Heather was already getting ready to go, and the other two girls were helping her. Erik kissed Julie lovingly, and led her back out to the two waiting policemen. Julie, in what seemed an odd turn of character for her, took the lead as Erik stepped back around the counter. He'd left his laptop in Julie's apartment and was pulling his gloves back on after he'd grabbed the key to the tool shed.
He grabbed the shovel and attacked the stairs. At the top, he shoveled his way to his old room, so the girls would have an easier time carrying everything back to Julie's. He poured a mixture of sno-melt and salt on the stairs. When he finished each of the walkways, he would again spread the mixture in a thinner amount.
Thanks to his earlier shoveling job, it seemed easier this time, though there was at least as much snow. The parking lot had drifts that had covered a few of the cars. It was now snowing so hard, that other than a faint glow in the gloomy darkness, Erik couldn't see the office from the far end of the motel.
When he finished with the walkways, he went back into the apartment to find Heather cuddled up to Olivia, and Tammy snuggled up to Julie. Erik smiled at the sight. "Heather, what rooms were the old couples in, and do you have a couple of extra quilts and a garbage bag?"
Heather got up and ran into the big bathroom and came back with two heavy quilts. Julie had gotten a garbage bag from the kitchen and helped Heather get the big blankets into the bag. "Rooms six and fourteen, Master."
Erik kissed Heather, and patted Julie's firm backside before heading back out into the weather. He knocked on the door to room six first, and an older gentleman opened it and waved him in to preserve the heat.
"Except for the color of clothes and no beard, you almost look like Santa Clause, young man!" He chuckled.
Erik grinned back at him. "Well, I did bring you a gift!" He pulled out one of the quilts. "It's getting colder out there; we thought you might appreciate this."
"You are a saint, young man!" The elderly woman said enthusiastically.
"Yes, I hope you'll never get to know how much we appreciate this. Getting old brings the curse of Arthritis. That blanket is going to make an uncomfortable night a lot more bearable," The old gentleman said gratefully.
"Just let us know if you need anything else. We'll try to do our best to make you as comfortable as we can. I think I should let you know that an avalanche has blocked the road to the west. I'm sure the department of transportation will do their best to reopen the pass, but I can't see that happening until a day or so after the storm stops," Erik said as he turned back to the door.
"Thank you, son. Try to stay warm tonight!" The man said.
"Not a problem, sir; I have the absolute best 'keep warm in bed' device ever developed by man, and I fully intend to get snuggled up to her as soon as I'm finished!" As he closed the door behind him, he saw the man grinning, and the old woman chuckling.
His reception at the second room was just as warm, and friendly. The older gentleman shook his hand gratefully, and the woman gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek. He said his goodbyes and knocked on the door to his old room. It took a moment for the door to be opened. When it finally was, he grinned at the almost naked young woman. The man was in the shower, and it looked like she had been in there with him.
"I'm really sorry to intrude, officer. But it occurred to me that your trucks should be plugged in since it's so cold tonight. I can run two cords from the tool shed for you, but you'll have to move them back to the office for the cords to reach. If you don't mind one of them not being plugged in, I think the cords will reach the closest."
"Um, since you've seen me in panties and a thin t-shirt, I think you can call me Lynda. I'll have to ask Bill when he gets out of the shower what he wants to do. Would it be okay if I called back down in a few minutes?" The t-shirt was very thin; Erik could clearly see her erect nipples since she hadn't gotten dried off well enough before answering the door.
Erik smiled, and looked down at the floor so he wouldn't ogle her beautiful breasts. "Lynda, I'm really sorry for interrupting. Why don't you finish up here, and I'll just go ahead and plug in the closest. Oh, and, uh, I'm Erik."
The smile was clear in her voice. "Erik, you don't have to look at the floor; I'm sure you've at least seen a girl in a bikini before, and this can't be any worse than that!"
Without saying anything, Erik sidestepped so the woman could see herself in the full length mirror on the back of the door, and he motioned to it. "You're very beautiful, and I didn't want to be rude."
"Oh shit! We are so busted!" She said and she sounded close to panic. "Erik, please, you can't tell anyone about this! Please!"
"Lynda, this is none of my business, nor should it be for anyone else. I might have to explain why I have a hard cock when I get back, but..." Erik said, trying to make a joke, but Lynda interrupted him.
"Erik, you don't understand. We wouldn't just lose our jobs, we would go to prison! Bill's my father! Please look me in the eyes and promise me you won't tell on us!" Lynda begged.
Erik looked up at her, and she had tears in her eyes. "Lynda, I solemnly swear that I won't tell anyone, with the exception of my wives, and then only after they promise not to reveal the secret to anyone else. I can't lie to my ladies; that's no way to be in a relationship." He watched her eyes for the realization of what he'd said to sink in, and nodded when it did.
"Not an hour before you got here, I made love to two beautiful women that agreed to be my wives. One was my mother, the other is my little sister. Earlier today, I made love to both Julie and Heather after they offered to become my slaves. There is a lot more of an explanation to all this, but I think you can safely consider your secret safe with us, as long as ours is safe with you."
"You had sex with Heather and Julie? You are one lucky bastard! I think the better part of the county has been trying get either woman's attention for years. I thought Heather had a boyfriend, but I could have been wrong. Hold it, you had sex with that tiny girl? She can't be more than ten tears old! She's just not old enough to make a decision about sex yet..."
"Hold it, Lynda! Before you decide to arrest me; you should know she's a very mature, and very intelligent twelve, and fully capable of making the decision. I assure you it was her decision, not mine. Then also there is the fact that I haven't actually penetrated her with my cock yet, but she is really working hard to get me to. If it would set your mind at ease, why don't you come down for an hour or so after dinner? Say about seven or so. That way you can take care of all your fears at once," Erik suggested.
"That sounds reasonable. Do you mind if I bring my father? I'm sure he will have the same concerns I have. We can move the trucks then as well," Lynda suggested, she had a look of concern on her face, but her nipples were still hard as Chinese arithmetic, and now a sheen covered the crotch of her panties making the material transparent. She liked to be clean shaven too.
"That sounds good, Lynda. But, I can see my situation turns you on even more. I'll get out of here, and let you get back to your lover. I want you to know I love each of those women more than life itself, and would never harm any of them, or allow someone else to. I'm pretty sure your father feels the same way about you and your mother," Erik said gently. "I know you don't know me, but this is one thing you can have absolute trust in me about. I would never touch any of them if they didn't want me to."
She looked at him thoughtfully for a few minutes. She finally came to a decision, backed up a little and pulled her t-shirt off, exposing her firm, warm globes to the young man. She stepped toward him again took one of his hands, removed the glove, and gently placed it on her own breast.
A little confused, Erik gently caressed the lovely orb, and softly squeezed the distended nipple between his finger and thumb. The beautiful deputy closed her eyes and sighed in pleasure. "When I was fourteen years old, my parents let me go to my first high school football game. I told them I was meeting a bunch of my friends there, but really none of them had wanted to go. I went because I had this huge crush on the quarterback. After the game, I saw him and one of the cheerleaders, his girlfriend I found out later, walking out of the locker rooms toward his car. I went up to them and congratulated them on the great game, and basically let him know I existed.
"One thing led to another, and I ended up a little drunk, and parked with them both up on Cherry Hill road. The cheerleader was holding me from behind, kissing my neck, and caressing me, while the quarterback took my clothes off. I was really liking what she was doing to me, and the warm feel of her bare breasts against my back. When the clumsy, drunk boy finally got my clothes off, she reached down to caress my small pussy. I really liked that, and started to turn around to kiss her back and caress her as well. The cheerleader had just tried to stick her finger in me, and felt my hymen as the big fucker pushed me down on the hood of his car, and rammed his cock all the way in.
"I screamed in pain, but I heard the girl yelling at him to stop; she was beating on his chest, and just about everything she could think of to stop him from mindlessly pounding away into me. Just as he shot his cum in me, she finally kicked him in the nuts, dropping him to the ground. The girl helped me back into the car, then grabbed our clothes, including his, and took me back to town in fuck-head's car.
"I was bleeding, and cum was running out of me. Karen took me to the hospital after helping me to get dressed again. She stayed with me, holding my hand and whispering over and over how sorry she was for having anything to do with this. Kyle had told her he had a surprise for her that night, and she thought it had been me. She thought I was acting naive as part of the 'game'. When she felt my hymen, it dawned on her that I hadn't been acting.
"I pulled the girl down to me, and kissed her. I did remember her trying to stop the rape. I also remembered how much pleasure she had been giving me. She was by far the best sexual experience I'd ever had. Unfortunately it had also occurred at the same time as the worst. We stayed friends for almost two months until she found out I was pregnant. Kyle had to have been the father since the only person I had slept with since then had been her. She was so ashamed by what she thought she had helped do to me, that she actually moved away six months before graduation.
"As for Kyle, once he heard my story, daddy drove out to Cherry Hill road and picked up the nude football player, who immediately tried to report the theft of his car and clothes, as well as the assault on him. I'm not sure what happened then, since daddy would never tell me. However, he took Kyle to jail and filed aggravated rape charges to which Kyle plead guilty and got twenty years.
"I've never been able to let another man, other than my daddy, touch me. Since Karen, no other women either, though in that case it was more social biases then the revulsion I've always felt from other men touching me. Only daddy, you, and my daughter Kaylee have touched my breasts for the last ten years. I do trust you, Erik. There is just something about you that appeals to me enough that it gets by my rape nightmares. I'd like to talk to your sister and Julie just to make sure, but I do believe you would never hurt any woman, at least intentionally," Lynda finished her speech. "I'd like to come back next time you're here, to visit you and your family, maybe bring Kaylee along so she can meet you. I don't have many friends, and none that I can share with on this level."
Erik swallowed and wondered if he shouldn't take his hand off her warm breast. He still caressed it tenderly, like it was the most precious object in the world; at that moment, it was. "I think we'd all like that, Lynda. We don't have many friends either, although not for the same reasons as you. Give us a call before you come down, so I can make sure that at least that the non-slaves are dressed." He smiled at her gently. "I think your lover might be missing you by now, I sure as hell would be."
She stepped into him and gave him a very tender kiss. She softly said, "There is just something about you; you can keep me away from making love to the man I love..." She smiled up at him. "When you finally take me, will you mark me as yours as well?"
"Uh," Erik stammered. "I don't know if that would be such a good idea; I don't even know if I can take care of the four I already have! I'm not sure I could give you the attention you deserve, Lynda."
She softly caressed his hard cock through his pants. "By your claiming me, it wouldn't just be you; it would be the others as well. Remember, I like girls much more than men. I think you'll find that, if all your lovers are bisexual, you won't have any trouble keeping them all satisfied." She looked down at the surprising size of the bulge in his pants. "Gods I would love to see this monster fit into a twelve year old pussy! I would love it even more if it had been mine! Damn! You better get outta here, or daddy's going to catch us fucking like crazy on the bed!" Lynda said shivering.
"There is one thing I need you to promise me before we go any further, Lynda," Erik said removing his hand from her breast, and gently pushing her back.
She raised her eyebrows in question, so Erik continued. "I absolutely need you to promise me, that if I ever touch you in anyway that makes you uncomfortable, or I do anything that doesn't feel good to you, you have to tell me."
She looked at him with a little wonder in her eyes as she leaned forward and kissed him again, briefly. "I promise, Erik." She bent and pushed her panties down, took them off and handed them to him. "A gift for your wives, later you and they can share what goes in them. But right now, if you touch me, I'm afraid you'll be ending up with another wife, and a new step-daughter!" She sensuously stuck a finger in her pussy, and worked it back and forth a couple of time, before she pulled it out, and offered it to Erik. The finger was covered in her thick oil, and smelled delicious. He opened his mouth and sucked her dainty finger clean. When he'd finished, he turned her hand over, and dropped a kiss into the palm. He winked at her, turned and left the room.
Five woman? Erik could hear his grandfather's voice in his head; 'Jesus Christ, Boy! Haven't you ever heard of catch and release? Talk about conspicuous consumption!' This whole situation was strange to him; there must be something in the water, or some fucked up form of radiation from outer space or something. He was in the middle of a seriously erotic dream, except he didn't think he was actually asleep. Shit like this just didn't happen to fifteen year old boys! He was pretty sure it didn't happen to anyone else either!
Of course, being the ideas behind a multi-billion dollar corporation usually didn't happen to many fifteen year-olds either. If he understood his mother correctly, they were going to be adding a hospitality branch as well. So, Olivia had some ideas, huh? Well, Erik was getting a few of his own!
This chapter has been edited by BobMc.