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                               The Wallet
                              by MattHHelm

Copyright© 2011 by MattHHelm


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Description: I found it at an estate sale in Dallas. The strange markings and engraving on it intrigued me. The flashback dream about it frightened me. I began to explore the possibilities of this wallet. It opened a whole new world to me. This fantasy is a little different Somewhere in Time Saga.

Codes: MF mf Mf mF FF ff Ff Mult les herm fant TimeTr
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Chapter 1



Well, I guess you could say I was up shit creek without a paddle in a bottomless canoe, but that wouldn't be descriptive enough for my situation. Denise, lovely gal that she is, left. Denise ... she was five foot eight, had green eyes and Auburn hair, a 36C chest and probably the tastiest poontang around. She went on a road trip with her friend to Memphis in our relatively new Nissan Sentra. It was baby blue. I really liked that car, a lot! I was stuck driving the POS Fiat. That was the last time I saw her. I was left in Dallas high and dry. Four years, two months and twenty six days. Life sucks, then you die.

I was all feeling sorry for myself so to cheer me up I had a yard sale. I didn't have a garage, living in an apartment, so I had a garage sale. Sold everything, right down to her used panties some old fart offered 5 bucks for. Snapped that sawbuck up quick. I made a whole 1997.33 on the sale. Dumpster got what didn't sell. I then skipped out on the lease since they never give back deposits anyway. And besides she'd paid it out of her earnings. Rented a box at the corner mail drop store. Forwarded my mail there, ordered hers to go back to sender. I didn't care.

Now I'm one of those guys that likes garage sales. They are like a box of chocolates, you never know... (yeah, I saw Forrest Gump, too). Anyway back to my tale of woe. A couple months or so after my big sale and move out, I decided it was time to visit the Irving neighborhoods for sales. I'd hit a lot of different places, always sticking to good neighborhoods to get a better class of junk. Today I was working areas of Irving. I'd just left an advertised sale on Mitchell when scanning the ads, I noticed an estate sale over on Park Place. What the heck, estate sales had the best weird stuff around, so I high tailed it over there as fast as my Virago could get me, without getting me a ticket. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, I found a sucker for the Fiat and picked up a 1984 Yamaha Virago, cherry condition! Now I had good transportation. Yeah, it still had the crappy starter glitch, but if I tipped the bike left, I could get it to catch and away I'd go.

I pulled into the drive, there was room for the bike, at about 11:30 that Saturday morning. There were a bunch of people sorting through boxes and checking out the furniture that had been placed around. The guy in the tie was running the show and he had three or four assistants, in bright colored t-shirts assisting customers. His cashier must have come with the house. She didn't look a day under 80. I figured I'd look inside first, so I mounted the steps two at a time and then strolled in. There was more furniture inside; every room was stuffed with furniture and boxes of stuff. It would take three weeks of searching to go through all this stuff.

I wandered through the rooms, looking in drawers of the cabinets, examining boxes of stuff. The place was old and musty. It had a distasteful odor, too. In the room past the kitchen was where I found it. The room looked like a bedroom, but it had a hodge podge of stuff. There was a bureau there that was old. Looking at the bottom, I found the makers mark. Sullivans, Grand Rapids, 1923. This was a real piece of furniture, not the usual crap you see being sold today. I rubbed the top with my sleeve and it polished nicely. Three different kinds of inlay wood decorated the edge and the center of the top was in Walnut burl. It was all wood, not plastic laminate. I started looking at the drawers. They had the same inlay as the top. I pulled on the small center drawer and it was stuck. I pulled harder and it moved a little. Another pull and it came out along with the drawers on the top left and top right. They aligned perfectly. I removed the center drawer and examined the tongue and groove joints. It was solid even after ninety plus years. I replaced the drawer and pushed it in. The problem presented itself when the drawer wouldn't close as it had been.

I pulled the drawer out again, and then carefully aligned the drawer with the bottom guide rail. Everything was perfect and I pushed the drawer in. It stopped about four inches from being closed. Aggravated by this time, I pulled the drawer out and reached in the narrow recess. Stretching all the way back, my fingers touched something. Reaching out with my finger tips just a little further allowed me to grab onto the whatever it was. Carefully, so as to not lose my grip, I pulled the prize from the bureau.

A wallet. A brown wallet. A brown wallet with stampings and engravings on the leather. An empty brown wallet. It looked like any other everyday wallet, except for the designs. The thing is, it looked, felt and even smelled brand new. Who knows how long it had been in the bureau. It was if it came off the line yesterday. No mars, no nicks, no scratches. It was unblemished. It was MINE! I took my find to the old lady out front and asked how much. She looked at it and said "Fifty cents, please".

I already had it in my hand and I gave it to her. I asked for a receipt which she wrote out without question and handed to me. I smiled and thanked her for her time and put the wallet in my pocket. My front left pocket. I don't ever sit on my wallet, it would throw my pelvis out of alignment by wedging one side. I got on the bike, strapped on the helmet, zipped up the leather and started the bike. I figured I was done for the day so I started home, zipping by Cowboy stadium (even though they now play in Arlington), heading up 35 and getting off at Walnut Hill Lane. Couple blocks past the Parker College I turned right and in a few minutes I was at my place, a small 2 br. Rental house.

I put the bike in the one car garage and entered the house through the back door. It was quiet, it was old, but it was mine as long as I paid the little old lady that owned it the three hundred a month she demanded. I didn't tell her an apartment out on Walnut Hill would have cost me eight hundred plus. She just likes me, so that's the rent she charges. Makes my life easy. My VA check covers that, the electricity and the DSL line. I got a Roku and Hulu plus and Netflix subscriptions so I don't need cable or satellite. The odd jobs I do for a certain company, which I can't divulge without killing you, keeps me in food and soda and the other essentials.

I tossed the helmet and jacket on the chair by the door and flopped my ugly carcass down on the couch. I fluffed the pillows and in a short while, was snoring away. I'm sure I was snoring, Denise always claimed I sounded like a freight train when I got going. I wouldn't know, I was asleep. I was just a bit tired from all that hard shopping so I dropped off quickly.

You have to understand something about me. I don't remember my dreams. Ever. I don't know why, I just don't. Well, now I can't say never. I had a doozy of a dream and I remember every vivid detail.

Weird dream! I was standing in a room with all sorts of equipment in it. I couldn't identify most of it. There was some stuff that looking like it belonged in a chemistry lab. Mortar and Pestle. Crucibles, and some glassware. A condenser. As I looked around, I notice a pentagram carved into the stone floor. I did note that the floor and walls were stones that had been shaped into roughly square shape (actually cubes if you take into account they were 3 dimensional) Overhead were great wooden beams, rough hewn from gigantic trees and placed whole on the bulwark of stone. Dust covered much of the area and giant cobwebs adorned the room.

An ancient looking man was in the room, bent over a desk. I went to him and looked over his shoulder. He was working with a piece of leather, engraving all sorts of arcane symbols into the hide. It was fascinating to watch him work. He kept muttering to himself in gibberish. Every so often he's say something in English that I could understand, but for the most part it was unintelligible.

He stopped what he was doing and reached across the table beside him and retrieved a wooden handled tool. The metal part was long and sharp looking. It turned out to be an awl. He used it to drill holes close together along the edges of the leather.

Next he took a spool of what looked like waxed thread, but thicker than normal thread and started to weave it through the holes, binding the piece. As I watched, I realized it was the wallet I'd found today that he was making. When he finished with the sewing, he stepped back away from it a moment, eyeing it critically. He then took a different tool from what he had been using. This silver instrument cut a new design on the wallet and he was done.

He placed the wallet within the confines of the pentagram and began to chant. I didn't understand a word. An eerie glow began to encompass the wallet. It grew steadily brighter as his chant progressed. Louder he chanted and brighter shone the light. It was a brilliant, almost blinding white. Suddenly it was gone. He went over and picked up the wallet. Everything went black.

The next vision I had in that dream was of a young girl, around 16 flirting with a young nobleman. I guessed that was what he was, his clothing looked expensive and he had an air about him. As I watched the scene, detached from it, I noticed guards with crossbows and swords. I noted cannon on the castle battlements, but no firearms were evident.

She had a small package in her hand, which she shyly handed him. I watched him open it to discover a finely engraved wallet. It was the one I watched being made. He took the wallet and thanked the maiden for the gift. He thanked her quite profusely. He escorted her to a secluded section of the garden and thanked her again and again, until she could no longer stand it and fainted. Again the scene dissolved to black.

The dream continued with a middle aged man seated in a large church. Stained glass windows adorned the walls and the high ceiling had numerous paintings, similar to the work of Rafael. The man was fondling the wallet. A moment later, he removed a small bag from the wallet and when he opened the bag it was full of golden coins. He crossed himself and quickly moved to the poor box and dropped all the coins into it. He rushed out of the church and as he was running across a bridge he tossed the wallet into the river. Everything went black yet again.

Following that I saw a man in buckskins. He carried what I recognized to be a 50 caliber Hawkin percussion cap rifle. This was one of the weapons that brought slaughter and destruction to the vast bison herds of the Great Plains. He was lying near the top of a rise and over the rim of the rise was a herd of buffalo that stretched as far as the eye could see. He capped the nipple on his Hawkin and prepared to fire. He took careful aim at one of the large males and was about to squeeze the trigger when the arrow pierced his body, missing the ribs and tearing through the tissues of his lungs and heart. He was dead instantly. Stealthfully the Indian brave came up to where he lay and proceeded to strip the body of anything of value. One of the items taken was the wallet, same as before.

A quick flash and a Cavalry Sergeant removed the wallet from the body of the dead Indian. Another quick flash and there was a young boy playing in the attic of an old house. In one of the boxes he found a wallet, the very same one as in the other parts of the dream. He heard a noise, someone was calling him. He looked around and hurried over to a bureau in the corner. He pulled out the small center drawer and stuffed the wallet in as deep as his little arm would go. He replaced the drawer, shutting it tight. He pulled on the handle but it wouldn't budge. Suddenly, a woman appeared at the stair and demanded he come along, it was time to leave. He was told grandpa and grandma were moving to Texas and he had to come say goodbye.

The dream then faded. That was it. I was just on the edge of consciousness and slowly came awake. I took the wallet out of my pocket and looked at it again. Yes, this was the object in my dream. Strange that I would remember it so vividly. I opened it again, examining it closely. Nothing was there. The leather was soft and supple. Like it had been well used, but it looked brand new. What the heck, I took the few things I had in my old wallet and stuffed them in the new one. Funny, it didn't bulge like the old one did. That was nice. I shoved it back in my pocket and picked up the key to the bike, the jacket and helmet a moment later. Outfitted and ready, I went out to the garage and got on the bike and started it up.

I made it to Wally World in quick time, traffic was light. I needed some groceries and now was a good time to shop. I picked up a cart from Old Sam the greeter. He must have been 80 if he was a day. It'd be interesting to see him try to stop a shoplifter. He'd get hurt, bad. But he was nice and I'd talk with him on occasion. But not today. I cruised through the aisles picking up what I'd eat for the next week or so. When I got done I headed for the checkout. I had enough I let the cashier check the stuff. I figured I'd just fill the two fiberglass saddlebags and the hat rack.

Total bill was 76.81. I pulled my money wad out of the wallet and started counting. It seems I was 8 dollars and change short. 'Damn, ' I thought, 'I don't want to put any of this back. Sure wish there was more money in that wallet.' I fumbled around digging in my pockets for change. I'd grabbed a handful. Not enough. I looked one more time in the wallet and almost dropped my teeth. There in the wallet was a nice crisp Benjamin ($100 bill for the benefit of our English and Aussie friends) sitting there neatly folded in half. I was sure it wasn't there before. The cashier saw it and got that annoyed look that they do so well. Shit I didn't care, I wanted to know where the bill came from. She took it and swiped the special pen over it and stuffed it under her drawer in the till. She handed me my original pile of money back plus the change from the hundred.

I stuffed the bags in the cart and headed for the door. I waived to Sam as I hurried by. He was checking a cart that had activated the Wal-Mart security system. The woman had purchased a Rug Rats DVD and the cashier hadn't swiped it across the magnetic plate to deactivate the unit. I managed to stuff the groceries in the compartments and headed home.

Once there, I took care of the food, grabbed a Sprite from the frig and headed to my recliner in the living room. In my hand was the wallet. I took everything out of it. It was stripped clean. I couldn't see any secret compartments in it. I had thought it was one of those special magic wallets guys like Blaine or Garcia use to fool the public with their street magic. No such luck. I closed it up again and examined the outside engravings on the leather. I still didn't know what to think.

"Well what do you think" I asked Boots, my cat. She's black with white feet. Really creative name, huh? "Is this a trick or what. All I know is I was short on cash and thought about wishing there was more money in the wallet. When I checked again, it was there. All I did was open it like this"

You could have knocked me over with a feather. When I opened it to show Boots, there was a stack of Benjamin's there. I pulled them out. Ten $100 bills. "Damn, Boots do you see that? I could even buy you the 9 lives canned food you like so much!" I was excited and babbling. "All I did was say I wished for some money and then I looked inside" As I looked, I couldn't believe it. More money had appeared from nowhere. Another thousand in the $100 denomination.

I told Boots that I was on easy street now. I gathered all the bills up and stuffed them back in the wallet. When I closed it, it didn't bulge any and fit just fine in my pocket. I tried it in and out several times. Each time I removed it from my pocket, I checked to be sure the money was still there. It was. I was ready to get back to Wal-Mart to get some electronic for the place. In my funk, I'd sold Denise's TV and stereo setup dirt cheap. Well I could afford some stuff now. And I changed my mind. I'd head over to Fry's to get the most bang for my buck. I was almost at the door when I stopped.

"Well shit!" I exclaimed. "I don't have a car to carry it back. Maybe if I wish up enough cash, I could get me that '67 Shelby GT 350 Mustang convertible old Amos Mintor has in his showroom. That sure would be nice. Wish it was here right now, cept I like the Blue metallic paint instead of that red over white he has. I guess I can take the bus or a cab. Checking to be sure I had the wallet, I stepped out the front door and stopped. There in the drive was a Metallic Blue Shelby convertible. It was the most beautiful car I'd ever seen. I walked a slow walk around it. Yep, it was a 67. I could tell by the lights. It was unlocked and I checked inside. Factory air, automatic, every accessory wanted by man. It was a freakin' work of art. No key!

"Shit, now what" I said to no one in particular. No key meant no go. Well what the heck, I pulled out the wallet and looked inside. Nestled against the money was a Texas title slip and a key ring with the signature Mustang key. Hot damn, I got wheels. Also with the title was a current registration, receipt for the inspection with both stickers being new and the plate read 67 SHLBY. I jumped in and put the top down. Snapped on the tonneau cover over the top and headed out. Oh the roar of the tuned pipes was sweet. Before I got to Fry's I decided to take the road passed White Rock Lake. Driving nice and slow, almost everyone under 50 stopped and watched as I cruised by. In fact some of the people over 50 did too. Some nodding knowingly. Plenty of the girls were calling out for a ride. I decided to be a bit particular and ignored them as best as I could. Some of those bodies would have held against me just fine!

I turned off and made it over to Frys. I first went to the TV department. Picked up a real good 50 inch HDTV. Next was computers. I got a 27 inch Mac all in one. Those things are the greatest. I also picked up a Macbook Air. They are sweet! Fast and they don't have the problems of a windoze system. I got a bunch of DVD's also and knew I'd have to do some online shopping.

I headed for the checkout line. It wasn't too busy and I stopped in front of register 19. Betsy was the name on the tag that was bulging out from the shirt. It was doing that because of the flesh behind it. Nice and round. She was maybe five foot tall, wore small rectangular frame glassed, had blue bands in her braces, top and bottom and wore her hair in double pony tails offset from center. She looked like she was 16 and I commented on that fact.

"Why thank you, sir." She said, "I'll be twenty four next week. Is this all you need for today. Is there anything else I can do for you?" I'll be damned but if she wasn't flirting with me. I handed her the tag from the TV box and the slip for the computers from the sales clerk. She turned on her flasher as she rang the sale and a big black kid whose tag read DeMarcus came over. She told him what to get and sent him for the computers from the secure room. She turned back and smiled big at me. I swear she was batting her eyes.

"How do you want to pay for this today sir," she asked.

"I have cash" I started. She frowned just a bit.

"Sir, the total is four thousand, seven hundred and sixty seven dollars and fifty four cents. If you pay with cash, we have to fill out all kinds of paperwork for Homeland Security. Are you sure you wouldn't prefer to use your credit card."

"I don't" I started to say then stopped. 'What the heck, why not?' I asked myself. 'I'd sure like to be able to take out a Citibank Visa card from my wallet and have it be good.'

I opened the wallet and there it was, an honest to goodness Citibank Platinum Visa Card. I handed her the card and moments later she was handing it back with a register receipt and a pen for me to sign it with.

"Thank you sir. By the way, I'm off my shift now. I'm pretty good with electronics. I used to work in that department. Would you like some help setting that stuff up?" Talk about forward. But on the other hand, I'm no dummy either. She didn't have a ring on her finger, nor was there evidence that one had been there in the recent past. No marring of her tan. She didn't have one on a chain and so I agreed to meet her at the door. She closed off her register and literally ran with the till to the office. I'd gotten my Shelby loaded and was parked right in front of the doors. I was drawing quite a crowd of admirers. Mostly for the car. Some of the females were eyeing me, but their boyfriends pulled them away when they noticed the girl's reactions. Just then Betsy came running out the double doors, bouncing all the way. I'm surprised she didn't give herself whiplash. She leaped over the door and bounced down on the seat.

"Ready" she exclaimed excitedly. I could tell she really was excited. There were two indicators pointing at me screaming excitement. Disappointment was evident on several of the ladies. One called after us. Something about if it didn't work out ... We drove the LBJ freeway back since it was quicker to go to the 35, go south a little and turn back left on Walnut Hill. She helped me carry the stuff in. She got the accessories and I got the big box stuff. I asked her if she was hungry and she said famished. I suggested Pizza Hut delivered and she said Supreme stuffed crust. I had them on speed dial and when Frank answered I told him to get me the usual as quick as he could. Frank's my best friend and owner of the Pizza Hut. I knew I'd have my pizza in 30 minutes or less!!

We got started and I swear Betsy was just a little clumsy. She kept bumping into me with her soft parts. The soft parts with the pointy tips on them. You know what I mean? Or do I have to paint a picture for ya? It sure was hard to concentrate on what we were doing. Hell, it was just plain hard any way you want to look at it. And I got the impression Betsy wanted to more than just look at it. We had the TV set up and the HDMI cable was connected to the Roku box. The TV was doing it's channel search when Betsy, who was standing beside me as I knelt in front of the TV, pulled my head around and shoved it between her two mounds. I forgot about the TV momentarily. I bit and she purred. Her blouse had been unbuttoned and I could smell her perfume mixed with Charles Revson's Ciara perfume. The mix was heavenly. My hands gravitated to her butt cheeks. Round and smooth, covered with the thinnest of material, a rayon mini-skirt. My hands had full access and I slid my hands slowly down below the skirt and then back up her legs on to her bare ass.

So she wears a thong. I slid my hands toward the center but didn't feel the back part of the thong. G-String? I thought. I completely covered her ass as I nibbled on her titflesh encased in lace. I slid my hands down and felt bare skin and then moist lips with a touch of hair. She must have removed whatever she wore to work before this point. I was sure she had something on when she jumped in the car, or I would have noticed. She held my head in place with both hands as her hips rocked with my touch. I was just about to carry her off when the door buzzer went off.

"Shit" she exclaimed. "Just when it was getting interesting." I went to open the door and yes, it was the pizza delivery person. Shelly had delivered more than once to my place. She'd delivered more than pizza to my place on several occasions.

"I see you have company." She said in a sultry tone. "Too bad. I needed to make another delivery, but you're busy."

"Yes, he is busy now" Betsy explained. "We've been putting together his new TV and computer and stereo. He'll be busy for awhile. So after awhile, when we're not so busy, why don't you stop back by and make that other delivery you alluded to?"

I looked at her, Shelly looked at her, and she just smiled back. "It could be fun!" was all Betsy said as she took the pizza box from Shelly's unbelieving hands. As Betsy walked back to the living room, her butt swayed just a little too much. She exaggerated the swing and it looked hot.

"I'm off in an hour and then I want to be off for hours after that too. I'll be back sweetheart. Don't let her go!" she pleaded with me. She grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me to her. Her hands were searching my body. I brought my hand up to her chest. She was a small B cup and never wore a bra. I liked that. Her nipples were so hard and tight I swear you could cut glass with them. This horn dog was a bitch in heat. She'd be back! I told her to let herself in when she got here and to come find us. We'd be here. One more passionate kiss, as her tip for the delivery, and she was gone.

I sauntered back in to the living room with a big shit eating grin on my face. Betsy was chowing down on the pizza and had pulled a couple of Sprites from the refrigerator.

"Mmmmmm" she moaned. "I love stuffed crust pizza. Well, tell me, what did she say? Is she going to come back? Just looking at her I could tell she's hot. Did you see those nipples pointing out from her shirt? Did you feel her up? She didn't have a bra on, did she? Have you ever fucked her before? Is she a good fuck? Did you kiss her? Did you kiss her nips? Is she coming back?"

"Questions, questions, questions" I replied "So many questions from such a little person. The answer to most all your questions is yes. I just didn't kiss her nipples today. And why are you so interested?"

"Girls can be fun, too." She responded as she took another bite of her pizza. "I've had some great times with girls, too"

She got up and came over to me. She'd removed her shoes and her head just barely reached my sternum. I had a slight frown on my face and she noticed.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing really. How tall are you?"

"Oh that" she laughed. "I'm a munchkin. Honest to goodness midget. Four foot seven and a half inches. My four inch platform shoes make me five foot tall. But I like being short. It makes me look younger. Didn't you notice I wear my hair like a school girl, too? It usually turns the guys on. I know it turned you on. I saw you looking at me at the store and I saw the bulge in your pants. It made me horny too. That's why I propositioned you. You made me horny and now it's your job to take care of me and my horny pussy. But first, let's get the stereo set up so we can have some nice music to fuck by.

Well it took about an hour to get the rest of the stuff set up. I plugged in my iTouch to the built-in port on the stereo and started my favorites library. I selected the folder Music to Fuck By and pushed play. Commodores, Eagles, Barry Manilow, Elton John, Billy Joel, Dan Fogelberg, and a bunch of other ballad singers from the 80's and 90's. Wasn't much good stuff currently so I fall back on the classics. I even have some Mozart, Bach, Beethoven, Strauss and some of the real classics courtesy of Time Life Presents.

We adjourned to the next room, my bedroom. I left the door open and the music filtered in. Slowly we undressed each other and moments later we were as babies, naked as the day we were born. Of course I was just a little bigger. Alright I was a lot bigger and Betsy hungrily devoured my rod. Quickly she swiveled around and her cunt lips were presented to me. I had to bend my head up slightly to be able to do justice to the beautiful labia in front of me, but I doubled over my foam pillow and it did a superb job helping me reach my objective.

Two minutes into the session Betsy cried out in her first orgasm of the day. Breathing heavily from the stimulation, she continued to lick and suck on my member. She started to hum and got me close. I told her I was nearing release. That's when she stood up, bent at the waist and she arched her head back and took my entire seven inches into her mouth and throat like a sword swallower. She continued to hum and I exploded. I could feel her throat contract around my cock as she swallowed, milking all my seed out. Again and again I spasmed into her. Spent I collapsed back on the bed. She licked me clean. I shivered with the excitement of it. Then I heard the sound...



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Chapter 2



Applause. Someone was clapping. We turned simultaneously toward the door. Standing in the doorframe was Shelly. Her clothes were on the floor under her. Her nipples were standing erect and her shaved pussy was dripping. She had been playing with herself as she watched us in our lovemaking. Now she was ready to join in.

She climbed on the bed and took my cock in her hands, stroking gently. She turned her head slightly and locked lips with Betsy. She moved her head down and kissed on her neck, sucking slightly. She continued down Betsy's front to her large globes. I found out they were 34F and all natural. She bit down on a nipple and Betsy shook in orgasmic bliss. All this time Shelly didn't miss a beat, stroking my cock in a steady rhythm that had me ready to go again.

We rearranged ourselves on the bed. I lay in the middle. Betsy mounted my cock and slid almost all the way down. She let out a sigh of pleasure as she slowly stroked herself with hip flexes. Shelly was busy also. She had mounted my head, renewing her membership in the Mustache Riders Club of America. She was as sweet tasting as ever. I could lick and suck that sweet pussy all day long. For the next four hours we tried every possible combination we could. Betsy got her virgin ass fucked and loved it once the pain lifted. She was riding my pole, Shelly had half her fist stuffed up in Betsy's cunt and her mouth was latched on Betsy's clit, tongue flicking away. Talk about tight, when she came everything stopped as Betsy clamped down on both of us.

We invited Shelly to stay the night, but she begged off. She had to get going home to her husband. She said she'd be back soon and waved as she left. Betsy and I went back to bed. We snuggled and spooned. My arm and hand hung over her side, cupping her flesh. We were soon asleep. I'm sure I dreamed, but I don't remember it.

I just love Sunday. Sleep in late, no worries. The sun was streaming in the window, refracting into a multitude of color because of the sun-catcher hanging there. It was a gift from mom, one that I'd kept for over 20 years. She told me it was for luck. Yeah, some luck. Two weeks after my birthday, dad's truck was forced off the road by some ass hole. Dad's truck wrapped itself around a big old oak tree. The guy behind Dad slammed on his brakes and jumped out the help. When he got to the truck Dad was gone. They never did get the guy that caused it, but it was not because they weren't looking. Dad was a volunteer fireman too, and everyone was pissed. If they had caught the guy, well...

Mom started drinking after that. She was lonely, I guess. She only had me; Grams and gramps were gone when I was little. She drank herself to death. I was about 25 at the time. I still miss her terribly. If only...

I stretched in the warmth of the rays. Turning to the right, I stroked the body beside me. She turned over as her eyes opened and she looked up at me.

"Morning, sunshine" I said. "Are you hungry?"

"Oooh, you got it in one, handsome." Betsy purred. "What are you going to have for breakfast?"

"Oh, I don't know, how about a little fur pie?" I quipped.

"Nooooo. She's sore! Ward, you were a little too rough on the Beaver last night." She said in a respectable June Cleaver imitation. "Let her rest up a bit before you abuse her again!"

So, we got up, did our morning obligatories, got dressed and headed out to the LaQuinta on 610. Why? Because LaQuinta is Spanglish for "Next door to Denny's". I ordered the Steak and eggs, she got the pancake and eggs special and we spent the next hour talking. She told me about herself and admitted that I was a spur of the minute decision. She had a sort of boyfriend but they weren't exclusive. Betsy would probably end up being a once in awhile fuck buddy like Shelly. I'd be willing to bet we'd get together once in awhile, even adding Shelly when she was available. I dropped her back at the store in time for her regular shift and then headed back home.

I decided to get some quality rays, and after I parked the Shelby, I changed into my suit, got the lotion and brought the paper with me. I had an electric cooler in the fenced in back yard and I pulled a cold Sprite from it. Since the yard was surrounded by a high fenced and there were no two story houses next door, once I got settled, I shucked the trunks for that overall tan. I oiled up and stretched out on the big beach towel I'd laid down. I plugged in the ear buds to the touch and I was set. I set the alarm app for two hours and settled down. I'd tan first and read later.

The alarm went off before I knew it. I turned over and set it again. This time it went even faster. I was thinking about the wallet, wondering what the extent of its powers was. I had a few ideas of what I wanted to try that I'd gotten from reading stories on the internet. Some were really weird, but they would wait until later. I was done with the sun, so I picked up the stuff and went back inside. I had decided my course of action. I put on t-shirt and shorts and was ready to test the wallet some more.

I picked up the wallet from the table beside the bed where I kept it. I examined the thing again and found nothing different. I thought Krugerrands, fifteen in a velvet pouch. The wallet didn't look any different than it had. I opened it and peered inside. There was a velvet pouch. I pulled it out and it was heavy. Funny the wallet hadn't felt that heavy. I opened the pouch and as I suspected, there were 15 South African gold Krugerrands.

My next thought was 594 caret blue diamond. I opened the wallet again and there it was. A raw, uncut flawless blue diamond.

Then I got another idea. I had to be very specific on this one. I cogitated on what words I was going to use. I was ready so here's what I did.

Speaking aloud I said "I want to have a Polaroid picture of Shelly laying on my bed asleep that was taken two minutes ago."

I took the picture out of the wallet and looked at it. Yes, it was a picture of Shelly on my bed, asleep. I got up and softly moved over to the door. I gently turned the knob and looked in. Damn, it worked! There on the bed was Shelly, sound asleep. She was nude, like last night. Oh yeah, this was good! I quietly closed the door and hurried back into the living room.

"I want to have a Polaroid picture of Shelly back in her own bed, asleep, taken two minutes ago." I opened the wallet and there was the picture. This time I kept the wallet with me and I opened the door to the bedroom again. She was gone! Now that's something. But it was just the beginning. I wondered if it would work with time extended out. There was only one way to find out.

Steeling myself for whatever would happen I spoke again "I want a Polaroid picture of Charlene Nobles as she was ten minutes before I took her virginity taken in the bedroom two minutes ago and she doesn't need to be asleep. She will think nothing of it and believe I look like I did then." I removed the picture and there she was. In the picture she was as pretty as I remembered. Turning to the bed, she was just as pretty in person. I leaned over and swapped a little spit with her. Her hands were all over my body, just like before. But I wasn't the bumbling little kid of fifteen anymore. I gently pushed her back down and dove in. She wasn't expecting that. No one at school ever ate pussy. The boys expected the blow job, but none of them were man enough to give as well as take. Charlene had heard talk of college boyfriends doing it but none of her friends had experienced it firsthand. I was going to give her a memory she'd never forget, overriding what actually happened.

Her lips were framed with the sparse light brown fur I'd remembered. I nibbled her inner leg as I moved upwards. Involuntarily her legs closed and then she forced them open again. She was making little cooing sounds as I began working on her lips. She flinched when I first laid my tongue on her clitoris.

Oooh, that feels soooo goooood" she groaned in pleasure. "Where did you learn to do that?"

The question had to be rhetorical. She didn't want an answer; she just didn't want me to stop, so I didn't. I spent the next hour pleasuring her with my tongue. She was flooding my mouth with her juices. She was more than ready and so was I. I slowly made my way up her lithe body. Her C cup breasts were capped with sharp points. She'd been playing with them as I ate her. I sucked one into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue at the same moment I flicked her clit with my probing finger.

"Iiieeee," she screamed as she orgasmed again. "Please, please, Pleeaasse! In me, NOW!

I was taught to obey orders, so I obliged. I slowly pushed my cock into her canal. Her legs were wide open and she was tight as a drum. I moved slowly so I wouldn't hurt her, like the other time. She was impatient. Using her legs she pulled me deep inside her and she came again. Since I was already there, I began my stroke in and out. She was more than ready and showed no sign of pain. I increased speed and her legs clenched me to her, assuring I'd go all the way in. She began bucking like a wild bronco, causing me to pound her pussy. My release was coming too soon. Geometry, think geometry, algebra, calculus, physics! Cos Ɵ = A/H C2 = A2 + B2 x= -b ±√ b2 – 4ac / 2a Fg = G m1m1 / d2 3.00E8 m/s 5.98E24 kg PV=nRT. It was working. The pressure eased up a little as I continued stroking a little slower. Charlene was in a continual state of orgasm now. Every little bit she'd contract and bunch up as the feelings coursed through her. She assisted the process by twisting and pulling on her nipples.

She held up with this treatment until the feeling built in me again. This time there was no stopping. I continued to pound into her as I blasted a full stream of swimmers into her. Over and over I shot more cum in her and she screamed out her orgasm when the hot jism splashed against her cervix. I could feel her insides pulse, dipping into the reservoir of sperm that was building up inside her. If she hadn't just finished her period two days ago, she'd be pregnant for sure. We'd planned our tryst well those many years ago. I fell off to the side and held her. We made out, tongue's battling each other for a long time after. My hands roamed her nubile young body and she had hers all over me. She ended up stroking me hard again and we made love. She was no longer needy like at the first. It was a slow, luxurious, wonderful experience she would dream about for the rest of her life. I know I would remember this. After another hour or so, she drifted off to sleep, just like before. I eased out of bed and made my wish.

"I want a picture of Charlene asleep in her own bed at 2 in the morning on the 8th of April 1985 taken two minutes ago." I pulled the picture out of the wallet and looked at the bed. It was empty. I still had the memories of our affair and eventual breakup as she outgrew me. I remember the dent in the locker I put with my fist when she told me we were through. She broke my heart that day. I vowed that would never happen again. It did only once since then. Mom. I took a long shower. It has a flash heater and the water is never cold. It helps with the aches and pains of my aging body. My aging body! That's next. I had to think, I was at my physical best when I was 27. I'd finally gotten into good enough shape to do the April 18th Marathon. Runners know it and hate it, especially Heartbreak Hill. It is 26 miles, 385 yards of self inflicted torture. The Boston Marathon was a dream since high school. I ran, others played football. My Junior year I convinced the geometry teacher to coach cross country and we started a team with seven runners, the minimum for a team. Senior year we won the conference championship providing more All Sports Trophy points than any other team that year.

OK, so that works. "I want a picture of me, my body as buff as it was just before the Marathon, but with no change of age. I'm to be totally fit and the picture was taken two minutes ago." I turned to the mirror and there I was, as I looked back then. I felt good, too. I knew at that moment I was going to enjoy using the wallet.

I had a lot of other things I wanted to try. It was getting late and I was hungry so I quickly dressed and grabbed the wallet and the keys. I had a wicked thought. "I wish I had a new emerald green Tesla Roadster convertible to drive." I looked in the wallet. A title, inspection receipt and insurance card were accompanied by a set of keys. I stepped outside and there in the drive, behind the Shelby was a shiny green Tesla. The plate said ELECTRK. It is the fastest street electric car built. And the range is in the neighborhood of 200 miles per charge at about one dollar per charge.

Man was it smooth. Not absolute quiet, but so silent it was stark in comparison with the tuned pipes on the Shelby. I got up to I-35 and though I'd take a short ride before eating over on Restaurant Row. Heading North, I picked up speed. I was literally flying past the traffic, which was light this afternoon. Sunday usually is though, that's why I took the road north to Denton. The built in radar detector turned red. I took the lead foot off the accelerator and the regenerative braking slowed me down to the speed limit in 2 seconds. I crested the small rise and there he was, on the side with the handheld unit pointing out of the crack of the partially open door. Grinning I kept on trucking as the yellow corvette I passed a couple miles back shot over the top of the hill. Watching in the rear view mirror I chuckled as the lights came on and the Corvette scrambled. He whooshed past me and the Mustang cruiser zipped in pursuit. I decided to follow and pushed the peddle down a bit. I held at 88 mph. They were running about 120 but I was pretty sure the cop had called backup. At the top of the next hill my hunch proved out. In the distance I could see the lights of the Mustang and further away more lights across the roadway. They had a road-block all set up. I slowed down and took the next exit, did a double left and headed back to Restaurant Row. I felt like steak and the Rodehouse had the best steak and tail around.

I ordered mine medium rare, with garlic mashed potatoes and the house salad and Catalina dressing. I had them bring me Sprite no ice and I was set. As I waited, I watched. The wait staff had almost completely changes since the last time I was in. Only Carol was still there. Carol was a bit over fifty, still put together nicely and she could flirt as well as the young ones. She surely made as much in tips as the big breasted (fake) blonde (fake) college student. I liked Carol. She always wore Ciara perfume and that always turns me on. During a lull in traffic, she stopped by my table to chat. I found out she was born same day and year as my mother so she was 56. She looked younger, except the crows feet belied that. She was one of the few I could have my way with but didn't. Sometime I might try that out, but she was a friend more than anything else. Shortly, Mimi, my server brought my food and Carol excused herself while I dug in. It didn't take long, but I was full when I finished.

Sated I headed home. I was tired and decided I'd had enough excitement for one weekend. I locked up the house, shut down the lights and the stereo, stripped and flopped on the bed. Two seconds later, I was out for the night. I must have had a fitful night because I woke up the next morning and the bed was a mess. The sheets were all over the place. The spread was lying on the floor. I was still tired. I figured I needed a shower and I managed to make it in the bathroom with little fuss. The pounding of the pulse head on the shower was perfect. It relaxed my tense back muscles and the heat was a plus. I only left it on for twenty minutes.

I checked my secure email for any jobs. Nothing listed, so I knew it would be a quiet week. The trip to Belgrade two weeks ago should take care of things for another six weeks, so I get a well deserved rest. I went into the living room and picked up the wallet. I had another thought. I opened the wallet and pulled the .45 LC Colt SAA out of it. The engraving on it was exquisite. I'd seen it in a museum once. It was an exact duplicate to the one Samuel Colt used. It was perfect and if it were tested it would prove to be an original. Chuckling I had another thought. I stuffed the gun back into the walled and closed it. I could not tell it was there. Thinking one more thought, I opened the wallet and it was empty.

I came to the conclusion with this wallet I could take out what I wanted to take out and I could put in to it what I wanted to put in. I could make things happen that I wanted to happen. I wondered what else I could do with it. I spent all Monday thinking of things to do or try and tested the wallet. I wanted to have a doctorate degree from the school down the road, Parker College. I pulled the diploma and transcript out of the wallet. When I went to their web site and looked up graduates I found my name and I had graduated with honors as Valedictorian of my class. Not that I'd ever use it, but it proved the wallet could do that too.

I went to the fridge and pulled out the last of the Sprites, so I grabbed the keys to the Shelby and headed for the Valero down the street. As a concession to me they kept cold six packs of the 20 oz bottles and I grabbed two cases. I also picked up some 100 grand bars and some Baby Ruth bars. I had a another brainstorm. A quick thought and I pulled a Mega Millions player sheet out of the wallet. I handed it to the clerk and he ran it through the machine. He handed it back and also handed me my ticket. Drawing tomorrow was for 104 million. It would be 66.1 million taken in cash, which is the only way I'd do it. I couldn't wait to collect my winnings Wednesday. This way I'd have a reasonable explanation for my sudden wealth. I paid for the purchases and drove the short trip home, smiling and humming as I drove. At one stop light a low rider bounced up beside me.

"Nice ride, homme." came a voice.

I slowly turned my head to the left and broke down. "Hey, Francisco. What's up?"

"Just cruizin'. Nice wheels, new?" came the reply.

"Yeah. I finally found what I wanted. Nice job on the Chevy. I see you finally finished it. Great paint. Let's see it bounce."

Francisco hit the hydraulics and the car started bouncing all over the place. God it was funny. The light changed and I just waved as I drove off. Francisco and I have history and that's all I'm going to say about that.

In bed that night I had a few thoughts about what I'd do next. I was intrigued about the wallet's ability. I wanted to try it out on some other people before I tried what I wanted to do. I needed to find a place to test it out, one that was private. More private than what my place could offer. I'd go looking tomorrow.

Just for the heck of it, before I nodded off to sleep, I spoke to the wallet "I want a Polaroid picture of the entire world, where no person is more than thirty five pounds heavier or 20 pounds lighter than their optimal weight, oh yes, and ALL STD's are gone, extinct, vanished from the face of the earth. The picture was taken 2 minutes ago." If it worked, it was tantamount to wishing for world peace. If it worked, I might just try that wish, too! I took the picture out of my wallet and placed both on the night stand. I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

I just lazed around the house on Tuesday. I played some Runescape to pass the time. I also did some Facebook scanning. I did the laundry I missed doing on Saturday. While I was at it, I washed the dishes and then cooked my mother's recipe for spaghetti sauce. I do that about once a week when I'm home. I always make a double batch, so I'd have enough for the freezer for a second helping mid-week. Usually it tastes just a little better the second time. Just the right combination of fresh garlic with ground round, Oregano and Sweet Basil and fresh sweet onion. All my friends rave about it. I made garlic bread to go with it and filled up. Mom's recipe is the greatest! It helps me keep her memory fresh. I still see her and me in the kitchen whipping up a batch of it for dinner. I miss her.

Before I knew it, it was time for the Mega Million drawing on the TV. I was going to be anticlimactic but I watched anyway. When the last ball dropped, I'd won the 66 million. Tomorrow I'd charter a jet at Love Field and fly down to Austin to collect the money. A quick round trip and then I'd make a trip to Highland Park and pick up new digs.

I took the Tesla the short distance to Love Field and got on the Learjet 60XL I'd rented. It had great service, a pretty attendant, and it was an excellent flight. The crew knew I was going to collect my Lottery winnings and the atmosphere in the cabin reflected the excitement that started getting to me. The flight didn't last long and a limo was waiting for me at Austin-Bergstrom International airport. I think with the traffic and all, it took longer to drive from the airport to the lottery offices than it did to fly from Dallas to Austin. There was the usual hub-bub at the Lottery office. They insisted on pictures but I refused. Without my consent they couldn't use any. They had the right to publish my name and city of residence, and that was it. Since I'd be moving tomorrow, I didn't mind that. They had a big, oversized check for me to hold but as I said, no pictures. I gave them my routing number and account number from memory and they said the transfer would be made tonight. I filled out the forms for collecting the winnings. I used my business account and claimed the ticket was paid for with business funds. They had to give me the entire amount. No withholding. Since I hadn't set up quarterly payments with the IRS, I would have the entire amount until next January 20th. That would give the accountant time to prepare the request for extension and we'd make the projected tax payment prior to the 31st. No harm, no foul, no tax penalty for underpayment. And think of all the extra money the invested 30 million would make (50% bracket).

My business was done before lunch and I flagged down the chauffer and took the short ride back to the airport. It took less time going back, because the traffic had cleared. I was home by 2:00. I called the number on the business card I'd picked up and a sultry voice with an English accent answered. I explained what I had seen in the Morning News and asked if we could take a look at it. I meant we as in her and me. She probably thought I'd be bringing someone with me. I didn't have anyone to bring so I didn't correct her. I set the appointment for 10 a.m. tomorrow morning.

Thursday morning was a beautiful day. I had some things to do, so I got up early, took care of the usual business, got dressed and grabbed the Shelby keys as I headed out the door. I stopped at the IHOP for breakfast and pigged out. When I left, I headed east toward US 75. When I got to Hillcrest I turned south. A few miles later I was in Highland Park. A couple more turns and I was there. I'd found it in the Sunday homes section. It had a little over 6 thousand square feet. I'd called the realtor who had the listing. Connie Moore was thirty eight, divorced and hot! But her asshole husband decided he'd wanted change, and got a couple of twenty's instead. Twin twenty year olds that is. That was three years ago. Connie got a good settlement out of it, but decided to put her networking skills to good use. Last year was her second year with the company and already she had her broker's license as well as the Real Estate license. She was a top producer for the firm

Connie's copper colored tresses shone in the sunlight. The green tint to her outfit made it stand out even more. What really got you, though, was her lovely English accent. Even though she'd been a citizen for 16 years and been in the country since she was 15, she still had "the accent". I think it sold as many houses as she did. She gave me the full tour of the estate. It was two acres. The two story house was huge. There were six huge bedrooms, den, game room, servant quarters, a large pantry and a most marvelous kitchen. The library was wall to wall shelves and the previous owner had left all the furnishings for the entire house. Right down to the books on all those shelves and the 1901 Bosendorfer Grand Piano in the Conservatory.

The yard was immaculate and Connie said she had the business card of the young man who owned the company. We looked around the yard. It was immaculately groomed. There was a huge pool just off the patio. There was a pool house nearby, built in the style of the house and it fit in well. The garage back here was large. It had six double doors and it was deep enough to double stack cars. I had plenty of space to park any cars I felt like buying.

We set up negotiations with the owners. I lowballed the place because of the depressed market. Connie placed the call and a minute later she gave me thumbs up. The owner was wanting out. Connie had been the third agent to list the place and they were tired of paying to have the house and yard maintained. I ended up paying only 1.15 million for the place. Tax rolls had it previously at 2.83 so I got a deal. I told her I wanted to move in while waiting for the paperwork and wrote her a check for the 1.15 million. I'd demanded that all other costs be paid by the seller and they took that, too. Connie gave me the key from the lock box and took the box itself with her when she left. She put a SOLD hanger on the sign, too. We set closing for two weeks. With that business done, I escorted Connie to the door and told her to call me if there were any problems. I hoped there would be a problem or two to work out. And not about the house, either.

I wandered about the house exploring. I thought it would be a good idea to map it, so I pulled out the wallet, thought about a map of the house and I pulled the map from it. I was getting used to operating the wallet. I looked it over and noticed a room I hadn't been shown. It was on the first floor just off the den. I found my way to the den and opened the door. I looked to my left after entering and saw a wall of bookshelves but no doorway. Alright! A secret room!

I started closely examining the wall unit and its surroundings. I was especially interested in the wood floor. I moved the side tables away from the wall. At first I didn't see any indication of how the thing worked. I pushed and pulled on the edge of the case. It seemed solid as a rock. It had three sections to it and I tested the center section, too. I got a little movement. Here was the key. I started moving the books next. I cleared them from the edge of the dividers. On the fourth shelf of the left side section in the back I found it. Ironically, the book that covered the latch mechanism was Treasure Island. Visions of Jim, and Long John passed quickly through my thoughts as I activated the locking mechanism.

When I did, the center section could be pushed into the wall. It moved easily back and then slid sideways to the left, as if on a track. Looking close, that's exactly what it was. The room was about 10 feet square. I looked for a light switch and didn't find one. From the light of the den shining through the doorway, I could see that the floor was covered with dust. The air hung heavy with age. This room had not seen the light of day in a very long time.

I had a bright idea and got the wallet out. I pulled the super-bright LED flashlight from in and switched it on. The room was filled with art. Painting, statues and other pieces adorned the room. Old pottery, a Ming vase, and Egyptian canopic jars were among the treasures stored on the shelves. I had hit the jackpot. Again! It was going to take some time to catalog all this finery. I decided to leave everything as it was for later. I grabbed the lowest shelf on the casing and the section moved easily back into position. It locked with a solid click. I replaced the books and shortly you couldn't tell anything had been touched.

Over the next week, I managed to get moved over. I used the wallet to get a nice new Ford F150 crew cab XLT and moved most of what I wanted to keep from the old place myself. I thought about having Betsy help me set up the electronics, and then thought better of it. I did it myself instead. No sense letting on about my good fortune. I set up my bank direct pay to continue paying the rent on the house, as a sort of second home, in case I needed a place to bring someone without giving away my real home.

Now I had a place big enough and secluded enough to experiment with the wallet to see exactly what the extent of its power was. I'd begin that little project tomorrow...



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Chapter 3


The master suite was a marvel. The main point in the room was the sleep comfort bed. It was a super king. There's plenty of room for my legs. All the furniture was Queen Anne style. It just happened to be my favorite style. Two dressers, and a mirrored chest lined the walls. There also was a piece of furniture that looked like the others. When I opened it there was a full TV Stereo setup. The TV was at least 50 inch. Looking at the wires from the set, the Stereo had to be a Dolby sound setup. I checked the corners of the room and I verified the fact. It was a sweet setup.

The room was big enough to also hold a couch and two chairs, end tables and a coffee table. There was a secretary in the corner and it contained access points for a computer. There was no computer, though. I had just the thing for that spot. I'd install it later.

I took a long shower. The shower was tile floor to ceiling. There were a total of six shower heads in it, two on each of the three tiled walls. Three were about 5 ft. from the floor and the other three were at 6 ½ ft. from the floor. I'd never seen the shower heads like those. They pulsed and rotated at the same time. Man, I could get used to that shower! Fifteen minutes later I was clean AND very relaxed.

Since I didn't have company, and really didn't need company tonight, I slipped on the silk pajamas I'd gotten years ago when Denise and I were, well, let's just say we were feeling a little better about each other. They felt as luxurious as they felt. That's the main reason I kept them.

I lay on the bed, the adjustment was almost perfect. I clicked the dial, 4 units higher and was there. Nirvana! This bed was the most comfortable bed I'd ever been in. With the adjustment set, I was ready for sleep. I laid my head down on the pillow, closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I slowly let the air out and let my body relax. It took no time at all before I was asleep.

My internal clock woke me up at 6:00. It doesn't matter what day of the week it is, my clock wakes me up at six. I knew I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep so I got up and got dressed. I made my way down to the kitchen. I'd started to put away the groceries I'd purchased. At least the perishables, as in milk and ice cream, made it to the fridge. The house came complete with table settings and I opened cupboards and drawers until I found a spoon and a bowl. I poured myself a big bowl of Malt-O-Meal Golden Puffs. When I was growing up they were called Sugar Smacks, but in the time of P.C. they had been renamed. They were still my favorite morning filler. I made them all soggy with the whole milk I slathered all over them and sat at the wrought iron and glass table. I brought the carton of OJ with me. I refilled the glass three times before I was done.

I rinsed the dishes and stuck them in the stainless steel dishwasher. It looked kinda empty, one spoon, one bowl and one glass. I was sure it would fill up eventually. I noted the time. Somehow I'd diddled away two hours. It was eight o'clock and I picked up my droid and called Connie. Second ring and she picked up.

"I was thinking that I'm going to need staff for the house. I was just wondering if you could recommend an agency where I could get a cook, gardener, housekeeper and gentleman's gentleman. There are the apartments over the garage and I'm thinking married cook and gardener for the two bedroom apartment and housekeeper for the single bedroom. The butler would have the efficiency bedroom apartment behind the kitchen."

The other end of the line was quiet a moment, then Connie came back on. "I think I can arrange for staff for you. They will have complete security background checks and they will be bonded by the agency. The hardest to get will be the butler. I would recommend a true English butler as they are the best in the world. I can arrange that part for you. You may have to sponsor him in order for us to obtain the work visa. Would that be alright?"

I was enthralled by her accent. I quickly agreed with her. I let her handle the entire arrangements for the help. She gave me the number for the pool maintenance company that handled the house before. She also gave me the number for the alarm company and suggested I call them immediately. I told her I would call as soon as we disconnected. I wanted to ask her out, but didn't. I hung up the phone, then dialed the number for ADT. I told them I needed service immediately. Once I told them the address they pulled it up on their computer and saw which property I was referring to. They said their man would be there in less than an hour to activate the system and program the system. I let them know I'd be waiting.

Forty minutes later, the doorbell rang. I went to the door and looked out the peephole. The ADT man was there. Just at that moment, my cell rang. Caller ID informed me it was the ADT office. "This is David with ADT. Our man Chris should be at your door. He will program your system and activate your service with us. Thank you for choosing ADT." That short message was all he gave before hanging up. I opened the door and the man on the steps handed my his ID badge. It was Chris. I let him in and he thoroughly tested the system, every access point, the garage and the front gate. He checked the armored phone line, which was separate from the rest of the house and he pronounced everything in top shape. He reset the access codes for the entry boxes. I thanked him and handed him a Benjamin as a tip. He started to refuse, but I insisted.

As he was leaving, my cell rang again. When the door was closed, I activated the alarm system. Then I answered the phone.

"This is the Wexstaff Agency calling. Ms. Moore advised us you were looking for staffing. You want a cook, gardener and housekeeper to live on the property, in apartments separate from the main house, is that correct?"

After waiting for my reply she continued. "I have a retired chef from a four star hotel in New Orleans and her husband. He is a retired botanist with a penchant for yard work. Their wage is negotiable since housing is to be supplied. I also have available the assistant housekeeper to the Strong mansion. She is looking for something less stressful, and would easily fit your situation. She too, is open for negotiations."

"Alright, I'd like to meet with them all this afternoon. Would you be able to have them available at your office at 2 o'clock?"

"Yes sir, they will be here at the office to meet with you."

She gave me the address and I told her I'd be there. It was 11:30, so I got my directions programmed into the droid's GPS and grabbed the Tesla's keys. I went out the back door and armed the alarm system. When I got to the garage, I used the key card to disable the garage alarm and opened the door. I took one of the combination door openers/alarm deactivation units and climbed into the Tesla as the garage door opened. The remote allowed me to close and restore the alarm with one button. I got to the end of the drive and turned towards Hillcrest again.

The GPS directed me to a stately looking house just outside the business district. It must have been multi-use zoned and there was no sign in the yard to indicate a business was located at that address. I parked on the street as there was no parking on the property. I locked the fail safe on the Tesla and knew it wouldn't be moving unless someone had a fork lift.

The house was Victorian, complete with round tower. I walked up the sidewalk to the door. Beside the bell was a Texas Landmark plaque. This was a historical landmark home. I rang the bell and a short Hispanic woman in a blue suit opened the door. She asked my name and I told her. She graciously asked me to come in. She showed me to a large room and asked me to make myself comfortable. Shortly, a tall, middle aged woman entered the room. I rose to greet her and she extended her hand to me. She indicated that we be seated. The Hispanic woman brought a tray of refreshments and left again.

The woman introduced herself as Marjorie Wexstaff. I immediately got the feeling that I could trust her. She explained about her agency and then asked if I was ready to meet the prospective employees. For the next hour we had a stimulating conversation with three of the most wonderful people I'd met. I took an immediate liking to Joe and Sue Kulas. They were definitely going to be my gardener and cook. I enjoyed talking with Betty Kirkwood and listening to her trials as assistant housekeeper at the Strong mansion. I told her my house was smaller and would be much easier to keep up. By four o'clock we were agreed on all counts. Betty would need to give 2 week's notice, but Joe and Sue were available now. I told them to come to the house tomorrow at 9:00 and I'd have their keys ready. (Actually they were ready now, but I wanted a little privacy.

"You have a fine agency here, Ms. Wexstaff. I want to thank you for putting this together on such short notice. If you will bill me their agency fee, I will pay it for them. Don't tell them that, I want it to be a surprise."

"I can see they are going to be very happy working for you. Most employers don't give a darn about their employees and I can't remember when the last time was that the employment fee was paid by the employer. I heard you were also looking for a Gentleman's Gentleman. What became of that?" she asked.

"Connie, uh, Ms. Moore is going to arrange that with someone in England. I'm getting a real English Butler." I replied smiling broadly. "Hopefully he will be able to teach me some real high society manners."

"Well, good luck with that." She said as she showed me to the door. "Goodbye. And please think of us first if you should need any other staff."

"Thank you, I will." I responded as I stepped off the porch. I got in the Tesla and checked my entertainment directory on the Droid. I found an OutBack and sent the address to the GPS. About twenty minutes later I pulled in. I got a blooming onion appetizer and had the large T-bone steak with all the trimmings. My waitress was a cute little redhead by the name of Patty. She flirted every chance she could. She didn't have a dynamite figure, rather it was just average, but her eyes twinkled when she laughed and I thought she was pretty enough just the way she was. There was only one problem I could see. She was too young for me. She was a senior at Highland Park High School. After awhile the "ya knows" and the "likes" got to me. I made her day by leaving her a large tip, but that's all.

I headed on home satisfied that it was a day well spent. The pushbutton control worked like a charm and I had the Tesla in bed and locked up tight in short order. I punched in the code on the door panel and let myself in the back door. I locked up and wandered into the game room. I turned on the 72 in. TV and switched channels until I found a movie I wanted to see again. Total Recall was being shown on one of the Oldies Movie channels. Young Arnold with all the muscles and the mediocre acting. 'Twwwoooo weeeekkkkksss!' Always gets me when someone says that. It always reminds me of the movie. I took a break to toss a bag of Orville's finest into the microwave. That and a Sprite and I was ready.

I had a thought flash through. So I concentrated and pulled a picture out of the wallet. I turned expectantly and was ready when Connie came through the door. Dressed in jeans that looked like she was poured into and a light sweater that molded to her body contours, she came over to the couch and sat down, leaned into me and swiped some popcorn. She didn't say anything, she just cuddled up to me. I placed my arm around her and held her as we watched the movie. The second feature of tonight's double was The Running Man. About half way through it I fell asleep, Connie still in my arms. She hadn't moved for about a half hour, either. Sometime in the night we had shifted positions. When my internal clock went off at six, she was gone. I made myself a resolution that I'd explore that territory some more later.

I was going to test the wallet some more this morning, so I took care of business quickly and grabbed a bowl of cereal and a glass of apple juice. After rinsing the dishes I made my way down to game room. I surveyed the large room and then closed the door again. "I want to have a picture of the room on the other side of this door; it would be of a ballroom in the antebellum South, replete with Southern Belle's, Southern Gentlemen and a small orchestra playing music of the day. The date should be in the vicinity of June 1856. It will include me dressed as a dapper Southern Gentleman. When I speak I will have the proper accent and I will know everything about the norms of the era. No one will notice me when I enter the room. The picture will have been taken two minutes ago"

'Well here goes nothing.' I told myself as I opened the door and stepped in. Looking down at my clothes I could see the instantaneous change in my wardrobe. I gazed into a full length mirror attached to the wall beside the door. I was the vision of Clark Gable as Rhett Butler in 'Gone With the Wind'. Now if only I could find my Scarlett. There were black people stationed in identical livery around the room. There was a table piled high with food and there was a bar serving drinks next to that. Over in the opposite corner of the room there was an 8 piece orchestra playing some long forgotten tune. I marveled that the room I was in measured many times larger than the room in my house. I was tempted to look back through the door, but I didn't want to break the spell.

Quickly I gave myself a biography in case someone asked. I took the name Rhett because it would be easy for me to use automatically, without thinking. I needed to find out where I was, so I could make up a plausible story. I ambled over to the bar and told the black man to make me a bloody mary. His brow wrinkled and he spoke.

"I's not sure what dat is, sir. Coulds you tells me what to use to make dat?" he said, murdering the English language as he spoke.

"Oh, never mind." I replied. I would make it easy. "Just give me bourbon, neat. Tell me where exactly this plantation is located"

He handed me my drink and said this was the Montgomery plantation in Bayou Parrish, Louisiana. He took a moment to brag on the plantation while I waited. We were 75 miles North of New Orleans. He offered that the Massa had 183 slaves and not one had tried to run away in years. The Colonel, Randolph and his wife Ophelia were blessed with three children, Maybelle the oldest was 22. Randolph the 3rd was 19 and the youngest daughter, Elizabeth, was a plain girl of 17. This ball was her coming out cotillion.

I made my way around the room, first stopping at the buffet for a light snack. The food was as delicious as it was plentiful. I just nodded greeting to the folks standing there. They had no idea who I was, but as people are, they pretended they did, smiling and shaking hands and such. I finally got to the honoree of the night, Miss Elizabeth Montgomery, better known to her peers as Bitsy. I held my hand out and asked if I could have the pleasure of the next dance. Blushing profusely she nodded yes.

We took the floor as a waltz began. She had been schooled in dance and was an excellent partner. As we swept around the floor, I took the opportunity to examine her more closely. First thing I noticed was that her dress was horrible. It looked like it was a cast-off from her buxom older sister and whoever was the seamstress for the household cared little about quality work.

Her body was to say the least, immature. Perhaps given time she would fill out in form and maybe even fit some of her older sister's dresses without alteration. But for now, she needed all the help she could get. The boys at the cotillion for the most part, ignored her. I could see possibilities. Her body was boyish, with little curve to it. The bad fitting dress did not help. Her figure would have made her a high demand runway model. A closer examination of her face showed an inner beauty. It was something I wished to explore.

After three or four dances, none of the other young gentlemen had offered to escort her on the dance floor, so I invited her outside to the garden. A simple nod of the head told me she was ready and willing to accompany me away from this crowd. I offered her my arm and she accepted.

We walked arm in arm out into the night air. The air was tepid but not intolerable. She had her fan and an occasional breeze would come up to help. We talked, or rather, she talked and I listened. She was a well rounded individual and was familiar with current affairs. There was an intelligent mind locked under those auburn tresses.

At that moment she stumbled and I took the opportunity to place my arm around her slim waist. I also took the opportunity to leave it there after she had steadied herself. She did not object.

We rounded the corner of the hedge and were thrust into blackness, hidden from the light of the house. Bitsy stopped, turned, threw her arms around me and kissed me with a hunger and intensity that came from frustration at being ignored for so long. Her need was expressed in her passionate kissing asking for a return. I quickly responded. I thrust my tongue in her mouth and she responded to the challenge. She gave as well as she got. More than once I felt a shudder course through her as we engaged in our erotic battle.

Her hands had moved down to encircle my back and my hands began to roam. She did have the beginnings of a curve and a flair of her hips. She did have the most delightful, round bottom. My hands took the time to explore that region. Our passion was rising as we kissed and played with each other's clothed bodies. I felt rather than heard or saw a presence. Small delicate hands and arms encircled me from behind. One hand was traveling up my chest and the other, surprisingly, up the bodice of the minx in my arms.

A breath of hot air was expelled on my neck, just before two lips began kissing it. The smell of jasmine mingled with the other flowers in the air. The body pulled in close and I felt the soft abundant flesh of the woman press close against my back. A throaty voice whispered

"Is he taking care of your needs, sister"

"Oh, yes Maybelle, he is simply divine. He is such a good kisser, he's even better than you ... Oh!" Bitsy exclaimed, covering her mouth with her hand in an attempt to take back what she had just exposed.

"Don't you fret, dearest," Maybelle purred "I want to sample his wares, too. He is the most gorgeous man I've seen in these parts in a long while. He makes me tingle there, too"

Maybelle turned me around where I stood and applied all her charms. Especially she applied the two very large ones on her chest. Those were thrust onto my chest as she leaned in to savor a kiss or two from me. She turned and held Bitsy and they kissed like lovers. Maybelle's eyes flew open when Bitsy took what she learned from me and invaded Maybelle with her tongue.

"My what a novel way to use your tongue" Maybelle exclaimed. "Now we have two ways we can use our tongues to excite and satisfy each other."

Maybelle unfastened the hoop skirt and adroitly stepped out of it. She then removed her bloomers and proceeded to crawl under her sister's hoop. I watched her cute ass disappear under the dress. I was drafted into service holding Bitsy upright as her knees went weak. I could only guess what was going on. I played my hand over her chest as I held her. She grabbed my hand and placed my fingers over the erect points on her chest. I observed her chest becoming red, flush with excitement as Maybelle continued her ministrations beneath the cover of Bitsy's dress. I had to use my mouth to smother the scream she emitted as she came. Soon after, Maybelle climbed out from under her sister and redressed herself. I did get a change to glimpse the auburn bush surrounding her womanhood.

Just as we were done rearranging ourselves to be presentable, we heard a voice calling out to us. It was getting closer. We positioned ourselves to present a façade of normalcy. Just in time, for as we started chatting, Mrs. Montgomery rounded to corner.

"Oh there you are. I noticed that you two had left the ball and I was worried. I came looking and feared I find you in the clutches of this young man."

"No ma'am. We wouldn't do anything like that" Bitsy said.

"Sister is correct, mother" Maybelle confirmed "We were talking, nothing more. We wouldn't do anything like what you suggest"

"Why not?" their mother asked. She stepped forward into the shadows with her children and me. She took my hands and placed them on her ample cleavage while she used her hands to explore my body, or rather my rigid member. "I think you ought to take advantage of him, my sweet ones. He is very handsome and from what I feel, quite well endowed. I think I should invite him to stay on at the plantation for awhile while your father is away. He leaves at first light for Memphis."

Ophelia pressed her womanly charms against me, trapping my hand on her breast. Her nipple was just as reactive as her daughters were. They were straining against her low cut dress. The top arch of her areola was peeking out over the white lace of her bodice. Any jostling of her torso threatened to release her globes to my vision. She pulled my head down to her face and three minutes later came up for air. Her kiss was better than both girls, probably based on years of practice. She reached out to Maybelle and pulled her close. They embraced and when they broke, she said

"I see you've been playing with your sister again. She does taste nice, doesn't she?"

"Oh yes, mama. She squirts so good when she comes. This nice young man held her up for me while I ate and she came real good for me" Maybelle explained.

"I'm glad you found such a nice young gentleman to help you. Did you get to sample his wares at all?" Their mother asked.

"Unfortunately no, mother" Bitsy responded. "We had just finished, or rather I had, and had gotten our clothing straightened out when we heard your call. We finished our business and got ready to greet you."

"Well, then. I guess we need to correct that situation. Young man," she addressed me. "Would you please be so kind as to stay with us a few days and take care of our needs while our husband and brother are away? Usually they are more than enough to satisfy us, but with both of them gone we'd only have the darkies here. I don't care for them, although I think there's one that Maybelle has her eye on."

"Oh mother, I do not. Chicken George is not going to get his thing in me. I don't even like him anymore. I'd rather have this fine specimen instead." She held my arm and I swear she started purring.

I was flabbergasted. Here I was, a visitor and the matriarch of this family had just invited me to stay in her home and make love to all three of them. I checked myself. I pinched my arm. Ow, it hurt. I was awake. I had to answer, I could see they were waiting for it.

"I'd be delighted to make my services available to you and your charming daughters. Whatever I can do to make their lot in life a little easier, it will be my distinct pleasure to perform that duty. You say your husband is leaving at first light for Memphis?"

"Yes" she replied. "He and our son Randolph will be traveling to Memphis and then North past St. Louis. They will be gone about ten days. Do you think you will be able to stay with us during that time, protecting us from danger and seeing to our needs? I can always introduce you to my husband as my cousin from Atlanta. He wouldn't think anything of it. Please say you will stay."

She wiggled her torso and as I predicted, one of her nipples popped out over the top of her dress. She smiled and fixed her dress. She knew I'd say yes which I promptly did do. I was hooked. Hooked on her children and hooked on her. I took each on in my arms in turn and nearly suffocated them with my kisses. I left them all weak kneed, but offered my arm to mother and Bitsy. Maybelle came up closely behind, her hand wandering over my butt as we walked.

A week later, I used the wallet again. "I want a Polaroid picture of me entering back into my house taken two minutes ago and no time has passed since I left." I looked at the picture as I went through a doorway. I was back home. I checked the computer on the desk. I was back where I started. I was exhausted. Those Southern ladies ran me ragged. We were naked most of the time and they let me get damn little sleep. They were wasting precious little time enjoying my stiff cock and each other. I decided to go back to bed and rest. I was climbing the stairs when the doorbell rang. I turned around and descended to the main floor. The bell rang again before I reached the door. I opened it to a vision of loveliness. Connie was waiting on the other side of the door.

"I just couldn't stay away. I had to come back to see you. I don't know what has come over me." She encircled my waist and pulled her body close to me. It was just a hug but it was more exciting to me than my week at the Montgomery's home. I held her at arm's length, looking upon her body. She was definitely a keeper. I hugged her back.

"Go back to work, come over here after you finish. We'll have dinner." I ordered as I swatted her delicious looking bottom and ushered her out the door. Grinning at me, she blew a kiss and got in her car and left. As she was leaving I saw another car enter the drive. It was Joe and Sue Kulas. As soon as they stopped their car, on the side of the house, another car arrived. It was Betty Kirkwood. The whole staff was here. I walked over to Joe's car and waved for Betty to join us. She pulled up beside Joe's car and killed the engine. It took a moment or two for the car to quit cycling. The last cycle of the car ended with a loud report. The explosion caused Betty to turn scarlet.

Before she recovered and could speak, I held up my hand. It was difficult hiding my laughter, but I managed. I told her there was a Mercedes in the garage that she was to drive from now on, since it was her car. I handed her the keys and title. I handed Joe the keys and title to the Lexus SUV beside it. Both cars had the garage remote control unit in them. I clicked the bay number on my master remote and the door opened. Betty's green Mercedes was parked on the left and the silver Lexus was on the right. This bay was separate from the rest of the garage and had an access door to the residences above. It was also alarmed and I told them all the current code. It would be changed monthly by the ADT man. I told them they could move in any time and then escorted them into the house. I demonstrated the alarm code on the back door for them. I let Joe know that there were two ways into the back yard. One was through the garage and one through the house. The fence around the lot and the fence around the back yard were separated by an 8 foot empty space with motion sensors and hidden cameras. The back fence was actually 8 feet in from the property line and had to be kept clear. There was a steel door allowing access that was only able to be opened by two people simultaneously. One would have to be at the door with hand on the biometric pad, and one person would have to be in the security room to actuate the bypass switch, allowing the door to open. The same process would have to occur on the return trip.

We entered into the kitchen and told Sue (Suzie she told me to call her) this was her domain. I showed her cupboards and the two pantries that I had filled thanks to the wallet. In the front pantry there was an upright freezer, an 8' wide commercial walk in type. I had it stocked with the meat of 4 Angus steers, 6 hogs, a hundred chickens, and other stuff. The other pantry contained a similar walk in cooler for fresh veggies and the like. The kitchen itself was outfitted with all the equipment a chef could want. Suzie was in love, or at least lust with the kitchen and pantry. I was pretty sure I'd be eating well.

I gave everyone the tour, but it was for Betty's benefit, since she would be housekeeper. I told her if she wanted to employ someone she knew, it would be alright with me. I did insist that Ms. Wexstaff run background on anyone she recommended and she agreed. As the tour wound down, I sent them off and turned into my bedroom. I made it to the bed, flopped down and was out like a light.

A knocking on the door woke me. I called out to whoever it was to cut it out and just come in. The door opened and Betty stuck her head in. "There is a Miss Connie Moore at the door to see you. She says she's expected?"

Oh shit, I screwed up big time. "Yes, yes, let her in. Show her to the living room and offer her something in the form of refreshments. I forgot to tell you I'd invited her over after she finished work. What time is it?" That all came out as I scrambled to select some clothes to wear and headed for the bathroom. She disappeared as the door closed and I made quick business of showering, shaving, and brushing my teeth. I dressed in the slacks and polo shirt I'd picked and then headed out and down the stairs. As I entered the living room, Connie jumped up and ran to me. She threw her arms around me and smothered me with kisses. The up side of this was her rubbing her body against mine. I calmed her down and we went back over to the couch together. We sat there talking when Betty appeared at the doorway.

She told us dinner was served. I was surprised. I hadn't said anything about eating. Connie clapped her hands together. "Oh goody, I'm famished!" she exclaimed as she bounced up off the couch.

I led her to the dining room. The table was set exquisitely for two with china settings across from each other. Silver place settings were arranged at each chair replicating a restaurant. There were a pair of pewter candle holders complete with scented candles. A flower centerpiece decorated the table. I assisted Connie with her chair and then took the seat opposite. Momentarily there was silence and then Betty entered wearing her old uniform. She placed the dinner salads at our places and retired back to the kitchen. We engaged in small talk as we enjoyed our meal. At just the right moment the next course was brought in. It was amazing that the timing of the courses coincided with our progress. Soon the desert course was served and the chocolate mousse was delicious. I thanked Betty for serving and told her to tell Sue everything was perfect as I escorted Connie back to the living room.

"Let's go to the game room. We could watch movies and snuggle again. I would like that very much." What she wanted, she got. We went into the game room, I grabbed a bag of popcorn and stuffed it in the microwave. I retrieved a couple drinks from the small fridge and we got comfortable with our drinks and the popcorn and the company. That was the best part. I turned on the big screen and switched the Roku unit to Hulu Plus. I looked through the possibilities and selected 'No Ordinary Family'. After that we watched 'The Cape' and then 'Lie To Me'. All the while we held each other and occasionally kissed.

She fell asleep against me and I carefully carried her up the main staircase to my bedroom. I laid her on the bed, took off my shoes and hers, and slipped into the bed beside her. I woke up once during the night and she was beside me, nude. Her clothing was carefully folded and laying on the top of the dresser on that side of the bed. After using the bathroom, I removed my clothing and joined her under the covers. She snuggled up against me, twisting a bit until her breast was resting on my chest. Her arm extended across my abdomen, dangerously close to my manly equipment. She rested her head against my shoulder and went back to sleep without a word.

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Chapter 4

The pressure was becoming intense. The feeling in my cock was an indication that I would soon explode. Looking around I could see nothing. It was then I realized I had been asleep and my eyes were still glued closed. Slowly I opened them. There, rising above me like a monument was a goddess, my goddess. Connie was well into her orgasm and her pussy was clenching my cock rhythmically as she rose and fell. When she had me full within her, she'd rock her pelvis, extending my rigidity deeper, to the center of her being. My hands began to explore her body as it worked its way toward the zenith of her orgasm. I followed her contour and my hands cupped her magnificent breasts. Her nipples stood erect like little soldiers on the parade ground. I guessed that they were a comfortable C cup in size. They went extremely well with the rest of her flawless body. I pinched each nipple alternating side to side and she exploded. She clamped down on me and I joined her in orgasmic bliss. We were lost together. She slowly collapsed on top of me. My arms encircled her torso, drawing her closer to me. I kissed her lips and they parted for me. We continued our duel for the next eternity and finally shifted position so she was lying beside me. I suggested a shower and she agreed.

The giant shower with the six shower heads was refreshing. We carefully washed each other. We got exceptionally clean for all the soap we used. I pulled the jumbo fleece towels from the cabinet and we dried each other. As we entered the bedroom again, I notice a small bag beside the bed. She brought an overnight bag with her. She planned on staying over. That was fine with me. She dressed and was ready to leave too soon for my taste. I would have preferred she stay here with me, but after all, she was a high demand sales person. So with regret, I sent her on her way. She said she'd be back sometime soon, a day or three at the most. She gave me a quick kiss to the side so as to not mess up her makeup and she was gone.

I figured that today would be a good day to see what else the wallet could do. I had another yet another brainstorm. This time I figured I could just start out from here. I took out the wallet from the drawer I'd stuffed it in. I was ready. "I want a picture of me coming out of this room taken two minutes ago. The date will be January 1, 2013 and the time will be sunrise." I pulled out the picture and left the room.

The full light of the sun dimmed to just after dawn. I went down the stairs and looked out the picture window. Nothing was changed. Everything looked the same as always. I went to the game room/den and turned on the TV. Fox News was still presenting the news, fair and balanced. CNN gave the latest unemployment figures, up to over ¾ million people seeking benefits. Remember that those whose benefits have run out are not counted in the unemployed. Those on welfare are also not counted. MSNBC was still ranting on what a raw deal Obama got in the election and the recount. No matter how you slice it, Texas still voted Republican and carried the election for the Turner/Paul ticket. And Tommy Lee Jones didn't win the Senate race in Texas, either. They were moaning about that too. ESPN was making predictions that Southern Cal would take the Rose Bowl over Ohio State. The Home Shopping Network was hawking the closeout on the 32GB iPad3 for $199.95. Nick at Night was playing Gunsmoke. Nickelodeon had a Sponge Bob movie and TBS had some sort of made for TV action flick with Arnold playing the lead. Satisfied with the normalcy I turned off the TV and made my way back up to my room. Outside the room I made the wish. "I want a picture of me reentering my room taken two minutes ago. I will enter 2 seconds after I left." I opened the door and I was back. OK, so I was right when I told my friends that the Mayan calendar was just like the Julian calendar. At the end, it starts over!

I went down to the kitchen and Suzie was there. She asked me what I'd like for breakfast and I asked for scrambled eggs and bacon. She told me to take a seat at the kitchen table and she brought me toast, jelly and OJ. (The drink, not the running back) The Morning News was already on the table. There was a single red carnation in a cut glass vase in the center of the table. I looked out the glass window wall and saw Joe working near the back garden wall. He looked happy. I was glad I was able to hire them, especially with the marvelous cook I got in the form of Suzie. She delivered my food and I scarfed it down as usual. I always did eat fast. Growing up with three brothers it meant survival. "He who hesitates is last" was the motto in our house. If you finished first you got seconds, if not you would end up hungry. This really hit home when all four of us were in some form of athletics at the same time!

I thanked Suzie for the breakfast and headed back up to my room. When I entered, I found that Betty had already been in the room and everything was spotless and in place. The bed was made and the bath spotless. Damn she was good! I'd have to give her a raise.

I thought it was a good day for a drive, so I grabbed my keys and headed out. I let Suzie know not to expect me back until late as I passed the kitchen. She smiled and thanked me. Pressing the remote on the key fob, the second garage door opened and I hopped over the door of the Shelby and started it up. I love the roar. It's got a set of Lake Pipes on it that is outstanding. I headed over to White Rock Lake to do a little cruising.

The other cars that were cruising around the Lake couldn't compare. I saw the looks as we passed each other. Those newer rides just didn't have the class of a '67 Shelby. One came close though. It was a maroon '67 Jag XKE. Those were V12 cars that could really GO! But then, so could the overpowered Shelby. No, I didn't 'challenge him then and there to a drag.' We didn't have a 'Dead Man's Curve' to race to ... That just happened to be the tune coming out of the radio on KLUV at that moment. We did pull into one of the parking lots and discussed the merits of our respective cars for awhile. We had lots of female admirers come over to look and touch. They also looked at the cars. The other guy picked one he liked and they were gone.

I got in and started out on the circuit one more time. As I drove, I began to notice an oddity. Usually as you drive around the lake, you see a multitude of walkers and joggers on the running path. Oh, there were still a lot of people on the path; it's just that I didn't see any fat people walking. Usually the path is crowded with them. There were still a variety of shapes, but no one was obese. Then I remembered my wallet wish I made the first night. Oh my God this was big! If that came true, then the STD part came true also.

That would be all except HIV since it is also passed by shared needles, etc. To cover that one, I wished and in the wallet was the chemical formula for a combination vaccine/cure. I would take it to a patent attorney and then rent the formula to any drug maker that wanted it. Rental agreement would be that the maker would get $100 per dose, and I would get $100 per dose each sent to WHO and Red Cross. I knew this wouldn't last long but at least for a time those organizations would get funding. Pfizer had been taking the most flack lately and I knew they would jump on the chance once I sent them a wallet produced sample of the drug for them to test. I knew it would be 100 out of 100 cured and the FDA was so desperate that they would give emergency approval. "Let the healing begin!" but I'm getting ahead of myself.

I drove down to the mall and parked in front of Macy's. Went in through the store, looking at the stuff they had while observing the customers and clerks. Again, there were no morbidly obese people there either. I stopped by the perfume counter where a couple of young ladies were looking over the samples. As I watched, one of the young women slipped a sampler bottle of Chanel No. 5 in her purse. I casually walked over to them and struck up a conversation. I asked what they thought I should get my girlfriend for her birthday. Eventually the one with the sampler suggested the Chanel. I jumped on that and had the clerk ring the biggest bottle up right then and there. I kept the ladies engaged in small talk until my purchase was handed to me. Then I handed the bag, perfume and receipt to the girl and told her it was hers if she would put the sampler back. As soon as I said that I turned and walked away, not waiting for an explanation or anything else. I had a big smile on my face as I exited the store into the mall.

I ambled through the mall, in and out of stores, observing. I'd see mothers with children shopping. They'd have the kid try on whatever and then put it back. I'd follow after and purchase the item. I'd then catch up and hand them the package. They'd look and start to say something but I was already walking away. This was fun!

I was walking along on the lower lever when I noticed a scuffle on the second floor. A young pregnant woman was in a tussle with a scruffy looking guy. He started to run. He had taken her purse and was running for the escalator. A dozen quick steps later, I was at the base of the moving stairs waiting. He was running down the stairs and just as he got to the bottom, my leg came up and my foot got him square in the solar plexus. He collapsed and slid about 10 feet across the floor. Before he could move, mall security (not Paul Blart) was on him, had him cuffed and was about to haul him off. I asked them to wait a minute until the woman could reach us.

When she arrived, I told the hood to apologize. He stared at me. I leaned in close and whispered "think about the feeling when I hit you. Now think about something a hundred times worse. I'm not a cop, I don't have limits. Now apologize."

The cowed crook apologized to the woman and then was dragged off to security to wait the arrival of the police. I handed the young lady her purse and she cried. I put my arm around her to comfort her and she sobbed into my shirt. I rubbed her back with my hand to comfort her. Her sobs lessened as I spoke soothing words to her. Through her sobs she told me her story.

She was knocked up by her ex-boyfriend and he took off. She had no one to rely on and was working at low level pay. She didn't know what she was going to do. She was already on WIC and would qualify for food stamps as soon as the baby was born. The other ladies in the office had given her a baby shower and all the presents were cash. It was in her purse and she was purchasing something at the Motherhood Maternity Shop. When she left the store, he struck. She couldn't fight him off and all her money would be gone.

Then she started to profusely thank me for rescuing her purse. She kissed me square on the lips and put a little tongue in it. Her round belly mashed up against my groin and her breasts, enhanced by the pregnancy, rubbed against my chest. My arms automatically circled her body and I kissed back.

"You're welcome" I said. "And thank you for that. It was very enjoyable. You are quite the sexy little lady. But come with me for just a minute, OK? I promise you will be surprised and happy."

She nodded assent and didn't pull back when I took her hand. We headed back down the mall a little, and turned down the hallway towards one of the exits. The second store in was a DaySpa franchise. I went up to the counter and told the girl I wanted the Deluxe package, including the hair and makeup makeover. The girl asked when I'd like the appointment, that they could get to it next Thursday at the earliest. I took out the wallet and produced 5 one hundred dollar bills and told her "Right now would be most convenient. That is for the treatment and the remainder is a tip for those who help ME out." I smiled sweetly. I glanced down and the money had mysteriously disappeared.

"Right this way ma'am. I'm certain that you will enjoy this afternoon immensely. You are very lucky to have a husband like that. Here we are, you will be in Room One, the Executive suite. Make yourself comfortable. Our staff will be with you in less than five minutes." the receptionist said.

"Here, let me put your stuff over here. It looks like a good place to put it." I took her packages and her recently returned purse and moved over to a freestanding cupboard/chiffarobe. It was walnut and looked very expensive. While she was looking over the room, I silently wished and pulled an envelope out of the wallet. I stuffed it quickly into her purse so she wouldn't see it. The envelope contained a note from me, telling her to contact my attorney if she ever needed anything. It also contained 10,000 in cash. The note told her to get what she needed for the baby with my blessing. I also suggested that if it was a boy, she could name it after me.

The staff entered the room at that moment so I took my leave. I wished the girl well and told her she would be blessed. She didn't know how true that was yet, but she would find out soon enough. I left the salon and continued my tour of the mall.

I walked up to some high school girls by an earrings kiosk. I told them I was with KVIL radio and was doing a survey. I asked them if they could tell me the names of the first five presidents of the US. The first two were cheerleader types and I could hardly keep a straight face at their answers. I thanked them for their time and moved around the kiosk to another girl standing by herself. She was pretty in her own way and I could guess she wasn't a cheerleader. I posed the same question to her. I had to stop her when she got to William Henry Harrison, naming all the others before him in quick succession. Washington, Adams, Jefferson Madison Monroe J. Q. Adams came out so quickly I think it only took her two seconds to say, and the rest streaked past. I took out my wallet and handed her a crisp new $100.00 bill and congratulated her on her prowess. She shyly thanked me. The two girls on the other side of the counter only gaped and stared.

"Maybe you could help those two on their presidents so the next time someone asks they could answer, too. And let them know that while he was a great statesman, Benjamin Franklin never ran for president."

"Oh thank you sir" she said. "I will put this in my savings for when I go to college. It will be hard but I want to be a teacher. My mother works so hard and we still only just get by."

"Why would you want to be a teacher?" I asked. "They are one of the lowest paid professions requiring the highest degree of education. They work long hours, putting in time before school and a lot of time after school preparing lessons and grading work. They don't get a single paid holiday, ever. Their contracts are for the number of days school is in session. For example, Christmas break is two weeks. School isn't in session so they don't get paid. Their benefits suck, pardon the expression. The only good thing is the state can't touch their pension fund, at least for now."

"But they get the whole summer off..." she began.

I interrupted "Again, it's unpaid. Their pay is spread out over the year, meaning they get less than what they should on a bi weekly or monthly basis, depending on how the district pays. The state sends the districts the base salary per teacher once a month. It's up to the schools district as to when they give it to the teachers. They collect a lot of interest on the money sitting in the bank until payday and they don't pass that on to the teachers."

"During the summer, the teachers take additional college courses or institutes or seminars to keep current on their subject or to get certified for other subjects. I was reading just last week about massive teacher layoffs looming in the state and we are getting more and more students. I don't understand why they would have to lay off if we have more students."

"It's because the state is in a bind on money" she said. "I was reading the paper on Sunday and there was an article about it. How is it you know so much about schools, are you a teacher?"

"No my mother was." I replied.

"Was? Did she retire?"

"No, she died." My reply was terse and filled with sorrow. I missed mom so much.

"Oh" she said. "My father died when I was five. I miss him, too." She tenderly stroked my hand as if it would make the hurt go away. She didn't say any more and we just stood there.

"Do you think your mother would mind if I bought you lunch?" I asked.

"I'm 18. I had my birthday last week. I would be pleased to have lunch with you. But to answer your question, yes, I think it would be alright with her if I accepted your offer for lunch."

We walked side by side towards the food court. She said she liked oriental and there was one station there selling Chinese food. We loaded up and found a table a little away from the main crowd. We talked as we ate and I decided that this intelligent young woman deserved whatever help I could give to help reach her goal. There was one small section of Highland Park School District that wasn't filled with affluent homes. This was where Melissa Ethridge McCowan and her daughter, the bright and talented Susan lived. Susan was the one sitting next to me at the moment.

I asked Susan to call her mother for me. She bowed her head. "Mother has a cell, but we can't afford one for me, too. Hers is a Straight Talk from Wal-Mart and it's $30 a month."

I thought a minute and took out the wallet. I reached in and pulled out the latest Droid phone on the Verizon network and handed it to her. "Call your mother and have her meet us here."

"OK, I'll call. Why do you want her here?" she asked.

"It's a surprise and I can't give it unless she is here too." I replied smiling broadly.

She dialed her mother's cell. "Hello, Mom?" she said excitedly, "I'm over at the food court in the mall talking to this man..." she paused "No mom, I'm not in trouble and he isn't being inappropriate or anything. He won't tell me why but he wants to talk to you and me. Can you come? Now? Please?"

Smiling she tried to hand the phone back as she affirmed that her mother was on her way. Her mother was shopping just down the road and would be here in five to ten minutes. I told her the phone was hers and the unlimited service was paid up for the next twenty years. She didn't know what to say. We continued to eat and talk until a woman about thirty five came over to where we were sitting. She was naturally blonde, I could tell. She was also rather tall; I'd guess about five foot ten at least. Her body had curves in all the right places and she was plush. When she sat down next to Susan I could tell instantly they belonged together. I got right to the point.

"Mrs. McCowan, I am highly impressed with your daughter. She is intelligent, well spoken and has a keen sense of humor, too. I want to sponsor her education if you will let me." I said.

A look of shock and disbelief came upon both their faces. They were temporarily speechless as they looked at me, then each other and then back at me. Then like the clouds in a thunderstorm, the torrent of questions came. After I managed to get them to calm down I answered their questions one at a time. I recounted what I had told Susan and talked a little more about my mother. I then went into details about what I wanted to do for Susan.

I told her I'd have my lawyer set up an educational trust, funded by my lottery winnings. It would pay for room, board, books, tuition and fees, plus incidental expenses and an allowance of $250 per week for as long as she was in school, as long as her grades were acceptable. It would cover any graduate work as well, up to completion of the Doctoral degree. The trust would also provide her with a car, a Nissan Leaf, a Chevy Volt, or the Tesla Town Car or any new all electric car that came on the market. They would be replaced every year, so she would never have a car more than a year old. License and insurance would be covered also.

I watched the excited pair as I related what I was going to do. Doubt began to rear its head on Melissa. I noted this and decided to erase it. I opened the wallet. I pulled out a cashier's check from the wallet. It was in the amount of one hundred thousand dollars and made out to cash. I handed her the check and told her to deposit it in her personal account.

"This is a token of my good faith. I will have my lawyer contact you next week to finalize the details and to get any more information that he might need. The money is yours, Mrs. McCowan, to use and do with as you see fit. It is not part of the scholarship I am giving to Susan."

At that moment Susan chose to wrap her arms around me and give me a huge kiss, right on the lips. Her tongue darted in and out, teasing me as the kiss heated up. Her mother, not to be outdone, came around to the other side of me and gave me a searing kiss that would wake up the most jaded eunuch. Since our table was secluded, Susan was rubbing her hand up my leg. When she got to the top, she ran into her mother's hand. Both were stroking me through my jeans. They took turns kissing and distracting me. Melissa took hold of my hand and applied it to one of her magnificent chest ornaments. As much as I wanted to go on, I didn't want us to be thrown out of the mall, so I broke off the play and told them we couldn't do that here. Plus I informed them it was totally unnecessary. I had no thoughts of reward in my offer.

I glance around and noticed a couple of girls had been watching us. I could see their hands under their table. They were working on their pussies, hand blurred by the motion. When I managed to catch their eyes, I winked. They blushed immediately, squealed and hurried off.

I finished up the business with Susan and Melissa. Melissa gave me her cell number and begged me to call her, anytime. Susan hugged me and whispered in my ear.

"She hasn't had a man since Daddy died. She's been too busy with me. I think she likes you and may even want you. I know I want you. Think about her? And thank you so much."

I kissed Susan on the forehead and tried to kiss Melissa on the cheek. At the last second she swiveled her head and I got her lips instead. She grabbed me and pulled me close, grinding her pelvis into my equipment. I do believe she wants me. I will have to explore that later, maybe.

We headed in opposite directions. I turned to watch the receding pair and they were heavy into their discussion of the events that just transpired. I noted with interest that their asses were both tight and very appealing. Smiling to myself, I spent a little more time strolling and then left the mall, heading for Restaurant Row and the Roadhouse again. I was specifically going there to see Carol. I figured since I was in the giving mood, I'd help out Carol too.

The fastest way for me was to jump on the 75 northbound, getting on Westbound LBJ and heading south on 35 to Walnut Hill. It took about 20 minutes in the Shelby. So what if I got pulled over, the wallet would take care of me. (I think that attitude is what will get me in trouble.)

I pulled in to the lot, parked the Shelby and took the steps two at a time. I was out of luck; today was Carol's day off. I made a mental note so I wouldn't make the mistake again. I got Debbie, the (fake) big breasted, (fake) blonde waitress and she flirted to beat the band. I found out from Miguel the bus boy that she had learned I won the lotto. I tipped him a twenty and gave him my gratitude. I ignored Debbie and as a tip, I left one penny. It was for all the slights and her ignoring me when I came in before, when I didn't have all the money in the world. Now if she was just smart enough to recognize the slight.

It had been awhile, so I headed on over to the old place. It needed a cleaning and I had enough stored energy I dusted and vacuumed the place before flopping down on the sofa. It was Queen Anne style with super wide and deep seats and had large padded arm rests. Combined with the throw pillows it was a perfect place to rest. I got out my cell and called my attorney and gave him the details of the trust. He said it would be all ready for my signature in three days. I told him I'd stop by and hung up. Then I laid my head down for a nap.

I was jolted out of my sleep by a body slamming down hard on my groin. I looked up to gaze of the naked form of Melissa as she gyrated on my rigid cock. She was extremely tight on my member as she moved. I will say she was producing copious amounts of lubrication. My hands automatically reached out to her waist, stroking her silken skin as she moved. My touch caused a shiver of excitement to run through her. A low growl escaped her lips as she threw her head back.

Out of the corner of my eye another female form approached. It was nude also. The dim light in the room dimmed even further as her legs straddled my head and she lowered her exquisite flower to my lips. The taste was fresh with a slight odor of lavender mixed in with the scent of feminine arousal in the sparse hair surrounding her petals. My tongue traversed her crease, ending on her small nubbin at the top. I flicked her clit with my tongue; her spasms creating a sensory overload within her. She flexed her body involuntarily. When she did, I caught a glimpse of her face. It was Susan who was straddling me and enjoying the ministrations of my tongue. A mother and daughter tag team event. Interesting, but how did this happen. I moved my left hand and discovered the wallet was in my hand. That answered my question. I've heard somewhere that dreams could be wishes unfulfilled. There may be truth in that, as I had thought about just such an event when being rewarded at the mall.

The rider on my cock was getting more erratic as her orgasm built. As she reached the pinnacle of her orgasm, Susan began her release. Copious amounts of her girl cum flowed into my mouth as the spasms, one after another racked her body. Her mother was flailing with her orgasm, exhausting her energy and she fell forward. I continued stroking her as she lay there contracting her cunt walls around my rigid prick. I was ready and came inside her in massive spurts. I filled her to overflowing and still I continued injecting her with my seed. She slowly pulled forward and left my wet cock exposed to the air. Susan slipped off my face after leaving it smeared with her orgasmic juices. She made her way down my body and gently sucked my spent rod into her mouth. She cleaned the juices off me, a mingling of her mother and my cum. She liked it enough to start on her mother, scooping the fluids out of her cunt with her tongue. Eagerly, she licked and sucked the combined juices out of Melissa's pussy. It was such a turn on of a show that I had responded by becoming erect again.

This time it was Susan's turn on top. She climbed up, driven by lust, her eyes not really focusing on anything. Her mother was stroking Susan's clitoris, stimulating her beyond reason. Susan rose up and Melissa held my painfully hard cock in position. Melissa reached her hand down and withdrew some of her lubricating juice from its repository. She smeared the fluids over my cock and then placed it at Susan's entrance. She kissed Susan's nipples, with a little sucking action and she bit just a little. Susan suddenly dropped, applying her full weight on the thrust. She screamed as she sank down the full length of my manhood, burying it deep within her silky cavern. She froze in that position. In that one instant I realized that Susan was a virgin until just now. The tightness of her velvet sheath held me captive. Momentarily, she began sliding her pussy just a little. She whimpered a little but did not stop. Soon she was moving with a vengeance and guttural sounds were emanating from her throat.

Faster she moved, driven by some unseen force. She screamed out her ecstasy as she rolled over the top of the strongest orgasm of her young life. She collapsed on me and hungrily kissed me all over. Her mother had watched our coupling with pride in her eyes. She had surrendered her baby to me, knowing I would give her the release she needed and the experience to remember for a lifetime. Now she would bless the union by using her tongue to cleanse her daughter's genitals with her tongue. Gently she worked, cleaning the fluids, as I had ejaculated also. When she had finished, she took the time to clean me also. I was spent and didn't get fully hard despite her ministrations. The two cuddled up to me, each lying on their side with a breast resting on my chest. The large breast Melissa presented was a contrast to the medium small breast of Susan. Melissa had a large areola and pencil eraser nipples in the dark center. Susan's nipples were small pink points over a dark pink areola. Each one was delicious looking in its own way. As the women played their hands over my chest they would occasionally stimulate the opposite nipple or their own. Kisses were plied to me from both sides and they basked in the orgasmic afterglow.

It must have lasted hours as we lay there touching, skin on skin. Later, as they lay side by side I made slow, unhurried love to each in turn. They continued to kiss and touch each other as I was inside each of them. While I was slowly stroking Melissa, Susan latched on to her large nipple and suckled her mother like she had eighteen years prior. The direct link between her breast and her vagina was still connected and it was driving Melissa to distraction. She came vocally and Susan kissed her to help cover the sound. They continued the kiss long after the convulsions of the orgasm subsided. While they continued the kiss I moved lower on Melissa's body and used my tongue to clean her up from our sex. Then it was Susan's turn.

Susan and Melissa were still in the middle of their kiss so I decided to kiss Susan's other lips. Today turned out to be her first time at oral sex with a male. Mother-daughter sex didn't count here. I took time as I stimulated her inflamed labia. It was hot and flush with excitement. My tongue entered her tight vagina and I wiggled it a little bit. Her hips involuntarily started moving as I stroked. I flicked her clitoris and she jumped. I had to hold on to keep my mouth latched to her. Her mother had broken the kiss and was sucking her daughter's nubs. Susan was moaning her pleasure as we stimulated her body. I felt the time was ready and I moved into position. As I lined up my cock, Melissa latched her mouth on to my nipple and using her tongue, stimulated it to the point that my cock went rock hard as I plunged into her daughter's recently deflowered vagina a second time. Susan screamed and bucked as an orgasm crashed through her. She got so tight I couldn't move. I waited and kissed Melissa as her head came up. Our tongues intertwined momentarily and then released. She hefted her breast to my mouth and I eagerly sucked her flesh into my mouth.

I kept my stroking regular until she began to clamp down again around me. I had to increase my pressure and I also increased my speed. This allowed me passage into her sweet, sweet sex. Susan stiffened and orgasmed. I took the opportunity to flick her nipple with my tongue. Melissa took the clue and started working again on the other one. Susan's orgasm continued apace. They were all running into each other, producing an extended condition of eternal bliss. Susan could not put into words, after the fact, the feelings she had during this time. Her body convulsed multiple times from the strength of the orgasm. When I came inside her, my hot seed splashed against her cervix and triggered her largest orgasmic spasm.

I stopped moving and she whined. A little flex of my hips and the whine turned to a moan. I short stroked her, slamming my cock head against her cervix over and over. The sound started as a low moan, increasing in intensity as I continued my jackhammer motion. She broke! Absolute silence as I rammed deep inside her. Her vises like muscles were clutching me, unwilling to release the pleasure giving substance within her. Slowly she came down from her high, tears in her eyes. Melissa was cradling Susan's head on her lab, just inched from her own pleasure palace.

"Oh god that was so wonderful. I don't want it to stop. I could do this with you both forever." She confessed through her tears.

Her mother gently and tenderly kissed her daughter's lips. "I have to confess I feel the same way. I love you just as much as my delightful darling daughter. I too want it to never end. I just want to hold you both forever."

I knew it was time to stop. The sex was good and if I was ready, I'd agree to the joining in a heartbeat. But I wasn't ready. Nowhere near ready. As I held on to the wallet, I thought "I want a picture taken two minutes ago, of Melissa and Susan in their own beds. They have been dreaming about me and the entire sequence of events since I woke up with Melissa on me is just a dream for those two women. They will remember the dream and feel it was real to them but know it as a dream. Neither one of them will become pregnant because of today." I took the pictures out of the wallet and gazed upon them. Both women were naked on their beds and had their hands embedded in their pussies. The work and the mental stress had taken its toll and I crawled into bed and was out like a light.



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Chapter 5

I woke well rested the following morning. I was HUNGRY! With no food in the house, I make a quick wallet trip, and everything was stocked. Fresh food in the fridge and every cupboard filled. The large walk-in was also full. None of it would ever go bad but be there when the need arose. The milk was cold and the Capt'n Crunch was waiting. I poured a big bowl and returned the milk to the fridge. I sat down and dug in. Thinking I'd like some juice, I went over to the fridge for the forgotten glass of OJ. As I opened the door to the refrigerator, I noticed that the milk bottle was full and sealed. Neat.

Being a good boy, taught well by my mother, I washed the dishes and put them away. An idea was formulating in my mind. I needed to give it some thought for awhile. I got my keys and the wallet and after picking up the place, got in the Shelby and drove off. I took an easy cruise over to the Stockyards. I then headed South on 35W until I hit 20, I headed East again and tooled through Arlington, H-E-B, Grand Prairie, Garland, Plano and back down US 75 to the new place. I flicked the fob and the gate opened and the garage door was fully open by the time I reached the garage.

As I entered the house I ran into Suzie. I told her I was going to be gone for awhile, but that I would be sending someone over to watch over the place. They were to assume that any instructions given were from me. She acknowledged my request and let me know everything would be as requested. I went up to my bedroom and got out the Ives St. Laurent luggage and packed. I was just carrying them down when Joe came in and took the cases from me.

"That's my job, sir. At least for as long as I'm able. I'll put these in the car. Just tell me which one you are taking. Also, do you have an itinerary that you could leave with us, just in case?"

"If there is any problem, the person I'm sending will be able to take care of it. I've contacted my attorney and everything is set. I don't know how long I'll be gone. Just don't worry. I can take care of myself and you will still have someone to watch out for." I replied with a smile.

Joe hurried the bags out to the Tesla, as I indicated. When he returned I called Betty, Suzie and Joe together. I gave them last minute instructions and told them to take the afternoon off. I told them again not to worry about me. I said I'd be fine and would be back when I could. I shook Joe's hand, and when I went to shake Suzie's she uncharacteristically leaned in and kissed my cheek. Not to be outdone, Betty reached over, and gave me a full frontal kiss, telling me to hurry back. I didn't argue.

I waved as I drove out the driveway. I took the standard route and I was back at the old house. I put the Tesla on the charger in the garage and locked it up. Entering through the back door, I checked to make sure nothing was out of place. Last week I'd had ADT fix up the new place. I'd given David the key to here and he'd installed the alarm package here too. I asked for the same alarm code so I wouldn't need to remember two. I set the alarm and went in, kicked off my shoes, stripped naked and lay down on the bed. I had the wallet in my hand. Clearing my mind, I began.

First, the interior of the house got a complete makeover. The floor space inside the house just happened to be greater than the exterior dimensions. Next was wardrobe. A completely new wardrobe was created and placed in the new walk in closet. The usual stuff went into the new Walnut dressers lining the wall. Once I was done with all the changes I'd planned, I took a short nap.

Later when I woke up I felt wonderfully refreshed. I saw her in the mirror for the first time. She wall and willowy, with a slim waist between her womanly chest and spreading hips. They used to describe it as an hourglass figure. Hers was indeed an hourglass. My assessment had her chest as a 34C, her waist as a 22 and her hips were 38 inches around. She turned as I watched the mirror. Her abdomen was flat and her skin was tight. She continued to turn. The ass I saw was exquisite. If there is any such thing as a perfect ass, I'd have to say it was hers.

As I continued to watch, she took up a reclining posture on the bed, propped up by the bounteous pillows scattered around the king sized bed. She stroked her body like I've seen adoring pet owners stroke their precious pets. Her hand slid up and down her torso like Rachmaninoff playing a glissando on a Steinway. Her hand encircled one of those magnificent breasts. It followed the circle of her dark areola. Her touch caused the skin to pucker and the nipple to stand tall. She pulled a little on it, giving it just the slightest little tweak as she did. She shuddered in response.

She lay down further on the bed, releasing her other arm, making it available to join in the play. Her fingers lightly glided over her skin. I could see the reaction as goose bumps rose on chest and arms. Both nipples were engorged with blood and sticking out from her breasts, painfully erect. As her fingers played across them a moan escaped from her throat. Her left hand descended as her right continued to stimulate those glorious nipples.

Her close cropped blonde pubic hair was moist with her excitement. She ran her finger up and down her crease. She was secreting enough fluid to make the entire area slick. She changed her angle of attack and captured her clitoris between two fingers. Her hand began vibrating and her moaning became louder and louder. Her excitement was growing. Her left hand began exploring the forbidden zone. She entered her pussy with two fingers and stimulated the rough spot inside. Two wasn't enough so a third joined the first two. That was working. As she played with her nipples, the connection between them and her vagina sizzled. Something snapped and her first orgasm hit. She drove through the pleasure and kept up the stimulation. Within moments, she was coming again. More of her fluids were expelled from her cunt. She used her nails to assist in the stimulation.

Moving forward, so as to see her reflection from the overhead mirror, I watched in fascination as she became extremely turned on. Blood began to surface and soon her entire well endowed chest was flushed red. Her moaning had changed to verbalizing. "Yes, Oh God, yes. That is sooooo good! Oh damn that's good. Yes, Yes, Yes"

Just then she came again and a stream of clear fluid squirted from her vagina. Several time great quantities of the stuff flew out of her love box. She convulsed as the orgasm hit her like a tsunami. She brought her hand to her mouth and licked the clear fluid from her fingers. She dipped into the fluid again and again. I licked the cum from her fingers and she shuddered. Standing now, in front of the mirror, her body turned around and around as I gazed at it in the reflection. My hands stroked the skin as goose flesh again rose. Realization entered my mind. I stood there looking at her in the mirror, looking at me in the mirror. I was alone in the room.

I had done it. My wish was to change the circumstance of my birth. I now had been born female. I had just played with my clit and pussy until I orgasmed. I am a squirter. When I cum hard, I ejaculate girl juice with such a force that it flies across the room. My skin is smooth and my pores are small. I have perfect vision and my hearing is excellent. I am most proud of my body. I've kept it up well. My breasts sit high on my chest. Oh, there is a little sag because of their overall weight. The areolas are dark brown and my nipples love to be played with. They face straight forward and point the way as I enter the bathroom.

As I look at myself in the clarity of the bathroom light, I find I am looking at an extremely gorgeous woman. I would have been beautiful as a woman. I'd just had my first experience with sex as a female. Greatly different than what a man feels. I liked it, it was very exciting. I softly padded back into the bedroom and picked up the wallet one more time. I made another wish. "I want a picture of me taken 2 minutes ago, as I would be if I had been born a woman. I want to have all the memories of a woman who was married for a short time and then lost her husband in a horrible accident. The lawsuit after would provide for her in a comfortable lifestyle for the rest of her life. She lives here in this house. Her memories make her a female in actions, thoughts and deeds. She had a good number of friends and lovers, both male and female. She has recently begun exploring her sexuality for the first time since her sweetheart died. She will continue to explore her sexuality for the next two weeks. She is about four days past the end of her cycle. After that time, when she is asleep in the house overnight, she will change back to her male self. She will not remember being male while she is in female form, but when she returns to her natural state she will remember all. Most importantly, she will always remember about the wallet and its power. She will guard and protect it with her very being. She knows about the Tesla, the alarm system and believes she had a brother in Highland Park. She frequently goes over there for extended stays."

I pulled the picture out and looked at it. Darn I'm a mighty fine woman. And I'm still horny. I only came twice just now but I need something more. I need to go over to the adult store and get me one of those big dildos like I see on my computer. That would be just the thing to scratch my itch. Now that I'm over Billy, I need to get on with it. I think I'll head over to the Roadhouse and see if that waitress Carol is working. I remember how she couldn't keep her eyes off me last week. I had on the cute blue scoop neck blouse with the white lace trim. It really shows off my cleavage when I have on the blue Frederick's demi bra. That's what I'll wear, along with the blue Daisy Dukes. I'll be her personal wet dream dressed like that. I hope she wants me as much as I want her. Maybe she jilled off thinking about me like I just did with her. Ooo, I've got to quit thinking so much about that, I'm starting to get wet again.

I got out the bra and a cute little pair of lace boy cut panties. I forced my breasts into the bra. The way it was put together along with my shape, two round globes projected from my chest. Not bad for an old broad, I thought. I put on my tiny boy cut panties and pulled up the Daisy Dukes. They were a perfect fit, just a little tight to accent my ass but not so much as to give me one of those gross "camel-toes" I've seen. How any man can think that's sexy is beyond me. Wouldn't he rather like a nice lace panty or even a pretty pussy instead? Oh well. Let's see about the makeup.

I went in the bathroom and opened my makeup drawer. Since I go light on the makeup, it wouldn't take too much time. I chose a light blue eye shadow, with a very pale blue eyeliner. I used my waterproof Cover Girl mascara to fill out my eyelashes. Fortunately my eyebrows are darker than my blonde hair so I decided to forgo the eyebrow pencil. I have very good skin so I use just a touch of foundation and powder. A light dusting of blush along my high cheekbones is the most alluring for me. I topped it off with a beautiful shade of Maybelline lip gloss. My full pouty lips are one of several features that both men and women adore. Once satisfied, I carefully pulled on the blouse. It fit tight against my lithe frame, hugging my every curve. I looked in the mirror. Girl, I'm hot! Ooops, my nipples were extended again and poking forward. I could see the protrusions on the blouse. I ran the hairbrush through my pageboy-pixie haircut. It's so easy to take care of and looks good at a moment's notice.

I picked up my purse and checked the insides. Everything I'd need was there, keys, wallet, identification, XD-9 sub compact in the secret slit compartment, concealed carry permit, Mace, and a 50,000 Volt stun gun. I'd never have to go through the terror like I'd been through two years ago. The next time, I'd just take the scum out. I was lucky the cop car drove by when it did. If I ever see those two again...

I figured I should leave it alone or I'd be no good the rest of the day. So I did. Instead I put on a happy face, smiled and made my way to the garage. I opened it up, got in my nice silver Tesla roadster and drove over to the Roadhouse. It was after lunch rush when I got there and Carol brightened when she saw me come in. She made a B-line to the front and intercepted me as the hostess was about to seat me on the other side of the restaurant from Carol.

"Uh-uh," Carol exclaimed, "This one's mine. You can seat the next two MEN over at the bimbo's station. She'll just dangle those plastic tits in their faces and they'll drool over them. They'll give her a big tip and all she'll give them is a case of blue balls."

She took my hand gently and urged me to follow her to a secluded table in the back of her section. I followed her without resistance. My panties were getting wet. I looked down and the girls were pointing the way for me. I didn't need to follow the yellow brick road. I carried direction finders with me at all time. My direction finders were telling me I needed to make love to Carol. As she seated me, I noticed her intention, or rather intentions. Her nipples were distended even more than my own. Her body was blocking the view of the rest of the restaurant so I took a chance. I gently reached up and rubbed my palm across her nipples. She closed her eyes and groaned. Her knees buckled and she jerked back up.

"Can you join me" I asked coyly.

"Oh sweetheart, you don't know how much I want to join you. But I have another hour on this shift." She responded plaintively.

"Well," I said "Why don't I eat, and you can serve me. Then we can go over to my place and you can eat and I can serve you?"

She got what Billy used to call a "shit eatin' grin" on her face and readily accepted the invitation. She looked around and made sure no one was looking. Then she leaned over and gently connected her lips to mine. A chill ran up and down my spine. Her tongue ran across my lips and I parted them to allow her access. The kiss had to be quick, but it was so full of promise. The butterflies fluttered in the pit of my stomach and I'm not sure but I think I experienced a small orgasm right at the end of the kiss. My panties got even wetter and I was beginning to fear the dampness would show on the Daisy Dukes.

I ordered the chicken fried steak, soup of the day (broccoli and cheese), the garden salad with Catalina dressing, and a Sprite no ice. She stopped back over by the table every chance she got. Once, while I was eating she came close to me. I surreptitiously slid my hand up under her skirt and fingered the gusset of her panties as they covered her moist channel. I stroked my finger along the crease and she visibly shuddered. I felt a new dampness as I continued eating as if nothing was happening. I could smell her excitement, which in turn excited me. My nipples were as hard as nails and were straining the fabric of the demi bra and blouse. I quit the torture I was doing to Carol and asked her if she could hurry. She said I was her only customer at the moment and that she was going to cash out this minute. I handed her a twenty and made it to my feet. I was at the front door and it only took Carol two minutes to join me. I told her to follow me and she agreed. We didn't kiss out in place sight, so we wasted no time in getting back to my house.

She pulled her '09 Lexus into the garage next to the Tesla. I closed the garage door and took her hand and lead her to the house. We entered and I reset the alarm. Everything was locked up tight and we literally fell into each other's arms. I'd never kissed as sweet a pair of lips as Carol's. Gentle at first, our passion grew. We skipped the couch and went directly to the bedroom. I turned on the Bose and put the Touch in. Using the remote I turned on my album of romance selections. I have about ten hours of romantic mood and love making music on it and I started at the beginning.

She quickly became the aggressor. She pulled me to her, our breasts smashing against each other. Her tongue invaded my mouth once more and we kissed again. This time it was my turn to go weak in the knees. As we kissed her hand came up in front and she slowly started fondling my chest. I reciprocated by unbuttoning her blouse. We broke the kiss and I attacked her neck and clavicle area, sucking lightly, causing a reddening but not making any hickeys. This caused her the shudder with anticipation. I fingered her nipples through her blouse as I unbuttoned. I released the last button and pulled it back over her shoulders and pulled it down her arms. She surrendered the garment and I saw her industrial strength bra. It hid her assets well. The five hooks in back strained with the job. It took two hands to open it, but I managed. I slowly pealed the beige full cup brassier from her heavenly body. I noted the tag as I removed it, 40G. It had super wide shoulder straps but still her shoulders exhibited the effects of the weight of her tits. There were strap marks where the super bra had been held up.

Her breasts were a marvel. Still firm, they had not suffered too terribly much from the ravages of time and gravity. Yes they did sag a bit from the weight when released. But they were full and round as they sat on her chest. The large areolas were almost 4 inches across and each one had a rigid nipple centered in it. I couldn't help myself. I leaned over and suckled the closest one into my mouth. I sucked on the flesh of the areola as I used my tongue to flick the hard nub of her nipple. While I was doing this, my other hand was not idle. It was busy unbuttoning Carol's skirt. The last retaining device fell and the skirt tumbled to the floor, a useless discard in our game. I was surprise what I found next. I hadn't felt it when I played with her at the restaurant. She was wearing a garter belt and stockings. Slowly I pulled the silky stockings from her legs revealing her velvety soft skin to my touch.

My goddess stood before me, fully exposed in the light of the bedroom. She swayed slightly to the music as I touched her skin lightly with my fingertips. Slowly I moved around her as she stood, eyes closed, feasting on the sensations of my touch combined with the erotic touch of my fingers. Her fingers joined in the dance as she touched herself. More than anyone else, she knows the spots that get her motor running. The combination of touching with the music definitely was heating up the room. I stopped touching and stood up. Carol moved in close and sensuously kissed my lips as her hands busied themselves with my Daisy Dukes. She got them open and over my generous hips without breaking the kiss. She let them fall to the floor and I stepped out of them. Pulling me in, her arms extended around my body. Her hands insinuated themselves under my panties, cupping my cheeks. Gently she squeezed each one as our kisses continued to fuel our passion. Before I knew it my panties were sliding down my legs.

There I stood, naked from the waist down, before a Venus de Milo. Her creamy skin was soft and smooth. There were faint stretch marks on her abdomen. It was evidence of her son and daughter visible to me as we stood. I did not consider it a flaw, but rather a tribute to her love. I stood there holding hands with her as I took in her beauty. She relaxed her grip and began to lift my blouse. She purposely dragged her nails lightly across my sides as she slid the fabric skyward. I extended my arms high to assist with the removal of my garment. Once she has it off, she carefully folded it and placed it on the dresser. An instant later she was rubbing her palms over the top of my bra, stimulating my nipples underneath. She knew right where to go because my nipples were rock hard. As we kissed once more, she released the hook and slid the bra from my body. A shiver of excitement ran through me as bare skin made contact with bare skin.

The soul wrenching kiss went on for an eternity. Our tongues caressed each other in an erotic dance within our lips. The fingers of my hand entwined with hers. I caressed her hair as her other hand stroked my back, causing shivers to flow from my center. I cradled her head in my hands and kissed her for all I was worth. I felt warm juices flowing down my legs as we stood. As I moved close in, I felt her liquids flowing down her legs as well. With unspoken unanimous consent, we moved over and climbed into the center of the King size bed. Gently, she pushed me down on my back and got on top of me. She began to kiss my body, worshiping it with her lips. She began by kissing and sucking around me breasts, but she reserved the nipples for later. I tried to move my torso so she would suck a nipple, but for now she refused.

She moved lower on my body, paying attention to every inch of my abdomen and sides. She moved closer to my sex, but just when I expected her to taste me, she bypassed the Promised Land and continued moving down my leg. I was beside myself with desire. She ascended the other leg. The slowness of movement was driving me crazy. I could wait no longer. I reached down and pulled her up. She latched on to my pussy and began with her tongue. Oh my God she was good! She dove in full throttle. I couldn't hold my hips still. Then it happened. She grasped my clit with her lips and flicked. At the same time she inserted he index finger in my pussy and began stroking my G spot. I came unglued. And then I exploded in orgasmic bliss. I continued to cum for an undetermined length of time. She reached up and twisted a nipple and my senses were heightened. There was a direct connection between the two pleasure centers of my body. My vagina contracted each time my nipples were pulled or tweaked. Once I had orgasmed just by having my nipples manipulated, without having any contact with my cunt. After an extended period of multiple orgasms, Carol held me as I came down.

Then it was my turn. I gave as well as I got. Carol was screaming out her orgasms as I played her body like a Stradivarius. We were making the music of love. It was late before we finally collapsed, spent from our lovemaking. I asked her to stay the night. She gave no argument, snuggling up close to me. Our breasts mashed together as I lay up against her. My top arm lazily draped over her torso. I casually circled her breast with my fingers. Her outside hand snaked down to her lower lips and she scooped up some of her fluid that had pooled there. She brought her hand up and I hungrily lapped her fingers clean. Her taste was sweeter than my own. I could really get used to it.

We spent the next day exploring each other more. Granted we did take time out to eat food to sustain our bodies, but we spent the entire day, Carol's day off, together making beautiful Sapphic love. We also made plans for the weekend. Carol was off both Saturday and Sunday and she was going to hook us up with a couple of studs. When she told me that after getting off the phone, I had a spontaneous orgasm right then. I could hardly wait. Carol gave me all the information about our double date before she went home. She needed to get new clothes and her shift started at 7 am. After she left, I got into the shower and let the water pulse all over until the water ran cold. I toweled off feeling refreshed. I changed the sheets on the bed and climbed in. Turning off the lights, I headed for dreamland.

Early the next morning I got up and got dressed and ate a light breakfast. I ran a brush through my hair and put a bit of gloss on my lips. Then I picked up my purse and the Tesla key and headed out to do a little shopping. I also decided to go visit my brother. We tell each other everything and I just had to tell him about ending my celibacy. It would get to him if I gave him all the juicy details. I bet he'd get a hard on just like that. I know he'd gotten them watching me swim in his pool. Especially that time when we were chasing around the pool and I dove in just as he grabbed me and my top came off in his hands. I enjoyed climbing out of the pool semi nude and stomping over to him with a scowl on my face, pretending I was mad. My nipples were so hard and my cunt was juicing up as I eyed his package in his trunks. He was tenting them nicely and for two cents I would have...

I shook the thought out of my head. I'd given him plenty of times to take advantage of my body and he always turned away. Oh well. I'll just have to be like President Jimmy Carter, the one term Democrat from Georgia who came after Ford and was before President Reagan and 'Lust after him in my heart'. Just remembering the event got me started lubricating my pussy. I slid into the Tesla and turned on the key. Quietly I accelerated quickly down the road. I decided to shop at Highland Park Village shopping center near my brother's house. About a half hour later I pulled into the mall and up to the valet parking.

"Please put it in a safe place. It's ok it you show off a little, but keep it safe, ok?' I said to the young man as I leaned over him, my breasts swinging free under my silk blouse, capturing his attention.

Momentarily dazed by the large quantity of my soft flesh in his proximity, he finally shook his head and answered. "Yes miss, I'll take real good care of it for you. No one will be able to get near it. I have a special place that is protected from any other vehicle."

He eased the car out and was gone. Two minutes later he returned and asked if I wanted to take the key or leave it with him. I decided to leave it, just in case he needed to move it. I walked down to the Ralph Lauren store and picked up some things. Then it was over to the Diane von Furstenberg store. I stopped at a few of the other stores, but finally decided I was done here. Next stop was Macy's at the Highland Park Mall. It wasn't crowded today so I managed the shopping in another hour.

I was soon on my way over to my brother's new place. I was sooo happy for him when he won the lottery. Of course, his buying me the Tesla was a nice gift, too. His house is simply spectacular. He gave me a gate/garage key so I let myself in. I parked by the garage and lightly skipped up to the back door. I rang the bell and waited. Suzie opened the door. She was surprised to see me. I looked at her quizzically and she noticed.

"Didn't your brother tell you? He went on a business trip and won't be back for a couple of weeks. Your room is made up and you are welcome to stay."

"No, I just came by to see my big bro. If he's gone, I guess I'll have to wait. But I also want to tell you that you are doing a great job here with my brother. He's calmed down quite a bit from when we were younger. I think part of it is your influence on him. Thank you." I said.

"We just show him respect and provide a home for him. We all like working for him, he is super!"

We hugged and I left. I couldn't think of anything else to do so I headed home. Saturday night was club night for me, so I headed home. I stopped at the Valero station and picked up a Green sheet and the Club Guide along with my usual double six packs of Sprite. I cruised down Walnut Hill and turned down my street. Traffic was light to I didn't have to wait to make the turn. I pulled in to the garage and hit the remote to lock it in. I thumbed the door security pad and unlocked the door. Once inside I thumbed the inside pad and the light on the panel switched from open to armed. I felt safe enough. I dropped the keys in the brandy snifter on the table by the door and took my packages to the bedroom. Four new silk blouses, three skirts and a suit from Ralph Lauren, new bras from Macy's, shoes from Sears and a new pair of the most precious earrings (unicorns) from a kiosk in the Mall.

I filled the tub in the hall bath with lots of bubbles and hot, hot water. I stripped naked and looked at my body. I was holding up pretty good. My breasts are still high on my chest, with only a little bit of sag. I don't think I'd pass the pencil test. My areolas are about the same size as my finger to thumb circle. I love my nipples. They are so responsive. I love the way they get all hard when I get excited and how they seem to be linked to down below. I went and slipped into the tub. The hot bubbles were marvelous and I relaxed totally in the luxury of the bath. I didn't stay so long that I turned into a prune, but I really didn't want to get out. I've found that all good things come to an end sometime, and I got out of the tub. I went across the hall and turned on the shower. I rinsed off and washed my hair. I spent the next hour getting ready. I inspected my handiwork critically as my makeup progressed. I wanted it to be perfect today. Satisfied at last, I left the bathroom and laid down on the bed, pulling the Greensheet and the Guide over to me.

Half an hour later I found the place I wanted to visit. My next quest was to pick out the perfect outfit. Underwear was easy. The new tangerine lace bra and garter set is tonight for sure. Next I got out the new stockings with the seams. Surprisingly enough, they are making a comeback. I put them on and they felt silky against my skin. Next were the new black silk blouse and the matching skirt. I picked out a white lace scarf to accent at the hips. My jewelry consisted of my Aggie ring on my right hand, a single gold bangle on my left wrist, my favorite necklace, a large black pearl, and my new unicorn earrings. I topped it off with my black stiletto heels with the calf laces. When I was finished I checked myself out in the full length mirror. Like my brother used to say, I clean up nicely. I took my hideout purse and slipped the XD-9 sub compact in the concealed holster. With the ten round clip and one in the chute, I was ready for any mishap. License and makeup for touchup was next. I was ready to go. Next stop, Lower Greenville Avenue.



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Chapter 6

Lower Greenville Avenue. Zubar was my destination. I found it with little trouble and the bouncer let me park up close. I slipped him half a hundred to keep a close eye on it and told him the other half was his when I left. The place wasn't crowded yet, so I stopped at the bar and got a frozen margarita with lots of salt. I wandered over to a comfortable looking chair and made myself at home. It was in a corner along with some low tables and a couch.

A tall, copper-mane young woman glided gracefully over to the couch to join a petite, raven haired beauty. Both were dressed for success and they exuded confidence as they sat close to me. I surreptitiously watched their interactions. The redhead sat relaxed on the couch with her arm across the back and the other woman slid over to be encircled by the arm. The smaller woman had her hand on the other woman's leg and was gently stroking the material of her skirt. The waitress came by and brought me my food order and placed it on the low table between the couch and my chair.

The taller woman with the copper colored hair had been watching me. She took the opportunity to talk to me about the food after the waitress left. I realized she was looking for any opportunity to break the ice and I was very willing to use the chance to become acquainted with these two. By the time I was on my second marguerita, I was seated between the two, chatting like we were lifelong friends.

Denise is the tall redhead and Debbie is black haired. They are both beautiful and I felt quite at home with them. Denise still had her arm across the back of the couch only now she was gently stroking her hand across my shoulders and neck. Her touch was exciting.

Not to be outdone, Debbie had transferred her attention to me also. Her hand was stroking my leg as we talked. I was getting turned on by the attention of these two. The DJ started up a slow set and Denise stood, holding her hand out to me. Looking at the floor, there were several other couples dancing, several pairs of women and one male couple. I accepted her hand and she assisted me in rising. She continued to hold my hand as she lead me to the dance floor. Just as we got there, the lights dimmed and the mirror ball was engaged. She pulled me in close and I knew she was going to lead this dance.

She was a divine dancer. I'd never been lead around the dance floor with such expertise before. She held me close. She was tall enough that her breasts rode comfortably on top of mine. Or maybe it was I was short enough. I'm not going to quibble. Whichever it was, it was very erotic to be looking at her high full breast as I rested my head against the front of her shoulder. My hands began to wander across her back. I noticed several of the other women dancers were openly kissing as they danced to the romantic music. I tipped up my head and Denise took the hint. Her lips touched mine and electricity flowed between us. Her kiss curled my toes. She stroked her tongue across my lips and I immediately opened my mouth to allow access. The dance ended all too soon and she escorted me off the floor.

As we got to the couch, Debbie rose and grabbed my hand, turned me around and marched me back to the floor. She put both arms around my waist and pulled me into her. We are almost the same height and our breasts mashed together. She is not quite as well endowed as I am and I found just a little shift sideways made for a more comfortable embrace. She didn't waste any time and before I knew it we were also kissing as we danced. I was really turned on and I initiated tongue contact. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and we did a miniature sword fight with our respective weapons. By the time we came up for air the music was ending and all my nerve endings were tingling with excitement. I was leaking and could feel a trickle down my leg. I suggested we go to the ladies room first before returning to the couch.

Debbie agreed and we found the Ladies Room spacious and well appointed. I went to the handicap stall and found it locked.

"Sorry, occupied" came a voice from within.

"It's going to be just a little while longer" came another voice. The words were punctuated with little oohs and hard breathing. I took the stall at the other end and just as I was closing the door, Debbie joined me. She locked the door and embraced me again. Once she captured my lips, her hands started roaming. She slid her small hand over the smooth silk of my blouse. She cupped my left breast with her hand and gently squeezed. Then her hand traveled lower and she slid it up my skirt. She was feeling my leg as we kissed and I shifted the leg a bit so she could reach higher.

I inwardly grinned when she reach the top of my leg and discovered I was commando. Her probing fingers easily accessed my vagina and she used her thumb to quickly bring me off. Then she rolled off some tissue and dried my private areas for me.

"I though you might need to take the edge off a little. Lets go back and see what trouble my sister has gotten into while we were gone."

"Sister" I asked with a surprise tone in my voice. "I thought you two were lovers."

"We are" she replied with a laugh and a smile. "We are and that's that. We just happen to be lovers who are also sisters. Does that shock you?"

"Well, maybe just a little. But it also seems to be a turn on, too."

"Let's get back out there before Denise gets in trouble. She has a tendency to attract the wrong kind of woman if I'm not there. Besides, she's really interested in you and I think we could easily make a threesome a little later, if you know what I mean."

Oh, indeed I did know what she meant. I was ready to leave with one or both of them right now. My libido was running on premium and I was hot to trot. We left the restroom and stopped by the bar to tell the barmaid we wanted another round at the brown sofa. She nodded to us, indicating she'd heard and we continued to the couch.

Debbie sat on Denise's lap and kissed her soundly, lightly caressing Denise's breast as she tongued her sister. Denise played with Debbie's delicious ass as the stretched fabric of her skirt revealed the lines of her garter belt. There was no evidence of any panty. Debbie had dressed like I had. Interesting. When they broke their kiss, Debbie leaned over and kissed me gently. Then Denise followed suit. Debbie nodded to Denise's unasked question and said

"We'd like you to come over to our place where we can get more comfortable. Would you like that?"

"Definitely! I'm ready right now if you want." I hope I didn't sound overanxious, even though I might have been.

"Not just yet." Debbie explained. "Our order of drinks haven't arrived yet and Denise ordered some more food. Let's stay and dance some more and leave in about an hour. Oh, do you have to work tomorrow or anything?"

"No, I'm good. And I think I'd like a little more food myself. I forgot to eat before coming here and I am still a bit hungry."

We spent the next hour getting to know each other better. I explained to them about my brother's good fortune and the allowance he set up for me so I didn't have to work. Denise told me she was executive assistant to John Gabbart of Gabbart Oil. He was semi retired now and she basically set her own hours. Debbie said she was a stay at home mom and she dabbled in Internet stock trading and futures. Her portfolio was at 1.4 mil and providing enough monthly income to reinvest plus take care of the household expenses. They owned one of the new lofts on Mockingbird Lane.

Shortly after nine Denise indicated we should go. She whispered something to Debbie and indicated a tall blond in a blue satin one sleeve open shouldered minidress that had entered a few minutes earlier. The dress fit her like a glove and even showed the outline of her areolas with the center nub poking out. Debbie nodded once and stood, pulling me with her. She immediately put her arm around my waist and pulled me close. We walked as if joined at the hip Siamese Twins toward the door. The blond noticed her and started towards us. Denise positioned her larger frame between Debbie and me and the other woman. When she saw Denise, the other woman stopped and turned back towards the table she'd just left.

"What was that all about" I inquired.

"Some bad memories, a botched romance, you name it." Came the reply from Debbie.

I just nodded in understanding. I'd had my share of bad romances, with both male and female. We agreed that Debbie would join me in my Tesla and Denise would drive their car. We turned out onto Greenville Avenue and headed for Mockingbird Lane. About twenty minutes later we were parked in assigned parking. Debbie had informed the guard of my status and indicated I might be staying overnight. I was handed a pass to put on the windshield. Debbie showed me where to park. Denise was right behind me and pulled in to the spot beside me. We put the top up on the Tesla and locked her up tight.

The parking garage was under the structure of the lofts, so all we needed to do was move over to the elevators for the ride up. As we waited, we heard a noise to the left. Someone was partially hidden in the darkness of the far corner of the garage.

"Who's there" Denise called out. "What do you want?"

I could hear the fear in her voice. Once he'd been spotted, he no longer felt a need to remain hidden. The big man came out from his hiding place. He carried a baseball bat in his right hand. I thought I saw the glint of a knife in his left, but couldn't be sure.

"I'll take the keys to that convertible, lady. And then the three of you can get undressed. I haven't had any good pussy in awhile and you three volunteered to help me out." He said with a sneer.

He got to within 25 feet before I removed the XD-9 from my concealed holster/purse. I took told the others to get behind me and I took my shooting stance. "Stop right there and disarm yourself. I'm a marksman and I don't miss. Do as I say if you want to live." I recognized him from the sketch artist's rendering of a serial rapist/murderer wanted by the FBI that I saw on Most Wanted. He stopped under a light and I got a real good look at him. I was sure he was the one I saw on TV.

"You think you can scare me with that little peashooter. Shit, I'm not scared of that, or you. You'll probably start pissing your panties any time now." His sneer was gone and was replaced by a face that was pure evil.

"If you want to find out, just take that next step. It'll be justifiable homicide. We were in fear for our lives and you are wanted in connection with 17 rapes and 3 rape/murders. There's a $100,000 reward out for you and I'm going to collect it." I answered his threat with my own. I had taken the time to be sure of where I was aiming, too. He just didn't know, he couldn't know what I planned to do.

He made up his mind. He took a step towards us. My sub compact 9mm auto pumped out its first bullet an instant later. It was aimed to take out his equipment. The bullet smashed through his cock and testicles. The second one went through his groin a little higher. I let the natural lift of the gun walk up his body as I pumped six shots into him, ending with one parting his eyebrows and giving him a third eye. All this occurred within the space of a little more than three seconds.

I calmly dropped out the clip, unchambered the round in the chute and set the gun down on the hood of the car parked there and pulled out my cell. 911.

Less than 5 minutes later the police were there, three cars and a lieutenant. The coroner was there, too. I had pulled out my licenses, driving and concealed carry. I had also used my iPhone to bring up the FBI wanted poster on the scumbag. His was a dead or alive poster and I don't think the cops would give me any trouble. There were two other witnesses also. One of the other loft owners and his girl had pulled in before us but had stayed in their car. They saw and heard the same thing as Debbie and Denise. The best part of that was, he is a senior ADA (assistant District Attorney). All in all, it was just a little after 10 when they let us go inside. My XD-9 was returned to me when the FBI showed up. Yes, I had phoned them too. They had taken over the investigation and the SAC personally handed me back my weapon. After all, there was no question I was the shooter. He said he'd contact me Monday about the reward. I thanked him for everything and escorted Debbie and Denise to the elevator.

Once inside their loft, Debbie and Denise showered hugs and kisses on me. Their thanks was overwhelming. They had been so afraid when he came towards us. For a while down there, I had two hysterical women to try to calm down. Now they were filled with gratitude. I reminded them that they would still be at Zubar's if we hadn't left when we did and they probably would never have seen or heard from the guy. They took comfort in that.

Denise was the one who started making the first moves. She was behind me as she rubbed her hands all along my body and arms. She extended her arms around and stroked my front too. She stopped at my breasts to play with my nipples, which had gotten hard and were protruding through the lace of my bra. Debbie had unbuttoned her blouse and unclipped her front catch bra. She took my hands and used them to cup and fondle her nice B cup titties. Her nipples were similar to my own. Dark areola surrounded a sharp, pointed nipple that dug into my palm as I caressed her breasts.

While I continued to play, Denise continued her assault on my body. I felt her bend down a little so she could reach under my skirt. A minute later she discovered what Debbie had found out in the restroom. She began lightly stroking my nether lips with her fingers. I was providing lubrication galore.

Somehow we made it to the bedroom. The centerpiece was a gorgeous four poster Queen Anne bed made of oak. The other furniture in the room matched. The bed was king size and covered with satin sheets and a comforter. Debbie ripped the comforter off the bed and two seconds later she was laying on her back, her legs split apart and her arms outstretched to me. I eagerly joined her in nudity and climbed between her legs. She held me in a lover's embrace as our lips joined.

I noticed Denise picking up the scattered clothing and lovingly folding the discarded garments. She went into the bathroom (I assume) and dimmed the room lights as she did. A few moments later she returned. When she climbed on the bed she got in behind me and started working on my ass with her tongue and lips. In the intervening time I had managed to get Debbie worked up in such a sexual frenzy that she was about to cum. I inserted another finger into her hot box. Now I had three fingers priming the pump. Her hips were bucking involuntarily as my ministrations with my thumb on her clit drove her wild. I could feel her vagina contracting against my fingers as I worked them against the upper walls. I had to be hitting her G-spot for all the gyrations she was going through.

As she orgasmed, her juices flowed and I licked furiously to keep up. But I was in trouble because I was getting the best licking I'd ever had by Denise. This was my first experience with two hot women at the same time. Denise was licking my lips and then she'd tongue my rosebud. I was about ready myself to explode. She put her finger deep into my pussy. She wiggled it in such a way that she tickled the most sensitive parts of my vagina. I was totally in heaven. She tongued my back door and it drove me through the roof. I was building for a huge orgasm when she pulled her finger out of my cunt and steadily reamed my asshole. When she had it completely within me she wiggled it. That was all she wrote. I came in a thunderous avalanche of multiple orgasms. Time and again the contractions hit me. She continued her assault on my ass as Debbie reversed her position and took in a mouthful of my cunny.

I continued my orgasm for a time before collapsing. Debbie extricated herself from me and Denise removed her finger. There was a wash basin and washcloth on the stand beside the table where Denise washed her hands. Debbie hugged her body to me and Denise lay on the opposite side. We made a Little Debbie sandwich. (chuckle)

"My God!" I said "I've never come that long or that hard before. Thank you."

"We're not done yet. We'll just rest for a moment and then, round two." Denise said smiling at me as she kissed Debbie's neck and ear. Debbie turned her head and accepted Denise's kisses. I pulled in close, wanting the same. Both sisters complied with the unspoken request as they took turns with me. As things warmed up, Debbie pushed me over onto my back. I spread my legs apart but she continued to the other side. She was paying a lot of attention to my breast and nipple, which was getting my blood going. It would be at a boil soon, if she continued. Denise got between my legs and her talented tongue began working on my clitoris and labia. Damn she was good, too.

She licked me from stem to stern and back again. I was managing little orgasms on a continual basis. After a time they were running into each other, and I couldn't tell when one ended and the next began. About that time Denise began to move higher on my body, her larger breasts and distended nipples dragging along my skin as Debbie continued manipulating by clit. Denise raised herself up over me and the next thing I knew, a cock was being pushed into my waiting, dripping cunt. It was big and felt soo good. I hadn't seen her put on a dildo, but I was being fucked by this beautiful redhead. In and out she stroked, slow, fast, circular motion and straight. My orgasm was building. Faster and harder she stroked the cock in me. Debbie continued her lingual assault on my nipples. The one she wasn't sucking I was pulling and pinching. They are directly connected with my cunt and my orgasm was close. Suddenly, Denise shoved in deep, deeper than ever and I exploded in orgasmic bliss, over and over I came. Then I felt it. The cock in me was pulsing, spewing out hot fluid into my waiting cunt. Wow, what a dildo they had. Debbie must be pumping some sort of fluid in me.

Just then I found the fallacy of my thinking for Debbie was nipping my nubs even as another pulse came from that cock. Denise's body shook a millisecond later, the kind of shudder a man makes when he comes. She lowered her body, her razor point nipples digging into the flesh of my tits, letting me know her excitement. She held most of her weight off me as she kissed me thoroughly. As she rocked her pelvis she captured my clit on her pubic bone and stimulated me again. It took no time at all for me to come again. For the second time tonight her dildo flushed it's fluid into my waiting cunt. Spent, she finally fell off to the side. Debbie pulled me over to her immediately and I began working on her. Two minutes later I had my entire fist inside Debbie's pussy, pumping to beat the band. Debbie came, she screamed and then she fainted. They were both out.

This was my chance to see the unique dildo that Denise had used on me. She was still out so I slowly turned, kissing her body as I went until I got to her pelvis. There it was, lying against her leg. I reached to touch it and it felt warm. I ran my finger around the tip and it jerked! My eyes wide now, I took it in my hand and pulled. It didn't give. The dildo was attached to Denise's body. It wasn't a dildo, it was a penis! Denise was a male! I reached lower to find his balls. Second surprise of the night for me was there were no balls, only a vagina. Labial lips, vaginal walls and the area around were wet with feminine juices. I took a lick and decided they were her juices. I licked her cock and discoverer my taste and the distinctive taste of semen. Her semen. I continued to clean both orifices with my tongue.

A voice beside me said, "I see you've discovered our secret. Does it bother you?"

It was Debbie speaking. She had awakened and moved over to touch and fondle me as I ministered to her sister.

"No, it doesn't bother me" I replied. "Your sister is such a turn on, I can't keep my hands off her. She's still out, so will you fill me in?"

"Yes. Denise is a true functional hermaphrodite. Her testicles are located inside her body, adjacent to her ovaries. She has a low sperm count, because of her body heat, but she still can get someone pregnant. We found that out the hard way. Our daughter, Samantha is sixteen now. We didn't think she could get me pregnant, but..."

By then, Denise missed my tongue action and lifted up on one elbow. She joined in the conversation. "We started playing with each other when we were ten and eleven. We thought we were so special. At first we just kissed. Then as we matured, we played with each other. One day I was stroking Debbie with my cock and I erupted. It felt so good."

"Yes, I quickly wiped off what she squirted on me, but I was so fascinated with what had happened that I took her cock in my mouth to clean off the rest of her cum. I must have done something right because before long, she came again. I swallowed all of it. I love the taste of her cum. So lay down and let me get what's left."

Debbie gently pushed me down on the bed and took her position between my legs, scooping the juices left by my orgasms and Denise's cock. I was definitely in heaven. Denise scooted over next to me and played with my other body parts as Debbie continued.

"When I was twelve, almost 13 I got my period. Mother helped me understand what was going on and told me I must keep my sperm away from my vagina at all costs. It was possible the impregnate myself if I didn't' take care. It scared the begeezers out of me. I got a pair of boy underwear and pulled my cock through the slit when I wanted to masturbate my cock. But I found that Debbie was such a cum dog that I didn't need to. She would suck me off any time I asked. To make things fair, I got very good at eating her pussy."

"When she turned twelve I gave her a special birthday present." Denise continued. "I took her virginity and we fucked for hours. Mom and Aunt Susan had to take an emergency trip to LA for work and we stayed home alone for those four days. During that time, we must have made love at least fifty times. The first time hurt, but she quickly came around. Now, it's hard to say which way is better for her. She can have separate orgasms or simultaneous orgasms. The second type is much more intense and she usually faints during or immediately after one".

"Mnmmm" Debbie murmured as she continued eating my cunt. She was very distracting. I was having trouble following Denise's tale because of it.

"Anyway, by the time Debbie graduated from high school, we were permanent lovers. We sometimes brought another woman home to make love to, but you are the first not to freak out at my equipment. We gave up on having men over after the second try. They were so repulsed by me that they turned mean. Fortunately at the time we lived in separate apartments and our trysts were at the other place. We gave it up, moved in together and it's been peaches and cream ever since. Most people think we are a "married" lesbian couple. We are not lesbian, but bi sexual. Or would be if we could find a male that would not be turned off by my cock."

"You taste sooo good!" Debbie rejoined us reclining on my other side. She casually sucked on my nipple and the erectile tissue took exception. My nipple stood rigid and proud on my chest. "anyway, we continued the charade because it was advantageous for us to do so. When we are both horny as hell we go over to Zubar to see if was can pick up someone interesting. You were very interesting and I convinced Denise to see what would happen."

"I certainly am glad you decided on me. I think I could get hooked on you two. Now it's my turn with you. I want to try something I haven't had the courage to try before. I think I can do it now. Denise, do you have any lube. I want to feel your beautiful girl cock in my ass. It's not terrifying like the men I know. I know you would be gentle. Teach me, please?" I begged.

She said yes and she told Debbie to get out the flavored lube. She pulled me on top of her with me facing her feet. With her hands she held me over her erect cock. Debbie used the lube on my asshole and Denise's cock. Then she slowly lowered me down. Deeper and deeper I sank on her prick. Debbie was working furiously on my clit and vagina, distracting me from the pain. Soon the distraction was no longer necessary. It was starting to feel good, real good. I was sliding freely on her pole now.

Denise tugged on my shoulders, indicating I was to lay back on her. When I did this, Debbie stood up and brought her pussy to my mouth as she straddled my head. Eagerly I began to lick and slurp up her juices as she diddled her clit with one hand and twisted her nipples with the other. We were really getting into it. I was beside myself with the pleasure on Denise's hard cock in my back door and my mouth taking care of Debbie's clit. We were going great guns when I felt someone between my legs. I started to panic when Denise started whispering in my ear.

"Ssssh, easy now. Don't worry. It's finally happened and we are so grateful it's you. You are so loving and caring. That's Samantha. She's finally coming out. Please. Relax and let what happens happen. She's been so shy for so long."

I felt smallish hands on my thighs. They were softly stroking me, moving in small circular motion around my legs, abdomen and finally my mound. Gently my inflamed labia were separated and I felt a tongue tasting me. She ran her tongue along the crease between my lips and ended up on my super-sensitive nub. Denise had slowed her pace until she was just barely moving. She was moving just enough to maintain her engorgement. Debbie dismounted and sat beside us watching. I looked down and saw Samantha for the first time. She was the image of her mother, only younger. And one other thing. She had the same copper colored mane for hair like her father, Denise. Her breasts were full and high on her chest. Her areolas were the size of an Anthony dollar and her nipples were little points. Hard little points right now.

Debbie moved down to sit beside her daughter. She reached in and started stroking Samantha. It was then that I saw that Samantha, too, possessed a cock. Debbie bent forward and took her daughters penis into her mouth. Samantha's head flew back, eyes closed and her mouth hung open at the sensation. Once rigid, Debbie began to stroke Samantha's cock along my crease. I was flowing freely now and soon everything down there was well lubricated with my juice. Buckets of the stuff was pouring out of my cunt. A lot of it flowed freely to coat my asshole and Denise's cock. It allowed for easier movement and it was a boost to my pleasure.

Debbie rubbed Samantha's cock faster and faster against me. Samantha was enjoying the action, as was I. Then, unexpectedly, Debbie positioned the cock and pushed Samantha's back at the same time, forcing Samantha's cock deep into my hungry pussy. I came immediately, letting everyone within earshot know my joy. Samantha's cock pulsed as she came inside me. She remained hard and with her mother's encouragement she continued to pump in and out. I felt so full I thought I might explode. The feeling was incredible, as the girl cock in my ass rubbed against the girl cock in my pussy through the thin membrane separating the two. The pseudo-friction created by the two opposing strokes had me at the edge again. Over the top I went. Several strokes later Samantha came again. Her eyes glazed over and she started to slump. Debbie caught her and helped her down off of me. As she moved off, Denise pushed as deep as she could and emptied her sperm deep within my bowels. I came once more and was done.

Denise rolled me over and got up. She took the basin and rag and retired to the bathroom. Once she was cleaned up, she returned with the basin and used the warm washcloth to clean me, and her daughter. She kissed Samantha as a lover would, fingering the girl's clit and nipples as tongues dueled.

For the first time, Samantha spoke. "Mother that was wonderful, thank you. And mom thank you for helping me do that. I wasn't sure I could."

She addressed me "thank you so much for giving me my first time. I know it won't be my last. I'm sorry I fainted there at the end. I came both places at the same time. My cock spurted my seed as my vagina clamped down in orgasm. Thank you, thank you, thank you." She hugged me, her nipples digging into my flesh in the act. I pulled her head close and kissed her as gentle as I could.

"It was my pleasure. You gave me a couple of extremely good orgasms tonight. I will never forget that and I hope we can do this again, often."

"As often as you want, if that's alright with the mothers." She replied looking to Denise and Debbie.

They both smiled and nodded their heads in unison. "Please feel free to make love any time you wish. But please invite us to join you." Debbie said.

Denise added "Besides, it's more fun with more people."

"Oh yes it is. I just wish I could have a cock in my cunt as I come in a pussy. Mother won't you please fuck me, too?" Samantha begged.

Denise just shook her head. "We will keep searching for a suitable boy or man to take your virginity. You must have that opportunity. When that is over, then we'll talk about allowing you to make love to your mothers."

I whispered to Debbie while that exchange was going on. "I bet my brother wouldn't be bothered with you sister's cock. I bet he'd help with Samantha, too. She's a beautiful girl and deserves to get a good fuck. I just wish I could convince him to fuck me, too"

Everyone was sated and we all four slipped under the satin sheets. The sensation of the slick fabric on my skin caused my body hairs to stand on end, causing goose bumps. I wrapped my arms around Samantha and kissed her sweetly. As I did, Denise slid in close to me. She lifted my leg and slipped her semi-erect cock between them, stroking along my well used and lubricated slit. Sam's mother (she told me to call her Sam) scooted in real close to her daughter, her hand draped over her arm and shoulder, her hand cupping one of Sam's breasts. We fell asleep like this and everyone slept peacefully until morning.

When I woke, the bed was almost empty. Samantha was still asleep next to me. I traced my hand over her body, leaving a trail of gooseflesh as I went. I circled her breasts, but didn't touch her areola or nipples. They crinkled at the hint of touching, and she started thrusting her chest in the direction of my touch. She was trying to get me to touch her. Her eyes opened and she smiled at me.

"Come here, darling. Make love to me. Put your beautiful cock in my pussy and fill me with your seed." I enticed her to make love to me. It was pure bliss. She knew what to do, because she knew what things pleasured her.

We held each other as she rocked in and out. Her cock was stroking my vaginal walls perfectly. I loved the way it felt. We came together. As she was coming down from that orgasmic high, I explained that it takes an experienced lover to orgasm at the same time as her partner. We probably had just gotten lucky. She accepted the explanation. There was a short knock on the door and Debbie waltzed into the room. She was wearing a sheer pink baby doll peignoir that barely came down to her cunt lips. Her dark areolas were distinctive against the pink of her outfit. The furry fluff on the bottom hem partially hid her trimmed bush. Unlike her sister, Denise, Debbie trimmed but did not shave.

"Hey there you two. Anyone hungry?"

"I'm starved mom. I could eat a horse" Samantha exclaimed.

"No wonder," she replied "with the workout you had it's no wonder. By the way, sweetheart, how did you enjoy your first time."

Samantha blushed deep crimson. "Mother, please, you're embarrassing me. Don't ask when she's still here. At least wait until we're alone!"

"You're right honey. I'm sorry. I know I enjoyed it more than anything. Now get downstairs cause breakfast is ready and on the table. Scoot!" Debbie playfully swatted Sam's bare bottom as she crawled out of bed and sprinted toward the door. "And wash that off before you get dressed young lady."

Debbie sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me into her. We kissed and petted each other for a few moments and then she took my hand and pulled me over to the dresser. She pulled open a drawer and helped me select some lingerie to wear. Then she escorted me into the bathroom and turned on the shower for me. She waited for me to get clean. I had hoped she'd join me, but that didn't happen. Once I was finished, she took a plush white towel and dried my body for me. She helped me don the purple satin sheath. The touch of the fabric stimulated my nipples enough for them to become engorged. She grinned at that, took me by the hand and pulled me out of the bedroom and down to the kitchen.

Denise was in the kitchen cooking. She was wearing a cute flowered apron. Her cock was semi flaccid and hanging normally between her legs. I can't believe I call it normal for a beautiful woman to have a wonderful large cock growing between her legs. I say growing because it began to grow as we approached. We both noticed and we flanked Denise, our hands reaching her cock at the same time. We teased her to erection. I stroked her cock while Debbie fingered Denise's cunt. We both sucked on her breasts as we worked and inside two minutes Denise blasted a load of sperm and clamped down on Debbie's fingers in a double orgasm. We had to hold her up and help her to a chair as she temporarily passed out. "La Petite Morte" the little death. We smiled at each other and kissed as we held her in the chair. I felt a hand caress my butt. Stephanie had joined us.

We spend the morning with brunch and just general play. Around noon, I begged off after getting their phone numbers. I told them I would be in touch soon and that I had had the most wonderful time. I reaffirmed my thoughts about my brother to all three of them. Samantha became excited, wanting to know all about him. I used my special wallet to get a recent picture of him for her to have. I looked at it and my vagina clamped down for a moment. He still turns me on too, I thought. I told them he was out of town but I would make sure he called so they could meet. I kissed each of them goodbye and was on my way home.

The car was perfectly fine in the underground garage overnight. I waved to the attendant to get his attention. I handed him a twenty and asked him to split it with the night man, and told him I'd check later to make sure he'd shared. He assured me he would and I left the structure. Wheeling back out onto Mockingbird Lane, I headed home. Once inside and secure, I stripped. Most of the time while I'm home, I'm nude. My brother and I own a place north of town that is 100 acres. Most of it is wooded and we have a five-acre clearing in the center. Whenever I go there, I am nude all the time, inside or outside. We have a self-cleaning pool and everything. I love the way the water feels against my skin without a suit.

But then, when I need to wear a suit, I have a couple of Wicked Weasel suits. They show off my body perfectly. Even more so when they are wet! The yellow one goes transparent when wet. I love it! So do all the men and some of the women. Those that don't are worried I'm after their husband. No way in Hell I'd date a married man, or woman.

I checked in on my accounts. I found I'd done well last week. I moved some funds from one investment that had been loosing a little at a time. I figured it wasn't worth the trouble and switched it to my mutual fund. I was doing well there. After an hour of work, I figured I was another $5700 ahead. I cleaned up the house a bit and took a nap.



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Chapter 7


I woke up thirsty and in need of the bathroom. I got out of bed and walked into the bathroom, scratching my balls as I walked. I was standing there pissing when it came back to me. Everything I'd done and felt the last week flooded my memory. I remembered the tenderness and caressing from the women. I remembered the callousness of the serial rapist and how I felt as I took him out, permanently. I remembered the apprehensiveness Samantha had as she tentatively made love with me. I remembered the crashing continual orgasms that seemed to go on forever.

I remembered the pussy licking and the girl cock sucking. In short every thing that went on. I remembered that I really liked what had happened. Keeping that in mind, I went looking for the phone. There were two new numbers on the phone. One was listed as Denise and one was listed as Debbie. I called the first and it went immediately to voicemail. I dialed the second and I heard Samantha's voice.

"Hello, Watson residence, Samantha speaking."

"Hi Sam, how are you today?" I asked.

"Fine" she said slowly.

"So how have things been for you the last day or two? Have they gotten better for you?"

"Uhn, 'k, I guess. Say who is this?" she asked.

"You don't know me, but I know you. We can be best buddies." I said. In a conspiratorial voice I added. "I have a secret we can share."

"J-j-just a minute." She said. I think I detected a little fear in her voice. A moment later Denise's voice came on line.

"Who is this!" she demanded. "Why are you calling and what did you say to my daughter to frighten her?"

I could detect the anger in her voice. Working quickly, I responded.

"I'm sorry to have frightened Sam. She is such a wonderful girl. My sister raves about her and about you. Is this Denise or Debbie?" Of course I already knew.

"This is Denise. You say your sister told you about us?" she asked.

"Yes, and she says you are a VERY special family and that I must, absolutely must meet you and possibly get together, if you understand my drift."

"She told you ALL about us? What we di..."

She abruptly stopped. I could tell she was not willing to say anything more over the phone. I decided I could give a discrete, explicit hint as to what I knew to put her at ease.

"She said, and I quote 'I have never felt so full in all my life and I couldn't stop. It seemed like it went on forever.' Unquote."

"On my" she said, her voice softening. "You know all about us, don't you." (It was not a question) "Well then, I take it by your call you aren't one to be frightened off. I'm pretty sure I'd like to meet you and I know my sister will want to at least see you. When can we get together?"

"How about we meet at Zubar's about seven on Friday. That way, if we hit it off, like I think we will, we can have the whole weekend to REALLY get to know each other. If we don't hit it off, no harm, no foul."

"I think that will be OK" she replied. "Could you possibly bring your delicious sister along with you?"

"She's flown to Vegas for the week and won't be back until Sunday. She wanted me to get to know you without her presence. Maybe another time she will join us, if there is one that is." I'd already figured out a way for that to happen if the ladies desired it. I will hold that thought in reserve for later...

"Tell Sam I'm sorry I frightened her. I am looking forward to meeting all of you. I will see you Friday."

"Wait, before you go. How will we know you?" Denise asked.

"Easy enough. You two will be the ones sitting on the brown couch at Zubar's in the corner and I'll come to you. I already know what you look like from my sister's glowing description of you and can't wait to meet you in person."

"Alright then, it's a date. We will be waiting on the brown couch in the corner by 7 pm. Please don't be late. I'm already anxious about it."

"Don't worry. I'll be there or dead, one of the two. Bye for now"

"Goodbye" she replied. The phone connection went dead.

Well, now we'll see how the other side handles it. I really was excited about making love to the three of them. I decided I'd give the staff a trip to Vegas for the weekend, so I could bring the ladies to the big house. I think they would like it and they could relax and be nude and not worry about prying eyes or anything.

With my plan settled, I loaded my suitcases into the Tesla and got on the road. I decided to see how it managed on the road. I headed south on 35. I got to about Hillsboro when the ammeter indicated charge soon. I pulled into the motel there and took a room. I told the desk clerk I needed to recharge my car and they accommodated me with an end room that just happened to have an external electric plug. If I were charging at home I'd use the 220 charger and be topped off in about 2 hours. Using the 120V travel charger, I had to connect for 6 hours. So I put the Do Not Disturb sign hanger on the knob and locked myself in. I'd be here until tomorrow, so I decided to catch up on the sleep I missed playing with Denise, Debbie and Samantha. I didn't know how tired I was until I put my head down.

I really was tired. I looked at the clock on the side table and it was 7:15 am. So I got up, took care of my morning duties and got dressed. Since this was a LaQuinta I went over to Denny's for breakfast. I decided LaQuinta was Spanglish for "Next door to Denny's". Got a breakfast steak, eggs-scrambled, bacon, Texas toast, short stack of pancakes and a partridge in a pear tree. I flirted with Sally. That's what her nametag said anyways. Nice looking older woman, still slender with an adequate chest and really nice legs. They were muscular and well defined.

It was still slow so she took some time to talk. I found out she was a runner. That explained the body type and shape. She did distance runs and enjoyed those. She did complain that her bust was a bit large and heavy. The swayed when she ran and sometimes threw her stride off. In almost the same breath she also said there was no way she was going to give them up. They gave her a great amount of enjoyment, too.

I did my best Groucho impression and asked her if she'd like the doctor to examine them for her.

"Oh honey, I'd love to have you do that, but I don't get done here until 2 o'clock. But thank you so much. You don't know what it means to an old gal like me to have a handsome young pup like you come on to me."

She looked around a moment, then bent over and treated my lips to a morning delight. She tasted delicious and she certainly knew what to do with her tongue. My hand reached up and touched her side. She grabbed it and pressed it into the flesh of her chest. She moaned a little but then broke it off, before someone noticed.

"Wow" was all I could say. She smiled and thanked me for the compliment and continued on her rounds. I had to take the time to discretely fix my stiff predicament. I knew I wouldn't be getting out of the booth soon. Not until he decided to relax a bit. Sally looked like she'd be an adventure that I would check out later.

Finally able to get up, I paid the check, leaving a generous tip for Sally and returned to my room. I packed up the case and loaded the Tesla. I checked the ammeter/fuel gauge and I was topped off. I knew I now have at least 220 miles before needing a recharge. I jumped back on I-35 and headed south some more. I took the 4th St exit in Waco and went around and under the freeway by Baylor. I wanted to see the Texas Ranger museum. I decide to spend at least an hour there. I'd always been interested in the rangers. They had lots of neat stuff. Badges, six guns, pictures. One picture caught my eye. There was a tall ranger standing in the street. Behind him the building had a sign that said Dr. Pepper. He was wearing a double rig setup and was carrying what looked to be a Winchester '73 rifle. The label under the picture read Waite Phillips, Ranger circa 1875 Central Texas Division. I had an idea that I filed away for later. I continued viewing the rest of the museum and then on a whim, decided to see the Dr. Pepper museum over on 5th St. It was fun and I still don't like Dr. Pepper. I know it seems un-Texan, but I don't like it. Tastes like carbonated prune juice to me.

I noticed a billboard by the freeway that there was a horse show at the HOT Coliseum so I drove over to see what's going on. Entrance fee was $10.00 so I paid and went in. Spent an interesting afternoon watching dressage. The program announced a rodeo that evening. I decided to stay to see if there were any 8-second riders for the bulls. I ate at the concession stand. Greasy burgers, hot dogs, nachos with jalapeños, French fries, Fried dill pickles, just about anything a junk food junkie could stomach. I enjoyed myself. Stuffed is a word that comes to mind. But I don't see how the average Joe could enjoy with the prices they charges. It bordered on ridiculous. Still, it didn't stop me from enjoying the food. I had a good seat, mostly. Behind me were some high school students. They must be skipping from Waco High School, which is right next door. I bet they don't have tickets, either. I'd speak to the usher on my next food run.

I did go for more food, and mentioned the kids to the usher. When I got served and was returning, I noticed the students being escorted out by the deputy and the usher. Now I could enjoy the show. I watched in fascination the jumping competition. I'd not experienced such grace and beauty before. There was one accident and a horse went down on a missed jump. The horse was fine but the rider was shook up. She removed her helmet and long flowing locks of Auburn hair cascaded down her back. That caused me to look closer. Her alabaster face was flawless. When she looked my way, I saw the deepest emerald green eyes you'd ever want to look at. She had turned my way and I absorbed the vision of loveliness into my being. Junior started to rise as he realized that the body of the woman before us was perfection. The tight coat strained to keep the womanly flesh contained. The riding breaches stretched taunt against her well-formed leg. Her riding boot reflected the light in their shine. As she slowly walked from the arena I applauded loudly, cheering her bravery. He looked my way to see who was applauding. I waved and winked at the same time. I swear I saw a blush rise up her neck and cover her face as she limped slightly through the gateway.

The show went on. There were some superb athletes on the course this afternoon. I looked for the woman to rejoin the show, but did not see her. They had just finished a section of the event and I was hungry again. I got up and started across the row and ran smack dab into that little angel from the ring. I almost knocked her down but was able to catch her in time to avert disaster.

"Whoa, cowboy. Easy on the merchandise, huh." She said to me tartly. I did catch a little glimmer in her eye, though.

"Well little missy, ya gots ta watch what 'cher doin' en whar ya step." I said in my best John Wayne impression.

She just stood there looking at me with a dumbfounded look on her face. I saw tears starting to form in her eyes, so I reached over, swept her off her feet and carried her over to where I had been sitting and ever so gently set her down on the seat. She was so shocked she didn't say anything until she was seated for a minute.

"Now then missy, what kin I get you to eat. The sky's the limit, what ever they have at the concession is yours for the asking."

She was flustered now. She could hardly think and then she came out of it. "Well, sir, I am famished and would like the burger basket they have. It's the one with the fried pickles and French fries. I want everything they can think of on the burger, including onions and jalapeños. And get me a 44 oz. Sprite, no ice to wash it down with."

I looked at her. She stood about 4'10" in her stocking feet. Must have weighed 95 pounds soaking wet and my eyes told on me. I must have shown my disbelief in her order.

"Well, what ya waiting fur, an engraved invitation. You asked and I told ya what I wanted. Now go get it." In a more seductive tone she added "and if you're real nice, you might just get lucky!"

Oh yes, I was on my way before the cat could get out of the bag. I got her order, and picked up some more nachos for me with lots of cheese and plenty of jalapeños. I also got my drink refilled. Juggling all the food and drinks, I made it back to the stands where my alabaster angel waited. She had taken a brush out of her purse and was tending to her mane. The long auburn hair reached the floor as she sat. It had spilled down her body in the arena and it's length reached her knees when she was standing. She noticed me coming and quickly put the scrunchy around her locks and fashioned a high ponytail.

"By the way, my name is Angelica and thank you for the offer of dinner. I also want to thank you for making me feel special when Jimbo fell during the competition. He's going to be all right but we're out for the rest of the show. My younger brother Tommy is watching over him to make sure he's ok. The vet checked him and told us not to worry, but we still do."

I introduced myself and we talked as the show progressed. She pointed out things about the horse or the rider. I got a real education. Through the course of the afternoon, she moved herself closer and closer to me. By the main event she was snuggled up against me, holding my hand and draping hers across my legs. She smelled as good as she looked. I don't know if it was her shampoo or perfume, I do know she didn't smell like horse. Her body was soft. She made a point of rubbing it against me. More than once she'd rub her breast against my arm. She was also making contented little sounds as we sat watching the activity.

"Are you staying for the rodeo?" I stupidly asked. How was I to know that her brother Tommy was one of the best bull riders in Central Texas? He'd do 8 seconds for sure. I asked Angelica if she wanted me to stay. In response, she grabbed my by the shirt, pulled me down and planted her lips on mine. She grabbed my ass and pulled me close. Instinctively my hand traveled up her side. She grabbed it and placed it on her left breast as she continued the kiss. She not only smelled good, she tasted good and felt good as well. As she broke the kiss and we separated, the group of young people behind us applauded. There were a bunch of 'way to go' and 'sick 'em, tiger' comments as well as at least one 'you go, girl'. Angelica blushed again. This time I saw it rise from the depths of the chasm of her cleavage, rising over the swell of her breasts and flowing up her neck to her cheeks. She ducked her head into the protection of my chest and arms and I held her close. Her inside hand naturally fell down to my leg and her hand grasped my leg no more than two inches from my rapidly filling cock.

When it had expanded fully, it nudged her hand. She looked down and quickly pulled her hand away. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."

That's all I let her get out before I kissed her quiet. "Don't you fret. You know you have an effect on men, and at least now you know I am a man who finds you desirable. Like the saying goes, if I tell you that you have a beautiful body, will you hold it against me."

That must have been the right thing to say because she cuddled up to me again and put her hand right back where it was, blatantly rubbing her hand across my erection and wiggling her shoulders to drag her boob across my side. She rubbed her hand lightly across my turgid tool, turned her head up and whispered in my ear.

"Hummm, nice. If you aren't busy after the rodeo, maybe we can find someplace to put that weapon. I can think of several myself. What do you think?"

I just turned my head towards and kissed Angelica once more. Then I said, "I'd like to help explore the possibilities. In fact I'm looking forward to it."

She hugged me tight again and snuggled close. She continued playing on and off through the night. I too, found ways to play. I discovered that she had several spots that were responsive. I teased her breasts, refusing to touch her nipples. She would move her chest around trying to get that contact. I continued to tease. When the lights went down for the trick riding and the barrel racing, I used the dim light to lightly stroke her pubic area through her jeans. Soon enough I could catch the scent of a woman in heat. She was having trouble sitting still as I continued to tease. She brought her hand up to my chest and found my nipples and started to tease them. I found it highly exciting, too. Perhaps it was a remnant of the change, I don't know. I got even harder than I had been with her light touches on my cock. Tonight would be very interesting.

Tommy rode his bull, Lightning for 8 and safely dismounted. He was the only one to do 8 seconds tonight and was declared winner. He won a large trophy, a HUGE belt buckle and 10 grand in prize money. Not bad for eight seconds work. I'm glad he won, because when he did his sister went wild, jumping and screaming and giving me whiplash watching her globes bounce, despite the industrial strength bra slightly outlined on her blouse. There looked to be at least 6 hooks on it. It certainly wasn't a one hander. I can usually unhook a bra from outside the shirt or blouse with one hand in no time flat. There was no way I would be able to get Angelica's loose without concerted effort. I looked forward to the challenge when the time came.

With the other events Tommy did well in, he was named overall Top Cowboy and received the $25,000 purse. Angelica was ecstatic for him. She rushed down to congratulate him. She gave him a not to sisterly kiss and cheered when the other cowboys dumped the ice chest full of cold water over him. He took it good-naturedly. Her exuberance was catching and when she introduced me I shook his hand, pumping up and down like an old well pump. I slapped him on the back and let him know we were all proud of him. When things settled down a little, Angelica told him she was going to go with me and to not wait. She'd find a way back to the ranch in Prairie Hill later. I was pensive for a moment, deep in thought. Angelica interrupted my thoughts.

"Why so quiet, cowboy?" she asked.

"Something I saw today just clicked with Tommy's announced win. Your last name is Phillips, right?"

"Yes it is." She replied.

"Did you have a relative that was a Texas Ranger?"

"Yes, that would be my great great Grandfather, Waite Phillips. How did you know?"

"I was at the Ranger museum today and saw a picture of him. I can see the family resemblance, especially in Tommy. He looks just like a younger version of the man in the photo. You are from a very famous family."

Conspiratorially she whispered, "Yes, I know. Did you know I have 10 great great grandmothers? I mean, step-great great grandmothers? Great great grandfather was married to ten women. From the family pictures I saw, all of them were beautiful. My true Great Great grandmother was Peggy Sue Phillips, the matriarch and head of the family."

"Oh was he Mormon?" I asked. I knew the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints practiced polygamy until 1895.

"No, only one of my g.g. grandmothers, Annabelle Lee, was. They were just very loving and were thrown together by circumstance. For example g.g. grandmother Patty was widowed with two kids and Waite took her as wife to provide for her. Her daughter Karen became one of his hired hands wives. His name was Jesse Jackson. We've heard tell there was another wife, Milly Noonan who left the family during their trek to Texas in Missouri. They say she was very ill and died in Missouri about a year after leaving the family. We've got some real good stories about them."

She began the story of her g.g. grandfather's trip to Waco. He began in Tennessee and picked up his first three wives, Carol Ann, Peggy Sue and Lisa Marie together as a trio in a small town, Sneedville, Tennessee. As he traveled west he picked up Annabelle Lee, Patty, Darlene, Doreen, Milly, Joyce and Elizabeth, who had been a captive squaw that great great grandpa traded a horse for. It was a long-standing family joke. There had been thirty-seven children plus four adopted siblings in that generation.

She told of their exploits including the gunfights and meeting some of the famous and infamous people of the period. Her tale lasted quite a long time and we had already left the Coliseum before she was even half way into it. We went out for late snack on Lake Air Drive and then swung on down the loop back to I-35. I checked in to the Embassy Suites hotel with my Black American Express card. The desk clerk looked at it, a look of surprise on his face. All of a sudden they couldn't do enough for me. I was given the best rooms in the place, the penthouse as it were. The concierge escorted us to the elevator and then up to the room. Anything I wanted, call Jorge. It would be arranged immediately. The bell captain brought in the suitcase from the Tesla and placed it on the rack. I tipped him two twenty-dollar bills and he let me know he was on call for any reason. I asked him to plug in the Tesla to an outlet for the night. He said he would. I thanked him and the concierge and dismissed them.

Angelica had never stayed in a hotel like this. She was amazed at the splendor of the room, which I thought was just OK. As she was trying out the bed, there was a knock on the door. The bellman was there with complementary champagne and a fruit basket. I signed the slip for him and handed him a ten spot for his trouble. I called down to the boutique. The woman was just about to close, but I asked her to send up a pink sheer baby doll set in size 3. She said she had it but it was $235. I said fine, put in on my room tab and have it delivered immediately. I told her to check with Jorge.

Five minutes later it arrived. Angelica hadn't heard the conversation so she was oblivious when I brought the gift over to her. She squealed with delight when she saw it and ducked into the bath to change. I was in heaven when she came out. She had taken down her hair and it cascaded down her front. It hid her breasts from me, but I could see the flesh swaying as she moved. The pink of the material complemented her eyes and her hair. She looked stunning. I now understood the meaning of bedroom eyes.

She glided barefoot across the floor and stopped just in front of me. Gazing at my chest, she reached up and started unbuttoning my shirt. I let her strip me. It was a real turn on to me, to watch this little pixy with the long flowing hair undress me. She had me naked in no time and she took my hand and led me to the bed. She sat me down. My head was slightly lower than hers and I tilted up as she moved forward to embrace me.

Angelica gently pushed me back onto the bed, following my movement with her own. Nearly on top of me now, she began kissing my chest. She came close to one of my nipples, and then pounced on it, pinching it with her lips and flicking it with her tongue. I almost came unglued and was rigid as a galvanized pipe down below. Her hair was draped across my body and she moved her head around causing her hair to tickle my body. Since the skin is the largest organ in the body, the multitude of nerve endings took notice.

While she was doing these things, my hands were in motion. I used them to touch every inch of available skin on her. Bringing my hands under the baby doll, I stroked her back lightly, causing serious goose bumps to arise. I slid my hands down to cup her ass cheeks with my hands and kneed the flesh line potters clay. As I played she wiggled her butt in appreciation. I brought my hands up again and this time was able to touch the sides of her breasts as they sat magnificently on her chest. She had a small chest body-wise. I could easily encircle her with one arm. However, if I were to try to do that over the top of her melons, I would have trouble using both hands.

I kissed her again as I twisted on to the bed and pulled her to me. Her gigantic pillows flattened on my chest and she brought her lips to mine. As we kissed she began to moan, deep in her throat. She also began to grind her mound into me. I carefully moved her off me to the side and slid her panty off. She reached down and removed the top at the same time. As she laid back down her long flowing hair arranged itself over her so I still couldn't see her nipples. I started kissing her throat and moved downward until I was kissing her valley between those marvels. Moving from side to side I nibbled or kissed tissue in a widening arc until I reached her dark pink areolas. As I nipped they crinkled up. By the time I reached her nipples they were rigid. I returned the favor she'd given me and gently bite each on, applying my tongue in flicking motion.

My hands were also busy as I did this. One was tied up behind her neck, rubbing and touching as we played. The other made its way down to her pubes where I played for a time with her triangle of neatly trimmed pubic hair. I probed further and found copious amounts of vaginal secretions making ready for me to explore. I shifted position once more and planted my mouth on her fur-covered mons. My tongue sprang into action, licking her slit and paying close attention to her clitoris. My fingers teased the opening and were rewarded by more juices flowing out.

We stayed in that position while I brought her to three orgasms, the last being the best by far. She begged a rest so I climbed back up, kissing all the way. I sucked hungrily on her nipples as if a baby seeking nourishment. Two seconds later, she had another orgasm. I stretched my long frame out beside her and cuddled. Yeah, I like cuddling too. I just started to nod off when I felt her move.

The next thing I knew, she had me in her mouth. ALL of me. She turned out to the best deep throat artist. She was swallowing my cock and then she started to hum! I lasted all of about two minutes and was spewing my semen down her throat.

"There, that should take the edge off for a little. Now I want you to fuck me. Do it hard, I want to feel you stretch my little pussy out. Give me a good reaming and I might let you do my back door, too. Fuck me cowboy. Ride me like the wild bull! I want your hard meat in me NOW!"

I was raised to follow orders so I obliged her. For the next forty minutes I rammed my cock deep within the folds of her velvet sheath. I lost count of the times she arched and flexed and came. Near the end she was in a continual state of orgasm. She reached the peak of that last orgasm and fainted. I gently pulled out as I dismounted her exquisite body. I directed my body to lie beside her. She recovered and rolled over and got on her hands and knees.

Seductively wiggling her ass in the air she said, "Do me, back there. Hurry. I need you in there."

I moved around behind her. I used the juices that were dripping out of her overused cunt to lubricate her back orifice and my cock. I held my helmeted soldier at the entrance and teased just a little. She rose up a little and rammed her body back, my cock slamming into her fiery hot ass. I slid in without protest. She shuddered as an orgasm overcame her. Then she started to move. God she was so tight. If it weren't for the lubrication of our combined fuck juices, I wouldn't have been able to move. Faster and faster we went until I was up to full steam. I could feel the sperm rising in my cock. My hands roughly grabbed her tits as I pulled her back time and again, slamming into her now with a vengeance.

My orgasm was upon me. Fortunately, hers was there also. As I spit my seed into her ass she came, clamping down so hard that I was unable to slide. I continued to spit out semen into her bowels and she continued to cum. I don't know where all the spunk came from but I continued pumping it out longer than I had ever done before. She let out a scream and collapsed again, causing my cock to pull out. I got out of bed and went into the bath to wash off.

While I was there, I decided to shower, as I had sweated profusely in our love exercises. I had only just gotten into the shower when my alabaster angel came in. Her hair was wrapped and tied in an intricate pattern and piled high on her head. She stepped in and joined me. She soaped me up good and then it was my turn. I know I was really clean and so was she. I was amazed that very little of her hair got wet in the process. She had brought the baby doll back into the bath with her and she put it on again. Simply gorgeous.

We left the bath and shut off the lights. She snuggled up next to me and whispered "Thank you cowboy for the wonderful ride. I think I'll stay the night iffn it's alright with you."

"Sure thing Little Missy. You jest make yurself ta home". (John Wayne again)

We climbed back in the bed and she snuggled her ass up against me. The action caused me to react once again and she just lifted her leg and placed me between her lips and lowered her leg. She rocked for a moment and made contented purring sounds. She took may hand and used it to cup her breast after kissing it. "'Nite" she said softly.

I slept peacefully the night through. I don't know if I dreamed about her or not. In the morning I woke fresh and ready. But alas, she was gone. I checked the bath and there on the sink was a note.



'My dearest cowboy. You are wonderful. You make me feel so much like a woman. Your caresses thrill me and your beautiful cock fills my every orifice. I will always remember our time together and you will always be a part of my wet dreams. I will think of you as I jill off. Please don't think too unkindly of me for my deception. Next year when I truly become a woman in the eyes of the public maybe we'll find each other again. Although I'm not legally an adult, my body says otherwise and I think you'll agree, it acts adult. Don't worry about my brother, he's cool. He won't say a word. Not if he wants any more of what I have to give, he won't. As I said we're a very loving family.

Love always, 
Angelica



I was floored. Angelica was only 17. I would have thought 24 by the way she acted and talked. She sure didn't act like the high schoolers I knew. I couldn't be angry. She was too sweet, too nice, and too sexy. I made a note to look her up a year from now. I know her last name and where she lives, kind of. I could find her. I will, too.



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Chapter 8

I ordered breakfast for one. I didn't feel like going out. A little something was missing. Angelica. So instead I ate in the room, then checked out. I headed south again. I was headed for Austin, but changed my mind when I got there. I kept going and was in San Antonio before noon. I felt like I needed a relaxing good time, so I got on the loop and in no time was at Six Flags. I sometimes am a kid. Today I was going to be a kid. Yeah, that's a good idea. I took out the ever-present wallet and just like that I was 17 again, only better looking. While I was fixing my body, I also made it so I could regenerate in about five minutes and could ejaculate a full load. If the girls get multiple orgasms, so do I.

I got greedy and also wished for two more things. First is that many resorts and beaches and even shopping malls and schools are clothing optional, or at least tops were optional. Since guys didn't have to wear tops, neither did girls. No one would notice a difference. Tomorrow it would change back, but for today it would be a teenage boys wet dream.

Also casual and public sex was permitted, even encouraged because the ratio of males to females would change to 20/80 and females would want to have a male get them pregnant. All females would be bi because of the lack of male companionship, but eager to find and please. Males would not be allowed to be monogamous, and a record was kept whenever sex happened to keep track of babies. The government paid men for every child they produced, with double payment if the child was male.

With these conditions set, I locked the car, got out and headed for the gate. I just passed a van when I bumped headlong into a group of girls, two blonds, three brunettes, one raven-haired cutie and one redhead. They were ready for the day. They were all wearing various styles of short shorts and each one was topless. As we looked at each other, I noticed nipples hardening. Then crowded around me, oohing and aahing. They were gently touching, not too obtrusively.

"Hello ladies," I said. "Nice day isn't it. Great day for spending at Six Flags."

"Hey handsome. You're cute," the raven-haired girl said. "My name is Nancy. What's yours?"

I told them and said I'd just driven down from Waco for the day. I hadn't been here before and would probably need a guide. They all volunteered at once.

"Take me, I'm Donna" "No me, I'm Beverly, but you can call me Bev" "Come on, take me, I'm Bitsy, but my boobies aren't" "Take me, Elizabeth. Blonds have more fun, you know" "Then he should take me, Theresa, cause I'm a real blond" "I'm Tabitha, take me" The red head spoke last. "Take me now and go with them later, I ovulated on the way over here."

The other girls looked at Patty with wide eyes. That decided that. They all got behind her and nudged her towards me. She had a wide-eyed innocence that was truly appealing. My cock was tenting my shorts. Her nipples were razor points on her small, perky breasts. They turned me on even more.

"Make love to me. Fuck me. Put a baby inside me. A boy baby!" She whispered to me as we embraced. Her friends made sure they were in contact with her body or mine. We moved our party over to the picnic area where there were tables. Quickly the other girls made a makeshift bed with their beach towels and extra clothing. Bitsy, with the biggest rack of titflesh there unbuttoned Patty's shorts and pulled them off. Patty was wearing the smallest g-string. I just had to ask and found out it was a Wicked Weasel bottom. I reached out and touched her mound, which was just barely covered by the suit. She shivered with excitement. As I was doing this, Donna leaned over and kissed me. Elizabeth and Theresa were sucking on Patty's nipples. She started to moan and her body involuntarily spasmed, as if she'd just had a small orgasm. Beverly and Patty were kissing passionately. Bitsy rubbed her boobs against me and I just had to pay a little attention to them. She closed her eyes as I massaged them.

I turned my attention back to Patty. The girls had her lying spread open on the table. It was the perfect height. Bitsy had been massaging my cock while Donna had been eating at the "Y". Patty was more than ready. Bitsy brought my cock into position and I started to push in. A barrier stopped me. Patty was an intact virgin.

"Wait a minutes, girls. She's never had anything in there. She's a virgin!" I said with concern.

"So, we're all virgins" Theresa explained. It's just she's only 14 and hasn't had the chance to get a dildo like the rest of us have. When we Jill off, we use our dildos. I was going to give her my old one for a present next week. Now she is so lucky to get a real live cock with sperm. She will probably get pregnant today. She is sooo lucky."

"Well, this doesn't have to be painful. We need to change positions," I said. "I am going to lie down and you girls are going to get her on top of me. You get her so excited she can't stand it, and then she can control how much of me she takes at a time, ok?"

While this was going on, Donna hadn't stopped licking and teasing Patty's little clit. She was already worked up. The two blonds stopped sucking her tits long enough to get her up. I lay down on the table. It wasn't too uncomfortable. Patty straddled my body and leaned forward so her tits were rubbing against my smooth chest. My prick jumped in excitement and Elizabeth gave a little shriek. She grabbed it and swallowed it whole, stroking the bottom part of my cock, which she couldn't get in. About that time I deposited my first load into her bowels. She sucked me dry but I remained hard.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to do that, but when you started cumming, I couldn't help myself. You tasted so good. I hope I didn't spoil it for Patty."

"Don't worry, I can cum again in five minutes and will have a full load of sperm to fertilize her egg. She will get her baby. And if I know my guys, the baby will be a boy!"

We continued our foreplay with Patty. Each girl was stimulating her or me in some way. They were also touching each other. I glanced around and each of them had removed the remainder of their clothing and they were fondling titties and finger fucking cunts. My nose picked up the odor of women in heat. My cock became rigid as an iron rod.

Bitsy had been diddling her own clit as Donna had finger fucked her. Donna's small hand was completely inside Bitsy's vagina. Bitsy was the first to cum. She produced copious amounts of female juice and Donna smeared the lubricating fluid on my cock. Theresa was standing beside Patty and using her tongue to tease Patty's cunt and ass hole. Theresa left hand was working her own clit.

Patty was ready and Bitsy was there to guide my cock to Patty's door. Patty hesitated, afraid. Bitsy, Elizabeth, and Tabitha were kissing, touching, playing with her clit, anything to distract Patty from the impending rupture of her hymen. She slowly started to apply pressure to the membrane as she sat down on my cock. It wouldn't go farther as it stretched taunt. Patty started to cry. "It won't go in, it won't go in. It doesn't hurt but it won't go in" she repeated over and over.

Bitsy climbed up on the table and got in front of Patty. She just happened to park her pussy over my face, so I did what comes naturally, and began using my tongue on her petals. She shivered and started talking to Patty.

"You want this, don't you? You want his nice thick long cock in your hot box. You want to feel his sperm flushing the sides of your vagina. You want to feel the hot blast against your cervix. In order to do that, you have to let him in.," she explained to Patty. "I love you sister, and you deserve this opportunity. Mom will be so proud of you. I will too. I'll be jealous, but proud."

"Please help me. I want him so bad. I need to feel him inside me and I want to have his baby. Help me Bitsy, please. I'm sorry it's not you. I love you too. You're the best older sister any girl could ever want. I love you. I love the way you make me cum with your tongue. Your kisses are the best of all the girls. Help me"

Bitsy nodded she would. She told her sister to bounce a little to see if it would help. Patty started a little rhythm of bouncing. Elizabeth had moved around and her head was right down there. She was licking the base of my cock and my balls were getting the treatment too. Bitsy was bouncing a little in tandem with Patty. Without warning Bitsy rose up above Patty, with her hands on Patty's shoulders. As Patty descended Bitsy pushed down with all her might. Patty's hymen broke and she became fully impaled on my iron rod!

Patty let loose a scream. It was quickly muffled by her sister's mouth. Bitsy was rubbing her tits against her sister's smaller one. Nipples were erect and they would scrape against each other. I could feel her small vagina contract and relax over and over. The sound changed from one of pain to one of pleasure. Tentatively Patty started to move. I was still rock hard, but being encased in her velvety pussy was just right. Patty started to get into the swing of things. In and out we went. Sometimes she moved slow and sometimes fast. Hands touched her all over. Bitsy hadn't moved and I was still working on her cunt. Her juices were flowing and I was drowning. She finally came a big one and I was drenched with a flood of pussy juice. She fell over to the side for a moment. Then she came back over to me and started licking my face clean.

"I taste good, don't I" the little minx said. "I just love coming on the girls faces and then licking them clean. This is the first time I've had a guy to eat me. You are every bit as good as my girlfriends. I'm going to give you ten stars on Facebook. Which reminds me. I've got to get a picture of you and Patty fucking. I'll get more hits than anyone."

She took out an iPhone and got a real good picture of us. You could see the pleasure on Patty's face. She was raised up and my cock was visibly embedded in her vagina. It was a very erotic picture. Bitsy uploaded the picture to her account proudly announcing that her little sister had lost her virginity and would possibly be pregnant. Her phone started going crazy as text messages started streaming in. All were congratulatory and little bits of girl jealousy did sneak in to some of the messages.

While all this byplay was going on, Patty got closer and closer to orgasm. I was in the same condition. As she built, she started up a wail. It attracted the attention of two of the adult workers. They came over to the table to watch. The taller woman had an incredible rack, well tanned from working outside this summer. Her nipple was well distended and I could see her shorts getting wet in the crotch. She and her friend were both excited, like the girls. Finally I could hold off no longer. I felt my jism as it spewed like Old Faithful, smashing into Patty's cervix. Patty erupted. She was very vocal in her orgasm. And she put all her weight on my cock, forcing the head to partially open the cervix. My seed spilled forth into her womb and were quickly swimming toward her ovum. She collapsed down on me. My cock was still jerking and releasing cum into her vagina. It began to leak out the sides. Theresa was there to help clean up the mess. She commented later about how good it tasted, mixed with Patty's cum juice.

I gently rolled to the side to let Patty lie on the table. I continued to pet her. We kissed. It was a sweet kiss. I think she was in love with me. While we were kissing and cuddling, I felt another mouth take my slimy cock in. Bitsy was there when I looked. She was squeezing her chest pillows together and pinching her engorged nipples. As soon as she got me hard, she took the liberty of climbing on. Patty looked on lovingly as her sister got her orgasm and deposit of sperm.

The other girls took turns at me, each one orgasming and receiving sperm deposits. The two older workers watched in amazement as I serviced one after another. When all the girls had a chance for impregnation, the older ones started to leave. I held out my hand to the tall one, who come to think of it, looked a lot like Wonder Woman on the TV series.

"Wait" I said. "I would like to make love to you, too. Both of you. I know you got excited watching us play. Your nipples are still hard and there's a dark, damp area on your shorts where your cunt is. Please let me please you, too."

The tall Amazon was naked faster than I though humanly possible and astride my raging erection. As she moved up and down, I felt her cunt contracting. It felt so good.

"Kegle's 50 times a day." She said as she noticed my face questioning as she began the contractions. All I know is it helped me get off. Within two minutes of starting she began her orgasms. They ran into each other as she continually came while working my cock inside her. She got us turned over and I was forcing my cock deeper and deeper into the confines of her vagina. Then she did something that thoroughly amazed me. She brought her super sexy long, long legs up and actually locked her ankles behind her head. I'd seen pictures of this but never experienced it. There was nothing to impede my progress except for the woman's cervix. I was smashing into it with every stroke. She orgasmed each time I smashed into it. Sooner than expected my sperm rose within me to splash against her back walls. As the baby seed pooled in the bottom of her vagina, her cervix dipped into the fluid, sucking in the little swimmers as they made the way to the ova that had ruptured from the ovary last night and had already made the trip to the womb. This month was special for her because one ovum from each side had been released and in a short while she would be pregnant with fraternal twins.

"In all my thirty five years, I have never been so thoroughly fucked as you have fucked me young man. The women you service will always remember you. I know I shall never forget today. Now Phyllis needs to get fucked too. You might play with her clit a little and pay attention to her nipples. She likes to have them sucked and nibbled on as she is fucked. Your cock is much better than our strap on dildo and she is going to go wild over you. Kiss her too. Believe it or not, she's a bit shy, not like me, so be gentle." This was all whispered as she rested her bounteous chest on me.

In a little while, The Amazon queen got off me, and gently pushed Phyllis towards me. I got up on one elbow and smiled at Phyllis as she approached. The other girls were resting and playing with each other, waiting for me to finish my duties here. For the next ten minutes I pleasured Phyllis like a lover would. She received a gentle, orgasm filled session. I deposited my sperm in her waiting pussy. Hopefully my seed would find the ovum that she had released yesterday. She and her partner were in sync with their cycles. With any luck nine months from now they would have a handful of babies.

The rest of the girls came back up to me, and each one kissed me fully and thanked me for the beautiful sex. Patty came last and threw her arms around me. We held each other for a time and she kissed me sweetly and then they were off. I pulled my shorts back on and stuffed my jockeys into the cargo pocket. I'd go commando in the park.

I made a quick wish before I entered the park. While I was here, and girl or woman that had ovulated in the last 12 hours would have a silvery glow about them that only I could see. Those most fertile would have a golden cast. This way I could use my talents to the best.

I had just entered the gate and I scanned the area. I saw a couple of guys here or there. Girls of all shapes and sizes surrounded them. Little girls to older women were fawning over them. Then they noticed me. Here they came. I held my hand up. "Whoa" I said when the main phalanx of female pulchritude stopped. "Spread the word. I will service whom I service today. I'm here to have fun, but I have a mind of my own. I will choose who I wish to be with. You will not intimidate me and I know the law. You know it too, so leave me alone unless I ask for you to join me."

There was a bunch of grumbling but the knew I was right. The government set up laws to protect the males and they were strictly enforced. A girl could end up in Juvenile Hall or jail if she abused any male, regardless of age. So I was free to wander the park. Word spread like wildfire and they all were very respectful to me.

I came up to the girl vendor selling the ice cream dots. She smiled widely and unbuttoned her blouse all the way, allowing me view of her nice grapefruit size tittles. Her areola and nipples were pink and puffy. As she stood there I could see a golden glow all around her. I blinked and the effect was gone. I moved in close, which she welcomed and whispered in her ear.

"You ovulated early this morning, didn't you" I asked.

A cute blush flushed across her chest and covered her neck and face. "How did you know? Yes I did. You know, if someone were to eject some sperm in my warm, soft cunt, I would probably get pregnant. Do you know of anyone that would be willing to do that for me?"

I smiled and told her I knew that. There was a table beside her stand and both were in the shade, so I invited her to remove her clothes while I stripped off. The other females around noticed what we were about to do and they crowded around to watch and enjoy. I entered her pussy easily. She gave a shudder as I did and I felt her pussy contract. Inside of ten minutes she was pregnant. I received polite applause and some suggestions that I might like to have the speaker, too. I passed because no one there showed the sign. I kissed the candy seller on her lips, both pairs, nibbled on her puffy nipples and helped her get dressed. Kissing her once more, I bid her adieu.

The rest of the afternoon saw repeats of the encounter with the candy seller. I'd be waiting in line, talking with the girls, having a great time when I'd notice silver or gold glow telling me that one was ready. When I noticed, I'd make my way through the line to where she was. I'd ask the same thing. Had she ovulated and did she want me to make a baby. Always the answer was yes and yes. The other girls in line always helped by kissing and sucking and otherwise stimulating the pair of us. By the time I was ready to leave I figured I'd impregnated at least fifty girls and women, from 13 to 48.

I was bushed by the time I was ready to leave, near closing time. I got to the car and leaning against it was Patty and Bitsy. They had been waiting.

"We had to see you one last time" Bitsy said "We wanted to thank you one more time for what you did for Patty."

"No problemo" I responded. "I enjoyed fucking you both, after making love to you first, Patty. You were great. I'm sure you are pregnant. Don't forget to register me as the father when you know for sure. The newest EPT should be able to tell in a couple of days if you are. I only wish for the best for you.

"I love you" Patty said to me as they turned and walked away.

Once in the Tesla I headed back to the loop and found a good hotel. I'd changed back to myself while driving and my body was tired. I checked in the hotel, got the Tesla on the charger and made it to my room. I found a good restaurant just a block away and went to eat. When I got there, I noticed several people smoking outside in an area near the door. I shook my head as I entered the building. The food was ok, and I ate without much interest. I did look around and watch the by play between the patrons and the wait staff. There was a big screen TV with no sound and closed captioning engages. I watched the 10 o'clock news. There was a big accident on I-10 that had backed up rush hour. No one seriously injured but the going home commute took longer than usual. I finished eating and had no reason to hang around. I went back to the hotel room and locked the door.

I looked at the wallet.

"You are something else." I said to it. "Is there a limit to your power? There are some worldwide changes I'd like to make. No more hunger. Everyone gets food. That's first. Next it think is no more hate. Yes someone might dislike someone else, but no hatred or bigotry. I was on a roll now. I want public schools to receive 100% funding and bureaucracy in schools eliminated. No more padding at the top. Pay the teachers for their education, experience and dedication. Starting pay should be a minimum of $60,000 and up a year depending on location and cost of living.

Government needs to be regulated. I know, term limits. And another thing that's bugging me. I think I need to travel back in time again. I was ready. I spoke "I want a picture of me, dressed in clothing current June 1,1789, standing outside Independence Hall in Philadelphia Pennsylvania at 6 o'clock in the morning. I will have the bearing and money available to someone who is rich. I will have all the money I need at my command. I will be a very convincing speaker, able to sway men to my way of thinking. When I go through the bathroom door the exchange will take place."

I took a deep breath and stepped through the bathroom door. There was a flash and I was instantaneously placed on the steps of Independence Hall. Looking around, I knew I was in 1789. The warmth of the air told me it was June so I made it. Now I needed to find a certain few people. I had to find Madison, Jefferson, Henry Abbott, James Iredell and a few others. I knew I'd have only a short time, about three months to do my work. I took lodging at a Mrs. Wadsworth's boarding house. Daily I met with one or another of the early framers of our Constitution. My gift of persuasion was working. In my dealings with the men of this era, I found them honest and sincere. They wanted only for the good of the people. They were true servants of the common man. Yes they were passionate in their ideas, but they did so because of the injustices they'd suffered at the hands of the crown.

During my time there, I was very careful not to cause harm to the time line. I had no affairs of the heart, I broke up no fights nor did I cause any. I made myself invisible as possible. A change in this time period would have consequences. I hadn't thought about that my first trip. I had meetings with Jefferson. I advised him on a matter. I gave examples of what might happen in the future if he said this or did that. By the time I was finished I was confident that he would heed my warnings. I stayed until the work was finished and a vote was taken. My suggestion was passed and I made my wish. A moment later I was back in my room in San Antonio.

I went to the computer on the desk next to the bed. I brought up Wikipedia. I did the search and there it was.

'Amendment 1. Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of a specific denomination of religion, or prohibit the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the tight of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for the redress of grievances.'

Take that Madalyn Murry O'Hare! The framers of the constitution did not want to exclude religion in America, just didn't want to have an official denomination like the Anglican church in England or the Catholic church in Spain. The Supremes went against previous court sentiment and outlawed religion in government. Now maybe we'll be a gentler, kinder nation. I could always change it back.

I had the wallet return me in the middle of the night, so I took a nap until it was morning and I checked out and headed for home. I figured to stop in Austin or Georgetown, take in 6th Street then head out home getting there Thursday around noon.

Everything went according to plan. I made it home safely around 1:15. I pulled in to the garage and pulled out my suitcase. All my clothes had been worn, so no questions would be asked. I locked the Tesla inside and entered the house, pressing my thumb on the biometric pad to unlock the door. I reset the alarm on the way past and entered the kitchen.

"You're back," Suzie exclaimed. She was baking and had flour all over the place. She rushed over and kissed my chastely on the cheek. "We have missed you."

"That's nice. I'm glad you're fitting in. I have a surprise for everyone. Could you call Joe and Betty in? I'll be in the den when you find them." I retired to the den to write the checks. There was a Fed Ex envelope and a UPS next day air envelope on my desk. I opened them and found they contained just what I expected. I couldn't wait for them to get here. I even started to get up when there was a knock on the door of the den. I called out for them to enter.

"So hey, boss. Glad to have you back. Hope you had a good time where ever." Joe said cordially.

"It isn't quite the same without you here" Betty added.

"Well thanks all. I appreciate it. And I really appreciate the way you have been taking care of my home. So much so that I've arranged a special surprise for the three of you. Tomorrow you three are flying out of DFW to Las Vegas. You've got first class tickets on the flight leaving at noon."

Susie gasped. Betty's response was "Oh my". Joe just stood there looking at me.

"Furthermore, I have you booked into a two bedroom suite at the MGM Grand. Friday night you have front tickets to David Copperfield's show. Saturday you will be in the third row for the Cirque de Soleil show."

I started passing out tickets, the Southwest Airline first class tickets, the Copperfield show tickets and the Cirque tickets.

"An as a bonus, to see that you have a good time, I'm including $2500 each for you to play with. You are to leave your own money home. Have a good time on me, okay?"

Betty practically ran around the desk to hug my neck. Her closeness reminded me she had a pretty nice body, too. But I didn't want to cross the line between employer/employee. By the time she released me, Suzie and Joe were beside her. Suzie bent down and kissed my cheek again and Joe shook my hand. They asked why, and I just put it off to my quirkiness. I told them to have a good time and there would be a limo here to take them to the airport at 9 am and there would be limos in Vegas and another limo to bring them back at 9 pm Sunday night.

Suzie said she needed to finish the bread in a hurry and then start packing. Betty went right to her room to decide what to take. As I sat back it came to me. I could kick myself. I quickly wrote out two more checks and hurried out. I caught up with Joe going out of the door.

"Here, I forgot something. I want you both to get new duds, something really nice to wear out on the town. I expect you to pick up an Armani suit for yourself and something equally nice for Suzie. I want you to knock 'em dead with your outfits! You take Suzie shopping as soon as she finishes the bread. I'll be going out for dinner anyway."

He looked at the check and staggered back. "There must be some kind of mistake here, boss"

"No mistake, just a reward for doing beyond what's expected. Again, it's my way to thank you. Now go enjoy!"

Smiling I left him scratching his head. I thumbed open the door to the family quarters above the garage. I knocked on Betty's door. Her hair was a bit askew, as she had been sorting through her closet trying to find things to wear. When I handed her the check she broke down crying. I could do nothing but hold her close. Shame on me for the erection I got when she rubbed her nicely formed breasts across my arm.

After a time she calmed down enough to explain herself. She had been spending all her money on paying off her school loans and supporting her mother in North Carolina. Her father had died in an accident that was his fault and the insurance only paid for his funeral. Betty had been supporting her mother as best she could for about four years now, but was making no headway with her life. This would be the first vacation or pleasure she'd had since her dad died. She was just overwhelmed. I hugged her close and told her everything would be ok. I backed up a bit when I realized that my boner had been poking her on her mons. When I moved back she blushed scarlet. She had felt me.

I stammered a little but told her I wanted her to buy some nice clothes and a real nice, expensive gown for the shows in Vegas. I told her none of that money would be spent on anything else. I would talk with her when she got back and see what we could do about her mother.

She threw her arms around me and kissed me, straight on the lips. When I added my tongue to the mix, she greedily took in it. I felt her nipples get hard through my t-shirt. I broke off the kiss and told her thank you for appreciating me. I directed her to get her shopping done first then pack. Just before I left, I told her I thought she should go to Fredericks of Hollywood and get something that looked good on her. I told her to ask for a specific clerk, that she would help her find just the right thing. She blushed but said she would.

I went out to the Outback for dinner. I got a Blooming' Onion along with my steak and tail. They had ESPN on the flat screens so I had my choice of golf, tennis, baseball or football. Since they had women's tennis on, I opted for that. The steak was good and the tail even better. The lobster wasn't bad either. Yeah I know, bad joke. Oh well.

The morning brought a flurry of activity, as my staff got ready for their trip. All their bags were near the back door, waiting for the limo. Betty and Suzie were heavy in conference. I don't know what they were up to so I ambled over to the refrigerator and took out the milk. I'd have one of my favorite breakfasts, Oreos and milk. I poured a big glass and took down a new package from the cupboard.

I had just started on my cookies when Susie noticed I was there.

"Wait" she cried. She hurried up next to me and told me she was ready to cook me any breakfast I'd like. She said I didn't have to have to settle for cookies. I told her in no uncertain terms that I wasn't settling for anything. I happened to like Oreos and milk. The front gate buzzer sounded and I answered it from the security panel. A huge white Hummer limo was at the gate. I told the driver to pull around to the back. I assured him there was enough room back there for it. The gates to the manor house swung open slowly and the big car drove in. They swung shut behind it.

As they were just about to leave, I added to the pot, giving each one of them 2 hundred-dollar bills. I told them each to get me a souvenir while they were there. Then I opened the door, grabbed their suitcases and lugged all three out to the Hummer. They were surprised by my action but soon got over it and exited the house. The driver opened the door for them and came back around to help me with the luggage.

"This is some place they've got here. You sure do have a nice setup. I suppose since the cats are away, the mice will play, huh. Nice pool by the looks of it. Wish I could find a place like this to work. The chauffeuring detail sure doesn't pay the bills. Damn IED in Afghanistan took out my leg and put me on the way out. I was going to be a lifer and ended up with 18 instead. I can still drive and do most other stuff, but it turns out I couldn't pass the fitness course because of the leg. Well, I best get these folks to the airport. Nice jawing' with you."

I asked him for his card before he left, just in case the master needed his services again. I think I might be able to help him. I needed time for some more thought on it first, though. Now I had the rest of the weekend with three delightful women, well, 2 and an up and coming young lady...



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Chapter 9


By 6:30 I was ready to go. I had the security lights on and left a couple of lights on in the house as well. I took the Shelby because I wanted to be sure I had room to carry the three gorgeous women ... well two gorgeous women and one equally fine young lady back here to my place for the weekend. I wanted everything to be perfect.

I put the top down on the convertible and headed for lower Greenville Avenue. I was able to park almost in front of the place and tipped the bouncer a hundred dollars to keep an eye on the car. I was assured that nothing would touch it. I went inside and ordered a Virgin Mary. I made sure the nurse (of course I mean waitress) knew what I was drinking so I didn't need to tell her again. I sipped on my drink as I looked around the room. I spotted the two delightful girls near the sofa. Denise was talking to another good-looking woman. She did not look pleased. Little Debbie was behind her, almost cowering. I watched the byplay and figured that what ever was going on, Denise would be the winner. Sure enough, the other woman put up her hands in surrender and backed off. Denise took Debbie's hand and led her over to the couch.

I let them sit there awhile before going over. I wanted Denise to calm down from what ever had disturbed her. My guess was that the other woman tried to make a move on Debbie. Denise could be protective when she needed to be. It was about ten after seven when I picked up my first refill and told the waitress I'd be back by the brown couch. She looked over and warned me to be careful with the tall one. I told her not to worry, I was a big boy and could take care of myself. She had her doubts and she expressed them to me in so many words.

I ambled over their way, and sat in the same chair as I had when I was a woman. I tried to remain nonchalant. It was difficult. I started to strike up a conversation without identifying myself to see the reaction. As I expected I got a non-committal response.

"Gee, that's not the way you received my sister" I said with a sad look on my face.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry" Denise replied, "I didn't know it was you. I just thought you were some jerk trying to pick up me or my sister." Debbie nodded her concurrence.

"Oh, so then if I had, you would have verbally torn me apart like the bitch in the red dress?"

Debbie brought her hand up to her mouth. Denise looked stunned. "You were here? You saw? Oh no wonder you didn't come over. I really tore that bitch a new one. She has tried to pick up Debbie almost every time we've been here. Debbie was nice to her the first time, even danced with her. But then she started coping a feel and Debbie wasn't ready for that."

"Don't worry about it. You looked like you were going to tear in to her, so I thought a cooling off period would allow you to compose yourself before I showed up. I want this to be about me, not some blonde floozy in a red dress. In fact, I think I'll take care of that problem permanently. Hang on a second."

Before she could stop me, I got up and walked over to the red dress. It was filled nicely, but I could tell what was in it wasn't nice. I pulled out the wallet and thought badge as I did. I showed her my Chief of Detectives badge and ID. I informed her that those two women on the couch are with me, permanently, whether I'm present or not. If I got even one complaint I would make her life miserable. I told this to her since she was sitting alone. I spoke softly enough that no one else heard me. I turned to walk away and she called out after me "eunuch". I responded with "sloppy-cunted whore" and ignored her tirade that followed.

"What did you say to make her so mad?" Debbie asked? I explained what I did and said and they both laughed.

"And when she called me a eunuch I replied with sloppy-cunted whore and she flew off the handle. But the thing is, she is afraid of what I might do, so you won't have any problem with her any more. By the way, you do know she's a he?"

"Shit, that's it" Denise said. "I knew something was wrong but I couldn't put my finger on it. How do you know?"

"I've spent time with a few guys that were performers. One does a Liza that has to be seen to be believed. Another is so much like Cher, you can't tell the difference unless you check the panties. No, she's a he, no question about it."

I had gotten into their good graces almost immediately. We talked about whatever they could think of. They affirmed that they had a daughter and they were lovers. I tactfully asked the expected question, because I knew they would expect me to ask it. I used the term extra equipment. I ordered up some food to share. When the DJ went into her slow dance set, I asked Debbie to dance first. I indicated I wanted to prove a point to red dress. Denise nodded and Debbie and I went hand in hand to the dance floor. I pulled her in close and complemented her on her looks, her hair, and figure; just about anything I could about her. She relaxed a bit and pulled in closer. We were chest-to-chest and pelvis-to-pelvis before the song ended. Red dress was watching. About a minute before the end of the song I whispered in Debbie's ear. "Kiss me"

Debbie turned her head up towards me. I bent down at the same time. Eagerly her lips sought mine. We locked lips and with only a brief knock on the door with my tongue, we were in a lovers embrace. I took a peek at red dress and could see her fuming. I lowered one hand to cup Debbie's ass cheek and pulled her closer in to me. I kept it there and she wiggled her mound into my extending cock. She was enjoying the kiss as much as I was. The music ended and Debbie reached down to smooth out my trousers, all the while looking right at red dress. We went back to the couch and Debbie quickly told Denise what had happened. I extended my hand to Denise and asked her to dance. She wasn't as quick to respond but Debbie insisted. She came with me to the floor and moved in close, but didn't touch my body except with her chest.

I did the same complementary dialog and she warmed up to me. I pulled her in close and told her to relax. I kissed her neck below her ear, something I'd learned the last time I was with her. She moved her head as she enjoyed it and she moved in a little closer. I took the opportunity to get even friendlier. Our chests were locked together, but she was still holding herself back a little down below. I slid my hand to just below her waist, looked her squarely in the eyes and pulled her in to me. Our pelvis's ground together and I could feel her extra equipment rub against mine. I didn't relax my gaze. I then looked at her lips and slowly moved closer. I stopped just short and waited. She finished the distance and we were locked in that same lovers embrace that Debbie and I had enjoyed minutes before. She totally relaxed and a small moan escaped her throat. When we broke the kiss we both stared at red dress. She turned away with a disgusted look.

We held hands and she also clasped my arm and held close as we walked back to the couch. Debbie was sitting there, pretty as a picture, smiling from ear to ear. As we sat, I leaned forward towards the two stunning beauties and whispered to them.

"Put the icing on the cake for that bitch." I advised. "You two go out for this dance and finish like we did."

An enormous grin crossed Denise's face. She stood and pulled her petite sister to her feet, too. Hand in hand they made their way to the dance floor. I could see red dress watching them with eagle eyes. No shyness now, Debbie encircled Denise's waist with her arms and pulled her close, resting her head on one of Denise's large tits. I could see Debbie as they turned in the dance. She was nuzzling the cleavage displayed by her sister's outfit. The nipple of her breast not being caressed by Debbie's head was hard and poking out the tight fabric of the dress. Denise was stroking Debbie's backside. About half way through the dance they began their kiss. God it was so erotic to watch those two make love with the tongues. I noticed Denise grinding her pelvis into Debbie. I wondered how she kept her cock from tenting the dress. I looked over at red dress. She'd gotten the message. She picked up her stuff and left the bar before the dance was over. The two lovers rejoined me when the dance finished.

"Oh god that was fun!" Debbie exclaimed. "I love it when you dance with me and especially when you kiss me like that. I get the butterflies in my stomach and this time I even came ... Oh!"

Her hand flew to her mouth as an attempt to take back the words she hadn't meant to be made public. Her blush was back, spreading across her chest and up to her face. I took her hand and kissed her palm, nibbled a little on her fingers, sucked the one she usually used to jiggle her clit when masturbating and told her it was all right. She was a very special lady and her presence exuded sexuality. I told her the dance really turned me on. Then I told Denise the same thing and asked her if she would like a repeat.

Casting her eyes down, she hesitated. Then I realized I was being remiss in my complements. Immediately I told her she too is special and she too exudes sexuality. I stood and pulled her to me. I placed both my hands around her waist and gently kissed her. I whispered to her, "I want you." She pulled my shoulders to her and started to cry. Debbie immediately joined the hug, tears starting in her eyes, too.

When she could speak Denise whispered back "Oh how I have longed to hear those words coming from a man who knows what I am. Oh thank you for that. I've gone all my life wanting that, needing that. Debbie loves me and wants me, but it isn't the same. I've never had that from a man before today."

"You are a bright, beautiful, and no offense nicely stacked woman. So you have a little extra equipment. I think you, your sister and I should go to my place and explore the possibilities and combinations. And if you agree, we'll get Samantha tomorrow morning and she can spend the rest of the weekend with us. I've sent my staff to Vegas for the weekend and they won't return until late Sunday night. So, shall we go?"

"Yes" came the instantaneous chorus from both women at once. I paid the tab and escorted the women outside. My Shelby was sitting there in the front reserved space, where the bouncer had indicated it should be. I'm sure it drew more than a few admiring eyes. I assisted the two into the car. Debbie volunteered to take the back seat, so Denise was seated beside me. The night was nice and the convertible was perfect. We slowly drove up Greenville Avenue, letting all the other drivers and riders look at the car and of course the women in the car.

As I drove in between the gates of my driveway, Debbie let out a low whistle. "Wow" was the reaction from Denise. I pulled in to the garage and escorted the ladies to the back door. I closed the garage with the remote and thumbed the biometric pad to open the door. They both were amazed at the technology. I reset the alarm once we were inside.

"So I guess you want the nickel tour?" I asked.

They just nodded agreement, so I started with the kitchen and gave them the tour of the ground floor first. They liked all the books on the floor to ceiling shelves in the den/office. I showed them the rec room with all the games and stuff and Debbie clapped her hands together. She said she'd like to try some of the stand up video games later. I told her any time she was welcome to come on down. As we toured the first floor, Denise clung to one arm while Debbie held my other hand. Either accidentally or on purpose one or the other of them was always rubbing their nubile breasts on my arm or body.

"Shall we go upstairs and look at the bedrooms?" I innocently asked.

"Yes" another instant chorus sang out. The staircase was wide enough that we could ascend together. We looked in the bedrooms as we traversed the hall. At last we came to the master bedroom suite.

"It's huge" Debbie exclaimed. "I love it. Ooooh, look at the Queen Anne four-poster! Nice touch."

I showed them the walk in closet and then the bath with its large shower. The women were impressed with the vanity and the light system over the double bowl marble sink. I couldn't take any credit for the way it was decorated and told them so. They were still impressed.

It was Debbie who took the bull by the horns. She pulled me away from Denise and literally dragged me over to the bed. She climbed up on it and turned to face me. She was now my height.

"You are just so nice. You're handsome, kind and considerate. I want you to make love to my sister and me. Let's start right now."

She took my hands and placed them on her globes. Her hands were at work unbuttoning my shirt. I felt Denise come up behind me and start to unbuckle my belt. She unbuttoned my slacks and then knelt to remove my shoes and socks. By the time she was finished, Debbie had my shirt open. In no time at all I was naked before the two women. Debbie got off the bed and used the dimmer to reduce the light in the room. Soon it looked like we were in candlelight. I took the remote from the side table and turned on the Love mix on the stereo system. The mood was perfect.

Debbie got back on the bed and started a seductive striptease. Her loose silk blouse was already half unbuttoned so she wasted no time in completing the task. She shrugged the fabric from her shoulders. A black lace shelf bra was now visible. It only provided support, not coverage. Her breasts were firm and her pale skin was accented by the darker color of her areola and nipples. Her skirt zipped up the back and she turned a little, letting me do the deed. As I pulled it off, I revealed a matching garter and panty set. The panty was the crotch less type, open to whatever may come up. The garters suspended the nylon stocking she wore. I notice that the straps were underneath her panties, which would allow me to remove the skimpy garment without bothering the stockings.

She lay down on the bed. She was a vision of loveliness. I turned around, capturing Denise in my arms. "Now it's your turn."

Denise turned shy. "Oh please, let me do it myself. You start with Debbie and I'll join in a minute."

"Not on your life. This 'party' is for YOU and your sister, not your sister alone. Remember, I want you! So ready or not, here I come."

I grabbed the back of her head and neck and pulled her in for a searing kiss. Her knees buckled for the passion in it. My hands roamed over her body a minute and then settled on the task of unbuttoning her blouse. I had it off in no time. I cast it on the chair beside the bed. The white lace of her bra held her massive tits in place. I don't know how because the thing had sheer panels that allowed me to see most of each tit anyway. Her nipples were straining the material trying to escape. I had to reach around with two hands to unhook the 5 hooks holding that thing together. She leaned a little forward as I brought the straps forward. That released the pressure and the cups of her bra emptied.

Next came the moment of truth. I unzipped her skirt and she let it fall. I knelt to pick in up and came face to face (whatever) with Denise's girl cock. She was totally commando under her skirt. I looked at it, fascinated at its size and texture. I touched it, and started gently stroking it. My other hand went underneath and I easily found her slit. Within the folds of her labia were her clit and the moist opening to her vagina. More than just a little juice was coming from the opening. I kissed her thighs, mons and abdomen. I sucked a little on her lower quadrant and she started a wiggle. I had been continually stroking her cock as I did this and I moved slightly toward the center and took her girl cock in my mouth. It tasted as good as I had remembered from the last encounter.

I only gave a couple of licks and sucks on it and then I stood and gently pushed her on the bed next to her sister. I looked at them both lying there. They were two angels; sisters side by side. So what if one of the sisters has a cock as well as a vagina. They were just too beautiful for words. They were kissing and touching each other as I watched. Debbie was situated so she could stroke her sister's cock and Denise was fingering Debbie's cunt at the same time. She was also using her teeth to nip on Debbie's nipples. That stimulation caused the erectile tissue to tighten on each nipple.

I began on Denise by licking and kissing her feet, ankles, calves and thighs. Her cock was hard and erect. I moved up and nuzzled it first. Then I used my tongue to enter her vagina as far as it would reach. As I licked upward toward that cock, I came across her clitoris. I latched on and went to work. My left hand I used to insert two fingers into her wet slit. I used my right hand to stroke her cock as if it were my own. My tongue continued its ministrations on the clit. Debbie had repositioned herself over Denise's face and she was receiving an enthusiastic cunt lapping. She made her hands busy by pulling, pinching and generally abusing Denise's nipples. Denise was keeping her arms close to her sides so her large breasts wouldn't push out over the side of her chest. Her dark areola contrasted with her lighter chest pigment, not to mention the soldiers at attention in the middle of each tit.

As I stroked, I felt two things happening. Denise's cunt started to clamp down on my hand. I reversed its position so I could stroke her G spot. I also felt her cock lengthen and get even harder. Two more things were about to happen. She was going to vaginally orgasm and she was going to spurt her seed out of the cock. My mission (since I choose to accept it) was to cause these two events to occur simultaneously. Debbie's assistance was gratefully accepted, as she knew what was happening. I stroked Denise's cock faster and mirrored the action with the fingers on her spot.

I felt her getting ready to spurt her semen but her cunt was a little behind. Then I remembered her clit. My thumb was brought in as she started. I shifted so my mouth could cover her cock. I swallowed and took her fully into my mouth. My fingers continued the tattoo on her G-spot. She arched her back and held it a lifetime as the orgasmic spasms coursed through her body. She came in my mouth, with me sucking the life giving seed from her rod as fast as I could. She clamped down hard on my fingers with her vaginal muscles as the orgasm ran through her body. She collapsed, spent. She was temporarily out.

I crawled up Debbie until my face was even with hers. I placed my lips on hers and knocked on the door with my tongue. She extended hers into my mouth. She tasted the nectar located there and began sucking it out as fast as she could. Our tongues danced and our hands touched. We explored our bodies together.

She grew impatient and in the end, took my hand and placed it on her cunt, shoving two fingers inside as she did. She was so turned on that she instantly orgasmed. I got on my knees between her legs and pulled her body up to mine. I easily slipped into her vagina because of the lubrication she was producing. I began my thrusting. I continually varied the pacing of my thrusts. Her excitement level rose. She was on sensory overload as I stroked into her tight pussy. I leaned in just a little and I was now stimulating her clit as well. I see her excitement in the flush of pink on her chest. Her natural breasts bobbed up and down as I rammed my rigid tool in her.

A faint wail began sounding as I stroked. I was playing her like a maestro would a fine violin. Her crescendo filled the room with sound of a woman cumming. She would let the whole world know her delight if she were able. I knew the walls were soundproof, but who cares. Her voicing woke Denise. She rolled over into her sister. She lifted one of her heavy globes and rested it on her sister's body. Snuggling in close she began an oral assault on Debbie's body. Nothing was forgotten. She even gave her sister a small hickey on the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Debbie was bucking and pitching in time with my thrusts and then it hit her. It was THE biggest orgasm of her short life. She bucked up, only her shoulders and feet remained in contact with the bed. I jammed my cock as hard as I could in an attempt to enter her cervix at the same time. She exploded, the electricity of the event coursing through her body. She began convulsing with every contraction. Her milking action within her vagina pulled my seed from me. I splattered it against the back wall of her play box. I was filling her so full that the excess was spilling out the sides between my cock and her vaginal opening. As Debbie's arching spasms subsided, Denise moved slightly to allow her face access to our juncture. Her tongue stabbed at the excess fluids as they spilled out.

"No more" she said weakly. "Rest"

I slumped down to the side opposite and held her tight. Denise was doing the same thing on the other side.

"Samantha should be here to experience this" Denise stated.

"She can come over tomorrow and we'll surprise her." Debbie replied.

I looked at the clock. It wasn't even ten o'clock yet. We'd only stayed at Zubar's for about a half hour and we'd been making love for over an hour.

"My darlings, Samantha is home, right?"

The both nodded. "The solution is simple, I shall call my limo driver and have him pick her up and bring her here. You call her and have her pack an overnight bag and ask her to bring your swimsuits. Even though we won't use them, maybe she'll be more comfortable with one. Tell her to expect the limo within a half an hour, ok?

Denise looked at Debbie. She had a pleading look on her face. Finally she said. "I'm going to lose my virginity soon and I'd like our daughter to have the opportunity of lose hers to a loving caring man. She may not be able to find a suitable husband who will treat her as a woman should be treated. We have one right here that will give her the time of her life and he will make sure she cums on her first time. She deserves that. I can't wait myself for that experience. He just finished giving me the best, if not only blowjob a male has ever given me. I want it again and again. But first, I want to feel that cock in me just like you had. Say yes."

With love in her eyes she said yes. She got out of bed and got her cell from her purse. Pushing speed dial she was connected to Samantha in a matter of moments. She only told Sam what she needed to tell her, namely that Denise and she was at the home of the brother of the woman they'd had so much fun with last week. Sam's very bright and she understood the implications in the statement.

"Pack an overnight bag and bring your swimsuit. Get mothers and mine from our dressers. He has a huge pool and a jumbo size back yard with a fifteen-foot privacy fence all around it. You will just love his place. He had a game room full of stuff. He is sending a limo over to pick you up so be ready. I believe he said the limo was a Hummer. Watch for it. I love you too. See you soon."

She closed the cell and replaced it in her bag. She excused herself and went into the bath. Denise followed suit. While they were gone I called the Limo driver direct and told him I had a special package for him to retrieve. He told me he'd have her here in twenty minutes. I told him to give her a ride first, to take about forty minutes. He agreed and hung up.

They came back shortly with big grins on their faces. They each had packed a baby doll negligee in their purses and were both wearing them. Denise wore a red one and Debbie was dressed in white. They would go well with my blue balls as I came immediately erect and ready for action.

"Denise, my love, I want to make love to you. I will be the first male to penetrate the folds of your labia, the first to enter your love canal. I want to make it special for you. Is there anything special you want either of us to do?"

She thought a minute and then said "I'd like Debbie to be behind me and hold me as you make love to me. It would be like you both were making love to me at the same time. Then later I can fuck her ass while you fuck her pussy, just like we did with your sister."

I must have blushed at remembering the way Denise and Samantha fucked me in my cunt and asshole. Denise noticed and immediately began to apologize for making me uncomfortable. I sloughed it off as unimportant and she felt better. I did too when she lovingly kissed me. She certainly was pushing all the right buttons. I used my hand to stimulate her body and her equipment. Debbie was doing the same. I could only imagine the sensations she was feeling by having four hands at once.

It was then I realized I didn't have to imagine. I made a long distance wish. "I want to be able to feel the orgasms of any sex partner I'm in direct contact with, or that may be in secondary contact because of direct contact with the one I am touching. I am able to turn this ability on or off at will. Like my ability to orgasm with a full load of sperm every 5 minutes or so, this ability is permanent."

As soon as I finished I felt my cock stroking a non-existent vagina. I felt my neck being the recipient of kisses and nibbles. While my cock was stroking in the vagina, I also felt a hand rapidly pumping. I look down to see Denise jacking her own cock as I plummeted into the cavern of her vagina. Next a finger was stimulating a non-existent clitoris. It must have been Debbie jilling herself as she held her sister. Soon a tongue was searching my mouth in two different aspects. It was getting a little distracting. I changed the fields of the request and now I only felt the same feelings as Denise. I could feel her sperm starting to rise. I could feel the butterfly tingle of the beginning of her vaginal orgasm. I passed those feelings on to the rest of my body and prepared myself as best I could for the impending tsunami of her orgasms. If I could time it right there would be three simultaneous orgasms and I would feel all of them.

Our combined stimulation did what it was supposed to and Denise began her orgasmic run. Actually her vagina started it first. She was pulsing inside and her spunk then started rising up her cock. I could feel that same feeling and I used my leverage to position my cock at her very center, her cervix. The sensations I was getting from her drove me over the edge and I came in concert with both her vaginal and penile orgasms. Debbie was there to take in as much of the semen her sister produced as she could, hand to mouth. I had overfilled the tank and cum was spilling out of the sides of her cunt.

"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!" Denise exclaimed as she came. "Never!..." She couldn't finish. Tears were in her eyes again and I kissed them away. She grabbed me and fiercely returned the gesture. She turned her head to take kisses from Debbie and I joined in for a three way kiss. I was pinching Debbie's nipple and she suddenly squeaked. The action combined with the erotic activities just moments before caused a small explosion within her. I could feel Denise's vaginal muscles pulsing, squeezing my cock more. I could also feel my cock rubbing her walls and felt the same feeling as she. I was ready and with a quick stroke action I deposited another full load into her. When my hot sperm hit her cervix she came again.

OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHRRRRRGGGHHHHH! And then she was still. She had fainted from the over stimulation. I helped Debbie move her over and tenderly kissed her unmoving lips. I watched the rise and fall of her magnificent chest for a moment and then noticed Debbie watching me.

"Ya caught me!" I said. She placed her hand on the side of my face and kissed me again.

"Yes, I did. I think you love her as much as I do. And I'm not totally sure, but I think you love me too. We have never had a man treat us as you have. I am in awe. And my pussy is tingling again. I want you in me. Before she wakes again. Come here."

She got on the floor, kneeling against the bed and she wiggled her ass, enticing me to enter her.

"Fuck me? Fuck me hard! Put you beautiful cock in me and ram it home. Fill me again with your baby juice. Make me your toy this time."

I was again ready to perform, so I got behind her. Her position was such that I had easy access and indeed, I slipped right in. ALL the way in. She was still quite tight but there was too much lube. I didn't have the friction as before. At this rate it would take awhile. I jack hammered into her. I was working without guidance and she slipped into a state of consciousness that only included herself and her pleasure. Faster and faster I went. Then the fateful slip occurred. I pulled back too far and my cock momentarily left the confines of her velvety sheath. But my rhythm would not be denied and I slammed back into her. This time however, I hit her rosebud instead and instantly a tight fitting glove that wouldn't release its grip smothered my cock.

Debbie howled with pain as I kept driving my rigidity into her. She quickly changed to vocalizations of pleasure as the sensory overload switched from pain to pleasure. I could feel her hand as it replaced the empty spot left when my cock switched holes. I was boiling over and shortly began to spew seed into her bowels. The heat of the cream as it entered her caused her own orgasm to explode. Her muscles clamped down and I had difficulty moving until I deposited more lubricating cream. After a bit I was able to pull out.

"That was sooo sexy" came a voice from the doorway. Looking over, there stood Samantha. "I let myself in through the patio door which was open, but you might want to call the alarm company. The panel is beeping and the failsafe says two minutes."

I reached in the drawer and pulled out the master remote. It was Bluetooth and would reach any receptor on the estate. I entered the sixteen digit alphanumeric code and reset the alarm. Then I froze as I realized that I was naked and there was a sixteen year old standing there looking at me. I quickly strode into the bathroom and closed the door. I took a quick shower to wash my equipment. After toweling off, I wrapped a new towel around my waist and opened the door.

As soon as I came out the sisters pushed past me and shut the door. I was left alone with the teenager and I was almost naked. She was sitting on the bed and she looked at me critically.

She then smiled as began to ask me questions, especially about the sex we had just had. The question she had been avoiding finally came up. "Did you make love to my mother Denise?"

I looked her straight in the eye and said "Multiple times. I sucked her cock and I licked her clit and pussy and I fucked her cunt. She gave me a blowjob besides. And I also fucked and licked and sucked your mother Debbie. They are both excellent lovers and very erotic and desirable."

"What about mom's ... uh ... mom's cock?" she returned to question mode.

"What about it? Her girl cock is very nice and enticing. She tastes superb. I know I want more of it and since all of you are staying the weekend, I'm sure I'll get other chances to make love to that exotic beauty."

I watched her as she bowed her head a little. I could see movement in her crotch. She was turned on and getting an erection. I tried to push the issue.

"I really like sucking on her girl cock. I know what pleasure it gives. I've always been a pussy licker. Why given the chance I'd lick your pussy in a heartbeat. Too bad you don't have a girl cock that I could suck on and play with as I fucked you. I'm sorry if that is too frank for you. You asked and that's how I feel."

She said that's not shocking and to wait just a minute. She knocked on the bathroom door and it opened. She went in for a minute and when she came out she was wearing a tan satin nightgown. As she walked toward me, I could see she was excited. I pretended again.

"So what's this? It looks like you came to the party to have sex. Is that true?" I asked feigning bewilderment.

"Did you mean what you said before I left? Did you really wish you could fuck me and wish I had a girl cock that you could suck? Did you mean it or were you just teasing me?" her eyes flashed as she asked.

"Of course I meant it. I don't say what I don't mean. You don't know me well enough, but that is the truth."

"Well OK then, for your information, you can just suck my cock. I have a girl cock too." And with that she lifted up the nightgown to show off her beautifully formed girl cock. She held it up a little until it reached board like rigidity. Her nipples were hard as tacks and piercing the top of the nightgown. I reached my hand over to her and she took it. I pulled her in close and took her cock in my hand and started slowly stroking. At the same time my other hand reached up and pulled her face up to mine. I tilted my head slightly and moved in. she completed the distance and hungrily sought after entrance to my mouth. The kiss was electric. I swear I saw sparks. This sixteen-year-old nymph with a cock was on fire. My free hand started to roam over the slick satin fabric of her gown. She got up on the bed with me and straddled my legs. I continued to stroke her cock and she rose up, and then jammed down on my cock, breaking her hymen. I could feel a little trickle of blood as she sat still, wide eyed. My stroking distracted her and soon the pain was gone, replaced as the pleasure receptors took over. Up and down she began riding. I had to use one hand to steady myself but the other hand was able to continue jacking her cock.

She pulled the gown over her head and began to maul her grapefruit size breasts. As we continued our fucking, her mothers joined us. They took positions on either side, using hands and lips to stimulate her. I could feel the tingling in her abdomen as the beginnings of an orgasm touched her senses. As her orgasm grew, my desire grew. My load of sperm was at the gate, ready and waiting to enter this vessel. I knew it was time as her feeling became almost unbearable. I could hold off no longer and blasted my way into her very being. My swimmers cast out, seeking the prize. She spasmed continually. Denise had her tit on my face and I was sucking away. She had to move away which left my mouth available. Samantha tilted forward and continued fucking, just like her mother had. Her clit was tingling and so was her cock. I could feel the change as her sperm charged up the channel seeking release. She came again, this time through her cock, spilling her seed over my abdomen. The she passed out.

Her mother Denise carefully lifted her spoiled body off me and laid her on the bed while her mother Debbie cleaned her sperm off me with her mouth and tongue. Whispering in case Samantha could hear, they said 'Thank you'. I told them quietly that I would make love to her again, several times this weekend. And I reaffirmed that I would make love to the two of them too.

"The bed is big enough for all of us" I pointed out. "Lets all get some rest."

The sisters agreed and I was positioned with my arms around Samantha. Denise had her huge mammaries up against me, with one up on my body and petite Debbie was on Samantha's other side, snuggled up in spooning position. In as short time, everyone in the room was asleep.



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Chapter 10


I awoke the next morning refreshed. What woke me was a mouth sucking on my cock. I looked and saw Samantha working diligently on pleasing me. Denise and Debbie were not in the room.

"My mothers thought it might be nice if I had some alone time with you," she said as she took a break from sucking.

I smiled warmly at her and said "Turn around, we can please each other."

Excitedly she shifted position. Her 5-inch girl cock was rigid as a pole and right there over top. I teased her by kissing her thighs, her labia and every place but her cock. She was sucking me with a vengeance and wiggling her ass in an attempt to get me to suck her.

"Enough of the teasing" she snapped. "Get serious!"

I didn't verbally respond. I engulfed her cock with tongue and mouth. Her hips almost immediately began an involuntary rocking motion, as if she were fucking my mouth. She tasted so good, especially when her pussy started adding its juices to the mix. I kept my hands busy. First I played with her delightful titties. They were smaller than Denise's but seemed to be about the same size as Debbie's. Her nipples were pink but flushed with blood from her excitement. I kept one hand working her breasts and nipples while I brought the other over my head and began playing with her wet pussy. I inserted one, then another finger into her recently deflowered orifice.

"Ooooooh, careful. I'm a little tende..." That's all she got out as my fingers found her G spot and she spasmed with pleasure. Her cock jerked in my mouth at the same time. I pulled a vacuum on it and sucked the cum out of it as she exploded. Her cum tasted sweet. At the same time a torrent of pussy juice came flooding out of her sopping cunt. Multiple shudders wracked her body as the course of her orgasm progressed. She'd stopped sucking on me to enjoy the fruits of my labors on her sex. I reached down and grabbed on to her nipples and squeezed as hard as I could. She screamed and came again. Her cock spewed its juices not more than a second later and my face was awash with pussy juice. Samantha fell over on to the bed, begging for rest.

I wasn't ready to rest yet. As she lay there in the afterglow of her orgasm, I turned around and got on top of her, carefully extending her cock up to get it out of the way. Slowly I inserted my rock hard prick into her warm soft cunt. It felt like heaven. Slowly I stroked in an out. Her cunt was contracting and I got the rhythm down so I was pulling back each time she contracted. As her contraction subsided, I pushed forward again, softly striking bottom with each thrust. Her chest grew scarlet again as she approached yet another orgasm. I was ready and as she doubled up with the contraction of the orgasm I brought forth great quantities of sperm, flushing her insides with the potent material. Her body twitched with the electrical firings of disjointed muscle groups as she came.

My orgasm complete, I rolled off to one side as she continued to spasm. Her hand flew up and down on her cock as she prolonged the orgasm with the stimulation of her penis. I gave her a hand (literally) by playing with her labia and clitoris. As she neared the zenith of her excitement, I again inserted two fingers into her and went right to the spot of her center. That was all it took. She let out a blood-curdling scream. The bedroom door flew open as her mothers burst in. They were just in time to see Samantha ejaculate. The first volley was so strong that although they were ten feet away, both ended up with Samantha's sperm on their bare chests. They smiled and nodded. Debbie put her arm around Denise's waist and turned slightly to lick the cum that had splattered on Denise's boob. Denise's reaction was to have her nipple pop out stiff. Debbie's free hand was casually stroking the convenient cock that had popped up.

We rested for a while and then I took Samantha to the shower. We played a little in the shower, but I was hungry and I'm sure Sam was too. I pulled on my swim trunks and Sam pulled out hers from the bag she brought. She put on the top first. It just barely covered her pointy nipples. It was bright yellow and I could almost see her areola. The bottom piece must have been Lycra because it stretched tight as she pulled it on and tucked her cock down across her labia. It sure did hold her in place. Her genital area looked almost normal. The clincher was the short skirt part of the piece. To look at her you could not tell she was extra special.

"Wow" I exclaimed. "That suit is soo hot!"

"Yes, I know." She said with a laugh. "I designed it myself. I was tired of wearing the frumpy old lady suits that mother Debbie would buy. She had a professional seamstress make me six different colored sets. They all hide my equipment. If I get an erection, it hurts and I go flaccid again, so I don't worry when I'm out with my friends. This worked so well that we had regular panties made too, for me to wear to school. Once they were done, I gained a whole lot of confidence. I didn't have to worry about sporting a "woodie" like the boys at school."

I could see the mirth in her eyes. I suggested we go down and see what her mothers were up to. She slipped her hand into mine as we went in search. We got to the kitchen and found the missing mothers. They were making themselves at home and cooking breakfast. I thought I'd smelt bacon and sausage cooking. They also had made eggs, pancakes and toast with jam. There was even a plate of deviled eggs.

"Oh good, you're here. As you can see, breakfast is ready. Have a seat and we'll dig in." mother Denise said. She was wearing a suit similar to Sam, except it was black, with white highlights. Her bra was larger and it provided some support. That caused her tits to project out forward. I could see the pointers centered in the fabric but left them alone. Debbie had on a more traditional style bikini. Except for one thing. It was a Wicked Weasel suit and I'd have to call it micro size. The bottom barely covered her puffy labial folds. The top tried to cover her areolas and lost. She was sticking out on both sides. The nipple was covered, but someone had been playing with it recently as it was engorged with blood and poking out about a quarter inch. I left the two foxy ladies alone thought. I was hungry. 


After blessing the food, we dug in and devoured "mass quantities of sustenance" (ala Coneheads). I'll give them this they sure could cook. Everything was excellent!! It was much better than the Capt'n Crunch I'd planned on having. We all helped with cleanup. I said since we were all dressed for it, let's go out to the pool. I got a hearty YES from all three women. I kept beach towels in a closet in the cabana and had plenty of chairs. I stretched out on my favorite chair and Debbie and Denise dragged two more over next to me. They stretched out and each held one of my hands. Sam went straight for the diving board. As we watched she executed several perfect dives. She looked like a mermaid as she sliced through the water, leaving only ripples.

"She certainly has gained confidence." Denise said. "I didn't realize just how much. Oh sometimes I wish I'd been able to do that. I just couldn't though because we didn't have these suits or the materials to make them when I was her age."

I sympathized with her and she asked me to put some oil on her skin so she wouldn't burn. I readily agreed. I expected her to turn over, but she just reached around and unhooked her top and pulled it off. Just looking at her melons caused an erection to start forming. I was at full staff after applying a generous amount of oil to her tender flesh.

I fired up the propane grill about 11:30 and provided hot dogs and hamburgers to the ladies. We had a variety of chips and I got them their choice of sodas with the wallet. It was fun just pulling the cold bottle out of the wallet. I had to chuckle.

After eating, I cranked out the patio umbrellas to provide some shade for the ladies against the afternoon sun. It was going to be a real baking sun and I didn't want to burn. Both Debbie and Samantha had followed Denise's lead and removed their tops, too. I could really get used to the view. About two in the afternoon, as we lazed around the pool, Debbie's cell rang. She'd brought it outside. We had been cutting up and laughing, but her countenance changed when the other person spoke. Debbie turned serious and when she got a chance she covered the phone with her hand and said "Aunt Rose".

This caused the other two to sit up. They both fumbled with their tops, hurriedly putting them on. Sam helped her mother hook up the top.

Debbie spoke out a little louder. "Yes Aunt Rose we are swimming at a friend's house. You say you just got in at Love Field?"

Denise explained. "Aunt Rose and our mother lived together until Mother died six years ago. Aunt Rose left and went on an extended world tour. She just flew back in to Dallas and wants us to pick her up.

I grabbed my phone and speed dialed the Limo. I got Rose's last name and her flight number and gave it to the operator. I sent them right out and they would arrive at the baggage check in ten minutes. I spoke out so my voice would carry into Debbie's cell phone.

"I've got a Limo dispatched to Love. It will be at the baggage check area in ten minutes. The driver will be looking for her." I nearly shouted.

"Who's that?" Rose asked "What's this about a Limo. You can't afford one and I certainly won't pay for one. That was definitely a male voice."

There was accusation in her tone. Debbie told her not to worry, that she would be all right. The friend would take care of everything. He is wealthy and extremely nice. In a whisper she admitted that he (meaning I) was very handsome and passionate. She could hear her aunt sputter and she told Rose she would see her soon and cut off the call.

"Oh yes! That was a trip. That was really fun getting her goat like that. I wonder what she's thinking. Can you imagine? I told her WE were being entertained by this man here (she wrapped both arms around me again) and were having the time of our lives. She knows you and Sam are here also. I can't wait for her to get here. She always was an old stick in the mud, especially when it came to you, Denise."

"I know it. But she said it was for my own good. It will be good to see her again. The postcards just aren't the same as having her here. Remember she was with us from the time we were babies until mom died."

"Well I can't wait to see Aunt Rose again" Sam interjected. "She hasn't seem me since I was nine, almost 10. I can't wait to shock her with my swimsuit. It will floor her."

"Is there anything I should know so I don't stick my foot in my mouth?" I asked innocently. The reply took about five minutes but I was up to speed. I excused myself for a couple of minutes to get a gaudy Hawaiian shirt to wear and came back outside. Denise had put on a white fishnet cover-up, which actually covered nothing. It actually accentuated her feminine attributes. Debbie's suit was good enough and she just sat back down and relaxed. We all went back to our former activities, namely having a good time.

Forty minutes later the security buzzer at the gate sounded. I went to the control console and activated the gate to let the limo in. It was a shorter Lincoln Continental limo and it pulled up to the front door. As I was opening the front door, the ladies joined me. The driver got out and opened the back door. A long pair of shapely legs came into view. A hand was extended and the driver took it, assisting the woman from the back seat. As she stood up, she kept going and going. In the end she was taller than the driver. She looked to be almost as tall as me, if not more so.

Striking is a word I'd use for her. Her short gray hair was cropped close to her head. She had a minimal amount of makeup, showing that she had natural beauty she didn't need to cover or enhance. The lines of her suit were trim. She bulged nicely on top and her hips flared slightly. Her hemline was about 6 inches above the knees and I saw no problem with her legs. They were perfect. Her bearing was regal and proud as she stood waiting. She kinda reminded me of one of my favorite actresses, Jamie Lee Curtis. Jamie Lee usually made me hard, especially when I watch the scene in True Lies where she's dressed in black bra and panties. Of course she was younger then but still the same...

Sam burst from the doorway and ran, tits jiggling all the way, to her Aunt. She threw her arms around the woman in welcome. Debby and Denise unfroze and hurried down the steps to greet their aunt. They all made a fuss over her. The driver had removed the cases from the trunk and I waved to him to bring them up to the house.

"Oh no, no, no. I'm not staying here." She said. "I just came here because my nieces sent for me. I will be staying at their place."

"Nonsense," I interrupted. "I have plenty of room here and you will be my guest!"

"Oh goody" Sam exclaimed.

"Really?" Debbie asked.

"Yes, really. My staff is out of town but will be back Sunday night. While you are in town you are my guest. Sam, and your nieces can stay here with you or whatever. Please, let me be your host."

She looked at me dumbfounded. I'm sure she didn't know what to say. The ladies pleaded with her and assured her I was a complete gentleman and that they would be here also. It took a little convincing but she agreed. I had the driver place the luggage in the foyer and handed him a 50. I told him the ride was paid from my account and the fifty was for him. I now had two drivers that would do just about anything for me.

They all came in the house and I carried her luggage upstairs while the ladies took her into the living room. I put her stuff in the first bedroom on the left at the top of the stairs. Just as I was leaving the room, Debbie came tearing up the stairs.

"Quick, which two rooms can we say we are using?" There was a little panic written on her face. I indicated the two adjacent rooms on the right. "Good, muss up the bed. I don't think she'll check the bathrooms, so this should do."

Debbie pulled the bed apart and repositioned the pillow to look like someone slept there. I did the same with the other room.

"What about a room for Sam?" I asked.

"Don't worry about it. Aunt Rose knows Denise and I sleep together."

Problem solved. She hurried back down the stairs, racing to the kitchen. By the time I got to the living area, Debbie was serving drinks to all, as if nothing else happened.

We chatted for a while and Rose indicated she'd like to freshen up and put on something a little more comfortable. I escorted her up the stairs and indicated the room on the left as hers. Instead she opened up the room on the right and looked in. The bed was mussed up as if some one had slept there. With a smile and a nod, she closed the door and opened the one I originally indicated. I told her the bath was on the left and closet was on the right in each room. I told her to come down to the pool area when she was ready. The thanked me as I closed the door.

I returned to the kitchen where the girls were talking a mile a minute. As I entered, they turned to me with concerned looks on their faces.

"I think it's OK, she looked in the other bedroom and saw the bed was messed up. I think she bought it, for now."

"Good. She was always overbearing and protective, especially of Denise." Debbie explained. "We really didn't have much freedom growing up, even me with my normal sex equipment."

"We only turned to each other in desperation at first. We found we liked it and have been together ever since. Samantha is a result of our love." They all hugged and kissed each other. Man, was I jealous of that family. They were so happy. If only mom were here...

I just happen to be taking a big drink of my soda when Rose stepped out onto the patio. Some of it went down the wrong pipe when I laid my gaze upon her. The suit she was wearing was essentially a one piece, but there were gaps in the fabric that showed her body. All of the abdomen area was open up to the underside of her breasts. They projected out away from her body and there was very little crease below. She could NOT capture a pencil under her breasts. There was a big oval hole not more than two inches above that, showing off a clear chest and a sizable amount of cleavage. Her sides were bare and the back plunged to the top of her iliac crest. The front was stretched tight and there was a skirt around the front. The bottom of the back of the suit cut across her ass cheeks, showing a lot of skin.

It was sexier than Debbie's suit. I looked for signs of age on the woman and could only find crows feet at the corners of her eyes. She gracefully flowed across the distance between us, her eyes capturing mine. She leaned in close and said "Thank you." And then kissed my full on the lips. Her hand caressed my manhood, which had risen to the occasion.

"Thank you for... ?" I asked flustered.

"Why, for you salute of appreciation for this old hag body of mine" she said, a cat like grin on her lips. She slowly licked them with her tongue and she glanced down again at my package. It was straining to get loose.

She sat in one of the chairs at the table and sipped on her ice tea. She asked Samantha to demonstrate some of her diving. Sam was so please to be asked. She went through a whole routine on the one-meter board. Every dive cut flawlessly through the water. She did more and more difficult moves. Then she moved to the three-meter board. I found out the pool was a diving pool at 22 feet deep and the three meter setup had been stored behind the cabana. Joe had installed it for me. I'm glad he did.

Graceful as a bird in flight, Sam repeated her performance on the 3-meter board. Her most amazing dive was a double gainer in pike position with a twist at the end. If she had been diving in the Olympics, the judges would have scored her a 10. It was absolutely beautiful to watch. As she surfaced she heard the applause. She got out of the pool and dried off as she came over to us. She kissed her mothers, thanking them and then her Aunt Rose. She thanked her also for watching. Then Sam purposefully strode over to me and kissed me full on the lips, tongue and all. I could do nothing but accept it as she had captured my hands as was holding them out to the side so I couldn't resist.

Yes, my cock rose yet again. Aunt Rose noticed but said nothing as a thoughtful look came over her. That worried me a little but I soon forgot about it as the laughing and giggling took over. The three girls were having fun with their aunt. I took the opportunity to look more carefully at Rose. I could swear I saw a close resemblance between her and Denise. There was a similar resemblance in Debbie but not as strong. This gave me pause as I began to wonder. Her nieces decided to swim a bit but she begged off. When the three were in the pool, she came over to me and sat.

Oh shit, here it comes I thought.

"So what do you think of my nieces and grand niece?" she asked coyly. I was wary because I didn't trust her, yet.

"Wonderful women. I am very enamored with them all." I replied.

"And my niece Debby. How do you find her"?

"I like her a lot. She's great to be with, had a superb wit and is an excellent dancer besides. Just last night we danced for what seemed like hours." I responded.

"I'll bet. And what about my other niece, Denise. How about her."

"She is simply the best. She has charmed me and captured my heart. I love being around her.

"Humm. So you are in love with her?"

"It's too soon to speak of love. I do know I care deeply for both of them." I began to get inkling as to what this was about. I waited for the next query.

"You do know they are unusual ladies, especially Denise, don't you?" she asked slyly, getting to the point at last.

"Yes, I do know they are special. I wouldn't have them any other way. I love them for who they are."

"So, you claim you know them. Let's just see. DENISE!" she called out. "Come here this instant!"

I'm sure Denise was expecting this. She got out of the pool and the other two followed. Aunt Rose, a stern look on her face, indicated that Denise sit next to me. Debbie and Samantha stood behind her, each with a hand on Denise's shoulder.

Rose began "The man says he knows you. I don't think he really does. He says he loves you both and I think in a moment we will find out. Stand up, Denise."

Cowering, she stood. Her aunt reached up and pulled the top that was covering Denise's breasts.

"You are probably interested in these. They were given to her by her mother. Aren't they full and delectable looking?" Rose ran her hand across the globes and when her hand hit Denise's nipple, they immediately responded, reaching forth for more.

Rose was watching me. I was growing angry. I'd had just about enough. Before she could say another work I stood, pulled Denise to me and hugged her tight. "Trust Me," I whispered to her.

"Now then" I said as I turned to face Rose. "I suppose you are now going to remove her suit bottom. Well let me." I jerked the bottoms down and within seconds Denise's cock was flying high in the breeze. "I have had the opportunity to taste this delicious morsel, lock, stock and cock. I found her bright, beautiful and loving. I eagerly accepted her for what she is, a gorgeous woman with some extra equipment. I've sucked her dry and I was the one to take her virginity. My cock is the first male cock to enter her vagina." My trunks were jerked down and a hand began stroking my cock.

"Furthermore, Denise and I were the first to take Debbie in both cunt and ass at the same time. She loves it and I plan to have more later today. I will also have you know that Samantha isn't a virgin any more either." Sam had stripped and her she was stroking her cock in tempo with mine. She was jacking both of us off and Rose only just now noticed her naked body.

"These women have been denied male company. It's a problem I've taken care of for the moment. I don't know how long we'll be lovers, if at all. I do know they were starving and I satisfied their need. I thoroughly enjoyed it."

"I'm not bi-sexual or anything like that. I just see her girl cock as a different appendage. One that can give pleasure as well as get pleasure. It is a real turn on to see her pumping her cock into Debbie and watch as her tits bounce with each thrust. Her orgasm has got to be special because more than once last night while we were fucking, I felt her vaginal orgasm and watched as her cock spewed her jizm out, coating our bodies or being swallowed by Debbie."

Rose looked like she was in shock. She hadn't taken her eyes off of Sam's and my cocks. Her hands were absently playing with her tits. Her eyes were glazed over and her lids were lowered slightly. I stepped towards her and thrust my cock forwarded. Her mouth opened automatically and her tongue circled my cock. She brought one hand up to fondle my balls and her other hand continued on her tits. She stuck that hand up through the hole in her suit to get skin on skin contact. I unbuttoned the top straps and let them fall, exposing her breasts to the sunlight. They were not all that big but were in excellent shape. Her areolas were dark brown and about four inches in diameter. She had little nipples in the center but they were as hard as nails.

She continued sucking my cock like an expert. I was ready to cum from the stimulation I'd been having all afternoon with the girls. I felt the sperm rising and I put my hand behind her head to make sure she continued on. My rod grew and she accommodated me. She knew I was coming and she sucked harder. I bellowed out my release. She sucked it all in. She didn't spill a drop. When I was done, Samantha stuck her cock in her Great Aunt's mouth and was treated to a blowjob as well. Samantha came with gusto and as she stepped back, I nudged Denise. She took a tentative step forward when Rose reached out and grasped the presented cock and sucked Denise deep into her mouth. As the phrase goes, Denise came like a Russian Race Horse. Again Rose did not spill a drop.

Rose's eyes cleared as if consciousness had returned. She looked at me and then at her nieces. "What just happened?" she asked. "I just gave a man, my niece and grand niece blow jobs. But that still doesn't say anything about you." She looked directly at me.

"Rose, you don't seem to understand." I said as I pulled Denise close to me. She was holding on to Debbie and Deb moved with her. "Now watch and learn what love is"

I began kissing Denise down low as Debbie did the same above. Debbie's attention to Denise's breasts and neck brought her to attention again. Denise was flush with excitement. Debbie was getting into it also and Samantha removed Debbie's top and bottom while she took pleasure in Denise. I was going full bore with Denise's cock. Her cunt was leaking profuse amounts of fluid and I took a moment to pointedly scoop some of the fluid into my mouth. Rose was touching herself. One hand was on her bare tits and the other was rubbing her groin.

It didn't take us long to really get into what we were doing. I told Denise to turn around as I sat in on of the sturdy upright deck chairs. I positioned her over my cock and she slowly sunk down on it, burying it to the hilt. "See, he took my cherry yesterday. Oh it feels soo good. I came over and over until I passed out." She pointed out to Rose the facts.

"Debbie, darling" I called out. "Why don't you sit on your sisters cock? I know it will give you even more pleasure. She almost tripped over herself getting in position, sitting on her sister's cock. I reached around them both and started playing with Debbie's tits and clit. I heard a moan in stereo. Both Samantha and Rose were busy playing with themselves and enjoying it. Debbie wanted a little more so she lifted up and then buried Denise's cock into her back door. It was so tight that Denise had a little trouble moving.

Debbie felt full, but something was missing. She reached over and grabbed Samantha's free hand. "Come here, darling. Help your mother out." She pulled Sam between her legs and helped the girl put her girl cock in her mother's vagina. "Oh yes, that's so good. Now daughter, fuck you mother. Give me your sperm." Denise came, first spewing her seed into Debbie's bowls, and then dousing my groin with her cunt juices. The hot sperm in her ass and the feel of the two cocks rubbing together through the thin membrane separating pussy from rectum brought her to quick release. The pressure on her cock, the touch of the moving phallus touching her and the vocalizations of her mothers all contributed to Samantha's orgasm that followed. Sated, my ladies slowly got off and we all looked at Rose.

She was a mess and she was crying. Sam and Debbie tried to console her without success. After a few minutes, I got up, picked Rose up and carried her inside. She was still crying and the others followed me. I effortlessly carried her up to her room and gently laid her on the bed. As I started to leave, she quickly grabbed my hand. "Please stay" a small voice said.

I sat on the edge of the bed as the others gathered around. They were concerned that they had gone too far. I held her hand and caressed her cheek. It was smooth and free of wrinkles. I couldn't help but look at her chest. Yes, there was some sag to her titties as she lay on the bed. They did flatten out a bit. But there still was some definition. I kept my hands to myself as I felt we had a delicate balance going on. Her crying decreased dramatically. Debbie started to speak but I silenced her with a shake of my head.

When she stopped crying, I wiped a tear away and bent down, covered her mouth with mine and tickled her lips with my tongue. Eagerly she accepted the intrusion and they danced in her mouth for a time. When I came up for air, she was feebly smiling and her nipples were pointing skyward, erect as the Royal Guard at Windsor Palace. I stroked her face again. Realization hit me like a brick. I knew what needed to be done.

"So you see. We do have feeling for each other. I do know that these two beautiful women have cocks as well as cunts and that they are women, fantastically sexy women. The have needs that I have fulfilled. But I think also you have needs, don't you."

I waited for her reply. When I didn't go on, she knew she had to answer. "Yes" came the small contrite voice.

"I thought so. It's been years, hasn't it? Ever since their mother died, right?"

"Yes" again.

"But I'll bet my last nickel that it's more than that. It's been for as long as you've lived hasn't it."

A look of terror came across her face. I had guessed the truth. "No, No." she insisted.

Because she was so adamant, she confirmed my suspicion. I looked at her. She didn't look the sixty-two years she'd been on this earth. It was more like mid forties. She was still a vivacious woman, to be desired. I told her I was going to make love to her.

"NO you can't!" she said forcefully.

"Yes I can. I don't care that you too have a cock down there. I think you need some loving. It will help you to become whole again. The loss of your beloved spouse had turned you sour. Now it's time to finish your grieving and get on with it."

I spoke these words and other soothing words as I gently pulled her suit down. She did help by raising her hips as the suit bunched up. I gently released her magnificent six-inch cock, which immediately filled with blood at my touch. I stroked it lightly. My hand moved down and I found her vagina. Imagine my surprise when I found an intact hymen. I looked back at her.

"We never did. I was hoping I could find a man that would love me even though that monstrosity was there." Tears welled up again.

I shushed her again. I continued my soft words of praise for her body. I began touching her all over. The girls went around the bed and climbed up. The trio was also nude. They began touching and kissing their Aunt. We stayed clear of her groin for awhile until the unmistakable rocking of her pelvis told us she was turned on and horny. I shifted my position and spread out between her legs so my mouth would be right there. I touched her cock for the first time. She flinched. It was the very first time a man had touched her there. I ran my fingers over her labia and my tongue washed her cock. I took her in and she came. All those years built up inside her came flooding out. Her cum was a little bitter, but not bad enough to spit out. I lavished praise on her for her production. She smiled for the first time them. She has a beautiful smile.

Samantha had been licking my cock and asshole and I was hard and ready. I repositioned myself, kneeling at the alter of Rose's virginity. Samantha came up to her head and told Rose that it was OK. She told her she lost her virginity last night to me and I was expert.

"Rose dear. This will hurt. There is no way around it unless a doctor gives you anesthesia and cuts it. Now once I break it I will slide all the way in and I will stop moving. I will wait for you for as long as it takes. When you are able to move again, it will begin to feel wonderful."

"Listen to him Aunt Rose" Samantha said. "It feels wonderful. I get those butterflies in my stomach when he does me. Then I cum in both places." She leaned over and kissed me a short kiss. Then she was back at Rose's head, her breasts dangling in Rose's face as she leaned over.

"Are you ready?" I asked. With trepidation she nodded her head. At that moment Denise bent over, her huge melons dragging across Rose's body. She began a kiss meant to distract. Debbie was rubbing my cock against Rose's opening and Rose was coating it with her vaginal secretions. I moved all the way forward and applied pressure as Debbie guided me. I was in position and Debbie began sucking on Rose's cock and jiggling her clit at the same time. Rose bucked up in excitement and my cock slammed deep into her folds. I remained perfectly still. Debbie, Denise and Samantha were continuing plying their aunt with tongues and mouths. Stephanie had given her great aunt a hickey. Soon the rhythmic rocking of her pelvis began. It had started to feel good. I moved some and she moaned.

"Oh god that's sooo goood. Yes. Yes." She cried. She got louder as she worked her pussy on my cock. "Oh fuck that's so nice. Fuck me hard. Oh yes I love it. Fuck this old lady with that big cock. Slam you rod into me. Make me cum."

Her vocalizations were getting raunchier as I slammed my cock deep into her wet cunt. Debbie was sucking and jacking at the same time. Samantha had entered her mother's vagina while Rose was sucking on Denise's cock. Rose was also fondling the four breasts presented up there. Rose was close. Very close. The cock and pussy on her face muffled her scream. Just as her vaginal orgasm hit, her penis erupted with sperm. Debbie didn't miss a drop. My own orgasm hit right after her first spasm. I sprayed her insides for the first time with my goo. The heat from it brought an immediate spasm in reply. I shivered at my release. Gently I pulled out of her ruined vagina and took my original position. Debbie was licking her lips.

"It tastes better the second batch." She said as she shared with me. I had to agree. I lifted Rose's legs up a bit and began to lick her cunt clean. I stroked her cock as I did and I felt her cum again on my tongue as I cleaned her. By that time Samantha had orgasmed in her mother's womb and her mother had ejaculated in Aunt Rose's mouth.

Exhausted, everyone collapsed on the bed. Rose reached down and pulled on my head, wanting me to come up to her face. When I arrived she said simple "Thank you" and kissed me as a lover would. I lay beside her. Sam was closest on the other side and then I felt Denise's large mammaries push into my back. I turned my head; she kissed me and said "Stud". Debbie snuggled up to her daughter, her hand hanging over top, playing with Sam's titflesh. Everyone was touching and caressing Rose. We all fell asleep.



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Chapter 11


When we woke, Debbie, Denise and Samantha were gone. I was holding Rose in my arms. She was draped across my body. My underneath arm was tingling a little from the pressure. I moved it so it was not actually under her and the feeling came back. I was relieved that I didn't wake her. It had been a traumatic and emotional experience for her. I felt like she now could handle anything and face the world with a new outlook.

She moved a little on me and began to wake up. I held her and stroked her body as she moved. Lithe like a cat she stretched. My hand happened to fall against her breast as she moved and she grasped it, holding it in place.

"Hello handsome." She said as her eyes opened. "I didn't scare you off after all. Please understand I only was thinking of my dau ... uh uh, nieces." She flushed.

"No, dearest you were right the first time. Daughters. I'm certain that Denise is your biological daughter. She looks too much like you to have just a familial resemblance. Debbie is a little further distant. Why don't you give us the truth? It's alright, no one will hate and no one will blame."

"I'm afraid. It's a secret we kept. Then it was forced on me when Marlene died. I don't know if I can let it out," she wept.

"If you want I'll help. You will have to participate, but I think I have it right. You will need to confirm or correct." We talked for another fifteen minutes and got up. I went into the closet, carrying the wallet and it produced a beautiful long flowing chiffon gown. It was sheer on top and her body looked superb in it. She was pleased with it. I also made me a silk smoking jacket. It was luxurious. And short. I didn't know if my equipment would be covered if I sat down. I brought along similar gowns for the others and we descended the staircase. The trio was in the living room, stark naked. I passed out the robes, chosen for them by their coloring. Man was I a lucky man. Four exotically beautiful women aged 16 to 62 and sexual powerhouses all.

"Ladies please have a seat. I have some news. Please let me tell it all before you interrupt, ok?"

When every one agreed I preceded to tell what I knew. Obviously Debbie, Denise and Sam were blindsided by the fact that Rose was a hermaphrodite. Rose flinched a bit at the stigma of the word to her. I reminded them that functional hermaphrodites have both sexes and that they both work. Usually the scrotum in on the outside and the genitals look just like me. However in a small incidence of cases, the hermaphrodite has cryptorchidism. The testicles are inside the body cavity. "This is the type that you all are," I said.

"Because you have both organs you have both hormones. Usually the more dominant equipment determines which gender you adopt. Obviously, you three are female dominant. This is why you don't have overly large cocks and you get great satisfaction with your pussy and clit. Along with this is the fact that you produce viable sperm. Samantha is a product of the idea that it wouldn't work. By the way, everyone in this room is glad you're were made, Sam"

"There is one other thing that needs to be covered at this point. We know the sperm is viable. Denise weren't you admonished over and over again about not getting sperm near your vagina. And haven't you taken extreme precautions to prevent that from occurring?"

"Yes. Mother and Aunt Rose were always after me once they found out I was jacking off about not getting messy."

"Did you ever think why?" I asked gently.

"No, I guess they didn't want to clean up the mess..." her voice trailed off as a light bulb lit. "Oh my God" she whispered.

"You three are second and third generation hermaphrodites. You had a first generation hermaphrodite to teach you. Rose wasn't so lucky. As a young person she tried to fit in. No one was available to help her. She bumbled around. When boys discovered she had a cock, the news spread like wildfire. She was treated as a freak and the family had to move. Finally she quit trying. She started with ladies. They were nicer. Then she found your mother, Marlene and they became lovers for life. Marlene didn't care and got fringe benefits besides. But Rose got careless and became pregnant."

"But her hymen, it was intact, I saw it!" exclaimed Samantha.

"That's because her pelvis is shaped more like a mans, and there is not enough room for vaginal delivery. She had her baby cesarean. Did you notice the faint abdominal scar? I did."

I went over a sat down next to Denise and continued my story. "The baby was delivered and was perfect, except for one little detail. The baby had a little penis and a vagina. Perfect in every other way with beautiful blue eyes and copper red hair. Marlene and Rose were so proud of you Denise"

She just sat there, staring at her father/mother. Now she knew. Knew the whole truth. She covered her face and cried. I held her close and Rose closed the distance in a second. The tears turned out to be tears of joy. The two women kissed each other and all of a sudden there was an explosion of words.

"Now I know my father." Denise said. She was overjoyed. The chatter went on for a little before I interrupted them.

"I have more," I stated. They quieted down quickly. "Marlene and Rose were happy with their charge. And the baby grew like a weed. About a month and a half after the birth, Marlene began to get sick. She couldn't seem to keep anything down. They went to the doctor and he did some tests including taking some blood. They went back later for his report. He had a stern look on his face as they sat opposite him. 'Well, it looks like the rabbit died.' His pronouncement meant that Marlene was pregnant. Do you know what that means, Debbie?"

Recognition sank in. "Daddy" she screamed and jumped into Rose's lap, kissing and hugging her neck.

"No, sweetie, I am your sire, but I prefer you call me mom. I would like it if both of you call me mom. I've been so ashamed that we didn't tell you sooner, but it was your mother's wish and I couldn't deny her anything. To me she hung the stars in the sky. In her will she asked me to tell but I just couldn't. That's why I left. I'd been avoiding the chore. Then this marvelous man, this wonderful, intelligent sexy man forced me. He took my virginity and then he forced me to tell you the truth. I don't know how I will ever thank him. But I will try and keep trying to my dying day."

She turned to me, took my hands and placed one on her chest and one on her lap. I touched the smooth fabric and what was underneath as we kissed as lovers would. Then there was a jam pile as the other three joined in.

"Oh grandma, I'm so happy" Samantha said with tears of joy in her eyes. "I have a real grandma again!"

"Yes you do and I'm going to spoil you rotten!" Rose replied. They were all having a big love fest and I got out of the way. I figured they would discover the lateness of the hour and be hungry so I went to the fridge and took the steaks out that I'd prepared yesterday. I stoked the grill and shoved the baked potatoes in the back. I went about the chore of making a tossed green salad. I put in some extras like green olives and such. I made a hors' dourves tray and got a couple of bottles of Bollenger '56 to go with the meal. I had the green peas ready and I baked some garlic bread and made some French fries in the fryer. I cooked the majority of the meat medium but my own preference is medium rare. The big one was for me and when it stopped mooing it was done!

I had the table set in the dining room by the time I removed the steaks and potatoes from the grill. Once everything was ready, I returned to the living room. I reached my hand out to Rose and said

"My lady, lunccheon is served. May I have the honor of escorting you?"

Rose blushed like a schoolgirl, giggled and just nodded her head. I noticed her cock twitch under her gown. The others giggled and smiled at the treatment I was giving their mother and grandmother. We made our way to the table. They all waited for me to seat Rose, and then I seated each one in turn. I kissed each one as I held their chairs. Then I took my place at the head of the table. Each place was set perfectly and they were duly impressed. They chattered while we ate and I just enjoyed the company. I knew they would move on with their lives and find happiness. I was glad I had been instrumental with reuniting and introducing them to their mother/grandmother/father. We had a marvelous afternoon together. All too soon our weekend was coming to an end.

The limo arrived Sunday evening about seven. Sadly the ladies all hung on me, not wanting to leave. "Remember, I'm a phone call away. But you ladies need to go ahead with your lives. I'll be here if I can if you need me. I'm more than happy to be a fuck buddy to ANY of you" I looked directly into Rose's eyes as I said that. "And I mean any of you." I redirected my gaze to Samantha. Then I turned to Denise and Debbie and kissed them both. And they could come and swim, or fuck or just lay around the pool, whether I was here or not. I have very discrete staff and they would be told the family would have access any time. This pleased them all, especially Rose.

The driver was the same one that brought Rose to my home. I tipped him fifty again and told him to take them wherever they wanted tonight.

I helped each one into the car. As the driver had turned away, I took the opportunity to feel up each one of these lovely ladies. I reminded them they were special and told them not to settle. They understood and momentarily I was waving goodbye as the limo exited the estate. I returned to the kitchen and began cleaning up. I had the dining room cleaned and most of the dishes washed and in the dishwasher when the back door opened and Joe, Suzie and Betty came in. They were happy and all of them started at the same time telling me about their weekend.

They loved the shows and Joe won $17,000 in poker. Suzie had played blackjack, which was ho-hum as far as the return went, but didn't loose all her money. Betty was just bubbling over with excitement. I had to ask because I knew she wanted me to.

"And how about you Betty? How did you do?"

In a rush the words came out. "I didn't do well. I lost almost all my money at the roulette table. I was wishing I had just played the nickel slots. I had enough for three weeks of twenty-four hour play, but I tried roulette instead. I ate at the dollar buffet and sat down in some seats off the main room. A girl came up and asked if I wanted a complimentary Keno ticket. I said sure, after all, it was free and I was so down just then. She gave me the ticket and I made my choices. I sat there and waited. Then the numbers started coming up. One after another they came until all my numbers were on the play board. I won seventy five thousand dollars!"

She was so excited she was jumping up and down. I smiled and watched her antics. I could see her bosom bouncing under her dress. I had to remind myself, not with the staff!" I suggested she get together with my financial advisor to invest the money for the best gain. She thanked me for the advice and promised to call him tomorrow morning. I'd finished the dishes just before they arrived so I told them I was going to bed. I informed Betty that there were beds in the three rooms that needed to be changed. I'd stripped the bed in my room a couple of times over the weekend as it saw all the use. Those sheets were already in the laundry room. I told them goodnight and went up to bed.

I rested well that night satisfied I'd done good. Morning came as usual. As usual I got up, did my morning ablations and headed down to the kitchen. Suzie was there as usual and asked what I wanted for breakfast. I told her to surprise me, that I'd be in the game room. She told me fine, it's going to be a half hour. I wandered into the game room and decided to play one of my all time favorite arcade games, the original Pac Man. This machine was built in 1981 and looked almost brand new. I pushed the start button (it didn't need quarters) and the machine played the tune, the ghosts appeared and the woka-woka-woka began. I played that one game until Suzie came to get me. I love the game. My longest game is over 2 and — hours on one coin. I walked away from that game back then because I was tired and hungry and needed to pee. Now I was just hungry so I headed for the kitchen.

"Here it is. Spanish omelets and sliced ham and hash browns. What took so long was the grits. I don't use instant grits so it takes twenty minutes to make. By the way, we noticed you had company over the weekend. That wouldn't be the reason we were sent to Vegas, would it?"

"Ya caught me. Yes, I had some very special friends over. They are very wary of people because a couple of them are different and I felt they would be more comfortable if the staff wasn't here. They may come over occasionally. Even if I'm not here they are allowed access to the house and pool."

I proceeded to name and describe Rose, Denise, Debbie and Samantha. "Samantha is an excellent swimmer and diver. She is to have access anytime to the pool. If she's here alone, I'd appreciate it if you'd sort of keep an eye on her. She's one of the special ones." Suzie immediately agreed. She told me Rose and she was the same age and would probably get along well. I smiled in response.

Two weeks later I decided to take a drive and pulled the Shelby key from the brandy snifter. That's where I kept the keys to the Shelby, the Tesla and the pickup. I waved goodbye to Joe who was cleaning up the pool area and used the remote to open the garage. I got in the Shelby and turned the ignition. I noticed the gas gauge was indicating less then zero. I made a wish to the wallet and the gas gauge with pegged at the top. It would stay there from now on. My wish was to have a perennially full gas tank, filled with 1967 high-octane gas at all times. I'd solved the gas shortage problem! Well, only for me.

I headed over to I 35E and then south. I got on 67 to 287 Midlothian and went a bit more south. In an hour I was at the Texas Soaring Association's field. It was not very busy because of being midweek. I went into the clubhouse and bought a membership on the spot. I produced my logbook. I'd checked out in and flown in all of the Schweizer aircraft, including the 1-35 high performance plane. There was a CFI-G there and we got acquainted. He was familiar with the Estrella Sailport where I'd expanded my skill and had earned the CFI-G rating, too (Certified Flight Instructor — Gliders). I asked if he was up do doing a BFR and field check.

"Sure thing. We aren't busy, being a weekday and all. I'll have Sally call up the AgCat and get things ready. Let's talk about the field a bit so you're familiar with the operation before the field check."

His name's Bill Mitchell. He's somehow related to THE Billy Mitchell of WWI fame. We spent the next ten minutes going over the runway layout, the right and left traffic patterns and approach obstacles. Customary approach entry here was at 1000 feet AGL. The barometric pressure was handy on the electronic sign both in the clubhouse and the giant board by the hanger. It updated as I watched it.

"Based on our conversation" Bill started to say, "I'd say you know your stuff. Lets get you stuffed into the Grob-103C."

"Whoa" I replied, "I've never driven one of those before."

"It's OK. It's only a little more sensitive than the 2-32 you're checked out in. We'll just do it all and you'll be checked out in the machine as well as the field. I like to combine whenever possible. That makes it easier on me and saves you the cost of a second trip. Don't worry, from what you've told me you'll be fine."

We went over the preflight inspection of the plane. I checked everything. I pointed out the pinning of the wings behind the seat. There was a clip missing. Smiling, he handed it to me. I replaced it to make the system secure. Boy was he thorough. Satisfied, he checked the task off on the sheet he had. On the flight line was an Ag Cat with 200 foot of nylon line attached to the tail hook. It was stretched back to the sleek white two-place sailplane with the T-tail. The ground crew, i.e. Sally was at the high wing, ready to do the wing run for us as we started out. They said they'd rather run the wing than scrape the wing block.

We had our belts on and tight. Sally had attached the towrope and I checked the release. It worked perfectly. Back on the end of the wing, she gave me thumbs up and leveled the wings. She had to jump to reach the wingtip and she jiggled in all the right places when she did. I wagged the rudder to tell the tow pilot to start. He moved slowly until he felt the pull of the sailplane. We started to roll as Sally trotted beside us. The wing started flying after she took about 10 steps and we were airborne after about 50 feet. I waited for the Ag Cat and a moment later it took off. I got into tow position and tested the flight controls. It didn't take much to move it. The Cat quickly gained altitude. At 500 feet I boxed the slipstream. At the bottom Bill told me to cut the stream and I rose through the turbulence. A simple move, but I've had students myself who were afraid of it.

At 1100 feet I saw the Cat bounce upward. A second later the Grob did the same. The variometer was pegged. I counted to five before the lift died and pulled the release. The tow plane dived right and I turned left at the same time. Three seconds later the planes wings bowed as I drove back into the thermal. It was huge. I looked up and saw the cumulus cloud that formed at the top of the thermal. I yanked the plane over, dropping the left wing and stomping on the rudder. The plane was tilted about 70 degrees as I almost stood the plane on it's wing. The vario was pegged throughout the entire tight circle. The altimeter was cranking around at a rate of over 1000 feet per minute. Up we climbed, higher and higher as the plane ascended to the heavens.

"11,000 feet" I called back in the relative quiet of the cabin. The string of yarn taped to the canopy was still straight back. There was another one over my head for the instructor to see. "Got it. Thirty minutes countdown now." Came the reply. We had thirty minutes above this altitude for flying without oxygen assist. Still we climbed even higher. We were approaching the cloud base rapidly. We hit 14,000 and I straightened the wings and flew out of the lift. According to the FARs we then needed continual oxygen. I had a little over 25 minutes to fly at our current altitude, 13,850 feet. By then I'd have to descend below 11,000. I made the best of it. I headed into the wind. I was enjoying the plane and the quiet. Bill let me play a little then told me 5 minutes. He then said the easy way would be the spin test. I agreed with a smile on my face. I pushed the stick forward a little bit to gain speed. I started a right hand turn to check below me, and then pulled the stick back.

The nose of the plane came back. More and more the horizon sank. I had the stick all the way back into my crotch. Air speed was way down. The wings and plane itself started rumbling. The next instant I did two maneuvers simultaneously. I yanked the stick all the way to the right, causing the right wing to drop and kicked over the rudder. That did it. The plane stopped flying and started to fall from the sky. Then the spin started and we corkscrewed down. I held the controls in that position until I saw the altimeter go below 11,000 feet. I gripped the stick and pushed forward while giving the plane opposite rudder with my foot. The plane started flying. I got the rotation stopped and pulled back on the dive brake a little. We were flying straight down — fast. I eased back on the stick and the nose rose again. In the process of pulling out, we gained back 500 feet of the dive and were flying at 10,800 feet.

"OK you passed the test. Enjoy for a bit. We've got to be back in thirty minutes." He pointed out landmarks as we soared over the countryside. We'd just flown over Italy when I decided to head back. The cloud streets were healthy and I flew at 10.5 all the way back catching lift as we flew. Three miles out I descended to 5000 feet. When I spotted the airpark I looked for other traffic. There is no control tower and flights are VFR only. I bled some more altitude off practicing my slip technique. I dropped into the left hand pattern for the field at 1100 feet. Bill suggested I extend the downwind leg a little and shorten the base. We had good height and I put the plane into a slip again to bleed off more height. We were over the runway when I straightened out the nose. Using the dive brake, I disturbed the airfoil just enough that the plane slowly and gently settled onto the runway. A little forward stick leveled us out as we rolled out. There was just enough ground wind to let use roll exactly back to the place we started. I finally stopped the plane and pulled the dive brake full and the left wing gracefully floated to the ground. With this plane I could have landed and stopped on a football field, if I'd wanted to.

We exited the plane and the ground crew (Sally), Billy and I pushed the plane to the tie down area and secured it. We three headed into the clubhouse.

"Damn, Cowboy," Sally said. "That was some display. I haven't seen that kind of flying since the Nationals came through here a while back."

I noticed she had binoculars around her neck. They were nestled between a nicely formed chest and adequate cleavage. Her freckles stood out through her tan. Her dirty blond hair was tied back in a ponytail. Nice I thought, but I noticed the ring on the fourth finger of her left hand. Some lucky bastard had first dibs. Oh well.

"That's the best flight I've supervised in a hell of a long time. It was better than the airline pilots I've signed off on. Let me have your logbook. I'll endorse you for everything we've got. Your BFR is good too. We could use your help on weekends, too. Good CFI's are hard to find."

I handed him my log. It had all my flight time, even the 30 minutes in the balloon that Mrs. Scott owned and I'd crewed for. He signed me off and I was good for two more years and this airfield. As we were walking past their hanger, I noticed a relic from the past in the back, partially covered. It turned out to be a privately owned Schweizer 1-19 single place sailplane. As I got closer I was amazed. It looked new. I asked Bill about it.

"It belonged to a club member. He passed away last year and his widow hasn't sold it yet. He restored it himself. I've checked it out and our club mechanic has cleared it. It's ready to go. It just needs a new owner."

I pondered it a bit as we headed into the clubhouse. I checked the rate board and they were very reasonable. I asked Sally to give me the number for the widow. I dialed on my cell phone and was speaking to Mrs. McAlister. We had a nice chat and I assured her I would take good care of the plane for her. We agreed on the price and I asked for her account routing number so I could have the bank transfer the money. She hesitated. I asked Bill to talk to her while I used their computer to open my online account access. I showed Bill the balance line and his eyes bugged out. Recognition sunk in.

"Hold on just a minute Emma" he said. Turning to me he asked. "Are you the one who claimed the Lotto cash prize last year and only gave your name and a general address? I usually remember what I read and they only used your first initial in the story."

"Well shit, that's some memory you have. Yep, it's me. This account only has the interest on the investments of the winnings in it but it is 7 figures large."

"Hello, Emma, it's me. I just had a look at his bank account. He's a lottery winner and can more than handle any amount you say. No, yes. Here he is."

She gave me the account number and I ordered cash transfer right then. The system told me there would be a 5-minute delay and I waited. I made small talk with Mrs. McAlister while the clock ticked off the time. I refreshed the page and the transfer was complete. I told her to check her bank, the money was in her account and she said she'd need to call back. She said she'd call her bank and then the clubhouse.

Bill, Sally and I chatted to pass the time. The club phone rang and Sally answered. It was Mrs. McAlister. She told Sally to give me the title, that the money was in her account. She said something else. When Sally hung up the phone, she went over to the file cabinet in the corner, opened the top drawer and pulled out a folder. She handed it to me and said the sale was complete. All the paperwork for the plane was inside. Title was signed and ready for transfer. Then Sally blushed as I looked up. "She told me to do one more thing," Sally said as she stepped forward. She grabbed my head and pulled me in. Her delightful chest brushed up against mine. Her soft lips engulfed mine and a moment later, as she got into the kiss, she extended her tongue into me. I don't know how long we were locked in our embrace but finally Bill told us to get a room.

Sally said Mrs. McAlister said to do it. It was then that I found out Sally was a widow. Her husband was a casualty of Afghanistan. He'd died almost two years ago and Sally had been celibate since then. She looked at me doe eyed. I didn't want to get involved in a rebound case, which I was pretty sure would happen. I did notice Bill's stare. I suggested we go and look at my plane. He agreed. As we walked back to the hanger I pondered what I was going to say. I decided to be direct.

"So how long have you been in love with Sally?" I queried.

"Wha ... How did you know?" he demanded.

"I saw the way you look at her and your response to the kiss. You have it bad. So, again, how long."

"High school, but she only had eyes for Brad. He was my best friend. We both went to the military. I took Air Force and he took Army. I managed to get out clean, but he took the full force of the IED. There wasn't much left to bury. She was devastated at the loss and has been untouchable. It looks like you loosened her up, though."

"Well that's going to be great for you. Now I want you to ask her for a date for a dinner and a show. My treat. Limo, flowers, the whole nine yards. Let me know what you want to take her to and I'll see to it you have the best available seats. Take her out and romance her. She seemed a little needy and now I know why. If you play your cards right you will win her over."

I'd made another friend. I suggested dinner at the Reunion tower and either the theater or a Mavericks game. I called the limo service and told them I had an open engagement. I told them that Bill Mitchell would call to arrange the date and requested the engagement be charged to my account. They were happy to oblige and said it would be taken care of. I took my paperwork and bid adieu to the two. I put the paperwork in the glove box and started up the Shelby. I hit the road.

I took the round about way home, enjoying the scenery along the way. I had an idea and called upon the wallet. I'd pulled off the road in Grand Prairie. I had managed to get myself outside Six Flags. I drove in to the parking area and made my wish. The sun changed positions a little and the car lot was filled with classic cars like mine. I had wished myself back to 1967. I got to the gate and wished a 1964 twenty dollar bill in the wallet. I paid the five-dollar admission and went in the park. I went in the rest room near the front and when I came out, I was 17 again, dressed as any hippie would with headband, John Lennon sunglasses, and tie dyed shirt with a peace symbol on the front and the slogan "Make Love not War" on the back. I wore hip hugger elephant bells and completed the outfit with tie on sandals. The pants were tight and my package was squished somewhat. It did bulge the material a bit and the outline of my cock could be seen if you were paying attention.

I picked up a drink at the concession. It was 50 cents, not $7.99. I was also hungry and got a burger and fried for another two dollars. I sat on the picnic table in the courtyard watching the girls go by. Of course I was flirting with any one that came near. Soon I had a bevy of beauties, well, a pair of twins and their sister, beautiful young ladies with me. We sat in the shade and I made up a cover story. The twins were sixteen and their sister was fifteen. All three were slender. The twins were blonds and the sister was a redhead, auburn color not carrot color. As I looked at them, it became obvious that none of them were wearing bras. I could see the nipple points as their shirts rubbed across the sensitive mini appendages. The twins were a bit larger than their sister. Still guessing without investigation I'd say they were B or C cups and the sister was a small B. The girls wanted to ride the skyway tram so we went and got in line. The twins were in drama at school and their One Act play this year had won Regional. I didn't recognize the name of the play but when they described it I'd seen the movie. It was enough that I could talk intelligently about it.

The sister took turns rubbing up against me in line, especially after Alice, the redhead noticed my expanding cock's outline in the fabric of my elephant bells. When we got in the gondola, we were seated around with Lisa on one side of me, Jennifer on the other side of me and Alice directly across. At the first stop on the circuit, Lisa put her hand on my lap while Jennifer distracted my face ... with her lips. Alice slipped out of her restraint and was on her knees fumbling with my zipper. A moment later, she was happily sucking on my turgid cock. Lisa was assisting things by stroking the sides of my cock and playing with her twin's tit. I took the clue and as I enjoyed Alice's ministrations, managed to get Jennifer's shirt up over her tits, exposing them to everyone's view. As we broke our hot kiss, I dipped my head down and sucked one of her tits into my mouth. Alice stuck her hand up under both sisters' matching blue denim miniskirts. She was dipping into their honey pots as she sucked me. I was primed and ready and came in her mouth. It took only two minutes from start to finish and we were all rearranged when the gondola came down to the end of the course. We got out laughing and I suggested we go try out the pirate ride.

It was a lot cooler down there and I discovered an area in the foliage that was open. I looked around and no one but the girls and I was there. I stepped off the path and investigated. There was a clear area behind the dense foliage. I came back and almost got caught by a worker. She looked to be about 18 and was a fox, too. I had other ideas though. I told the girls to come through when no one was watching. I slipped back in. Within two minutes all three girls were there, practically throwing themselves at me. Ah yes, the sexual revolution was in full swing. I pulled out the wallet and wished a joint and lighter. I pulled out the Bic and the joint. The girls excitedly paid attention. I lit up, inhaled (unlike a certain President) and held it in. I passed it on and Lisa was first to toke. Jennifer was next and then Alice. She coughed it out as the coarse smoke raked her virgin bronchioles. Her sisters coached her and she got into the swing.

Lisa said it was getting warm and she pulled off her shirt. Jennifer agreed and copied her sister. Both of them had breasts that were nicely rounded and not overly large. They were big looking on their slender bodies, though. In my opinion, a C cup on a slim girl is like a DD on a stocky body. As Alice got into toking the joint, she loosened up and finally removed her shirt. Hers was button type and the buttons became undone, as she got higher. I reached over and played with her breast through the opening left by the buttons. She hummed and purred at the touch. Her eyes were closed as the weed heightened her awareness and she got hornier. Her breasts were capped with puffy nipples with a hard center. They were different than her sisters round melons. I took a toke, covered Alice's mouth and exhaled the potent smoke into the young nymph. She inhaled the cooled smoke and her buzz was accelerated.

"I gotta have you" Lisa said as she removed the last vestige of clothing. Jennifer had pulled my bells down and off. Lisa stood, turned around, crouched down and sank down on my prick in one fluid motion. She was embedded deep on my cock before I could say a word. Jennifer had squatted a little in front of her and was getting a good tongue-lashing even as Lisa bounced on my cock. Lisa came quickly, producing a great quantity of cunt juice that flowed all over my groin. Her twin came at the same time, the product of much practice at having her pussy licked by her sister. Alice was nude next to me. Her hand moving so fast against her clit it was a blur. I was still rock hard. I lifted Alice up and placed her body straddling my waist. She felt my rigidity and grabbed hold. She sank down upon my cock and I filled her small pussy with my meat. As she moved up and down, I noticed a pinkish tint to our coupling. It was then I realized she had been a virgin. The pleasure receptors were working overtime and the pain sensors had been deadened.

As she worked her nipples hardened and projected from the top of her areolas as hard points. She leaned forward and she positioned one of them right on my mouth. I sucked it into my mouth and tightened my grip. As I bit down she started a hum.

"Uh-oh" Jennifer announced. "She's going to come and she's a screamer. Quick Lisa, get her!"

Lisa locked her mouth over her little sister and stuck her tongue inside. Alice heated up as the tension became unbearable. Her orgasm burst forth. Her screams of passion was covered by her sister. Jennifer was sucking on the nubs on my chest and that was all she wrote. I shot my hot seed into Alice just as she peaked. She slammed down so hard she drove the helmet of my cock into her cervix. It parted and grabbed the head of my cock, allowing my seed into the very depths of her womb. As I was pulsing my sperm into her she began shuddering like the Los Angeles Coliseum in an earthquake. She exploded. She collapsed on to my body, momentarily trapping Jennifer's head. Alice was unconscious but her vagina was pulsing against my cock, milking my juice from me. I expelled so much that the excess began leaking out the sides. When Lisa noticed, she immediately took the licking it up. The stimulation of her tongue restored my erection and I pushed deeper into Alice. Lisa kissed and sucked on the base of my cock and my balls. Jennifer changed positions and used her hands to stimulate Alice's titties while paying homage to my face with her lips.

My hands were busy with Jennifer's tits. I was attempting to learn her anatomy using the Braille method. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately depending on how you look at it, there were only two bumps to feel, so I practiced over and over again on those two. I could read the letter A perfectly with either hand by the time we were done. Lisa's ministrations on my cock and balls worked and within 5 minutes of the first, my second orgasm had my seed forcing itself into her little sister. Alice shuddered when she felt the hot goo being expelled. Her arms were around me and she was stroking my sides as we lay there. The effects of the THC were wearing off and Alice was coming down from her chemical high. Her body shuddered a little at the loss of my cock in her pussy as it slipped out. Jennifer eagerly ate her sister's cunt as Lisa sucked me deep into her mouth. We were clean in no time. Lisa looked at her Barbie watch and panic crossed her face.

"We're late. Mom will be waiting at the gate and she'll be pissed. We've got to get back." In a panic the three girls dressed as quickly as they could. While they were dressing they told me not to worry, they'd convinced their mother that the pill would cure their cramps and irregular cycles. Each one kissed me again. They each grabbed my hands and directed them to their titties to be pinched and fondled. I kissed Alice last.

"Thank you for being so gentle taking my virginity. I was scared at first. The twins promised me they'd find someone today to fuck me silly. You were so gentle it was sexy. Your weed was good too." She kissed me again and her sisters had to drag her away. They were gone. I decided to light up another j, so I created one more and pulled it out of the wallet. I'd just lit up when the same worker I'd seen earlier stepped into view.

"That was some show you put on, bub. How about handing me the joint?"

I took a big hit and handed it to her. She took a drag, and then pinched the ember off the end. I just looked at her. She stood at least six foot tall. Her shoulders were broad and she had a smallish set of tits. She was stocky. Then I noticed her shirt. On the sleeve was a security patch. Ooops. I then noticed the radio in her hand. I must have looked like a deer caught in the headlights. She laughed.

"Relax, stud. I'm not busting you. I noticed how nicely you treated the girls, letting them cum before you. I've found that rare. I've had to comfort too many of my girlfriends for the way the boys treat them."

"Well, if you're interested I could..." I said raising my eyebrows a bit.

"Oh," she smiled and chuckled. "When I said I had to comfort my girlfriends, I meant REALLY comfort them. I'm a connoisseur of pussy. I am considered an expert at lapping a cunt and have given more girls and women orgasms than you or any other two-dozen males in this park today. I really like your technique and if I were into guys, I'd jump your bones in a heartbeat. I might even let you lick my pussy if I get horny enough later on. These nubile young teenage girls with their bare bellies, their tube tops and their mini, mini skirts gets me so worked up that I have to go home and Jill myself off. Why don't you look me up around sundown, by the carousel? If I'm horny enough you can eat me out, OK?"

Sure, she wasn't really butch, and I'd eaten out several lesbians before. I was pretty good at it, too. I told her if I were still here, I'd meet her later. She kept the joint and left the copse. A minute later I exited the area. I was hungry again and went and bought another burger and fries basket. I took in the shows during the heat of the afternoon. They were pretty good. I rode the train all the way around the park. It was still as hokey as before, except the displays were newer.

The best pastime was standing in line for the rides they did have. I met a lot of girls and they got frisky when they noticed my jeans. I was copped, stroked and rubbed every which way by sideways in each line. God these girls were forward, or just plain horny. I was too, by the time the sun was setting. I remembered the carousel.



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Chapter 12


The carousel ride at the front gate drew me to it. Young and old alike loved the painted horses. I rode once and then walked around the front area. I saw her over by the restrooms. I made my way over.

"Hi." I said. "How are you this evening."

"Worked up, like I said. You still interested in helping a girl out?" she asked.

"I'd consider it my civic duty to help out a defender of the peace (or is it piece). Do you have someplace in mind where we won't be disturbed?"

She indicated to me to follow her. She led me behind the restroom building and into an alley. She took my hand so I wouldn't get lost and directed me into a building. It was one of the decorations for the train. There was a room with a bed on this side of the wall. The room was hidden from the train's view by a false wall.

"This is where we security workers bring our conquests. I hung my radio on the door as we came in. We won't be disturbed. Lets get to it." She undid her belt and let her shorts drop to the ground. Her panties followed. She lay down on the bed. I asked her to take off her shirt and bra too, and she grudgingly complied. I took off my shirt and she stopped me. "Keep your pants on, big boy. I don't want your cock in me. Stick to the agreement."

She'd told me that was her name was Judy earlier in the day and I complimented her by remembering it as we started. I hunkered down and began to kiss her upper thighs, her abdomen and her mons as my fingers lightly touched wherever I could reach. I ran my tongue along her crease, from stem to stern as it were and then back again. As I got to the top, I ran into one of the largest clits I'd ever met. It was coming erect and distending from under the hood as I stimulated her. This was going to be fun.

For the next two and a half hours I ate pussy. We both lost track of the number of times she came. I had shifted my body from being in one place for such a long time. She was under my spell and she'd just orgasmed again. I gently worked on her labia as her tender nub recovered. I found that by applying my index finger to the upper portion of her vagina I was able to super stimulate her into more powerful orgasms. I felt a hand plying across me zipper. It unzipped my jeans and eased my cock out. I was being expertly stroked as I continued on my tongue work. She was good! She was in the process of coming when I joined her. I sent my spunk onto the floor as she arched her back once more.

"Hmmm. That was the best yet." She said. "You really are good, almost as good as me. I just had to reward you for doing that. Now be a sweetie and hand me some Kleenex so I can wipe this stuff off my hand."

I gave her some and wiped myself as well. As I moved by the head of the bed she pulled me over and held my head to her chest. I tongue teased her hard nipples. She moaned a little and my hand snuck down for one more time. I stuck one finger in the front and one in the back door. The triple stimulation of fingers and mouth brought her over once more.

"Hmmmm, you sure do know how to treat a woman well. Whoever latches on to you will be getting a gem. You know, I might even be tempted to give you a ride sometime."

"That's ok, I respect how you feel. If you like chicks instead of dicks, OK. I did enjoy eating your pussy. You taste good and I like doing it."

"I'll be here all summer. Come back and see me. I might even surprise you." I gave her a kiss, which she didn't reject and said I'd see her around. I took my leave and found my way back to the gate. I figured I'd had enough adventure for today. I hopped into the Shelby and headed for the far side of the lot, where no one ever parked. I touched the wallet and wished and it was daylight again. I was back to the same time that I'd left, only two minutes later. I always kept the two-minute rule so I wouldn't run into myself, a trick I'd picked up from watching Time Cop with Jean Claude Van Dam. It didn't seem to bother Spock in the Star Trek 2009 though. But then they didn't touch, either.

I pulled out of the park and headed for home. I'd had more than a full day of fun and games. Soon I was at the gates of the house. As they swung in, I drove up the drive and they closed behind me. I parked the Shelby in the garage and noted that the gas gauge still read full. I extended the wish to cover all the cars parked under my roof. Joe and Betty wouldn't need to worry about gas any more. A smile crossed my face as I thought about the effect. I let myself in and went up to bed. I was bushed and I flopped down on the bed and was out like a light.

I woke the next morning under the covers and undressed. I know I didn't wake up during the night and I remembered not getting undressed. My clothes were laid on the butler chair and my shoes were in the rack. I wondered as I got in the shower and let the hot water stream over my body. It felt wonderful. My muscles relaxed under the pounding heat of the pulsating showerhead. I was toweling off as I left the bathroom. I looked at the clock and it was 1 o'clock. I must have really been tired.

I pulled on my shorts and went down stairs. Susie was in the kitchen cleaning. "Oh, you're up. Can I fix something for you to eat?"

"Frosted Flakes would be fine." I replied. "I need to ask you. Did you come in to my room this morning?"

"No, I didn't. Did you ask Betty?"

"Not yet. Where is she?"

"I think she's in the game room." She replied.

I took the proffered bowl of cereal and wandered in the direction of the game room. Betty was there, playing Galaga. I stood back and I don't think she knew I was there. She was pretty good. I startled her a little when I finally walked up to the game when her last fighter collided with one of the bombs. I asked her if she had been in my room this morning. She flushed red and hung her head, averting my gaze. I'd found the culprit.

"I, I, I..." she started to say something, but I held up my hand, silencing her. I asked if she took my clothes off me and tucked me in and she silently nodded. I asked did she like what she saw. She bit her lip and blushed even harder. I asked again and she nodded her head. I lifted her head and forced her to look me in the eyes. She tried to look away and I insisted. I told her that she was a beautiful, desirable woman and that she must start dating men her own age. Yes, I know I could take her and she'd surrender to me, but I thought it best that she find someone closer to her own age to spark. I suggested a couple places to look for a suitable suitor and she promised she would try. I kissed her on the forehead and took my bowl back to the kitchen and rinsed it in the sink. I placed the bowl and spoon in the dishwasher and went out to the pool to sun.

A half hour later Samantha showed up. Susie let her in and brought her out to the pool. I formally introduced Samantha to Susie and they greeted each other. Sam had on her special suit and looked hot. She'd come over to swim and practice her diving. I told her to have at and I moved my chaise into the shade of the umbrella. I watched as she warmed up and swam laps. She moved to the diving boards and was the epitome of grace as dive after dive ended with a perfect entry into the water. I had fallen asleep in the mean time. I felt raindrops, I thought and woke. I started to get up when I heard giggling.

"Oh, it's just you." I said as I noticed that Sam was shaking her copper mane and drying off. She came over to me and laid down on top of me, her breasts pressing into my chest and her hidden cock rubbing against mine.

"I'm horny." She wined. "I want to fuck your ass and have you fuck my pussy while I jack off my cock."

She'd really improved her bedroom talk. I reminded her that the staff was here and that they would see her cock. Her response was that she didn't care. I had vouched for the staff and their discretion and that was fine with her. I told her to prove it and her suit came flying off. She went to the patio door and called to Susie. She'd turned around and Susie saw her bare backside. Betty had been nearby and she too had come outside.

"I have something to show you. Please don't freak out." Sam said as she slowly turned around. Her cock was standing straight out with excitement. "I'm a hermaphrodite. I keep my cock hidden but I have one and know how to use it. Your boss took my virginity in my cunt and his sister took my virginity on my cock. I love them both and that's a fact. He told me I could come over here any time to use the pool or play the games or have sex with him and I intend to do that. Are there any questions?"

Susie and Betty just looked at her without saying a work. Their eyes kept darting down to the inviting male symbol extending from her hips. I noticed Susie lick her lips and Betty was beginning to flush. They were both getting visibly turned on. Susie said it was all right and she hurried back into the house. Betty still stood there looking. I got up and went over to her and shook her shoulder. She was breathing heavily and she pulled back when Samantha came close. I put my arm around her shoulder

"You're attracted to her, aren't you." I asked. Her head bobbed up and down. Well, there's no reason why you and she can't get together, if she likes you, too."

"Sam, what do you think of Betty. She has told me that you excite her and she would like to get to know you better.

Sam looked at her, smiled and walked right up to Betty. She rubbed her bare chest against Betty and she took Betty's hand and placed it on her rigid cock. Betty didn't pull away. I suggested Betty take the rest of the afternoon off and go up to her apartment. Betty nodded and Samantha gleefully picked up her suit and pushed Betty toward the apartment entrance. She waved to me as they disappeared into the apartment area. I went into the kitchen to get a drink. Susie was there.

"Well?" I asked.

"Well" she said "I've know about hermaphrodites for a long time. I dated one a long time ago. She was a striking beauty. We make love on numerous occasions. She moved away and I lost track of her. I'll never forget her looks, her body, her long flowing copper locks..." she paused. "One in twenty three thousand births produce a hermaphrodite. They are quite numerous, more than you might expect."

We talked. She said Joe did know about her earlier affairs. He didn't mind and understood Susie had needs. He'd fulfilled her needs until the E.D. had taken over. Cialis had turned out to be too expensive and they had gradually given up sex. She admitted that when she saw Samantha she was immediately attracted to her. Susie blushed with the admission and I placed my hand over hers. I frankly told her of my own attraction without going into specifics. Since she was being so honest with me I felt it only fair to reciprocate. We talked for a while longer and I left in the Shelby. I decided to do a little window-shopping at Fry's.

I love Fry's. It is an electronics junkie's wet dream. I could spend hours in there. I was back in the home theater department looking at the big systems. Phil was the salesman back there and he was really trying to get the sale. I gave him a hard time simply because I'm an ornery cuss. In the end, I bought the 72" flat panel 3D TV, the best Surround sound system, deluxe blu-ray setup and the two tier 8 chair viewing center. I paid for delivery and installation as well as the extended warranty. We arranged for delivery and setup next week Tuesday. I knew the staff would be there so no problem about time. Like the cable company, any time between eight and five.

I decide after that to stop into the closest mall to girl watch. I found one as I drove west on LBJ and pulled in. I parked by Foley's and went in through their store entrance. I got out into the main walkway and found a bench facing the food court. I brought back the idea about invisible marking the women who were ovulating. Then I added to it. I made my wish and a green dot appeared above some of the females a red over others. The dot was an indicator of the sexual desires of the female. If they were looking for sexual comfort or wanting sexual experience, they would have the green dot. This made the watching more fun. I'd check out the dots and the girl to see if there were any outward indications of her desires. A couple of young teens, showing way too much skin approached. They looked like they were trolling for sex but their dots were red. Goes to show looks can be deceiving. I had an inspiration and had their age placed next to the dot.

I had to chuckle when an extremely old woman shuffled by with a green dot. Her age stated she was 83. I guess you can never tell. Lots of middle aged women passed by during the time I sat there. I was frankly surprised at the number of green dots I saw. I wondered about that and added a number to the dot. One to ten, it indicated the degree of horniness. Now it got more fun as I could tell if she was just horny or on the prowl. A couple of preteens approached. One of them had a green dot, the other a red dot. They looked ten or eleven as far as I could tell. Curious about them I added an underscore below the dot if they were sexually active or not. Amazingly the one with the red dot had an underscore while the green one did not. The red dot girl was very cute, could be desirable if you were into that, which I'm not.

A teen girl by herself approached. Her dot was green and she had a silver aura about her. Her dot was underscored and I could see her age was thirteen. Her number in the dot was a three. She stopped to window shop and a teen boy approached her. She noticed him and recognized the boy. She put her arms around him and he kissed her. Her number shot up to ten. They started away and I watched as they ducked into a construction area that was closed off to the public but wasn't being worked in. The young man was going to get lucky, but he'd better have brought protection or he'd end up a father sooner than he intended.

It was fun watching the byplay of the women. The bench I was on gave me a good view of some of the stores including the Frederick's store. I could see inside. Once while I was watching I noticed a girl (age 24) looking at stuff on the racks. There was a green dot above her head. The clerk came over to her. She was a well-built woman of 36. A green dot with a 9 and underscored. As she talked to the girl, the number on the girl's dot went from one to five. When the woman touched her hand it jumped again. I saw them heading for the changing/fitting rooms and the girl's number had hit the ten. It looked like she was about to become sexually active, too. Good for her.

A young mother pushing a baby stroller sat down near me. She picked up her fussy baby, threw a baby blanket over her shoulder and proceeded to nurse her child. I checked out her dot. It was green and read 4. I scanned the crowd and when I looked back her number had changed. It was now reading 7. I was staring at her. She also had a golden aura. Her number changed again, this time to nine. She looked just like a Madonna tending her baby, but I noticed unusual movement of her arm. Her hand was under the baby, but it didn't seem to be holding. Then I guessed the truth. She was playing with herself. Her dot number hit 10. She was pleasuring herself while the baby nursed. As I watched, she closed her eyes and lurched a little. Orgasm!

Her dot stayed at ten. I got up and strolled over to the store in front of her so she would notice me. The action I had witnessed had caused my erection to grow and my cock was outlined on my tight fitting jeans. I didn't try to hide it. I turned around and caught her looking at me, or rather it. I slowly walked back over to the adjacent bench and noticed that she was following me with her eyes. She unconsciously licked her lips as I approached. That did it. I slowly turned and approached her bench.

"Mind if I join you" I asked. She blinked. Tearing her gaze away from my groin, she looked up at me. Her eyes were deep blue. Her skin was flawless. She nodded ascent and I sat on the bench, about a foot away from her. I made comment on her baby girl. She told me the baby's name was Jessica and her name was Rebecca. As she was talking I noticed there was no ring on her left hand. She was telling me about how smart her baby was and how happy the baby was all the time. I leaned over to the baby and she smiled at me. It was a big open mouth smile baby's make. I asked to hold the tyke and Rebecca handed her to me. Rebecca had forgotten to put herself away and her large nippled breast became visible. There were drops of milk on the tip. My cock strained against the fabric for release. I held Jessica and patted her back as Rebecca put her milky tit back in its holder. After a bit the largest belch I'd ever heard from a baby came out. It resounded in the echo chamber that was the mall. People were looking around and some children nearby were laughing. Rebecca laughed too. She took Jessica and put her back in the stroller and began rocking it. Jessica went to sleep.

I checked the dot over Rebecca again. It was still at ten. I also noticed she'd taken the opportunity to move closer to me when she placed Jessica in the stroller. In fact, now as she rocked the stroller, she occasionally rubbed her milk filled protuberance against me. She pretended like she didn't feel it. Her legs were clenching and unclenching and she was moving her ass on the bench. She must have been masturbating again. As we sat, I saw her eyes glaze and a shudder pass through her. A flush appeared on the exposed portion of her chest. Her milk filled globes pushing firm and full in an enticing display were contained by her bra and low cut blouse. The bra was not the standard nursing bra, but a light blue lacy affair.

She came back to me and we continued our small talk. I found out she was a single mother working sporadically. She received WIC, ADC, Medicaid and Food stamps. She was trying to go to school, juggle the job and take care of Jessica all at once. She admitted she'd gotten careless and forgotten her pills. She went out on a date and one thing lead to another and nine months later Jessica was born. She never saw the father again after that night. The sad thing was, he had taken her virginity that night also. She had to ride the bus wherever she went and I noticed the stroller was a detachable car seat model. Good thinking on someone's part. We talked and laughed and had a general good time. I treated her to lunch in the food court. She devoured the burger, fries and smoothie from Wendy's. I had the double bacon cheeseburger with everything, add jalapeños combo.

After eating we strolled around the mall as we talked. We were walking by one of the women's specialty stores when she stopped. There on the mannequin was the prettiest blue dress. It was a medium blue with a satin top and a flaring skirt. A petticoat of crinoline held the skirt in a circle out from the legs. She just stared at it. I could see the longing and took charge. I was pushing the stroller at the time and I entered the store. Rebecca noticed and chased after me. I approached the clerk, a woman of forty two with a green dot underlined. Her number jumped from 3 to 5 as I spoke to her. I looked at Rebecca and asked if she had the dress in the window in a size five. She responded in the affirmative and I asked her to get it. Rebecca looked at me and I told her to try in on.

She looked ravishing when she came out. The dress was a tad tight on top due to her milk jugs and of course the light blue straps over her shoulders betrayed the need for coverage. They did, however, do the job of providing for the strapless, sleeveless dress material for the dress to cling to. The rolls of jiggling tit flesh reminded me of how the women in the period movies about the Musketeers looked. I told the woman I'd take it. Rebecca's jaw dropped and she started to protest. It came out that I had only just met her and she retold some on her story for the benefit of the clerk. I noticed the woman's number increased another three upon hearing the tale. Most interesting. It seems being a Good Samaritan is a turn on for some women. I needed to explore that. I loved helping people anyway.

I knew she'd need shoes so I took her to the Naturalizer store and found just the pair. They were four-inch heels and the blue sparkles complimented the dress. Then we headed back towards where we started. She wasn't really paying attention and when I stopped she looked around. We were in Frederick's of Hollywood. The clerk, a twenty two year old blond with a red underlined dot came over. I told her I'd just adopted this waif and her child in the mall a little while ago. She smiled as she caught on. I did a double take as her dot changed from red to green with a five in it. She must like phila ... philann ... good deed doers, too. I showed the clerk the dress and told her I needed high leg lace panty, matching garters and stockings, and a clear strap bra to go with the dress. She asked the sizes and a now blushing Rebecca told her. Rebecca was a 34E because of her milk. She normally was only a D cup but had grown two extra cup sized with the child. I told Sara, that's what her nametag said, to bring both sizes. I wanted it matching when she stopped nursing, too. My number went up another notch. Rebecca's was still at 10.

I told her she had to try on everything. Like a good boy, I waited outside the dressing room with sleeping Jessica. Rebecca came out of the dressing room and it was my turn to have my jaw drop. Oh my god she was a goddess. Sara had fitted her perfectly and the dress stretched tightly across her milky globes. Sara had provided stockings with the black seam up the back of the leg. Her heals accentuated her calf muscles and her skirt poofed out as it should. Sara had gathered Rebecca's long hair and somehow pinned it on top, giving her that euro look. She could have been a model, except for the overly large breasts she sported. I could see real potential here and she deserved the opportunity to be all she could be. I wasn't referring to the Army jingle either.

I told the woman I'd take it. I whispered for her to add duplicate sets in every color she had plus anything she though might be interesting. As she turned to retrieve the other stuff I saw her number jump a couple more notches. Rebecca was still changing when she returned to show me. We were standing near the dressing room waiting. The nearer she stood to me as she shifted positions, the higher her number got. She ended up right next to me. I caught the scent of her arousal just then. I reached over to touch her back and she immediately rushed into me, put her arms around me, closed her eyes and kissed me. I sprung into action and when she felt my erection pressing against her she forced her body to stimulate it more. I broke the hot steamy kiss just before Rebecca came out. She handed the purchases to a flustered, blushing Sara and Rebecca put her arms around me and hugged me tight as she thanked me. She rubbed her milk-laden breasts against me and kissed my neck. She too felt my bulge and smiled.

I paid for the purchases. I didn't let Rebecca see that the total was close to seven hundred dollars and I put the receipt in my pocked instead of the bag. Rebecca didn't know I'd spent over fourteen hundred dollars on her, and it was going to stay that way. While she was excitedly showing off the outfit I had decided she was going to receive an anonymous scholarship for school, full ride again with all the extras, just like before. I really enjoyed the philanthropy (yeah, that's the word I was searching for) I was able to do because of the wallet.

I insisted on giving Rebecca a ride home. She gratefully accepted, as it would be difficult to get there by bus with all the packages and Jessica. She directed me as I drove and we finally turned in to a fairly nice apartment complex. I saw the sign on the management office door that said "Section 8 housing". So the apartment was also subsidized. Their apartment was on the second floor. It was a two-bedroom model and had a fairly nice patio/porch. The rooms were offset instead of straight line so her patio was more recessed and a bit hidden from the others. She had put up some Japanese bi-fold screens and she had a privacy fence without breaking the rules.

Jessica got fussy as we sat and Rebecca picked her up. Jess started rooting and Rebecca just pulled out her alabaster tit and shoved the brown nipple into her mouth. No cover, no modesty, just bare tit. My boner was back. Jessica didn't empty that tit and dozed off. Rebecca was rubbing the other one.

"It's getting sore. She hasn't emptied me in three days now. My pump is broken and I have to express this one. You don't mind do you?" she asked with a pained expression on her face.

I had other ideas. I moved over to sit next to her on the couch. "Wouldn't it be better on your breast tissue is the fluid was drained the natural way? By being sucked out?" I raised my eyebrow slightly. She took my meaning and stripped off her shirt after putting Jessica down in her crib. The blue lace bra was overflowing with tit flesh. A large wet spot was apparent on the left breast where the pad had shifted. It was the one that was full. Rebecca reached behind with one hand, released the hooks and the bra flew off, the strain released. Her boobs dropped about an inch. They still rode well on her chest and they were both leaking milk. I bent my head and placed my lips on her left breast and sucked in the nourishing mother's milk. Unlike any other taste, I swirled the milk in my mouth, savoring it like a fine wine. I kissed her and shared the taste. She hummed when I did that. I took a peek at the dot. A full ten was indicated and I noticed the crotch of her shorts was starting to show a wet spot too.

More milk started leaking from her right breast as I sucked on the left. She fingered her nipple and brought the milk to her lips, tasting the sweetness. "Hmmm it tastes good. I don't know why I didn't think of sucking it out before." She said as she lifted the large globe to her lips and sucked the sweet milk out. My Johnson was hard and straight as a spear. Her head was bent down to take in her tit and she noticed my cock pulsing against the cloth of my slacks. She held her massive mammary with one hand and placed the other on top of my penis. She began stroking. I suggested we get more comfortable. When she agreed, I was out of my cloths in about a minute. She wasn't far behind. I noted with interest that her abdomen was board flat and I didn't see any stretch marks or other blemishes. I reached my hand over to touch her.

She grinned and said "Flexible skin. I used a lot of lotion so my skin would stay flexible. After Jessie was born I was back to my normal waistline in three weeks. All my friends are jealous of me. I look like I haven't had a baby. The best part is, I can look good for you, too. Come here, stud."

She had been looking at my cock as she spoke. When she had fondled her tits to make a point I reacted the way she wanted. I was rock hard. She reached out and took me in her hands. Her stroking made me even stiffer. She pushed me on my back on the couch and climbed up over top of me. She wasted no time as the horny mother slid my cock deep into her love canal. Once well seated, she pushed her left breast back into my mouth. I took a big draw of the liquid and noticed her cunt responded by clamping down on my cock. Each suck of the breast produced a contraction of the vagina. I continued to suck as my cock was treated to this slow motion fuck. As she got into it, she again lifted the heavy tissue of the other tit to her lips, coaxing the excess life giving fluid from the tissues.

Her orgasm was nothing less than spectacular. She was very vocal and she held the effects in drawn out fashion. At least it was long enough for me to fill her tunnel with a good load of seminal fluids. In fact, when the first blast of the hot sperm slammed against her cervix, she experienced a sharp inhalation of breath as my seed caught her unawares and vaulted her over the top. At that instant she cried out her joy and emotion as a torrent of spasms engulfed her body.

We rested as she came down from her euphoria. I moved behind her and forced my cock to remain hard while I reinserted it in the love canal. I held her tight as I rocked my pelvis in time to her motions. For the moment her teats were dry, having had all the precious fluid sucked from them as we fucked. I played with the nipples and that caused her vaginal walls to contract again. The more I worked them, the more it spasmed. Things got going again and we made love for another half hour. I think I came about four times and god knows how many orgasms Rebecca had. We were resting between episodes when Jessica started fussing again. Rebecca went to get Jess and I got dressed. She was carrying baby Jessica cradled in her arms as Jess suckled on the nearly empty tit. Rebecca assured me it was not a problem because she had dozens of bags of expressed milk in the freezer that she could heat up. I took my leave, thanking her for a nice afternoon. She contradicted me, saying it was her that needed to do the thanking. We settled on a kiss. It was a little chaster than a little while ago because Jessica was between us.

One thing I do have is a good memory for facts and data. I had her full name, birth date, address and phone number. That was all I'd need to have my attorney contact Rebecca to inform her that she had been designated the recipient of a full ride scholarship, including room, board, tuition, fees, books, allowance, medical and dental insurance with zero deductible and an electric car for as long as she was in school and that the scholarship would also be inherited by her daughter Jessica and her second child as well.

I headed to the old place, locked myself in and crashed on the couch, which is by far more comfortable than the floor in Rebecca's apartment but not nearly as much fun...

I woke slowly. It was dark outside. The digital clock on the wall told me it was 7:47 pm. I was hungry. I thought it would be nice if I had a V-Star 1100 Silverado to use to go to Wendy's. I opened the wallet and there was a key and paperwork. I went out the back door and the bike was parked beside the steps. The helmet was on the seat and a set of leathers was draped over the tank. I quickly slipped into the chaps and pulled the jacket on. The full-face helmet matched the Maroon color of the bike. A touch of the starter and the bike roared to life. I thought of my first bike, a Suzuki 90. It was almost as heavy as this bike. It had been a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. This bike was perfect. I pulled out and headed east. I decided to eat inside so I wouldn't have to clean up at home after eating. I watched the interactions between the people.

There was one couple, mid twenties, over in the other dining area. They seemed to be arguing. I was just putting my trash in the container when I saw her slap his face. He must have said something that was not nice as she was furious and flushed. He roughly grabbed her arm and pulled back his arm. It traveled maybe six inches before I was able to grab it. I whirled and twisted his arm into an arm lock, pushing his head down on the table.

"Where I come from, my mother taught me that, no matter what, you don't strike a woman. I think you need to rethink your actions, cause I'm going to let you up so you can apologize to the lady." I whispered in his ear.

I slowly released the pressure and he pulled away. Pure hatred showed on his face. "What the fuck do you think you're doing and who the fuck are you anyhow? What I do with my woman is my business, not yours. Butt out asshole. I'll do whatever I want. No piss ant is going to tell Johnny Strang what to do." He shouted.

In a calm voice I repeated what I said and then added. "If I have to, I can insure that you not hurt anyone." The shouting by the ruffian had drawn the employees and assistant manager to the doorway. I knew I had witnesses to cover my ass.

Johnny didn't take too kindly to being talked to like that, especially in front of spectators. I noticed his hand snake into his back pocket as he shouted at me, repeating his profanity filled diatribe. I took a deep breath and centered myself. My eyes closed down to slits as I blocked out everything but the speaker. The background faded out. I watched his SCM muscle twitch on the right side, then the top of the bicep muscle contracted, indicating he was about to bring that hand up. With my eyes centered on him, my peripheral vision saw a glint in his hand. He had a weapon and I was now justified to defend myself. Being classified as a lethal weapon has its responsibility. I didn't want to end up like Cameron Poe.

He moved his foot as he shifted his weight and then let out a roar. His leap was admirable. The only problem (for him) was that I wasn't there. My reflexes were a whole lot faster than his, despite my age. As he lunged past me, I did three things. First I broke his wrist, causing him to drop the knife. Second I swept his lead foot before he could put weight on it, causing him fall in a twisting motion. The third thing I did, as he rolled over was bring my olecranon process (elbow) rapidly down on the nerve bundle just inferior to the sternum. The forceful hit to the solar plexus paralyzed him. I looked at the employees and asked, "Would one of you please call 911. Tell them there was an attempted murder. That will get someone here faster. We don't want this guy getting up without them and he will only be out of it for a couple of minutes."

The manager hurried to the phone as the other patrons and employees watched what was unfolding. "Don't touch that!" I shouted. The teen worker froze in his tracks. He had been reaching for the knife. "That switchblade is totally illegal and it has this jerk's fingerprints only on it. I don't want the evidence ruined. Everyone step back, in fact, let's have everyone back up out of the room. Please hang tight, the police will want statements."

As I was talking two squad cars with lights and sirens on pulled into the lot, covering both doors. They had their weapons drawn. Two more cars with lights pulled in. Knowing their mindset, and the way I was dressed, I separated myself from the other and placed my hands behind my head. With guns drawn they entered the store. They saw we were in the side room and they covered the door. I was ordered to turn around and get on my knees. I complied immediately. Cuffs were placed on me and then I was searched. I noticed an unmarked car, with lights flashing pulled in. A detective or lieutenant or someone of the like got out. He entered the store and called the manager over to talk. Five long minutes later, he came over to me and removed the handcuffs.

"I guess we have you to thank for keeping this incident from escalating." He commented. "But the best thing would have been to call 911 and let the professionals handle it." I pulled out the wallet and made a quick wish. Opening it up, I pulled out the NSA identification and badge. He looked at it and apologized. I "secretly" told him I was on covert assignment and had gotten hungry. On a hunch, I made a wish and pulled out the wanted poster for Johnny Strang. He was a parole violator and wanted on bank robbery charges as well. I told the detective to take him in, that he was theirs.

Detective Thomas Swift was delighted. They hauled him off and I went over to the booth where the frightened girl was seated. I sat beside her and she shied away.

"It's ok, you are safe now. Did you know him?" I asked putting on my kindest face.

"No, I was just sitting here by myself, eating when he came over and sat down. I'd never seen him before. He frightened me and when I started to get up, he grabbed my hand and made me sit down."

I noticed that her hand was red and starting to swell. I told her to stay where she was, I'd take care of it. I went up to the counter...



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Chapter 13

"I need a plastic bag filled with ice. The young lady was assaulted by that jerk and she's injured her wrist." I asked with a genial smile on my face.

The manager told the high school student working behind the counter to get me what I asked for. She quickly retrieved a bag and I had the ice pack to take to the girl. Her hand touched mine as she handed the ice pack to me. She let it linger there and I looked into her eyes. Adoration poured out of her into me. I broke contact with her. I returned to the side dining room.

I asked the injured young lady what her name was and she told me it was Rachel Weiss. She said she was going home from Hebrew school and had stopped for a bite to eat. She thanked me as the ice took effect and cooled her hand. The swelling was reduced and she was very grateful to me. I stayed with her for a little while longer and when she assured me she was all right I took my leave.

"Lilah Tov" I said to her as I was leaving. Her eyes grew big and a broad smile came to her lips.

"Shalom" she replied. "Todah."

The cop cars and the lookie-lous had left. I swung on to the bike, pulled on the helmet and was on my way home. I turned onto my street and noticed a car parked on the street across from my house and down a bit. That wouldn't be unusual, except it was in front of the McNeill's place. They were on a cruise. I rode past and glanced in as I passed. There were two rough looking characters in the car. I turned the corner at the end of the street and pulled into the alley. I killed the switch and ran back to the corner of the fence. I watched as the pair got out of their car. Trio, that is as a third man got out. They were dressed in black and pulled ski masks over their faces. They crossed the street, heading for my house. I edged along the fence keeping low. I crept from house to house until I was at my neighbors place. I pulled out the wallet. First thing out was a Kevlar vest. I put it on under my leather. Ski mask for me came next along with some bootblack cream. I circled my eyes and mouth and pulled the mask on. I knew there would be no contrast between mask and skin. Next I pulled out the XD-9 with the extended and threaded barrel. I removed the cap and pulled out the Sayer silencer. It's virtually unknown except for certain entities with plausible deniability. I screwed it on, and pulled out the 2-45 round clips and slapped one into place. The other I put in my back pocket as backup. I then pulled out two flash-bangs putting one in each jacket pocket. The commando knife was next and it was strapped to my left ankle. I strapped the unsilenced, sub compact XD-9 with the ten round clip to my right ankle. I put two throwing knives in the sheaths built into the jacket. I was ready.

I went through the neighbor's yard and scaled my fence. I kept as low a profile as I could. I quietly let myself down into the yard. I was behind a bougainvillea bush and well hidden. The big problem was the darkness. Then I could have slapped myself. I pulled the wallet and extracted the night vision goggles I'd need. I crept over to the side of the house, being careful to remain under cover as much as I could. I stayed low and got to the corner of the house. I carefully looked around the corner. One member of the trio was at the back steps, keeping lookout. I dialed the light scope in and discovered he had a silenced Mac 10. I waited. He relaxed a bit and took his hand off the trigger/receiver mechanism. One shot to the temple took care of him. He dropped like a lead balloon. Keeping low and out of sight of the windows, I grabbed his body and pulled him out of sight. It was easy; I pulled him under the porch.

I stealthily made my way into the kitchen. I stopped and listened. Someone was upstairs. Were both up there or did they split up. Then I heard a second sound coming from the downstairs bedroom. The room was being ransacked. I'd take this one first. With the barrel of the silencer, I slowly pushed on the door. As it opened, I saw him. He'd pulled most of the drawers out of the dresser and he was inspecting them, looking for who knows what. While he was busy with that, I edged into the room. Just before I was ready to strike, the door hinge hit the rust spot I was going to fix and it squeaked. The man turned, raising his gun as he did. Fortunately for me I was quicker and put two into him. He melted to the ground. I crawled over to him. I could see he was in pain. One of the bullets had impacted directly over his heart, onto his vest. The other actually hit flesh, his arm. I pulled out a bb filled sap and gave him a love tap that sent him to dream land for a while. From the wallet I pulled the plastic zip ties and secured his feet and hands behind his back. Then I pulled out a ball gag and forced it into his mouth, cutting off his ability to warn his buddy.

Two down and one to go. I made my way over to the stairway. I didn't use the upstairs bedroom or bath, so whoever was there was looking for something out of the ordinary. I knew no one would find the stash and safe room I'd built into the house. I made my way up the stairs, being careful not to step on the riser that gave the warning squeak when trod on. By now I'd figured this was a retaliatory raid for my work a few months ago. While leaving through Brussels, I'd had to dispatch a couple agents that were following me.

I made it to the top landing of the stairs without being discovered. To my left was the bedroom. He was in there. I was ready. I still had 42 rounds in the clip and another full clip. I crawled to the doorway and looked in. I didn't see anyone. I brought the lowlight goggles up and still couldn't see anyone. I discarded the glasses. I heard a thunk and the wood above my head splintered. I quickly ducked and pulled back. Thwap, Thwap, Thwap. I put three rounds into the room. It was answered with a pwitht, pwitht, pwitht, pwitht. Four more rounds came from the assassin. I couldn't determine the direction yet, but I did know he was using a Glock with the standard silencer. It's sound is unmistakable.

I put another three rounds in the room and was answered with three. This time I managed to see a little movement. Diagonally across the room, behind the bed was the third big man. I could see we'd have ourselves a standoff. He couldn't get out and I couldn't get in. I had to resort to the flash bang. I got ready, pulled the pin and released the safety. I counted to four and gently lobbed it through the door onto the bed. It landed right in the center. I closed my eyes tight and covered them with one hand. I fired my gun once and turned my back to the door. Even covered up the way I was, the white light was blindingly bright and the boom still rocked me, despite the ear protectors I wore.

Carefully I entered the room. I saw the third man lying on the floor. His clothing and mask were burnt from the flash-bang and his eyes stared blankly. He feebly resisted as I placed the plastic zip ties securely to his ankles and wrists. I then grabbed his feet and dragged him out of the bedroom and down the stairs. I pulled him to the front door and then went and got the other one. He was just coming around so I sapped him again. I had both at the door. I retrieved a special cell phone from under one of the boards in the closet. They hadn't searched there yet. I pushed #2 speed dial and waited.

"194782265 bravo 911874" I said when the line connected. There were two clicks, a tone and another click.

"Line is secure" came a female voice from the other end.

"I need a cleanup." I said and waited. "Three, one dead, two disabled"

"194782265 alpha tango 912879"

"Ten minutes"

I hung up. I went to the back door. I pulled a trash bag out of the drawer by the washer. I exited and went under the porch. I pulled the corpse out and fastened the bag to his head. That eliminated the mess from the blood. I pulled the body around the side of the house, staying in the shadows as much as I could. Just as I got to the front corner, a van pulled up. I was set and ready, my Springfield ready. Then I saw the signal coming from the red LED light. I returned the countersign and 4 men in black got out. Silently, they approached. Two of them picked up the package I had been dragging and made quick work of getting it in the van. The other two followed me back to the back door. The first two caught up as we were entering the house. I showed them the remaining intruders and told them I hadn't questioned them or anything. I was told it would be taken care of. Pentothal would be used during interrogation and we'd have an answer by tomorrow about the attack. I knew they would violate these men's civil rights, human rights, Geneva Convention or any other rights they imagined they had before the night was through. They would be dead by morning and their bodies incinerated.

The van was there a total of four minutes thirty seconds and was gone. I had the chore of cleaning up. I knew they wouldn't find anything in this house because I never brought work home. I bent over to straighten up the living room and remembered.

"I want a picture taken two minutes ago of the house. It's in perfect condition and everything is put away and in its place. There are no bullet holes in any of the walls and there is no burnt bed or marks that a flash-bang would leave. I pulled the picture from the wallet and looked around. Everything was as it had been yesterday. The acrid smell of the gunpowder was also gone. I smiled to myself. As I sat on the couch, I glanced at the coffee table. There was a copy of Texas Highways travel magazine. It had a field of bluebonnets on the cover, touting Wildflower drives, top picks for 2011. On the back cover was something about Waco. That reminded me of my previous thought.

I got out the wallet. I wished. "I'm going to go to sleep tonight. In the morning, when I wake up, I will be in 1873 Kansas. Dodge City to be exact. I will be in the Dodge House hotel room 11. I will have all the clothes and equipment necessary to look like I fit in. I especially will have a double rig of Colt SSA revolvers, in .45 Long Colt calibers. I will have a new Winchester 73 chambered for the round. I will have a real nice horse and saddle at the livery stable. I will talk as someone who lives in the time era and no one will be the wiser. I will have all the money I would need without becoming bait for road agents, scudders and highwaymen. No one will ever see the wallet except me."

With that out of the way, I went into the fridge and got out a bottle for Sprite. I turned on the TV and watched three or four episodes of old westerns to refresh my mind on the time and place. I know it's fictionalized but close enough. The episodes were made back when the writers took fewer licenses and tried for more realism.

I finally was sleepy enough that I went to bed. I woke refreshed. The room was changed, so I knew it had worked. I dressed in the period clothing and strapped on my guns. I tried the draw. It was smooth and almost like they jumped into my hands. I was still as fast as I had been when I was competing in the fast draw competition. It was one of the reasons the company recruited me. I was quick, still am. I exited the room, placing the flat crowned, flat rim hat on my head. I went down stairs and stopped at the front desk.

"Where's a good place to eat?" I asked the man. He told me to how to find Delmonico's, the finest eatery in town. I told him I was obliged to him and that I'd be staying over a few days. He said that was fine. I went to eat. The food was as advertised. I thoroughly enjoyed the breakfast feast. I paid the man with a shiny new silver dollar and told him to keep the change, but give some so the cook and the waiter for their service. I told him I'd be eating here for the next few days, to keep sharp.

Agreement came from his end and I left. I started strolling toward the stable to check on my horse and tack. Part way there I my travel was interrupted by a tall man, with a tan vest and a single rig holster worn like he knew what to do with it. He stopped me and asked my business. I politely asked him why he needed to know. I noticed the badge pinned to his shirt under the unbuttoned vest.

"My name's Matt Dillon and I am a US Marshall. I work here in Dodge and it's my business to be nosy. So again I'll ask you your name and your business.

I answered by reaching into my wallet and pulling out an identification card. I handed it to Marshal Dillon.

"Hummm. James West. US Secret Service. Washington, DC. Interesting Mr. West. What brings you to Dodge City?"

"President Grant has me hunting down an evil genius, Dr. Miguelito Loveless. He is threatening to take over the west. I'm here with my cohort, Artemus Gordon, but he's in disguise and sometimes even I don't recognize him. He's a trained actor and able to make himself virtually invisible."

We chatted amiably for a short time then he continued his rounds and I went on to the stable. I asked Mr. Grimmick how Buster was. He told me about Buster needing the left rear shoe looked at. I asked about a blacksmith and was told that Quint Asper had a shop down off Main and he did excellent work. He warned me that Asper was half Comanche but that didn't bother me. I took Buster to the blacksmith and Quint told me he'd put on four new shoes, plus trim the hooves and frogs for $2.00. I said deal and he got to work. I told him I'd come back after awhile and went down the street towards the general store. I looked around at all the stuff. I didn't need to buy anything but had fun comparing what they had for sale with what I'd paid recently at Wally World for the similar item. I did pick up some hard tack and jerky though. I was planning on riding to Waco, trailing a wagon train so I would need some supplies. I was about to leave when I saw it in the gun rack. The octagonal barrel was browned instead of blued. It had a sleek walnut stock that was well oiled. I asked the retailer about it.

Mr. Jonas, the storekeeper, took the weapon down and handed it to me. The heavy gun was beautiful. I checked the breech and saw it was stamped .45-120. This was the magnum of the Sharps line. It would easily throw a projectile, with accuracy 600-1000 yards. I had to have it. I asked how much. Mr. Jonas was a bit reluctant to say. Maybe he though it was too high. I didn't care what he said; I wanted the gun. When it came out he wanted 67 dollars for I, I handed him three double eagles, a half eagle and two silver dollars quicker than he could blink. I then asked if he had shells. I said he had ten boxes at three dollars and I dropped another eagle and a double eagle on the counter. He reached under the counter and pulled out the rounds. He placed them in an old flour sack and handed them to me. I thanked him and was just leaving when a couple of rough individuals brushed past me.

"Hey, watch where you're..." he stopped speaking when he saw what I was carrying. "Just watch it" he finished.

I didn't speak. I just sat down on the bench outside the store and listened. I heard something I didn't like and grabbed a kid as he came running by.

"Hey kid, here's a dollar. I need you to run, not walk to the Marshal's office. The store is about to be robbed and that nice man in there is in trouble. Do you think you can do that? Run tell the marshal?"

"Yes sir, I run fast." He replied.

"Get him here quickly and I'll get you a treat from the store." The boy was off like a shot. I checked the action on my Colts, found them good and stood up. I moved over to the doorway, slipped inside and stood up against the wall by a coat rack filled with coats. I was not visible to the counter. One man was looking at one of the displays on the counter and the other was on the opposite side of the room, examining some shirts. I waited patiently for them to make their move. NOTHING happened. They stayed on opposite sides of the room.

Mr. Dillon came in and passed right by me. He didn't see me. This was good. That meant the others didn't either. I watched as he approached the man on the right side of the store. I don't think he noticed the other man. Or he wasn't paying attention to him at the moment. I positioned myself so I could see everything and had a good line of sight for the second man. The one on the right started arguing with the marshal and then made the mistake of trying to draw. Dillon outdrew him and got the man in one shot. The other man started to draw but I already had my Colt in my hand. I dispatched the man. Dillon spun towards me.

"Whoa marshal, look behind you." I pointed. "He was set to back shoot you."

"That's right," said Mr. Jonas. "I was about to holler when that man helped out."

"Thanks Mr. West, I guess I owe you." Matt said.

Just then two men came running into the store. One was dressed in shirt, pants with suspenders and boots. He walked with a limp. The other was dressed like a frontiersman; he was scruffy and carried a Kentucky rifle.

"It's ok, men. Everything is settled here. Festus, will you go get Percy Crump. Tell him we have two customers for him? Thanks." Dillon said as Festus nodded and headed up the street. The other man was introduced as Chester Proudfoot. He was Dillon's deputy. Dillon invited me to go over to the Long Branch Saloon and have a drink. We crossed over to the other walk as the undertaker arrived to haul off the bodies. Entering the dark saloon, my eyes gradually became accustomed to the reduced light. There was a barman behind the bar setting it up. A piano player quietly plinked out a tune on the piano. Several of the notes played with a discord that could only indicate the thing was in real need of a tuning. The man must have been trying to figure out a new song. I'm glad he was using the damper pedal.

The barman, Sam was his name, asked what we wanted. Chester spoke up first, asking for a beer. Dillon agreed and I took one too. The beer was warm and not very good, but I choked one down to be social. A nicely rounded red haired woman came down the stairs. Her back was straight and her breasts rested high on her chest. She had on makeup and a characteristic black mole painted on her cheek. She came over to the table and Dillon made room for her, dragging a chair from the neighboring table over beside him. She was introduced to me as Katherine Russell, the owner of the saloon. I smiled and returned the greeting. She asked me to call her Kitty. She was a strikingly handsome woman, and I could tell by their posturing that there was something between the saloon owner and the marshal. I bid them goodbye and promised I'd be back later for some friendly poker.

I strolled down the street. This was the real Wild West. I was here. I didn't worry about screwing up the time line because those two would have died anyway. I just helped out a little. I wasn't about to increase the population though. So I took out the wallet and wished that I would be temporarily sterile. I felt a little tingle and that was that. I passed a group of young ladies and tipped my hat as we crossed paths. Two of the girls actually turned around as I passed, giggling to each other. I nodded again and continued on my way. I toured the entire city. I knew it would grow to be a very large city in the future. The prairie started at the edge of town. Prairie grass grew as far as the eye could see. Off in the distance I could see some farmhouses and plowed fields. The wildflowers in the prairie grass gave color to the view. Off in the distance I could see the rise of the land as it headed into the Rocky Mountains. Of course Dodge was too far to see the actual mountains.

I headed back and took my seat outside the store. Then I remembered my purchase. Mr. Jonas saw me and motioned me to come in.

"We put your rifle and shells here behind the counter when the ruckus was over. I figured the heat of the moment caused you to forget. I really appreciate how you acted to help Marshal Dillon. Here is your property."

I thanked him for his thoughtfulness and took my package outside. I sat on the bench examining the gun. I felt the presence before seeing it. When I did look up, there was a vision of loveliness seated beside me. She was blond with blue eyes, and she was wearing a blue gingham dress. The bodice was unbuttoned so I could see flesh when she leaned forward.

The other side of the bench moved and when I turned it was full of an exact duplicate of the angel on my right. Exact in details like the high set to her breasts, the color of her hair and eyes, her very demeanor. Her dress, however, was yellow instead of blue. Her bodice was also loose and I could gaze on her charms as well. They obviously were twins.

"Well hello ladies. To what do I owe the honor of your presence here on my humble bench?"

They giggled. The one in the blue dress blushed a deep crimson red because I was facing her when I made my comment. She could see that my gaze traveled down to her most obvious charms.

"Well, we heard you helped the marshal with those men who were plotting to rob the store and kill the Marshal. We just wanted to get to know you better." They both said in unison. They reminded me of the Doublemint Gum commercial.

I asked what I could do for them and they said they'd really like to take a buggy ride with me. I told them I didn't have a buggy and they responded by telling me that Mr. Grimmick had one buggy for rent.

I said "Well ziggidy let's go!" and we headed off to the stable. I put the Sharps and the shells in the buggy. Then I assisted each girl up onto the padded seat. I discovered the blue dress was on Shelly and the yellow dress was on Nelly. I nodded to Grimmick as I started the horse forward. There was just enough room on the seat for the three of us. They used the tight squeeze of their seats to rub their nubbins on me. I was reacting with my engorged cock making its outline visible on the pants. We came to a grove of trees and a stream. I pulled up under the trees and jumped down. I reached my arms up to help Shelly down. My hands gripped her sides as the light slip of a girl came down. She shifted her balance so she'd rub her body against mine as she lowered to the ground.

I went around the buggy to the other side to help Nelly down. She was not to be outdone by her sister. As her feet hit the ground she wiggled a little and my hands slid up from her waist to rub against the sides of her soft titties.

"Nelly, you hussy, throwing yourself at poor Mr. West like that. You ought to be ashamed of yourself." Shelly said.

"Ashamed of myself, what about you, rubbing your front all down his body as you got down. I know you are too surefooted and graceful to have that happen by accident! Just because you're older, you think you're the boss. Well, you're not!" Nelly responded tartly.

"Ladies, Ladies, please" I interjected. "No fighting on my account. Let's not spoil the scenery here. It is beautiful but it pales in comparison to your own beauty. Here, I have a blanket from the buggy. Let's spread it out and we can sit in the shade and listen to the babbling brook and soak up nature."

I got the blanket spread out and they both plopped down in the center. Each one was patting the blanket on the side opposite her sister. I would play the diplomat and caused them to scoot over and made myself comfortable between the pair. They shot daggers to each other with their eyes. I decided to put an end to that.

"Enough" I said. "No more fighting"

That started another argument. I'd had enough. I grabbed Shelly and threw her across my legs. I pulled her dress up and her bloomers down. Her delectable ass what wiggling all over as I spanked her soundly. I rained blow after blow on her backside. It grew an angry red as my hand warmed her ass. She was crying for me to stop. When I though she was sincere, I stopped, pulled her bloomers back and pushed her dress down. Her butt was obviously tender. I could tell by the way she was sitting. Her breathing was a bit ragged. I turned to Nelly.

"Will you spank me, too" she said in a small voice. "Please" she added.

What could I do but agree to her request. She lay across my knees and had already pulled her bloomers down and was waiting for me to begin. My first blow left my handprint in red on her left cheek. My second did the same for her right one. I alternated sides, going faster and harder with each blow. My last strike was hardest of either. I gently rubbed her ass after it and I'll be darned but she had an orgasm right then. I know she did because a sticky clear fluid was streaming out of her vaginal area. I tasted it and it was girl cum. I worked my hand into it and stroked her labia at the same time.

Shelly had changed while I was busy spanking Nelly. Or should I say stripped. She came around into my view and was naked as the day she was born. She was lightly furred around her genital area, and her breasts were placed high on her chest. She couldn't pass the pencil test because of the lack of tissue. She must have been a B cup if that. Her nipples were tight and erect. As she crawled over to her sister, her ass was presented to me again. It was still a fiery red color. Below it she was leaking fluids as well. Shelly helped her sister clean up a little by using her tongue on Nelly's box. Nelly was unbuttoning her dress and I helped her remove it.

Nelly was a little more developed that Shelly. Her labia were puffier and those breasts a little larger and firmer. Her nipples, like her sister's stood proud and erect on her chest. As she moved in to her sister, Shelly began to suckle her sister's teat. She sucked and chewed a little on it and her sister moaned. The actions of the two sisters had gotten me ready and I removed my clothing. Nelly noticed my nudity first.

"Oh Mr. West. Look at you. You're beautiful," she said.

"Jim is my name and you two are the ones that are beautiful. If you play nice and not be naughty, I might just teach you some more games that you would like."

They agreed they would behave. I lay on the blanket and had Nelly straddle my face as Shelly began stroking my cock. I quickly found Nelly was a virgin. Her maidenhead was intact. As she approached her orgasm she started shaking. The distracting sucking on my cock had stopped momentarily so I paid all my attention to Nelly. I then found out why the sucking had stopped. Shelly had positioned herself above me and slammed down on my cock in one fluid motion. She screamed out the pain as I tore through her hymen. She landed with her pubis against mine, my full cock inside her, the helmet head rammed tight against her cervix. Nelly quickly dismounted to hold her sister. I was running my hands along her sides trying to comfort her. Nelly took command and began kissing Shelly deeply. Her hands played with Shelly's breasts and nipples. She was tugging and pulling nipples, twisting them and otherwise stimulating Shelly. Shelly began to move. Her hips sliding back and forth, stimulating my rigid pole, which so recently invaded her most private sanctuary. She was heating up and with that heat came movement.

Now Shelly was actively engaged in our coupling. She was moving faster as she approached escape speed. Nelly was playing with Shelly's pussy and her fingers were vibrating lightning quick across Shelly's clitoris. Shelly grabbed her own nipples and pulled them at least two inches out from her body as she threw her head back and howled out her orgasm. She shuddered and shivered and bucked as she came again and again. Her cunt was leaking gallons of girl cum all over me and Nelly's head was in the thick of things, lapping it up. My hands were searching out woman flesh to handle and didn't care which one it was. I had four fingers in Nelly's tight box and was stroking the special flesh on the top of her vagina. Her eyes went blank a moment and she had an orgasm. My hand was flooded as she squirted out her enjoyment of my ministrations.

"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God" she cried. Her prayer became a rhythmic chant as she continued to come against the assault of my fingers inside her. Shelly had slowed down to a reduced speed as she basked in the afterglow of the largest orgasm in her short life. She reached over to her sister and lovingly kissed her lips. They brought their tongues into play and things started getting steamy again. With the kissing effecting Shelly, her orgasm began to rise again. This time, as Shelly reached to zenith, I shot a load of cum into her. My hot spunk carried her over the top and for a moment her breathing stopped. She doubled up at the strength of her orgasm, twice, no three times in rapid succession. Exhausted, she fell from me on to the blanket unconscious.

"OH damn," Nelly swore. "I wanted you to take me. Now you won't be any good till tomorrow or the next day."

"Where did you get an idea like that?" I asked her.

"Momma talked to us. She told me." was her reply.

"Well that may be the way her husband was, but that isn't me." I was playing with her nipples, pulling and tweaking them. I could see she was getting worked up, but then so was I. I told her to look down at my cock. Her mouth dropped as she gazed at my once again rigid pussy wrecker.

"Hummmm. This looks nice." She said as she stroked my cock. She tasted it. "It tastes different from sis's cunt. Her juice and your juice must make this taste. It's good. Food for the Gods."

She quit talking and sucked my cock all the way into her mouth. She slid it in and out. Damn it felt good. She went faster and faster. I was getting close and told her so. She stopped because she wanted me to put it inside her. She got on her hands and knees and wagged her butt at me. She told me she'd peeked in on her Ma and Pa and this was how they were doing it. So I mounted her from behind. Her maidenhead was not intact. I asked once I was seated fully inside her and she answered with one work, cucumber. Just another way she was different from her sister. I stroked in and out in a mechanical rhythm. I also managed to direct my angle of attack so I was pushing my rod across her G spot with every thrust. She started shivering as I thrust. I increased speed and changed angles with every push. This threw her. Then her sister crawled under her, headfirst. I felt the tongue as it licked the junction of cock and pussy. This drove Nelly crazy. She began gyrating on my pole.

"Faster, Harder!" she cried out. I was bottoming out as fast as I could. We mounted the bull together and were in for the long haul. I felt her vagina tighten. She felt my cock lengthen and grow wider. I slammed home as I spanked her ass once more. She screamed. I swear they heard her in Dodge. I continued my assault with my cock and my hand. I felt her clamp down on my cock each time I swatted her. Both of her ass cheeks were scarlet. She couldn't stop her orgasms. They were continual now. Shelly's tongue and lips were locked on Nelly's helpless clitoris. As each successive orgasm wracked her body, Nelly became weaker and weaker. Finally orgasmic fatigue got the best of her and she collapsed. I looked at her hole. It was gaping open but I could see the contractions as the next orgasm hit her. Her little brown pucker was also pulsing.

I scooped some of the copiously produced fluid from her pussy and worked in around and into her asshole. She hummed and wiggled her ass a little when I did that. I pulled her butt back, which also brought it lower. I stroked my erection in and out to get it slick, and then I pulled back and placed my cock on her rosebud and pushed. I slowly increased the pressure against her sphincter. The head of my cock finally penetrated into her bowel. I slid effortlessly to the very root of my cock. Nelly was babbling about how good it felt, as I began to stroke. Shelly had three fingers up inside Nelly's vagina. I could feel their motion through the thin membrane separating us. She got into a rhythm with me. As I stroked in, she stroked out. This gave Nelly and me the maximum pleasure. My cock began to grow larger. I was on the verge of coming again. Nelly suddenly got deathly still. I blew my wad into her bowels as her climax reached the zenith and she exploded. I pulsed for at least a minute while she kept a death grip on the foreign member in her asshole. When she had relaxed enough, I slowly pulled out of her. Shelly had torn a piece of cloth off her petticoat and wetted it in the stream. She washed me off, washed her sisters ass and threw the rag away. She then settled up next to me, rubbing her titties into my back while I cradled her sister in my arms. Before I knew what was happening we were all asleep.



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Chapter 14

I was first to wake. The afternoon sun was waning low in the western sky. I nuzzled the twins and tweaked titties until they stirred. I pointed out the sky and we hurriedly dressed. I assisted them onto the seat and set the horse out at a trot. It was still light when we got back to the stable. Moss was waiting on us. I paid him for the time with the rig and he said my horse was back. I thanked him and said I'd see Asper about the fee. He waved me off as I escorted the sisters up the street.

I took them to Delmonico's for dinner. For little things they sure could eat. Maybe it was because of the exercise they'd gotten this afternoon. Our steaks were delicious. The fixings were good and they even had a salad, of sorts. I got mine medium rare and they twins got theirs well done. We chatted and when we were finished I escorted the ladies home. They were staying at Ma Smalley's boarding house, which meant I was not allowed to stay. I returned to the hotel by way of Quint Asper's shop. He was just closing up and I paid him the two dollars and tipped him another for taking my horse back to the livery stable. He thanked me and asked if I would join him for a drink. It was early so I agreed. We walked up the street to the Texas Trail saloon. We stepped up to the bar and I ordered two whiskeys.

"They don't serve his kind in here, not with decent people here, that is." Came a voice from down the bar.

I looked sideways in the direction of the voice. I took stock of the man speaking. Dusty clothes told me he'd just come in off the trail. His gun was slung low on his hip. The bullet loops on his belt were empty. He was unshaven and dirty looking. I slid my drink over to Quint who was on the other side of me. The man slammed his hand down hard on the bar, to get everyone's attention I guess.

"I said they don't serve his kind in here."

"And what kind would that be" I asked coldly.

"He's a breed. He can go down to the Long Branch. They don't care who they serve. Get out, breed"

I placed my hand on Quint's shoulder. He had is knife, but you don't bring a knife to a gunfight. He knew it and I knew it. I looked at him and nodded. I slowly turned to face the man. My hands were still up near my chest. I slowly lowered them to just beside my 45's.

"Now then, mister. I don't like your tone, I don't like your opinion and I don't like you. I'm giving you two choices. You can shut up and leave. You do that and you'll live. Or, you can try your luck and draw. In that case you'll die. It's up to you. But being as this here Colt is one of the most powerful handguns around and could blow your head clean off, you have to ask yourself 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do ya, punk?"

He stared at me. I began to close down my field when I noticed another man shift over to the man's right. He appeared to me like he was getting in position to respond to my offer, too. I shifted my tactic and slowly changed my stance. This would be a two-hand draw. He continued to stare.

"Well, you going to stand there all day or you going to make up your mind." He didn't look like he would back down. For some reason he had hatred for the Indian and Quint was taking the flack from that. I wasn't going to back down either. Quint was all right in my eyes and I was settling the score.

"Any time you're ready cowboy."

I didn't speak any more. Everyone else moved quickly away from the line of fire, except the cowboy that had moved earlier. I figured he was the cowboy's backup. He proved it by not moving. I watched his muscles not his hand. They would telegraph his move. The tic on his face was the first indication, followed by the drop of his shoulder and the twitch on neck. He began his draw and everything went into slow motion.

My guns were in my hands and the right one exploded before his gun cleared the holster. If he was a target at the range, the shot was a ten ring. My left hand was filled with the big Colt and pointing directly at the second man. He had his hands up. He wasn't as stupid as his friend.

"Take your friend and get him out of here, he's smelling up the place." I told him "Then you get lost, permanently. I see you again and you'll join him, got it?" The man nodded and with the help of the swamper, he was removing the corpse as Marshal Dillon came through the door, gun drawn. He looked at the dead man and shook his head. He saw me and holstered his weapon. He indicated to the men to continue what they were doing.

"What was this?" he asked.

"A bigot who though he could back up his ideology with his gun." I replied.

"Matt you should have seen it. He is the absolute fastest draw I've ever seen!" Quint offered.

"I gave him a chance to leave and he decided to die instead. I think I recognized him on a wanted poster. If he's who I think he is, there is $500 on him dead or alive. Collect it for me and give it to the Reverend."

Dillon agreed and we all enjoyed a watered down whiskey. It hardly burned as it went down. By the time we finished with our drinks the bar was back to normal. There was a card came going and I sat in on the game when a chair became available. I won some, lost some and came away from the game about 20 dollars behind. It was a good way to pass the time. I headed over to the hotel and bunked in for the night.

The next morning I went over to the Mexican café, El Gato Negro & the Black Cat. I was really out of place. I was the only gringo there. I asked what they had and then ordered cabrito burritos. The goat meat was cooked to perfection. They mixed in refried beans, rice, jalapeño peppers, onions and goat cheese. I had them add some eggs and made them breakfast burritos. They cooked with garlic so that flavor was there too. They were the best cabrito burritos I'd had all day!

After eating I left a nice tip for the senorita that waited on me. It surprised her, as I heard a soft exclamation before I opened the door. Smiling, I turned my head and nodded at her. She blushed and lowered her eyes. She was cute but I wasn't ready for another dalliance. But it did remind me about the twins. I kept my eyes alert as I strolled the streets of Dodge City. I nodded to Chester as we passed on the street. Then I saw what I was looking for.

Amy Posey ran the Millinery shop in Dodge. I knocked on the door to her shop and shortly she came to answer. Amy was a plain woman, short and a little overweight. Her hips were where she carried the weight. Her hair was a dull light brown and she had brown eyes. Smallish breasts were held high on her chest by the bodice of her dress. She was a good seamstress because the brocade on her dress was hand sewn, too.

"May I help you?" she asked with a smile. Her voice was musical and her smile was catching. I grinned back and told her why I was there. She said she knew the girls and knew their sizes. She showed me bolts of fabric. I chose some that I liked and she suggested some combinations. We decided on the two outfits and then haggled on the price. She said $10 and I responded with $30. Startled, she looked at me quizzically. I shrugged my shoulders.

"You do good work. I can tell by the dress you are wearing. It accentuates what you think is your best features," I looked directly at her breasts, then looked up again, "and minimizes what you think is your worst. I want you to put as much care into these dresses as you do in your own. I figure that's worth the extra cost. I don't mind. Can you have them done in two days?"

"Yes I can." She replied. "Business has been slow, so I will start right now. They can come in for a final fitting tomorrow noon."

"Could you possibly finish them out and let me present them as a surprise. Then you could adjust later if needed. I'll throw in an extra ten dollars."

Amy agreed and told me I could pick up the dresses at 2 o'clock tomorrow afternoon. I paid her in advance for the work, which surprised her. I knew she would have them ready tomorrow at two. I thanked her and continued my tour. I stopped in at the gun shop to browse. My Colts were better than anything he had in the shop. I did pick up two boxes of shells though. I replaced the spent cartridges with new shells.

Lunch at Delmonico's was good as usual. About 4:30 that afternoon, a small wagon train entered Dodge. The date was August 13, 1873. It could only be the Waite Phillips wagon train. I sat on the bench outside the hotel. I watched as the group disembarked from the wagons. Remembering Angelica's description I recognized her mother Peggy Sue. I also knew Waite from his photograph at the Ranger museum. He was a bit younger than the photo, but I knew him. I also knew Lisa Marie who was described by Angelica and whose chest was huge. They all gathered in front of the hotel and Waite was telling them they would stay a couple days to gather strength. They would check in and after the wagons were secure, they would all eat. He told them to go inside.

He stepped over to me and said "Howdy, my name's Waite Phillips. Do you know of a place where I can safely store my wagons and their contents? We've been traveling from Tennessee and we're on our way to Waco, Texas. All our worldly belongings are in the wagons and we need a place to lock them safe for the night."

"Glad to know you, Mr. Phillips. My name is Jim West. I'm a visitor to Dodge myself, but Mr. Grimmick's livery stable is just down the street and I believe he does have secure storage for you and your wagons. If you don't mind my asking, there are quite a few beautiful women in your troop of travelers. I only see three men, well two men and a sturdy looking lad. You're traveling through some rough country. How is it you are able to do it with so few men?"

"Well my wives..." he paused, then continued, "my wives are all excellent shots, as is my foreman Jim and Jesse is getting better every day. Jesse is the lad you referred to."

"You said wives so I assume you are Mormon?" Of course I knew different but any one of the period would ask the question and he would think it strange if I hadn't asked.

He laughed. "My wife, Annabelle Lee, the pretty little thing with the light brown hair and wearing the green gingham dress with the white apron, she's Mormon. The rest of us just love her to death, but we are not Mormon. My first three wives are from Sneedville Tennessee. You ever hear of it?"

I shook my head no. He continued, "Well there was a bank robbery and I saved Lisa Marie, the tall black haired lovely with the extremely large front. Peggy Sue and Carol Ann, those two waiting by the door were roommates and close friends. I guess that closeness carried over and we just clicked. We got married on the trip and well, the rest is history."

I suggested he drive the wagons down to Grimmick's place and make arrangements and I'd guard his family while he was gone. He looked at me closely. I could see the look of concern on his face. I pulled out my wallet and retrieved the card I'd shown Dillon earlier. I handed it to Waite. He looked at it and laughed.

"Is this for real? Where I come from..." He stopped short. "Are you really a Secret Service agent?" he asked. When I nodded affirmative, he continued "In that case I'm sure that my women will be just fine while I'm gone. Yes, thank you for the offer."

The other man was introduced to me as Jim Kirklin and the lad was Jesse Jackson. I told them where the stable was and they started off. In the meantime, I introduced myself to the lovely morsels standing in front of the hotel. I could easily tell the genetics of Peggy Sue. They had been passed down to her great, great granddaughter. Since I already knew she was the head of the clan, I suggested we go inside and get the family registered in rooms and they could check out the room and be back down before the men returned.

We entered the hotel and I went with Peggy Sue to the desk. She asked for four rooms, two that adjoined if there was a pair plus the other two could be anywhere. The clerk balked for a moment. I caught his attention. "I'd do it if I were you. This lady probably would shoot your eye out if you cross her. I've met her husband and you don't even want to cause him any trouble."

The clerk swallowed and gave her the keys to 6,8, 9 and 10. Number nine was the one was next to my room. I picked up the largest of the suitcases, one in each hand. I had the deskman get the next two cases and the left over cases were light enough for the ladies to handle. Looking at these lovely lasses was putting a strain on the lower member, but I knew better than to start anything. They were all married to one of the men and I had the twins.

They picked out which rooms they were taking. The room next to mine was to be for the children and that was OK by me. They put their bags in their chosen rooms and then gathered in the hallway. I suggested we move the party outside to wait for the men to return. I got unanimous consent from the group and we exited the hotel. As we were standing around I was introduced to the family. I could see the way they fit. It really was nice. I got to hold one of the babies. I don't remember if it was April, May or June. They were happy babies that were laughing and cooing despite their long journey.

Waite, Jim and Jesse returned just then. "Is there someplace that serves good food around here?"

"Delmonico's it the best place in town. I'm headed there and would be obliged if you'd join me."

"We've got a very large family. Why don't you join us instead?" he replied.

We bickered all the way to the restaurant. He allowed me to pay for Peggy Sue and his meal and he paid the rest. It was a good compromise. They told of their trials along the way. One of the younger wives brought up the name of Millie and sadness crept over Waite's face. She was the one that was left in Missouri to die at a new hospital. I expressed my condolences to him, but the mood soured. We finished in quiet and I said goodnight as they headed for the hotel.

I headed for Ma Smalley's boarding house. I had a set of twins to spark. I knocked at the door and a short round gray haired woman answered the door. I politely asked if I might talk to Nelly or Shelly. Ma frowned but went back inside. Shortly one of the twins appeared. Without the other and no identifying dresses, I was at a loss as to which twin this was.

"Oh, it's you" she squealed as she threw her arms around my neck and smothered me with kisses. "Nelly will be so jealous that she didn't get here first."

"Now Shelly, you know we share and share alike." I reminded her.

"I don't want to." She pouted.

I reminded her to be good as I placed my hand sharply on her lovely left cheek, the lower one. She flinched and turned scarlet at the reminder. Just then her sister, Nelly burst through the door and threw herself at me. She jumped into my arms, almost bowling me over. She kissed me all over my face. I fondled her body since she was holding it against me. Then when my hand reached her buttocks she froze. She was a little tender there, too. I let her down when I noticed Ma Smalley peeking out of the window. I suggested we take a walk, which they eagerly agreed to.

We strolled down the boardwalk on Main Street. At the end of the street was the school and we entered the schoolyard. There were benches, and a swing tied to the limb of the big tree. It also had a seesaw. The girls took turns letting me push them on the swing. As we played, the buttons on their dresses somehow miraculously became unbuttoned. One at a time, more and more of their bodies became exposed. The moon came up about then. The girls tired of the swing and they pulled me into the shadows of the schoolhouse. There was a bench there and they loosened the rest of their buttons. They sat me on a bench facing one direction and they sat on either side facing the other. They took turns kissing while making it easy for my hands to play with their perky breasts. Both hands were at work, stimulating their nipples and lightly squeezing tit flesh.

It wasn't long before Nelly slipped out of her dress completely. While she was doing this, Shelly was extracting my cock from my pants. I helped somewhat. I removed my pants completely. Shelly got into the act and soon all three of us were naked. Nelly knelt down in front of me and took my cock in her mouth. Instantly I became erect. Shelly stood over her and forced me to take one of her lovely tits in my mouth. I sucked, licked, bit and otherwise teased her breast. My hands touched her lips, searching for the nib I knew was there. I found her clitoris and I used all the technique I knew and had her coming in a couple of minutes.

Shelly sat on the bench next to me while her sister Nelly mounted my lap, and my cock. She easily slid up and down on my hard rod. When her sister had recovered enough she stood behind me and played with her sister. Her hands roamed all over as Nelly's excitement rose. Higher and higher her excitement went. She was almost at the brink when Shelly dug her clawed fingernails into the flesh of Nelly's ass. That was all it took. I pulled Nelly to me, covering her scream with my mouth. I held her there while she came pulsing my cock with her vaginal muscles. It was maddening. My cock grew larger. Suddenly she wrestled from my grasp, stood up, leaving my cock exposed to the wind, turned and grasped it again in her hands. She positioned herself and dropped.

My cock was forced into the tight confines of her ass. She was still orgasming. I could feel my cock being clenched tight, and then relaxed so I could move it. I needed to move. I had to move. The feeling was exquisite. I felt a tongue on my ball sack. It traversed the skin and transitioned to the base of my cock. It ascended further and was licking both my cock and the vagina above. Shelly's cunnilingual skills superceded my own. As she continued her assault on her sister's pussy, my cock continued to probe Nelly's backdoor. The proceedings had her babbling. The effect of her contractions finally brought things to a head. My cock expanded in girth and length as my orgasm arrived. My semen spewed into her body, searing its way into her bowels. She started to scream again but Shelly was there to place her mouth over her sister's to keep her quiet.

Once things subsided, Shelly said, "I have GOT to try that. Nelly loves it so much there has to be something to it. When we play, she always insists that I put a finger in there, too. Now, you two wait here, I'm going over to the water pump to get some water to wash you off with. Don't go away."

She ran naked across the schoolyard to the well pump. I played with Nelly's body, softly stroking her as we waited. My cock was still trapped in her ass and she was still rhythmically contracting, the aftershocks of her orgasm. Shelly returned and started to wash us. Nelly lifted herself off me and Shelly took great pains to be sure my cock was clean. To be extra sure, when she was finished, she took it in her mouth and sucked me hard again.

"My turn," she said. She lowered herself down on my cock. My cock was aimed at her vagina and she began a rocking motion as soon as I was fully seated within her. For the next half hour we played until her orgasm broke. She flooded my groin with copious amounts of her fluid and I added to the mix with some of my own. Nelly was more than eager to lick up the mess. I was done. She was done. We all were done. The girls and I got dressed and I had to help them walk back to Ma Smalley's place. We were there just before curfew, so all was right. Ma Smalley asked what was wrong with Nelly. We said she came down with a case of the vapors and left it at that. I said goodnight and headed back to the hotel. When I got to my room I head giggling in the room across from me, but the rest of the floor was quiet. I got ready for bed, climbed in and was out like a light.

The next day I ran across several of the ladies in my travels. I didn't see Waite or the other men. At two o'clock I was back at Amy's door. The dresses were ready. She showed them to me. They were on two dressmaker's dummies. They were gorgeous. One was pink with red trim and lace. It had a stiff bodice and would push up Nelly's breasts nicely. The other was two shades of blue; a dark blue satin with light blue accents and white lace. The bodice on this one also would enhance the wearers bust line. As I looked, I noted with interest they were lower cut than was the style. I could also see there would be easy access if someone desired to taste the delights contained therein. I smiled. Amy must have known what I was thinking as she started to blush.

I told her I approved of them. She took them off the dummies and folded them up carefully. She wrapped them in tissue paper, then brown paper and tied the package with string. Each one was marked so I'd know which was which. She brought them to me. I took them from her and put them down for a minute. I took her hand. I felt her tremble a little. I pulled the mousy little seamstress to me and kissed her soundly. I felt her melt in my arms. My hand came up and when I squeezed her bodice she shook violently. Her nipple was like a razor cutting through the palm of my hand, it was that hard. I held her until she could stand. I thanked her profusely for completing the dresses on time and for doing such an excellent job. I retrieved my packages and left the shop. She put a closed sign on the door, locked it and retreated to the back room. I wonder what she was going to do...

I took the packages to the girls. They were both surprised to see me; even more surprised to see the packages. They ran to their room and changed. When they returned you could hardly tell it was the same two girls. But they were a little confused. Why was I bringing them dresses? I told them that while they were two beautiful girls, soon they would need to find husbands to take care of them. These dresses would accentuate their natural assets and would insure they would capture the heart of someone who would take care of them. They were disappointed that I wouldn't be courting them. I told them I couldn't decide on one or the other, so I decided on neither to be fair. Somehow they saw the logic in that and we parted as friends.

After lunch I wandered over to the blacksmith shop. When I got there, Quint was busy shoeing a mule. I stopped to talk as he worked. He told me he was working on the mules for the wagon train that pulled in yesterday afternoon.

"You must mean the Phillips party." I said.

"That's right, Waite Phillips." He replied. "I'm shoeing 20 today. It's going to be a great day! He brought me all his mules and his prize horse, too. He's paying in gold and that suits me just fine."

He smiled and I had to agree with him. I left him to his work and returned to my stakeout bench, by the store. While I was watching, I saw Peggy Sue, Carol Ann, Darlene, and another woman I didn't know walking purposely towards Amy's shop. They knocked and Amy answered. She invited the women in. A while later the ladies left. The one I didn't know looked different. She was wearing a different dress and the others were carrying four packages. This new woman looked regal in her new gown. I wondered if she was one of Phillips' wives or what. I wasn't going to press the matter, though.

I was in Delmonico's when the Phillips family came in. The folks there started to applaud. I wondered why. I called the waiter over. He told me that Mr. Phillips had saved Mr. Jonas that afternoon from robbery and certain death. Where was I, I thought? I must have been over to the rooming house with Nelly and Shelly. Shoot, I missed all the fun. Oh well. I finished my meal and saluted to Waite as I left. He just shrugged his shoulders and grinned. I decided to turn in for the evening. Bad choice. The sounds of lovemaking resounded in the building and kept me up. I stayed up until I took things in hand and relieved the situation. I spewed into the chamber pot that was under the bed. I hadn't used it during my stay, so no biggie. It was late and I resolved to sleep late.

I did sleep late. I got up, and dressed. I looked out the window at the glorious day. I saw something strange. Mr. Dillon and Chester were sneaking up the street. I looked the other way and saw Festus coming. Below me I saw the Conestoga wagons of the Phillips's. I then noticed there was a lone rider holding two horses across the street. The bank was also across the street. I put two and two together and got bank robbery. I went over to the corner and retrieved the Sharps rifle. I grabbed a box of shells too. Back at the window, I slowly opened it. I took the pillow from the bed and made a bench rest from it after folding it in half. I shouldered the weapon and set the Creedmoor sight. I was ready for trouble too. Just in time. I saw Phillips rush the man on the horse and he put the man out of action. Phillips returned to his wagon just in time.

Two men came walking backwards out of the bank. They turned and saw their rides were gone. I heard Marshal Dillon call out to them to surrender. He called out for them to drop their weapons. They both turned toward the sound of his voice and opened fire. They backed away from Dillon and Jesse right into Festus's sights.

He opened up on them and missed and they ducked down between some crates. The crates blocked the line of sight for both Festus and Matt. Waite and Jim would have open shots, but the crates still afforded the robbers some cover. However, I could see them both plainly. I shoved a cartridge into the receiver of the Sharps. This was it. I sighted, took in a breath, pulled the set trigger, exhaled halfway and gently applied steady backward pressure to the trigger of the gun. It exploded and I saw the one robber fly back when the slug hit him square in the chest. I swung the rifle to the next position and found I was not needed. The other robber had just taken a round from either Jim or Waite. The fight was over. I pulled the big gun inside and closed the window. I ran a quick oil patch down the bore and put the gun back in the corner.

I decided I'd follow the Phillips family for a while. Their actions and my time spent with Angelica told me they were good people. I packed my one bag, got my gun and ammo, saddlebags and purchases and checked out of the hotel. I made my way past the fuss and was at Grimmick's stable in no time. I threw the blanket and saddle on Buster and took off. I had enough jerky and stuff in the bags, plus the wallet to wish on. Next stop, Fort Griffin, TX.

Buster and I made good time on the Texas Trail. I knew we'd be traveling faster than the wagon train. I did have to stay alert, as this was Indian country. The big cattle drives usually didn't have any problems, because of the number of hands riding. But the small trains and the lone riders could be easily dealt with if a band came upon them. So we were careful not to kick up a dust cloud and kept our silhouette low to the horizon. I lived off the land and my supplies. Every once in awhile I would catch me a jackalope in my snares. For those of you unfamiliar with the small game of the southwest, a jackalope is a hare, about two feet long, that has a small rack of antlers, similar but smaller than an antelope. Their meat is real tasty and they were hunted into extinction in the late 1880's. Farmers would catch them in their gardens and shoot them. Many of the cabins on the prairie had the antlers of jackalopes tacked to the wall near the doors. They made passable coat racks. Anyways, I'd cook them and make sure my fire was out before sundown. No sense sending out a beacon to the marauders.

We were better than half way to Fr. Griffin when Buster got real spooky. Somehow he sensed the danger. His ears were twitching forward and back. Then his nostrils flared and his ears were plastered back. He reared up a little and I tried to settle him down. It was during this that I saw the danger. A big cat was watching us from the rocks of the canyon wall ahead. I could see his evil yellow eyes staring down at us. I eased back on Busters reins while nudging his sides. Buster backed up slowly. While he was backing, I slowly, I mean real slowly pulled the Winchester from the scabbard. The Sharps on the other side had more power, but I wanted the repeater capability of the Winchester. We'd backed into a corner, as far as we could go from the cat. I dismounted and turned back to face the cat. He was gone.

I was panic stricken now. I knew I needed to get my back against a wall. I didn't tie Buster. He needed to be free. I slipped the tied reins of his bridle over the big horn of the roping saddle. They were loose enough to give him his head. He just stood there shivering. I think I was shivering too. We waited. For a few minutes, nothing happened. Then I hear a rock tumble down the rock wall, to my left. I swung my Winchester around just in time to see the cat hurling down from above, claws extended and mouth agape. The white ivory fangs on him somehow seemed gigantic. My gun exploded. I levered in another round. The cat was lying on the ground, panting for breath. The bullet somehow had managed to incapacitate the brute, but didn't finish him. I pulled out the Colt and put one in his head. The danger was passed, for now. Who knows who had heard the gunshots and would be investigating? I didn't wait to find out. I was mounted on Buster and got out of there in no time flat!

I'd gone about a mile from the attack, when I saw a trail of dust behind me. I wasn't about to wait. Two miles or so ahead was a rise in the geography and there was what we call a rock castle on top. Just a bunch of stones, really, but they provided refuge for travelers when attacks came. I spurred Buster on. I am extremely thankful for Buster. He's surefooted and fast. Very fast. We got to the rock outcropping about a half mile ahead of the band of Indians chasing us. There was a path into the rocks. We threaded our way in. Once inside, we'd be safe, I thought. What we found changed my mind. I found the bleaching bones of a family. There was a father, mother, two boys and a little girl from the looks of the tattered clothing. The man had had a Henry rifle and a Patterson Colt. A closer look told me the gruesome truth. The children were lying next to each other. The mother and father had their arms entwined. The father had the Colt in his hand and the Henry lay broken against the rock. There was one bullet hole in the mother's head and one in the father's. To keep from the horrors of the Indian deprivation, they had ended their lives.

I wasn't about to do that. I had 200 rounds for the Sharps, 100 for the Winchester and the Colts, plus what was already in the guns. I pulled the Sharps out and set up a shooting spot. The war party had arrived and they were circling the rise like they would a wagon train. Their shots were nowhere near close. I counted 13 braves and about 500 yards back sat the war chief. I started with the Winchester. Mind you, hitting a moving target is not the easiest thing in the world to do. However, I took my time. I had plenty of time and ammo and they didn't. I missed on the first shot. Second shot took out my first Comanche. Still it was hard to get shots lined up and I missed a couple more. I made up for it when a conjunction occurred and the bullet passed through the first Indian and lodged in the second. The other Indians were oblivious to my headway and shortly they were down to five redskins. The four braves had stopped circling and pulled back. They were having a pow wow with the chief. I could see one brave arguing with the chief.

Now it was time for the Sharps. I set up the Creedmoor sight and set the elevation for five hundred yards. I'd filled a sock with sand and I placed it on top of the rock I was hiding behind to act as a bench rest. I got settled in. I was lucky in the fact that the chief was seated on his pony and facing almost straight on to my shot. I took aim. I aimed for the notch of his sternum. A hit there would take him out. I pulled the set trigger, and then letting my breath out halfway, I fired the big gun. It had some kick. I watch as they sat on their ponies looking my way. Then as if in slow motion, I saw the chief topple from his horse dead. While I watch the tableau, I reloaded the weapon and was ready for another shot. The Indians obliged me by not moving and I took out the angry brave as well. That did it. The remaining three grabbed the reins of the two riderless horses and high tailed it out of there. I was sure I wouldn't have any more trouble. I led Buster out of the rocks. I checked the Indians for loot. I found some scalps and two very good knives. Their guns were worthless, but I smashed the stocks anyway. They wouldn't be used again. When I got to the Chief, I took his beaded bib and his war bonnet of eagle feathers. The loss of the bonnet would affect the tribe's wealth. They would lose face with the other groups of the Comanche.

I didn't wait any longer; I put Buster into an easy lope to put as much ground between the killing fields and us as possible. We pushed hard and slept little. We made excellent time and were at Fort Griffin sooner that I'd expected. I talked with a sergeant named O'Rourke and told him of the troubles. He told me the Indians camped at the fort were Hekawi's and were peaceful. There was a small boarding house in the little town that grew up around the fort and I took a room there. It had only one other lodger, Jane Thrift. I discovered she was sweet on the commander of the fort, Captain Wilton Parmenter and had followed him when his previous assigned post; Fort Courage in Kansas was accidentally burnt to the ground by one of the corporals with vision problems. The Army shipped the outfit lock, stock and barrel to Fort Griffin. The Hekawi Indian tribe followed them and Miss Jane Thrift sold her store and came along, too.

It actually took a week for the Phillips wagon train to catch up. I spent my time learning about the history of the Hekawi Indians, observing the interactions between the soldiers, Indians and civilians and playing poker with Agarn and O'Rourke. I got interested in O'Rourke Enterprises and learned how he was getting pay and supplies for thirty men but only had seventeen on the roster. That was how he was financing the enterprise. I guess there's one in every outfit.

A week after I arrived, about three in the afternoon I saw the wagons approach the fort. They drove inside and circled the wagons on the parade ground. It was close to five when I smelled the most delicious odors. They were coming from the fort. I meandered in and found Waite's women had set up a chow line. The soldiers were going through the line so I got at the end. As I came up to the line, I picked up a plate and extended it to Doreen, who happened to be the first server.

"Why Mr. West!" she exclaimed in surprise. "What are you doing here? Look sisters, it's Mr. West!"

Patty and Karen and Darlene were the closest and they all greeted me enthusiastically. They crowded around and hugged on me like long lost kin. Junior started to stir at all the attention of the ladies. I thanked them for the welcome and went back to the line. As I proceeded through the line, I noticed there were three women I didn't recognize from Dodge. There was a strong family resemblance between them. I guessed they were three generations of the same family. I took my plate over to where the men were eating and sat on a campstool. Phillips and Kirklin welcomed me. They started to introduce me to the soldiers but I explained I'd been here for almost a week already. I asked about their plans and found they were going to follow the Brazos to Waco. I decided to follow behind this time, so I'd stay an extra day before setting out.

The next morning there was a repeat of the food line and I joined in. Those women sure could cook. I was a bit envious of him. But I did have Susie and she was a master. I was thinking it was getting close to time to get back, but not yet. This was a good vacation and I was having a great time. I waved to the wagon train as it pulled out. I found things to busy myself with, namely Marsha, the shopkeeper. She closed up the shop and spent several hours with me doing naughty things, which made her feel real good. I know she felt good because I was doing the feeling...



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Chapter 15


The following morning before sunup, I dressed and kissed her on the forehead as I crept from her room. I made my way to the livery stable and woke the man. I got Buster out and was on the trail in a half hour. I rode most of the day without seeing anything. Around dusk I came to a rise. There was a wagon in the trees. I called out but there was no answer. I rode up to it and noticed a little uphill from it was a new grave. There was a stick cross on the grave to act as headstone. All it said was Mother. I rode back over to the wagon. It was almost empty. There were a few worthless guns scattered in the back. Some discarded clothing was there too. I gathered some wood for a fire. As I was looking I noticed a boot down the hillside. I investigated and found the bodies of at least seven men. Using my keen skills of deductive reasoning, I figured these men were bad men, killed while someone, probably Phillips, rescued the owners of the wagon. They lovingly buried the mother who had died. Anyway, since they weren't afforded a burial that's what I figured. I left them there.

I had beans and hard tack for dinner. It sure wasn't like yesterday. Oh well. I slept well enough and I rose refreshed. I followed the wagon tracks, which were probably left by the Phillips clan. Since I was alone on horseback without a wagon to slow me down, I caught up to the wagon train early the next day. I had just ridden up beside Phillips' wagon when I heard someone ask 'are we there yet'. I had to choke down my laugh. That was certainly priceless. We rode together for a while and then I spurred my horse forward. I was about two miles ahead when two riders suddenly surprised me. One of the men wore a mask and was riding a white stallion. The other was an Indian. They didn't act aggressive towards me and I talked with them for a while. They had some interesting things to let me know and when they were done, they headed back up the Brazos. They would cross the wagon's trail shortly. In the meantime, I was tiring of the adventure. I got to a rise along the path the train would take. I watered Buster and hobbled him. I removed the saddle and bridle and left a note for whoever found him to take good care of him. I took the Sharps and the Winchester and made my wish to return to where I started, two minutes later, with the guns I had in my hands and in my holsters. No one would know I'd been gone.

When I awoke, I was back in my bed. I was more tanned from being outside so much, but none the worse for wear. Talk about an adventure. Wow. It reminded me I needed to get back to Waco to find Angelica. I was leaner than I had been when I'd left. I was also hungry. I buzzed over to the IHOP and filled my tank. Then I headed for the mansion. Susie greeted me when I entered. She told me that Sam and her mothers had been by yesterday and that they would be returning this afternoon. I told her that was excellent. I was going to go over to my sister's place and bring her back. I asked if she could prepare some party platters for us to have and was told that wouldn't be a problem. I also warned her that the afternoon might get a bit steamy out by the pool. She caught my drift and said she'd take Joe shopping all afternoon. She indicated that Betty would probably want to stay and participate in the fun.

I took off again, this time in the Shelby. I went back to the old house. I got inside and sat on the couch. Something I remembered from an old Twilight Zone program had surfaced. It was the key to today. I made the wish.

"I want my doppelganger here now. He is an exact duplicate of me with all my memories, mannerisms, everything, except he will not know about the wallet. He will not remember any of the time travel or switching genders. He will have normal memories of his life and of his sister. He will be in love with his sister but hasn't approached her. That barrier will be broken down today."

I saw myself walk into the room from the kitchen and sit in my favorite recliner. I was watching from the stairs. I quickly went the rest of the way up, stepping over the squeaky warning board and quietly entered the upstairs bedroom. A quick wish made it a woman's sanctuary. I then wished the same wish as before for me. I was instantly female, relatively good looking and getting excited about today's activities. I remembered some lines in a story I'd read a few months ago. I'd gotten into reading fiction on an Internet site called Storiesonline.net. One writer, Harry the Hermit did an excellent job on a story called Puzzles and Solutions. In that story the protagonist finds a ring of power. Anyway, one of the things was his changing of people's psyche to be amiable to sex, not repressed like today's society. I took the wallet and made the wish, trying to remember the exact wording he used. "Nudity is normal, sex is normal, family sex is normal, homosexual sex is normal, consensual sex is normal even if they are under age. Group sex is normal, as long as all parties agree. Non-consensual sex or any other non-consensual act is bad, and not normal, and not to be done. Hate and dishonesty is bad; love and honesty is the way life is to be lived. Take this message with you, and everyone you come in contact with will learn this. Like a virus, this message will spread, but it will seem to everyone that they have always believed this." I wished this to be true and that it would start with me and that I would never remember the wish. Anyone I came in contact with would become infected with the "virus". These would become their beliefs and they would pass it on to anyone they came near to. I felt sure it would spread very quickly around the world. The last thing I'd wished was the memory block and the return to normal at the end again.

I told myself today would be the day. I would no longer pine after my handsome brother. We were going to have a party at his house and all three of the ladies would be there. We were going to have so much fun. My pussy started dripping at the thought of that. I just finished my shower and had to decide what to wear. I went through my top drawer and started pulling out bras. Lace and satin was the effect I wanted today. I had a lot of lacy ones but then I came across my black lace with red satin cups. Did I dare wear this one today? It was a half bra. The cup ended below my areolas. My nipples would be free to rub against the fabric of my blouse. It came with a black lace and satin crotch-less bikini. If this didn't get his attention, nothing would. I pulled the panty up and made sure the slit was situated right in the middle of my sex. I ran a finger down and confirmed it as I shivered at my touch. I put the bra on and it provided a little lift, rounding off the top of my flesh. My nipples were hard and erect with anticipation. I played with both nipples at the same time and I felt the tingle in my cunt. I slid the white satin blouse over my head and let it settle on my shoulders. I looked in the mirror. I could see the black color of the bra as well as the dark brown of my areolas through the cloth. The short white skirt hugged my body. My stocking-less legs were tanned and sleek. I put on a pair of low heels to complete the ensemble. I checked my hair and makeup. Everything was perfect. I looked dazzling. I selected the red Wicked Weasel suit, just in case it was needed. I put it, a towel and tanning lotion in the small swim bag I had. I gathered up my purse and happily closed the door behind me as I descended the stairs.

My brother was there already, waiting for me. God he's gorgeous. He always makes me so wet. I hope he doesn't smell my arousal. It's just that he makes me so horny.

"Hey sweetie, we better get going. We don't want to be late. After all you are the host!" I said laughing as I did.

"Don't worry about me, sis," he said, swatting my behind "I won't be late for this party."

I had a small orgasm at his touch.

"You cold?" he asked.

"No, not really." I replied, brushing it off. "Shall we be off?"

"Hey sis, you sure you want to go out in public dressed like that? I can see just about everything you have."

'Yes, I thought, that's exactly the effect I was aiming for. Does it pique your interest? Maybe you'll be interested enough to push that long beautiful cock in my pussy today.'

"Let's go then, the Shelby is out back."

He opened the door for me and he watched me as I got in. His eyes were riveted to my chest and legs. My nipples hardened and I know he saw that. He didn't comment but I glanced quickly enough to see his cock swell. My plan was working. Denise, Debbie and Samantha would be enough to allay his fears about sex with me.

I want him so badly; I'll share with Denise and Samantha if I have to in order to get him. Crap, there I go again. I'm leaking.

When he wasn't looking, I stuck my hand under my skirt and wiped the fluid with my finger. I got my hand out just in time and I casually licked my finger, tasting my juices. I wished he would hurry up and get there. His closeness was driving me crazy.

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'Here she comes now. Oh god how good she looks.' My sister is a fox. And the way she dresses, it would drive a monk to distraction. She's wearing that white silk blouse again. It's almost transparent. And look at her bra; she has on the black and red shelf bra that doesn't cover her. Her nipples are visible. What is she trying to do, give me a heart attack? I'd love to throw her down on the floor right now and screw her eyeballs out but shit, she's my sister!" I thought as I watched my sister enter the room.

"Hey sweetie, we better get going. We don't want to be late. After all you are the host!" She said to me, her light laughter ringing like bells in the wind.

"Don't worry about me, sis," I said, swatting her behind "I won't be late for this party." I noticed her shiver when I touched her luscious ass. I had many evil thoughts about what I could do with that ass.

"You cold?" I asked, feigning ignorance.

"No, not really." she replied, brushing it off. "Shall we be off?"

"Hey sis, you sure you want to go out in public dressed like that? I can see just about everything you have." I didn't want to share this picture of pulchritude with anyone. I wanted her all for myself. She didn't respond so I said, "Let's go then, the Shelby is out back."

I opened the door for her and watched as she got in. My eyes were drawn like moths to a flame to her chest and legs. Her nipples hardened while I gazed at them. I didn't dare comment but my cock began to swell at the sight. I turned quickly to hide my betrayer from her. My plan would work. Denise, Debbie and Samantha would be enough to allay her fears about having sex with me.

I want her so badly; I'll share with Denise, Debbie and Samantha if I have to in order to take her.

When she thought I wasn't looking, she stuck her hand under her skirt. She got her hand out just as I turned back to her. She casually licked her finger. I was rock hard from watching her tasting her juices. I had to hurry up and get home. Her closeness was driving me crazy, filling me with lust for her splendid form.

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My panties were getting drenched with his closeness. We were the first to arrive despite my worries. I greeted Susie warmly as we passed. She said she was taking Joe shopping, then to dinner and a movie. They would be back late and go directly to bed. There were snack trays in the big refrigerator and she'd prepared some steaks if my brother wanted to cook them. Everything else was prepared just in case. I kissed her on the cheek to thank her and left a lipstick mark. I wiped it off and she grabbed my hand and kissed it in return. "Have fun, teach your brother something new today" she whispered. I thanked her and watched as they left in the nice car my brother thoughtfully provided for them. He is just so nice. It's another reason I want him.

I went out to the cabana and changed into my Wicked Weasel suit. It barely covered my areolas on top and there was plenty of skin showing. My boobs had stood the test of time and gravity. They were well parked high on my chest. My nipples were the best feature though. They excited easily and right now they were poking out my top quite visibly. The bottom was about an inch wide as it swept around my hips. My slit was covered by the v of the material as it descended between my legs. It was sort of like a boy panty except it was lacking material. Skimpy would be too generous a description. They call it style 491 and that works for me. I love how it feels but I have to shave completely. That's all right though, I'm pretty sure my brother likes it that way. I decided to test the suit in his pool. He was busy elsewhere, so I walked down the steps and dipped down in the pool. The suit got wet and then transparent. The red top showed my complete areola and nipple through the material. As I came back out, I could see my labia covered by the fabric of the bottom. Yes, this would do nicely. I pulled a chaise lounge chair around, placed a towel on it and laid myself down in the sun. I knew there would be very little not tanned today. I put on my big hat to give me shade and slipped my Ray Bans back on.

Later, before the guests arrived, my brother came out with surfer trunks on and swam laps. I know for a fact that he usually swims nude. He was just wearing those because I was here. Damn him, why won't he notice me. When he finished his laps he got out and came over to where I was and shook the water off. He'd done that to me since I was ten and first starting to get boobs. I caught him looking at them all the time. I know he's fascinated with them. I really wanted to strip off my suit and stuff my boobs into his mouth. So much for being subtle, huh? I just laughed like I always do and told him to stop. He pulled up a deck chair and sat down, not saying anything. He'd put on his ray bans too and I couldn't see where he was looking, but I knew. The water he shook off was just enough to wet my left bra cup again. My nipple hardened as the evaporation effect started. I was sure his eyes were glued to my tit. I checked him out and caught movement in his lap. A sly smile crossed my face. I was satisfied he was indeed interested in my body and me.

--A buzzer drew me from my reverie. He got up and went to the security panel. A moment later he called over to me telling me the Watson family was here.

I let my sister into the back door. Susie was there. She went over to Susie and greeted her warmly. I watched them as they talked. I saw my sister kiss Susie on the cheek and then bring her hand up to wipe the lipstick off Susie's cheek. Susie grabbed her hand and kissed it back, then whispered something to her.

Joe and Susie left and we were alone. She went outside and went into the cabana. I watched through the window for her return. When she came out my jaw dropped to the floor. She was wearing the tiniest bikini I'd ever seen. Damn she looked good, too. It was red and the top just barely covered the dark circles on her chest. Her nipples were straining at the material trying to burst through. The bottom was hardly there, just a band around her hips and v panels in front and back to try and cover her assets. She had to have shaved because I noted no sign of hair down there. She went into the pool a minute to get herself wet. Then she turned around to get out. I was stunned. I could see every bump on her areolas and her nipples stuck out like sharp points on an arrow. The suit turned transparent. I could see her slit, the folds of skin that covered her joy box, the place my cock so desperately wanted to go. I was hard as a rock and I began stroking myself as I watched her. She adjusted her suit and I think she played a little with her twat while adjusting the bottom. She pulled over a chair, put a towel down and stretched out on it. She put on her floppy hat and sunglasses and laid down to soak up the sun.

I went and got my surfer suit. It would hide my lust from her. I went out and dove into the pool. I swam twenty laps and was soft enough to get out. I stood beside her and shook the excess water off. I'd been doing that since we were kids. I was thirteen and she was ten. He tits were just starting to develop and they fascinated me. A bunch of water covered her left bra cup and it turned transparent. Her nipple crinkled up hard as nails again. I pulled a deck chair over and sat down fast, trying to beat the erection that was forming. I think I made it but he was jerking at the sight of this near naked body. I think she might have noticed but she didn't say anything. I did see a slight smile on her face just before the security buzzer went off.

I got up, turning as I went so she couldn't see my predicament and answered the buzzer. "Hello" I said.

"Oh hi, it's me, Samantha. I have Mom and Mother with me. Can we come in and play?"

She was being coy. I told her my sister was here and we needed to play nice, and then buzzed her in. I saw her car pull up to the garage. Three beautiful women got out of the car. We'd spent time together but I don't know if my sister knew that fact. I did know that she had spent time with this very special family. I hoped that would make a difference and we could take our relationship to a higher level.

They came up to the door and I let them in. Sam was first and she hugged and kissed me excitedly. She wiggled her shoulders and rubbed her titties across my bare chest. Then she wiggled her butt and her cock rubbed up against mine. I was growing again. Debbie was next and she basically did the same thing as her daughter. Denise was different. Her hand immediately went to my cock and she stroked it as she attempted to play with my uvula, in the back of my throat with her tongue. My hand caressed her breast while my other hand cupped her firm ass and held her close. With the greetings out of the way, I told them that my sister was out by the pool and they should go on out there. There was a stampede to the door as they all were in a hurry to greet her.

I watched as he went inside. He would let them in and they would get him hard. That Samantha is such a minx and she takes after her mother. They'll have him hard and wanting. I'll just stay here and wait. They'll be out soon enough. Ooooh, just thinking about their bodies was getting my motor running, too. I didn't forget how nice those cocks on Denise and Samantha feel inside me. Especially when they both were in there at the same time. Now the only thing is to get him to do that to me, too.

Samantha burst out of the door. I don't think she more than three or four steps before she was on me. She lay on top of me kissing and rubbing her cock into my coochie. Her mother came over and swatted her lovely butt, telling Sam to get off me. With a wicked smile Debbie took her place on top of me, kissing and hugging. She got up of her own accord and Denise was right there waiting. She was a little more sedate, but she had her hands all over me, under the fabric of my suit. She played with my clit and she played with my hard nipples. She ended her kisses and stood up. My brother was right there looking at me. Actually he was staring. Denise had displaced the cups of my top and both nipples were pointing unhindered and uncovered towards the sun. I noticed his stare and I came. My nipples got even harder, if they possibly could and I very slowly replaced the covering. His cock was straining for release by then.

I told them to go in the cabana and change. A short time later Samantha came out with her red top and black bottom two-piece. Denise had a new suit; it looked just like Samantha's suit. The little front skirt was hiding the surprise underneath. Then I creamed again as Debbie came out. She had gotten a Wicked Weasel suit. It was a string and a patch. Well, three patches. The cups of the bra and the front only triangle of the bottom were lime green and translucent. They hid NOTHING! I just barely maintained control. I don't know how my brother managed.

"Let's see you do your dives," Debbie suggested. Sam hurried to the other end of the pool and mounted the three-meter board. She went through her routine of dives and every one was perfect. Then my brother said he was going to do his dive. He got up on the 3-meter board, when out to the end and tested the spring. He went back and adjusted the tension a bit and retested the board. He was ready so he stepped back to the back of the board. He gracefully approached, extended up in his leap, compressed the board and was flung high in the air. His arm swept out as he arced over. His downward plunge towards the water was in perfect form. At the last minute he curled up his body, tucking his head sharply so his body would rotate slightly. It was his inverted cannonball. A wall of water washed over us as he entered the water. The splash drenched us all. My suit, Debbie's suit and Denise's top all turned transparent. He came up out of the pool. He went up to Debbie and kissed her, then her tits and then her pussy. He did the same to Samantha and then turned to Debbie. He kissed her the longest, then kissed her tits which were still visible, then he knelt, pulled the panel aside and took Denise's cock in his mouth and sucked, he stroked it as he did, and within two minutes she was depositing her sperm in his mouth. When she was finished, he turned and looked at me. I was playing with my nipples and Samantha was playing with my clit. All my parts were visible to him. He crawled over to me and put his lips on mine for the first time. I orgasmed. I'm not sure whether it was from the cum in his mouth, the licking I was taking from Samantha, or the lips of Denise and Debbie on each of my hard nipples. I really don't care. I came.

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Samantha made it to my sister first. She flung herself on top and kissed and rubbed my sister. I could tell she was getting turned on. I noticed that there was a pronounced bulge in Samantha's suit as she was trying to come to fully erect. Her mother took her place and Debbie was playfully kissing her in the same way as her daughter had. Then it was Denise's turn. She took full advantage of my sisters beautifully formed body. She pulled and stretched sis's nipples and her fingers were seated deep in my sister's cunt. I could tell she was on the verge of orgasm. When Denise stood, I was standing there. The suit now covered nothing. I looked at her distended nipples and could also see her clit had come out from under the hood. She looked in my eyes and slowly moved the panels back to cover her assets.

Debbie suggested Samantha show us her dives. She readily agreed and went around to climb the three-meter board. She went through her routine and executed the dives perfectly. She came back around to accept the hugs from her mothers. I said I wanted to show them my dive, too. They were all interested, so I went over to the three-meter board. I tested the spring and then went to the roller adjust. I wanted a little more tension for a higher arc. I retested it and found it to be perfect. I made ready. I showed them perfect form as I arced high in the sky. As I was coming down I started my count. I tucked my head and body and jerked just enough to present my back at an angle. It was my reverse cannonball. I sent a tsunami towards the ladies. When I surfaced, I knew I'd been successful. I saw three sets of bare tits and two sets of labial lips through the see through fabric of the Wicked Weasel suits. Sam was wearing her competition suit and it would always be opaque, as would Denise's bottom. I figured what the hell. I got out and picked the closest one, Debbie. I kissed her thoroughly, and then kissed her tits, by moving the panels slightly and then her pussy. Next was Samantha and she was treated to the same action. Next was Denise and I wondered what she'd do. She stood waiting, anticipating my advance. I kissed her deeply, taking more time that with the others. I then moved to her lovely breasts and stimulated her more. I noticed that her cock had become erect under her suit and had created quite a bulge. I then dropped to my knees, pulled the panel aside and took her girl cock into my mouth. I made love to her cock, licking and stroking. My other hand came up and I put a finger into her vagina as I sucked her cock. I found her G spot and inside of two minutes I had her coming in my mouth. I had to swallow some of it but I collected and held as much as I could.

I turned to my sister. There was lust in her eyes. I crawled slowly over to her. I placed my lips on her lips. When she opened her mouth I shared Denise's cum with her. She shuddered as if she'd had an orgasm. My hands played over her body. Samantha was already between her legs, lapping at her weeping vagina and over stimulated clitoris. Denise and Debbie were chewing on her hard nipples and as we kissed her body arched in orgasmic bliss.

Her hand came down searching for my manhood. She began stroking. Debbie traded places with me as I began to suck her perfect breast. As her other hand displaced Samantha's tongue, Sam shifted positions to behind me. She leaned on me and I felt the bare skin of her chest against my back. She was raking me with her boobs. It seemed like the three women were ganging up my sister and me. I looked at her as she lay there. Someone had removed her suit for her. I gazed upon the vision of loveliness and knew I must have her. My suit had disappeared along with everyone else's. Denise was trying to suck my nipples as I was being stroked. I rose up a bit to help her along. It was wonderful. There was a connection to the sucking and my cock. It made me harder. By rising up I was able to suck on Denise's tits. I used one free hand to stroke her cock while the other hand caressed my sister's bountiful chest.

I was ready and I prayed she was, too. I shrugged the others off and climbed on top of my sister. She looked up at me, pulled my head down and places a searing kiss on my lips. "Take me, brother of mine, fill me with your wonderful cock. Pump your baby juice into me. I want you and I need you now!"

Hearing that permission was all it took. I moved into position and felt Samantha's hand as she guided my cock into my sister's warm, soft cunt. She was more than ready for me. As I slid in the first time, she came. It wasn't big but I felt the pulsing of her vagina as I slid slowly in and out. Debbie and Denise, along with their daughter Samantha were all over us. Providing additional stimulation. Sis and I broke our kiss and were greeted by a pair of cocks. I took Samantha's cock into my mouth and sis took Denise's. They were stroking the ends with one hand while playing with each other's tits and cunt with the other. Our temperature was rising exponentially and we were all on the brink of Destruction. Debbie set off the trigger. She had been working her fingers in and out of her wet pussy as the rest of us worked each other up. Her finger was thickly coated with her cum juice. As we were about to reach the summit, Debbie plunged her finger into my asshole, not stopping until she massaged my prostate. With a wiggle the deed was done. I spasmed and came in my sister's hot cunt. The hot seed hitting her cervix threw her over the top. Our combined orgasms caused us to clench our hands, which had fingers in Denise and Samantha's pussies. This violent stimulation caused their ejaculations to occur and my sister and I drank their cum. As their spunk subsided, we kissed again, mixing the two deposits of sperm into one batch. Hungrily we swallowed what we could and then sought out the source once more, in hopes there would be some leavings for us to taste.

Sis orgasmed again when she felt Debbie's tongue on the junction of our coupling. Debbie licked cunt and cock. I began the thrusting motion again. Once more we climbed the heights of Everest and saw stars and fireworks and heard bells as we were pummeled by the strength of the orgasms we felt. Exhausted we stopped, my cock still buried deep within the confines of her vagina. We looked over and Samantha was fucking her mother's cunt while her mother was fucking her sister's cunt. It was nice to see that the family that plays together orgasms together. I felt that way about my sister now. I moved off her because I know my body is heavy. I got behind her, lifted her leg and pushed my mostly rigid pole back into her hole. I played with her abdomen, clitoris, labia and tits while we watched the Watson family make love. Finally their vocalizations of love and their orgasms were too much. As I stroked slowing in and out of my sister's cunt, I came again. She held me close, grabbing my arm and pulling me in. Her vaginal muscles clamped down and her orgasm overtook her. Everyone collapsed and dozed off to sleep.

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He crawled over to me. Then he kissed me. Samantha was eating my pussy and I came. The taste of Denise's cum had pushed me over the edge. My hand had grabbed the first thing it found. The cock I was stroking expanded to full length, rigid and hard. Then I realized I had my brother's cock in my hand. I came again. Debbie removed my suit for me. It was useless anyway. They had all removed their suits too. Denise and Samantha's delightful cocks were rigid with excitement and I could see little rivulets of girl juice flowing from their crevasses. I saw Denise sucking his nipples as I stroked. Every time she took a hard pull, his cock expanded more. I knew at that instant his nipples were connected just like mine were. A hand was rubbing across my chest, nipples digging into the invader.

Then Samantha and the sisters moved aside. My brother was mounting me. Oh God how long had I waited for this moment. Ever since I was ten I had wanted his cock in me. I looked up at him, pulled his head down and placed a searing kiss on his lips. "Take me, brother of mine, fill me with your wonderful cock. Pump your baby juice into me. I want you and I need you now!" I pleaded.

Samantha was there to guide his monster cock into me. When he hit bottom on that first stroke I though I'd died and gone to heaven. I orgasmic! We kissed. When we broke our kiss there were two cocks in front of us. He eagerly took Samantha's in his mouth and I took Denise in mine. I sucked for all I was worth. I managed to get a free hand and began stimulating her vagina with that hand. I saw my brother had done the same. Sam and Denise were kissing and playing with each other. Their hands were working each other's bodies and they were getting hot. He was stroking me just right and I was close to losing it. Debbie was behind us diddling her clit and cunt. She came several times as we continued our trek towards bliss. Debbie had a fist full of cum on her fingers and with an evil grin, crawled over to us. I knew the target would be his asshole. I was correct. When she put her finger in his ass, he came, spewing hot spunk against my cervix and splashing my vaginal walls. I came again harder than ever. When I came I clenched my fist and brought Denise off, which brought Samantha off.

We both drank his seed. We mixed it together in our mouths like a sperm cocktail. Once thoroughly mixed we greedily shared the elixir of life together. I came again. God it felt so wonderful. Debbie was licking my labia and his cock as he pumped in and out of my sopping vagina. Once more our bliss rose to explosive levels as we came together again. Exhausted now, we reclined and watched as the other three fucked. Samantha was fucking Denise who was fucking Debbie. I wondered just how many combinations they could make. My brother was getting heavy and he moved behind me before I could ask him. He had me lay on my side. He lifted my leg and inserted he wonderfully talented cock back in my weeping pussy. I was so wet and so hot! He started rubbing me again. His hands were all over my body. It was driving me wild. We watched as the Watson's came together and collapse. I was squeezing my vagina, in hopes of stimulating my brother once more. It had the desired effect. As he moved slowly in and out of my snug pussy, he came again. This was pure bliss. As he shot his seed into me, I hoped I would get pregnant and carry his baby. That one thought forced me over the edge and I came again. I was exhausted. By the looks of the other girls they were too. I closed my eyes and nodded off to sleep.

Thankfully we were in the shade of the house. I'm not sure how long we slept. I was the first to wake. My cunt was empty. He had turned in his sleep and pulled out of me. I saw Samantha stirring so I carefully got out of the chaise and crawled my way over to her. She was on her back and I straddled her body. I looked her in the eye as my hand stroked her cock a couple times. It was rigid in seconds. I sat back, forcing her beautiful cock inside me. I rocked my hips slowly and she began to thrust up. I played with her tits and she reciprocated, playing and pinching my nipples in return. This mutual stimulation didn't take long and soon we were cumming together. We kissed as my juices leaked out and covered her plush playground. Her cock was on the verge and when I insisted she came, filling my cunt with her baby makers. I wouldn't mind being the mother of her baby either.

As we lay there, basking in the afterglow of good sex, Samantha noticed him looking at us. When he saw we were finished, he came over to us.

"You know that was really hot." He said. "You can do that for me any time." He told me he felt me get up and he'd watched my go at it. He told me I was beautiful and that he loved me. I had longed for him to say it that way since I was ten. My wish was fulfilled. He asked if we were hungry and we both said we were famished. He quietly got up so as to not disturb the D's as he referred to them. He started the grill and went into the kitchen. Samantha and I continued to kiss. A hand touched my ass. Sam's were on my chest. Denise was behind me. I was still on the mat and I lifted my ass up to accept her cock into my vagina. She slowly pumped inside my sloppy cunt, already filled with two different sets of sperm. The she pulled out and parked the head of her cock on my rosebud. I willingly pushed back and impaled myself on her wood. There was no pain. All I felt was pleasure as she slow stroked my asshole. Samantha, with a twinkle in her eye, slid under me. Moments later I felt her cock being inserted into my cunt. I felt the heads of their cocks rubbing together. It excited me greatly. Denise said something and them grabbing hold of my tits, rolled over on her back, bringing me with her. Samantha was forced out. The void lasted only a minute when my dear brother came down to fill the void. His wonderful cock was in me again and his cock head was hitting against Denise's. We were so close...



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Chapter 16


His stroking was slow and sensual. I felt totally full. Both the cocks were gaining girth as they stimulated each other in my channels. I was cumming continually because of their cocks inside me. I noticed Samantha moving behind him as he stroked. She put her arms around him and played with his nipples as she rubbed her melons on his skin. She gently pushed him over on me and he kissed me again. Butterflies were fluttering in my stomach and everything. Suddenly he was thrusting like a wild man. He cock grew faster than Alice eating the cracker in Wonderland. He howled out his lust and began pumping ropes of cum into my cunt. He smashed down hard, forcing the head of his cock into my cervix and forcing Denise's cock deeper into my bowels like never before. I had no recourse but to explode. I did. My level of orgasm was at its peak and I couldn't stop. He continued ejecting his sperm and I continued to come. I couldn't stop myself. I pulled on my nipples and came harder. All too soon it was finished and we rested.

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I looked out when I felt her move. She was crawling towards Samantha. She nudged the girl over on her back and mounted Sam cowgirl style. In no time at all they both came. They looked over and saw me watching them. I crawled over to them. "You know that was really hot." I said. "You can do that for me any time. You know you're beautiful and anytime you want, I'll be ready." She smiled broadly at me when I said that. I asked if they were hungry.

"I'm famished," Samantha said. "Mom and Mother usually are too after a good fuck session."

"I'm hungry too, " Sis admitted. "Are you going to cook the steaks?"

"I though I would." I said as I quietly got up and went inside. As I was preparing the meat to cook, I looked out the window. Sis was kissing Sam again and as I watched Denise got up and went over. Her cock was hard and sticking out searching for a place to be. Sis was on her hands and knees. Denise got behind Sis and after wetting her cock with the collected slime coming from Sis's cunt, Denise slowly forced her cock inside my sister's ass. As I watched I became hard yet again. I saw Sam scoot around and get underneath my sister. I don't know how, but Sam got her cock in sis's cunt. They were fucking in tandem now. I came out, forgetting about the steaks for the moment. Denise looked at my sister and then me. She pointed to sis and then me. Then she locked her arms around sis and turned over on her back, pulling her off Samantha and putting her on top. I saw the opportunity and plunged my cock deep within her waiting empty pussy. I slowly stroked in piston fashion. I could feel the other penis rubbing me through the walls that separated us. I grew because of the stimulation to my cock by that touch and the forceful squeeze being placed on me by my sister's vagina.

Samantha came behind me. She again was rubbing her bounteous chest against my skin. The touch excited me and my cock grew again. She was playing with my nipples to accomplish this goal. She pushed on my back to get me to lean over into Sis and I did. I kissed her once more. Sam shifted positions once more. Then I felt a stabbing pain as a foreign object forced it's way into my back door. It was well lubricated and it continued its assault until it was buried inside me. I was bucking like a wild man. Gradually it began to feel good. I found that the faster I fucked my sister, the better the cock in my ass felt. I screamed out my lust and began pumping gallons of my seed into my sister. I smashed so far in that the head of my cock had worked itself into her cervix and I was injecting fluid into her womb. She exploded and came like never before. She didn't come down, she just continued with orgasm after orgasm. She was pulling on her nipples hard and she began to babble.

"More, more, more, push harder. Give me all your sperm. Fill my cunt with your wonder juice. Make a baby in my womb, dearest brother. Make me complete. Fill me. Love me. Fuck me."

She kept up the diatribe for ten minutes. All this time I felt her contracting. I was still contracting and Samantha deposited her sperm in me. She began to shrink and pulled her cock from my tender ass. I was going no place because my sister was still cumming. Finally her spasms subsided and I pulled out. I helped her off Denise and then offered Denise a hand up. I held it as I led her into the house. I took her to the shower and we soaped each other clean. While we were under the water I turned her around and put my recently resurrected cock into her pussy. I used some body wash with lanolin to lube my hand as I stroked her cock in time with my thrusting in her cunt. A short time later she ejaculated a small amount of cum from her cock as her vagina clamped down in a double orgasm. I had to hold her to keep her from falling. The intensity of the orgasm was not familiar to her. We cleaned up the rest of the way, rinsed off and I shut off the shower. When we looked up, Debbie and Sis were standing in the doorway kissing and playing with each other.

"God that was so hot" Debbie exclaimed. "You don't mind if we watch. Will you do that again sometime so we can see it all?"

"Oh yes, I am so turned on right now" my sister added. "I love to watch you make love. We have got to do this some more!"

I'd created a sex monster. My sister was going to want to fuck me all the time. I just hope she doesn't get jealous about me making love to Debbie, Denise and Samantha. I'm thinking I'd like to make our relationships permanent. I could marry any one of them and have an excuse to move all three in here. Sam being sixteen might cause a problem, but we'll take that one step at a time.

"I need to get the steaks going, would you three take care of getting the rest of the dinner out?" They nodded and I returned to the kitchen to fetch the steaks. With steak in hand I went out to the cooker. It was just right and I put in the steaks. They would be finished in about twelve minutes. I checked on the girls and they were all busy talking, fixing the rest of the meal, getting things ready, stopping for a quick kiss or fondle. Whatever it took. I had the steaks ready and brought them in.

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Debbie and I found him in the shower with Denise. They were obviously fucking. It turned us on so that we reached for each other's pussy and were strumming clits like a five string banjo. It felt so good that we came by unanimous consent. Our mutual orgasm pulsed through our bodies and we clung to each other until we came down. We had just recovered when the shower was turned off.

"God that was so hot" Debbie exclaimed. "You don't mind if we watch. Will you do that again sometime so we can see it all?"

"Oh yes, I am so turned on right now" I added. "I love to watch you make love. We have got to do this some more!"

"I need to get the steaks going, would you three take care of getting the rest of the dinner out?" We nodded and he returned to the kitchen to fetch the steaks. With steak in hand he went out to the cooker. We girls made ourselves busy getting out the food Susie had prepared for us. We were having a good time. We talked and sometimes I found myself jacking Denise off while she was jacking Samantha off. Other times I felt Debbie's hand jilling my clitoris. Each one took turns sucking my tits and I did the same with each one of them. All the while we worked together to get things ready for the meal. We could see him outside worrying over the steaks. Not a one of us doubted they wouldn't be anything but perfect. I was certain of it. Samantha dropped a fork by my foot and when she stooped down to pick in up, Denise was right there with her cock. She plunged deep into her daughter, bottoming out. Sam's head was at just the right height that she stuck out her tongue and licked my lips and clit. Debbie came beside me and inhaled my tongue in our kiss. My nipples popped hard again and she rolled them between her thumb and finger. I came quickly. I saw that Denise came, too. Debbie went over and cleaned her off, eating the mixed fluids from the two people she loved the most. The steaks were ready about the same time we were.

No one bothered to get dressed the rest of the evening, until it was time for the Watson family to leave. They put on the cover-ups they brought with them, but basically they were nude.

"You're going to drive home like that," I asked incredulously.

"Yes, of course. We like being outrageous. Besides no one will know we're nude. It's dark out and no one will see." Debbie explained.

"Well, you just be careful. I don't want anything to happen to you three. I love you too much for that" I said without thinking. My hand flew to my mouth when I realized what I had said. I told them I loved them and they knew it was not platonic. I knew it at the same instant and I ducked my head.

Denise took me in her arms. She pulled my head up and looked me square in the eyes. "I love you, too. As much as I love my sister and my daughter. You have to know that. I want to have my cock in you and I want you to bear my children, too"

Tears came to my eyes when she said that. Denise butted her way in. Our breasts squashed together. I could feel the hard points of her nipples digging into my own. "I love you too, as much as my sister does. I would be honored to have you as a sister wife with me."

My eyes continued to flow as Samantha embraced me. "I know I'm young, but you fulfill me. When I come and spew my seed in your vagina, I feel complete. I don't feel like a freak. You are so exciting I would always love you."

Lastly my brother held me. "I too love you like there is no tomorrow. I want you to be with me always. If we are meant to be lovers we will be and we will love each other and we will love Debbie, Denise and Samantha with all our hearts."

I was emotionally drained. In tears, I left him to let them out and close up the house. I rushed upstairs, to the "Master bedoom", his bed. I dropped of into a light sleep. I believe I dreamed of him. A jiggling of the bed awakened me. They were all there. He was beside me. Denise was on the other side. Debby and her daughter Samantha were at my feet, between my spread legs. They hadn't left after all. Hands were everywhere, touching. He brought his face down and momentarily kissed my lips. His kisses were everywhere. I started to tingle at the feeling when he kissed my neck and ear.

Other lips were pressed into my skin. Debbie and Sam moved and pulled my brother between my legs. He entered my velvet sheath slowly. OH GOD it feels so good. Debbie and Denise are sucking my breasts. Then Samantha was there. I took her rigid cock in my mouth and deep throated her as my fingers played with her sopping pussy. I was on sensory overload as I began to orgasm. Samantha suddenly released her sperm in my mouth, which I greedily swallowed. Ah youth, she remained erect. I rolled over as he again was on his back and I slide on his beautiful cock. Samantha moved around to the back door and reamed my hole with her cock. The sensations were almost indescribable. We continued for an hour or more. Finally, we ended up lying together on the bed. He was on my right and Denise was behind him. He gently turned me and inserted his big cock in my now tender ass. Samantha was right on the other side and she managed to get some of her cock in my pussy. Both of them were slow fucking me. He put his leg up on my hip and Denise moved in. She had put some lube on her cock and was now drilling my brother's asshole. Debbie was cuddling up behind Sam, who had her upper hand and arm draped back holding her mother close.

"Oh God" I exclaimed as I came again. "I wish this would never end. I love all of you and I want it to stay this way forever"

"I too," my brother said. "I wish us a long and happy and prosperous life forever, together with our love."

"I just wish we were younger, so I could get pregnant and carry your children. They would be perfect, smart, beautiful and sexy." I told him. "We would all live together. Our investments will make us millions and we won't have to work. We will be able to play and make love all the time if we want. Our love will last forever. Oh if only we could stay young forever too. I wish we could do that and never change."

Denise chimed in. "I wish I hadn't missed out on having children, too. I would love to have a daughter, or son in my womb. I love Samantha to death and as her sire, well I'm rightfully proud. I wish I could have more sons and daughters. If I were younger I could do that too. I love you all so much.

"I wish I could have your child Mother. I love the way you feel when you make love to me. I feel so safe when you take me. I want of be with you all forever, too. I wish that could be so.

Debbie was last to speak. "I love you all. I too wish to have more children. I too wish we were younger so we could make love and babies. I want to carry each of your babies. I would like us all to be resilient enough to have many, many children without getting all stretched out and gross. These are the things I'd wish for.

"I wish that all our wishes come true too" I said as I basked in the afterglow of our excitement. I felt content. We held each other for a long time and slowly, one by one, we all fell off to sleep.

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Epilogue

Twenty-two years have passed since that night. My brother and I are happy as ever. We moved out of town to our eighty-acre farm. We built a large house, but have added to it several times. All four of us got pregnant that first night. Since then Denise has given birth to 11 children and sired a few more. I have 14. Debbie delivered twelve and Samantha is catching up with eight and she's sired five. Not one of us looks or feels over forty. Oh, Samantha still looks like a young woman of twenty something. My brother, well he's as handsome and virile as ever. He manages all our investments now. We have amassed over $300 million despite Uncle and the Dems best attempts to deprive us of our wealth. Susie is still with us. Joe died seven years ago. She loves cooking for our family and does a bang up job at it too.

Something else about Susie. A short time after the big party and the first time my brother made love to me, Rose returned from a trip to France. We went to pick her up at DFW. We had just entered the kitchen by the back door when there was a scream and a crash. As I turned the corner I saw the most amazing sight. Rose and Susie were locked in a death grip embrace. Their mouths were sealed against each others and you could see the tongue action. Their hands were busy with each others bodies, too. When their greeting was complete, the explanation came out. Susie and Rose had been lovers many years before. It was a happy reunion for all concerned. We had a party!

We've adopted a clothing optional policy at the home. I do insist that the young ladies wear panties when on their periods, for hygienic considerations. I know, call me old fashioned. We have a total of 13 more hermaphrodites that we've taught the meaning of love. They frequently watch as the adults make love. Several of the older ones have gone out in the world and found mates. They bring those intrepid souls out for parties, but warn them about our clothing policy. In the end, everyone has embraced the option.

Some other good news is Betty has joined us as part of the family. She married Samantha when Sam turned twenty. Betty has had five children so far. It seems that her aging has stopped. Her body is still firm and she has a very nice looking one at that. She loves Samantha as much as the rest of us. She also likes it when Samantha and my brother double team her. Sometimes we make it a triple with her eating my cunt at the same time.

I think back to that first night often. I still get a little wet at the thought. About ten years ago, I was thinking about that night, life and the path we'd taken since then. It was then that I figured it out. My wallet is an inanimate object, without thought or reasoning. It just grants wishes. We all made wishes that night. The wallet was just doing its job, nothing more. I'll be forever grateful it did.


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