I know it sounds predictable, but I certainly wasn't expecting it; I woke to a warm, wet sensation gently sliding over my cock. I was on my back and being assaulted by pleasure. Yes, someone was sucking my dick. I slowly opened my eyes and looked down into the lovely brown eyes of my new wife Barbara.
I saw the tender love she felt for me in her eyes as she starting sucking harder, turning the gentle suckling into something that would have me shooting in her mouth in moments. I have no idea how long she had been sucking me before I awoke, but now that she knew I was awake, she quickly ramped me up to take off speed in what had to be less than thirty seconds.
Finally, after I thought I could take no more, she rose up, and slowly pushed me down her throat as I felt something thin slip up my ass. She had taken a finger that she had been fucking herself with and pushed it into me. The dual sensations caused my whole world to rock as I felt my cock literally explode in her throat. My sight turned nova, and I felt my toes curl up to my knees.
The next thing I felt were warm soft breasts pressed against my face as I once again became a living, breathing, human.
"Good morning," I heard a sweet, gentle, voice say somewhere above my head.
I tried to reply, I really did, but my throat was really sore this morning. "Good morning, love," I croaked. "Sorry; my voice is really rough for some reason."
"It was probably that scream I heard from downstairs. You are one loud man," Casey said from her seat on the foot of the bed.
It was at this time my bladder announced that it was not amused, and I apologized as I made a mad dash for the bathroom amid snickers and chuckles from the girls.
When I returned to the bedroom to grab my clothes, Barbara got my attention. "Jon, we all need to be at our house by nine, or I would have just let you sleep. The police called to let us know that they wanted to search Herb's den and our bedroom. Casey called her lawyers and they said they would be over before the cops, just in case."
"Wow, you've been busy this morning. What time is it?" I asked, looking around for a clock.
"About a quarter after eight, sweetheart. I really am sorry to wake you this early," she said. "As for being busy, I ran home to get all of us some clean clothes, and checked the answering machine to get the message. There were also about ten from local reporters trying to get a story."
Casey smiled. "Alex and her staff will take care of the reporters, once they get things started for you."
Barbara nodded. "So, as much as I would like to stay here and take a shower with one of you, we need to be at our house to keep up appearances."
"Okay, let's get going then. I do need a shower before everyone arrives or they'll know what I've been up too." I grinned, "Not that I care if they know, but it might get weird; besides, I need some coffee."
Aaron snickered and slapped my ass. "Like we would deprive you of your morning coffee!"
"I've got a fresh pot brewed in the kitchen. We can grab mugs on our way out the door," Casey suggested. "But I've got to warn you, this isn't your run-of-the-mill 'Folgers' coffee."
I grunted as I pulled my shorts up. "What is it then, something like espresso?"
"I do have an espresso machine, but it's too harsh this early. No, this is something I discovered in Hawaii. It's called 'Kona coffee'," Casey explained.
I gave another noncommittal grunt and headed for the door, carrying my shoes. My mind was thinking it was too damn early to be drinking any pineapple flavored gunk that had coffee added to the name.
"Even with a mind-blowing orgasm first thing, he isn't much of a morning person is he?" Casey asked as she led us downstairs.
"Well, this morning was the first time he's ever had a blowjob for a wake up, but no, he's kinda grumpy until he can get a cup or two into him," Barbara said. "When you first wake him up, you've got about three minutes before his brain shuts down completely from caffeine withdrawal. He has the worst coffee addiction I've ever seen. The strange thing is, once he gets two or three cups, he doesn't usually drink anymore the rest of the day."
I was still trying to focus my eyes, so I wasn't paying much attention to their banter as we entered Casey's kitchen. The first think I noticed was a rich fragrance that instantly set my mouth to watering. In my bleary state, I felt like I was moving on autopilot, as I made my way to the freezer for ice. I grabbed a tray and returned to the table as Aaron set a big mug of a really dark, heavenly smelling potion in front of me. I vaguely noticed that it had no smell of pineapple to it at all.
I cracked the tray, dropped a few cubes in the mug and stirred it with the spoon Aaron had used to stir in her sugar. Once that was accomplished, I lifted the mug and took an experimental sip, not noticing Aaron's sly grin, or Casey's expectant one.
The first thing I noticed was I had gotten the temperature just right. It didn't burn my lips when I took the drink. I held the warm liquid in my mouth, preparing for the inevitable fruit taste I knew to be coming. I was unprepared for the burst of rich taste the bitter concoction produced. I let it slide down my throat and felt my body briefly respond to the presence of this ambrosia.
I lifted the cup to my mouth and took a large drink, two or three gulps of the stuff, and felt warm energy pulse through my veins. I started feeling a lot better almost immediately, so I took another bigger drink.
"Uh, Jon? Honey, slow down. You can't drink this stuff like normal coffee," Casey said.
I felt my heart begin beating faster, and my body felt noticeably warmer. I felt a major head rush, as the heightened amount of caffeine slammed into me. "Whoa," I said as I grinned. "This stuff should come with a warning label."
"It does," Casey said, looking a little concerned. "So how about we get refills and head over to your place. Alex should be arriving soon."
I took my fiancé's advice, and drank the next cup slower than normal. As it was, I was buzzing nicely when she introduced me to her lawyer.
Alexis Lawson looked like the stereotypical battle axe, but was actually a pretty nice lady. Unless you were talking about matters of law, that is. When the discussion turned to the events of the past day, she was serious but supportive. Her colleague, a Native American named Raymond Redcloud, was a genuinely nice guy. He didn't seem like he had the stones to argue a case in court, but Casey said Alex had told her Ray was the absolute best person to have in this situation.
Ray asked Barbara to tell him exactly what happened, and how she had learned of Herb's crimes. He took notes while he listened, and when he heard that I was the one that actually got Herb arrested, he asked me the same thing.
"Mr. Weist, please tell me exactly how you learned of your father's crimes, and your reasons for your actions, if any. Don't worry about admitting to anything, we are bound by client privilege." Which sounded to me like he knew I'd done something illegal.
So I told him everything. Everything that is, except for the fact that I had been holding two beautiful, naked women in my arms when the discussion occurred.
"Ahh, so why didn't you come to your mother when you first suspected? I'm sure the judge may want to know," he replied.
"Well, as I said, I didn't really know for sure. I hadn't actually caught them in the act. I suspected, sure, but considering the punishments for this kind of thing, I wanted to be damn sure before I accused someone of molesting a child," I explained.
"So why didn't you try to catch him sooner? Surely you had to be at least curious?" Ray asked.
"Well, I suppose I was kind of afraid of what I would find. I mean, it would be easy to say I simply didn't have time, which would be true to some extent, but I could have found the time somewhere. Looking back on it now, I wish I had. I can still see that poor girl's eyes when the police busted in on them," I said. "The man is my father. It's hard to believe anyone could be capable of such things, but to have it confirmed? I wish it could have been someone else."
He looked like he was about to ask more questions, but the police took that moment to show up, and they started asking their own set of questions. They apologized to us for being late (it was almost ten am when they got there), but something had happened last night that had delayed their investigation on this case. They avoided saying what that other thing had been, as cops all over always do. We later learned that there had been an explosion last night on the other side of town, and three people had been killed. Other than my knowing of Ian Williams marrying Jenny Laskar, none of us had known her parents, Bill and Julie, or her grandmother, Janet.
The police entered Herb's inner sanctum and immediately confiscated his computer as evidence. They also tried to confiscate my computer too, but Ray stepped in and told them it wasn't covered under their warrant since Herb hadn't had access to it. They countered with 'it's in his house, so he had access.' With Ray, a detective and two uniformed officers looking over my shoulder, I gently pushed the button to turn the monitor on. I was careful not to touch anything else, and as the screen came up, it showed my nice aquarium screen saver. I turned and asked one of the officers to move my mouse to clear the screen saver. When he did, the screen cleared and asked for the system password.
"There you have it, detective. The machine is password protected. Herb did not have access to this machine, therefore it is not covered under your warrant. Now I would ask you to please leave my client's personal space." The big Indian winked at me over his shoulder as he physically herded the police out of my room.
"We still have questions for Mr. Weist," the detective said.
"Detective, you have been asking him the same questions for the last two hours, and he has patiently answered them time and again. What could you possibly have left to ask him?" Ray said, sounding much harassed.
"We have still to ascertain his involvement in this crime. We know he was involved..."
"Involved? Haven't you even taken the time to read the arrest report? This young man led your detective to the accused so she could catch him in the act! He is as much involved in this as you are. Now, leave my client alone and cease harassing him, or I will file a report of my own with your superiors, am I perfectly clear?" Ray said in a very serious sounding voice.
"Yes sir, crystal clear." The detective stomped away.
After the police left, leaving only two rooms un-ransacked, Ray sat back down with Barbara to get her signatures on the divorce paperwork. He assured her that there would be no problem getting the 'issue' resolved quickly and quietly. The quietly part had come about when Barbara told him of the reporters' calls and the now every-five-minutes' knock on the door.
Casey called a cleaning service to come in later in the day to clean up the house, and also called a realtor to come over to look at the houses. Alex had also been busy on the phone, and by the time the two lawyers left, there wasn't a reporter in sight.
"So, do you guys want to fly or drive out to Las Vegas?" Casey asked.
"Uh, drive please, if I have a choice," Barbara said. "I'm a bit afraid of flying."
"Okay, now, the next question, when do we want to leave?"
"Well, Ray said he thought the judge would handle this in the next couple of days, so I guess as soon as that's taken care of," Barbara said nervously.
"Love, you have nothing to worry about. This will soon all be a bad memory," Casey said, gently stroking Barbara's hair. "An old lover, Christy McCarthy, asked Jon and I to dinner as a way of apologizing for insulting us. She'd laughed in our faces when we told her about us. I hope you two can join us?" Casey said.
"Just be warned, she seemed a little ... predatory. She might try to hit on one of us," I said.
"I would say the chances are pretty good she'll hit on all of us," Aaron said. "Except Jon that is. Christy's gay."
"Actually, I'd be willing to bet she hits the hardest on Jon." Casey then explained the conversation we'd had with the detective.
"That's another thing I'd like to find out; will the police want Jon and you here to testify against Herb?" Barbara asked.
"If they do, they can notify us through Ray. I'd like to go out shopping with you guys today. I plan on getting all of you new cell phones, and we need to find a nice car to get us over to Nevada," Casey said. "I only have the two Chryslers, neither of which would be comfortable for a long trip."
"I think that's a great idea! Barbara needs a whole new wardrobe! Everything she has makes her look like a nun," Aaron said in her excited teenager voice.