Storiesonline.net ------- Dear John by T-Rix Copyright© 2007 by T-Rix ------- Description: Who is John Baxter? That is what this story is all about. Follow along with John from his dead-end job to his unexpected fame. Watch as he tries to figure out who John Baxter is himself when he is confronted with situations that he never expected. Codes: MF Mf Ff gi slow rom 1st cons non-con pedo lolita rape inc mother fath dau les bi het span rough safe mastrb pett ------- ------- Notice: This story contains sexual situations. If you are offended by erotic fiction I suggest that you proceed no further. In this story there are depictions of sexual situations between adults and children. If situations such as these offend you, read no further. If you are under 18 then once again read no further (like you are really gonna do that if you have gone this far). So what we call this is the standard disclaimer. You know this bull as well as I do, so let's save both of us some time. Do what is expected of you, if you know what that is. If you don't this story won't help. Don't do any of the things in this story, as it is fiction. If you have a problem with that, then you definitely shouldn't read this. ------- Chapter 1 As john opened his eyes the morning sun was coming through the curtains, making the leaves in the tree outside dance patterns on the wall. He watched the patterns as he stretched, slowly coming awake. There were animals, cars and just about everything that his active mind could imagine. He often watch the patterns in the mornings, sometimes they could give him new ideas for his books. John had given up the normal day to day rat race for a more comfortable life. Now he was a writer. At least that is what the publisher had said. It was one of those wonderful coincidences in life. John had had an idea for a story, sat down and started to write it out, with the intention of sending it off to Readers Digest, or some such publication where writing talent was as important as the story content. So in his spare time, for the next 2 months, John wrote about a vivid dream world inspired by the mornings patterns on his bedroom wall. The action and adventure, was the main theme, with a bit of lust thrown in to keep his libido balanced. There was the hero, a dashing devil may care type (which he had named Chet Brazen — thanks goes out to a cereal box here). Then there was a damsel in distress (even though this one did have fur, she was still a pretty hot little number, at least in john's mind she was). The usual villain trying to take over the world, at least her world. Then there was the magic staff that gave our hero the power to destroy the evil villain. Yea, not Pulitzer Prize material, but who ever said that imagination didn't pay off, even standard run of the mill stuff. When John finally finished his story, which was something that he forced himself to do, as there was just so much more that he could do with everything floating around in his mind. His hero could take on the universe, with the ideas that John still had left, but he couldn't send him on another adventure, until he finished this one. So with a basic reluctance, John destroyed the evil Gerthon, and saved the world, and even had a chance to squeeze a little more sex in the epilog. Just the type of thing that John loved. Reading a book where the hero was actually getting laid when he saved the damsel in distress, hell if I saved a damsel in distress at the risk of my own life, you can damn well bet your ass that I was gonna get a piece of that damsel. If not, the evil Gerthon could just keep the bitch and the world. Who wanted a world where you never got laid? Maybe that was the reason that it ended up doing so well, most people could identify with the plight of the hero. John was about to totally give up, when he received his 5th rejection. Every body, including Readers Digest told him that this as not a story, but a novel. He couldn't find anybody was going to touch anything over 10 pages, unless he sent it to a book publisher, and not the magazine folks. John didn't think that it was good enough for that, even though he had a good word processor that had fixed the grammar and punctuation. He had decided on one try and sent it in to the publisher that specialized on the fantasy themes. He had decided that if it came back, he would use it for a good fire, and send his hero off into a black hole somewhere in space and leave the writing to the writers. When John got home one afternoon he was not surprised to find the large heavy envelope in the mail slot. John already knew what was in the envelope, after all he had sent it off in the same type that they returned it in. The rejection letters were usually pretty nice, but John didn't think that he could handle it right now, not with the pressures from work beating him down as well. So John pitched it over by the desk on the floor, and decided to just screw those people, he enjoyed writing his stories, and it eased his mind from the garbage at work. So he sat down and started out sending his hero out in the void on another adventure. This one was going to span half the universe, his hero was going to screw females on almost every planet in the known galaxy, and more than likely probably a few that were totally unknown. John let his imagination run wild, on a particularly bad day at work, he would come home and his hero would crush the evil villains, and when some prick teaser at work gave him a very hard time, he would come home and unmercifully punish the heroine in the story. All in all, John enjoyed the activity, and the writing. It made his life easier, and gave him a better outlook on life. Since he wasn't even going to print this, it really didn't matter what happened. John had just developed a passion for writing. Upon arriving home from work on a very hot summer day, John found a card from the Post Office in the mailbox. As usual it was not filled out completely, but the meaning was clear. He had to make a trip to the Post Office this Saturday, or take time on his lunch hour to go over and retrieve what was there. As John looked examined the card he did notice that the "Certified" box was checked. That decided it for him, probably a bill collector getting nasty, and he was damn well not going to skip lunch and get all pissed off at the same time, so they could just wait until Saturday. John dropped the card on the table, and headed for the computer. He was anxious to destroy a couple of asteroids, and save the planet Roxian from imminent destruction, and get the dashing Chet back to Roxian for a little undercover work. By the time Saturday rolled around there were 2 more notice cards on the table with the first one. John decided that the Post Office didn't like keeping certified mail any more than he was anxious to go and get it. He had decided that it would be Saturday, and it was now here, so he took a deep breath, and grabbed the cards, and headed to the Post Office. The trip across town on a Saturday morning, with the traffic had him wishing that he had gone on his lunch hour. But, it was a little late now to change his mind. The Post Office was crowded. John had already figured out that this was going to be a really rotten day. It had started out bad and wasn't getting any better. John made a few notes about letting a few small basketball sized asteroids slip by on his next writing session and destroy the Post Office on Roxian. John just had to smile about that, it was fun thinking about it. As he looked around, he figured that if he did let one slip through, then there would probably be someone just like him waiting in line there, and he just couldn't do that to anybody, even if they were just imaginary people. John did receive a surprise, it was not one certified letter, but 3 letters, all from Fantasy Publishing. He could not imagine what they would be wanting, and 3 letters. Huummm? He decided to grab an early lunch. He was closer to downtown than to home, so he decided to head over to Romanios for lunch, as he usually ate there on workdays. They would give him a nice table, and leave him alone, they had good food and the service was always top notch. Tony was surprised to see him on a weekend, but being early, and a regular customer Tony knew just where John liked to sit, and was off in a moment to fix him up with their usual excellent cuisine. This gave John time to read over his mail. He sorted them by their postmarks and opened the oldest first. It was a short letter, but right to the point, unusual for writers not to be too wordy. "Dear John Baxter, We at Fantasy Publishing are pleased that you selected Fantasy Publishing to be your publisher, however we have not received the contract that we sent to you when we returned your manuscript. Since the book has already gone to press we feel that we must clarify our position in this matter, since you have not returned the contract. Your submittal of the manuscript implies a basic consent to publish. The royalties for your book have been paid under a separate cover, and therefor represent a legal binding contract. We hope that everything has been handled in a manner that will facilitate a long a prosperous future together. We find that it is imperative that we have a signed contract on any future work. We must also point out that we have gone to considerable expense in bringing your manuscript to print, and that the sale of the aforementioned manuscript to any other party will hold you liable for all expenses encountered. If you could contact us at your earliest opportunity we would like to discuss arrangements concerning future manuscripts. Sincerely, Roy J. Silverman 2nd Publisher" John was a bit dumbfounded, they had accepted his book. It had gone to press. It was being sold and he didn't even know about it. Quickly John opened the other letters, and was surprised to find cashiers checks, with a combined total of 80,000 dollars; all in a single month of sales. John put the two checks back into one of the envelopes, and placed it on the table, leaning them against the centerpiece, and just sat and looked at the envelope. Tony brought a wonderful meal, and john ate without tasting a single thing. The afternoon passed quickly, and John had a silly grin on his face the whole time. Upon returning home, John quickly opened the manuscript from the publisher, and surprising enough there sat the elusive contract that had caused so much trouble, along with a cashiers check for another $20,000 Dollars. John was speechless, for months he had a small fortune sitting beside his desk, and never knew it. He had almost tossed it out a couple of times, how strange life was. He just had to go to the bookstore. The trip was a blur, and looking back John wondered how he had gotten around town that day without running over someone, or getting ran over himself. Once again he put it off to the old saying, "God protected fools and idiots". He wasn't sure which one he really fit into that day, but he was glad that someone was looking out for him regardless of which one he really was. Once in the bookstore, it didn't take long to spot it. There it sat "Fire of Gerthon by John Baxter". The cover art was excellent, there was handsome Chet, and the fur covered Lynia. She did look quite fetching in a dress, but no artist could ever do her the justice that John had foreseen her in all of her glory in his own mind. Or the passion that he knew her to have. John realized that he was starting to look a little out of place, just staring at the bookrack, and not moving. So he picked up a copy, and headed to the checkout. The sales girl looked at the name on the credit card, and back at the book, and just shook her head. John smiled a little at that. Little did she know. She was a good-looking girl, this was probably a summer job for her, as she didn't look old enough to be out of school yet. And she was a very talkative type. "You know that you are lucky to get this book. We have sold out of it twice already. It has been on the Best Seller list since a week after it came out." John looked at her a little surprised, and asked her why it was selling so well. She blushed the cutest shade of pink, and smiled. "Well, it has a lot of action, and the main character — Chet, is such a real hunk. And there are some real racy passages in there." John was a little surprised that she had read the book, and asked her about that. She smiled and said, "I work in a book store, as long as I don't damage the books I can read any of them that I like." John just smiled a knowing smile, and winked at her, picked up his bag, and strolled out. Not a care in the world, and walking on air. Monday seemed like a long time away, when john could call Mr. Roy Silverman at the publishers. So until Monday Roxian still had an asteroid problem, and Chet hadn't gotten laid in days. So back to the computer and the world of Chet Brazen and 'The Asteroids of Roxian'. Monday turned out to be a little slow, and gave John a chance to call Roy Silverman. Roy was delighted to hear from John, and wanted John to come to New York for a few days. John was a little reluctant to take off from work, on a whim, and thought that it might be better to put it off for a couple of weeks. Until things could be scheduled a little better. Roy was almost laughing. And convinced John that now was the absolute best time for him to come to New York. It took a little talk, but Roy was sure that he could prove to John that he just had to come now. Roy arranged everything, while still talking to John on the phone. He just magically had flight numbers, confirmation numbers, and hotel reservations, and told John that a limo would be waiting for him at the airport the next morning. John was a little amazed that everything was happening so fast, and that he agreed was the most amazing thing. John was not prone to making decisions without some planing, but once he realized that he was on his way, he got that silly grin on his face again, and just couldn't manage to get rid of it all day. John was not too sure what he worked on all day, but the day did pass. Later that afternoon, John went in to tell his boss that he was going to take a few days of vacation, and that he would be out of town. Normally Mr. Wilks was a bit of a slave driver, but he was usually fair. He seemed a little surprised that John would take off suddenly, but knowing John as well as he did, he knew that it had to be important for John to do something like that. He could see no reason why he should say no, so he agreed, and told John to take off early and get done whatever he needed to before leaving town. John went to the bank, made his deposits, withdrew some money for the trip, and headed home to pack. ------- Chapter 2 The New York air was filled with excitement, and some smells that John was sure that he would never get out of his nostrils. Meeting Roy had been an adventure in itself. The story about the contract had Roy almost in tears before it was finished. But the signed contract rested in Roy's hands. As well as a contract for two more books over the next 6 months. John thought that this was a little long, but Roy assured him that people usually had trouble following up a good book with another. John just smiled, and silently agreed that it might have been difficult if he had known, but since it was already done, he could just ride it out and see what happened. Roy was a wealth of information about the publishing business. He told John all of the secrets of the trade, and gave him contact names and numbers of some people that were anxious to speak with him. Roy filled him in on a large part of the reason for the books great sell. There was a movie just released that had characters similar to the characters of Johns book. The artist gave them a bit of the background look from the movie, and the moviegoers were buying it up better than the movie sales had been. Just luck, and a good book. An unbeatable combination as Roy put it. John was a little amazed that the real money in writing books didn't really come from the publisher. He had gotten a great deal from Roy, and was probably going to get twice that before the book left the Best Seller list. At least that is what Roy expected. But after talking with the nameless people that had wanted a little of John's time, he quickly realized that Roy had been right, there was a lot more money in the advertising business. Which is the real game of writing. If you can live with the commercialism and chop in a few extra lines you can make really good money, as long as your book sells. John was surprised to find out the he had written over 1500 pages of his hero Chet, and decided that he couldn't divide it up into anything less than three books. So he decided on a trilogy, which was basically complete. Now came the real question; was he the type to sell his story out for money? Well since he wasn't really a professional writer, he wasn't selling out his craft. He was only doing it for his own fun, John began to smile as he had made his decision. Why not? If James Bond can carry a Walther PPk, and drive a BMW then Chet can carry a Colt .45, and drink Johnny Walker and occasionally smoke a Marlboro. A few quick modifications and there was an action scene and only Chet's cat like reflexes and his trusty Colt .45 could have saved his life in every book of the trilogy. Not to mention a few times of missing his old sweetheart Maggy and getting shit-faced drunk on Johnny Walker, and reliving the time that he and Maggy were cruising in his Chevy and making out in the back seat. (Hey, I still have some morals! I'm not gonna totally screw up a good story without adding a little sex in there some where.) One Month later Roy was ecstatic to receive the "Dark Planet" Trilogy. He made no comments about the little extras that I had slipped in, not that I was embarrassed. I liked the money from the advertising, and it gave people something they could relate to in a fantasy world. Besides I really liked the money... So my birth as a writer took place. Six months later I was collecting money from the "Dark Planet" Trilogy, which had been on the Best Seller List for over 4 months, and the "Fire of Gerthon" had been on the list for 6 months, and the money was really rolling in. Roy had decided to publish the Trilogy one book a month, and all three were on the stands, which Roy had paid me better then $100,000 for each book, and the ads that I stuffed in there netted me an additional $250,000. With my savings in the bank, and the royalties that were coming in, as well as the further adventures of Chet, which still didn't have a name yet. But there was another trilogy completed and almost a second one. Going to work seem a total waste of time for the $768.22 a week that they were paying me to eat there shit every day. So as politely as possible I wrote out my resignation, and gave Mr. Wilks a two-week notice. Sometimes it really is amazing that people live in their own little world so much that they don't even realize that there is a world out there. Out of every one that said good-bye all of them assumed that I was going somewhere else to do the same thing, and not one of them asked me a thing about what I had plans to do. Oh well, so is life. I sold my little house and decided I wanted to live in the country, and that started the shopping for a new home. ------- Chapter 3 Seems that I started a little commotion in the small town where I now live. I found what I was looking for and paid cash for it. What it didn't have, I had added. It did have about 200 acres of land, almost all of it was woods and a lake front. The house was what was called an executive ranch house. What that means is that it is ultra modern, and a great big bachelor pad, with more rooms than I could use and I loved every foot of it. Compared to the small one bedroom place that I had, I found myself just wondering through the rooms enjoying seeing them empty of people, and not hearing the city noises. The peace and quiet has become one of the most attractive things about living here, but it did cause a few restless nights at first, just because I couldn't manage to get to sleep without the city noises. But exhaustion takes over after a while, and then I had gotten used to the quiet. Now the thought of the city makes me almost sick, and the thought of ever going to New York again is out of the question. But the transfer of my money into the local bank really got the town gossip started. A single man, with a large amount of money, and no job... you can imagine the looks and the questions that I got. The best part was when I was seen around town, the speculation really got started. That was when I really heard what was happening. I was at the local restaurant and had my back to the room when the local town gossips really got started. It was assumed that I was a drug dealer, a rich society man running away, and a junior banker that had taken off with the bank money. I think that over a month I had just about heard it all. And it was all so much bull that I had a hard time keeping a straight face most of the time. With my lawyer and the limos that arrived in town a couple of times, when Roy and a partner of his came visiting, everyone decided that I was a drug dealer. And once again, the worst part was that only one person ever asked what I did, and that was the real estate agent. And nobody was gonna believe that I was a writer. Which is how I came about meeting Jenny. Social functions in the town were pretty scarce, and the speculation about me just made it worse. There was not an unattached female that would get within 50 feet of me, without her mother or father dragging her away. The ones that would, well I really wasn't interested in that type of woman. And the married ones were the worst. I almost had to wear a sign that said "No Married Women Please." How do you tell someone that you want a nice girl, when your reputation is a drug dealer? Church was no better; they spent most of their time watching me to see if horns would suddenly sprout out of my head. The sermons on abuse and evils of temptation were even starting to get on my nerves. I decided that I would just quit going to church. With the type of people that I was meeting there — I decided that I didn't need to meet them. So my Sunday mornings consisted of going down to the lake and sit on a lounger and watching the glory that god had made. I was never really that religious any way, but I just hated to think that I would let anybody run me off. I had been sitting there stewing all morning when I realized that there were a couple of young girls on a jet-ski running around on the lake. I couldn't tell their ages, but I could tell that they were young. I am sure that if I had met a nice girl, and was getting some regular sex, I would not have been watching them. But I hadn't, so I did. The waves were a little rough, and it was still early summer, and the water was still a little chilly, but the girls didn't seem to mind a bit. They were just buzzing around, and it appeared that they were just spending their time in front of me. I didn't mind that a bit, I was really starting to enjoy their young bodies twisting and turning in the curves, and the delicious feel of the hard-on slowly growing in my pants. After all, in your mind you can do anything that you want. Suddenly the younger girl cut just a little too sharp and the older one ran into her Jet-ski. Both were in the water. I stood up and looked, but I couldn't see either one moving. I quickly kicked off my shoes, run to then of the pier and dove in. Now that is one thing that will totally kill a hard-on, cold morning lake water. The thought that someone might be seriously hurt didn't help things either. I might not be the best swimmer, but I was making pretty good time, even for a trained lifeguard, which I am not. I do know first-aid, and CPR, but that is about the extent of my emergency capabilities. Well I guess that you have to add some common sense in there too, but I try to hope that everybody has that. It was just a short swim, but it seemed to take forever. When I got there, the older girl was starting to shake her head and to move around. The younger girl was lying face down in the water, her life jacket was keeping her floating, but in that position, it didn't help a lot. I grabbed her, and turned her over to check to see if she was breathing. She wasn't, and I couldn't do CPR in the water. If you can I didn't know how. So I did the only thing that I could think of, I dragged her to the closest jet-ski and plugged in the safety cut off that was around her wrist. The other one was starting to scream and panic, especially seeing a stranger suddenly appear and grab her friend. I pushed the button and the engine roared to life. I quickly took off for the other one. As I went by, I grabbed her life jacket. Now I had one quiet one lying across the seat in front of me and another one screaming bloody murder behind me. And the one behind me I had to actually hold on to so that she wouldn't jump off. Her friend was riding pretty good, so I thought that I would chance holding on to her till I got close to the beach. If her friend started to slip, I would dump the loud one. Luck was with me today, she stayed just where she was and I managed to keep the other one under some sort of control. The beach was coming up fast, so I cut the throttle, and let the speed slow down to a reasonable level, and dumped off the loud one. I have to admit that I did enjoy knowing that when she went under that it would shut her up. Then I gave the throttle everything that it had, and held on to the unconscious girl. When we hit the beach, I jerked out the safety cut-off, and jumped off dragging her with me. Her friend was quiet now after getting dumped back into the water, and was trying to decide what she should do. Go for the jet-ski, or try to swim back out to her own jet-ski before I could come after her again. I quickly placed the young girl on the ground, and checked her airway. Nothing there, I felt for a pulse, got one, and it was still nice and strong. I breathed a quick sigh of relief, but there was still a lot to do. I positioned her and started CPR. There was a scream coming from the loud one again, but I just had to ignore it for now, I couldn't be distracted. I would really have liked the chance to turn around and slap the shit out of her. She had crawled out of the water and was only about 5-10 feet away screaming like a banshee, and it was really starting to get on my nerves. Breath... Breath... Breath... Compress... Breath... Breath... Breath... Compress... Cough, cough, all right! And a face full of water. Suddenly it was quiet, the screamer must have figured out what was happening finally as the little one started to throw up water, and cough out a bit more. I slowly sit back and breathed a huge sigh of relief. And then the coughing stopped. The little one lay down and started to cry. When she started to do that I really took stock and decided that they were only about 8 — 10 years old. I started to feel ashamed of myself about getting a hard-on with girls these young, but they did look older out in the water. The older girl had been holding the younger one, and talking very quietly to her; trying to get her calmed down most likely. When she slowly stood up, she walked over to me as bold as a lion tamer, and held out her hand to shake, she spoke slowly and carefully, "I am sorry that I caused you trouble, I didn't understand what you were trying to do. I would like to thank you for helping my sister and me. My name is Sandy Freeman." Just what do you say to that? I could only smile, and shake her hand and say, "You are very welcome. My name is John Baxter." She gave me the warmest smile that I have ever seen. It made me start to feel warm all over. I could see with her standing there in front of me that she was a very beautiful young lady, and the little bikini didn't help the fact that she was so close, so beautiful, and I hadn't gotten laid in quite a while. I started to feel my prick start to grow, and knew that if I didn't do something pretty soon, that she was gonna start screaming again. So I slowly got up, and checked over her sister. She seemed to be all right, just a little shaken up. So I asked if they would need my help in getting home. They looked at each other, and Sandy said that they could make it on their own. I knew that it was not a good idea that I stay around and ogle the little girls, and besides I was wet from the lake, and my clothes were starting to feel a bit on the cold side. And my jockeys had crawled so far up my ass that I thought that I could taste them, but I knew that it was just the lake water. It still didn't help the feeling that I was having. I said my good-byes, and started for home. Before I got to the edge of the woods I looked back and was surprised to see that Sandy and her sister had managed to get the jet-ski back in the water, and were getting on. Before she fired up the engine, she gave a quick look back over her shoulder and we made eye contact again, and again I was looking at the wonderful smile that seemed to light up my whole body. Then she started the engine and they were gone. The walk back to my house seemed to take forever, but it wasn't really that far; 5-10 minutes at most. It was just the most uncomfortable 5-10 minutes that I can ever remember. Each step was crowned with the wet jockeys trying to rub a raw spot on the inside of my asshole. How a woman manages to wear those thongs, that I really enjoy seeing. But if those things are wet and they feel even a little bit like this, then I respect their right to stuff them up somebody else's ass. By the time that I had arrived at home, I had changed my mind a little. The constant rubbing on my ass and gotten my prick about a hard as a rock. If those women have the same reaction that I had, then I am surprised that they can even walk and not cum in their thongs. ------- Chapter 4 The sound of the doorbell almost made me jump out of my skin. Actually it had been the first time that it had rang since I moved in. If you couldn't imagine, I didn't get many visitors, and solicitors were just a memory, actually a nightmare that I was happy not to get any more. The trip to the door seemed to take an eternity, but I am sure that it was just my imagination. But my curiosity was really starting to get the best of me. When I opened the door I saw Sandy, that little blonde knockout wearing the smile that almost melted my teeth, and beside her was a little larger version of her with the same smile, I knew instantly that this had to be her mother. I was almost sure that she could see the lust that my body felt just looking at the two of them. The old cartoons where the lecher turns into a wolf; that was me. My eyes got big, and my mouth was hanging open and my prick was trying to find a way out of my pants. "Hi! My name is Jenny Freeman, and you already know Sandy, here." She had a soft sexy voice that I was not sure if she was speaking or just having sex with me. My prick was knocking on my zipper trying to get out just listening to her. I know that I really looked like the village idiot then, holding the door open, along with my mouth, and just staring at them with a hard prick tenting out my pants. I think that Jenny knew what was going on, and was trying to get me back to planet Earth. "So are you the new drug dealer in town?" well I must admit that that did manage to put me back in my pants, and get my mouth closed a bit. I think that I worried Jenny some with the look on my face. I know that I felt hurt that she, or any body, would really think that of me. "I am the DC Hooker", she replied. Well, I am still not sure what was on my face then, but I know that I did start to feel a little bit dizzy, and their voices had started to sound a bit farther away. "Hey, I really hate to sound pushy here, but are you gonna invite us in, or just stand here and leer at us?" Now I was sure that my face was as red as a beet, and I just wanted to shut the door, and crawl under a rock. But at least it brought me back to the present, and I did manage to step back and make a motion that could be considered hospitable in most circumstances. Sandy never lost her smile the whole time. I guess that she enjoyed watching me squirm a little. She came in first and started looking around, like most kids do. Jenny managed to make me feel even worse then. As she came in she stopped right in front of me and reached up, and pulled me down to her and planted a big heavenly kiss right on my mouth. This little 5 foot package of sex was holding onto me and trying to give me a rectal exam through my mouth. I was so surprised that I just stood there acting like a country boy on his first date. Then she was gone, catching up with Sandy and scolding her about touching things in someone else's house. I know that things were really strange, and changing by the second, but I did manage to close the door, and usher everybody into the living room. Sandy jumped on the couch, and Jenny just looked at her, and I could tell that this woman kept a firm hand on her children. I offered drinks, and Sandy wanted a Coke (wish I got paid for that one), and Jenny said that coffee would be fine, if I already had some made. I was glad to be in the kitchen for a few minutes, where I could try to clear my mind, and hope to get a handle on things a little bit, so that I didn't keep looking like an idiot. At least I did manage to have a little good luck, as I looked at the coffee pot, there was still a couple of cups left over from the morning caffeine fix. I decided to start another pot, just to be on the safe side, and got a Coke for Sandy out of the fridge, and glass of ice. With a deep breath, I hoped that I was starting to act like an intelligent person again, and off to the living room, and the strange experiences that this morning was bringing. Jenny must have said a few things to Sandy while I was gone, because she was starting to look like someone had just stole her puppy, and she was not wearing that wonderful smile when I came back in. I offered them their drinks, and sat down in a chair opposite from Jenny and hoped that this would start to make some sense soon. I really envied Chet Brazen with his quick wit, and the instant way that he was always at home with any situation. He would not have looked like an idiot; but then again, he wasn't sitting in a room with a goddess and her heartbreaking daughter either, so I guess that all things work out in the end. At least I hoped that they did. Jenny took a sip of her coffee, and sat her cup down. She was obviously going to say something, and was still working things out in her mind. I could tell that she had decided that the approach that she had used when she got here was not her usual attitude. "I wanted to thank you for what you did for Susan today." The look on my face must have showed that I didn't really understand that she was talking about. She looked a quick glance at Sandy, then said, "my other daughter, this morning on the jet-ski." Realization suddenly dawned, and I smiled. "I am sorry, she never told me her name." I could tell that Jenny was happy that I was at least intelligent enough to understand what she had been talking about. Another quick glance at Sandy, and Jenny was smiling again, as she made it very clear that Sandy had a few more lessons on the manners coming. Once again it started to look like Sandy was in trouble, and this time it looked like I was responsible. "Oh, wait, it wasn't her fault. There wasn't really time for introductions this morning, I was just glad that I could help out." A quick look at Sandy showed that my efforts to spare her any discomfort were not lost on her. There was that smile again, hell if she kept that up, pretty soon I might have to take responsibility for the accident, just to keep her smiling. "When she told me what you did for Susan, and her, I just had to come over and thank you myself. If you didn't guess, that was the reason for the kiss when I come in." Oh yes that little slice of heaven, it made me want to devour her again, and I can imagine the look of lust that crossed my face just about then. I don't think that Jenny missed it either, she just smiling and kept on talking. "I really should apologize for the entrance that we made at the door. I know that you aren't a drug dealer, any more than I am a hooker. Tell me John, what do you really do, anyway?" Well at least she was willing to ask but once again the hooker thing as tripping me up. What on Earth was she talking about? "Actually I am an author. At least that is what the publisher tells me. I am rather new at it, but it is fun." Jenny was studying me pretty closely, and decided that I was not just pulling her leg, but I sure would have liked to. She suddenly smiled real big, and started to laugh. I was a little confused, and this time I really didn't mind if she knew it or not. After a bit she looked over, and decided that I wasn't in on the joke. She did make a good attempt at getting her laughter under control, and wiping her eyes. Sandy was looking at her mother a little closely, too. Jenny was still snickering, as she began to explain. "If that is the story that you told those towns people, it is no wonder that they think that you are a drug dealer. If you couldn't think up something more believable than that, they just had to invent something that they could believe." I began to see what she was laughing about. The same old story, if you can't believe the truth, then it must be a lie. Sad as it was, these people were the walking epitome of the moral. Actually it was rather funny, and I even found myself laughing a bit with her. Her laughter was contagious, and soon all three of us were just about rolling on the floor. It took a little time, but the laughter did die down, to be replaced by that old twinge in the side. The old sayings were certainly coming true today. Jenny was really something else, easy going, comfortable to be with, a good sense of humor, and one of the most beautiful women that I have ever seen, all combined in a perfect 5 foot frame, that couldn't have weighed more than 100 lbs. If she was a car, I would have to say that she would be a Porche Boxster, top-of-the-line, responsive, compact, and very sporty, it would definitely be a real pleasure to test drive that. I could not resist asking about the Hooker thing, and sense I didn't know any good way to approach the subject, then I just came straight out and asked, "Jenny, what were you talking about — the DC Hooker?" Jenny seemed a little surprised that I hadn't heard about her, as she was as much the town gossip as I was, or at least she used to be, before I got there. I had to remind her that people didn't talk to me, any more than they absolutely had to, after all I was the bad guy in town, and just shooting the breeze, and catching up on the town gossip as definitely out of the question. For a moment she had a frightened look, then it was gone. She looked very determined, all traces of that wonderful smile was gone. Her voice was very low. I could tell that this not a time to interrupt her, as she seemed to have made up her mind about something, and any distraction would probably cut her off. For the life of me I just couldn't imagine what her doing anything that would take this type of determination. I must admit that quiet determination, along with the hooker label had my mind conjuring up some images that would keep my prick hard for a month. "I was a grade school teacher, down state. My husband worked for a large corporation, as a Management Engineer. He used to say that it was just a fancy title for an upper management hatchet man. He used to travel to different branches of the corporation, examine the management structure and interview the people. He had a team that would go through the books. If problems were encountered, then he cleaned up the mess, replaced the managers with different people, and made sure that the system worked like it was supposed to from then on. It was not a good job to have, as he had no real professional friends. It guess that is the main reason that we were so close, as he spent every minute that he was not at work with me and the girls. It made us all very close." Her eyes were just starting to brim over the edge, and I quietly offered her a Kleenex from the box on the coffee table. I was pretty sure that this was not a story that she had told very often. While she was straightening up a little I went to get another drink for Sandy, who was almost as quiet as I was. She had become as somber as Jenny, and just watched her feet. I could sense that each was lost in a world of her own. I returned with another Coke for Sandy, and the fresh pot of coffee. Spending so much time writing at the computer, I had found a small portable warmer for the coffeepot. It didn't take long to realize that the batteries needed to be rechargeable, if I didn't want to go broke just buying batteries. So there was always fresh batteries in the charger, and in the warmer. I knew that we would have a good supply of coffee, and that I would not be jumping up every 5 minutes. But now did seem a good time, so that she had a couple of minutes to get herself together. As I sat back down, Jenny quickly glanced over then looked down, and continued with her story. I had to listen closely as she was talking very quietly. I figured that it was probably about the best that she could do right then. I paid close attention so as I wouldn't miss parts of her story, and I was determined to keep my mouth shut, so that I could hear the end. "We had four girls, Bob had always wanted a boy, but it just didn't work out that way. Bob always loved all the girls, he couldn't have been more proud of any of them. But I always sensed that he would have traded everything that he had for just one boy. You being a man might understand better how he felt, but it just never happened. We kept trying, but it was just not meant to be. To be honest, Abby, my youngest, was all my idea. No I didn't get pregnant without Bob knowing, but I did tell him that I wanted another child. Actually I didn't have to twist his arm too much. We were both hoping for a boy, I really wanted him to be happy. Just before Abby was born, Bob was out on the West Coast. A new merger had made a lot of new work for Bob. Well, on his way home, his plane went down, and everybody was killed." The water works were moving in full force now, and I really thought that another box of Kleenex would be needed, especially when Sandy started in on them too. The moment was very emotional, and I felt Jenny's pain, but I really didn't know Bob. I could tell that this was more of a story than I really wanted to get involved in, but once the genie is out of the bottle, you can't put it back in, at least not very easily. All that I could do was offer a comforting smile, and a sympathetic ear. Bob had good insurance, and the airline was very quick to make a good offer not to be sued. Personally that was probably the last thought on my mind right then, but I really think that they like to get to people when they aren't thinking straight, just for their own advantage. I don't know, maybe I am just a little bitter about that. But I did have enough sense to call a lawyer, and he handled everything." "I didn't want to live in the same town any more, as everyone had heard what had happened, and were all very nice to me, but I could see the pity on everyone's face. It really started to get me down. So after the school year was over, we packed up and moved here. The only person that even asked anything at all, was the Real Estate agent, and I am sure that he didn't believe a word about me being a retired schoolteacher. The lawyer coming and going for a couple of months didn't help, and then my staying away from everybody only seemed to make them even more curious. It didn't take long for a pretty good story to get around. I was a mistress of some very important politician from Washington, D.C. and when the heat got too much, and his re-election was coming up, he decided to pay me off, and get rid of me. It was a while before I heard the story, but in truth I didn't even care, at the time." As I listened, I could see what she must have gone through, and after seeing what these good church going, God fearing souls had done to me, I knew that she was right. Once they label you, you are pretty well screwed in this town. With the way that they were treating me, I could easily imagine how they had treated her. I could see that she was not allowed into any social activities, and her children must have been treated no better than she had. That really made me mad just to think about it. Jenny noticed that I was looking a bit disturbed, and immediately her old happy mood was back. She hugged Sandy, and dried their eyes, while laughing, I am sure that she really didn't feel like laughing any more, but she was determined to recapture her good mood. "Well, that was over five and a half years ago. People pretty much accept us, but they will never believe anything other than what they want to. It has made life difficult. Like when I wanted to go back to work again, I went over to the school board, and even with my teachers' credentials, they would not even think about letting me in a classroom with their children. Which was probably for the best. I decided to invest some money in some water sports equipment, and rent it out. It gives us some extra income and it also gives me something to keep myself occupied, and it has been really good in letting me spend time with the girls. There has never been a problem, at least until today. And I just want to thank you again, for saving my baby. She wanted to come today, but I thought that she should rest a little bit." Jenny's smile was back in full wondrous force, and I was once again captivated by it. I would see were the towns' people might think that she was something special, hell I thought that she was something special. I did not think that she was a hooker, but I could see that a daydream with her in it could fuel my libido for quite some time to come. By now, even Sandy was smiling again, and the thoughts that I was having even about her were enough to make me start to blush again. As Jenny got up to start making her way to the door, with Sandy shortly in tow, I was quick to recover and open the door as a gentleman is supposed to do. I held out my hand, but Jenny brushed it away, and slid into my arms, holding me tightly. I was sure that she could feel my cock getting harder in my pants, as I held her back, but she didn't pull away. As we were standing there, she quietly whispered, "Thank you for listening, I've never told anybody that before." ------- Chapter 5 Jenny was smiling that special smile, and nibbling my neck, as she made her way down my chest. She stopped to suck my nipples, and then lightly bite them causing me to suck in my breath while small flashes of pain and pleasure raced through my brain. She then licked and sucked her way lower, tracing little lines with her tongue which burned in my brain making my prick swell and throb. Slowly and teasingly she moved down, as I wrapped my fingers in her soft, sweet smelling hair. Even the smell of her hair was driving me crazy, and the smell of pussy in the air was making my prick swell even further. The taste was still on my mouth from the sweet juices that she had left there as my tongue was slipping on her hard, swollen clit, as she bucked and struggled against my mouth. But now she was teasing my navel, lightly tracing around the outside, then stabbing it in, just like she were going to enter me, as I bucked against her hot little tongue. I was now so hot the pre-cum was dripping from my cock, forming a small pool just above the hair. I tried to push her lower, but she just pulled back, then started to tease me again. Finally she started to move lower, until she came to the expanding pool of pre-cum. Then with a quick flick of her tongue, it was gone. Then she emitted a low bestial growl, and nipped my flesh again. Then she open her small dainty mouth, and swallowed my hot throbbing cock to the base, and started to suck like a starving woman, whose only meal came though the end of a cock. As I looked down I was surprised not to see Jenny, but my hand firmly grasping my hot prick. As sleep slowly faded from my mind, I started to curse myself for waking up, and ruining the best dream I have ever had. Since Jenny had come to visit, my mind had been filled with thoughts of her. Dreams, daydreams, and occasionally I even thought that I had seen her just on the edge of my vision, but when I looked there wasn't anyone there. And occasionally I even thought about Sandy, too. Yea, she was a little girl, but hell she was only about an inch shorter than Jenny, and she wasn't much smaller then her in any part of her body. The more that I thought about it, the more I convinced myself that it as OK to think about her. Who was I hurting to just think about it anyway, it wasn't like I was going to go out and rape the girl. I might be a lot of things, but that wasn't one of them. As I slowly rose my hard prick was still leaking pre-cum. I knew that if I stayed there I would have to wash sheets this morning, so I headed to the shower, and the start of a new day. I found myself plagued all morning with ribald thoughts. Hell even my writing was starting to show signs of my pent up frustration. If Chet had been a real person, I know that he would never have lived though the sexual encounters that I had him involved in. I had decided to trash the last three chapters, and put a lot more action in them. Maybe a few man-eating plants would get me back in the right frame of mind. But first, I think that I will finish this one scene where Chet is seducing the high priestess of Exervon. Damn but the description looked a lot like Jenny... Ringggg — Doorbell? Sandy and Susan were standing on the porch when I opened the door. Susan was just the smallest touch smaller than Sandy, but there was no doubt in my mind that they were sisters. I didn't see how I could have missed how close they resembled each other the other day. They both had that wondrous smile that just melted my heart, and made my prick get hard. I knew that I had to stop that, or I would really embarrass myself, and maybe even get myself in trouble. But hey, they can't shoot ya for dreaming... As I stepped back, and invited the girls in, I noticed that they looked at each other and smiled. Did they notice my prick jump in my pants, or was I just getting paranoid? I chalked it off to imagination, and asked them to whom I owned the honor of their beautiful presence. They smiled and then they were all giggles. I pretty much figured that it would be some time before I would get an answer, so I headed to the kitchen, and brought back three Cokes. They sat on the couch across from me, as they opened their Cokes, and I noticed that the little bikinis that they wore were riding a little high on the bottoms, and the tops almost showed their nipples. This was not helping my prick to subside. Both girls sat with their legs spread enough for me to see both sides of their little bikini crotch, and a very good bit of pussy lips. Sandy had little dark brown hairs poking out on one side of the leg, and I could almost see all of her pussy lip on one side. I was feeling sure that the material was so far up there that when it came out it would it would be wet with saliva. By now it was starting to get obvious that my prick was as hard as a rock, and I didn't see much chance of hiding it. The only thing that I could do was pretend that it didn't exist, and try to think about something else. As I looked the girls in the eye I noticed that both of them had their eyes locked on my hard prick, but they didn't seem the least bit upset, or even close their legs. As a matter of fact I almost believe that they opened them a little bit farther. This was not turning out very good. I could see that they were trying to get to me, and obviously they were going a pretty good job. If I didn't get control of the situation soon, then things might get out of hand. I cleared my throat to get their attention back on my face, and spoke, "So is this just a social visit?" Sandy took a big gulp from the can, and told me that they were here on their mother's orders. They were here to invite me to dinner. I considered the invitation, and decided that I would enjoy having dinner with Jenny. I asked what I should wear, and what time I should arrive. She said that you can wear whatever you like and that they were supposed to bring you with them. I was not sure that Jenny would have given the girls instructions like that, or if she had, I was sure that they weren't supposed to tell me about it. So did she also give instructions as how we were supposed to get there, or is that up to you as well? The girls looked at each other and giggled, and said that they had come over by Jet-Ski, and that I was welcome to ride back with them if I liked. I could tell that the girls wanted to bring me back by Jet-Ski, but I did not want to be stuck in swim trunks with these two nymphs and Jenny all evening. My prick was sure to betray me, and I didn't need it displayed in a showcase. "I think that I will drive us over, and you can give me directions," I replied as casually as I could. The reaction was obvious. The girls were disappointed. They had planned this part pretty well I could tell, and were not happy that they had not gotten me dressed, or undressed, as they had planned. They did try to cover it up pretty well, but I had to smile that I won that round. The house that they gave me directions to was only a little way down the road. We were neighbors, and I couldn't think of better neighbors, it I had tried for a year. The girls were fairly quiet with only a few whispers every now and then. I got the feeling that I was missing out on something here, something that I should have known. I was not sure what it was that these two perfect specimens of female flesh were cooking up, but I knew that I would be able to handle it. I was on my guard now, and I wouldn't let them trap me into anything that I could see coming. The house that Jenny called home was a little bit smaller than mine, and the lake front was visible from the house. The equipment rental business that she ran was easily accessible. I could see that she had chosen a good business for this area, and I could see that it would have advantages to being close to the house. When the girls got me to the house, Jenny was there to greet me, and once again she made my body melt in liquid fire as she flowed into my arms, and hugged me like a long lost lover. I knew that I shouldn't read any more into that than just a woman that has been pushed away by the whole town for too long, and has found a friend. But it still didn't stop my prick getting hard in my pants, and I knew that Jenny could feel it, as it poked into her, just above her pussy. She would have to be dead to have missed it, but she didn't pull away, but just hugged me closer. When she did pull away she didn't look down, or act any different. She was truly a lady. I was next introduced to the girls. Sandy and Susan I had already met, and it was time to meet the younger ones of this all female household. They all had a sandy brown hair, just like their mom. You couldn't call it a blonde, but it wasn't a real brown either. It really doesn't matter what color that you want to call it, it was simply beautiful on these girls. Jenny handled things like a real pro, treating all the girls exactly the same, nobody got any special treatment. She started with Sandy, just like we had never met, and made the introduction sound very formal. Sandy, the official older sister at 10, looked so much like Jenny that it was really exciting to watch them together, they looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. They were so close in build that if you weren't paying attention, you might actually confuse the two, at least from behind. Her hips already had that shapely flair and her small breast had a perfect shape for her body size. It was obvious that she had already started on her way to becoming a woman in every sense of the word. Susan, who is 9, was just a little smaller than Sandy, but her hair was shorter, and lighter than Sandy and Jenny's. Susan had the closest color to a true Blonde. Her breast were nothing more than little soft bumps on her chest, her hips were only starting to flair out. She was still a beautiful young lady, even though she had only started to fill out, there was a promise of great beauty which was quickly turning into a family tradition. At least I saw it as such. Geri was a little smaller than the other young ladies, her eyes were a lighter bluish-green than the others, and her hair was a little longer than Jenny's. Her hair color was much darker, she had the true brown of the family. Her body had not started to change yet, but there was no way that anyone could ever mistake her for anything other than a girl, she still had a lithe body, and a cat-like grace when she moved. In her own way she was extremely beautiful, especially for an 8 year old. Then came little 6 year old Abby, who Jenny called her baby. Abby took immediate offense at being singled out as anything less than a woman of the house. I smiled as I saw her pout. This little girl would one day hold the heart of a man in her hand, and one little pout like that might be able to crush it. She would be a heart breaker, just like all of the ladies of this house. I bent down on one knee and held out my arms, she smiled and almost jumped into them, squeezing my neck as if her life depended on it. I could tell that something was a little amiss, since all of the girls seemed to look at Jenny, who just shrugged and smiled at me. I was not sure what I had missed, but something was definitely passing between them, and I didn't have a clue what was going on. Once I managed to get Abby to let me go Jenny announced that it was time for dinner. All of the girls escorted me to the head of the table. I did not feel that it was appropriate that I should sit there, but Jenny just waved me to be quiet, and sit down. Jenny was a wonderful cook. The steaks were medium rare, just like I like them. The salad was fresh, and the vegetables weren't over cooked. Jenny had selected a nice Red wine with dinner for the adults, and had even managed to fix Kool-Aid for the girls that had the same color. Everybody had wineglasses, and I could tell that they all felt very grown up. There was a very adult air about everything, even the conversation seemed to flow without a lot of giggles, and laughter. All in all it was absolutely excellent, and I was not the least embarrassed to tell her so. She informed me that the girls had all had a hand in the preparation even little Abby. I was very impressed with their teamwork abilities. After dinner Jenny and I walked out on the porch to sit and watch the last of the evening light play across the lake. The small waves had a golden glow on them, as the sun seemed to give a moment of life to each wave that it touched. The girls were cleaning up, each with their own assigned task. This seemed to be a nightly routine, as there were no instructions given, and everyone seemed to know their task, and started in to get it done. One by one, they came outside and joined us. Without a word being spoken, just watching the waves on the lake, as we were doing. With the last rays of the sun, a soft twilight covered the house. The air started to turn a little brisk, and Jenny made an announcement, "All right girls, it is getting late. Time to get ready for bed." I have been in a number of similar situations at friend's houses, and the same announcement always brought the same comments. I was prepared for the usual threats and yelling, but was amazed that only Susan stopped to ask a soft question of Jenny, "Is John going to stay and watch the movie with us?" Jenny looked over to me, and I didn't know what to say. It was a bit early to send the girls to bed, even though I would have liked to spend the time with Jenny, just to see if seduction were a possibility for the future. I didn't know what their normal pattern was, but I didn't want Jenny to feel that I was being forced on her either. I decided to wait and discuss this with Jenny once the girls had gone. Once Jenny noticed that I was not going reply right then, she shooed the girls on off to get ready for bed. Once the girls had gone, Jenny looked at me with a questioning look, and waited for me to speak. "I know that the girls put you on the spot there, and I thought that it would be better if we discussed this alone. I have had a beautiful evening, but I do not want to impose, if you would rather that I left I would understand perfectly. I didn't want to say anything in front of the girls as they might not understand that strangers in the house disrupt things." Jenny slowly got a big smile, and gave me a small nod. She then asked if I would like another glass of wine to sip while I watched the movie. I decided that the short trip home would not be a problem, and smiled as I rose to join her in refilling our glasses. When the girls came down and I was sitting on the sofa with Jenny, there was a moment of bubbling conversation between them. I could tell that apparently I was the center of it. It appeared that they were happy that I decided to stay. Sandy went over to the small stack of videos and picked up three, and brought them over to me to select one that we would watch tonight. I was surprised that they were all current releases. Obviously a trip to the video store had been one of their recent errands. I deferred picking, as all of them looked good, and I didn't know if they had already watched any of them. I suggested that Jenny should pick, as she knew what everybody liked better than I did. She smiled and picked one that wasn't very scary. She nodded to Abby, and I understood. More action, less thrills. This suited me just fine, as I was not really a fan of horror films. Susan dimmed the lights, while Sandy started the movie, and soon everybody was settled. The movie started and it didn't take me long to start to get bored. I hadn't watch a movie in a very long time, as most of my free time was at the computer. Actually most of my waking hours were at the computer. When your hobby is also your job, you can spend vast amounts of time doing what you love. So as I was starting to get a little bored with the same type of movie that I had seen hundreds of times, each with a different title, and claiming that it was new, and you had never seen anything like it, I was just looking around. Watching the girls proved more entertaining than the movie. Sandy was in a chair opposite me, but Susan and Geri were lying in the floor. As they would kick their legs I would occasionally get a glimpse of their little panties. Sometimes Sandy would spread her legs and I would get a similar view that I had gotten this afternoon, then whoosh, and it was gone. But it would usually show up again in a little while. So the evening had turned out to have some entertainment after all. The dim lighting was the only obstacle to having a really good show. I was surprised to look down and see little Abby coming over to me. She stood in front of me and put her arms up for me to hold her. One does forget that even though she acted so grown up all evening, she was still only six, and she wanted to be held. I didn't give it a second thought. I just reached down and picked her up. She snuggled right down in my left shoulder, and we both started to watch the movie. As the movie started to get boring again I noticed that I had the beginning of a hard-on. I knew that the movie didn't have anything that could have caused that, and I hadn't been looking at the girl's panties. As I thought about it a little, I noticed that there was a very erotic scent on the air. I glance down and saw that Abby had pulled her nightgown up and was busy with her fingers rubbing her clit, and that wonderful smell was coming from between her legs. The starting of a hard-on bloomed into a full-fledged erection in less than a second. Abby must have noticed the erection that she was sitting on, as she opened her eyes and looked up right into my eyes, as I watched her. I wasn't sure what to do then, I didn't want to scare her, but I didn't want Jenny to cut my balls off either. I decided that I should just watch the movie, and hope that she didn't start screaming, or ask her mommy later what she was sitting on. It might have been boring, but it sure held most of my attention, at least as far as anybody could tell. In reality I was so attuned to Abby, and her movements that I knew every one, even without looking, and the smell of excited pussy was really starting to take its toll on me. Any thought of my erection subsiding was surely a joke. Once Abby started to squirm around a little and spread her legs wider, I thought that I was going to cum in my pants any second. Unfortunately I wasn't that lucky. It was just about then that Abby really surprised me. She reached over and took my hand and guided it to her little pussy, and started to rub her pussy with my hand. I knew what she wanted, but I was so scared that I just sat there staring at the TV. I didn't know what to do now. I didn't want her making a lot of noise and drawing everybody's attention, but if I was caught with my hand in her panties, I knew that I would really be screwed then. Abby started to get a little louder when she moved her hand and I didn't keep up the action. She tried again, and still I let her down, I could tell that she was starting to get upset, and the only way that I could see keeping her quiet was by giving her what she wanted, but God if I got caught... I slowly stared to stroke her little pussy, and she calmed down and almost started to purr. Of all of the things that I had dreamed of doing with Jenny, and even little Sandy, this was definitely not on my list. I had sweat forming on my brow, and the tension was starting to take its toll. My erection had flagged to a memory, and my movements were automatic. I could only make little movements and I had problems getting to the right spot, as she had closed her legs a little bit, but she kept a firm grip on my wrist. I had never heard of a girl this young having an orgasm, but it wasn't long before I began to feel her start to stiffen up. I knew that she was getting close. I decided to see if I could end this quickly, as the movie was close to being over, and I didn't want to get caught like this. So I slipped my fingers inside of her panties, and got a firm grip on her little clit, and started to squeeze, and pull it. She stiffened almost immediately, and there was a sharp intake of air. At least she didn't cry out, that would have really scared me to death. It didn't take long before she gave a big exhale, and relaxed her grip on my wrist. I gave her a few more soft strokes on the little clit, then slowly slipped my hand from her panties. As quietly, and as slowly as possible, I slipped her nightgown back down, hoping that no-one had noticed what had happened. The room had a definite smell of pussy, and I hoped that nobody would notice. When I looked the credits for the movie were scrolling across the screen. Susan got up and turned up the lights, and Sandy moved to turn off the movie. Jenny looked over and saw that little Abby was asleep in my arms. She smiled and asked me if I would take her up and put her to bed. I breathed a sigh of relief, and stood up with Abby cradled in my arms, as Jenny showed me the way. We had Abby in bed and tucked in nice and tight, and I was out and heading for my car in less than a minute. My dreams were troubled that night, and the smell of Abby's pussy on my fingers didn't help matters any. Over the next two days I avoided everybody. I didn't answer the phone or the door. I kept expecting the police every minute. My nerves were a wreck. My latest book remained untouched, and I just couldn't sleep. I know that I looked like shit, and to be honest, I really didn't feel much better. ------- Chapter 6 The knock at the door was not going away, along with the doorbell, I knew that I was probably going to have to answer it this time. It was Jenny. I had seen her drive up, but hoped that she would go away. Just a couple of days before I would have given my left leg just to be with her, now I wasn't sure that I could even be in the same room with her. With the confidence of a dead man, I decided I would go ahead and get this over with, so I headed to the door, and did my best to steel myself for what I just knew was coming. As I opened the door, the look on Jenny's face confirmed my worse fears. She was boiling mad, and I knew that I couldn't blame her one bit. If Abby were my daughter, I would have been just as mad. I turned around and walked back to the living room. I left the door open so that Jenny could follow. I had already decided that there was no excuse for what I had done, and I would take whatever punishment that I had coming without complaint. Jenny stomped into the living room behind me, and once she got a good look at me, she softened a little. I guess that she could tell that I had not been having an easy time of it. I could tell that my condition was not going to get me off the hook. I could read her expression. She was determined. Once she opened her mouth, I knew that I would have very little to say. But she seemed to be waiting for me to say something, The only thing that came to mind was the most heart felt apology that I could possibly imagine, but all that came out was a weak, "I', sorry." Jenny looked at me hard, and then she started in on me. "So what have you got to say for yourself? Why haven't you answered the phone or the door for the last two days? Do you know that the girls are crushed? Abby hasn't stopped crying since yesterday. What kind of person are you, that you would do that to a bunch of little girls? I thought that you were a good and decent man, and then you go and hurt my girls and me. Are you just gonna sit there and look stupid, and not say anything? What is the matter with you?" I would easily imagine the pain that I had caused her and the girls, and it only drove me down even further. I could not even think of a good reason to live anymore, and I knew that Jenny and the girls would be happy if I did just go away somewhere. I knew what I had to do. "Jenny I will not bother you or the girls again, I will sell this place, and I will be out of your lives forever. I will leave town now, and have someone else handle everything, that way you won't ever have to see me again. I know what I did was wrong, and there is no excuse, but you and the girls won't ever have to see me again. I really like you and the girls, and never intended to hurt you. I swear it. I never meant to hurt you." As tears came to my eyes I didn't even have the courage to look into her face. Jenny's voice was much softer than I would have expected as she slowly sat down in the chair opposite me. "John, I thought that you cared for the girls, and to tell you the truth, I have feelings for you too. I know that things haven't gone like anyone intended, but something is terribly wrong here. I don't think that you understand what is happening, or that I fully understand that the problem is." I could tell that she was waiting for me to answer her, and tell her what the problem was. How could I tell this beautiful woman, what I had done to Abby? I had thought that she had already known. Now she was telling me that she wanted to know all that I had done. I guess that she just wanted to make sure that she hadn't left anything out. I knew that there was no way around this, and I knew that even if there were, I would still sit there and take my medicine. It was just something that had to be done. It didn't matter how much it cost me, the time had come to face the music. "Jenny, I really don't know how to tell you this, but the other night when the movie was playing, and little Abby climbed up in my lap, some things happened, and I just don't know how to tell you about them. I know that I shouldn't have done the things that I did, but I just couldn't control that situation. Well, that's not really true, I didn't manage to control myself, and that is the real truth, I will not try to blame anything on anybody else, it was all my fault, and I knew better. Now I know that I have to face you and tell you the truth." Jenny looked at me as though I had lost my mind. She did not seem upset, but she did seem to have something on her mind. I was not sure if she had not heard me right, or if she was just trying to decided what she wanted to do to me first. She must have made a decision, because she sat back in the chair, and asked me for a cup of coffee. I was not sure what she had in mind, but hoped that I would still manage to live through the day. I rose and moved to the kitchen to make a fresh pot of coffee, and was glad of the time that it took, so that I wouldn't have to face her until the last possible second. When I returned to the living room, she was still sitting in the same place, but seemed lost in thought. I placed her coffee in front of her and the pot on the warmer on the coffee table. I then sat to see if the whole story had managed to sink in, and if the fireworks would be starting soon. Jenny looked up and realized that I was back, and that her coffee was waiting. As she reached for her coffee, she spoke very calmly, but her words seemed to echo in my ears. I was sure that this was the beginning of the end of my life. "John, I should really start by saying that I am sorry. I didn't understand what was happening, and I am sorry about the way that I treated you. I have a few things to say, and I don't want you to interrupt. You impressed me the other day as a good listener, and now would be a good time to listen. I have a few more things to tell you, and it is very important that you understand everything that I have to say. I will start out telling you that I already knew about Abby. Everyone in the room knew. It wasn't a secret. If you think that anything could happen in my living room without me knowing about it, really amazes me." She paused for a minute to let that sink in, and when I started to speak, she raised her hand and stopped me. As I began to understand that she had known what was going on, and didn't stop me when it was happening had me really confused. I knew that whatever she had to say had to be important, so with the relief that I just might live out the day slowly settling over me I sat back to try to understand this woman, and her girls. I was sure that before this day was over I would know things that I probably didn't want to know, and maybe be involved in things that might rip my world apart. "All right John, as you can probably guess, I am not upset about the other night, at least not what you think that I am upset about. You did upset the girls some and that did upset me. Now that I know what has been troubling you, I understand why you acted the way that you did, and I will explain everything to the girls. They will be relieved. What they will be relieved about brings me around to what I wanted to tell you. Once I explain everything, you will understand what is going on." She relaxed and took a sip of coffee, and seemed to be forming her words, or her thoughts, or maybe just working up the courage, but soon she expelled a sigh, and started the narration that would change all of our lives forever. "It really started about a year ago, when Sandy started to mature. You can tell that she looks much older than she is, I have noticed that you do look. Relax John, it is not a problem, I think that I would be more scared if you didn't look. But back to the story, she and Abby were coming home from the store. You know that little grocery and bait shop down at the end of the road? Well they were walking back, and it was early afternoon, when four men suddenly attacked them. They were teenagers really, but they were definitely young men. From the description that Sandy gave, I would assume that they were about eighteen or nineteen. They had heard all of the normal gossip in town, just like everybody else does, and decided that a whore's daughters were just as much a whore as their mother. Well I won't bore you with the details, but they sexually assaulted both Sandy and Abby. Until the other night Abby has not let any man get near her. You might have noticed that we were a bit surprised when Abby gave you a hug? I considered it a very good sign. The police were called and they took a report, but they never did manage to find anyone that matched the descriptions, so they said. They said that it was probably some visitors to the lake, and that they were probably long gone before they were even called." I could feel my blood boiling, I might have rubbed a little girl's pussy, but she had placed my hand there and wanted me to do it, rape was another issue all together. What type of monster would do that to a little girl? Hell Abby was only five at the time! She must have been physically tortured to take an adult man. This was really starting to get to me, and Jenny could see that I was not doing well. She did manage to calm me down, but she could tell that I was very upset about her story. She wasn't finished yet, and was determined that I would hear it all, before she let me off the hook. "It was quite a while before either of them could be around men, but Sandy adapted a lot more quickly than Abby did. It did signal a definite change in town though. From that point on, everybody treated all of the girls like whores. There have been times that some of the younger boys have tried to rape the girls. Once I saw what was going on I never let them go anywhere alone, and the only time that they are alone, is here at the house, or when they are in school." Jenny decided that I need to absorb this and poured us more coffee, while I was almost seething. How could this quiet little town harbor a collection of barbaric animals like she was describing. The more that I thought about this, the more I really wanted to burn the whole town down, and see if a better class of people could be found, or possibly just move away from here, and start over somewhere else. The more that I thought about it, the more I realized that people were the same everywhere. You had to change these or you were just running from your problems, and problems had a way of following you. I guess that Jenny had figured this out too. "With the situation as it was, you might imagine that sexual education was a harsh reality. In a matter of a couple of days all of the girls found out the realities of life. Since Sandy and Abby had been raped, and Susan and Geri were fighting for their virtue literally every day at school, I did not see any reason to treat them like little girls any more. Their choices are their own. They can have sex with anyone that they choose, anytime that they choose, if they don't want sex then I will help them fight every man in the town to stop them from raping them. A few times it really felt like I was doing just that. It has even happened a few times here at the lake. A few of the men get a little drunk while they are out on the lake and when they bring back the boat, they try to get a little too friendly with the girls. There have been a few times that some of the men didn't walk out as well as they walked in. I imagine that their balls hurt for quiet a few days. A couple of them called the police on me, but I said that if they wanted to press charges, I would press charges against them for attempted rape, and child molestation. So far the cops have kept things quiet, but I know that they don't really care what happens to us, just their good old buddies." Jenny was not her cheerful self, but I knew she would perk up once she stopped thinking about the situation. I had an idea forming about how to handle the town, but it would take a little time, and a few connections that I didn't have. Oh well, I would think about this a little while, I was sure that I could come up with something. Many of the things that had happened started to make sense. The way that Sandy had acted in the lake on the first day, the lack of reaction about my caressing little Abby, and why Jenny was so cautious with the girls. I could only marvel at this woman. Here was a beautiful woman, that had managed to fight a whole town, and refused to give up, no matter how hard things got. She was teaching her girls, no - make that young woman, the same things; how to fight and never give up. The more that I found out about Jenny and the girls, the more that I loved them. Strange, I can never remember really loving anybody, yea I had my share of women that I had said that I loved, and I had been married once and thought that I had loved her too. But until this moment, I don't think that I have ever really loved anybody. I didn't even have to think about it, I just knew. I decided that this was something that Jenny was going to hear and I didn't care if she laughed at me, or thought that I had lost my mind. I just didn't care. I had to tell her how I felt about all of them. Jenny was a bit surprised that I could tell her something like that after only a few days, but she was very understanding. She didn't laugh, or even seem too surprised. But I have to admit that when she said that she felt the same way about me, I just about passed out from shock. Before I even knew it we were in each other's arms. Her mouth tasted as sweet as any wine that I had ever tasted. Her small body molded against me, and every bump and swelling seemed to have a place on my body that fit it perfectly. I had never held any woman that gave me the feelings that just holding her were causing to pulse through my body. I was light as a feather, and she was a part of me. I picked her up, still kissing her as she wrapped her legs around me, and carried her to the bedroom. There was no right or wrong, no past or future, just now, and the passion coursing through our bodies, as she held tightly to me and her nails digging hotly into my back. As I softly placed her on the bed, I started kissing her neck, and biting softly, as she moaned her agreement. I was unbuttoning her blouse, as I kissed and nibbled my way down as each button opened to revel another perfect inch of skin. She was the woman of my dreams, the tigress of my sexual fantasies. She was ripping the shirt from my body, and biting my chest. Sucking on my nipples and trying to pull herself up my body with her legs wrapped tightly around my hips. Her blouse was free and I managed to work it off of her shoulders. She had not worn anything to cover her soft breast, and they were now capped with two hard little nipples, like small pebbles resting on two gentle slopes. Her breasts were firm and beginning to turn a fiery red as passion surged through her. Her jeans were harder to get off, as I had to force her legs free, but soon they were laying in the floor, and the little lace panties were the last thing stopping me from seeing the beautiful woman clawing at my jeans. I reached down and the panties were in my hands, torn from her soft hips with vicious force. Her little pussy lips were swollen and her thighs were wet from her sweet nectar. Suddenly my passion exploded as I felt a hot, wet, liquid whirlwind engulfing my raging prick. My knees began so get weak, and I knew that I would not be able to stand much longer. I grabbed her soft, firm hips and rolled her over and looked at her shaven pussy. Wet and slick with her juices. I was soon lying on my arms with my knees on each side of her head, and my mouth was clamped to the fountain of life, attempting to empty the nectar that I found there, while my mind was on fire from the sensations churning around my raging prick. I could sense her rhythm as I sucked her hard clit, I could tell that she was fast approaching the point of no return. I sucked harder on her clit trying to pusher over the crest of sensations. As she came, she did not remove her mouth from my hot prick, but screamed and sucked as hard as she could. My cum was rushing from my balls like a run away train; slamming into her mouth, and down her throat. She kept sucking as she came hard against my mouth, filling it with the sweet nectar of the gods. I did not give her time to relax, but turned around and slipped my still raging prick into her hot, sweet pussy. The tight liquid fire that grabbed my prick had me on the edge of cumming again. I had to grit my teeth to keep from cumming until the initial sensations were easing up, but Jenny screamed and started to cum again as she wrapped her strong legs around my hips. Thrusting and jerking like a thrashing machine gone wild. The passion coursing through us, Jenny's cum making a puddle on the bed beneath her sweet little ass, and the sweat dripping from our bodies gave the air a smell that fueled the fires raging in our bodies. Time had no meaning, only the sweet pleasure raging through our bodies, until my cum started its short trip from my balls, scorching it way through the tubes, burning it way into Jenny's hot receptive pussy. As I fired the sticky, scalding cum into her hot pussy Jenny screamed again and arched her back with her pussy sealed to the base of my throbbing cock. Then she was limp, out cold. Her breathing was still harsh, but slowly returning to normal. I moved to lay behind her and hold her close, with my arms wrapped around her. Holding her as she slowly woke from her violent orgasm. She looked over her shoulder, kissed me, then snuggled back against me and closed her eyes. A short time later I softly slipped away from Jenny, and headed for the bathroom. I had not been taking very good care of myself for the past two days, and was in need of a nice hot shower, and a shave. I was just drying off as Jenny came into the bathroom. As soon as we saw each other, we both knew that there was no need to speak. We had that instant connection that can tell everything that a person needs to know, in a single glance. She walked over, kissed me and stepped into the shower. ------- Chapter 7 I decided that I would just ride with Jenny, and we could worry about transportation problems later. I knew that even at worst case, I could walk it easily. Once we were on our way she explained the reason that everyone was so upset. First I had been so nice, and then suddenly I couldn't be found. The girls all thought that I believed what was being said in town, and the girls were blaming little Abby for giving me that wrong impression. They were sure that she had scared me off, or that I would start to treat them like everybody else did; especially when they couldn't find me. They were very hurt, and Jenny said that little Abby was still crying. I knew that I would have to do something about this. I told Jenny that once we arrived that I wanted her to take Abby out on the lakeside porch and wait for me, and I would talk to the rest of the girls first. Then would come out and talk to Abby. It didn't take long for the girls to make their way outside, once Jenny told them that I was waiting for them. One by one they came out to see if their worse fears were going to come true. I have to admit that I did treat them a little badly. Not as bad as they were expecting, and not for the reason that they thought. But soon all three of them were there waiting for me to speak. "OK. I will start off with the worse first. I am very disappointed with all of you." My words dropped like a bomb on a devastated plain. You could see the tears forming in every eye. I have to admit that I really didn't have the courage for this. The thought of hurting any of these little girls was just about enough to kill me itself. As this was something that had to be done, so I took a deep breath, and got on with it. "You have disappointed me for a number of reasons. The most important being that any of you would ever think that I would believe what is said by those idiots in town. And to think that I would ever want to stop seeing you, has caused me great pain. Then to blame poor little Abby for all of this really is not fair." My words had filled them with mixed emotions, they were happy that I thought so much of them, but were embarrassed that they had behaved so badly. There was no way that I could really be mad at them, not when I was more at fault than they were. I had to get everybody back smiling. I just couldn't live without seeing these girls smile at me. I leaned against Jenny's van, and raised my arms. There were young ladies flying all over me. It was a good thing that I was against the van, or I would have been on the ground in a second. There were tears all around, but smiles were starting to creep in there too, as I hugged them to me. It only took a few minutes of hugging and a few stray kisses, and the girls were all smiles again, and happy that I was there. It did feel good to know that they enjoyed my company as much as I enjoyed being with them. The worst was still yet to come. I still had to face Abby, and I still had a few feelings of my own about what had happened, but I was determined no matter what I felt, little Abby would not carry the blame for it. So it was time to go and see the little angel of the house. As I came out on the porch, I could tell that Abby had been crying, but at least there weren't any tears now. I was very glad about that. I don't think that I could that survived that one. Her eyes were still red and puffy, but when she saw me she did have a smile for me. Since she didn't offer to give me a hug, I decided that I had better take this one a bit slower than I had with the older girls. Jenny quietly excused herself and went inside leaving me to talk to Abby, and get everything straight. It was obvious to me that Jenny had told her some things, but I knew that she only told her the minimum, leaving me to handle things in my own way. I decide that the straight approach had worked OK so far, and that I would just stick with it. "Abby, I know that the girls have been giving you a hard time, and now everybody knows that it wasn't your fault. I had a talk with the girls, and they will not blame you for anything. Also I told them that I was not scared away by the talk in town, or anything that you did. I was a little afraid about the things that I had done to you, and how you would feel about them later, and I didn't want to see anybody because I thought that you girls would not want to see me. Well, Jenny fixed that and she explained everything to me, so that I now understand. Will you forgive me?" Abby looked at me with some of the saddest eyes that I have ever seen. You could see wisdom there much older than her years. I guess that getting raped has that effect on you. It gives you the understanding of events, and makes you wary of everybody. She looked at me with those eyes, and I could tell that I was being measured up, and I didn't know how I was going to come out of this one. She walked up to me and climbed into my lap, and leaned up and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I reached my arms around her and held her, and we both started to cry. It took a few minutes before we could turn off the water works, and my shirt was a real mess, but I really didn't care at all. When we entered the house Abby was riding on my shoulder, and we were both laughing. The look on the faces in the room showed a relief that I felt. I was happy and as I put Abby down the girls were clustering around her and talking very quietly, I could imagine that they were going some pretty fancy talking, and a lot of apologizing. As I watched the girls make their way into the den to talk more openly, I knew that this was where I wanted to be. Jenny and I were now alone for a few minutes, and the thought of the afternoon activities had my prick lengthening in my pants. I know that Jenny saw it too, as she smiled and looked straight at it. I could tell that she was having a few thoughts of her own, as I saw a shiver run down her spine, and her nipples were hard little pebbles again. I moved slowly and deliberately around and came up behind her, and wrapped my arm around her. She melted into me and I could feel her grind against me with her sweet little ass. I leaned down and kissed her neck, and whispered, "I know that you are a very sensible woman, with both feet on the ground, and you don't normally do crazy things. But if you feel like you might like to do something really crazy, and totally unpredictable, then why don't we get married?" I held my breath as she slowly turned around and looked me in the eye. There was no smile on her face now, and I could feel her gaze cut through me, as she tried to decide if I was joking, or not. I knew that she could tell how I felt, but I hoped that she understood that I knew the difference between great sex and love. She must have made a decision, because she looked me straight in the eye and told me, "There is no way that I can ever marry you, unless the girls agree. I couldn't do something like that to them, but I will tell you that I do love you." My breath came out in a blast, as I didn't even realize that I had been holding it since she started looking at me. I was glad that it didn't take her much longer because now I was dizzy, or maybe that it was just that I was so happy that she felt the same way that I did. But I was seeing life through a cloud, and I was walking on air. The news to the girls didn't quite go as I had thought that it would. They were all a little quiet, I just supposed that it was shock, after all we hadn't known each other much over a week, and we were already talking marriage. I decided to let Jenny handle this, since it might have involved more with feelings that she was doing something to betray their late father. I thought that it would be best if I moved along home, and let them talk it out as a family. It was a couple of days before Jenny called, and asked to come over. It was the longest couple of days in my life, one minute I was happy and the next I was worried that something was not going to work out. The last day had convinced me that there was indeed a problem, or it wouldn't have taken so long, but then I could think of a thousand things that they would need to talk about. Then it would start all over again. As soon as I saw her, my worst fears were confirmed. I knew that there was not going to be good news. I was determined that if it could be worked out I was going to try. I gave her my best smile, and asked her in. I had the coffee waiting, and she sat down and started off with the worst, "John, I don't see much chance that we will ever be able to get married, at least not for a long time." Then she just sat there and looked at me, and I could tell that there was more, but she was waiting to make sure that I understood what she was saying. I guess that the expression on my face said that I did understand. She still didn't say anything. I guess that she was waiting for my answer. I could tell that the tension in her body was as tight as a spring ready to snap. "Jenny honey, I don't know what the problem is, but don't you think that we could work things out?" That was what I most wanted to do, and it appeared that Jenny was very happy to hear it as well, the tension started to leave her body and she looked relieved. I guess that she had thought that once the bad news was delivered that I would just turn away. Well I had some news for her; she wasn't going to get off the hook that easily. "The girls and I have been talking for the most part of a couple of days now, and generally they like the idea of you being their father, but I am afraid that in that lies the majority of the problem." She stopped there and took a sip of coffee, and I could tell from her reactions that this conversation was hard on her, and she had to force herself to continue. "Actually it is more your reactions that make things impossible for us. The girls have come to terms with the news and even like the idea, but there are just things that don't look like they will work out. We can still be good friends and even lovers if you are still interested, but marriage seems a bit too complicated right now." I was not sure what I wanted to say. I knew that Jenny was making a sacrifice for me. I was not sure what the problem was or how I could fix things, but I knew that I was not happy with the choices that she was offering. I wanted it all, not just the icing. I wanted her and the girls with me every minute, not a few hours a day, or for a stolen kiss in the middle of the night, but in the light of day with the whole world watching. "Jenny, I know that you are holding something back, and I want to hear it all. If there is ever going to be a chance for us, we have to face everything now and work it out. I am not satisfied with what you are offering, I will accept it if you force me to, but I want you and the girls with me forever." She cleared her throat, looked me straight in the eyes, and said, "I was hoping that you felt that way. We have a chance, but it all depends on you. You know what I told you about the girls free to choose who and when they decide to have sex with?" I nodded as I listened closely, she knew that I wasn't in favor of the choice, but I did understand it and I even knew that once the girls had been exposed you couldn't very well pretend that it didn't exist. So it really was the only logical choice, and I could live with that choice. If this was the only problem, then we were going to be home free. "Well, the reason that the girls weren't very happy about the announcement was that they each had already decided that you were to be their lover just as soon as they could find a way to seduce you. Little Abby doesn't have as much worldly experience as the other girls, so she just sat in your lap and stuffed your hand down her pants. The others would have done the same thing, if they had thought that they could have gotten away with it... So that is the real problem. How do you tell them that they aren't old enough once you have had your hand in Abby's pants? They do have the sexual right to make their own choices... Yes, I told them that we had been to bed together. I wasn't going to lie to them once they asked... They know that you are not their father, so the incest thing is not really a problem, even if they do call you daddy... They have made it clear that they will make you love them as a woman... But your reaction about Abby has convinced me that you will not be able to do that... So, I do not see that we will be able to work all this out, unless you can accept them as they are, because I will not let you hurt them by just ignoring them, or turning them away." I knew that stupid expression was on my face again, and my mouth was hanging open again, but for the life of me I just couldn't seem to get a hold on myself. I knew that I appeared to be a real blubbering idiot. I mentally kicked myself, and tried to shut my mouth, at least before slobber started to run down my face, that would have really been the epitome of idiot. I was still having a hard time absorbing this one, I understood what Jenny had said, but the emotions were raging in my mind. How to handle this? I asked Jenny to excuse me, and would she mind if I gave her a call soon? I really thought that she would be mad about that, after all I should have yelled, or been offended, or jumped for joy, but instead I asked her if I could think this over. She was a little bit quiet, when I showed her to the door, but she did give me a kiss that told me that no matter what I chose she would still love me. That did a lot to help stabilize my mind. Once she was gone, I decided that this was going to take some real thought. I went to the kitchen and packed an ice chest, pitched together a couple of sandwiches, and headed for the lake. When I got there I sat up the deck chair on the dock, sat and watched the light play on the water. I find that the dancing light helps me to think, or maybe not to think, and things just fall into place easier. I am not sure how long I was there, but the sun had long since gone before I realized it. Some of the drinks were gone, and I had eaten the sandwiches. I don't remember any of it, but I knew that I had done it. I decided that it was time to head back, and that I would just have to think on this some more. Once back at the house, I lit a fire and sat in the living room. Sometime during the night I fell asleep, and had troubled dreams. I don't really remember them, but I kept waking up. Once when I woke, I noticed that the fire was gone, so I decided it was time for bed, I moved to the bedroom and fell into bed. Still I could not sleep peacefully. The next morning was little better, I worked on "The Desert plateau of Fixarom", an I am sure that if Chet had any choice he would have told me to go away, and come back when I knew what I was doing. I knew once I walked away that I would have to delete everything that I had done today, but it did give me a chance to clear my mind a little. As I walked into the kitchen I picked up the phone and punched Jenny's number. She answered after a couple of rings. I asked her if I could take her and the girls out to dinner this evening and she was a little slow in answering. She assumed that I had made a decision and that I wanted to tell them what I had decided. Maybe I had, but if so my mind hadn't told me anything about it. I picked them up at seven, and we went to a nice restaurant about 35 miles away, I just didn't feel in the mood to face the local townspeople. I must admit that the ride was very quiet. The girls seemed to know that it was not the right time to start a discussion, or maybe they were just waiting for me to drop my bomb. Jenny did try to get a clue on what I was going to say, but I just sidestepped the question and she dropped the subject sensing that I didn't want to discuss things yet. Actually I was still trying to make things fit together in my mind. The issues were simple; it was my acceptance that was causing the problem. The restaurant was very nice, and we had a nice meal. There was good conversation. The girls might be young, but they had a good grasp on the world that they lived in, and the problems that existed. I knew that these were no ordinary girls. Abby was a little fidgety but I could understand that she was young, and decisions were simple for her. It was right or wrong, yes or no, and anybody could do that. Well, I guess that when you grow up you lose that ability, or at least you can't call on it as easily any more. Fred Wilks, the local sheriff in town came in about then, and I noticed him. It would figure that someone from the town would show up, it was just the way that my day was going. I really didn't want to deal with that issue too, so it was easy to just ignore him, and pretend that I didn't see him come in. I didn't recognize the guys with him, but I had no doubt that they were just like everybody else in the small town. Tell them a string of lies, and watch them swallow it up. My mind associated it to fishing, bait a hook with a little gossip, and pitch out a lie, play it up a little bit and reel in another sucker. Even though I wasn't watching him, I did see old Fred motioning toward the table and make a few gestures that I did recognize and then they were all laughing. This really started to steam me up a bit, and I could tell that Jenny had noticed what was going on. She was holding her head up proud, but I could still tell that she sat a little more hunched down, and the conversation all but disappeared. The girls weren't much better. They all looked like they were ashamed of being seen here. They didn't even look like the same girls that I came in with, or that had so easily handled such an adult conversation. Now they looked like little girls, who were afraid that someone would see that their dress was dirty, and that they would get in trouble. It was as I looked around the table, and watched the change that came over the girls that everything became crystal clear in my mind, I knew what I was going to do, about Jenny, the girls, getting married, and the town. It was a moment of clarity that I felt so in touch with everything that I could see every problem and I immediately knew every answer without a moment's hesitation. I smiled at Jenny, and asked if they were ready to leave. The relief on her face was clear, and I was glad that I could make her and the girls feel better. Once we were back in Jenny's van I asked if anyone wanted ice cream, and was rewarded with a chorus of little girl squeals. It was good to hear, and know that they could put people like that out of their mind so easily. But I didn't want to forget them, I had plans for them, but it would have to wait. I had other things to do now. The ice cream parlor was quiet, at least when we walked in, but four little girls screaming for ice cream didn't let it stay that way. Every body's mood improved then. I guess that most of the improvement was mine, I was now talking and laughing, and the girls seemed to pick up on my mood. Even Jenny was smiling that wonderful smile that melted my heart. When we finished the ice cream and were on our way back to the van, Abby tugged at my sleeve and asked me to carry her. I didn't hesitate even a minute, but grabbed her and tossed her up and onto my shoulders, and was off and running with Abby screaming and laughing. The ride back seemed to fly by, there was talking and laughter in the van and I felt at peace again. I was happy to be with the women that I loved most in the world. When we got back to Jenny's place, I asked them all to sit down because I had some things to say. It was like turning on a megaphone, my voice suddenly seemed loud, and the house seemed so quiet that the sound just echoed off the walls. Every face was turned to me, and I could see hope, fear, concern, and love all around me. "Jenny told me what the problem is with us getting married. There are concerns that I have a problem with girls. Well, I have to admit that I have always felt that anyone that would have sex with a little girl was not a man, and deserved to be locked up. I still feel that way." As I looked around the room at the faces that were looking back at me, I could see that fear was the common emotion gripping the girls. Jenny looked like I had stabbed her in the heart or that I had just killed one of the girls. I took a deep breath and continued, "But since there aren't any little girls here, I don't guess that I have to worry about that." I stopped here to let my words sink in, and noticed that Jenny had a big smile and I was happy about that. Realization was slow, but it came first to Sandy, then Geri and then Susan. Abby was usually pretty quick, but I could tell that she wasn't getting it. So I held out my arms to her, and she climbed up into my lap. I only had to whisper a few things in her ear, and she was smiling as big as the other girls at the table. "Now before we go any further, there will be some rules." Even this statement didn't totally dismiss all the smiles, but I had their attention again. I decided to keep Abby in my lap, just in case I had to explain anything else to her, and she was squirming around on my prick and doing a pretty good job of making it hard. The last thing that I wanted to do was to give a speech with a hard prick, especially when I was trying to be serious. "First, I expect all of you to act as you are supposed to, like ladies. In public there will never be any clue to anyone that we are anything other than what we are supposed to be. You will call me Daddy, or Dad, or Father, or what ever you feel comfortable with, but you will always act like my daughters. Everybody understand that?" There was a chorus of voices and heads bobbing, and could feel that things were going to be fine. "Now, as far as what happens inside the house; that is family business, and it stays in the family. No one ever talks about family business to any one outside the family. And as far as the other thing, your mother will handle that. Any time that any of you want to spend time with me, or us, it will be arranged through your mother. She will arrange things when they are convenient for everyone involved." There were now four sets of eyes looking at Jenny with big grins, and Abby said boldly, "I'm first!" There was a loud bout of laughter and Abby blushed a pretty shade of pink. Then Jenny put an end to the squabbling, with a short announcement that I was still speaking, and that other considerations could be discussed later. Actually I thought that this was interesting, as I have never been fought over, at least that I know of. This was interesting, and I was curious how she as going to handle it, but I was never to find out how that masterful bit of arranging came to pass, or what kind of schedule existed, it any. But the ball was now back in my court, and all eyes were on me again. "I do not make a habit of arguing with people, or confrontations, I will expect you to obey me at all times. If you break the rules I will punish you. I will not leave that job solely to your mother. And if any one at this table thinks that they are too old to be spanked, then you are in for one very big surprise. I will accept on nonsense on this." As I looked around the room, I could see an interesting expression on Jenny's face. If I understood correctly what I was seeing, I would have to change things a little here. "That includes your mother." This brought a few shocked looks to me, and Jenny lowered her head. The girls understood that she was accepting her role as I defined it. There were a few looks showing understanding that I would be the undisputed head of the house. When I looked back at Jenny there was a devilish grin on her face. I knew then that I had understood that look correctly. ------- Chapter 8 A few days at my computer and I was finished with my latest saga. I felt that once my mind had cleared up, I did a pretty good job on it; even if I had to say so myself. A call to Roy was in order, and I took the time to advise him on the fast paced events in my life. He was very happy for me that I had found someone, and wished me the best of luck. I knew that Roy had contact with a large number of people, and asked if he could help with a small problem that I had. After I outlined the situation, and what I had in mind, he was still laughing when he hung up the phone, but assured me that he knew just what I had in mind, and knew just the people to get in touch with. The wheels were now in motion. I assured him that my latest book would shortly be in his hands, and that everything was greatly appreciated. Two days later Jenny and I took a trip to the local Justice of the Peace. We didn't feel the need of a big ceremony; we just wanted to get married. Unfortunately it was still early in May, and the girls still had almost a full month of school so a honeymoon was out of the question. Also with summer coming up, and that being the busy time of the year for Jenny's business, it would have to be put off for quite a while. I really didn't mind, I just wanted to be with Jenny and the girls. She was a little surprised that I wanted to go the local town rather then to Mechan. Even if it were a little farther away it would help with the gossip. I just smiled and said that I wanted everybody to know that we were married, and that I didn't care how much anybody talked. She was happy and it showed in her walk as we went about our business. I didn't want to tell her that there was another reason. That would just have to wait until I had everything arranged, but it was important to my plan. We decided that since my house was a larger than Jenny's, then we would all live there, and use her house for business. She would continue to run her rental business, with the girls' help and I would set up a small office there and do my writing while they worked. This would give us time together in the evenings and still keep up a good work schedule. It all seemed like a good arrangement. With the domestic arrangement taken care of, we could turn our attention to the marital arrangements. I told Jenny that she was the only person that I expected to be with for our first weekend of married life, and if I could still walk after that, then we would see what happened then. It took some getting used to, to being married again. The lack of privacy was the hardest thing to get used to. With Jenny and the girls being four females in one house it was unheard of to close a door, especially with sex out in the open. They could see nothing wrong with it, and couldn't see why I had a problem with it. It was a little strange with someone coming into the bathroom while you are showering, especially without knocking. For the first few days I was constantly expecting a heart attack, of someone coming up behind me, or maybe embarrassment. One of the hardest things was to go into the living room while the girls were watching television. At any given time it would appear that at least one of them would be masturbating. I never considered myself a prude, but the openness that they expressed was almost unnerving. It also didn't help my almost constant state of erection. Just about the time that my erection would start to subside, the smell of pussy would be drifting through the air, sometimes to be compounded with sound effects. In time almost everything seems normal, if you learn to accept it. The honeymoon weekend was a constant state of excitement, with moments of fear pitched in for good measure. The first of many such times came early on Friday night, after Jenny and I had returned from town and the Justice of the Peace. It did cause a stir throughout his office. Even before we left the building, I think that most of the town had turned out to see it with their own eyes. The girls were on their best behavior, dinner came and went without leaving much impression on me, and the girls handled it all. After a respectable interval after dinner Jenny and I excused ourselves, it was clear to everybody what was going on, but we all played the game. Once Jenny and I were safely back in our room, it was apparent that the girls had been there as well. The lights were turned down low, and there were a few candles burning around the room giving it a soft glow. Where this would normally have made a more solid impression, my total attention was on Jenny. I could smell the passion from her hot body as she melted into my arms. Her lips were soft and tender as she tried to consume me through her mouth. The fires in her body were raging as hotly as mine was. There was little chance of soft and tender love making tonight, the fires of desire were raging through us both. I knew the depth of her arousal when she reached up and tore my shirt open and started kissing and licking my chest. Her hot little tongue was running everywhere at once, as she unbuckled my pants and pushed them to the floor. As I stepped out of my shoes and pants, I picked up her small twisting body. Her legs wrapped themselves around my waist, and she locked her hungry mouth on mine. As our tongues explored each other's hot mouths, I reached down and lifted the bottom of her dress up to her shoulders. I had to remove each of her arms one at a time to get that damn dress off, and then my attention was focused on the small lacy panties covering the hot inferno leaking hot juice down my waist and covering my hot throbbing cock. One quick pull and they were in my hand, and Jenny was trying to suck my cum out thorough my mouth. I needed no more foreplay, and from Jenny's actions I could tell that she was on the brink now. I turned and placed her hot body on the bed below me, as I moved to cover her hot nipples with my mouth. As I felt her nipples touch my tongue, my hard cock started to penetrate her hot pussy. Her juices were covering her thighs and ass, and her pussy shone in the candlelight. I slipped my hot cock to the bottom with a single stroke, and she cried out in ecstasy. My own pleasure was rising sharply as we rode the waves of lust. The smell of sex was in the air, and Jenny's cries of orgasm were pushing me closer to the brink. At any moment the pressure would become unbearable. That is when I felt the bed move, as I turned I was confronted with all four girls observing the hot sexy scene before them. My cock started to shrink as Jenny was screaming through another orgasm. Her sounds and motions had me holding my own, but when she noticed that something was wrong, she reached up and pulled me down to her, whispering into my ear and fucking my still semi-rigid cock. Her energetic actions were having an effect and I soon forgot the audience watching our hot coupling as my prick sprang back to rigid life. I started to pump my cock in short fast strokes and Jenny started on another wild orgasm. With her hot, tight pussy squeezing my cock I couldn't hold back any longer, and shoved my prick as far in her as I could get, and started to squirt hot, sticky globes of cum into her convulsing pussy. She screamed her pleasure and went limp. As I slowly eased down beside her, our breath was coming in heavy pants, with my blood pounding in my ears. This was the most intense orgasm of my life, and it was only the first night. As I remembered the girls, I opened my eyes and looked around, but they were gone. I tried to remember if they were really even there, or if I had imagined it, but I knew the truth. They had all seen the wild sexual union that we had shared. I was not sure of my reactions, but it did scare the hell out of me to be caught with my pants down like that. After we had caught our breath, Jenny confirmed that I had not been dreaming, and that the girls had indeed been there. She explained that they never closed any doors in their house, and that every once in a while one of the girls would want to sleep with her. Usually it was little Abby, she had been having bad dreams for the past year, but they had started to fad away over the last few months. I could imagine the dreams that she had, and the nights that Jenny had seen with her, and Sandy both. My blood turned a little cold in my veins, but it was soon replaced with a smile that made Jenny shiver. I could tell that my look had frightened her as she said, "I don't know what you are planning, but it is over now, please don't do anything to get into trouble over us." I could only smile and hold her, with all that she and the girls had been through, she was worried about me. I was amazed that anybody could love me that much. As I thought about it I knew that I loved them all just as much as she loved me. We fell asleep in each other's arms. Monday With the weekend over the girls started to circle me like hungry sharks. Over the years I have heard women say things like that, but it had never happened to me. To be perfectly honest I liked the attention as much as it left me feeling like a piece of meat in a butcher shop. I have more respect for those women now, but I could understand the mixed emotions that they have about it. The fact that these girls were girls that I loved seemed the make it OK somehow. I knew that today would be a test for me, to determine if I could live up to my words. I was a little bit afraid that I would let the girls down. I think that Jenny knew that too, and did take mercy on me, at least as much as she could. Jenny and I decided that it would be better if I worked out of the house this week, that would give her plenty of time to get my new office set up in Jenny's house. She said that she wanted to fix up one of the rooms so that I would be very comfortable there. The girls got their things together, and Jenny took them to school. She would be going to the rental office from there. So I was alone in the house to get some work done. I was startled when Sandy came in and asked what I wanted for breakfast. She could tell from the look on my face that I had not yet managed to understand everything. She smiled as she walked over, and sat on my lap and kissed me. This was not the kiss of a little girl, but a woman that had only one thing on her mind. I could tell that I was getting lost in the emotions that were running through me. I was a little scared as well. I had been in situations where a woman had started things, then changed her mind, and with the problems that Sandy had in the past I didn't want to scare her. Hell, I was almost too scared myself. She asked again what I wanted for breakfast. As this started to register she said, "Mom decided that I should stay home from school today and take care of you, and I am going to start with breakfast. What do you want, daddy?" I could not have expected the emotions that ran through me when she called me daddy. I was very proud and happy and I think that my pleasure centers went into overload. I held her tight and gave her a big kiss, which she turned into a deep passionate kiss that touched every part of my soul. As she got off my lap she was smiling a happy smile, and said that she would surprise me. There was bacon and eggs, coffee and toast. She did a very good job, and I was very impressed. I knew that I wouldn't really get much work done today, as I saw what Jenny had in mind. This would give all the girls a chance to have me to themselves. I knew that she had picked Sandy first because she was the oldest, and it helped me to accept things a little easier. All of these things made me love her even more, but I still had to deal with Sandy. I had to find a way to make everything special today. I wanted this to help erase everything bad that had ever happened to her. If this was what she wanted, then I would find a way to give her everything that I had. As Sandy cleaned up the kitchen I ran to the Master bedroom, and headed for the showers. After I was scrubbed squeaky clean I had a quick shave, as I didn't want to scratch her. Then the old toothbrush, and some after-shave. Then I dressed in some casual clothes. I was determined that this was going to be something done slow, and I wanted her to know that she was important to me. Sandy looked a little disappointed that I had gotten dressed. I smiled and told her that she should get dressed so that we could take a walk. I think that she misunderstood my intentions, but she bucked up, and stuck it out. Off she went to get dressed. I had a soft plan in mind now. I could adapt it as the situation changed, so I pretty much thought that I was ready. As Sandy was dressing, I looked in the refrigerator to get some idea what we would have for lunch. I could see that Jenny had been there ahead of me, and that lunch was waiting whenever we wanted to eat. Once again I smiled just thinking about my beautiful wife. Sandy and I were walking hand in hand as we walked through the woods. We walked to where we could see the rental office, and Jenny's van out front of it. We looked at each other, and I could tell that Sandy was just as glad as I was that we had walked down to check on her mom. After we were sure that everything was okay we started back to the house. This time I had my arm around Sandy and she was holding on to me tightly. We talked as we walked and we felt comfortable holding each other, we laughed and joked and soon we were back at the house. We were just getting into the living room when the phone rang, Sandy rushed to answer it. There were a few quietly whispered sentences and then she was back, with a big smile on the face. She said that her mom was calling to check on us, just to make sure that we were okay. We both started laughing. I was laughing so hard I couldn't stand any more and sat on the couch, with Sandy beside me. Soon our laughter died out, and as we looked at each other I took Sandy in my arms. I took our first kiss slowly, but soon they were filled with passion. As we kissed I unbuttoned her shirt, and pitched it aside. Her little bra was holding a perfect set of small tits, they were small mounds topped with little pebble sized nipples. They were shaped exactly like Jenny's, only a bit smaller, but they turned out to be just as sensitive. They were firm, yet supple as I rubbed them and softly pinched her nipples. Sandy was moaning with pleasure kissing me more firmly, she wanted more action, but was unsure what she was supposed to do. I placed her hand on my semi-hard cock, as I reached around her and unhooked the bra. Her breast didn't even move as her bra came away from them. She did understand what she needed to do with my cock. Her small hand grasped it through my pants, and soon she was holding a hard cock, as she tried to stroke it up and down. I leaned down and took one of her hard little nipples into my mouth and started to suck and nibble on her tits, as I reached down and started to rub her hot pussy through her jeans. Her jeans were damp as her juices were flowing freely. I reached around and unbuttoned her jeans, and she leaned back and helped me to slide them to her ankles, and off of her feet. Now with just her lacy panties on, the smell of overheated pussy was in the air, and starting to make my blood boil. She leaned back over and started to kiss me again, as I slipped her panties down until she kicked them off. As I leaned down and nibbled her neck I said, "If you want this to go any further, you will have to undress me yourself. I won't help you. You have to show me that you want this yourself." Then I leaned down, and started to lick and suck her hard little clit. It was about the size of a small pea, but it was as hard as a rock, and standing with the hood rolled back. I sucked it into my mouth. I started to suck it, and then I grazed my teeth against it. Sandy went rigid and a low moan started in her throat and kept growing until there was a low scream coming from her as she had her first orgasm, at least the first one from a man that wasn't trying to rape her. I kept licking her clit as she came down from her orgasm, until she gently moved my head away from her tender pussy. She was now so wet that both of her legs and her ass was covered with orgasmic fluids, and I was doing all that I could to help her get cleaned up. My tongue was getting everything that it could find. She reached down and grabbed my head, and pulled me up to give me a kiss. She didn't seem to care that I was covered in her pussy juice. She kissed me with a tenderness that expressed the love that she felt, then she started to lick the juices from my face, and I suspected that this was not the first time that she had licked pussy from someone's face. I decided to make a note and ask her about it later. She then stood me up and started on my buttons. My shirt didn't last long, and then she was working on my pants. She had a little trouble with the belt, but she managed it. I stood as still as I could manage, shaking with my erection throbbing in my pants. As she lowered my pants, she could see my hard cock in my briefs. She only hesitated for a second, then she jerked my briefs to my feet, and I kicked them off to follow my pants. I was now as naked as she was, but she didn't seem to notice, as her attention was riveted on my hard cock. I sat back down and took her in my arms and kissed her deeply. We both began to fondle each other as we kissed. She was fascinated with my hard cock, she moved down to get a better look, as she played with it. She squeezed it and stroked it and watched all of the veins throb and swell. She was moving her hand up and down stroking my cock with a rhythm that had my eyes closing, and suddenly there was a hot, wet sensation as she put it in her mouth. She sucked it and tried to slide it down her throat, but she gagged. I ran my fingers through her hair, and whispered, "It's okay baby, only do what you want to do. Everything will be fine, I promise." I could sense her relax as she sucked just the head and resumed with that heavenly rhythm again. It didn't take long before I was feeling the cum boiling in my balls, and I knew that if I didn't stop her, I would be letting go in her hot little mouth. I guess that she sensed that I was getting close, because she stopped and I groaned, but she was trying to roll over and pull me on top of her. I took her and pulled her back over so that she was on top. This confused her, but I gently told her, "Just spread your legs, and slip it in slowly. Take as much as you want. You can quit any time that you like. You don't have to do anything that you don't want to do." She smiled at me, as I held it still and straight at the entrance of her tight little pussy. Sandy let out a low groan as she slowly lowered herself onto my hard cock. When it started to get too tight I would tell her to stop and rest, and then slide it back until just the tip was in, then try again. She soon got the idea, as she was slipping it back and forth; spreading her pussy juices over my hard cock. It didn't take but a few good strokes, and she was slipping it to the base of my cock. When she felt our pubic bones touch, she stopped and took a deep breath. I could tell that she had been holding her breath, probably waiting for it to hurt. That was probably the only sensation that she had ever felt associated with intercourse. As she looked down at me a big smile came across her face. She then slowly raised up a little and dropped back down. Her smile was replaced with a look of wonder. The expression of joy on her face at that moment was etched permanently in my mind. Sandy was soon riding my cock to orgasm after orgasm, it didn't take long before they began to merge together and she was bouncing into oblivion. I was having a hard time holding out myself, as her convulsing pussy was rippling sensations up and down my prick. More than once I thought that she was trying to squeeze the life out of me through my cock, but I was determined that if I had to die, that was the only way to go. I knew that I couldn't take any more. My prick got even harder than it was; it felt like a steel bar. I strained to thrust even deeper into her, as I shot the biggest load of my life as deeply into her as I could get. Her eyes began to gloss over and she sat very still, then with a soft scream she collapsed onto my chest. When I woke up a little while later, my soft cock was still inside Sandy's hot pussy. It was only the head, but her pussy was softly squeezing and relaxing and keeping me just hard enough not to slip out. Our combined juices were all over us, but I really didn't care. Her little pussy was tightly stretched over the head of my cock, and that was the best feeling in the world. As I thought about it I began to get hard again. As my prick quickly sprung up to a full erection, it went deep into Sandy. She slowly looked up at me, and began to smile, as she started to thrust her hips up and down again. I was in heaven again, as she began to speed up the pace. It was about five thirty when Jenny pulled in with the girls. Sandy and I had a nice dinner prepared when they arrived. There were a lot of questions, but all of them were silent. The girls were looking at Sandy, and familiar experience told them most of what they wanted to know. The look on Jenny's face was not lost on me. I knew what she wanted to know, and I did my best to hide all emotion from my face, as I suggested that we start dinner. The conversation was light, but the real questions that were on everybody's mind would have to wait until there was a better environment. After dinner the girls volunteered to clean up, as Jenny and I went into the living room. She quickly asked me how things went, and I had to tell her the truth that I might not be able to walk for a week after just one day with Sandy. We were both startled to hear a loud exclamation from the kitchen, followed by a lot more quiet whispers. We both smiled to each other, as we sat down to cuddle together and enjoy the evening together. I was startled out of a sound sleep by the high pitched scream that pierced the night. My soft cock slipped wetly from Jenny's well used pussy as I leapt from the bed. As I looked around trying to find out what was going on, Jenny's voice came to me with the answer. "That's Abby!" I was off down the hall at a dead run, slipping on a robe as I went. As I ran into the room, I could see Abby sitting up in bed clutching her covers to her chin, screaming. Jenny was right behind me, followed by the rest of the girls. As I entered the room, I realized that my presence might be a mistake in her condition. As she looked at me, her mouth froze, and she thrust her arms at me. I quickly moved to hold her. As I held her tight, her screams were gone, but her sobs wracked her body. Jenny got the other girls back out, and off to bed. It had been a while since Abby had a bad dream, and the girls were all concerned. Jenny told them that we would handle things, and that it was time to go back to bed. Once I got Abby calmed down, Jenny asked her if she had the bad dream again. She shook her head that she had and went on to sob out the story, "Mommy, the bad men came again, and they took daddy away from us." As I looked at Jenny I knew then that no matter what happened from this moment on, Abby would always be close to my heart. Of all the things that she could get scared about, and all the things that had happened to her in her short life, she was scared that I was going to leave her. I cried as I held her, and told her that I would never let anybody take me away from her. That night Abby slept between Jenny and me, clutching my arm in her sleep. Tuesday Strange dreams effected me. I was floating in a warm void with the most delicious sensations coming from my prick. It was hot and wet, but there was no tongue. Yet, the sucking sensations were driving me crazy. As I slowly came awake, the sensations did not stop. I looked down expecting to see Jenny's smile, but what I saw shocked me to the core of my being. I had forgotten about Abby asleep with us, but she was not asleep now. Now she was very busy slipping my hard cock into her tight, little, extremely wet pussy. My shock softened my prick a little bit, and suddenly I was deeply seated in Abby's hot little hole. The sudden sensations made my cock stiffly erect once more, and I was bumping against her cervix. Abby's eyes were closed, as she took a deep breath, and slammed herself down hard. The ring of muscles guarding her womb tightly squeezed the head of my cock. Now they were holding me in as deeply as I could possibly get. I had never felt anything like this before in my life. I am not considered "hung" by any standards, I am average. Nothing special to speak of, even though I don't have any problems satisfying women. The thought that at any time in my life I would have my cock so deeply embedded in a hot pussy that I was actually in the womb itself, was such a turn on that I think that my cock actually got even harder and longer. I looked over to Jenny, to see her looking back at me in the early morning light. I knew what she had said, but still I looked for any sign of anger about me being with Abby. She only smiled as she looked at the happy expression on Abby's face, and leaned over and kissed me. Then she was off to the bathroom. I heard her start the shower, and knew that she was unconcerned about Abby's safety. I looked down to see Abby look back at me and smile. I knew that she was doing this to show how much that she loved me. I felt bad that I had a hard cock, for the wrong reason. As these thoughts ran through my mind, my cock began to shrink. Abby felt it immediately, and the look of hurt on her face made my cock go soft even faster. There were tears in her eyes and I knew that she would soon start crying. I open my arms for her and she laid forward with her head on my chest. I quietly stroked her hair, as I told her how much that I loved her. I could tell that she was not convinced. She believed that sexual happiness was the same thing as love. At least I thought that she did, and I could tell that she was having a hard time understanding that I loved her, but my cock was soft. I could see that I would have to deal with this before it got any more difficult. As Jenny came from the bathroom, I could see the questioning look on her face, but I waved her on, safe in the knowledge that I could handle this. I could not see that it was possible to love someone as much as I loved Abby, and not be able to convince her of it. It was going to be a long day. The girls came in to see Abby this morning. To make sure that she was all right. They came and talked quietly to her, and stroked her arm. I could see the looks that they gave me as Abby lay on my chest with tears on her face. Jenny ushered them out and down for breakfast. I held Abby until she had stopped crying, and still stroked her soft hair. Sometime during the process I heard Jenny's van start and knew that today was Abby's day, regardless of whatever schedule might have been invented. I turned to my side, and rolled Abby softly onto the bed beside me. Now I would start trying to explain the difference of love, and sex. I had to remember that even though she acted like a woman most of the time, she was still only six. Well, six and a half, she would never forgive me if I didn't say that. So I began at the beginning. I explained the difference between love and sex, and I used the assault on her to show that those men didn't love her, that they just wanted to use her for sex. She was a quick girl, and showed a true understanding of the difference, but she was not going to relax her hold on her beliefs as easily as I had hoped. "Mommy said that when a man and a woman really love each other, that they have sex to show each other how much that they love each other," she stated defiantly. Now that she was using her mind, she had stopped crying and was starting to get into the conversation. I knew that Jenny was right, and that I would have a tough time getting around this one, but I also knew that if I handled it right, she would see the truth herself. "Honey when you really, really love someone, what do you want to do for them — more than anything in the whole wide world?" "Well, is it a boy or a girl?" she asked, and I could see where she was going to go, and I decided to make it harder on her, just to make sure that she understood. With this in mind, I answered her, "Honey it doesn't matter if it is a boy or a girl, what would like to do for them?" She looked at me like she was trying to figure out a complex problem, and I could tell that her limited experience was trying to apply specific details, to make sure that she answered right. I didn't want her to be too specific, and then have to try to tell her that wasn't what I had in mind. So I decided that she needed a little help here, "Honey, if you really loved someone, wouldn't you like to make sure that they were happy, and that there was joy in their life?" Abby brightened as she heard this, and there was a big smile on her face as she nodded her head. I was glad that she got this part, it was very important that she understand the concept, before moving on. "So you see honey, when a man and a woman love each other, they want to make each other happy, and they know that sex feels good and since they want to make each other happy, they have sex. So you see, your mommy was telling you the truth, but you didn't understand it the way that she meant. They don't have sex because they love each other. They love each other, and have sex to give pleasure to the other person to show them how much that they love them. Because sex with someone that you love is the greatest feeling in the whole world." Abby was listening and concentrating very hard on this. I was afraid that she didn't get the point, when she started to smile, and a look of happiness came over her. I think that she did get it. Then a troubled cloud crossed her face, "Then why didn't you want to have sex with me, don't you love me?" She was starting to get back into that loop again, and I didn't want her to start crying again. I knew that she understood the basics now, and that the truth would be easier to understand, "Honey, it isn't that I didn't, or don't want to have sex with you. It was just that you were doing it to show me that you loved me. You were not enjoying it, and that caused me pain, and when a guy is in pain he won't stay hard." She looked at me a long time. I wasn't sure if she were trying to tell if I was lying, or just trying to understand everything that I said. After a time it appeared that she had made up her mind about whatever it was that she was thinking, and she asked if I loved her. I said, "Yes honey, I love you very much, and I always will." She moved over and gave me a deep kiss. I was not sure who was teaching these girls to kiss, but I could tell that they had been getting some practice somewhere. As she broke our kiss, she looked up at me and asked if I would make love to her. This was a request that I knew that I would have to honor with all of the love in my heart. I thought about every time that Abby had sex with a man, including me, it had always turned out badly. I was determined that this time she would have a pleasant experience, and with that end in mind, I kissed my way down to her wet little pussy and started to suck her clit in my mouth. I was amazed that Abby had the largest clit I have ever seen on any woman. Once it was standing up with its' hood back it must have been close to three quarters of an inch long, and she was just a girl. I could imagine how big she was would be when she got older. The thought made my cock rock hard, as I slipped it into my mouth, and Abby started to moan. I licked and sucked her clit until she was squirming all over the bed. I could tell that she would soon have a major orgasm, as her breathing was coming in short gasps, and her body was getting rigid. I slipped my mouth down and slipped my tongue as far into her hot little pussy as it would go. Abby screamed and arched her back off the bed, and the orgasmic juices in her hot pussy came out in squirts, filling my mouth. I kept licking her pussy and lightly sucking on her clit as she calmed down from her orgasm. As she recovered she looked me in the eye, and there was something there that I hadn't seen before. I was not sure what it was, but I did like the look of it. She stood up on the bed and walked down to straddle my hips. I knew what would come next, and remained still, as she lowered herself down on my hard prick. The trouble that she had earlier this morning, getting it into her pussy was nonexistent. It slipped right to the entrance to her womb. I was about to tell her that it was far enough, and that she didn't have to put it any farther in, when she gave a small grunt, and slipped it past the hard muscle guarding her womb. With her hot little pussy squeezing my cock, and the hard ring of muscle gripping me just below the head, I was almost cumming before I knew what was happening. I gripped her hips to stop her from moving, and waited for the initial sensations to ease before I let her go. It was still a tough battle as her pussy was rippling up and down my cock, and the muscles gripping the head were rhythmically squeezing. As I looked into her eyes and this time there was no look of pain, or determination, just pure lust as she started to raise and lower her little pussy on my prick. I was feeling the most intense sensations of my life. I was barely holding back, and I was doing pretty good, until Abby started to cum. The sensations that her convulsing little pussy caused, bumped me over the line, and the cum was racing through the tubes and firing itself right in little Abby's hot convulsing pussy. As my cum blasted into her womb, Abby suddenly started another round of orgasms, and the convulsing started all over again, and it kept me cumming, until my balls ached and I was ejaculating nothing. I thought that maybe I was going to die, and that this was heaven. At least until the pain in my balls made me reconsider. Just goes to show you, too much of even a very good thing isn't good for you. As Abby slipped forward into my arms, I cuddled her to me, and we rested. It was about an hour later and I woke up to find Abby still asleep and my cock still firmly planted in her smooth, hairless little pussy. As I lay there thinking about my life, I wasn't sure if I was doing the right thing, or just trying to justify it to myself. I know that people can convince themselves of just about anything, if they really want to. I hoped that I had thought it out and that it wasn't the case. I really loved Jenny and the girls, and I didn't want to be the kind of guy that the girls would hate later in their lives. Well, I guess that it was a little late to worry about it now, as I had already started traveling this road, and it didn't appear that there was a turn around point available. At least not one that wouldn't hurt a lot of people and that included myself. When Abby woke a little later, she wanted to see my work. I told her that it probably wouldn't be very exciting. It wasn't like a game or anything, just a bunch of words on the computer screen. She seemed a little let down, that I didn't want to show her. I was happy that she was interested, so after a quick shower together, we slipped on some clothes. I know that a robe for me and a big T-shirt for her is not exactly what most people would have picked, but we were comfortable as we made our way to my little office in the back. I showed her my latest saga of "Chet and the Asteriod Princess", or whatever I decided to name it later. She had a hard time with the words, but she did learn fast. So I found myself reading aloud as she sat on my lap while I typed. It was a while before she started to wiggle on my lap. I was not really prepared for the reaction that I felt. My cock sprang to immediate attention. Abby was very happy that she could make me hard so fast, and before I really understood what was happening, she had it stuffed into her hot little pussy again. As it slipped into her womb, I knew that I was not going to last any longer this time than the last time. Not with her tight little pussy squeezing and milking the cum from my balls. Abby surprised me by asking me to continue the story. At first I couldn't concentrate on what I was doing, and things didn't make sense. I had to go back and delete the gibberish that I was typing. Abby laughed a little at that, but once I started to concentrate on the story again, it made the sensations in my cock easier to bare. Abby's little pussy was constantly squeezing and milking my cock, but we both talked and focused on the story until I couldn't take it any more. I reached down and started to stroke Abby's clit and she fired off almost immediately, which set me off. Abby was moaning and I was gritting my teeth as we came together in a blissful orgasm. After we calmed down a little I left my cock buried in her tight pussy, and resumed with the story, just like nothing had happened. When it was lunchtime, we had to disengage ourselves, and head for the kitchen. As I was preparing lunch, I noticed that Abby was having a special lunch, as she kept scooping my cum from her hot pussy and sucking it off of her fingers. I didn't think that I was going to be able to get hard again, but that sure set me off, and I was ready to hold my little darling again. I did manage to restrain myself, but I am still not sure how that I managed it. It was the most erotic sight that I had ever witnessed. After lunch, and the clean up of the kitchen, I asked her what she wanted to do now. This was her day, and I wanted her to have some fun. She looked at me, and said in the most serious tone that I have ever heard her use, that she wanted to go back and read some more of the story. I was sure that she wanted more of my cock, rather then the story, but this was her day. If she wanted to spend it with my cock in her hot, little, hairless pussy why should I complain? I was enjoying it probably as much as she was. The afternoon passed quickly with my semi-hard cock resting in her pussy, as we moved Chet into position to save the asteroid mining field from space pirates. Actually Abby had some very good ideas, and it made the story better. She was disappointed when I told her that it was time to start dinner, as Jenny and the girls would be home soon. She refused to let me take a quick shower, as she dropped to the floor and licked and sucked me clean. I almost lost it when she did that. I was amazed that Abby was doing more things with me than any of the others. Even Jenny had never cleaned me up after sex, and it was a real turn on. Once again I was wondering how she knew so much. The girls concern for Abby vanished as soon as they saw her face, when they arrived that evening. Jenny told me later that evening as we lay cuddling in bed, with my softening prick lodged from behind her, soaking in her velvety squeezing pussy that Abby had upset the girls that evening when she refused to tell them anything that happened that day. She was as tight-lipped as a Russian spy in Washington. I couldn't be as secretive as Abby when Jenny asked what had happened, and how I handled it, I told her all about our day, and the things that we said and did. I was a little afraid that she might have been mad, but she turned to me with tears in her eyes and kissed me deeply, and we fell asleep in each other's arms. Wednesday The next morning Geri was still in her sleep shirt. She said that she wasn't feeling well, and decided to stay home. I knew what was coming, but I decided to wait and see what ploy she would use on me. I was pleasantly surprised that she used the direct approach. Once the others had gone, she climbed up in my lap, and told me quite distinctly that she wanted to play some games with me, but that she wasn't ready for anything serious yet. I couldn't help laughing a little bit, as I reached up and tweaked her nose, and told her, "Honey, we can do what ever that you want to do, and you don't have to do anything that you don't want. If you don't feel ready, then we won't do it, and if YOU decide that I am not the person that you want to do things with, that is okay, too. You never have to do anything sexual with anybody that you don't want to, and yes that means me too." She watched me as I told her how I felt and she smiled and kissed me. Not a deep passionate kiss, but a soft little kiss on the lips. Then she told me that she wanted to watch a movie today. Well, today was her day, so off we went to the living room. She went over to the movies and picked out a mushy romantic one. I could see that this was going to be a long day, but I was determined to make the best of it. I don't watch movies too often, and romance movies are just not high on my list, but for Geri I was determined that if she wanted to see it, I would stick it out. Geri cuddled up in my lap as the movie started. It took a while to get into the plot, and we suffered through it. When things started to get really boring, I found myself nodding off, and decided that coffee was in order, and called an intermission. We paused the movie, and headed to the kitchen. I started a fresh pot of coffee, and Geri got herself a Coke. As I was getting things together Geri disappeared for a while. Just being polite, I thought it best to pretend that I hadn't noticed. We got settled on the couch again, with Geri in my lap as we started the movie. Things weren't any better, but at least I could keep my eyes open. As the movie entered a semi-erotic moment, Geri reached over and placed my hand on her pussy. Jenny had told me that the girls had all been aware of my activities with Abby on that first night, so I pretty much figured that Geri wanted a first hand experience. As I lightly stroked her little pussy through her nightshirt, she seemed to totally relax, and burrow deeper down into my arms. We continued to watch the movie with my hand lightly stroking her pussy, until it was over. It sure made the movie move a lot faster, at least for me anyway. She asked if we could watch another one. I figured out that she probably wasn't very interested in the movies, but wanted the contact, and the special attention. If this was how she wanted to spend the day I have had worse, and it was her day. So movies it would be. The next was a mild scary movie. I had seen it before and I knew that it wasn't too bad, so I decided to let her watch it. She climbed back into my lap, and placed my hand back on her pussy, but I was a little surprised that this time she raised her nightshirt, and put my hand directly on her wet little pussy. She had obviously used her absence earlier to remove her panties. She was thinking ahead, and preparing well. As the movie started out with a nice sunny day, I was slipping my fingers up and down through her oily pussy lips, as they were full and slightly parted in her excitement. It wasn't long before she was moving and thrusting in my lap. She was quickly approaching an orgasm, so I decided to slow things down a little. Her body was not happy when I moved my hand up to rub her tummy for a while. She moaned in frustration, but she didn't say a word, she just kept watching the movie. I wanted to see how long I could keep her on the edge of orgasm. I wanted to see if she would ask me. As the movie neared the end, she still hadn't achieved orgasm. She hadn't asked, and I was still keeping her on the edge. She was starting to show signs that it was taking its toll on her. She had begun to sweat, her nightshirt was soaked below her ass and every touch was making her moan. I wasn't sure that I could even touch her face without setting her off, but she held out like a real trooper. As the movie ended I suggested that we make some lunch, she looked at me with glassy eyes, but went to stop the movie. I could tell that lunch was an ordeal for her, and she couldn't sit still, and I could imagine how it felt to sit on the wet nightshirt. When I asked her if she wanted me to take care of things for her, so that she was more comfortable, she looked surprised that I would even suggest something like that. I wasn't sure if I wasn't supposed to mention it "out loud", or that she just enjoyed the sensations that she was having. I know that my hard prick was sure taking a toll on me, and I didn't see any relief in sight, at least before tonight. I really didn't mind, but still it was a distraction, and was constantly being fueled by Geri and her hot, little wet pussy. Even if I didn't have my hands in it, the smell was terribly arousing. The after Lunch activities were similar to the morning. I am not sure if either of us actually saw or heard anything on the TV, but it was the pretense that we had set up. Another movie later and Geri's legs were wet half way to her knees, her nightshirt was soaked most of the way down in the back, and my fingers were wrinkled for being wet for so long and I loved every minute of it. It was during the last movie that I simply had to take my tortured prick out of my pants. I figured that at least I would be able to stroke it a little. As I positioned Geri so that I could get to my zipper, she watched intently, but never said a word. My prick felt like an iron post, and my balls were almost as heavy. I knew that if I didn't take it out of my pants I would soon be shooting a load of hot cum down the pants leg. As my cock came into view, Geri was fascinated. She timidly reached for it. I told her it was okay if she wanted to play with it. It took a little while, but she soon got the motions right. She was holding it like the hand of an old friend, before long. When she stroked it, it was heaven. Soon her motions were stroking me faster, and my fingers followed her example. I wasn't concerned when she came anymore. I was just following her lead. It was a short time later and I could feel my cum starting to boil in my balls, and I knew that it wouldn't be long now. I stepped up the pace on her sensitive clit, and she was getting close now. There would be no stopping this time, and she speeded up the pace again. Her hand on my cock was beginning to shift into overdrive, as her little hand looked like a blur. I reached around her with my other hand and pinched her clit as I kept stroking, and she was over the top and cumming. "OH MY G... , " was all that I heard as her body bucked and jerked, straining against my hands before she arched her back with her head on my shoulder. Her grip on my cock felt like it was going to squeeze it off, but it still couldn't stop the cum from bursting from my balls and shooting high into the air. It was some time before our panting and heavy breathing was even close to normal, during which I was gently stroking her exhausted pussy, as she gently stroked my now deflating prick. She noticed that some of my cum had oozed onto her hand, and she looked closely at it. I offered her a Kleenex from the end table, but she just looked at her hand, and then quickly licked it up. I was a little surprised, but I shouldn't have been. After all these girls weren't just girls, they were women. I told her that we had to get things cleaned up, as it was almost time to start dinner for Jenny and the girls. There was a sad look as she snuggled a little deeper in my arms, then reached up and pulled me down for a very soft and tender kiss. There were many things said in that kiss, but what I understood most was love. Thursday I knew before I ever went down stairs that today would be Susan's day. I wasn't sure what she would want, but I knew that it would be interesting, as Susan was a pure bundle of energy. I was surprised to find that she wasn't having breakfast with the other girls. Jenny looked at me, and understood my look but just shrugged. This was obviously something different, and Jenny wasn't in on it. She looked at me and I knew what she wanted to say and just nodded my head. I would take care of everything. I could tell that she wasn't used to being left out of anything that the girls did, but she had to accept that they could make up their own mind, and carry it out without her. She didn't like it, but she knew that she had to accept it. I sympathized with her, but I silently assured her that everything would be all right, and that no harm would come to Susan. She smiled as she started to bustle the girls out the door, and the line formed for our morning goodbye kiss. After I got the kitchen cleaned up, I called up to Susan to come down. There was no answer. I decided to see what was going on. It was out of character for her. As I climbed the stairs I could hear a stereo. There are strict rules about loud stereos. As I got closer to Susan's room the volume of the stereo increased, I do believe that I had found the source of the problem. I went into her room, to the stereo, and turned it off. As I turned to face her, I was shocked to the core. There stood Susan, but the clothes she was wearing was the closest thing to a "fuck me" outfit that I have ever seen on any girl, woman or even the streetwalkers that I had seen. Her hair was in a "dog-eared" fashion, and her top was so tight that I could see every breath that she took. It only came down to just below her small budding breast, which were pressed almost flat, with just her hard nipples sticking out, and they were a sight. Her skirt was just as short, barely covering her pussy in the front, but not covering her entire ass in the back, and every time that she would bend over you could see that cute little pussy of hers. Her shoes and ankle socks completed the outfit. I have to admit that just looking at her made my cock hard. As she looked at me she appeared to be mad that I had turned off the stereo, and in a loud voice made it very clear that she didn't like it. As I looked around her room it was a mess, clothes were all over the room, and her bed was not made. Susan was the most fastidious one of the group, and I could not imagine what was getting into her. I decided to handle this quietly, and told her to leave the stereo off and get her room cleaned. I told her I would like to speak with her downstairs when she was finished. This last part was said as I moved toward the door. Her next words stopped me in my tracks. "I am not, and there is nothing that you can do to make me." My first reaction was to turn around and grab her around the throat, but as I suppressed this reaction, I thought about what was happening, and why she would be acting this way. I turned slowly, and as I did I took a closer look at her room. It was really not dirty, the clothes that were all over the room were actually arranged where they could be picked up in a matter of moments. Her bed was made except for the comforter, and on the bed were her dirty clothes, this I figured out from the empty hamper laying in the floor. All in all it was a very impressive arrangement. I now understood the reason for her actions, and understood exactly what needed to be done. As I looked at her, there was a defiant look on her face, but not in her eyes. I walked calmly to her and my hand shot out grabbing her by the arm. I then dragged her over to the chair. As I sat down I pulled her across my left leg, and used my right leg to trap both of hers. I placed my left hand in the middle of her back, and held her firmly. My next action was for myself, I guess that I can admit that now. I raised her cute little skirt out of the way, not like it was really covering anything in her present position anyway, but I wanted her whole ass exposed. It was one of the most beautiful, tightest little asses on Earth. I was enjoying myself looking at her ass. As a matter of fact I even enjoyed looking at it while I was giving it a vigorous spanking. I was bringing my hand down nice and firm, and every stroke produced a squeal from Susan. Her ass had a nice pink shade after about 10 good strokes and after 15 she couldn't keep herself still. After 20 she was a sobbing, rigid mess. I then stopped and started to rub her fire engine red ass and thighs, and that was when I noticed that I was smearing her pussy oils all over her ass. As I looked down I saw that both thighs were wet, and I knew that I had correctly read the situation. I breathed a sigh of relief. I decided that a little more was in order, so I told her to get up and leave her ass alone. I then put her facing a corner, about 2 feet from it. I had her put her hands behind her back and lean over until she was waist high, and told her to look at the wall in front of her. I told her to stay that way, until I told her that she could move. I walked to the door, and waited. It only took a few minutes before her head dropped, that was when I said in a loud voice, "get your head up, and keep your hands off of your ass." It shot up in a second, and I watched until I was ready to have her move. In total it was about 10 minutes, but during that time I saw her knees start to shake, and I could see some sweat starting to form. I quietly moved back down stairs, and called up to her that I wanted her downstairs now. I waited for her in the living room. She was moving as fast as she could, under the circumstances. As she came over to me, I had her stand in front of me. Now was the time to clear up all pretences. I told her that I knew what she had done, and why she did it. I asked her if she was happy with her spanking. She looked a little like a poor baby rabbit caught in a trap. I could tell that she really didn't want to admit what she wanted, she probably didn't even know why she wanted it. I could tell that she was embarrassed. I couldn't very well have something like that, so I decided to clear the air. "Susan honey, there isn't anything wrong with a spanking, or even other things, but you have to understand that I am walking a very fine line here. I know that you want some special treatment, and I understand that, but you have to understand that I can't control a situation and give you what you want, if I don't know what you want. You have to understand that I won't force you to do anything. I don't want to be the cause of any pain and I have promised that nobody has to do anything that they don't want to do. So how can I give you what you want unless you tell me? Honey I know that it is hard, but you have to understand my position here." The look on her face told me that we definitely had a problem. She couldn't bring herself to tell me what she wanted, probably because she was so embarrassed, and I couldn't afford to find out by trial and error. She looked like she would start to cry at any moment. It was then that I got up from the chair, and told her to follow me. A solution was surfacing in my brain, if she could handle it. We went to my office, and I took a new journal down from the shelf were I keep a few of them that I use for notes while I am working. "Susan you have been a very bad girl, you know better than to dress like that. Any time that you dress like that I will turn you over my knee again." She was looking at me, and as my words took meaning, she began to smile. At least some of her trouble had been lifted. Now I would see if I could take care of the other part of it. "Honey, I am going to give you a journal, it is like a diary. You write things down in here, things like what happened to you today, and maybe even what you would like to have happen to you. But when you write things like that down you have to be sure that the things that you write, are what you want." She was starting to smile now, I could tell that she had gotten the message, and that she was capable of handling this. Now to finish things off, "And don't forget to keep your diary always put away where nobody can find it. I mean if I found it on the corner of my desk I might be very tempted to read it. I wouldn't mean to, but you know that daddy just might not be able to help himself." With Susan giving me that winning smile, I sent her off to her room to get it cleaned up, and to change clothes. I really hated to tell her to do that, but you have to keep some sort of discipline. I had some time to kill, as I figured that she would be busy for a while. So I decided to get a little work done. Susan came in to tell me that lunch was ready. As I looked at my watch, I couldn't imagine where the time had gone. It was already lunchtime. As Susan turned to leave, I noticed that she forgotten her journal on my desk. I smiled as I headed for the kitchen. Susan did a great job on lunch, it was simple but we enjoyed it. She was a perfect angel, and I have to admit that spanking her was very difficult. I knew that she would make other things difficult as well. I loved her, and I wanted to make her happy, so I would read her journal, and try to make her dreams come true. She seemed a bit fidgety as lunch began, and the longer that we ate, the more antsy she became. I could tell that waiting for things was not her strongest virtue, and I hoped that she wouldn't drive me crazy around Christmas. After lunch, I left Susan to clean the kitchen, and made my way to my office. I had a little reading to get done. I had re-read Susan's journal three times before I had started for the stairs. I had never known how difficult my life could turn out to be, or how I could be made to do things that I found basically unpleasant. I hoped that I would be able to go through with this. But before I did, I had to be sure that Susan understood what was happening. I knocked on her door, and as I entered I could see that she was very excited to see me. I knew that she would be embarrassed, but I had to make sure that everything that she had written was real. I told her that she had left her journal in my office, and that I was just returning it to her. She seemed a little disappointed that I was not following the outline that she had prepared, as she had been very detailed in her fantasy writings. I looked her in the eye and asked her if she was sure about this, and she looked a little sheepish but said that it was something that she really wanted, and that it would make her very happy. I told her if she wanted to change her mind at any time all she had to do was say the words 'Hudson River' and that everything would stop right there. She smiled, and said that she understood. I then walked out of her bedroom, and took my place in the hall outside her room. I stood in the hallway, and took a few deep breaths. I knew that she was ready for her fantasy to begin, as she had put her 'fuck me' outfit back on again, in anticipation of my arrival. I had ignored it when I went in to talk to her, but we both knew that it was important to her fantasy that she be ready. I waited until the movement in the room settled down, and firmed up my resolve. This would be a real test of my metal. I hoped that I was able to do what she wanted done. With a last deep breath, I entered her room again. This time I did not knock, and I knew exactly what to expect. She was lying on her stomach facing the wall, away from the door. Her legs were spread showing me her cute little cunt. It was red, puffy and swollen, and very wet; probably because she had her fingers stroking it and teasing her hard clit, which was standing up proudly. I knew that what she wanted would be difficult, but that scene sure helped get my cock hard. As I watched for a minute, I knew that she was giving me a special show, something above her fantasy, just for me. So I watched as she was humping her finger. I could see her thrusting it in and out of her little pussy, covered with her slippery juices. As she slowly worked another finger in to join the first one, a moan escaped her lips and the sensations caused her head to come back and her body to contract. I could tell that she was striving to capture the orgasm growing in her pussy. My words cut through the room like a knife, causing her to jerk her hand out of her pussy with a soft plop, as she spun around on the bed to face me. "What the hell are you doing? I thought that I told you to get dressed in something a decent little girl would wear, not a cheap whore!" I hated the message that it implied, but she wanted to feel as dirty as I could make her feel. Actually this was the easy part, now I had to get a firm grip on my emotions, and take the bull by the horns. Well actually I had to take the girl by her dog-ears; which was more the truth of the matter. Her face looked truly frightened, and her eyes had that scared doe quality, it was both sexy and scary to me. I grabbed her by the arm and jerked her over to the edge of the bed, and told her, "You are such a fucking slut. Laying here and finger-fucking your pussy in broad daylight, wearing such a whorish outfit, that I told you never to wear again. Well, you can damn well take care of your poor old dad, like a good little slut. Now get my cock out and suck it, you worthless little bitch." My cock was just barely hard, but I had given a reasonably believable performance. I took her dog-ears in hand and moved her head over in front of my pants and waited for her the take out my cock. Her small hands moved slowly, and they shook a little but she continued. "Come on, get on with it bitch. Are you waiting for Christmas, and for me to gift wrap it for you?" There was a tear in the corner of her eye, and I wasn't sure that I could go through with it, but until she called it off, I would force myself to suffer through it. My zipper slid down, and her small hand slipped into my pants. As she touched my cock, it started to grow. I might not be happy with the fantasy that she wanted, but she was still making me get hard. As my cock came out into the open I forced her head down on it, and thrust my hips forward. My prick slammed against the back of her mouth trying to get down her throat. She gagged, and I withdrew until she could get control of herself. Then I shoved it in again, and went for her throat again. She gagged again. As I was pulling out I whispered that she would have to relax her throat and take it slowly, or it would only get worse. She pretended that I hadn't spoken, but this time when I slipped it into her mouth, I moved it slowly back, and started a soft fucking motion in her mouth. I wanted to give her time to get accustomed to it, so that it went more slowly. She slammed her face against me, shoving the head into her throat, but managed to keep from gagging. I pulled it out again until it was resting in her mouth, and again she slammed it into her throat. This time her tightly stretched lips were resting against the base of my cock, and her nose was mashed against my pubic bone. I was starting to see stars and my cock was getting harder. "Now suck you stupid bitch, do I have to tell you everything?" My voice was too soft, but it got the point across. I was receiving the best blowjob of my life. I could feel her swallowing as I entered her throat, and sucking when it was in her mouth. The sensations were enough to make a statue cum, but I needed to hold out. I knew that I wouldn't be able to, not with the way that this was going, so I had to stop her. But I knew that no matter what happened, if there ever were another opportunity I would have her give me another blowjob, and I would be coating her throat before I pulled out. I jerked her head off of my throbbing cock, and her mouth kept sucking, as she sat there with her eyes closed. I jerked her up and spun her around. I then ripped the little slut uniform off of her body. They came away in pieces, leaving her wearing just her ankle socks and her shoes. I then shoved her across the bed so that she was laying face down. I grabbed a pillow and roughly shoved it under her stomach. Her legs were tightly closed, so I started to spank her ass, and I told her between each hard stroke, "open those legs slut." With each blow her legs opened a little more. When her legs were spread as far as they could go I moved up onto the bed and positioned myself between her widely stretched legs. She was sobbing a little, but I continued on to my target. I slowly moved down to line up my hard cock with her stretch open little pussy. Her fragrant oils were coating her pussy and legs. As I lined up for a smooth stroke, and placed my cock against the entrance of her tight, virgin hole I leaned down and whispered, "Are you sure about this baby?" A small nod was the only response, between soft sobs. "OK you stinking little whore, you asked for this." My words followed my actions as I pushed hard on my hot cock. There was a straining sensation, followed by a popping feeling, and I had entered Susan's hot little pussy. She grunted as I slipped into the slippery wet confines of her virgin pussy. I paused for a few seconds to give her time to adjust, and then slowly worked the head of my hard prick in until it butted against her maidenhead. I slipped back out until only the head was in her then slid back in again until I reached her hymen. I leaned down and whispered into her ear, "do you want me to stop baby, it's not too late?" She shook her head no, and I followed it up with a quick push and was buried deep into her pussy. She cried out in pain as it gave way, with tears rolling down her nose onto the bed. I paused again until I felt her pussy start to loosen around my prick a little, then I started to slide my hard cock in and out, giving Susan the first fuck of her young life. The tight confines of her virgin pussy following the best blowjob of my life had me on the edge. I fought to hold back a flood of hot cum, as I felt it start to boil in my balls. I tried to slow down, but my strokes were getting faster as I couldn't control it any longer. I started to shove my cock as deep as I could get it on every stroke as I felt my orgasm erupt, I found myself saying. "Take it all you filthy little whole. That's it. That's all that you're good for. Just a little fuck slut, whore..." As I filled her spasming hole with my cum. I knew that she had had an orgasm with me, even though I never heard a word from her, and tears were still falling from her face. There are times in a person's life when the most pleasurable experience on Earth can't wash away the pain in a person's soul. Unfortunately I was about to experience this pain first hand. It was at this moment that I felt a hand grab my balls and squeeze. I screamed and there were bright lights flashing behind my eyes. Thank God that I was still wearing my clothes, or I would have been totally exposed to the assault. As it was my attacker had not gotten a good grip on me, and I was able to turn and swing. Jenny was staggering back with murder in her eyes. It was about then that I began to hear that she was screaming at me. I was still not sure what was happening but I was moving quickly now, the pain pushed to the back of my mind. My soft prick was still dangling from my pants, but I wasn't overly concerned about it right now. I made a dash for our bedroom, and slammed the door and flipped the lock. I was glad that we had decided to live here, as there were locks on these doors, unlike Jenny's house. She was hot on my trail and was now pounding on the door; calling me every name in creation. It didn't take long to figure out that she had believed the act that I had put on in Susan's room, and was willing to kill me on the spot. I really had no defense and I could understand her anger. If I had walked in on the same scene and heard what she had heard, I would probably have wanted to kill me too. I was starting to think that I was insane, and that soon there would be nice men in white coats here to help me with my problems. But I knew that I wasn't that lucky. Well, for the moment I was safe, and I hoped that once she cooled off, I would be able to try and explain things. As I moved toward the bed the pain that I had forgotten about came rushing in on me, and the last thing that I remember was the soft bed coming up and slapping me in the face. It was quiet when I woke. The clock on the nightstand told me that it was almost 10 PM. I had been out for more than six hours. I knew that a good part of that time I had been asleep, but the pain was still a very real experience in my life. As I rose, my prick had stuck to the comforter from the combined fluids from Susan's hot pussy. It took a little while to get myself free without causing more pain. The shower sounded like a great idea, and I decided that when I faced the wrath of hell, at least I would be clean, and my balls would be in my pants. I wasn't excited about leaving the bedroom, but I knew that I would have to face the music sometime, but after a shower. I softly turned the latch and opened the door. As I peered into the hall I half expected to see Jenny waiting with a large knife. I had assumed that she had given up for the moment, but I knew her well enough to know that she hadn't forgotten. I move silently through the house. I felt alone in the house, and realized that it was the most horrible feeling that I could possibly imagine. Had Jenny taken the girls and left? The thought sent cold shivers along my spine, and made me feel sick. I looked into Sandy's room, and found her asleep on top of her covers, it looked like she had been crying. I knew then that I had disappointed the girls by assaulting Susan. They had trusted me to keep them safe, and I had let them down. I reached over Sandy, and pulled her covers over her. I hoped that she would be able to forgive me, once she knew the truth. I moved quietly back out of the room, and looked in Susan's room. It was empty. Everything was neatly in its place, just like I had come to expect from her, everything except Susan. I moved down and looked in on Abby. She was safely tucked into her covers, but her pillow looked like it had held her tears before she had fallen asleep. I felt a little sick. How could I ever make this up to the girls? It seemed that I had caused more problems than I had fixed since I came into their lives. I couldn't leave. It would drive me crazy to be away from them. I would have to face this and deal with the problem, it I wanted to keep them with me. As I stopped at Geri's doorway I could hear soft sobs coming from the bed. She had her head under the pillow. I couldn't think of anything to say to her, and I didn't want to frighten her so I continued on down the hall. The guestroom was empty, which left the downstairs. I moved into the living room as quietly as possible. Jenny and Susan were sitting on the couch holding each other. It looked like they had fallen asleep like that. In my mind I could see them sitting there, crying together over the pain that I had caused. I decided that it was time to end this nightmare. I quietly cleared my throat and actually hoped that Jenny wouldn't hear but it caused some movement. I cleared it a little louder. Jenny looked up, and was suddenly coming at me, at a full run. I felt like a deer caught in a pair of headlights, fear running up my spine screaming for me to run but I was too scared to move. I really wasn't sure that I wanted to run anyway. I stood still waiting for the worse. When Jenny got to me she jumped up and threw her arms around my neck, and held on to me. I was a little surprised at the action. As I stood there with Jenny dangling from my neck I could only assume that Susan had cleared everything up. It didn't make any sense that the girls would have been crying if everything had been cleared up. I knew that I was missing something. Jenny started to cry as she put her head on my chest. I put my arms around her, and held on as tightly as I dared. I didn't want to hurt her. Jenny's movement had caused Susan to wake up. As she saw me she was off the couch at a run to get to me. I held out my arm and she was holding on to me tightly. I still wasn't sure what was going on, but at least Jenny didn't still want to mount my balls on the fireplace mantle, at least not right now. Jenny dragged me to the couch, and as I sat down she buried her head into my chest with her tears making my shirt wet. Susan was on my other side doing her best to give her mother some competition. I knew that things should not be going this way, as the fault for everything was mine, and here Jenny and Susan were crying their hearts out. It was making my heart break just to listen to the trouble that I had caused. "Jenny darling, please don't cry. It was all my fault. I caused everything. I didn't handle things right, and you misunderstood. I would have done the same thing, if it were me. You didn't do anything wrong." Jenny was staring at me like I was a two-headed monster, it was then that I saw the bruise on her cheek. I realized with a shock that I had done that, and tears sprang to my eyes. I was having a hard time holding them back. "John, I knew that you would never hurt any of the girls. But when I saw you on top of Susan, with her crying and then heard the things that you said. I don't know what came over me, I wanted to kill you, and I tried to do just that." She was crying now so much that she couldn't even talk. I knew that she was telling me the truth. In the same situation I would have tried to kill me, too. As I tried to speak, she quickly reached up and placed her fingers over my mouth, and shook her head. I knew that she wasn't finished, and she deserved the right to express her feeling, and to justify her actions. Even though, I really didn't see anything that she needed feel responsible about. But I had to respect her right to speak. "When I was banging on the door Susan caught me, and forced me to listen to her. I didn't believe what she told me. I was sure that she was just making it up to protect you. When she showed me her Journal, I broke down and started to cry... I never understood that she felt the way that she did, about being responsible about what happened to Abby. I just didn't understand. She said that she needed to feel some of the pain that Abby felt. She told me everything. Things that she has felt, with no way to express them... She even told me what she made you do, and how you tried to talk her out of it, and then protected her through the whole thing... And I tried to kill you. I never understood the pain that my own daughter felt, and then I tried to kill the one person helping her..." She was quiet now, just crying. I could see that I had missed the whole point of things again. She was upset with herself, and thought that she had failed Susan. I still didn't feel that she had done anything wrong to me, I understood how she could act the way that she did, and no matter how much she tried to convince me, she never would. I reached over and pulled her to my chest, and held her close. Susan was still working on my shirt, and I felt that when she was finished I would be able to fill a bathtub with the water. I was holding them both and knew that I had to get this stopped before things started to get really out of hand. I waited until Jenny was regaining some sort of control, before I started my speech. "OK — that's enough, I have had it! Stop this shit right now!" Both of them were suddenly quiet. I guess that I had managed to stun them. Now it was my turn to put an end to this. "If Susan feels that she has penance to do, then she will find a way to work it out. Yes, I helped her, and you didn't understand. So what. She had never told you what was going on, and you can't be responsible for every feeling that your girls have. I did something that I shouldn't have done, especially without letting you know what was going on first. You reacted like any mother who loved her children. I accept that, it was my fault." Now it was my turn to put my fingers on her mouth — I deserved the same right to speak, even if I did make a fool of myself, it was my God given right to do so. Next I turned my attention to Susan. "Ok — young lady, you should have told your mother long ago how you felt. You have done nothing wrong. It doesn't matter how you might have felt that you had a part in things before it happened, you were not the person that did it. Only the animals that attacked the girls are responsible, and you could not have done anything to stop it. There is nothing for you to feel responsible for. And as far as the animals that did this, I promise you that they will be punished. I have already seen to that. So if you feel that you still need to be punished, you just make sure that your mom knows what is going on from now on. No more secrets, understand?" She was looking at me with big eyes, and I could tell that she still wasn't convinced, but I think that she was willing to at least give things a try. I smiled as I pulled her to me, but Jenny resisted. As I looked over at her, I could tell that she still had something to say, so I nodded my head signaling that she had my complete attention. "John, as much as I love you for this, I tried to kill you, and tried to rip your balls off. That is something that I can never forgive myself for, and I don't think that I will ever be able to make it up to you." I could see the tears filling her eyes again. She was not going to easily let this go, even though she just didn't understand that it was me that was responsible, and I was willing to take what came. "Jenny — Stop it! I have told you that you didn't do anything wrong. I am damn glad that I was wearing pants and that you didn't get a good hold on me, but it is past. There was no permanent damage done. I will live, and now we understand what happened. You have been protecting these girls, all by yourself for more than five years, and you reacted automatically. I don't hold anything against you. The only way that we will be able to move on from here is to let it go. You have to just forget it, and let it go." I could tell that she wasn't going to buy it either. Damn, I was sure striking out tonight. Well I couldn't think of anything else to say that would make any impression. As I looked at her I finished with the only thing that was still left unsaid. "I know that you feel that you won't be able to forgive yourself for what happened, and that every time that you look at me, you will remember. Just don't forget that every time that I look at you I will see that bruise that I put on your face. Do you think that I will ever be able to forgive myself?" As her hand went to her face, she started to speak, and then stopped. She looked into my eyes, and I could tell that she was searching for forgiveness. She found no anger or resentment. I think that she was beginning to understand the depth of my pain about the situation, and the truth that we had to let go of the moment to move on from here. She collapsed onto my chest, and we told each other how much that we loved each other. Jenny and Susan were crying again, but this time it was tears of joy, and I found myself joining them. After we managed to get some sort of control on our emotions, I suggested that we head to bed. On the way up Susan said that she would tell the other girls that everything was okay now. I suggested that Susan sleep with us and she jumped up on me and made me carry her up to bed, as Jenny and I climbed the stairs holding hands. Friday By the time that I got down stairs, all of the girls were sitting around the breakfast table still in their nightshirts. Jenny decided that a holiday was in order, as none of the other girls had slept very well. As I looked around the room I was greeted with a group of smiling faces. As I sat down I held out my arms and they were filled with a hoard of happy female flesh, all laughing, giggling and kissing. I was thoroughly happy once I had them back in their chairs, and smiled to Jenny, and she came to sit on my lap. The girls could see that there were no doubts about our love for each other. Everyone felt secure in the knowledge that our first trial had been met, and we had prevailed. Our day was spent resting and lounging, with a little bit of touching and kissing. I found time to slip away and do a little work. I found it difficult to get away from Abby whenever I was going to work, she would seem to know when I was going to my office. I wouldn't even get my computer up and running before she was there waiting to get up in my lap. I only had to look at her, and I knew that I would always let her help me work. We did manage to get my Trilogy finished, as well as Abby had a hard cock firmly lodged in her pussy most of the time. As soon as she felt the first stirrings of my cock, she had it tightly against her hot pussy. A few short strokes from her nimble hand and it was deep in her womb, I gasped and she sighed. We kept working until the tension became too great. After filling her womb with a throbbing load of cum, we finished the Trilogy with my semi-hard cock still resting in her velvety tight little pussy. Jenny came in and told us it was time for lunch, and looked amused when Abby slid down from my lap with a soft pop coming from her pussy, and our combined juices leaking down her legs as she left. Jenny told her to be sure to clean up before coming to the table. Abby gave me a quick smile of conspiracy as she left the room. Jenny gave me an inquiring look, but I just smiled and nodded my head as I closed my robe. As I started to rise she stopped me and pushed me back down into the chair, as she slipped into my lap with her arms around my neck. We kissed softly and tenderly. She put her head on my shoulder and whispered into my ear, "John darling, what did you mean when you told Susan that you had already taken care of those men? You haven't done something that could get you into trouble have you? It's over now, and I don't want any more trouble coming from this, especially not for you." I couldn't help but smile. I told her that I had done something, but it wouldn't cause any trouble for any of us. It might cause a few problems for some of the townspeople but I was sure that they could handle it. She tried to get me to tell her about it, but I refused, and told her that it was already done, and couldn't be undone, so to just forget about it. When the time came she would understand everything, but she would just have to wait. That afternoon I gave Roy a call. He had contacted the people that I had asked him about and when I told him that I had completed my Trilogy he was very happy. He would end up holding this one for almost six months before he released it, but he said that as long as it was in his hands he wasn't worried. It would give him time to review it and make any changes that were needed, without having to rush. "Besides you don't know how often that I hear that it will be finished next week, and next week never comes. It is good to get things ahead of schedule. I will be able to get better support from management on the release. It just makes all the scheduling a little easier." I smiled. I had heard it all before. Roy wanted me to hold it this time, as he had planned to come down and pick it up himself next weekend. I thought that I understood his plan, and told him that Friday evening would probably be better, just before the bank closed at six. There was less chance that any small children would be running around town then. He said that it sounded great to him, "I will be in front of the bank shortly before six next Friday, I promise that you won't be able to miss me." I smiled as I hung up the phone. Everything was going according to plan. ------- Chapter 9 It was a quarter to six when I walked up to the big black limo parked in front of the bank. Roy was right; I didn't have any trouble spotting him. Limos were not standard equipment for this little town. I did feel a little foolish in the clothes that Roy had sent earlier in the week. The old faded jeans were mine, but the rest looked like something used from an old 'Hells Angles' movie. An old T-shirt complete with holes and the writing on it was faded, but you could still read 'Pork the Pigs' in a color that had once been bright red but was now closer to a dark pink. The heavy boots were uncomfortable and the little chains jingled with every step. To finish this weird costume out was a leather vest, which used to be a jacket but the sleeves had been cut off, and on the back was a motorcycle with the words 'Death Squad' above and below. I wasn't sure that I could really fool anybody, but that wasn't needed anyway, I just hoped that someone didn't kill me for wearing their colors. Bikers are a little strange about things like that. Roy lowered the window as I walked up. He said that I looked great, and that this was going to be a show that he didn't want to miss. He said that he would have paid me just to watch. I was glad that Roy was going to get something out of it as well, because it sure was going to make me happy. I handed Roy a small package wrapped in plain brown paper, which was my manuscript on floppy disks with some packing. It wasn't very large but it did look ominous. He then handed me a briefcase. I knew exactly what was in it. My monthly royalties' money, Roy had converted the money to cash just for this exchange. I knew that every eye in the town was watching as I casually strolled into the bank. I went over to the bank president's office and told him that I wanted to make a deposit. I then took out the $40,000 in cash and put it on his desk. He might have his own opinions of where the money came from, but he sure didn't mind taking it. Usually my deposits were wire transfers directly from the publisher, but today was something special. As he was counting the stacks of hundred dollar bills, a roar could be heard from the street. It had begun. The town was alive with motorcycles of every shape and design. The people on them were just as varied in their appearance, with one exception; all of them were wearing the 'Death Squad' jackets. I acted as nothing was happening when a teller came in and whispered into Mr. Jacob's ear. She then quickly left the office; all the time watching me like I was a rattlesnake ready to strike. Mr. Jacob wasn't doing a lot better, as he apparently lost count a couple of times and had to start over. Maybe it was because his hands were shaking so much. There were screams from the street, and glass breaking. I knew that there would be a few people with black eyes tomorrow, but nothing serious. Mr. Jacobs must have decided to take my word for it on the amount, because he stamped the deposit slip without finishing his count. He just raked the money into his desk and told me that it was closing time, and thanked me for my business. I couldn't help but smile while I looked at the stark terror on his face. The security guard open the door for me when I was about two steps from it, and had it closed and locked before I could get more than a few steps away. As I entered the street the scene was one of pandemonium and chaos. There were bikes parked all over the street, and more still riding around. People were hiding in stores and shops that were still open, but the Death Squad was quickly making their presence known. Mothers with children weren't bothered but any one else was harassed and teased, and occasionally if they had a smart mouth, a tooth or two was removed from it efficiently. I walked back to Roy's limo and even though the violence was all around me it seemed to part when I came by, and filled in again as I left. Roy was also excluded from the violence. The bikers pretended that the limo didn't even exist. I don't think that they even looked at it once all the time that they were there. The obvious leader of the pack was a huge man that looked every inch the part, and sure seemed to know what he was doing. The others called him Tiny, and I don't think that there is a person alive that would call him that unless he allowed it. He was the type of person that you call 'Mr. Tiny' if he even bothered to talk to you at all. You prayed that he didn't. As I looked around I could see more than thirty bikes moving and guessed that there were probably about twenty parked with the bikers on foot. I knew that there were probably more that I didn't see, but was very impressed that Roy could find so many people so easily. I stayed and talked to Roy. It was a surreal scene, or something that looked like it came out of some third rate movie; a small town being terrorized by a biker gang. I know that no body would really believe it if they heard it, which was part of the real beauty of the plan, but mostly it was the basic fear that the very idea implied to people on a subliminal level. Things were going as I had planned. Roy and I had the best seats in the house. I decided that now would be a good time to thank Roy for everything that he had done for me. I would definitely call this 'above and beyond' the service that any one could expect. Roy just waved it off, saying that they deserved worse and he had done a little extra to make sure that they got everything that they deserved. They roared out of town a quarter past six. They were in town for only twenty minutes, but I knew that it had been the longest twenty minutes of the lives of these people. Some of them might remember this for a very long time, as there were a few guys lying on the ground. I had assurances that no body would be seriously hurt. As Tiny rolled by he gave me a devilish grin and just waved. It was clear to any body watching that I knew these people, and the outfit that I was wearing removed any doubt. My reputation had been validated today, and since they were convinced that their lies were true this fit nicely with everything that they expected of me. There wasn't anybody in this town that I cared if they lived or died. I told Roy that he might want to leave now, as the major show was over and he might not want to be here for the next part. Once again he waved me off, and told me that things were just starting to get interesting, as he lit a cigar and made himself comfortable. Fred Wilks came running up to me with fire in his eyes, a gun in his hand and the front of his pants wet. I know that I had a silly expression on my face from trying to not laugh, but Fred didn't seem the least amused, not that I cared. He started to scream about responsibilities and jail, and all of the laws that I had broken and the number of years that I would be in prison. It was now that the door on the other side of the limo opened and someone got out. I had never seen him before, but he was nicely dressed. He did not buy his suits off the rack, this was a tailor made job that you couldn't tell if the suit was part of him or just a perfect fit. Confidence dripped from him like a man in a rainstorm. His appearance drew Fred's gun and he looked at Fred like he was some idiot child left wandering around by himself. "Sheriff Wilks; I am Justin Pierce. I will be representing Mr. Baxter in this matter." He was smooth and he didn't miss a beat as he walked around the car. Fred wasn't sure how to handle this, as most people usually fell for his intimidation pretty easily. He normally did strike an imposing figure, but wasn't at his best right now and here was a smooth lawyer that didn't appear to take shit from anybody. "Sheriff Wilks, if anybody gets hurt from you waving that gun around, I will personally may sure that you stand trial for murder." Justin's delivery was cool and calm, and as you looked at him you could imagine him doing just that. He didn't seem to be afraid of anything. Fred looked around and slipped his gun into his holster, but kept his hand on the gun butt as he glared at Justin Pierce. "Acquaintances of my client obviously got a little upset that the sexual assault on my client's daughters have not been handled satisfactorily by your department. Even though my client might know these people, he is in no way responsible for their actions. He took part no part in the proceedings here today, and broke no laws in any way." Justin had confidence dripping from his brow like sweat as he smiled at Sheriff Wilks. A small smile on his lips showed that he was amused by the confusion on Fred's face. This was not something that Fred had anticipated, and he was struggling to get his feet under him. "Sheriff; on the other hand, you have violated my client's rights by assaulting him with a firearm. If you proceed with your arrest, we will file charges against you for false arrest and unlawful detention. If you attempt to proceed, against my client in this matter, we will file a civil suit for damages as well." Here Justin had a cold hard look in his eyes. It was obvious that he loved the courtroom, and thoroughly enjoyed his work. Even Fred took a step back as he looked in his eyes. It looked as though that he wasn't going to back down, as they stared at each other trying to find weaknesses. A white ford pulled up to the curb in front of the limo dissolving the issue, and giving Fred a chance to back out gracefully. He seemed happy for the interruption. Fred watch closely, with his hand on his gun, as two men got out of the ford and came up to confront him. After looking sheriff Wilks up and down, they identified themselves as representatives of the State Attorney General's Office and handed their identifications to Fred. The color started to drain from his face, as he looked the identification over. Fred recovered himself as best as he could, and handed their identification back as he asked, "Gentlemen, as you can see we have had a little trouble around here. What can I do for you?" They looked at each other, then the older man began to speak; "You seem to have more trouble than you realize here Sheriff. There has been a complaint filed in our office about a sexual assault on a minor that has not been handled. There have been allegations that your office has even attempted to cover the situation up. Where these complaints themselves are enough to launch an investigation, it is also an election year and the press is now involved." Fred looked like a man that has just slipped on the ice, and didn't even know that it had happened. He knew that things were out of his control and couldn't find a way out. There was sweat beading up on his forehead, and he was moving his jaw but there weren't any words coming out. My own mouth was hanging open as well. I didn't plan this part, and surely didn't want the press involved. I was concerned that every pervert in the state would hound the girls. I felt a little like Fred, I couldn't seem to find a way out of it either. Justin took a step forward and introduced himself. He explained my recent marriage to Jenny, and our desire to keep the press out of the picture as much as possible. The two men looked us all over very carefully, and said, "Unless we can dismiss the charges as unfounded, the investigation will have to stay open. If that happens, the press will get access to the investigation reports through the freedom of information act. We can't stop that from happening." There was genuine concern in their eyes, but you could tell that they were going to do their job regardless of the consequences to anybody else. Fred looked like a drowning man that had just gotten a lifeline. His natural confidence was starting to push through, and his voice was clear and strong, "Gentlemen it is obvious that no body wants this in the press, not with this being an election year... The easiest way to handle this is just to close this investigation as unfounded. The press will have nothing to investigate, and you fellas can head on back up state and every body wins." Fred had a big smile on his face. He knew that this was just what everybody wanted, and it handled everything quietly. The older man of the two, who was obviously in charge, looked at Fred like he had just crawled out from under a rock. As he spoke Fred's smile slipped from his face. "Sheriff; I think that it is apparent that the reports about your department are correct. The dismissal of this investigation is not an option, and in case you have forgotten, there are two girls involved in this what would not come out as winners. They deserve better treatment than that. The only way that we will return with this investigation marked as unfounded is if we see the perpetrators of this crime arrested." They looked at Fred with contempt in their eyes. Fred could see that the only way that he was going to get out of this was to make an arrest, and to make one quickly. He was sure that his earlier appraisal of the situation had hurt any chances that he might have had of handling things quietly. The only way out appeared to be to make an arrest, or to have a good reason not to. He needed to get on their side, just to make sure that he wasn't implicated in anything. "Gentleman you misunderstood. Of course you are right that we have to protect the little girls in this matter, I just was trying to resolve this quickly. We have been doing a thorough investigation, but are pretty sure that men from out of state here did it while here on vacation. So you see it isn't a matter of complacency, we just don't have any suspects." Fred was smiling again knowing that there wasn't much that could be done in a situation like this. The older man looked resigned and spoke sadly, but his tone was firm. "Well if that is the case, then we will have to make a complete report and turn it over to the FBI to handle, as it is now a federal case. I am sure that you will do everything in your power to assist them in their investigation when they arrive, Sheriff Wilks." Poor Fred, he looked like someone had just stolen his lollipop. There was true terror on his face now, and sweat was running freely. I was almost sure that he was going to faint. "WAIT. I didn't say that we were certain, there is still some investigation that needs to be done." "Sheriff it you haven't solved this case in the year that it has been open, then it isn't likely that you are ever going to solve it, and we need to get somebody in here that will. I don't see any other choice but to either appoint a special investigation team, or to call in the FBI." The older man, I never did find out his name, watched Fred closely as the meaning of his words began to take hold. His options were disappearing by the second, and he was quickly losing any chance that he might have of getting out of this without charges against himself. He saw his life crumbling before his eyes. "How long do I have to make an arrest in this case?" "You have until tomorrow morning, we will stay the night here in town and head back tomorrow. One way or the other, tomorrow morning will tell the story." Fred was resigned to his fate as he headed back toward the police station. The older man stopped before he got into the ford and called to Fred. "On last thing Sheriff, since this is a felony case it will have to be tried in the county seat. Which means that county prosecutors will be handling the case, don't forget to notify them of the arrest and the charges before an arrest is made. I would think that you would be very cautious in making the arrest, so that there weren't any violations of civil rights. Your handling of this case so far shows a total disregard for the law, and unless you want accomplice charges you had better make sure that nothing is overlooked." The older man got smoothly into the ford as it pulled away. Fred was still numbly watching as it headed west toward the only hotel in town. I was still not sure what had happened, but I knew that things were moving faster than I could ever have gotten them to. As I turned back to the limo Justin was just closing the door and I could see Roy still puffing on his cigar with a big grin on his face, as the window smoothly slid closed the limo pulled from the curb and headed out of town. I was left standing on the street alone, but happy. As I drove back home I found myself whistling a tune, and I know that I had that stupid look on my face again. I knew that Roy had taken a hand and I could tell that my plan was good, but Roy knew how to put a finishing touch on an operation. I could see that he was well qualified as a publishing editor, as he paid attention to the details. After all it isn't the big things so much, but the little things that make something come together, and today Roy proved that he knew that much better than I did. I was happy to include Roy as a friend. ------- Chapter 10 Fred decided to retire; at least that was the official word. From what I was able to find out it appeared that he had taken quite a bit of money to keep things quiet, and when he sent the deputies out to make the arrest he was busy writing a letter of resignation. Before they got back he was packed and on his way out of town. Gossip spread like wildfire. As it turned out the men involved were all sons of prominent businessmen. The women of the town might not have liked Jenny and the girls, but when the facts started to surface, they didn't like the boys either. After all, who knows if one of them just might do something like that to one of their daughters? The county prosecutors couldn't be bought, at least not with the State Attorney General watching over their shoulder. The girls didn't like the attention, or the thought of going into court but Jenny and I tried to help them through it. I told them that they would feel better once it was all over, and when they knew that the men had been punished they would be able to sleep better knowing that they weren't out there. The oldest boy was the son of the local hardware shop owner. He was in college now, but it didn't look like he would be able to stand trial with the others because he was presently in jail on date rape charges. With this in the spotlight, it made breaking down the others story a lot easier, since he was willing to plead guilty for a lesser charge. It wouldn't help his present situation, but it would probably keep him out of jail after he finished his present sentence. The case was very low key, the State Attorney General managed to keep the press out of it on a political level. The county didn't want the publicity either, so as long as the girls weren't willing to talk the press didn't have a story, except rumors and speculation. With the boy selling out the others, they wanted a deal. The prosecutors talked it over with us. They knew that they could win the rape case with the girl's testimony, but if we were willing to let them plead a lesser charge then the girls wouldn't have to testify and the case would be open and shut. I asked them how much time that they would get and when I was told that they would only get three years, I told them to stuff it. If they didn't get at least seven years without parole then I would personally call the press and tell them the whole story. Once it hit the evening news it would have to go to court, and then they would get what they deserved. The case ended quietly, with all three defendants pleading guilty to felony sexual assault charges. There were no witnesses called and no names mentioned. Each of them got seven years and a day, with no parole possible. Their friend got an additional two years added on to his present sentence. As the girls watched the sentencing there was mixed emotions. They were still afraid to be in the same room with them and they wouldn't let go of my arm the entire time. When they were taken out in handcuffs, and the girls knew that they would not see them again, they began to relax. Sandy was even smiling as we left the courtroom. Abby was a little slower to relax even though she did understand everything that Jenny and I explained to her, and what was happening. She was more afraid that something was going to happen to me, and that I was going to get into some trouble. When we left the building I heard her give a big exhale, and then I saw her smile for the first time that day. Deputy Barnes took over the job of Sheriff. He met us outside the courthouse, and expressed his heartfelt apologies about the way that things had happened. He made sure to tell us that as long as he was wearing the badge the law would be honest and not for sale to the highest bidder. We thanked him for his concern and made our way to the van. The drive home was happy and carefree. The girls were laughing and giggling the entire time. Even the people in town were polite to the girls, but they still watched me pretty closely. I smiled my best smile and thanked each and every one. It seemed that the word had gotten around fairly well that the girls were not to be touched. If any one touched the girls, then they out answer to me and the 'Death Squad'. I guess that I had accomplished everything that I had set out to do. None of the girls would ever be accosted again, and the townspeople feared that I would handle any one that didn't follow that one simple rule. On the way home we stopped and got ice cream for every one. I made it Abby's job to keep them from dripping until we got there. She had a big smile on the face the whole time. Once we arrived and the news was dispensed it was a time for rejoicing, and the celebration was on. The girls said that they felt safe again for the first time in a long time. Even Jenny admitted that she hadn't felt very safe either, but that she now felt safe and secure. Once the good mood had started to fade and every one was branching off to do their own things, Jenny dragged me off into my den to finally confess everything that I had been doing. Since the whole thing started she had been a jumble of nerves and hadn't dared to ask what was happening. It had all moved so quickly. It took less than a week to wrap everything up. There had been a lot of luck involved, but I felt good, and explained everything that I had done. I explained the additional things that Roy had done for us as well. When I was finished, she had tears in her eyes, and told me that she wanted me to give Roy a call Right now. A quick call later, and Roy was on the speaker. Jenny thanked him for his part of the whole thing, and Roy was his usual self and just shrugged it off. He said that he was glad to help, and it was just like he had told me; he would have paid to see a show like that, and as it was he got front row seating and it didn't cost him a thing. He said that he was happy at the way that things had turned out as well. I offered my thanks for the additional things that he had done as well, and he told me that he was just doing his job. He also told me that he really liked the new trilogy, and that he had already sent it off for the cover art to be done. As things turned to business Jenny kissed me and slipped out of the room, so that Roy and I could talk shop. The girls were all over me for days, cuddling and hugging and kissing. Not that I minded, but it was good when things returned to normal. With summer vacation now just a week away the girls were focusing on finishing their schoolwork, and the thoughts of summer. Abby, being in first grade, was happy when she got an early start on summer, as they had no final exams and such. She spent her days with me while I worked. We did get a lot of work done, but Abby refused to sit on my lap unless she could get to my cock. I was still a little embarrassed when I was at my new office, with Jenny just down the dock and the girls running around, and Abby perched on lap with my hard cock buried in her soft wet little pussy. This did end up causing a small problem in the end. Geri came in one afternoon to ask me some questions, and found us quickly approaching orgasm. She hit the fan saying that Abby was taking an unfair advantage of my time, by having sex when I was working. She stormed out to find the other girls. Abby refused to move, she didn't see that she was doing anything wrong, and wasn't about to give up the part that she like best. I didn't want to face a hoard of angry little girls with my cock buried in a tight pussy, but I couldn't hurt Abby either. I would just have to see what happened and try to handle things as best that I could. As things turned out I didn't have to handle things at all. When the girls came in, they did look mad, but Jenny was right behind them. As they were investigating our position, and were accusing Abby of foul play Jenny was quick to remind them that Abby hadn't broken any rules, and was not stopping me from working. If anything she was giving me support. I couldn't argue with that one bit. She was also quick to tell them that this was what Abby had been doing since the beginning but they just weren't creative enough to think of it themselves. I remembered that Abby had been tight lipped about her time, and now I began to see why she didn't want to share the information. Jenny said that if this was how Abby wanted to spend her time, and I didn't mind then it was our choice and they had to learn to accept things. The girls accepted this with good grace, and when they left us there might have been a little envy in their eyes as they looked at Abby. I could tell that there was going to be some creative competition, and I was going to end up being the judge. I wasn't sure if I could hold up to their competition, but if I died; I couldn't think of a better way to go. It started a little quicker than I thought. After lunch I told Abby that she needed to get out and get a little sun and have some fun with the other girls. She wasn't happy about it, but she didn't argue with me either. As it turned out Susan was first to make a move. She came in and sat in my lap and started a conversation. I could tell that she had something on her mind, but until she got around to it, I wasn't going to change the conversation. It took awhile before she asked if I remembered our afternoon together. The initial fear reflex made my balls contract a little, but I had to look at her as if she had lost her mind. I asked her if anybody in the whole house could ever forget our afternoon together? She giggled and said, "Not that silly, I mean what we did." I knew that she was trying to get to the point so I played along and told her that I did remember everything that we had done together. As we were talking she had reached down to my pants was stroking my cock through the material, and she asked me what part of the afternoon that I enjoyed most. I didn't have to think about it at all, and told her that she had given me the bet blowjob that I had ever received in my entire life and that her technique was without question the most exciting that I had ever felt. I looked a little sheepish as I also confided that it was all that I could do not to cum down her tight little throat that day. She giggled and slid down off of my lap and as she got herself between my legs she was slipping down my zipper. She had my cock out and was stroking it before I could talk her out of it, yea like I was really gonna try. But I sat transfixed as she brought it to her hot little mouth, and her pink tongue snaked out to lick the head. It didn't take long before I was as hard as a steel bar. She slipped the head into her hot mouth and started to suck, that was when my mind shut down and the lights started a laser show on the backs of my eyelids. When she slammed her face down and the head of my cock hit the back of her throat I knew that it wasn't going to be too long before I would cum. She gagged the first couple of times, but she didn't give up and was soon sucking the shaft while she was swallowing on the head. I was sure that she had learned to breathe through her ears when she slid it out again and took a deep breath. She then swallowed it back down her throat in one smooth gulp. I knew that I was a goner as I reached down and took hold of her head and started to fuck her throat in earnest. As I felt my cum start to boil in my balls, I slid my cock out to her mouth and held it there so that she could take another breath. Then I slammed it down her throat and groaned as I began to send my hot cum into her stomach on the express. As I felt my orgasm subside I took my hands away from her head, but she kept swallowing on my cock draining it. As she slipped it back into her mouth she sucked gently as she slipped it out and gave it a final kiss, before putting it back in my pants. I was watching her as she got up from the floor and noticed that she took her hand out from between her legs and let her little dress fall back into place. She then slipped he fingers in her mouth and licked all of her own cum off of her fingers as she said, "Thank you daddy." Then she kissed me and skipped out of the room, leaving me with another hard cock in my pants. Before I finished my work Geri came to visit. It was the typical approach, she sat in my lap and started a conversation. Since Geri is usually so straightforward I didn't have to wait long to find out what was on her mind. She leaned up and whispered, "Daddy. Tomorrow I want to spend the day with you again, but this time I want you to pop my cherry and show me what I have been missing." My heart stopped for a minute, but I told her that she would have to clear this with her mother. She giggled and told me that Jenny had sent her in to tell me. Well I knew that I would be doing a different kind of work tomorrow. I gave her a kiss, and turned off the computer. As I stood up I swung her around and up onto my shoulders while she laughed and screamed. Then we headed for the door. We were both laughing and playing when the other girls showed up with Jenny. Abby and Sandy seemed to be involved in an intense discussion, and I hoped that this didn't have anything to do with the discussion earlier. As I nodded to Jenny she followed my gaze and shrugged. Whatever was happening it didn't seem to include Jenny. ------- Chapter 11 Jenny and the girls headed out, leaving Geri and me alone. I decided that I would control things today, and that we would do things a little differently than the last time. As I looked at Geri I asked if she was still sure that this was what she wanted. She thought about it for a minute and looked me in the eye and said yes. I told her that if she was sure then this time it was going to be different. I would handle things this time so that she understood what it meant to be a partner in a relationship. I had a lot to learn. I went into the living room and turned the stereo on softly with some romantic music. I adjusted the drapes so that the lighting was just right, and then called her into the living room. She deserved to be treated special today, and I was going to try my best to make sure that everything went as well as possible. As she entered the room I went to her and took her by the hand and lead her to the loveseat. As I sat I took her in my arms and held her closely, and asked her again if this was really what she wanted. She looked at me like I was a slow child and said that it was, or she wouldn't be here. I told her that if she changed her mind just let me know and I would stop. She leaned up and kissed me, then said that she would if she felt that it wasn't right. I held her close and kissed her neck lightly, and slipped my hands down to her nonexistent breast. She did have some large hard nipples even though the breast mounds themselves were almost flat. As I moved my hands across her nipples her breath caught, and a slight tremor ran through her body. I nibbled and kissed her neck working my way to her mouth, as I kept lightly stroking her sensitive nipples. Our kiss was soft and sensual, with my tongue playing against her searching tongue. As we kissed I realized that I still had not found out where these girls had learned to kiss, and every one of them definitely knew how to kiss. That small distraction let her push her tongue into my mouth as she started her search there. The kiss became more passionate as she began to thrust her immature hips against me. Her passion was rising as her breathing was coming in short pants. I let my hand wander down toward her pussy, stroking and teasing as I went. When I reached her pussy it had already caused a wet spot on her nightshirt. I gave her a quick rub on her clit, and then slid my hand under her nightshirt. She wasn't wearing any panties this morning, and both of her thighs were already wet. As I spread her legs to get my hand on her hot wet pussy she stabbed her roaming tongue farther in my mouth, trying to get it into the back of my mouth. It was just too short, and I decided to reverse the situation as I pushed her tongue out of my mouth and then I pushed mine as far as it would go into her mouth, trying to bathe her tonsils. She moaned and started to buck in my lap. I could tell that she was going to love blowjobs. With my hand on her pussy, and my tongue deeply in her mouth she had her first orgasm, bucking and moaning on my lap making her hot little pussy coat my fingers with her orgasmic fluids. As I removed my mouth she was panting and gasping for breath. I brought my fingers up to my mouth and slipped one in to taste her sweet juices. She reached up and grabbed my hand and brought it to her own mouth, licking and sucking her own nectar from my fingers. This was not the first time that the girls had done this either, and I was getting very curious now. They showed no sign of embarrassment over anything sexual, even things that most people regarded as different. As I reflected and I knew that I shouldn't think anything strange about it, as I was here about to make love to my daughter, and I was wondering why they were experienced. I knew then that I had lost some part of myself somewhere, but I don't think that I really cared and I was sure that I didn't want it back; not if it meant that I wouldn't be able to show my love for Jenny and the girls. With Geri breathing a little easier I slid my finger slowly out of her mouth, causing her eyes to open. As she looked at me my finger popped out of her mouth and she smiled that fabulous smile that melted my heart. I knew that I loved all these girls. I moved Geri's nightshirt up until she raised her firm little ass then slid it up over her head. I pitched it behind us onto the floor without looking. This made Geri smile again. Then slid her off of my lap and onto the loveseat, stood up and let my robe fall to the floor as well. With both of us naked I sat back down and took Geri's hands and moved them to my hard throbbing erection. As her hands closed around me I gasped at the sensation that she caused. Her stroking motions were sure and firm. She remembered the day that we had spent together, and was now getting a chance to use her newfound knowledge. I was enjoying the nice firm hand job, but I wanted to try for something better, if she was willing. "Geri honey, would you like to try sucking it a little for me?" She stopped stroking me and looked in my eyes. She was not shocked or disgusted but there was love in her eyes as she suddenly smiled and bent her head down and began to lick it like and ice cream cone. After a couple of minutes of this action, I whispered to her to let it slid into her mouth and gently suck. She was a good student here as well as in school and she responded to instruction quickly like I hoped that she would. Her attempts were clumsy, but at least I knew that there were things that the girls hadn't all learned. I told her how to slide it in and out of her mouth, and how to relax her throat when it got to the back. I explained that she would have to time her breathing so that she didn't choke, and not to try to hold her breath, just experiment with the timing. She practiced for a while getting the hang of things before she tried moving it to the back of her throat. I expected her to gag the first time, but as soon as it touched the back of her mouth she moaned around my cock, and pushed it right down her throat. The unexpected sensations sent fireworks off behind my eyes and I thought that I might cum with the unexpected excitement. As I looked down at Geri, her eyes were closed and she was fingering her wet pussy while she slid my cock in and out of her throat. I shivered and tried to keep control of my orgasm. I reminded her to breathe as she was holding her breath. She didn't appear to hear me, so I took hold of her head stopping it from moving, and her eyes flew open she moaned her disappointment. I told her to breathe and she began the breathing that she had practiced as I released her head. She slammed my cock back down her throat and started a smooth in and out motion, while she continued to breathe on the outstroke. Her natural ability greatly resembled Susan's abilities and wondered if it was a family trait, but then realized that even though Jenny did give a good blowjob, she didn't appear to get the satisfaction that Susan and Geri got. My orgasm was quickly slipping out of control and I told Geri that I was going to cum, and if she didn't want it gushing down her throat then she had better take it out. She looked up at me and I could read mixed emotions. She didn't want me to cum in her mouth, but she didn't want to take it out either. If she didn't make a decision soon, it would become a moot point. She realized the situation and slid it out of her throat, but before she could get it all the way out, the first explosive blast erupted in her mouth. She gagged a little as it hit the back of her throat unexpectedly, but she got it out before the next round fired in her face. There must have been some reaction to the cum in her mouth because she quickly shoved it back into her mouth and sucked it dry. As she let it fall, she used her fingers to scoop the cum off her face and stick it into her mouth to suck her fingers clean. With my orgasm subsiding I felt relaxed and tired. I looked down and saw that Geri had been kneeling on my robe and it was now wet with her juices. She must have been cumming the whole time that my cock was in her mouth to have left that much juice on my robe. As she followed my gaze she smiled a shy smile and said, "Oops, sorry about that." I held out my arms for her to climb into. I wasn't mad. Personally I didn't think that fabric softener had anything on the smell of young excited pussy. We relaxed in each other's arms for a time before I decided that it was now time to get things started again for the main event. Getting Geri ready turned out to be a lot easier than I had expected. I asked her if she wanted to suck my cock again, until I got hard. She was off my lap so fast that I was afraid that she might hurt herself, but her mouth was already sucking it in like a limp noodle, and it wasn't much harder than that either. Being soft it just touched the back of her mouth, and that seemed to set her off again, and she began to suck me like a demon trying to get it back down her throat. It didn't take long before I was hard and she had it deep in her throat, moaning as it went in and out, which caused me some concern that I might shoot off again before I could get her off of it. I reached down and took her head firmly in my hands. She opened her eyes and looked at me with such a pleading look that I almost gave in, but I knew that once the passion was gone she would not have forgiven me for not finishing the job that we had set out to do. I slowly shook my head, and extracted her from my hard cock. She gave it a last kiss when it came out of her mouth. I had her climb up into my lap facing me. I explained that we would do it this way, so that she could control how fast everything happened, and if things hurt too much she could just quit. She looked down at my hard cock pointing up to her soft pussy, and for a moment I thought that she was going to call it off, but as she looked back into my eyes she had a determined look, and said okay. I grasped my cock firmly and held it in position just at the entrance of her wet pussy. She looked down and started slowly easing it in. It stopped before the head was in and she had to put more pressure on it before it slipped in with a sudden pop that took her breath away. She stopped and rested as she got used to the feel of it, and of being stretched for the first time. I told her that she needed to move up and down to get it good and wet before she tried to push through her virginity. She listened carefully and started to move up and down, with a little deeper penetration on each stroke. She was starting to breathe faster and harder when she hit her hymen for the first time. She froze with a surprised look on her face. Any pain that she felt at this point was small, but she knew that it was now the time to make a decision. She pushed down gently, stretching it until the pain got to be too much, and then she eased off. I told her to start moving again like she had been, and when she was so excited that she couldn't stand it anymore to just slam down through it. She listened to me, nodded then started the short up and down motions that had her panting again in no time. I almost couldn't take it. Watching her get closer and closer, and wondering when she was going to do it. My cock was now completely covered with our secretions, as they seeped down covering my balls and continued on down into the crack of my ass. It was then that she hesitated, and then slammed down through her virginity. She froze as my cock firmly lodged deep in her tight pussy with the head gently pushing against her cervix. The pain was evident on her face as I took her to me and held her tightly in my arms. She was softly sobbing, but her pussy was squeezing and gripping my hard cock. It was a true Herculean task not to move with the sensations running up and down my throbbing cock. After a short time her sobs were gone and she was resting against me. I whispered that when she started to move again there would be no more pain. It was now gone forever, and only pleasure awaited her now. She slowly reached up and gave me a tender kiss on the cheek as she slowly moved up a little then back down. The next movement was a little faster and firmer, and soon she was riding my hard cock like a bucking bronco at the rodeo, screaming and gasping through an orgasm. When she got through one she was quickly on her way to another, sweating and screaming her way from one orgasm to the next. Her little body was covered with sweat and her eyes were glazed and her orgasms were now one long continuous orgasm, and I was getting close too. I knew that she only needed something to trigger a massive orgasm so I reached down and pinched her hard throbbing clit, her eyes got big and she screamed as I blasted her hot little pussy full of cum. She contorted into a ball with her legs coming up and her chest coming down then she snapped back and screamed again and I had to catch her as she passed out, with my cock still filling her grasping pussy with my hot cum. We were laying down on the loveseat with her on my chest and my soft cock still lodged deeply in her pussy when she opened her eyes. She looked at me for a few moments trying to remember what happened, then she smiled at me and reached up kissed me before laying her head back on my chest and falling asleep. I reached down to the floor and grabbed my robe and covered us up before drifting off myself. I woke a little while later to a wonderful sensation sliding up and down my soft cock. As I looked down I saw that Geri was sitting on my legs sucking our juice from my soft cock. Then she slipped it into her hot little mouth and began sucking off everything that she could find there. Once my semi-hard cock was clean she moved down to my balls and sucked on each one until there was nothing else left there as well. Then she moved my legs apart and laid face down on the loveseat, between my legs and started working her way down lower. My cock was raging hard now, but she continued her cleanup job, and once again I got the impression that she had done this before, as she didn't hesitate anywhere. When she was finished she looked up at me and saw that my eyes were open, hell a dead man would have managed to wake up with that happening. She noticed that my cock was hard, she gave me that heart warming smile and told me that her pussy was too sore to do that right now, but she would love to suck me off again. I looked at the clock and decided that we should start getting things cleaned up and dinner started before Jenny and the girls got home. God, where did the day go? ------- Chapter 12 The week continued with Jenny keeping my nights filled with love and Abby keeping my imagination working overtime with my work. The girls were trying to keep my evenings filled with their creative antics. All except Sandy, who seemed preoccupied and moody. I had noticed but it really hadn't made much of an impression on me until I realized that she had avoided me since Geri had announced that Abby was taking advantage of my time. It was then that I noticed that she had withdrawn from everybody, and this caused me more than a little concern. I decided to mention this to Jenny tonight to see if we could straighten things out before it became a problem. As we were lying in bed, with my soft cock resting on Jenny's thigh, I asked her if Sandy was all right, that she had been acting withdrawn and moody lately. Was something happening that I needed to help her with? Jenny got a little amused smile on her face and shook her head, and then told me that Sandy was just having her period and that she always got a little moody and the girls had learned to stay away from her during this time. It was then that a cold chill ran down my back. I had not even considered birth control, and the ramifications of the actions that I had been taking. I guess that Jenny knew what was running through my mind as she began to laugh. I could only watch in bewilderment as she continued to laugh at my predicament. I was definitely not amused, and her reaction was beginning to bother me. I guess that she sensed this as well, as she did her best to control herself. She then told me, "I guess that you are like other men after all. All this time and not one thought of birth control. Well you don't have to worry about that. With what happened to Sandy and Abby, I thought it best that each of the girls were on birth control as soon as they showed the first signs of puberty. The last thing that we wanted was one of these local assholes to knock up on of the girls on top of a rape. As for myself, even though I wasn't having any sexual activity, I thought it best to join the girls since I could never be sure if something like that wouldn't happen to me either." The look on my face must have reflected the relief that I felt. She was still snickering, but now it didn't bother me as much, and I even found myself beginning to laugh with her. I could imagine the look on my face and knew that she was right. I was going to have to do something about that. The week concluded school and the girl's good mood began to rub off on me. I would get to have all of them with me every day for the whole summer. I knew that work was going to be a problem, but I figured that if summer was a slow time for work, then it was a blessing; as it gave me an excuse to spend my time with Jenny and the girls. Friday evening Jenny and I managed to slip away to our bedroom, not that it was any real secret since all of the doors in the house were always open and if anyone wanted to watch all they had to do was walk in. But it was nice to pretend that we were getting away with something. With the noise that we made, even I would have been hard pressed to call it a secret even if we could sneak away. Since it was still early Jenny and I decided to go back downstairs and spend the rest of the evening with the girls. As we entered the living room the sight that was playing out stopped me dead in my tracks. There was some silly sitcom on the television, but there was no way that any one was watching it. Sandy and Susan were lying in the middle of the floor in an energetic 69, with Susan on top of Sandy. Her face buried in Sandy's widespread, very wet crotch. Sandy was bucking and I was amazed that Susan could even keep her mouth on her pussy as it looked that Sandy was doing everything in her power to buck her off. Susan's legs were spread almost as wide and she was grunting as Sandy sucked on her hot little clit. Her hot juices were running down into Sandy's mouth as she sucked on her. As I looked around I could see Geri sitting on the edge of a chair and Abby had he mouth locked onto her pussy. I knew for first hand experience that Abby was in for a job trying to keep up with the sweet nectar that Geri could produce when she got going, and it looked like she not only was going, but she was beginning to cum as well. The sounds and smells of hot excited female pussy made my cock rock hard, and I now knew where these girls had been getting their experience. Jenny had stopped as quickly as I did, and she had turned around and headed for the kitchen. As I followed her I wondered about her reaction. In the kitchen she asked me if I wanted a glass of wine, as she was pouring one for herself. I got a glass and asked her about the scene in the living room. She didn't look up or answer my question, but just shrugged. I knew that by their standards I was a prude, but I was learning fast. It was not that I was really a prude. I had experience in many forms of sexual entertainment, and had been involved in some things that even they would have definitely called kinky, but my problems had all stemmed from the girl's age. I pretty much thought that I was over that now. Jenny's reaction caused me to wonder what was bothering her. When the wine was poured, she suggested that we go out and enjoy the night air. I agreed even though I would rather have enjoyed watching the girls. I began to get an idea about Jenny and knew that I would have to talk to the girls tomorrow. Saturday We all headed over to the rental office to begin the first real day of the season. I was in my office most of the morning trying to get some work done. I don't know how things were arranged, but it became the practice that when Abby and I were 'working' that the other girls either watched or left us alone, but none of them even attempted to interfere with Abby's time with me. After lunch it appeared that it was first come. Even Abby respected that arrangement. I had told Abby that I wanted to have a meeting with the girls that afternoon and asked her to tell all of them to come to the office a little while after lunch. As it was the slow time of the day, they wouldn't be missed for a while. It was about one o'clock that the girls began to arrive. When all of them were there, I sat them all down and told them that I wanted to ask a few questions about last night. Abby immediately got tears in her eyes and Geri tensed up like I had just accused them of stealing or something. I quickly tried to reassure them that I was not mad, and that their actions had nothing to do with the questions that I needed to ask. The older girls loosened up a little, but watched me closely. Abby came over to sit in my lap, after I made sure that my zipper was firmly zipped up, I picked her up. This caused the girls to laugh and helped to ease the tension a bit, and even made Abby smile. I then continued to explain about the questions that I wanted to ask. All the girls were giving me their complete attention, and I asked about their mother's reaction, and why she acted the way that she did. The girls all looked at each other and I guess that Sandy was the elected spokesperson. She cleared her throat and began to tell me that her mother had always acted like that. She didn't mind that they did it, but she refused to watch or take part. That was the reason that they tried to arrange things for when Jenny was busy doing other things. Then she went on to tell me about a time, a couple of years ago, when she had asked to sleep with her mom. When she woke up first she noticed that Jenny's nightgown had ridden up to her waist exposing her shaved pussy. Sandy said that she had crawled down and started to lick and suck on Jenny's soft pussy. When Jenny woke she reached down and held Sandy's head until she came in her mouth. She then looked down at Sandy, and a look of terror came across her face and she jumped up and bolted into the bathroom, and slammed the door. Sandy said that she didn't know what she had done wrong, but when she went to the bathroom door she heard Jenny crying in the bathroom, she didn't know what to do so she left. She also said that when Jenny came out of the bathroom she acted like it had never happened, but she never let Sandy sleep with her again. Abby then said that after the bad thing that happened to her, she tried to put Jenny's hand on her pussy, like she had done with me but Jenny would jerk her hand away. That was when she started to play with the other girls. Each of them related some similar story and I began to get the idea that I had fairly good idea what was going on. I asked them if they wanted to play their games with their mother, and all of them said yes, but that she would never allow it. I asked if they would trust me and to let me handle things in my own way. All of them gave me a big smile, and I soon found myself under a mass of little girl's flesh, all kissing and hugging on me. It was then that a movement caught my eye out the window. Since my office faced the rear of the house, next to the woods I couldn't imagine what would be moving there. I settled the girls down and looked more closely, it was then that I saw two men with ski masks quietly making their way toward the rental office. I told the girls to remain quiet and to call Sheriff Barnes. I told them no matter what they heard they were to remain in the house with the doors locked until their mother or I told them to open it, or until Sheriff Barnes came. I then slipped out of the house and moved to the van. I got the tire iron from under the rear seat, and moved as quickly as possible to the rental office. As I entered I saw that one of the men had Jenny around the neck with one arm and was holding her arms behind her back with the other. The other man was standing in front of her and I saw his fist come down and saw the blood fly from her mouth. I swung the tire iron and felt a satisfying crunch as it connected with the side of his head. He went down quickly, without ever knowing what had happened. The other man saw his friend go down and me now standing in front of him with hatred in my eyes. At that moment his death meant nothing to me. Since he was almost a foot taller than Jenny, I swung the iron again looking for his head. He saw the blow coming and let go of Jenny to raise his arm. I watched as his arm snapped under the force of the tire iron. As he was yelling in pain, and holding his arm the next blow opened his skull just as effectively as the first had done his friend. I dropped the tire iron and went to Jenny. She was dazed as she looked at me, she started to fight me off until her vision cleared, and then she was in my arms crying as I held her. We were still sitting on the floor, with Jenny in my arms when Sheriff Barnes entered the office with his gun drawn. After looking around he put away his gun and came over to us and asked me what had happened. The girls were all crowded around the door now, and Geri and Abby were crying and Susan looked on the verge herself. I stood up and helped Jenny to her feet. I motioned for the girls to come and help her into the house. As they left I began telling Sheriff Barnes what had happened. He called for an ambulance and removed their hoods. They looked familiar, but I couldn't place them. Sheriff Barnes told me that they were both fathers of the boys arrested for the girls' assault. As it turned out, their businesses had suffered dramatically after the conviction, and that they blamed Jenny and the girls for everything. They had confessed in the hospital that they were just going to teach her a lesson, and that they really weren't going to hurt her. Sheriff Barnes did arrest me for assault as well. He had kept his word and the law was being applied to everyone equally. I didn't mind, as I knew that I had broken the law, but I did feel so much better. My lawyer did manage to get me out before dinner. The girls all acted like I was on death row and that at any moment they were going to come and get me. Abby was crying from the time that I left, until I got back. Even then it took a little while to convince her that I was going to be all right. My lawyer reassured them that it was not a problem, I was just defending my family, and that there was no way that I would be convicted. Sheriff Barnes gave me a call later in the evening and asked if I had changed my mind about pressing charges. He said that if I dropped my charges, then the two men would drop theirs and it could all be forgotten. I told him that I was not going to get into this same shit that Sheriff Wilks had been doing, covering up crap and looking the other way. I would do my day in court and see if I was wrong there. He said that he understood, and thanked me for my time. It must have been around nine o'clock that evening when the doorbell rang. I was concerned about the safety of Jenny and the girls, but decided that if they really meant us any harm they wouldn't ring the bell. As I opened the door I was confronted with two women. Both had been crying recently, and I could tell that normally they would be considered very good looking, not as good as Jenny but respectable. You wouldn't kick them out of bed, until morning anyway. I stood waiting and they introduced themselves. They were the wives of the two men in the hospital. I looked at them and as I started to close the door, Jenny stopped it from closing and invited them in. I couldn't believe it, but if she wanted to hear what they had to say, I wouldn't argue with her. As we went into the living room Jenny offered them a seat, and they sat on the couch. Jenny sat in a chair and I stood beside her. They looked at Jenny's face with the split lip and the bruises on her cheek, and one of them actually started to cry. She apologized for what happened to Jenny. She then broke down and started apologizing for what happened to the girls, they said that they had never known. No one had ever told them anything, and that it was a shock to find out that their sons had actually assaulted anyone, let alone little girls. They were having a good cry, and I could see that jenny was even starting to get effected as tears were starting to form in her eyes as well. I sent the girls to my den, then I got tissues and began passing them around. The tears kept coming for a while, but then they managed to get things under control. Jenny never really joined the tear group. She had been on the receiving end for too long to let a few tears get to her. So we waited until they were reasonably themselves before Jenny asked the purpose of the visit. They were begging for me not to press charges. If their husbands were sent away, they wouldn't be able to cope. I looked at them and wondered if there were really any women in the world as helpless as these two appeared to be. They offered to pay for any damages, whatever that we thought was fair. Business had been bad lately, but they would find the money somewhere. It was all a pathetic scene to me, but Jenny must have identified with them somewhere because she asked them to excuse us. We went into the kitchen and she said that it wasn't fair to punish these women when they didn't do anything. I pointed out that we weren't doing anything. It was their husbands that were the ones that had beat her, and deserved whatever they got. She looked at me and said that their husbands would be punished one way or another, but this way the women in our living room would suffer too. After losing their sons it was just not right. I could not believe that she was saying this. These were the men whose sons had raped her daughters. Her logic escaped me, but if she wanted to let the weasels off the hook, then I would drop it, but I didn't have to like it. As we went back into the living room Jenny told them of our decision. She made it clear that what their sons had done, they were now paying for. For what their husbands had done, she expected them to pay for it. The women were happy to agree to anything if we would drop the charges. Jenny impressed me that night with her own brand of creativity. She said that we would drop the charges, but in return both men would wear signs, like the old sandwich boards, that said 'Jenny Baxter forgave me for assaulting her'. They would wear the signs, and walk around all over town for three hours each day, during business hours, for a full month. The women looked at each other and agreed. I looked at Jenny and realized that this would give her more satisfaction than sending them to jail. I made a note then not to piss her off too much at me. As the women thanked her and started to make their way to the door I also had a final statement. "Ladies, from now on I carry a gun. The next time that something like this happens they will go to the morgue, not the hospital." As they left I could see that Jenny was feeling better. I called my lawyer and he said that we should get the agreement in writing and that he would handle everything, including notifying Sheriff Barnes when it was all in order. We called the girls back in and told them that everything was taken care of and that I wasn't going to be going to court. All of them seemed relieved, and when Jenny told them about the signs that the men were going to be wearing they began to laugh so hard that they almost started to cry. That night I put Jenny in a hot tub, with a cold glass of wine and candles burning softly. I kept the water hot and her glass full. When she began to drift off I helped her out, and dried her off and put her to bed. She fell asleep in my arms, and when she woke I was still holding her. Sunday As Jenny and I lay there in the morning sun, I decided that I would find out if my suspicions were correct, and asked her if she had any problems with my involvement with the girls. Did she feel that as their father I was crossing some moral ground, or that in general was it just something that I shouldn't be doing? She looked at me closely and told me that if I was going to try backing out now that the girls might take me out and lynch me themselves and that she would get the rope and tie the knot. As I looked at her I could sense that she was telling the truth and she felt no hostility at all and no jealousy about things. I looked at her and asked about the incest issue, even if we weren't really related it was still considered incest, and didn't that make a difference to her? This time she seemed to get upset at me a little as she gave me a hard gaze and said that it really didn't matter. As long as the girls were happy, then she didn't give a shit, and that she had thought that we had already had this discussion before we were married, and before she and the girls had given their hearts to me. As I looked at her I knew that what I suspected was true, and I decided that I might as well go ahead and get it out in the open and be done with it. I smiled as I looked at her and said that actually I had resolved all of those issues before we were married, and that I was just checking her reactions to the situation, which was true to a point. She seemed to relax as I told her that, but since there was still some to go I decided to just dive in. "So what happened that you are afraid of being with a woman? And don't tell me that I am imagining things, or that it just isn't true. I already know, so why not just tell me." As I looked at her; I could tell that I had hit the nail on the head, as she tensed up and wouldn't look at me. When she did manage to look me in the eye, she couldn't hold eye contact and kept looking down. She began with all of the same old stuff that everyone uses when they don't want to say something. I don't know what you are talking about. You don't know what you're talking about. Who me? She kept this up until she got to my favorites (which I call the auctioneer speech) which start just about every word by stuttering. At this point I held up my hand and said, "Enough of the bullshit! You should hear yourself. Now are you going to tell me, or not? If you don't think that I would understand, or you just don't want to tell me, then just say so, but the crap that you are spouting now is really starting to get on my nerves, and it assumes that I am stupid. So..." She looked at me and then got out of bed, slipped on her robe and started downstairs without saying a word. I followed her down a few minutes later, and the girls looked at me funny, they were all very quiet. I acted as though nothing was wrong and began teasing the girls and laughing, soon there was controlled chaos in the kitchen. As we were playing I told them not to worry that everything would be okay, one way or another. I guess that they took me at my word because soon I was on the floor and they were tickling me in earnest, everything degraded into a free-for-all until I called a halt and shooed them into the other room to wait for brunch. Then I offered Jenny any help that she might need in preparing the mid-morning meal. As the girls had described, she acted like nothing had happened and that our conversation had never taken place. After breakfast the girls cleaned the kitchen, and Jenny and I went to take our showers. I could tell that if I left it this way she would just ignore the issue until it became a dead issue, and I wasn't going to let that happen. When we were finishing getting dressed, I looked at her, and said, "I am still waiting for an answer. This will not go away by simply ignoring it. I will not let it just go away, just like everything else that I have gotten into since I came here I will face it and deal with it. I will not bury my head in the sand." With that I walked out of the room to make sure that the girls were ready to leave. Jenny and I did not speak together the rest of the day. She stayed in the rental office and I was out playing with the girls. Anything that they wanted to do, I was at least willing to give it a shot. By early afternoon I knew that age was a factor in the games that children play, and I excused myself and headed to my office. On the way I stopped in the rental office, and told Jenny that I loved her and that I was going to be in my office for a while. She seemed deep in thought and just nodded to me as I left for the house. Dinner was quiet. The girls and I tried to get Jenny into the conversation but she seemed preoccupied, I nodded to the girls to just ignore it. Soon we were having a great time talking about everything that they had done today, and what they would like to do tomorrow. I told them that for me it was a workday, but I would try to sneak away for some of the more tame activities that they had planned. Abby smiled a smile that everybody knew that she had plans it help me work in the morning and the girls had a few snickers about it, but Abby looked at them and didn't seem to care. When Jenny and I went to bed, she told me to stay on the other side of the bed. I figured that I had crossed a line and that it was probably good that she didn't want me in the guestroom. As we laid in the darkness she spoke softly, it was just loud enough for me to hear if I listened very carefully. "You were right this morning when you said that something had happened. I have never told anybody about this, and I hope that you will be able to understand after I tell you. I hope that you will still love me. I have managed to hide it from the girls, but I hope that it doesn't affect them too much." As I started to speak she silenced me with a loud and forceful hiss. As much as I wanted to comfort her, it appeared that she had decided to handle telling me in her own way. So I waited for her to continue, determined to hold anything I was tempted to say until she finished. I really had to strain to hear her when she started to speak again. Her voice seemed to come from a long way off. "It really started when I was just a little older than Sandy. I was always very small for my age, and even though I had just started to develop I still wasn't much bigger than Abby is now. Some of the local boys that were always teasing me noticed that I had started to develop, and one day they cornered me and forced me to strip for them. I was very embarrassed, but when I was stripped they just laughed at my tiny body and walked off. I wasn't even worth raping to them. I was very hurt, and I started to seek out the company of other girls. Even though I was not very big, my curiosity and my hunger for sex was equal to any woman. I guess that the girls inherited that from me. I will spare you all of the details but all through high school I only went out with other girls. I found that I could satisfy all of my desires without ever having to be with a boy. I knew that behind my back that they all called me names, but as long as they would still let me play my games with them I didn't care. My parents found out and tried to talk to me, but I wouldn't listen. I only wanted girls, never boys." There were sobs coming from the dark, and I knew that she was telling me a dark secret from her past, one that she had never told anyone else. She probably hadn't thought about this in years, and here I was making her spill out her painful past. I wished that I had never brought the subject up. When her sobs eased a little she continued, "It wasn't until my senior year that all of the girls turned against me. Up until then there was always one or two who didn't have a boyfriend, or that had been badly treated by some boy, until suddenly all the girls had boyfriends. They were talking about marriage, or planing on going away to college. A couple was even pregnant. That was when they all told me that they never wanted to see me again. If they were seen with me they would never get a boyfriend. I was crushed, but it forced me to reevaluate my life. I could see that they were right, and I really tried to be their friend, but even though we did talk sometimes they couldn't risk being seen with me. So I was alone again. I turned to my parents, but they didn't want anything to do with me either. It was then that I began to focus on my grades. I had always been good in school, but now I was trying to get the best grades possible. I wanted out, and since my parent weren't rich, that meant a scholarship. By the end of the year I had been accepted at two colleges. I was determined that I would get away to where no body knew me, and that I would find a way to get my life back on track." He voice had changed to reflect a hard and determined edge to it. It had risen so that I didn't have to strain to hear her, and I knew that as much as her past hurt, it also gave her strength. "When I in college there were women that had a reputation of being a lesbian, and there were times that I wanted to seek them out, but I knew that if I did that just once I would never leave. I wanted a normal life, with kids, and family and respect, Things that I would not get with another woman as a lover. So once again I applied myself to my grades. It was in my junior year that I met Bob. He was different from the others. He was working on his masters' degree in business management, and I was going for my degree in education. We were just about as different as any two people that you could imagine were. He was tall, strong, a jock type and I was a small, petite, bookworm type. But underneath it all we were just alike, and we both loved each other. Bob couldn't believe that I was a virgin when he took me to bed the first time. He was gentle and caring and I found that I could love a man in and out of bed. We were married the day after I graduated from college." She was crying again, but this time I knew that her tears were for a different reason. I hoped that she understood that I loved her as much as any man could ever love a woman. It was hard to compete with a dead husband, but I wasn't going to give her up without a fight. Her sobs quieted and her voice was once again soft and tender. It was hard to hear her as I strained in the darkness. "All the time that I was married to Bob he would travel sometimes to different places, and when he was gone it was the worst time of my life. There were men and even women that made advances to me. The men weren't a problem, I would brush them off without a thought, but the women would stick in my mind. It would nag at me, and soon the old feelings were coming back. I knew that I wanted a woman. But I was afraid that if I did it just once, it would be just like it was before. I loved Bob too much to want that, so I repulsed all of their advances, even though I really wanted to crawl between every one of their legs. I wanted to touch and hold them, caress them, and make love to each and every one of them. There were times that I thought that I would go out of my mind. Then Bob would come back, and I would focus all of my pent-up passion on him. It was living a lie, but I never thought that it would hurt anybody. I would not give in to the temptation, so I didn't think that it mattered. Now you come along. You have turned all of our lives upside down. We all love you more than you can possibly imagine, and you seem to have a talent to look into the depths of a person's soul and to see the dark secrets that are kept there. I have always kept my secret hidden from everybody, and you look at me and tell me that you know everything that I have kept hidden all these years. I don't know if you will ever love me again, but even though I still hide these dark attractions I really do love you." Her voice cracked and the tears came in force. I was having a hard time keeping my own tears back, but I decided that she had had enough, and that it was time to end this honesty period. I slid over to her and tried to wrap my arms around her, but she fought me off. I wasn't going to take no for an answer and kept after her. Finally she gave up and let me hold her in my arms. As I held her tightly the tears began in earnest. She cried until there were no more tears, and I still held her. After she was through I spoke softly, "Honey I know that your confession was difficult for you, and I love you even more now than I did before. Your life has not been easy, and I wish that I had known you as a girl. I promise that I would not have laughed. Your choices that you made were your own and it is no one else's business why you did what you did, but in truth you have not hidden your feelings as well as you think that you have. Actually I was not the one that saw anything. It was the girls that told me. They know you very well and have noticed your reactions and have spoken to me about it. So you see my love, they love you and you are doing to them the same thing that you accused me of doing. They are hurt that you won't love them, as they have chosen you, just like they chose me. You will remember that you said that they can chose their own lover as they saw fit; either male or female you didn't care. It was their choice. Now you repulse them when they make a move toward you. They do not understand, and have asked me to handle things." I could feel her start to sob onto my chest again. I understood her feelings, but she would have to cope with the same thing that I had. Do you hurt someone you love just to ease your own mind? She would have to deal with this herself. "But john, I can't. Don't you understand that if I do this then I will be risking everything that we have together? What if I can't love a man again, and only want a woman's touch? What will we do then?" Her tears were still coming but she was listening, and I knew that either way it was better to have this out in the open and deal with it directly. I hoped that I understood her as well as I thought that I did, and I was going to find out as I put my cards on the table. "Jenny honey, I know that you desire a woman's touch, and that you do enjoy sex with me, but in either case it is just an expression of love. You can enjoy a female lover and I believe that you will still want to express your love to me as well. Lust is using someone else's body for sexual gratification. Sex with someone that you love is an expression of love. I firmly believe that, and will always believe it. As long as we love each other, we will always get satisfaction from making love to each other." As I said these words I knew that she understood what I said, and I hoped that she felt the same things that I did so that we would always be sexual partners. I had put things out for her to experience her darkest fears, and hope that I was only half as smart as she thought that I was. As I held her close I told her that she should rest now. Things would look brighter in the morning. Monday It was the first official day of summer. The girls were happy and running everywhere, and trying to do everything all day. I wasn't sure that it was possible for any adult human to keep up with them. They wanted to do everything at once, and just watching them made me tired. As I watched them I knew that age had started to catch up with me. Abby watched them all morning, and after lunch she was leading the pack most of the afternoon. I did find a little time to sneak over and to see Jenny for a while, we were making out in the rental office like teenagers. If some guy hadn't come up to return a boat, we might have been on the floor a few minutes later. She smoothed her clothes down and ran me out saying that it wouldn't do her reputation any good to be found on the floor of the rental office. After dinner that evening I helped the girls clean the kitchen. I told them if they still wanted to spend time in their mother's arms then they could come upstairs about ten minutes after we went up. I recommended that their appearance be without clothing. Unless she specifically sent them away, then they could try anything that they thought that she would go for. I didn't tell them that Jenny was not the novice that they thought she was. I poured a couple of glasses of wine and went to find my lovely wife. After we had enjoyed the last of the evening sun, I suggested that we slip away upstairs. She gave me a sly smile and handed me her glass as she moved toward the stairs. I was behind her shortly, and I noticed that the girls were keeping tabs on us. By the time that I got to our bedroom Jenny was already under the covers and I knew that she was excited, I could tell from the two hard points that the sheet couldn't hide. I smiled as I threw away my clothes as I slid into the bed to take her in my arms and hold her tightly. As I kissed her hotly I slid my hands down to her breast; her hard nipples were throbbing with her pulse. I squeezed each one causing her to moan her appreciation. I was busy working my hand into her hot little pussy when she noticed that we were no longer alone. There were four naked little ladies gathering around that bed with a look of lust in their eyes. The smell of excited pussy was strong in the air. I knew that some of the smell was coming from Jenny, but there was more coming from the around the bed. I leaned over and kissed Jenny softly and whispered, "Time to make the girls happy. I think that you are a little behind on your duties there." She gave me a terrified expression, but I smiled my assurance and gave her another quick kiss. Sandy pulled the sheet from her body as the other girls get on the bed. Jenny looked nervous, but she didn't send them away. I moved over to sit in my reading chair in the corner of the room. Sandy maneuvered herself between Jenny's legs. She had to pull them open, but once she was between them she kissed and licked her way up the insides of Jenny's firm legs. She stopped to give her thighs some special attention as she sucked and nibbled on them. Jenny began to moan and I knew that she would not stop it this time. As Sandy was moving between Jenny's thighs, Geri and Abby were cuddling up on each side of her and each of them grabbed a soft, firm breast and began to suck and tease her nipples. Jenny wrapped her arms around each of the girls and held them tightly as she moaned out her pleasure. Susan was moving up to slide her legs across Jenny's face. She was going slow and watching for any sign that she should stop. Jenny watched her and I could see a hunger in her eyes. As Susan made contact with Jenny's talented mouth she let out a moan of pleasure herself. Jenny closed her eyes and began to send Susan into oblivion. She didn't last long with Jenny's experienced tongue working on her sensitive little pussy. Susan started to buck and pant as she rode her mother's face in ecstasy. Jenny was growling as she released her grip on the Geri and Abby and grabbed both cheeks of Susan's fast moving ass. She could not hold her still, but she managed to get her steady enough to find the spot that triggered her orgasm. As Susan groaned out her pleasure she fell off of Jenny's hungry mouth, leaving a hot, sticky film all around her mouth. Geri was quick to replace her as she scrambled up to slip her own smooth, hot, little pussy over Jenny's mouth. I could tell when Jenny started her expert ministrations, as Geri bucked and moaned. The surprise on her face was clear that this was the most talented tongue that she had ever felt, and she wasn't going to last any longer than Susan had. Jenny was in heaven again, with her eyes closed and sucking a hot little pussy. You could hear the sounds that Jenny made, and smell the hot, excited pussy in the air. My erection was almost painful as I took in the sights and smells of the room. Sandy was sucking Jenny with the same abandon that Jenny was doing to Geri. Geri was grunting and thrusting her hips and Jenny couldn't hold her still, but she still managed to find the right spot enough times to make Geri shudder as she came all over Jenny's face. Her hot orgasmic fluids mixed with those Susan had left, to make Jenny look like she had been hosed down with a garden hose. Abby moved up to Jenny and began to lick her face clean. As she licked the fluids from her face they ended in a torrent kiss with both of them sharing the juices that had been left on Jenny's face. The cleaning went on for a time, until Abby was satisfied that there was no more left to that she could get. Sandy was moving up to take her place on Jenny's mouth and Abby moved back down to work on Jenny's excited pussy. Sandy managed to fare a little better then the younger girls, but I thought that Jenny was trying to suck her heart out through her pussy, and I thought that she might make it. Sandy was pulling and pinching her own nipples as Jenny ate her hot pussy. As Sandy sped up the pace Jenny had no trouble keeping up, licking and sucking Sandy's clit, then using her talented tongue to fuck her hot hole. I watched as Jenny dragged her tongue up to Sandy's clit, then she sucked it into her mouth, and started to suck hard. I could imagine her hot little tongue playing and teasing her hard clit as she sucked it. Sandy screamed and fell forward. She did manage to catch herself before she fell on Jenny's face. As she moved off to lay with the other girls, all hugging and kissing each other, Jenny looked down and saw Abby still licking and sucking her hot, excited pussy. She held her arms out to her and Abby crawled up into her arms. They kissed softly and Jenny whispered something in her ear, but Abby shook her head. Jenny looked at her for a moment then kissed her again. As she got off the bed and came toward me I realized that I had not seen Jenny cum. She gave me a look that I knew, pure lust. She was so hot that if you put a piece a paper on her it would catch on fire. I was confused that she didn't have at least one orgasm, with her desires she should have cum so many times that she would be too weak to move, but she was looking at me like an animal. As she stood before me she straddled my legs placing her wet pussy just above my throbbing cock. She leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Well you were right again. As much as I loved that, it wasn't what I need now." She then slammed her hot pussy down on me in one swift, sudden movement. Buried to the base of my hot cock she started to grind and thrust her pussy on me. I looked over and saw that the girls were all watching and smiling. I wish that I could have seen that show as well, but I think that feeling it was better in the end. She was bouncing and thrusting her hips, and I could feel her muscles squeezing and milking my cock. I had never felt Jenny move like this and was surprised that the heat from her pussy didn't melt my cock. She was so hot that it only took a few minutes before she was screaming out her orgasm. I was so close that I was bucking and groaning when Jenny suddenly jumped off of my throbbing cock. As the cold air hit it, it felt like someone had thrown a bucket of ice water on me. I was shaking and moaning as I looked at her. She smiled at me and pointed at Abby who was sitting and stroking her hot little clit. I realized that she hadn't gotten off either, and realized when Jenny was whispering to Abby she was asking her about how she wanted to cum. Now I understood and held out my arms to her. She ran over and jumped into my arms and I lifted her up so that she could guide my hot cock into her waiting little pussy. Abby was so hot that it slipped right past her cervix and into her soft womb. As she squeezed on my hard cock we started to move. After only a few short minutes she was grunting out her orgasm, and I started to fill her womb with spurt and spurt of hot sticky sperm. As Abby slid off of me Geri was there to suck me clean, she made sure that she was not going to miss a single drop. As Abby watched her sister suck my cock down her throat, she was scooping out my hot cum and licking it from her fingers. Jenny was amazed that the girls loved the taste of my cum so much. After Geri finished with me I was so tired that I was having trouble keeping my eyes open. As I looked at the clock I was amazed to realize that the girls had been playing for almost two hours as I watched with a constant hard-on. Jenny noticed my condition and told them that it was time for bed. As usual, there were no complaints as each of the girls gave us a kiss and went off to bed. I wasn't sure if they would be sleeping in their own beds, but that wasn't any of my business. Jenny and I cuddled down into bed; she was lying on my chest with my arms wrapped around her and she whispered, "Thank you darling, you will never know what you have done for me today." I tried to think about this but found that my mind was foggy and muddled. I kissed her and then fell off to sleep. ------- Chapter 13 I wasn't sure what was happening. Maybe I had done something wrong. Both Abby and Sandy were staying away from me. Abby didn't even show up for my work sessions. I realized that I missed our unique brand of working together. Maybe I had just grown used to having her tight little pussy wrapped around my fat cock, but I hoped not. I loved her and hoped that I never started to think like that. I made a point of not seeking either of them out. I didn't want to appear to be forcing them into anything, but I knew that my writing was not as good when Abby wasn't there. She did provide a lot of good ideas when I worked, and she seemed to have a real talent for story telling. Geri and Susan were quick to notice that my mornings were suddenly free and took the opportunity to fill-in for Abby. One of them always wanted to help me work. Susan liked to sit on my lap, like Abby did, with my cock resting in her pussy until she couldn't stand it any more. Geri enjoyed getting down between my legs and sucking me down her throat until I couldn't stand it any more. They both were having a wonderful time, but I was still concerned about Sandy and Abby. As soon as I would come into a room with them they would close their notebooks, and leave. They were writing something, and I hoped that it wasn't something that might land me in a cozy little jail cell. It was about two weeks later that they came to me and asked if they could use my computer. I knew that both of them knew how, so I said yes, as long as they were careful not to destroy my work. Sandy gave me a look reserved for morons, but I was still a little nervous. They were in there for more than an hour before they came out. They had used the scanner and the color printer and printed out what they had been working on for the last two weeks. It was small children's book. I was amused as I looked at the cover; it was simple with bold wording and a general picture that looked to be traced from some other book. As I turned the page, I saw the title page. It had the title: "Sammy and Bean... by Abigail Baxter... Artwork by Sandra Baxter". I had never officially adopted the girls, and it touched me that they would choose to use my name over their own. It looked very good, but when I turned the next page I wasn't amused anymore. The artwork was not traced. I was looking at original artwork, and it was very good. I could see that Sandy had a real talent. As I read the story I knew that the girls had really worked very hard on this, and the story was just as good as the artwork. I knew that they had done this to impress me, and they had succeeded. As I looked at their book, I knew that they deserved recognition. I didn't say a word, but I turned around and walked into my den and closed the door. I had to look around on the computer for a while but I did manage to find their work files. I then put them in order and e-mailed it off to Roy. As soon as it was sent I gave Roy a call and told him that I wanted him to look at the girl's work, and what they had done. He sounded a little reluctant but said that he would look at it. Normally somebody else handled the children's books. He said that if it looked any good then he would forward it to them. I asked him, as a special favor, to at least look at it and make a decision today and let me know what he thought. I decided to get a little work done until I heard from Roy. I was keeping my fingers crossed, but I also knew that I was a fluke in the publishing business, and that it didn't normally work that way. I had a lot of luck getting started, but I was still hoping. Roy called after an hour. He said, "It is unusual to get books that don't have to have much editing done to them, but that the children's editor was very impressed. She was even more impressed when she found out that neither of the authors were over 12 years old, and that included the artwork. She said that she would like to see anything else that the girls do. If it is anywhere near as good as this, then she will want to publish it too. Oh yea... I did tell her that you guys are terrible with contracts, but that I would make sure that I got one signed for her. Well how will we do the royalties for this one?" I didn't even have to think about that. I told him that I wanted him to set up a college trust fund for the girls and all the money that they made was to go into that. He laughed and said that was very sensible and that he would be glad to do it. Before Roy hung up the phone he paused for a minute, and said, "John, I have to apologize for the way that I acted when you called. I was putting you off, and I didn't want to hurt your feelings. I knew that it was another proud father, and that the girls work would be first grade coloring book stuff. As soon as I saw it I felt ashamed. I know you better than that, and I had to tell you that I was wrong and that I won't ever do that to you again. Oh, and one last thing, what did you do, give Jenny and the girls a talent test before you would marry her? You are a lucky man John." I was a little choked up, but I could still reply, "You better believe it." Then we hung up the phone. I sat for a while before there was a knock on the door. Geri came in and told me that it was time for lunch. I realized that I had tears in my eyes as I got up and wiped away the tears. I took the girl's book and put it in a folder. Then I carried it with me as I headed out to lunch. Roy was right, I was a lucky man. Jenny was looking at me funny when I came into the kitchen. The girls all looked like someone had just broken a window, and there was not a sign of a conversation. I knew then that Geri told them that I was crying. Damn, you couldn't get away with anything around here. Jenny gave me a questioning look, and I shrugged it off as I sat down at the table. Once everybody was seated I handed Jenny the folder. I told her to look at what her daughters had done. You could have heard a pin drop as Jenny looked through the book. She was impressed with it as well. I could tell from the look on her face. As she handed it back she looked to me for some explanation. I looked to the girls and asked them if I could keep it. They both looked at each other, and said yes that they had made it for me. I turned to them and told them, "You might have made it for me, but I couldn't keep it. I thought that it was too good to keep to myself. So I sent it to my publisher Roy, and asked him to tell me what he thought." Both girls had their mouth hanging open and a quick glance at Jenny confirmed a similar expression. I thought that Sandy was going to cry when she blurted out that no one else was ever supposed to see her drawings. That they were horrible and how could I have done that to her? I caught her before she could run out of the room, and pulled her in to my lap. "Honey, you have a beautiful talent and your drawings are great. I think that one-day you will be a great artist. You are better than almost everybody right now, and you will only get better as you get more instruction." She didn't look convinced as she looked at me. She thought that I was just trying to make her feel better. It was then that I told them that Roy thought that they were really good too. As a matter of fact they even thought that it was so good that they weren't going to change anything before they printed it. It was then that Sandy was looking like a goldfish out of water, her eyes were big and her mouth was moving but there wasn't anything coming out. Jenny had a little of the fish syndrome, but she wasn't a complete goldfish and Abby was smiling like a ray of sunshine. "You mean that they are really gonna print it, and like sell it in the bookstore?" I had to smile at this one. I knew what it felt like to have that feeling, and as the realization began to sink in I could see it on both of their faces. I knew that look; I had worn it for a time myself. I knew that it would take a little while before it would wear off. "Now I have some bad news for the new authors." I delivered this as solemn as possible to get their attention. I wanted to make sure that it got through to them. I knew that nothing really got through to me for about a week once everything sunk in, so I needed to make this as serious as possible. Both of the girls looked as though I was about to pull the rug out from under them at any second. "You will not be getting any money for your book. I have had it all put into a college trust fund. If you don't want to go to college, then I will release it to you then, but you can't touch a dime until college. Both of you girls understand that?" They looked at each other, and then Abby ran around the table and jumped up into my lap with Sandy. I wasn't sure that I would live through this. The death certificate would either say died by suffocation of kisses, or hugged to death. They were both smiling and happy again. A quick look at Jenny showed a proud mother, and Geri and Susan both looked as happy and proud as Jenny. I was glad that everybody was happy. I almost expected the girls to be sad or angry about the money. I was relieved that they weren't. I announced that tonight would be dinner out, in honor of the new authors of the family. Jenny and I talked later that night, after we went to bed. The main reason that she opened the rental business was to make enough money to put the girls through college. All of them knew it, as they all wanted to go to college, but she just didn't have enough money to send them all. Not without some additional help. She told me that even though she had been careful with her money, it just didn't go as far as she had hoped. The rental business used most of her savings to get started, and the profits were good, but maintenance and upkeep and new equipment kept eating into the profits. She was sure that even by the time that they were ready for college she wouldn't have enough to send them all. Things just kept cropping up unexpectedly. Now that they had a college fund she was sure that she would be able to send the girls to college, and it took a lot of pressure off of her mind. As I looked at her I couldn't believe my ears. I had a hard time controlling my voice as I said, "Do you think that I wouldn't have sent them to college?" As I looked into her eyes I could tell that she was embarrassed. She spoke softly, maybe even a little shy, "John darling, I know that you love the girls, but do you have any idea what colleges cost these days? I couldn't expect you to spend all of your savings sending the girls to college. Darling I love you just the way that you are. I know that you aren't rich. You have this beautiful house, but you don't work and you drive that beat up old truck. I would never forgive myself if you spent all of your money on the girls." As I looked at Jenny I realized that we had never discussed finances. I wasn't concerned about her money, and I assumed that she knew that I had plenty of money. As I thought about it I began to realize that she was right. I had never told her anything about my finances, I sill drive a beat-up old pickup, I didn't dress like a person with money, and I didn't act like I had a spare dime to my name. I guess that old habits were hard to break. I laughed as I got out of bed; I grabbed her hand as I did and headed down to the den. When we got there I took my savings account book and the checkbook from the desk drawer and told her to take a look at my sorry state of affairs. After she looked at the checkbook, she took a peek at the saving statement. I almost had to catch her as she lost her footing. I told her that writing fiction is not a bad life and I could even afford a new truck if she thought that it was really needed. ------- Epilogue Sandy did graduate college as an art major. She has gotten even better at her drawings and painting, and she is very successful. We have some beautiful paintings on the living room wall that she did. She married a nice guy that she met in college. She has a strong handsome son that Jenny says looks just like Bob. Her daughter is just as beautiful as she is, and shows a talent for art as well. They are a normal, healthy, happy family and I am glad that she is happy. They come to visit every few years, but we do get cards, letters, e-mails and the unexpected painting. She knows that we will always love her. Susan graduated college as a business major. I gave her a loan to get her business going, as she started a small consulting firm. She is doing well. Her clients are fortune 500 companies, and in the business world she is feared more than the IRS and SEC combined. She has a lesbian lover at the moment. All of her relationships in college were the greasy biker type of guys, for a period of time she was into the S&M world, and she still sports some tattoos that I would think twice about. I don't think that even sailors would get some of the ones that she still has. She spent some time with a shrink to help her with her feelings of guilt about what happened to Abby, and she says that she has a pretty good grip on things now. We were happy that she is doing better, and we tell her that we love and miss her. She doesn't visit very often, as she is always busy with work. Geri never finished college. She says that she plans to go back some day, but I don't think that she ever will. She met a guy in college and ended up getting pregnant. I know that it couldn't have been an accident, not with her life here before she went away to college. She refused to marry the guy though. She said that he didn't meet up to her standards of what a father should be. She said that he wasn't even much of a sperm donor, and I almost choked when she said that. She told us at dinner one night, I think that she did it on purpose. She is a single mom working in a specialty shop, she says that she really loves it, and flatly refuses any offer of help. She still visits often, as she refused to move very far from home. She likes to come to the lake on weekends and play in the water. She still likes to slip into my den and suck my cock down her throat. Her daughter is just like her, she is very forward and curious about everything. I am glad that we never took off the locks in the house. Abby was always my favorite. She not only graduated college, but also got a master in English Literature. She wrote a number of children's books before she entered high school. In high school she was writing various teen books, like mysteries and adventures and even tried her hand at a couple of romances. She said that she didn't have the talent for the romance; she said that they made her sick but the publisher liked them. She chose a local junior college and then the State College, so she could come home on weekends. Her college fund got so large that she ended up transferring money into college funds for all of the girls. Jenny and I never had to put out any money for the girls to go to college, even though I told Abby that it wasn't necessary. She refused to listen and did it anyway. I don't think that the girls realize that it was Abby, but she doesn't care. When she finished college she returned home. All through school she never dated, even though Jenny and I tried to get her to. She said that there was nothing that she wanted from any of them. It was the same through college. In my opinion, which might be a bit biased, she is the most beautiful woman of all the girls. There were boys following her like puppies, but she wouldn't have anything to do with any of them. She had a reputation of a lesbian, but she squelched that as well when she slapped a lesbian that made a pass at her. It was in front of the student union building, and then they didn't know what to call her, so they simply left her alone. She heard that the news was that she was afraid of sex. We thought that was a bit funny as she was sitting on my cock at the time that she told me. It was a shock when Abby turned up pregnant. It was the end of her last semester at school. Her reputation suffered a tremendous blow, but I almost had a stroke. Jenny was not thrilled either. Abby didn't care what either of us thought. She wanted my baby, and she was determined to have it. She is an accomplished author in her own right. Roy was very happy to take her on. He said that he has always enjoyed the idea of handling a family of authors. We still spend a lot of our time writing like we used to. My cock can't fit into her womb anymore, but she says that is still fells just as good, and it makes her feel just as loved. Jenny has been the heart and soul of my life since I married her. I could no more imagine life without her as trying to breathe water. So is literally my reason for living. I never tire of telling her how much I love her. She still looks just as beautiful today as the day that I first saw her. She hasn't gained a pound. If I hunt for next five years I still won't be able to find a thing wrong with her. She calls me a liar, but she loves every minute of it. In my heart I know that every word is the truth. John Baxter, Well what can I say about him? He writes fantasy novels. He loves his wife and children. He has started to get fat lately, even though Jenny says that it is all my imagination I am the one who puts on the pants that are just a bit too tight. I tell her that she is a liar, but she won't listen to me either. I know the truth, and to be honest I can't seem to get control of it, so I guess that I will just have to put on a few pounds here and there. Jenny and the girls still love me, so why cares anyway? Even as I write this Abby is sitting on my lap. She asks me to finish this with a quote from her. So I will do as she asks. "I don't think that I would ever have become the person that I have become without my daddy. He has loved me, cared for me and protected me. He is the only daddy that I have ever known. He has shown me what I can be, encouraged me through his every action. He loves my mother and my sisters more than life itself. He has never failed to be there for any of us. He came to us at a time in our lives when we needed someone very much. He was a knight in shining armor. He has disciplined me, but he has never hurt me. He has made me the woman that I am. I am strong and self-reliant. My son will be taught all of the things that I have learned. He will be a loving daddy one-day; and I hope with all my heart, that one day his daughter will tell the world what I am telling you. That is John Baxter." ------- The End ------- Posted: 2007-11-01 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------