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 Crystal - by Mack the Knife

   Sixteen - And the Children Shall Lead the Way

   Marcus awakened me by rapping on the door.  "Up man, time to get
moving." He said through the door.

   "Okay." I replied.  Rolling over, and dislodging Crystal from my
shoulder.  She sat up groggily.  "We need to get it together and get
moving." I told her.

   She shook her head.  "Oooh." She was rubbing her head.  "Headache."

   I grinned at her.  "That's a hangover." I said.  "Drank a lot last
night?"

   She turned her eyes to mine, and leered.  "Boy, did I." She said, and
gave me a feral smile.

   I chuckled and threw her tee-shirt at her.  "I meant alcohol, you
insatiable beast." I said.

   She fielded the throw and started putting it on.  "Yeah, that, too." She
said, agreeably.  "And I can so be sated.  And the first time I am, I'll
let you know." It felt good to finally get her needs to the level of
banter, where we could just talk about them freely when it came up.  It
beat the hell out of skirting the issue, or just not talking about it.

   We managed to get dressed without going at one another, which was
definitely on my mind.  Crystal got all the clothes together and back into
their suitcases, and we were lugging them out the door.  We got everyone
loaded into the Cherokee, except Marcus and Sarah, who were waiting
patiently beside the pickup.  One may wonder how we managed to get Sarah
into the room with Marcus.  Well, we said she was the other daughter of
Lance's, and Marcus got the adjoining room to theirs.  Simple.

   I offered to buy everyone sodas at the convenience store next to the
motel.  They all called out their various requests, and off I went.  The
clerk was a kid, about eighteen.  As I entered he was speaking.

   "...should have been at the dance, man." He said into the phone.  He was
silent a second, followed by "Because there were these three hot young
chicks there, from out of town." Silence.  "They partied with us for a
while, then they, like, started giving guys blowjobs behind the building."
Pause.  "No.  Every dude that wanted one.  It was wild." Long Pause.  "They
didn't give out no numbers, dummy.  They said it was a one-time deal, that
they were from Atlanta, and doing it on a dare for their private school." I
grabbed the sodas and came up to the counter.  "I dunno," he said.  "Maybe
ten or fifteen guys each." Pause as rang me up.  "Hell yeah, I had all
three do it to me." He bagged my sodas up and picked the phone back up. 
"Have a nice day." He said to me.

   "You too." I said.  Grinning widely.  Those three had just created a
local legend in these parts.  This would be talked about for years to come.

   "I tell ya, they weren't from..." The door cut him off.

   I walked back to the group.  Handing out sodas.  I announced that the
girls had made quite an impression on the locals last night.  They all
giggled and Marcie blushed.  The two men looked confused for a second, then
went blank for another second, before nervously joining the laughter.  We
all piled into the vehicles, and headed for Atlanta.

   As we pulled onto the beltway, Marcie used a new cell phone to make a
couple of calls.  Soon, she was giving me directions to leave the freeway
and guided me down some side streets.  We pulled into the driveway of a
modest brick home.  Not unlike my own.  The doors thumped as we all got
out. An elderly woman of about sixty answered the door.  She was elegant,
tall, slim, and very pleased to see the girls.  She hugged each in turn,
then turned to us men.

   "So, you are the men who are causing such a fuss?" She asked us, her
voice was heavily German accented.  "Please, come in." She focused on each
of us in turn.  When she brought those eyes to bear on me, I gasped.  They
were the most beautiful shade of green, they were my daughter's eyes, and
my wife's eyes, but full of wisdom and gentleness.  This woman had known
the predator, and she had lived long enough to beat it.

   She guided us down a short hall into a beautifully furnished living
room. "Take a seat, gentlemen." She requested.  Her gestures were fluid and
graceful.  I was looking at one of the first Chimeras.

   After we sat down, she brought us each coffee and small cakes.  "It is
time for mid-afternoon tea, gentlemen." She sat properly on a small, ornate
chair.  "We can speak over tea." She said.  Her heavy German accent gave
her even more an air of elegance.

   She looked at the girls, all sitting together on the couch. 
Immediately, they all knelt before her, and almost in unison, they said "I
thank you for your time, Great Mother."

   She waved them up and said, "You honor me, Granddaughters," and smiled.
"every day you grow so much.  Soon you will be mothers, too, and we will be
stronger for it." The girls rose, grinning and took their places on the
couch.

   As if to say `that is a formality we are done with,' she turned to us
three men, all sitting in armchairs.  "It is good to finally meet you,
Nathaniel." She said.  My eyes betrayed me to her.  "Yes, I know you, my
boy." She laughed, a soft and musical sound.  "You were the chosen mate of
my granddaughter.  And that is no small thing." She said.

   I knelt on the floor before her, and took her hand, gently, it was warm,
and soft.  I kissed it.  "I thank you for your time, Mother." I said
reverently.

   "GREAT Mother." Crystal said in a stage whisper.

   I shook my head.  "No, she is my mother, or very nearly so." I looked at
the luminous eyes Crystal was looking at me with, then at the woman before
me.  "She is Andrea, my father's first love."

   Andrea's eyes sparkled as I said that.  She nodded slowly.  "Yes, I see
your father in your face, now." She laughed again, and the sound was
glorious.  "Of course, I was much younger, then, but so was he, I am sure.
Is he well?"

   "He is well, Mother." I said.  She finally realized I was still on my
knee and she gestured me to retake my seat.  "You honor me, Son." she said
with a formal voice.  And I sat back down.  She nodded to Crystal, "You've
trained him well, Granddaughter." She said approvingly.

   Crystal giggled.  "Mother housebroke him, Great Mother." The other girls
giggled at that.

   Andrea smiled.  "Yes, she probably did at that.  They're much better to
get already knowing their place, no?" This sent the girls into a fit of
laughter, and the Great Mother smiled to hear the sound.

   After a moment, she leaned toward me.  "I so seldom get to hear the
laughter of my Daughters, these days." Her face grew serious and she looked
at me hard.  Andrea had beaten the predator, but the predator was now hers
to control as she wished.

   "I must ask you, Nathaniel, why do you come here?" She said.

   I searched a moment, then finally decided to just out with it.  I
reached into my coat and pulled out one of the glass bottles.  "This brings
me to you." I said.  Placing the bottle in her hand, and curling her long,
slender fingers over it.  "Freedom for your Daughters."

   For the first time, I saw something other than the staid control that
this woman exuded.  Genuine excitement and the impact of memory.  "I have
not seen a bottle such as this in...almost fifty years." She said, her
breath short.  She held it up and looked at the label.  "By the hand of
god." She said, her eyes miles away.  "Your grandfather left this?"

   I smiled broadly.  "It can free your Daughters from the bad men the mob
has forced upon them."

   She nodded slowly.  "Ja." She said.  "But we must eliminate the soldiers
that the leaders have guarding our men." She looked at me.  "We cannot
loose them, they are as much a part of us as any other, as you know." Her
face took on an aspect of concern.  "Without them, we die out."

   I had an idea.  And I put it forth.  "We can take care of them, or
rather, the girls can." I said.  "There is one thing that the Mafia seemed
to forget, and we have to our advantage."

   "And that is?" She asked me.

   "You are all warriors." I pointed out.  "Every one of you.  I imagine
even you can outshoot most men, and probably outfight them, too." My
expression grew earnest.  "I know you don't like to think of the
differences between Chimeras and humans, but they are real, and they are
your strength."

   She shook her head.  "No.  The girls are not warriors." She said flatly.
"They are girls, not soldiers." Her voice was emphatic.

   "Crystal, show her." I said.  Crystal stood up and fast-drew both
pistols, aiming them at a point on the wall.  The blurs that were her arms
ended in twin blued-metal handguns.  Just as quickly, the weapons
disappeared.

   I looked at Andrea.  "And she almost never misses what she shoots at."

   "Skill is not the question." The woman said, still shaking her head. 
"They are not suited for the fighting.  They cannot stand the stresses."

   "If you don't mind my saying so, that sounds like Kurz talking." I said
coldly.

   She gave me a harsh glare.  "And in that thing, if no other, he was
correct."

   "In that way, he was a blind fool, for all his genius." I countered, my
voice harsher than I liked.  "He declared the greatest genetic success in
human history a failure simply because it didn't result in an army of burly
men." I scoffed, rising from my chair and pacing to the far wall.  "Don't
you see?  He did create the perfect warrior." I pointed to the three girls
on the couch.  "In the fight, they are without fear, and outside the fight,
they are kind an gentle, and most of all loving." I held out my hand to
Crystal.  She stood and came to me.  I put my arm around her, and she
hugged close to me.  It was not a show, Crystal was that affectionate and I
loved her for every part of her now.  "They are EXACTLY what Kurz wanted,
he was just blind by prejudice." I paused and did my damndest to drill into
her skull with my stare, a trick I picked up from Crystal.  "And so are
you." I said quietly.

   The girls were shocked, and somewhat dismayed at my display.  Crystal
wouldn't go against me, but Sarah and Marcie might if Andrea ordered it.  I
hoped that she wouldn't.

   "Perhaps you are correct, Son." She said.  "We have for too long hidden
from ourselves as well as humans." Andrea stood up tall and proud.  "But,
mark my words, if you get any of these girls killed, you will answer to me,
human.  Son or no." She pointed to the three young wonders we were charged
with.  "They may be warriors, yes, but they are not men, they are my
Daughters." She gave me a rather cold look herself.  "Men are expendable."

   I nodded, and understood.  "They will not be hurt." I promised.

   She said.  "You will find the Mafia watching over the men in a warehouse
in the Northpark Industrial Complex." She pulled out a pre-marked road map.
"I am told that there are no fewer than twenty Mafia soldiers watching over
them." She looked at me a last time, and I could see a trace of fear in her
eyes.  "The men must live, Nathaniel, they must."

   I nodded to her.  "They will." I said, and wished I could assure myself
as well.  Well, you can't make an omelette without breaking some eggs. 
This day would see the Chimera free or headed toward extinction.  It all
lay in the hands of three normal men, and three exceptional girls.

   Andrea hugged the girls again, kissing each on the forehead and telling
them to come back safe.  Us men she thanked for risking our lives for the
Chimera, and kissed our foreheads as well.  "You are Chimera as much as
we." She told us.  We all took it as a high complement.  The six of us
knelt and bowed to her.  She bowed her head, and told us to go now.

   We headed out to the cars and talked on the vox's as to our plans.  We
first had to get a truck, it was decided.  Luckily, I knew how to drive a
delivery truck from a stint I did with a moving company in college.  We
prowled around until we came across one left idling as the driver went into
a store.  We changed vehicles quickly, leaving ours parked in an adjacent
parking lot.  I'm sure the driver was quite stunned when he came out and
his vehicle was gone.  But I assured myself that it was for everyone's
good.

   Since Marcus was the least recognizable of the three men, he was to be
our `face' man for our little ploy.  We located the warehouse.  There were
no guards outside, they would be too conspicuous in the concrete and glass
desolation of the park.  We trundled into the parking lot, everyone in the
cargo box, but me in the driver's seat.  I backed the ten-wheeler to one of
the cargo doors.  It was a nice warehouse, and the loading doors had big
rubber gaskets around them that sealed the truck to the wall, making an
almost air-tight seal.  As we stopped bumping the dock the receiving door
flew open and two men came out, not obviously armed, but just as obviously
able to hide a weapon in their oversized jackets.  Marcus jumped out of the
driver's seat and held up a clipboard.  "Is this 2250 Drake Ridge Road?" He
asked.

   In the box, we rolled up the truck's loading door, and looked at the
metal rolling door before us.  Crystal and Marcie grabbed the edges of the
truck's box and climbed up to the top of the warehouse's door.  In each
corner they stuck a block of plastique, about four ounces.

   Marcus declared that he had the wrong warehouse and turned back for the
truck and opened the door.  The two goons turned as well, walking back for
the receiving door.  Marcus took his pistol from the floor under the
driver's seat and shot them in the back.

   Detonators were already imbedded in the clay-like material.  As the
dropped from the top of the door, they pulled the trucks door downward. 
Sarah pushed the remote control and there was a small pop from the doors
and the truck heaved, then settled back into place.

   Lance and I heaved the truck's door upward, it tried to stick, having
been warped by the twin blasts so close to it, but it gave under our direct
effort.  It rolled upward and the girls all vaulted over the remains of the
building's rollaway door and landing in crouches inside the warehouse.

   Lance picked up his pistol and I lifted the hunting rifle.  Halfway
across the warehouse there were a dozen men sitting around a makeshift
conference area.  They were still turning to see what the hell was going on
when the girls started firing.

   Three men dropped right away, heads and chests spewing blood.  The other
men began to react as street hardened Mafia soldiers might well react. 
They started drawing weapons.  Before they could get their guns clear, six
more died in a shower of bullets from the girls and one from my own rifle
shot.  The other men kept their wits about them, and tossed the tables onto
their sides, and crouched behind them.  From our right Marcus fired his
pistol at the knot, winging one in the arm.  However, a man entering from a
door to his right fired a uzi at him and forced him back out the receiving
door.  Almost negligently, Sarah aimed one pistol at him and put a bullet
through the newcomer's forehead.  He fell back through the doorway, and I
could see more shapes moving behind the wedged open door.  The men behind
the tables began to fire back.  This was the girls' first time under actual
fire.  Like a blur, they were in motion, jinking around and assuming
low-profile positions.  Marcie dove for cover behind a trash can made of a
steel barrel, skidding on the floor and losing several layers of skin on
her arms and knees.  Two more men fell from the girls constant barrage of
bullets.  And one was shot through a table by the high-powered rounds that
the rifle I was using fired.  A bullet zinged off the metal frame of the
truck beside my head.  I felt small splinters of metal hit my face, but
just took aim with the gun for another shot.

   The men in the room to the far right began coming out in force.  There
were five more there.  They came at the girls at a full run, not having
seen what was happening to their buddies already in the room.

   "You little bitc..." The lead mobster said before his head dissolved
into pulp from multiple bullets striking him almost simultaneously.  It did
not behoove one to actually piss chimeras off while they were in combat
mode.  Crystal turned and faced the new crowd, dropping the magazine from
one pistol, while still firing the other.  She dropped the sight-line of
her handgun only for a second to slap in a new clip of ammunition to the
first, and bring it back up, meanwhile ejecting the magazine of the second
now.  Five bodies now littered the doorway, and all the men around the
conference area were down, some still twitching.  One lifted his head only
to have it nearly severed as Marcie put a bullet through his neck.

   There was a low thudding noise, coming from the back of the warehouse,
beyond its far side loading doors.  There seemed to be no more men in here,
chimera or otherwise.  Crystal's face grew alarmed and she ran for the
truck we arrived in.  The other two girls ran for the far loading doors,
sprinting.  I went with them, along with Marcus.  Lance stayed in the
truck, at my hastily issued request.

   We managed to get to the far door just in time to see a helicopter
whirling up its rotors on the parking lot behind the warehouse.  There were
three mafia types standing near it, and a small knot of them moving from
offices in the back of the warehouse toward the chopper.  They had the
massive shapes of the male chimera before them, at gunpoint.

   There was a loud `whoosh' from behind me, and a rocket passed between me
and the door frame of the warehouse.  It darted toward the helicopter, now
almost spinning its rotors at a takeoff speed.  The pilot had time just to
widen his eyes as the rocket hit the engine.  The vehicle blew itself
apart, fuel exploding and pieces of spinning rotor flying in all
directions. The three men standing near it died in an inferno of flame and
flying debris.  The male chimera reacted instantly to the massive
distraction the exploding helicopter created.

   The six men escorting the five chimera did not last long.  They found
themselves being clubbed by their own weapons, and their necks twisted
nearly off their shoulders as men easily three times their strength ripped
into them.  One of the males, Theodore, as a matter of fact caught a bullet
in the shoulder, and one of the others took several to one leg, though he
seemed to not notice until the mafia goons were all down.

   There were sirens blaring in the distance.  Police no doubt summoned by
the neighboring businesses at the sounds of gunfire, and the two bodies
lying on the concrete of the front lot.  Two Lincoln Navigators were parked
by the back doors of the office, and everyone started piling into them.  As
the eleven of us counted heads and decided we were all accounted for while
Marcus and one of the male chimeras hotwired the trucks.

   The warble was growing near when we finally pulled out of the parking
lot and cruised onto a side road out of the park.  As soon as we were out
of sight of the industrial park and a few miles down the way, we all bailed
out and went into four different restaurants and called cabs.

   Three hours later, we were all reunited at Andrea's home.  There were
over a dozen other chimeras there then, some of them heavily armed, and two
of them carrying doctor's black bags.  The males were treated for their
injuries, and Sarah, as well, who had taken a bullet to her right forearm.
Crystal, herself, sported three nicks, one to the head, and two to her
body. The news channels were all alight with the story of the raid on the
warehouse.  Suspected mafia internal struggle was mentioned, terrorists
were also brought up.  The police spokesman said "Given the quality of the
attacking team, and their lack of casualties, or professionalism in
recovering all casualties, we must conclude that it was a paramilitary
group of highly trained professionals." The girls all got a big chuckle
from that.

   Resources were pooled between the chimera and ourselves, and we managed
to find a discreet location to go for the evening.  It was an old apartment
building, closed for renovation, but still fully furnished and had power
and water.  Each couple got a whole apartment, though, and that made all of
us happy after the close confines of the `bunker' and then motel rooms.

   One of the helpful chimeras brought us groceries about an hour after we
got to the apartment, interrupting what was starting to promise to be a
very fun evening.  She grinned as I answered the door with nothing but a
towel around me.  As she unloaded the groceries, Crystal walked into the
kitchen, nude, and hugged the woman.  The woman returned the hug, and
petted the younger girl's hair.  "You're so pretty Crystal." She said. 
"And we really wish we could thank your dad enough for putting an end to
all that mess." The woman, whose name was Sierra, smiled at me.

   Crystal made an odd face, then whispered to Sierra.  The older chimera
looked at her a moment, then whispered something back.  They both looked at
me for a long moment, then Crystal started to dress.

   I followed her into the living room.  "What was that about, angel?" I
asked her as Sierra hung back, finishing the unpacking of groceries.

   Crystal smiled at me.  "Dad, I have to feed." She said.  "That fight
drained me, almost totally."

   She did look tired, and had black around her emerald eyes.  "I'll be
more than happy to..." I started.

   She interrupted me.  "One isn't going to cut it." She shook her head. 
"Please." She said, her eyes had grown imploring.

   I nodded slowly, and sat on the couch.  She smiled and kissed me hard,
feeding her tongue into my mouth and then pulling my towel off of me.  As
she broke the contact of the kiss she said.  "Keep Sierra company." He eyes
glittered with mischievousness.

   Crystal then slipped out the back door of the apartment, onto the
external fire escape.  I heard her clanging all the way down to the street
then it was silent in the apartment.

   I peered over the back of the couch into the kitchen.  "Crystal seems to
think that you wish to keep me company while she's out." I said.

   Sierra walked into the living room and looked at me.  "I don't mind."
She said.  She seemed to be in her late twenties, still very petite, as all
chimera seemed to be, though.  She definitely had more curviness to her
than Crystal, and much larger breasts, though still not `big' by any
stretch.

   She had a winning smile, as well, and long blonde hair.  Her eyes were
not like the young girls.  There was little sign of the predator in them,
only a shimmering warmth that showed the potential lusts lurking in their
minds.  As she caught me staring at her rather curvy figure, the predator
seemed to awaken in her, though, and she smiled even more broadly.  She was
wearing a sun dress, which was bright yellow.  It offset her lightly tanned
skin gorgeously.  At least up until she slipped its shoulder straps off her
shoulders and it fell to the floor, revealing her tight, well-toned body.
She stepped forward out of the little pile of cloth, and walked up to the
back of the couch.

   She leaned over it and kissed me deeply, sliding her tongue into my
mouth and feeling around.  Her slim hands slid over my chest and crept down
my belly, finally one came to rest upon my swelling dick.  She was still
wearing tiny panties, but I soon located those and slid them over the swell
of her hips and let them fall to the floor from her knees.

   She grinned broadly as I pulled her over the back of the couch by
grabbing her waist and simply lifting her trim form over and sat her on my
lap.  She really was not much heavier than Crystal, all in all.  She
nuzzled my neck and kissed me.  "An interesting side effect of the
treatment." She said looking up into my eyes and fondling my stiff cock
with both hands.

   I looked at her.  "What's that?" I asked.

   She looked toward where Crystal had left.  "It seems to dampen the
jealousy response of mated girls." She said.  "Crystal offered you to me
tonight, and I've never heard of breeding age girls doing that with their
mates, so I figure it's the serum."

   I chuckled.  "She offered me to you?" I asked.  "Seemed she offered you
to me, to me." I said.

   She giggled and turned to straddle me, rising from my lap onto her
knees. She aimed my cock at her entrance and sat upon it.  She impaled
herself on my swollen prick, taking it deep into her in one fast stroke. 
"God damn, that's nice." She said.  Sierra just sat there a long moment,
her hot body around my throbbing dick.  "I received the treatment, too."
She said.  "Though I'm not of breeding age, I was still totally loyal to a
pretty bad man."

   She smiled as she started to ride my cock back and forth, grinding her
hips.  "You're the first partner I wanted to fuck in a very, very long
time." She said, her face blushing a little.

   Having said that, she picked up speed, and started to moan with each
forward thrust of her hips, as my dick buried itself into her squeezing
slit.  Soon she was groaning, then she let out a small yell, clutching
herself to me and kissing me as she came.  Finally, she slowed to a crawl,
and just kept rolling her hips and kissing my face and neck.

   She felt me pushing back slightly and picked up her pace again.  I felt
my own orgasm approaching, and grunted out.  "I'm about to come." It was a
habit now.

   Sierra pulled off my engorged pole and dropped to her knees at the foot
of the couch, engulfing my dick with her soft, warm lips.  I started to
come, and she gulped greedily, with an obvious look of pleasure on her
long, slim face.  I felt her lips warm as I came into her, and she seemed
to grow younger as she drank my semen down.  As she pulled her lips from my
cock, and licked her juices from me, with reverential care, she lapped at
my balls and cleaned her fluids from the shaft.

   She crawled back into my lap and curled up there.  Sighing in
contentment as she leaned her head on my shoulder.  "I thank you for the
gift, Nathaniel." She whispered into my ear.

   I kissed her soft hair and burrowed to her neck, kissing it, too, then
said.  "I gift to you freely, beautiful Sierra." I said into her mane of
lovely blonde hair.

   She seemed to fall asleep like that, and I could hear her breathing
become even and quiet.  Most of these `freed' chimera had been through hell
the past years, and I decided to let her lie, if she sought contentment in
my arms, I would grant it, if I could.

   Crystal slipped in a little while later, grinning broadly.  "Wow, dad."
She whispered.  "You wore her out." She looked at me and kissed my neck,
then lips.  "Bring her to bed with you." She said, already stripping off
her revealing little dress and headed toward the bedroom.  I picked up
Sierra, causing her to blink her eyes open a brief moment, and wrap her
arms around my neck.  As I laid her down on the bed, she looked around, and
saw Crystal, sitting naked on the other side of the bed.

   "I should go now." Said Sierra, looking worried.  "I don't want to come
between you two."

   Crystal touched the woman's thigh.  "You aren't." She said, then
giggled. "You're going to come before us." She smiled broadly and touched
her small hand to the back of my head.  She pulled me gently to her crotch
and watched as I started to lick her nearly hairless pussy.  "Watch, this
Sierra." She said, as my cock started to swell from the pheromone overdose
I was receiving.  She shifted until I was on my back with Crystal
straddling my head, and gently grinding her cunt over my mouth and nose.

   She held my cock in one hand, pointing it straight upwards.  "All yours,
Sierra." She said, inviting the woman to mount me like a pony ride.  The
older chimera straddled my middle and lifted up.  Crystal aimed me into her
and held me until the woman's labia were lying against her small hand, then
she pulled her hand free.  Sierra groaned as she finally rested on my
pelvis and began to rock back and forth gently, as Crystal rubbed her
pelvis on my face.

   Sierra looked at Crystal.  "I can't believe you're sharing him with me."
She said, her face rather concerned, but still quite pleased-looking.

   Crystal shrugged.  "For some reason, I don't feel jealous." She said,
then shuddered as I drove my tongue between her labia and into her canal
beyond them.  Soon, Sierra was moaning her way through a smaller, but
longer-lasting orgasm, leaning back and gasping for air as my cock slid
into her and then back out.  I looked down, lifting Crystal's lovely ass
from before my eyes, and saw that Crystal was rubbing Sierra's clitoris
with one hand as the woman took me into her.

   The woman's orgasm subsided and she slipped off of my still-hard cock.
"Your turn, young one." She said to Crystal, who lifted off my face and
moved around to straddle me.  Her own face was marked by impending orgasm,
as she frustratingly mounted me and took me into her very tight little
slit. She leaned forward and laid upon me and started to gently move her
hips.  I suddenly felt a tongue sliding over my balls and then it was gone,
and Crystal gasped, then it returned to my shaft as it slipped in and out
of my beautiful daughter.  Sierra was licking on both of us as I went into
Crystal and back out.  The feeling was sensational of Crystal's incredibly
muscular cunt clamping down on me, and Sierra's soft, hot tongue slipping
over my exposed parts as they revealed themselves to her.  I heard my
daughter cry out as she came and Sierra seemed to forget me for a moment,
lapping at Crystal with a fury.  Finally she quivered into subsidence and
then slowed.  My own orgasm held steady at very nearly there.  Sierra's
tongue returned to my shaft and testicles, and then Crystal started
grinding again, pushing up and down.  I could not hold back any longer, and
my come spurted into my daughter's tight hole.  It felt like a gallon to
me, as it kept firing long strand after long strand.  Finally my organ
stopped feeding Crystal's cunt come and started to become limp.

   Sierra sat up and watched as Crystal lifted herself off my swollen rod
and turned over, sitting on my belly and spreading her long, slim legs. 
Then I watched in fascination as the older chimera dove between her lovely
thighs and clamped her generous mouth over Crystal's exposed cunt.

   My daughter's entire body stiffened as she clenched every muscle in her
lower abdomen and I saw Sierra's mouth sucking gently.  Then she stopped,
pulling her mouth from my little girl's now well-used slit.  She closed her
mouth as she pulled free, but a long strand of semen extended from her soft
lips to Crystal's labia.  She scooped this stray strand up and lifted it to
her mouth with two fingers.  She had just sucked the semen from Crystal's
cunt, I finally realized, and Crystal's clenching body had been to force it
out of herself to help that process.

   Crystal sat up and the two kissed, mouths both wide open.  Then, after a
long moment, they pulled apart, and I could see come on each girl's lips.
They swallowed together and then kissed some more.  They finally stopped
kissing, then turned to me.  "We thank you for the gift, Nathaniel." They
said, almost in unison.

   I laid there watching the two beautiful girls kneeling on the bed.  "I
gift myself freely, ladies." I responded.  The two then laid on either side
of me and curled up onto my shoulders.