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THE GUARDIAN 

CHAPTER 7
By Art Martin

GUARDIAN ANGEL
(Mf, MF, mmF, con, oral, anal)


Brad woke from his fretful nap.  He immediately began worry about the possible
consequences of his actions with the two under aged girls.  "Girls, hell," he
snorted, "Women. Willing women."  

Willing or not, he still rippling knew that there were severe consequences for him
if it ever became public knowledge.  How could it not become public knowledge? 
Not only did Traci know what he and Kim were doing, but Hank now also knew
what he was doing with both Kim and Traci.  After all when he'd let him in, both
girls were sprawled out, oozing semen from their engorged pussy lips.

He got up to ponder a possible course of action.  The house was very quiet. 
Several used rubbers littered the living room floor.  Brad muttered, "Damn, do I
have to tell him where the garbage can is?"  

Brad found the two girls outside by the pool.  He found it amusing that he was
relieved to see that they had at least put on thong bikinis.  Hank was nowhere to
be seen.  

"Afternoon ladies."

Traci waved and cheerfully greeted him.  "Hi, DaDee!  Can you put some lotion
on my back?" 

"Sure Baby, I'd love to."  Brad picked up the tube of sunscreen and began rubbing
it into her back, admiring the ripe moons of her sumptuous derriŠre. "Where's
Hank?  I know he came in just before I crashed."

"DaDee, you should be ashamed of yourself, leaving us like that.  It was
embarrassing," chided Kim.  "What did you want him to do?  Screw us?"

"Well it wouldn't have been the first time, would it?  In fact, judging by the used
rubbers on the floor, he did just that. Several times."

"DaDee!  What kind of girls do you think we are?"

"A couple of sluts.  Don't get me wrong, Baby, I love sluts, especially fine looking
sluts like you two girls."

Frowning Kim pouted, "Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

"That you're fine looking?  Knockout is more like it.  You know, you two girls
damned near killed me this weekend."   

"Did you have fun, DaDee?" asked Traci playfully.

"Fun would be an understatement."

"We had fun too, didn't we Traci?"

"Oh yeah!  That big cock of yours is wonderful DaDee."

"Now don't get started girls.  I'm worn out for the moment.  Shit, I'm surprised my
pecker didn't fall off."

"Let me kiss and make it better," offered Kim.

"No, please, not now, just leave the poor thing alone.  It'll get better in a little
while."

"Will it be better before I have to go home?"

"I don't know Traci, I certainly hope so," replied Brad as he was working the
lotion into her buttocks.  Brad looked up to see Hank walking from around the
side of the house.  He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of cutoff jeans.  They
were very short, allowing the tip of his dick to peek out when he sat down.

"Hello, Mr. Johnson," the young man greeted.  "I saw the damage to your car and
truck. Hope you don't mind, but I pried the rear doors of the truck open so you can
get to your stuff.  It's pretty messed up.  The doors will not close, so I tied them
together with a piece of rope."

"Thanks Hank I appreciate that.  You do anything else?"

Hank grinned slyly, "Yeah, I did just as you told me to do, I used the rubbers."

"I noticed that. That's good Hank."

Hank took the suntan oil and began massaging it in Kim's legs and then her
buttocks.  He looked over to gauge Brad's reaction as he ran his hand up her butt
crack.  Brad smiled and ran his hand up Traci's butt crack.  Encouraged by Brad's
reaction, Hank decided to be bold and pulled Kim's thong down and off.  Then he
dropped his shorts and rolled a condom over his stiffening cock. 

The kid was well hung, maybe 8 inches in length.  He was thick, but not as thick
as Brad was.   Hank looked at Brad again for consent, and Brad gave him a
'thumbs up'.  Hank told Kim to roll over and he mounted her, her thighs firmly
gripping his waist.  He wasted no time and immediately began humping her. 
Brad felt his dick stirring as he watched his daughter getting fucked.  Settling in
watching the show and fingering Traci's anus for impending action, the poolside
phone rang.  Reluctantly Brad answered the phone.

"Hello, Brad?  This is Sara."  It was Traci's mom.  "I've got something I must talk
to you about.  If you're not busy, would you mind if I came over?"

'Fuck,' thought Brad.  "When?"

"Right away if that's okay with you."

Brad wasn't expecting her to be back in town until later in the evening.  "Uh, give
me about thirty minutes, okay?"

"Sure, I'll see you in thirty minutes."

Brad hung up.  Hank was pounding away at Kim.  'Shit, I'm out of time!' he cursed
to himself.

"Hank, hate to tell you this, but the party's over.  Traci's mother is on her way over
here, so beat it!"  Hank kept fucking Kim. "I said the party is over Hank!  You
have to leave.  Now!"   Hank looked at him like he was crazy, then he
dismounted.  

"Damn!  Can't I even finish?"

"I think you got your rocks off plenty today Hank.  Look, Traci's mother is on her
way over here right now, so you got to go."  Hank frowned so Brad added, "By the
way, in the future, please throw your used rubbers away and not just leave them
on the floor."

Hank glanced down, embarrassed by being called down on his bad manners. 
"Oh! Sorry, Mr. J.  I wasn't sure what to do with them."

"Try a trash can," instructed Brad dourly.  

He turned his attention to the two girls.  "Kim, you and Traci need to put on some
clothes."  

Brad dove in the pool to cleanse himself, then got out and slipped on a pair of
swim trunks and a muscle shirt he had left days ago on a chair. Hank had
disappeared into the house to clean up his mess.  After a few minutes, Brad heard
the sound of his beat up Toyota start up and then drive up the gravel driveway.

Brad went into the living room.  He was immediately struck with the smell of sex
permeating the room.  He lit several scented candles to mask the odor.  

Sara McGuire drove down the wooded lane towards the lake and the Johnson
House.  She was still sore from her weekend activities, and cursed her
brother-in-law for being such an abusive jerk.   As she passed the large houses set
in the woods near Lake Rockford, she couldn't help but ponder that some people
had all the luck whereas others, like herself, seemed to be destined to unending
misery.  She felt sorry for herself but then realized that she was doing the best she
could and maybe, just maybe she could still do something good for Traci.

She had been miserable ever since she got knocked up in high school.  A month
before her oldest son Zach was born, she realized what a mistake it had been to
marry Buck, but 
it was too late.  Buck was an abusive loser, but for some reason, despite the
frequent beatings, she couldn't bring herself to leave him until after she had
Tommy and was pregnant with Traci.  Even then, she didn't leave him; he simply
disappeared, leaving her destitute with three young children to care for.  Over the
next few years, she drifted in and out of over a dozen relationships with other
men, some abusive, some not, but all interested in her only as far as getting laid.

She had no education and no skills, but worked hard to provide for her children.  
She eked out a living as a waitress in a series of low dollar restaurants catering to
mostly a blue-collar clientele.  Tips were low and wages were pitiful, still she
managed with the help of food stamps and subsidized housing.  Then she got a
job waitressing at a jazz club, where the waitresses wore see through teddies.  The
tips were good, very good when she allowed the tip to be stuffed in her panties. 
She soon discovered that she could make really good money by meeting
customers at a nearby motel after the club closed.  

By the time Traci started school, she was able to buy a small frame house. Then
she started dancing at a gentlemen's club, where for twenty bucks a pop she
lap-danced topless plus she earned a little extra on the side late at night.  But that
was now over.  Two weeks ago she lost her job.  At 42, she just wasn't as
attractive as she once was, and her earning potential for the club had fallen off
considerably. 

She pondered her situation.  She couldn't find another club locally that wanted
her. They were always very up front about the fact that she was simply too old;
the men wanted young girls.  She decided to go back to working at a truck stop,
serving up coffee in the caf‚ and serving up pussy in the trucker's cab.  She tried
that, but on the second night she got busted for prostitution and was fired.  

Now she was in a real dilemma, as she couldn't make her house note and to avoid
prosecution she had agreed to move to another state.  Being prosecuted wasn't the
problem; she just didn't want her kids to know that their mother was a common
prostitute. Besides, she figured that if she moved, she could rent out her house to
a couple of friends and make they could make the payments.  The only problem
was where would she go?  After thinking about it for several days, she reluctantly
she called her sister, Linda.  

"Sara, you're always welcome to stay here for as long as you like," her sister said
warmly.  "But you know Red, he'll want to get into your pants, and his boys, well
frankly, I'm nothing more than a whore in this house.  You know that.  What
should I expect, my husband runs a porn shop and lives out his fantasies. Your
boys staying here won't be a problem, but you must realize that they will be
hopelessly corrupted.  As far as Traci, don't ever bring her here.  They'll use her
just like they'll use you and me."

"I know Linda.  I don't know how you put up with it all.  I promise, it won't be for
long, Sis, just until I can find a job and afford a place of my own."

"Okay, if you want to come, I'll talk to Red, and make sure it's okay with him." 
Linda called her back in a few hours, her voice sounding strained as if she were in
pain.  "Sara, Red says to come up this weekend and we'll work something out.  He
also said he might have a job for you."

"What kind of job?"

"I don't think you really want to know.  Maybe you ought to forget about it Sara,
and go someplace else."

"Look, I'm renting out my house to a couple of girls I worked with.  I need to be
out by next week; besides, my lawyer says if I'm not out by next week, the deal is
off and they will prosecute me.  I don't have any other choice.  Nobody is going to
hire a waitress with a conviction for prostitution.  I gotta do something, and I
don't have to take Red's job offer.  Look, I'll leave the kids here this weekend and
come on up alone. If we can't work out something acceptable to everyone
involved, I'll just have to think of something else." 

Sara's brother-in-law, Red Fromly, owned and ran an adult bookstore on the edge
of Huntington called Pinetree Books.  In addition to books, magazines,
newsletters, and videos, he sold a large assortment of toys for every taste.  He had
seeped his family in hardcore pornography for years and it infected the very
marrow of his family.  For Red and his boys, nothing was out of limits.  

After an licentious family reunion, Sara found out what Red had in mind as a job. 
She was to work the back room of the bookstore and service his special
customers.  He told her that since she was already whore, the job would be easy. 
What he didn't tell her was that last week he had sold his last girl for a handsome
sum to be the slave of one of his best paying customers.   He needed another girl
to take her place and every day he didn't have one, he was losing money.  He
considered using Linda, and when the offers were too good to pass up he used
her, but decided against using her on a regular basis.  She was to be kept for
cooking and cleaning as well as for his and his three son's private amusement.

A deal was struck.  Sara agreed to work the back room and take on all comers. 
She would split the take from her efforts 50-50 with Red.  Of course Red and his
boys got unlimited free samples.  In addition, she and the kids could stay with
Red and Linda until Sara could afford a place of her own.  That being settled, Red
and boys did a number on her all through the night.

As she drove home to Rockford that morning exhausted and sore as hell, Sara
realized that her immediate problem now was with the kids.  After spending the
weekend at her sister's and being brutalized, she didn't want her kids exposed to
the sexual excesses that were the norm for that household.  BDSM was something
she didn't particularly enjoy and she certainly didn't want her kids to be any part
of it.  

Zach was eighteen and about to graduate from high school in a few weeks.  He
was a handsome young man, with a solid build.  He had joined the Marines and
was scheduled to begin boot camp in the middle of June.  Maybe he could stay
with a friend until he shipped out.    

She had an idea for Traci and was thankful that Traci had a special relationship
with the Johnsons.  No way was she going to Huntington.  She felt certain that she
would be welcome at the Johnson home, and she would be safe from abuse there.  

Tommy was the problem.  He was only a year older than Traci at sixteen and a
sophomore.  He had an out going personality that won him friends almost
instantly.  Where would he go, if only temporarily?    She decided that he'd be
better off in a foster home than at the Fromly's.  Maybe once she got established
she could bring him to Huntington, but not before.

Brad sat dressed in his swim trunks and a muscle shirt as he listened to Sara's
meandering tale of woe.  She left out the salacious details.  He reflected that she
wasn't bad looking, but wore a little too much makeup and her dirty blonde hair
was a bit wild and unruly. Sure she had a few wrinkles, but her body was trim, not
at all slovenly like the matronly mothers of Kim's other friends, but he felt that
she was a little too old to be running around in a cut off t-shirt showing off her
pierced belly button.  She wasn't wearing a bra that was for certain, as the dark
outline of her aureoles and nipples were plainly visible.  Brad idly wondered if
she wore any panties under the too tight short-shorts. 'Definitely a cheap slut', he
mused.   

He glanced past her and noticed an open box of condoms on a table in plain view.
'Shit!'  He nonchalantly got up, walked to the table so that he blocked her view
and slipped the box of ribbed rubbers into a drawer.  Returning, he sat on the
opposite side of Sara from where he was before, so that he could scan the other
side of the room.  She continued bemoaning her lot in life.

He then noticed a faint bruising around her wrists and upper arms as well several
faint linear discolorations on her legs, and an obvious contusion on her inner
thigh.  'So she likes it rough,' he thought.  As she talked, he couldn't help but
observe that she was one of those women who always seemed to make bad
choices.  He listened patiently, but with growing agitation as she never seemed to
get to the point, but when she did, he was genuinely distressed.  

"You're moving to Huntington this week?"

"I have no choice.  I've already rented out my house.  I just need to pack up a few
things and be gone."  She changed the subject yet again, "I know I've said this
before, but you have a very beautiful home, so big and so spacious."  

A few minutes later she finally stopped beating around the bush and asked if
Traci could live with them.  He had to struggle to maintain his composure as the
prospect of losing his new little fuck gave way to the unbelievable opportunity of
having her mother make the young slut available to him 24-7.  

Brad cleared his throat.  "Well Sara, you know that Traci can stay here," he said
evenly concealing his glee.  "She's a delightful girl and she won't be a problem at
all.  She and Kim are practically like sisters."  He paused wondering what to say
next.  He knew he couldn't seem overeager.  After a pregnant pause he added,
"The only problem I see is one of legal custody."

"Oh!  I don't want to give her up for adoption."

"That's not what I was thinking.  I am a widower, a single man, 37 years old, and
having a fifteen-year old girl just move in my house may invite malicious gossip
and maybe even some legal problems.  If she were to stay here for the next few
years, I should be made her legal guardian. That way there would be no question
as to why she is living here, not to mention I would be able take care of any
medical questions, car insurance and all the other things requiring parental
consent and/or parental responsibility in your absence."

"Oh yeah, I see your point."

"If it would be of help, I'll have my attorney draw up the papers."

"Yes, that would be helpful, Brad.  You're so smart, I wish I could find a man like
you."

'Yeah, a man with lots of money,' he thought, 'but you're not my type, slut.'  He
stifled a smirked as he mused, 'Your slut daughter is more to my liking.'  He
leaned forward to close the deal.  "Well, I'll talk to Harry DuBois tomorrow and
set up an appointment for you to go over to his office and give him the pertinent
details."

"Oh thank you Brad.  You and Teresa have always been so kind to Traci.  If it
weren't for you, I don't know what kind of life she might have. Truth is, in
Huntington, I don't know if I would be able to protect her.  There is one other
problem, and I hate to ask or impose upon your generosity."

Brad warily asked, "What's the problem?"

"I need to get to Huntington as soon as possible, and school won't be out for
another few weeks. There is no way that I can pull my boys out of school at this
point in the school year.  Zach graduates in three weeks, then he's going into the
Marines.  Tommy, well he's struggling enough as is.  Is there any way the boys
could stay with you until school is out?  Once school is over, I should be settled in
and Tommy can move to Huntington with me.  I know this is a big imposition,
but..."

Three or four weeks?  Brad immediately threw in the towel not wanting to give
her any reason to hang around Rockford any longer than necessary.  Even though
Teresa always felt empathetic towards her, he always felt she was an unfit mother
and was always uncomfortable allowing Kim to spend much time at her home. 
To be rid of her and not the daughter, now that was a terrific situation and wasn't
something to jeopardize.  "I understand the problem and I'll make room for them
too, but only for a few weeks."

"Oh Brad you're such a sweetheart!"  She twisted slightly in her chair and stuck
out her tits slightly.  "How can I thank you?"  

"No thanks are necessary Sara." 'I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole lady,
you probably have the crabs.' "I know you have lots to do Sara, so if you want,
Traci can stay here tonight.  I'll bring her home after school tomorrow to get her
things."

"Oh, that would be fine with me. I have lots of packing to do tonight and
tomorrow.  If I'm lucky, maybe I'll get back to Huntington Wednesday and start
my new job."

"Well I'm not sure how long the lawyer will take getting the papers drawn up."

"If we have to, we can handle the papers through the mail.  You don't think that
would be a problem do you?"

"No, that shouldn't be a big problem, just remember that when you do sign, you
have to do it in presence of a notary public."  Suddenly Brad felt magnanimous
towards the hard-luck woman.  "How about if I throw some steaks on the grill. 
Won't take but thirty minutes and dinner will be ready.  How about joining us
tonight?"

It had been some time since she had a steak dinner and she wasn't shy about
accepting his offer.  Brad went to the kitchen and pulled four thick t-bones from
the freezer and brought them out to light the gas grill.  On the patio he nearly
stepped on several loose condoms, still in their wrappers.  "Damned kids," he
muttered as he scooped them up and stuck them in his pocket. He wondered how
many other rubbers were carelessly strewn about, and he regretted asking her to
hang around where she might find something.

Outside, he found Sara out by the pool talking to the girls.  He lit the grill and
joined them.  To his dismay, Kim and Traci weren't much more modestly dressed
than before.  They still wore only the skimpy string bikini tops, but they did have
on legless cutoff shorts.  As he approached them he noticed that the girls had left
their shorts unbuttoned and unzipped, exposing bare skin down to their shaved
pubic mound.  

"Uh, Kim," he started trying not to stare at the girls' crotches, "Traci's mom is
joining us for dinner.  I'm putting on steaks as soon as the grill gets hot.  Go put
four potatoes in the microwave, fix a salad and set the table."  He turned to Sara,
"Would you like a beer or something?"

"Sure darling, I'd love a beer."

"Traci, go help Kim, but be a dear and first bring us two beers from the fridge."

"Sure DaDee," she beamed and strutted off with Kim.  The legless shorts were so
short, that their lower ass cheeks were clearly exposed.  Try as he might, Brad
couldn't help but stare at the display.

"Lovely girls, aren't they?" asked Sara not missing his stare.

"Yes, very lovely," agreed Brad somewhat piqued at himself for being caught
ogling the girls like the dirty old man he was.  "Well did you tell Traci?"

"No, I didn't have the heart.  I feel like I'm abandoning her."  

Brad grew apprehensive that she was having second thoughts.  'Shit! I blew it!'
There was an awkward silence until Traci returned with two cold brews.  Now
Brad couldn't help but stare at her tits jiggling as she walked, seemingly ready to
explode from the too small top.  

"Here Mama, DaDee."  Traci smiled as she handed him the beer.  Brad sensed
that her mother could feel the sexual energy crackling between them.  Traci
turned and walked away.  Try as be might, Brad couldn't help but stare again.  He
struggled to contain the hardon growing in his trunks.  He silently cursed himself
and hoped no one would notice as the baggy swim trunks tented out

"Traci honey," said her mother, "did you know that your butt is hanging out of
those shorts?"

Traci rolled her eyes and exclaimed, "Oh Mama, don't be so old fashioned.  I
think they're cute!"

"They are cute honey, but your butt is hanging out."  Traci continued on to the
kitchen to help Kim. 

Brad excused himself and set about the task of cooking the steaks, glad for a
reprieve and the opportunity to let his dick deflate.  Sara followed him over to the
grill, amused at his attempt to conceal his embarrassment. "I like mine medium, if
you don't mind," she purred.  

"Oh, of course.  I forgot to ask.  I assumed...I know how Kim and Traci like their
meat."  Brad cringed at the double innuendo and quickly added, "this makes it
much easier, four medium steaks."  

Sara inhaled the aroma of the grilling meat as it wafted into air.  This was an
unexpected treat.  Her sister wasn't much of a cook and Red wasn't picky about
what he ate, so the meals of the past few days weren't anything memorable.  

"Hmmmmmm, smells so good."  Sara started rambling on about not having a
good meal, much less a good steak in a long time.  Brad concentrated on not
burning dinner.

They were halfway through dinner when Sara finally broached the subject with
Traci.  "Traci, I have to move out town or I'm going to lose the house.  I've asked
Mr. Johnson if you could stay with Kim for a while and he has agreed."  Traci
looked at Kim and both girls smiled with excitement.

"I'm staying here?"

"Yes, dear.  I'm going to be living with your Aunt Linda and Uncle Red for a
while until I find a place of my own.  There's really no room and besides the
schools are much better here than in Huntington."

"I get to live here with Kim and DaDee?"

"Yes dear.  I'm going to miss you darling.  I do hope you don't think I'm..." 

The shrieks of happiness from the two excited girls dispelled any notion that
Traci was unhappy with the arrangement.  

Traci didn't want any thing to do with Uncle Red.  Just the thought of him made
her cringe, even though it had been nearly six years since she saw him last. She
remembered the terror she felt as a girl of nine when he grabbed her, kissed her
and felt up her pussy through her panties.  She remembered him laughing as she
ran from her own bedroom to the protection of Aunt Linda as her own mother
was still at work.  She remembered him leering at her all night, Aunt Linda telling
him to leave her alone, and the smack to the face Aunt Linda got for protecting
her.  They left the next day and Traci hadn't seen him since; Sara saw to that.
 
"What about Zach and Tommy?"

"Mr. Johnson has been kind enough to offer to let the boys stay here too for a few
weeks until Zach goes off to basic training.  After that Tommy will be joining
me."   Kim grinned knowingly.  The prospect of two additional stiff rods
available to them delighted her.  She liked balling Traci's brothers.

"Tommy doesn't like Uncle Red either," stated Traci.  "He said Uncle Red and his
boys..."

"That's enough Traci.  Tommy won't be moving to Huntington until I find a place
of my own."

"Why can't he just stay here?" asked Kim.

"No, that's too much an imposition on your dad."

Traci flatly stated, "I love you Mama, but don't expect me to come visit you if
Uncle Red is anywhere around.  He scares me."

"Don't worry dear, I won't let him anywhere near you.  Now I want you to obey
Mr. Johnson and do just as he says.  What he says goes, no arguments. If you don't
obey him, you might wear out your welcome to stay here."

Traci cut her eyes to Brad and said, "Don't worry Mama, I'll do whatever he says."

'That's right you little slut,' thought Brad darkly.  'You'll drop'em when I say
drop'em and spread'em wide.'

After they were finished eating and the girls were cleaning up, Brad was ready for
a walk to settle the heavy meal. He asked Sara, "You have time to take a little
walk around the property?"

"Sure, I have time.  I'm so grateful to you Brad.  You don't know what a relief it is
to know that my kids will be well cared for."

"Don't mention it, I assure you that is my pleasure."

They walked down to the work shed and passed the wreaked Mercedes and van. 
Sara surveyed the damage.  Brad told her, "I was giving the girls a driving lesson
and well...I'll have the Mercedes towed tomorrow to a body shop, but the van, I'm
just going to have to replace it." Sara didn't ask who was driving and Brad didn't
offer the information.  They walked down to the pier and the newly reconstructed
boatlift.  

"You have three boats?"

"Yes, a ski boat, the sail boat, and my favorite, the bass boat.  I love to fish early
in the morning.  I also have a pair of jet skis.  I guess it's about time to take them
out of storage and put the in the water. The kids love the ski boat and jet skis. I
really haven't been sailing since before Teresa was killed, but kids enjoy it.  The
bass boat is new, my old one disappeared during that big hail storm."

"My boys are just going to love it here."

Thinking of that storm, he realized he hadn't checked the mooring on the sailboat
since the kids took it out last.  Without explanation, he pulled off his muscle shirt
and dove into the water, swimming vigorously in the cool water to the floating
pier in the middle of the cove where the sailboat was moored.  Checking the
lines, he was pleased that it was done right, then he swam back to the pier where
Sara stood watching.

"Water's still a little cool," he exclaimed as he climbed the ladder from the water,
goose bumps rising on his wet skin.  "I had to check the lines.  During the storm,
the boat wasn't properly tied and it floated off.  Took days to find it.  But it's just
fine."

Sara liked what she saw in the muscle shirt, but without the shirt she was sorely
tempted to run her fingers through the sparse body hair that completely covered
his muscular torso and play with his erect man-nipples.

They followed the shoreline trail around the north cove,  Brad pointing out all the
wildflowers that were in bloom. 



"This is all your property?"

"Yes it is."

"All this lakefront property must be worth a fortune.  You ever plan on selling any
of it?"

"No, I'm not selling.  I like looking out on to the lake and seeing trees rather than
someone else's house. I like the privacy."

They were standing where Ed's floating dock used to be.  Sara looked back across
the cove towards the house.  She felt Brad standing close behind her.  Suddenly
his hands ran under her cut off t-shirt and stroked the bare flesh of her breasts. 
She softly moaned and leaned back into him, enjoying the feel of his strong hands
tenderly exploring her big tits.

'Yeah, she's a slut," thought Brad as he freely tweaked an erect nipple.  He smiled
as he remembered the condoms in his pocket.  He certainly wasn't planning on
this, but like his lawyer Harry DuBois once said, "Never turn down a willing
slut."   

He felt confident that he could fuck her right then and there, but it really was a
little too much in the open.  After about two minutes of feeling her up, a
fisherman approached as if to prove his point, trolling and slowly working the
shoreline for bass.  He dropped his hands from under her shirt and said, "Come
on, let me show you the rest of the place."

Sara followed him around the north cove to the main peninsula.  Her pussy
twitched as she studied the rippling muscles of his V-shaped back as he walked. 
Though she was something of a professional, she yearned for him to take her in
the woods. They cut across the neck of the peninsula near the front gate.  Sara
saw the ground littered in fading pink from the bloomed out azaleas and thought
how beautiful they must have been just a few weeks ago when in full bloom. 
They walked down the hill and crossed a small footbridge near the head of the
south cove.  Next thing she knew, they were in a small clearing, completely out of
view of everything and everyone.

Brad stopped and turned.  Without saying a word he unbuttoned and unzipped her
shorts and pulled them down.  'Yep, I was right,' he thought, 'no panties.'  Next he
pulled her shirt over her head and except for her sandals she was completely
nude.  As he dropped his swim trunks he studied her body.  'Not bad, not bad at
all.'  Then he noticed the numerous bruises on her freckled tits.  He tenderly
touched a bruise and asked her, "Do you like it rough?"

"No, I really don't, I...Please go easy, I'm a little sore."  

Brad pushed her to her knees and rubbed his soft cock in her face.  Sara kissed
and suckled his dick until it had grown to its full extent.  Her wide lips stretched
over his massive glans and she worked him deeper and deeper until she had him
deep throated. He held her by the hair and began fucking her mouth as she
expertly maintained suction while rubbing her tongue against his cock tube. Wet
smacking noises filled the air.

After ten minutes of face fucking, Brad pulled his thick 9-inch penis from her
throat.  He retrieved a condom from his swimsuit and rolled it over his throbbing
cock.  Sara lay back in the leaf litter, her knees bent and her legs spread,
twiddling her twat as she watched him sheath his manly organ, hoping and
praying that this man would give her the orgasm she so desperately craved and
not just fuck her for his own quick pleasure. 

Brad knelt between her legs and lifted her thighs, pushing her knees forward
against her chest.  Her pussy was gaped open, revealing grossly distended inner
lips, hanging like slabs of raw meat.   Sitting upright and scooting up to her crotch
on his knees, he nestled into her abused crotch until the head of his cock rested on
her stomach.  He rotated his hips back and directed the tip of his dick to her
pussy, where he slithered the head up and down her sopping wet slit, teasing her
for a minute, before nestling the head in the maw of her vagina.  

Pressed forward, his latex shrouded cock glided effortlessly into her well-used
cunt hole.  Once buried deep, he paused and began massaging her now swollen
clit with his thumb.  Sara closed her eyes and drifted off in a sea of sensual
pleasure as he fucked her, slowly at first, but with more intensity as time drifted
by.  She felt a glow begin somewhere in the area of her hotly pulsating vagina as
a wave of pure pleasure rose within her, relentlessly building to that penultimate
pleasure she so desperately craved.  As the climatic wave broke over her, her
loose cunt muscles tried to clamp down on his wonderful thrusting shaft, but they
were not up to the task after the fisting she'd received late last night.

Brad couldn't believe how sloppy her pussy was. Even to his big dick she felt
very, very loose and as the climax swept over her, he could hardly feel her
stretched muscles trying to contact.  Still the climax was real and she bucked
about as she cried out lustily, "Ohhhhhhhhhhh fffffuuuuucccckkkkkk
baaaaaaabbbbbbbbbyyyyyyyy, yessssssssss, yessssssssss, oh god
yyyyeeeessssssssss!"

Once he was certain her orgasm had passed, he pulled out.  He rolled her over,
admonishing her, "On your hands and knees slut!  I'm going to fuck your ass!" 

Whimpering pathetically, Sara got up on all fours. Spreading her ass checks,
Brad saw the fresh black bruises from the cruel fingers that had pried her ass wide as a
whole hand was shoved up her butt. 

"Jesus!" 

He'd never seen anything quite like it, however his concerns for her receded as he
pushed into her.  There was no real resistance.  He had expected her butt to be a
lot tighter than her pussy, but it was just as loose.  He had expected her to thrust
her hips back into him, but she didn't.  He sawed away at her ass for a few
minutes before tiring of her.  'Why am I wasting my time with this whore, when
I've got two tight snatches waiting for me tonight?'  

He pulled out and was amazed that her sphincter didn't seem to close at all, but
stayed gaping wide open.  'Wide enough to drive a truck through it.'  Keeping her
cheeks gently pried open, he watched to see how long it would take before she
closed up. 

He heard the sound of a stick cracking behind him.  Brad turned and saw two
boys gawking at the lewd scene they were just witness to.   Brad recognized the
two as he had seen them using this spot several times last year.  

"Oh sorry Mister," apologized the black haired boy.  He started to take his blow
buddy back down the path to their boat but Brad waved them to come closer.  The
two boys approached cautiously.  Their wide-eyed expressions revealed their awe,
as they had never before seen two adults naked, much less two adults fucking. 
They got close enough that they could clearly see into her red raw rectum through
her huge hole.  

"Jezum!" whispered the blond boy.  

"Boys, that's a worn out asshole if ever I saw one."  Brad released her ass cheeks
and pushed her over.  She ungracefully sprawled out, giving the boys their first
view of tits in the flesh.  She didn't try to cover herself; she just let the boys gawk
at her nudity.  

"Sara," he said, "you're the loosest fuck I've ever encountered.  Here!"  He tossed
her shirt and shorts.  "Get dressed, I've got other things to do tonight."  The words
stung.  

The boys stared in wonderment at the size of Brad's dick as he pulled the tightly
stretched and filthy condom from his semi-flaccid prick before pulling on his
swim trunks.

'It's not my fault,' she wanted to say, but she knew that ultimately she was to
blame for letting Red and his three boys abuse her so much.  Tears formed at the
corner of her eyes and rolled down her cheek.    

Brad couldn't stand to see a woman cry, particularly over words he had said.  He
gently wiped a tear from her cheek and apologized, "I'm sorry Sara, I shouldn't
have said that."

She sniffed, "That's okay.  I'd better go."

"Wait, wait a minute.  I have a favor to ask."

"Anything you want Brad."

"Fuck these two little cocksuckers.  Maybe a little pussy will encourage a healthy
interest in girls." Before she could reply, Brad was pulling her t-shirt off again.
"Hey, I'll pay you."  

Turned to the boys, Brad asked, "You guys want a little pussy?  Sara here will
fuck both of you.  Come on darling, drop those shorts and show the boys what a
real woman's pussy looks like."  

He dug in his pocket and pulled out the remaining two condoms.  

"These rubbers are for the safety of everyone involved," he told the two boys.
"After she sucks your dick until its hard, put a rubber on before you fuck her.  Go
ahead and open them up.  When you put it on, just unroll it down your shaft. 
Here, tell you what, I'll hold them for you until you're ready.  Come on boys, get
naked, the meter's running and the lady is waiting for you."

The two boys quickly stripped down.  Brad was pleased to see that they both had
firm hardons from the expectation of fucking a girl, even a girl old enough to be
their mother.   Sara sat naked on her haunches as the black haired boy tentatively
approached her.  She reached out and grabbed him by the hips and pulled him
towards her waiting mouth.  She voraciously sucked him like the whore she was,
and within a minute he was crying, "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" as he tried to pull
out before cumming in her mouth.  She held him close and finished him off.  

Brad was amused at the worried look in the boy's face.  "Don't worry kid.  She
likes sperm.  I'll bet in ten minutes she'll have you up again and ready to fuck."  

Brad looked at the blond boy. "Come on kid and get your rocks off by a
professional."  The blond boy boldly stepped forward.  She licked at his balls
first, then she sucked just his dickhead for a few moments before swallowing him
whole, swirling her tongue around his young cock.  He lasted a little longer than
his friend and didn't even consider pulling out before she had drained his nuts.

"Okay Blackie, it's your turn again," directed Brad  "This time she's just going to
suck you until she gets you hard again.  Then you can fuck her pussy."  

The black haired boy stepped forward.  This time she started with his balls and
licked him back to his asshole.  As she flicked her tongue across his virgin hole
he gasped, "Goddamn, goddamn!"  By the time she worked her way back to his
dick he was semi-erect.  She nibbled up the length of his cock tube to the little
fold of skin just under the rim of his cock crown.  Blood rushed into his cock
swelling it thicker.  She took his cock crown in her mouth and teased it with her
tongue until he was hard as a rock. 

She pulled off and lay down before him, lewdly spreading her legs with her knees
slightly bent.  "Fuck me," she hissed sultrily, "I want you to fuck me!"  

Brad handed the kid a condom and with shaking hands Blackie fumbled around. 
Brad was beginning to think that he would have to put it on for him, when the kid
figured it out and rolled it on his stiff rod. He took up the missionary position and
she guided his virgin dick to her wanton fuck tunnel.  A tunnel it was, but the kid
didn't know any better and didn't mind at all as he rattled around in her warm
enveloping flesh, doing the age-old in and out with a whore thrice his age.  He
lasted some ten minutes before shot his wad into the reservoir tip of the latex.  He
rolled off onto the ground, exhausted from his efforts.

Sara sat back up on her haunches and with a mischievous look, signaled the blond
boy with her index finger to come to her.  Mesmerized by the sight of her
nakedness, he slowly approached, feasting his eyes on her tits. Before she could
reach out and grab him, he went to knees and bent forward to suckle a tit.  Then
as Brad had instructed him while his friend fucked her, he kissed his way down
her stomach to top of her vulva. She lay back on the ground and spread her legs
for him.  Tentatively he stuck his tongue into her sex, tasting a woman for the
first time.   She had douched before leaving Huntington earlier and she had a
pleasant odor and taste.  It was a taste he instantly liked.  He buried his face
between her distended labia and feasted on the juices seeping from her stretched
cunt.  

After a few minutes of slobbering on her, Brad showed him her clit. "Lick it
around the base and along the sides.  This is what gives a woman her climax. 
Always be sure and pleasure her.  That way she'll be eager to fuck you again." 
The blond boy eagerly put to his task of bringing her an orgasm.   

As she approached the point of no return, she gazed up at Brad, and whispered,
"Thank you, thank you," before loudly bursting out with, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhh gawd!"  He kept licking her super
sensitive clit until she pushed him away, panting, "That's enough, that's enough!" 

The blond boy looked up from her crotch, his entire face glistening with pussy
juice, seeking approval from his instructor.  "You did good boy.  Look at her.  She
loved it!  Now put on that rubber; she's ready to fuck."  

The boy was fully erect and didn't need any additional oral stimulation.  He
reached for his condom and rolled it on like a pro. "Go ahead, fuck her!" ordered
Brad.  He mounted her like his friend and she guided him to the honey hole of her
grateful snatch.

By the time Blondie rolled off of her it was getting late, and sun was rapidly
fading.  Brad lifted her from the ground and brushed off the leaf litter covering
her back and buttocks before she dressed.  Brad turned to the two worshiping
teens and said, "See you later guys.  You both did good, real good."

"Thanks Mister," said Blackie.

"Yeah, thanks.  And thank you lady," added Blondie.

"You're welcome boys," she said sweetly.  

As the two adults walked back towards the house, they heard the boys' outboard
motor start. Sara took Brad's hand and stopped him.  "Thank you for a wonderful
afternoon.  I wish more men were considerate like you. Rarely do I get the
pleasure of an orgasm when some john is fucking me.  Two in one afternoon,
that's a record."

"Glad you enjoyed it.  How much do I owe you?"

"Nothing Brad, I just wish you had enjoyed it more."  Her hand found his prong
still semi hard from the lurid acts he had gleefully watched.  She pulled down his
trunks and went down on him. She lovingly mouthed his cock head, savoring the
favor of his precum as her tongue danced across his oozing cock slit.  She wet her
finger and coated it with his own natural lubricant and while sucking him off,
wormed her finger up his butt.  

"Yeah baby," he hissed  "That's it!  Damn, you really suck cock good!  Suck it
slut!  Suck it!  Damn, I love a finger up my butt!  Yeah, slut, finger fuck me while
you suck my prick!  God damn that feels good!"  

The rubbing on his prostate and expert sucking soon took its toll and he felt his
balls beginning to churn as the tip of his dick tingled.  His lust-swollen dick
seemed to grow even larger just before he erupted in her mouth.  "Ahhh!  Ahhh! 
Ahhh!  Ahh! Ah!" he cried to each pulse of shooting sperm, until mere dribbles of
semen accompanied the final few pleasurable contractions.

She continued sucking him until he was completely limp, extracting every drop of
cum from his dick.  "Mmmmmmmmm," she murmured as she licked her lips
clean of any stray man juice.  "You taste very good, Mr. Johnson.  You know
that?"

"My wife thought so too," he replied.  "Thanks for a great blow job."

"Anytime, Brad, anytime."

After he pulled up his trunks she looked at him in the gloom of the faded day.  "I
saw what effect my daughter had on you on the patio.  Is she going to safe living
with you?"

Brad looked her in the eye and honestly replied, "Sara, I'll treat her like she was
my own daughter."

  
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