Mike grinned at her comment, then sobered up to ask, "Why did you call Dad an asshole? I agree, but I always got the impression he doted on you."
"Yeah, growing up, I felt I had him wrapped around my finger. Then a few weeks ago, he decided to try to collect. Said it was only fair." Ellie looked at her brother and saw the anger building. "No, Mike, it wasn't with him. He tried to set me up for one of his big customers.
"It was the way he said take him out and show him a 'good time' and don't be upset if he gets a little touchie-feelie. I got an idea what the weekend would be like and told Dad I had an important paper to finish and an exam to study for.
"He started that old 'sauce for the goose' talk about playing fair with customers. I almost asked him if he had fucked the guy's daughter. Maybe I should have. You say he has a girl staying in the company apartment. Have you seen her?"
She almost choked from laughing when he told her about walking in on them. "In our living room! I swear, the only brains he has are in his dick. Did you tell Mom about that? No? Good; she doesn't need to know how lucky she is." Mike pulled into the driveway, and almost before he could stop, she was out of the car and on her way in the front door.
Part XIV
Mike grabbed her suitcase from the back of his Jeep and was just entering the door when he heard his sister asking if the pool was useable. She was just removing her panties when he walked into the kitchen, in front of a very shocked Maggie. "Ellie, what are you doing? Your brother..."
"Oh, Mom, don't be such a stick. It's not the first time he's seen all of me, and probably not the last. Are you going to come in with me? Skinny dipping is so much fun; nearly as good as...well, maybe not that good, but it is better than with a suit on."
"What on earth are they teaching you down there, young la...woman; you're certainly no lady any more."
Ellie grinned and began unbuttoning her mother's shirt. "C'mon, Mom. Try it. Don't worry about Mike. I'm sure he's seen lots of T 'n' P. Hell, we stopped at Waverley's on the way home and the waitress practically jumped on him when we walked in." By this time, Ellie was pushing her mother's shirt off her shoulders, revealing the fact she wore no bra.
Maggie grabbed for her hands, trying to stop her determined daughter. "Ellie. Stop this nonsense, now. No, Ellie! Leave my shorts alone. Ellie, I said stop! No, not my panties! Mike, stop looking at me. You shouldn't see me naked, like this. Go grab us some towels and bring out a bottle of wine and some glasses. And some robes!" she shouted after him. Ellie took hold of Maggie's arm and led her out to the pool.
"And Mike," called Ellie, "you can't come out unless you're naked!"
"Ellie," admonished Maggie. "What's gotten into you? Or shouldn't I ask?"
"Well, Momma," she replied, with a sly smile, "I have to confess, I haven't exactly been a nun while I've been away. In fact, a few nights ago I had my first threesome with a couple of guys I let pick me up. It wasn't a very good experience. Mike said he'd take me to the clinic to get checked for STDs."
"You told Mike? Wh...Why?" Maggie plopped down on one of the chaises, her legs crossed and her arms shielding her breasts. Ellie sat down beside her, their knees touching, and leaned so their shoulders touched. She thought for a moment.
"His opinion of me means a lot to me and I didn't want him to hear it from somebody else. He taught me a lot about men and women, and it has really helped me deal with relationships while I've been in school. And so far, he's been right in what he taught me."
"I'm almost afraid to ask..." Maggie looked at her daughter, not sure she really wanted the answer she expected. Ellie looked her in the face, with no trace of shame as she answered.
"Yes, he was my first, and so far, my best ever, and not just because he was first, but because he loved me enough to care about my needs, too. We didn't just fuck, or have sex, Mom. He made love to me. You should let him make love to you, too. It would remind you of what love is supposed to be about."
"Ellie! How do you..."
"Mom, I'm right across the hall. I can hear you moaning, and, sometimes, I can even hear your vibrator. A few times with Mike, and you'd throw that toy away, I'm sure."
Maggie was just about to say something when Mike coughed to discreetly announce his presence. "If you want a swim before we go, you should get it now. We have to be at the restaurant in a little less than two hours, and it'll take almost a half hour to get there that time of night." He struggled to not stare at the two women who were facing him. Ellie saw his struggle and grinned as she reached out and drew Maggie to her side.
"I guess I'll have to wait. Maybe when we get home, you and I can have an after dark swim, Mikey. Isn't Mom beautiful? So slender and such pretty titties. And you can tell she doesn't have to trim her pussy. Wouldn't you just love to kiss it?" She reached over and pulled Maggie's legs open.
"Ellie!" Maggie and Mike shouted in unison.
"What? You both want to, so why not admit it?" She released Maggie and walked up to Mike. Taking hold of his semi-hard cock, she reached up and kissed him. "I told her about us," she whispered. Mike's stomach sank as he looked at his mother, whose hands, at that moment, were busy, each subtly kneading the breast it was covering.
He gave Ellie a smack on the butt and sent her into the house to get changed for dinner. When she was safely inside, he grabbed a robe and walked to his mother. "Mike," she started. "Your sister?"
He opened the robe and held it for her. When she had her arms in the sleeves, he wrapped his around her and pulled her onto his lap as he sat down. He held her tightly against him as he told her about Ellie's Senior Ball experience.
Maggie was still wrapped in his arms, cuddled into his chest when he finished. She turned her face up and kissed him. "I'm glad you were there for her. For the rest of the weekend, as long as your father is around, we have to behave like mother and son. Tuesday, We'll leave Maggie here, while you drive Meg to our trysting place.
"Let's go get dressed."
Part XV
Dinner was as successful as possible under the circumstances. Harry was more than impressed at the end of the meal when he called for the bill and found that the dinner was on the chef because of Mike's impending employment and winning the end of year competition.
Mike was asked if he wanted to see the kitchen, and accepted the offer. He was duly impressed with the set up and by the personnel he met, some of whom he knew from school. He was gone a bit more than a half hour, and returned to find the two women alone. Maggie saw the question in his face as he rejoined them.
"Your father, if you want to claim him as such, will be spending the night with his whore at the apartment. He will be around this weekend, moving his belongings out of the house."
"What happened?"
"Your sister asked him how he had made out with Mr McAllister. When I asked how she knew him, your father fell all over himself trying to explain that she had misunderstood his request. When I asked what he had requested, he hemmed and hawed a bit, then said he'd be moving out of the house this weekend. Before you ask, no, I didn't ask or tell him to; he volunteered.
"And that other situation we talked about earlier, that hasn't changed either. I have a feeling you might be busy," she said, with a smile, nodding toward Ellie.
Mike glanced at his sister, who was busy contemplating her plate. He just smiled and suggested it was time they left. When the valet delivered the car, Ellie got into the back seat and pushed Mike toward the driver's seat. "You and Mom sit up front, please. I have some thinking to do, and you'd make it hard to concentrate."
"You okay, El? Anything wrong?" Mike asked, glancing in the rear view mirror, concern evident in his voice, echoed by their mother.
"Hmm, yeah, no, I mean, I just need to think about some stuff. I'm fine."
On the way home, Mike talked about the kitchen tour, avoiding the questions he had about his father's departure, all the while keeping an eye on his sister via the rear view. She sat huddled in the passenger side corner, ignoring him and his mother unless they asked her a direct question, and then answering only in monosyllables.
Just as they turned onto Belle Vista, movement in the mirror caught his eye. He glanced and saw she had sat up and was now looking straight ahead, with a small smile on her face, all signs of stress and worry gone.
"Got if figured out?" he asked.
She looked at him, her smile widening. "No, not all of it. But I have the starting points identified to finding the answers. Now it's just deciding on the steps. I need to talk to you two before we go to bed, but after we get into something comfortable. Mike, could you fix me one of those drinks I had at Waverley's?"
Half an hour later, the trio sat in the den of the large house, dressed in pajamas or lounging clothes. Ellie had her highball, holding it in her hands, nervously turning it between her palms. Maggie was sipping a glass of cream sherry, while Mike nursed a glass of port. "What's on your mind, honey?" Maggie asked.
Ellie continued to rotate her drink and stare at the floor for several seconds. She shifted her gaze to her companions for a few more, then shook her head, as if clearing away the cobwebs, took a drink and said, "I want to come to the cabin with you."
"What?" cried Mike.
"But, your trip..." started Maggie.
"And I'm going to transfer schools, and go to WestConn next year."
"Ellie, what in hell are you talking about?" demanded Mike.
She looked at him, a determined look on her face. "I...I've been thinking about it for a while. Going to P'town is a lot of fun; it's a real party school, and the weather is good all year round for swimming and sunning, but it's not a real good school for serious students who want to get more than just a paper saying they went to college.
"The junior year abroad program sounds good on paper, but when you look at who's going, most of the students are from families who can pay the extra cost. There isn't a serious student who's on scholarship who was selected. And it's not because they didn't apply; I know of at least four who did, who were told if they were selected, their scholarships would cover the cost." She stopped to take a drink, and drained her glass. With a small shudder, she continued.
"On top of all that, I don't think I can trust Dad to pay for me to live over there. Not after tonight. I'm sure he's going to think I set him up by asking about Mr. McAllister. I just meant to rattle his chain a little. I didn't expect that kind of reaction, certainly not him moving out. With his funny ideas about fairness, it would be like him to cut off my support after a couple of month's to leave me stranded." She started to tear up, and you could hear the anger begin in her voice.
"I know you'd both try to help out, but he's the one who promised to support me through college, and if he thinks I somehow betrayed him, then, as far as he's concerned, that releases him from any obligation to me. And he's the one who tried to set me up with that old...ennnh!" she finished, with a shudder.
Maggie and Mike both got up to sit by Ellie on the couch. "It's okay, honey. If you want to transfer, that's fine. And if you want to come to the cabin, that's fine, too, but I have to warn you, Mike and I..."
"I know, Mom, that's what this afternoon was all about. I was trying to give you both a head start on your total nudity. And I still think you and he should ..."
"What do you think, Mike? Can you handle two women?" interrupted Maggie, looking at her son over her daughter's head. "Two needy, horny women, who will likely be slavering over your cock all day and night?"
"Slavering over my cock. I like the sound of that. Two of you at once, huh? It might kill me, but I'll be the happiest corpse you ever saw," he said with a grin. "On a serious note, first thing in the morning, you should call a locksmith and get the locks changed as soon as possible. I don't think he'd do any damage to the house, but he might come in and try to mess things up pretty badly."
Maggie nodded. "I'll take care of that as soon as I get up. Well, unless there's something else, I'm off to bed. Don't stay up too late. I'll need your help packing up your father's crap."
Ellie sat up. "Mike, you go with Mom tonight. I still have some sorting out to do, and...it's best if I do it alone."
"Sweetie..."
"It's really okay, Mom. I just need to think, and if he's around... I know it wouldn't happen. The thinking I mean. It would definitely happen."
Maggie laughed and, cocking her head, looked at her son. Without saying a word, Mike rose and stepped to his mother, embracing her. "You're sure, El?"
She looked up, her face momentarily grim, but broke into a wide smile when she saw the couple. "You two look like you were made for each other. Off with you now. Go enjoy yourselves."
Part XVI
After the soon-to-be lovers disappeared up the stairs, Ellie checked the doors and outed the lights, then went to her room. From one of her bags of luggage, she extracted a plain brown paper bag which held her purchases from the sex shop she had visited Thursday morning.
There was a pair of fuzzy handcuffs, connected by a long airplane cable, a realistic looking 9-inch dildo, a cat, made of knotted polyester yarns, a two inch by thirty-six inch piece of double sided velcro, some vinyl gloves, and a warming lube, suggested by the clerk when Ellie had told her why she wanted the items.
She had wandered through the small store for a half hour or more, not sure exactly what she wanted. She remembered being caressed and then abused with something, and recognized the cat as the 'toy' immediately when she saw the bondage displays. That's where she found the cuffs and velcro, too. She had picked up the dildo and some lube on the way back to the front of the store to pay for them.
When the clerk, who was dressed, and made up, to look like a 1950's Playboy cartoon streetwalker, saw her purchases, she had commented, "Oooohh, looks like someone's going to have some fun tonight."
"I hope not," answered Ellie, with a trace of bitterness in her voice.
"Mm, sounds like a get-even party. You sure you want to do that, hon? Those usually escalate into some pretty mean times."
"Not this time. The bastard set me up for a blind date that turned into a train. After this, he'll never get near enough to touch me again."
"Hmm. Then let me make a suggestion. Instead of this lube, use this one. It contains capsaicin oil. That's the stuff that makes chili peppers hot. And something to think about, after you get him opened up with that plastic cock, fist the bastard. Just put on a vinyl glove to protect your hand and smear it with the lube. He'll need to shit sitting on a block of ice for a week."
Now, all she had to do was to get him alone for an hour or so.
Part XVII
Mike closed the door behind him and leaned against it, looking at his mother, not believing his dream of eight years was about to come true. Maggie stood by the bed, dressed in light pink satin lounging pajamas. The jacket was loose, and fell across her bosom lightly, but enough so that her erect nipples tented the fabric.
She looked at her son's face, seeing the combination of love and lust, and felt herself open. She smiled at him. "Never lose that expression," she told him. "It says to the woman you're with that she's the most desirable woman in your world."
"That's the god's honest truth. I've never seen anyone as beautiful or as sexy as you are at this moment. I still can't believe we're here. I've dreamt about doing this with you for as long as I've known what it means."
He pushed himself away from the door and approached her. "What it means?" she asked, putting her hands on his shoulders as his hands reached for the buttons on her jacket.
"The expression of love between a man and a woman. The act that unites two halves into one whole." He slipped the jacket from her shoulders as he bent down to kiss her. She felt the jacket fall from her arms and his hands encircle her waist, drawing her to him. Her arms reached up around his neck while his hands slipped inside the elastic waistband of her pants, pushing them off her.
.
With an alluring smile, she pulled back slightly and tugged his tee shirt out of his sweat shorts, and over his head. "That long, huh? Why did you wait so long to act?" she asked, teasingly.
"If I'd thought you wouldn't be creeped out, believe me, I would have... even now, here like this, I'm surprised you didn't run screaming this afternoon when I told you my plans."
She smiled and pushed her hands into his waistband, hooking her thumbs on the outside and pushing them down. "When you masturbate, do you think of us together, doing this?" He nodded. Closing in to capture his lips again, she whispered, "So do I."
With a moan, Mike lifted his mother, cradling her in his arms and carried her the few steps to her marital bed. He knee walked to the center and lay her down, capturing a nipple with his lips at the same time.
"Yessss," she hissed, and reached for his staff. Finding it all ready for use, she moaned. "Oh, Mike, Mike, just take me! Right now, I need you in me! I've been ready for you since this afternoon. Do it, now, please!"
Mike turned his body parallel to hers and kissed her, moving his body over hers. Maggie opened her thighs, spreading her knees as far as she could, to give him total access to her quim. She felt his helmet slide up and down her crease, and reached down to guide it into her. "Yesss," she moaned as it slid into her. Her legs lifted and circled her son's waist.
"Oh, shit, Mikey, this feels so good. So right. Don't move yet. I just want to feel you in me. Come down. Lay on me. Yes, like that. Mmm, kiss me, really kiss me. I want you in me everywhere you can be. Ungggh, what?" she laughed as he slipped a finger in her butt. "Mmhmm," she moaned, tightening her arms and legs around him
He began rocking slowly, moving his pubes against her clitoris. She began rocking her hips in answer to his movements, which began to increase in tempo and intensity. Maggie broke the kiss and increased her hip motion, flexing her Kegel muscles to grasp and release the cock inside her sheath.
Mike groaned as he felt the milking motion of her pussy, lengthening his strokes. "Oh, fuck, Momma, that feels so good. Unh, keep...keep doin' that and I'll come too soon."
"That's okay, honey. When we've got three weeks, too soon doesn't exist, even if I do have to share you. Go ahead and paint the inside of my pussy with your cum," she whispered against his ear, squeezing his cock with her PC muscles. "C'mon, Mikey, come in your momma. Spray me with your seed. I want to feel your cum in my cunt, my horny son, my own personal motherfucker. That's what you are, isn't it? My personal momma's screw. C'mon, Mikey, pop your cum...c... cum uh uh ohoh oh my my my I'm I'm aaahhhhhhhhh yessss!"
Maggie collapsed in his arms as he sprayed his seed in her, then, he, like her, collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep.
Part XVIII
Her bladder woke Maggie in the morning. Mike was spooning her, his arms around her, with his right hand cupping her left breast. She smiled, remembering last night. As she moved away from her son, she became aware of the stickiness on the inside of her thighs, eliciting a wider grin.
She made it out of bed without disturbing the source of her pleasure and padded into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and stepped inside, then released her stream. The sound of the shower stirred Mike and he got out of bed and stumbled over the clothes on the floor, alerting him to where he had spent the night. With a wide smile, he hurried into the en suite and slipped into the shower behind his mother. She turned her back to the shower head and looked at her son, smiling. "Slowpoke," she said, her eyes full of love. She moved to him and into his arms. "Thank you; last night, I think, was the best time I've had since before Ellie was conceived. Maybe before you." She closed her eyes and rested her head against his chest.
"Mike bent down to kiss the top of her head. "So Dad wasn't your first time?" he asked.
With a trace of pique, she asked, "What makes you say that, and what business is it of yours?"
Mike relaxed his hold on her waist. "Whoa, I'm sorry, Mom. I wasn't prying. The other day Dad said you got pregnant before you graduated from high school and got married when I started to show. From the way he told it, I assumed he was your first lover. I wasn't trying to be nosey."
Maggie relaxed, accepting his apology and explanation. "Maybe someday, I'll tell you all about my depraved past, although from what Ellie told me about her activities down in Florida, they were quite tame by today's standards, apparently. I was never with more than one guy at a time." She gave Mike a sideways look. "And usually not more than two on the same day."
"Usually?" he laughed, grabbing her around the waist and holding her in the shower steam. "Explain yourself, woman."
Maggie was laughing so hard she was gasping for breath, and choking on the water which made its way into her mouth from the shower. She reached out and shut off the water. "Okay!" she was finally able to gasp out. "But don't blame me if you don't like what you hear. Remember, I was only sixteen. They stepped out of the shower and began to dry each other, and return to the bedroom.
"I was booked for a swimsuit spread which was being shot down in South Carolina, or North, I don't remember, but we were shooting on one of the coastal islands. It was one of those days where it was either overcast or sunny, with the light either a feast or famine situation. They would spend a half hour setting up a shot, and just like that, the light would change." Maggie pulled some underwear from her dresser and pulled on her panties. Mike sat down on the bed to watch her and listen.
"There were four girls, and I was the youngest. The others were all nineteen or twenty. And three guys who were being used as extras. It was supposed to look like friends having a picnic. Well, when we weren't in the shot, we got bored sitting around, and being young, with three good looking guys... During the day, I made it back behind the dunes with each of them.
"That was just a couple of weeks before I met your father. He probably thought he was my first. He was certainly the thickest I had had at that point. So, no he wasn't the first, and, I'm not proud to say, he wasn't the last." Maggie pulled a tee shirt and pair of mid thigh length shorts from her dresser and slipped them on, looking at Mike.
"To be quite honest, sweetheart, I'm glad Harry never questioned his role in your birth. At that time, my periods were extremely irregular, and the doctor wouldn't prescribe anything to help straighten them out, saying they'd regulate themselves in time. They did, after you were born. Besides Harry and the three models, there were two other possibilities. A photographer's assistant, and a classmate who was at another party that week."
Mike chuckled. "Busy little minx, weren't you?"
Maggie, bent over, tying her shoes, glanced at him, to gauge the meaning behind the question. Seeing no anger or disgust, she kept the anger at the apparent insult out of her voice. "Oh, I don't know. That was six in about as many weeks. I hear today, on college campuses, and even at some high school parties, it's not uncommon for a girl to do that many at one party." She stood up and faced him, her hands on her hips.
"You going down to breakfast like that?" she asked, looking at his nudeness.
Mike looked down, then back at Maggie, aware of the tension between them. "Mom," he began, "I'm sorry. That was, it wasn't, didn't come out the way I meant it. It sounded crude; all I meant to say was that it sounded like you had a healthy attitude toward you body. That's all."
"Thank you." She laughed. "With all your questions about my sex life, I guess I'm feeling defensive. It's like you were gathering information for a book, or spying."
Mike swallowed and sat down. He looked at his mother and patted the bed beside him. "Maybe you should sit down.
"This is probably going to be as hard for me to say, as it is for you to hear, but given last night, I think I should tell you. Dad has asked me to convince you to divorce him, and to broker what I feel is a fair settlement, dividing the family assets..."
Maggie sat, stunned, and listened as he went on to explain the deal he had made with Harry, including paying for all their entertainment expenses over the summer. When he was done, she just sat and stared at him. After several, very long minutes, she spoke.
"Where is my Mikey, and what has happened to him? Jesus Christ, Mike! You can't be serious, and think any of that would happen!" When he raised his eyebrows and looked at the bed and himself, Maggie looked puzzled, then laughed. "Okay, but..."
"Mom, right now, at this minute, what is keeping you from agreeing to a divorce, given a fifty-fifty split of the property?"
She sat down on the side of the bed. "I...uh, I...mm, ahh, uhh, nothing, really. I don't even care about him accepting responsibility for where we are. But I do want him to pay for Ellie's college, until she get's her qualifying degree for whatever profession she chooses. That is non-negotiable."
"Okay, I'll type it up this afternoon, and give it to him when we get back from the cabin. We are going to the cabin, aren't we?" he asked, standing up and extending his hand to help her up.
"We are? And do you expect to repeat last night?" She replied, taking his hand.
"Expect? I don't know. Hope? Yes, I do, Meg."
"That's good, because I do and I expect Ellie does. Does she know what your sneaky asshole father asked you to do?" She headed for the door.
"Remember when she said she just wanted to help you accept total nudity?" He slipped his arm around her waist. "That's why. She told me I should take you up to the cabin and seduce you, but by then I had already started."
She slapped his butt. "Get dressed. I'm going to go call a lock smith. Then I'll start breakfast."
"Don't call the guys we usually use. Dad could probably talk them into giving him a key. There was a kid in my class whose father had a shop...Dale, um, shit...oh, shit!" he laughed. "Dale Keyes. His dad owns Keyes Locks over on Revere Drive. Call them. Ask for Dale. Remember me to him."
Part XIX
By one o'clock the locks had been changed, Ellie had been to the clinic, and Harry's clothes bagged in large garbage bags and piled on the front porch. "We're going shopping now, Ellie. Are you sure you don't want to come along?"
"Unh uh. I'm going to wait to talk to Dad, to make sure he doesn't think I set him up last night. He said he'd wait until he saw you and Mike leave."
"Okay. Just don't let him in the house, not unless I'm home. Is there any thing special we can pick up for you?"
"A case of Dos Equis would be good."
"What?"
"Mike'll know. It's a really good Mexican beer. If you like beer at all, you'll like it."
"I think I'm glad you're transferring closer to home. I'm not sure I'd know you after two more years at that school. Sex, nudity, assaulting your mother, and now drinking. Tsk tsk." Ellie looked up and saw the wide grin on her mother's face and smiled back.
'But it's all been good so far, hasn't it?"
Maggie shook her head, and, still laughing, left the room. As soon as she and Mike were out the door, Ellie ran to her room to change her clothes. She removed the pullover and shorts she was wearing, along with her panties and bra.
Digging in her suitcase, she found the garments she had filched from her room mate. Designed as loose fitting pajamas, they would do little except cover her body. They certainly wouldn't hide anything, being made of a lightweight white broadcloth.
Donning them, she examined herself in the mirror and nodded her approval. Her dark nipples and wide landing strip were clearly visible. She hurried downstairs and out the front door. Her father's car could be seen just turning into the cul de sac.
Part XX
She sat down by the bags of clothing and let her legs fall open. She pulled the loose legs of her shorts up into her groin, making sure to drag the crotch to one side, revealing her labia. Harry drove up to the front door and got out, walked around the back of the car to open the trunk and started towards his daughter, only to stop mid-step as soon as he saw her.
"Uh, Ellie, baby, um, don't you have something less revealing to wear. Why don't you run in and put something else on?"
"What's wrong, Daddy? Don't you like me showing off my pussy? You didn't seem to mind when you asked me to show it to Mr. McCallister. That is what you meant when you said to show him a good time, isn't it?" She stood up, and walked to meet him.
"Uhm, Ellie, baby, I know that's what I said, and uh, it might uh..." Ellie reached out and took his hand.
"Mom had the locks changed this morning, and I left my key inside. Let's go around back and sit by the pool and talk." She pulled on his arm and, when he turned to follow her, attached one end of the fuzzy handcuffs to his wrist.
"What's this?" he asked, laughing.
"I expect you might get a little uncomfortable with our talk, and I don't want you getting up and running away like you always do. Is it too tight?"
"No, no. It's fine. I don't either always run away. It's just, McCallister, well, he's a special..." They had arrived at the Adirondack chairs next to the pool. Ellie threaded the loose handcuff under the arm on one side and around the back, and under the other arm."
"I gathered that he was special, Daddy. Your other hand please." He stuck his other arm out, for her to cuff. Only then did he realize she had crossed his arms.
"Uh, baby, I, uh, can't sit down like this. You made a mistake."
"No, I didn't, Daddy. I'll explain as I go along. I met Mr McCallister, Dave, just as you asked, even though my roommate warned me that he had a reputation as a bit of a perv; that a number of girls knew him, and knew of him and how the girls he picked up usually came home with sore pussies and several hundred dollars stuck in their panties.
"Tell me, Daddy, which of his sons did you fuck, or was it, they fucked you? Is that why you felt you had to let him fuck me, because it was only fair?" She climbed into the seat of the chair and squatted there in front of him, her naked crotch plainly on display. "Is that what it was, Daddy?" She reached out and unsnapped the waistband of his cargo shorts, and unzipped them.
"Ellie! What in hell do you think you're doing?" He tried to twist away from her, but was blocked by the cuffs restraining his arms. She pushed his shorts and boxers down around his ankles.
"You didn't answer me, Daddy. Were you the fucker or the fucked? Or were you, maybe, the cocksucker? Is that it? Dave walked in and caught you sucking his son's cock, or his son sucking you off? What was it, Daddy? What perverted thing did you do that was so bad you had to sacrifice your little princess?"
She stood up and pulled her shirt off, exposing her bare breasts to her father for the first time since she was seven years old. She grinned an evil grin when she saw his eyes lock on them and his tongue come out to lick his lips. She glanced at his cock and saw the expected growth. With a wider grin, she slipped her hands into her waistband. "Should I take these off, too, Daddy?" she whispered, swaying her hips in a circle.
Harry looked up at her face, the first time since she had climbed into the chair. "N...N...No. Let me go, Ellie. This has gone far enough."
"Far enough?" she laughed. "I haven't even got started, Pop. I'm going to show you what they did to me, in case you didn't know." She pushed her shorts down so she was naked.
"I met Dave and his blonde son, Sydney, at the Beer Cellar. It's a busy restaurant, with a good bar. And that day, the last day of exams, it was very busy. He was easy to find, at a table near the door. He was the oldest person in the place. I sat down after introducing myself, and he asked me what I'd like to drink. I don't usually have a drink with a guy on the first date, so I asked for a ginger ale.
"Because the waitress was so busy, he sent Sydney to the bar for it. We, Dave and I, chit chatted about school and sports, and the economy while Syd was gone. When he got back, we talked some more after I had a drink." She climbed out of the chair and moved behind her father.
"The next thing I was aware of, I was naked, handcuffed to a waist high bar far enough away I had to bend at my hips to reach it." She grabbed Harry by the hips and pulled him back until he was bent almost double. Without her support, if he tried to move, he realized, he'd fall on his face.
"I felt their hands all over me, four strangers feeling my tits, my cunt, my mouth. I could taste cum on their fingers, and realized it was from my pussy. And my ass was sore. I don't know how long I was out, but it was long enough they had time to really fuck me over.
"So, Daddy, tell me, did you fuck his son, or get fucked by him, suck him off, or get sucked off? Tell me true, because your answer will determine what happens to you next."
"What do you mean, what happens to me, next?"
"I told you, I'm going to show you what they did to me. What did you do, Dad. If you don't answer me, then I'll assume you got fucked and can take the bigger cock I got for you."
"No, no! I was visiting Dave at his home for supper. I got there before he got home. Shawn, his younger son, seduced me into letting him eat me. Dave came in just as I was ... you know."
"The word is coming, Dad. Nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone who has gone through puberty gets to do it. So you getting your little head polished got me raped. And you call that a fair trade?"
"I... I... I really didn't, ah, have any idea that's what they were going to do, baby. Now, please let me go."
"Can't do that, Pop. Gotta show you the rest of my evening. After they realized I was awake, you know what they did? Here, let me show you."
Ellie popped her knee into the back of Harry's knees, knocking him to the ground. She quickly straddled his hips and released a stream of hot urine while she crab walked up his body. When he tried to duck his head, she stopped her stream and positioned herself in front of his face.
"None of that, Daddy, take it like I did," and she started pissing again, hitting his forehead, and mouth, which she forced open by pinching his nose. "If you think this is bad, Pop, remember, there were four of them, Dave, his two sons, and another, older guy. I half thought it was you, but he was bigger than you, with a thicker cock. I can tell you I knew, later, when it was him screwing my ass; that hurt like a son of a bitch.
"Yeah, after they pissed all over me, they all fucked me again, and made me clean their cocks when they were done, even after they screwed my ass. Then, Dave told me, it was fun time." she reached between his legs to grab his erect cock and balls, pulling them back between his thighs, which she quickly tied with the velcro she had secreted nearby. When she was done, only the head of his cock and tightly stretched sac, containing his testes, were visible.
She walked over to the pool and fished out the cat-o-nine-tails which had been soaking there all morning. She returned and drew the tails across his back. "Feel good?" she asked, congenially.
"Uh, not bad. Wha...owwww! What the fuck?" She had slapped his butt cheek with the cat.
"Hmmm; that's what I was afraid of. Open your mouth," she ordered, and shove her shorts into it when he complied. "I've got a feeling this may get noisy and I don't want to scare the neighbors. The cat they used on me was more ribbon like, but the lashes were leathery,heavier, and stiffer. Getting hit with it was like getting hit with a ping pong paddle. Brace yourself."
The first cut was high on his ass, just below the small of his back. He thought he'd pass out with the pain, and had a hard time breathing for several seconds. "That was half strength, Pop. Just to get you used to the experience. One more like that to get the screaming out of the way. After that, there'll be five, unless I hear you say something. Then it has to start over."
The next conditioning cut was across the fleshy globes of his ass, and elicited a clearly audible cry and tears. "Suck it up, Pop. If that were for real, I'd have to start over." She pulled the gag from his mouth, allowing him to inhale in great rasping breaths.
"No, no more. Let me go, you sadistic bitch. Right now! Or so help me..."
It was another cut across the fleshy part of his ass. There was no scream. He had no breath to scream with. The next blow Ellie delivered, almost immediately, was a backhand cut that wrapped around the left side of his gluteus, and reached around to his left hip.
It was quickly followed by a similarly placed cut on the right side. The combination drove him to the ground. She let him recover for about a half a minute. Just enough for the pain begin to abate. The next to last blow repeated her first conditioning blow, driving him back to the ground.
"Please, Ellie; no more. I... AIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!"
Her last cutting blow was across the back of his thighs, just below his ass and across his exposed genitals.
"I guess that one really hurt, huh, Dad. Imagine that on a pussy which was so sore from fucking that it hurt when someone blew on it. Syd said I was out for almost ten minutes, and they were afraid that I was dead. But when I started to come around, they got me ready for the final insult.
"Remember, I told you about the guy with the really big dick. It was about this size," she said, showing him the nine inch dildo she had purchased. "I have to use this on you to get you ready for the last part of our demonstration.
"I've got some lube here," she said, smearing some of the capsicum ointment on the head of the dildo. "Up on your knees now, Dad. Just relax, Make like you're taking a shit and push on your anus."
She pushed her index finger into her father's asshole, smearing the warming jelly around the inside of his anal sphincter. After pulling it out, she pushed it and her middle finger in and attempted to spread them apart, eliciting a moaning groan.
"Shit, Ellie what are you doing back there. It's starting to burn."
"Just lubing you up, Daddy; don't want to cause you any unnecessary pain, now, do we?"
"Then let me go, goddam it. And cut it with the sarcasm when you talk to me. I'm still your father..."
"What kind of father pimps his daughter just because he got caught getting a blow job. From a male prostitute yet. You think Dave lets his real sons anywhere near his perverted practices. Assuming he has sons. Personally, I think any wife he ever had is now living as far from him as she can get, especially if she had children with him.
"Ready, here comes Dave, Jr." She placed the tapered head of the dildo at Harry's lubed up pucker and pushed gently.
"Wha...ohh no it's too, no, Ellie for god's sake stop ooowwww no oh god stop ungh ungh uuuuunnnnnnhh hhhhhhhhhhhfuck",he said, relaxing as much as he could, feeling his anus close over the head of the artificial cock.
Ellie pushed on the dildo gently at first, satisfied with small gains. Then she began to pull it back a little, then push forward, rotating and twisting the invading piece of plastic, literally screwing the plastic cock into her father. The irony of what she was doing struck her, making her smile for the first time since Harry had driven up.When it was finally fully embedded in his ass, she started fucking him with it. The odor of the fresh residue on it caused her to gag a little, but she swallowed her gorge and continued pumping the artificial penis in and out of her father's ass. After several minutes, she saw him beginning to push back. "I guess that's enough of that," she said, extracting it in a single long tug. Harry groaned, missing the most pleasurable experience of his afternoon so far.
Holding the slimy item away from her, she walked to Harry's head and ordered him to open his mouth. Realizing what she had in mind, he closed them firmly and shook his head. She grabbed him by his hair and held his head up so she could look him in the eyes."Listen to me, you motherfucking piece of shit, I'm not doing anything to you, or making you do anything that I didn't experience four times worse, at a minimum, at the hands of the man you set me up for. Now open your fucking mouth to clean this before I shove it so far up your ass you won't shit for a month." Her voice was thick with anger and passion.
Harry looked at his daughter, recognizing her anger, and realized for the first time how much she had been hurt by his actions. "Can you pinch my nose?" he asked, timidly. He wasn't surprised when she shook her head. Slowly, he opened his mouth, expecting her to fuck his face with the shitty object. Instead, she ran the length of it across his mouth, horizontally, smearing the residue on his lips, chin and nose.
"Tongue," she ordered tersely, and repeated the action until the object was more or less clean of his dirt. She stood up and went behind her father and released the velcro holding his thighs together. "Stand up, Pop, as much as you can. It'll be easier on you."
Harry watched her, fearfully, as she came into view, pulling on a pair of blue surgical gloves. When she began to smear the lubricating jelly on her arm, his eyes widened in fear. "No, Ellie, no, you can't! I'm your father, for god's sake. I might be the rottenest father on earth, but you can't..."
"I told you, Dad, I'm not doing anything to you that wasn't done to me. Worse. If you don't believe me, compare your hand with mine. Easily half again, wouldn't you say. Well the guy who fisted my ass had hands bigger than yours, and I swear, he had arms like Popeye. Try to relax now; we're almost done."
It was all Harry could do to not scream out his agony as Ellie's hand forced his anus open. That she did not hurry to force her hand into him did not help, but, they both knew, such force was both counterproductive and dangerous. She worked her hand in until she reached the thickest part of her arm. Going in, she had worked her way past some solid lumps, stretching Harry's bowel, causing him very painful cramps.
When she reached her limit, Ellie formed a fist and flexed it as much as she could, to the point of contorting her shoulder in both directions. Harry was feeling nauseous and sweating like a furnace pit worker in a steel mill. "Enough, Ellie, please. For god's sake. Enough. I'm sorry, I honestly didn't know. Please."
Instead of answering, she began to slowly withdraw. Because of the tightness of Harry's asshole, it was necessary to use a pumping motion, two inches out, one back in, and repeat. It took nearly five minutes of such fucking for her hand to reach his back gate. Along the way, she had pushed the stools she encountered down, toward his rectum. "This is going to hurt like hell, Dad. Almost the worst."
He felt her straighten out her fingers, and then brace her other hand against his ass, to hold him in place. Then came a sustained tug, forcing his anus more open than it had ever been. The resulting pain dropped him to his knees, gasping.
Finally able to breathe, he heaved himself to his feet and then noticed the brown pile between his feet, lying in his shorts. "Oh, fuck," he muttered. "Ellie! Ellie! Where the fuck are you? Come and uncuff me, you bitch!"
He heard the swishing sound a millisecond before the pain registered as the wooden switch cut across his tortured asshole. He fell forward onto his elbows, presenting a perfect target for Ellie to use. "Not too sorry, are you, Daddy." There were three more quick cuts with the switch, all centered on the pain in his butt. After a brief respite, he felt her spreading some soothing ointment on the area, including his balls and cock, still sore from the cat.
"I'll be back in a few minutes," she said and left him there, chained to the chair.
She walked around to the front of the house and began searching in his bags of clothes for the silk shirt she had given him last Christmas. By the time she found it, most of the shit was removed from her arm, but there was enough for her purpose. In addition, she pissed on it, needing to go again. Then she replaced it at the bottom of the bag and piled his clothes in the trunk of his T-bird and walked into the house to shower and dress. Maggie and Mike were due back soon.
Part XXI
His daughter hadn't much more than disappeared around the corner of the garage when Harry began to notice the heat beginning in his asshole and the small abrasions from the switch. But the strongest was the pain on the head of his cock. Ellie had hoped to expand the area with the capsicum inside his bowel, but that area doesn't register heat or pain. But it wasn't wasted effort. The anus responds to both, and he would experience both for a few days since the oil couldn't be washed away by water, but would be abraded and transported out by the solid matter passing over it.
She could hear him cursing her as she got out of the shower. She dressed, picked up her lap top, grabbed a soda from the fridge and sat down in the kitchen to wait for her mother and brother.
They showed up about fifteen minutes later. By that time Harry's cursing had been reduced to silent whimpers as he realized he wasn't going to escape the unrelenting burn from the lube.
Maggie walked into the kitchen from the garage. "Your father's car..."
Ellie took a drag on her soda, followed by a bit of cracker and cheese. "Yeah. He's out by the pool, recovering."
"Recovering?"
"Mmhmm. We had our talk. I'm sure he understands. Where's Mike?"
"He'll be right here; he wanted to grab some groceries. I came ahead to see why Harry's still here."
"I thought he should stick around in case I forget something you and Mike should know."
"Ellie? Is there something I should know that you haven't told me?" Ellie looked at her mother and slowly nodded.
"But don't worry, Momma. I just needed to fill Dad in first. Here's Mike. Why don't you two grab something to drink. Something hard."
"Momma, Mike, I'm sorry, but yesterday, when I told you about my awful threesome, that was a lie. I'm sorry I lied to you, but it was necessary. I had to do this my way, and I knew if I told you what had really happened, you would have made me go to the police or ...I don't know, but I had to punish Dad for what he did to me, and I had to do it my way." The family was gathered out by the pool. Ellie was sitting on the table, with her mother and brother close by in lawn chairs. Harry was still chained to the Adirondack chair, still complaining loudly.
"What did happen, Sweetie? What was so bad you had to do this to your father?"
"Do you want to tell her, Dad; I only know about half of it?"
"I don't know either, Ellie. Now, will you let me go, so I can get my sh...stuff and get out of here?"
"I'll let you go, as soon as...Mike says you've been asking Mom for a divorce? And you asked him to come up with a fair settlement?"
"Yeah; so?" Harry looked at his daughter, suddenly wary.
"Have you come up with any ideas yet, Mike?" she queried, looking at brother.
"A few. Pretty much a 50-50 split, with you and me getting the cabin and property it's on. The big question is what to do about Mom's company stock. She's willing to sell it at what it might go for on the stock market, but Dad seems to think, since it's his company, he should get it for what he was paid twenty years ago."
"What was that?"
"What did you tell me, Mom? A buck a share." She nodded, wondering where this was going, and what in hell did Harry do?
"Do either of you remember what the representational value of the stock was at that time, the total value of the company divided by the number of outstanding shares?"
Maggie answered. "It couldn't have been but pennies. We didn't have anything but a rented office, and some leased machines. At the time of the transfer, we hadn't started even keeping inventory on hand. We were having suppliers ship direct. If we had $500 worth of office supplies, it was right after we purchased them."
"So, five, six cents as a rep value. Sound right, Dad?"
"Yeah, I suppose. Why?"
"And now? What would rep value be for the stock. No more has been issued, has it?" Maggie and Harry looked at each other.
"No, just the original 10,000 shares we created when your mother got her stock and you kids..."
"We have stock in the company?" Mike asked, surprised. "Did you know?" he asked his sister. She shook her head.
Maggie interrupted. "According to the last audit, the value of the physical plant, inventory, machines, stock and financial accounts is around $750K. What are you getting at, Ellie?"
Well, Dad wanted 20 times the rep value of each stock when he sold it to you. It's only fair that he pays you 20 times the rep value back. Don't you think so, Dad, or should I show Mom and Mike the video of our party with Dave McCallister?"
"Video?" he swallowed hard. "Uh, uh. Ellie, let me go, now. You and Mike, and your mom, you write up what you three think is fair and I'll sign it. Just let me go now. Please."
Ellie nodded and climbed down from the table. She walked over behind her father, and smacked his ass. "Stand up, Daddy," she said. When he was upright, she reached down, wrinkling her nose at the odor, grabbed his shorts, and pulled them up to his waist. After fastening them, she reached in her pocket for the key to the handcuffs and released him. When he started for the house, she stopped him.
"Unh uh, Daddy, that way," she said, pointing at the path around the garage. With his head down, waddling like a duck, Harry made his way back to his T-Bird. In a few minutes, Ellie smiled as she heard his car start and drive away.
She turned to see her mother and brother, looking shocked and sickened, watching the video on her lap top. "No!" she shouted, "Don't..."
Without saying a word Maggie went to her and folded Ellie in her arms. "Oh, my baby," she said softly, her voice husky with emotion. "I am so sorry that happened to you. What do you need?"
"Just this, Momma. Just this," she said, relaxing into and returning the hug. "When I woke up, I was so sore, I couldn't feel any pain until they used the cat on my vulva. After that, I was so numb, I didn't know what was happening."
Mike joined them in their embrace. "Ellie, I...I... Is there anything..."
"No, big brother. I sent a copy of that to the police in P' town. Dave's face is clearly identifiable. Unfortunately, so is Dad's, but mine and the other three men aren't sufficiently exposed to be identified.
"Luckily for Dad, there's nothing in the video which shows him participating in the assault, but it's also pretty clear he didn't try to interfere or stop it. If McCallister is arrested, Dad's in for a rough time."
"If he's arrested? Why..." Mike started to ask.
"The last few minutes of the video show them offering and someone who looks sort of like me from the back accepting a large amount of cash, making it look like they are using a professional prostitute in a consensual act. Fortunately, no face is shown in that sequence either." She straightened up and looked at her mother and brother.
"Hey, it was bad, but, thankfully, I was unconscious for most of it, and I survived. Along the way, I learned some valuable lessons. Never accept an open drink from a stranger, and sometimes, you find friends when you are in the worst circumstances; you just have stay open to possibilities."
"What do you mean, baby?" Maggie asked.
"Syd, the blonde prostitute in the video, who McCallister introduced to me as his son, is the guy who gave me the video. Somehow, he was able to get into the dorm and up to the rooms without paging me. He had my clutch, and was returning it. Inside was the money, over two thousand dollars, and the memory stick from the digital video camera they had used.
"After they piled me into a cab and sent me back to the dorm, he said they had convinced Dave that it might not be a real good idea to post a video of them fucking a woman who was obviously unconscious, especially since he was clearly visible in several shots. Dave agreed and told Syd to destroy the stick. Instead, he gave it to me, to do with as I saw fit.
"I watched it, and after I was done being sick, watched it again because I thought I saw Dad in the video. He's there, fucking the two male prostitutes he thinks are McCallister's sons, but that's his only participation, that and watching them all abuse me." Ellie tightened her grip around Maggie's waist and looked at her.
"You'll understand if I think your husband is a complete and total asshole, and I never want to have anything to do with him again. I refuse to acknowledge that he's my father. No man worthy of that title would do what he did." Maggie simply nodded and hugged her daughter more tightly.
"Are you still coming to the cabin with us?" Mike asked his sister.
"You bet your fucking ass! And as soon as the clinic calls with their results, I'm going to challenge you to a game of who comes first, then who comes most, and then who comes hardest. And if you win any of them, you win a ten minute rest. I'm only sorry that until I get word that I'm HIV negative, I can't fuck you, Momma. My roommate this year was a very talented bisexual who liked to teach her oral skills to both sexes."
FINIS