(Mg, Mgg, oral, anal, toys. inc)
Mike fixes Brandon up in more than one way...
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Morning came way too early. I must have rutted with Mike's youngest for nearly an hour before I spermed her cunt. It had been a leisurely screw. Nothing too frenetic. Nothing like the fucking I'd earlier given Molly. Just a well paced in and out, changing up position every so often, then continuing taking my pleasure before changing position once again. I tried to be circumspect about it, but the damned bed squeaked every time a muscle moved, or so it seemed.
Rising from bed, I caught a quick shower while Mike took a morning dump. Nothing was said about the after hour activities. Rummaging around in my black plastic bag of clothes, I found a shirt that was clean, but wrinkled, underwear, socks and a pair of trousers. Shoes? Where the F were my shoes? Then I remembered. They were out on the patio with the clothes I had worn yesterday.
I trudged downstairs and out the back. Shit! It had rained sometime during the night. Not a torrential rain, but enough to soak everything left out on the patio. My clothes weren't a particular problem, just throw them in the drier, but my shoes were wet, very wet. Not that it mattered, as I had stepped out onto the wet deck in my socks and the soles were now wet too.
Back inside and after retrieving my belt, keys, phone and wallet from the wet pants, I stuffed my wet clothes in the drier. Mike was up by that time, puttering about the kitchen in his birthday suit. It was a sight I'd soon grow accustomed to.
I grabbed a cup of coffee and a Danish and was out the door before any of the girls made an appearance downstairs. I could only imagine what he planned to feed Molly for breakfast. It surprised me that the possibility didn't upset me in any way.
Work was work. Not much to say about that, other than it paid the bills, or at least it used to pay the bills. Now with the loss of the house, there was no way I could pay the bills. This worried me all day, even though I knew that I could get out from under that crashing debt by filing for bankruptcy. My opinion of myself was at an all time low.
I didn't bring any lunch with me, and by the time noon rolled around, I was getting hungry. However, I didn't go to lunch. I couldn't afford lunch! It was a difficult afternoon. As I was carrying a few pounds too many, I was far from starving to death, but my tummy didn't see it that way.
At quitting time, I called Mike to tell him I was on my way.
"What? I'm your mother now?" he sarcastically replied.
"You've always wanted me to call when I was on my way over," I replied testily.
"That was different. You live here now. I no longer care if you walk in and find me busting my nut in one of the girls."
"Yeah, you have a point," I conceded.
"That's okay, Brandon. Thanks for the heads up. When you get here, I have something I want to talk to you about."
"Sure. Okay."
"Do you have a key?"
"No."
"Okay, I'll just leave the door unlocked."
It was a twenty minute drive from the office to Mike's house. Parking out front, I entered the house, locking the front door behind me. The house was silent, but I could hear voices coming from out back. I saw two blond heads, Mike's girls, bobbing about in the pool, playfully splashing each other. Then I saw Molly.
Mike had Molly bent over the patio table and was fucking her. I'd figured that he'd probably fuck her before I got home, so I should have been prepared for this. I stopped dead in my tracks up on the back veranda overlooking the pool and deck.
Mike looked my way, then back to the business at hand. He stopped thrusting and jerked a few times. It was obvious what was happening inside her, his cum was spewing into her. Oh, fuck me...
He pulled out and gave her a sharp slap to the ass. "Ow!" she complained, not that he paid any mind to her protest.
"Hey, Brandon! Come on down!" Mike greeted as his dripping erection began to flag.
Molly sat up and turning to me, gave me a little finger wave and called out, "Hi, Daddy!" as if me watching her being fucked by the father of her best friend was no big deal. And to everyone, but me, it wasn't a big deal. Me, I'd just have to get used to it.
I stepped down and as I came over to them, he ordered Molly back on the table on her back. He lifted her legs and lewdly spread her open. "See that," he said. "See how swollen she is and how her inner lips protrude?
"That my friend, is not the pussy of a preteen... yet it is. A preteen slut's pussy. Your daughter is a slut."
Cringing at his characterization of Molly, even though I now knew it to be the truth, I replied in a low voice, "Yeah, I gathered that."
"And notice all that milky stuff oozing from her cunt..."
"Yes, I see it."
"That's nut juice. My nut juice. It's what I wanted to talk to you about. Not just about my nut juice, but your nut juice too."
Then turning to Dana, who had just climbed out of the pool, he told her, "Come here, baby, and clean her up. She's leaking all over the damned patio. Someone could step in it, slip, fall, and hurt themselves."
Dana, without complaint or comment, walked up and buried her face in Molly's cum seeping cunt.
Satisfied that Dana was doing a good job, Mike turned to me and said, "Let's get a beer and we'll talk."
Retrieving two beers from the fridge, we retired to the back porch and sat in two rocking chairs. We watched Molly being eaten out for a minute or so. Suddenly Molly wrapped her legs about Dana's head and began to twist side by side. My baby was cumming, cumming on the tongue of Mike's youngest.
"Damn! That was hot!" he exclaimed with a laugh as Dana extracted her head from between Molly's clutching thighs. Dana then left a fucked out Molly lying on the table while she rejoined her older sister in the pool.
Turning his attention away from my whorish-looking daughter he began, "When I first began taking Kim to bed with me, I began to worry about knocking her up someday. No way did I want that to happen. She hadn't started having periods yet, so there was no danger in me doing her bareback every night at the time. Still, you have to look to the future and in the future, possibly sooner than expected, she'd begin dropping her eggs and risk getting preggo by me, her dear loving father. That just wouldn't do. So I decided I'd either use rubbers with her, or put her on the pill. Trouble was, I hate rubbers and she wasn't mature enough to go on the pill just yet, so I decided on a third option, to have my nuts sniped.
"Took an hour or so for the doc to do his thing and I was back home that afternoon. A little sore, but nothing too bad. Doc said that in a week or so, I could resume normal sexual relations, and that in about six weeks, all the little swimmers will be gone forever. I would still shoot my load, but I'd be firing blanks. Best of all, if I changed my mind at some later date and wanted to breed some cunt, the procedure was reversible! Before I committed to it, I was squeamish as hell about my nuts. After it was done, I have never regretted my decision.
"Now, let me ask you... Are you okay with knocking up Molly?"
"No!"
"So, you don't want to knock her up?"
"Yes! I mean, no."
"Then you should do what I did. Have a vasectomy."
"Can't I just put her on the pill?"
"Sure. Maybe that will work, but maybe not. Why chance it? In addition to being sniped, I put Kim on the pill when she began to bleed, knowing that after tasting the fruit, my dick wouldn't be the only dick visiting her cunt hole. When Dana starts menstruating, I'll put her on the pill too. Of course that won't protect them from encountering some guy with a dirty dick, and they know to use condoms when frolicking in the sack with some horny boy.
"So, we are in agreement?"
"Agreement? About what?" I asked looking at Molly still whorishly spread out on the patio table.
"You having your nuts clipped. Hey, it's not just Molly we're talking about here, but Dana too. You could knock up Dana, and I don't think you'd want that. I know I don't!
"Bottom line here is that if you want to fuck Dana again before she's on the pill, you'll get your nuts sniped. Understand, amigo?"
"Yeah, you have good point," I replied.
"Then it's agreed! Earlier today I called the doc who did me and he has an opening tomorrow. He'll do you first thing in the morning. You can be back at work after lunch!
"Now let's go join our little lovelies."
That night I didn't think too much about the upcoming procedure to my genitalia. But then again, with Molly and Dana entertaining me, I had other things on my mind.
Next morning, Mike drove me to the doctor's outpatient surgical center. Of course I had a mountain of paperwork to fill out, and then there was the worry whether or not my insurance would cover the cost. Not to worry, Mike told me as we drove to the clinic, "If necessary, I'll spot you the money until you get back on your feet." That did ease my mind, except I was very uncomfortable adding on more debt, debt that wouldn't be part of any future bankruptcy.
With a local anesthesia I was awake the whole time my balls were worked on. Zip, zip, zip, and I was sniped. Discharged, Mike then dropped me off at work. My boss wasn't none too happy with my failure to give him notice that I wouldn't be in that morning, but all he did was dock me for my morning pay. After the anesthesia wore off, I had a somewhat uncomfortable afternoon, but nothing unbearable, just an unpleasant aching of my balls.
Mike picked me up that afternoon. When we got home, my nude daughter was lying over the lap of this big bearish man who was running his huge hand over her bare butt. He too was nude. Molly saw me, hopped off his lap and came running to give me a kiss. I had to consider that he had been fucking my little girl that afternoon after school, but what could I do about that now? Call the cops? Not hardly. Take him on? Christ, the guy had upper arms as thick as my thighs! Besides my nuts were already tender enough and if he had mind to giving me the squeeze... I shuddered to think of the agony that would cause, as well as the possible damage to my testicles.
Mike was unconcerned and introduced the man to me as James. James, it turned out, was the lawyer he had spoken to me about and good friend of Mike's who frequently stopped over to play with "Tits", his big breasted niece, Tanya.
"How are your balls?" he asked jovially as he stood to shake my hand. He was tall too, a least a head taller than I was. And his dick... he had an impressive cut salami.
"A bit tender, but not too bad," I honestly replied.
"Good. That tenderness will go away in a few days. I had my balls sniped a few years ago and I haven't missed a thing, except dodge a few frivolous paternity suits. Shot those bitches down in flames big time! Best insurance I ever took out!"
Changing the subject he said, "I understand you have some legal issues."
"Yes, his wife flipped out and burned down the house. Now the insurance won't pay," Mike explained succinctly.
"Let Brandon speak for himself," James gently admonished.
"Right," Mike said contritely. "You two talk and I'll go see about the girls." With that Mike disappeared out the back door.
We sat back down on the sofa where I explained my financial issues while James listened, scribbling notes on a yellow pad he had handy.
When I finished, he looked up and said, "You're fucked!"
"I know that," I said not amused.
"I can help you," he then said in all seriousness. "It's really quite simple, provided you do as I say. Now, to be clear, I'm not used to handing out free legal advice... That's against my principles," he added with smile. "Do you want me to represent you?"
"Uh, I'm broke. Dead broke," I told him. "I can't possibly pay you anything."
"Nonsense. You still have assets. But let's not quibble about my fee, not just yet. Besides, this first hour of consultation is free.
"You say you only have the one credit card?" he went on.
"Yes."
"Very frugal of you, but that won't save your ass. These days it's a fact of life that everyday living is tough for anyone without a credit card, even dead beats. The question is, do you want to save that line of credit and save yourself a lot of hassle and embarrassment in the future?"
"I don't see how."
"Simple. Pay it off. Pay it off before we file. You can't be seen favoring one creditor over another, so the one credit card is a blessing. So, if we can get that paid off... How much do you owe on that card?"
I told him, approximately.
"That should be manageable.
"How much cash on hand do you have?"
I told him. It wasn't much, certainly not enough to pay off the credit card in full.
"What about your cars? When you file, they'll only allow you to keep one car."
"Well, I have my truck. It's paid off. And then there's my wife's car."
"Your wife's car? I don't suppose she'll be needing it for a few years," he said with a straight face. "Who's name is it in?
"Mine."
"How much is it worth?"
"Gee, I dunno. Maybe six, seven thousand."
"Sell it! Sell it tomorrow. Use the money and pay off that credit card pronto!"
"Ummm, there's a problem with that."
"What problem?" James asked.
"It got towed. She used it to block the road so the fire trucks couldn't get to the house while it burned."
"Hmmm... That in and of itself is a criminal offense, possibly good for another two, three years in jail, if they bother with it.
"Well, you didn't park it there, did you?"
"No."
"Then you should be able to recover it. Not your fault she used it in the commission of a crime.
"It's been impounded for how many weeks now?" he asked.
"Two, going on three."
"Well, the towing and daily impoundment fees may be rather steep by now. But that's not your fault. Seeing that your wife is a certified loon, just say you didn't know where she left the car and you've been looking for it. Better, yet, I'll get a court order to have it released to you for a minimum fine. How does that sound?"
"Great! But if I sell it, don't I need the title?"
"Of course you need the title. I thought you said the car was in your name."
"It is, but the title was in the house when she it burned down."
"People lose their titles all the time. All you need to do is apply for a new title with the DMV. That will take a few days. It's going to take me a few days to get Judge Wilkes to spring your car. But once that's done, sell the car and pay off the credit card in full. Then don't use that card again until I say you can. Put it away somewhere safe and out of reach and temptation. From this very moment forward, use cash or your debit card. Either that or don't buy anything.
"Now here's the important thing... Keep making your mortgage payments. Do not go into arrears until I say so. By then, enough time will have passed that the paying off the credit card will not be an issue.
"And this thing about your wife buying an expensive diamond ring on credit. Where's the ring?"
"I haven't a clue. I've never seen it nor seen her wearing it. Just out of the blue, I hear my credit rating has taken a huge hit because no payments were ever made on it."
"Which store did she buy it from?"
"I don't know!"
"Okay, okay. You have any demand letters from them?"
"No. First I heard of it was when I tried to take out another credit card to help me through this mess."
"Okay. I'll check up on it. Now is there anything else you haven't told me?"
"No, not that I can think of off hand."
"Well, if you think of something else, anything else, be sure and inform me. That is if you want to retain my legal services."
"Yes, I do, James."
"Then there's the matter of the retainer fee."
"I told you, I don't have any money. Not until I get paid next week."
"Tell you what. Seeing that you're good friends with Mike, I'll do you a special deal. Now, I don't need the money. I'd like money, but I have plenty of money. What I needed, or rather what I want, is something you have plenty of and it's no skin off your back."
"What's that?" I asked.
"You fuck your daughter, right? And you let Mike fuck her... Get where this is going? Now, don't take offense, but your little girl is a slut, and sluts are good for what?"
"You want to fuck Molly?"
"We see eye to eye! Now, I'll represent you in the matter we just discussed on a pro bono basis; as a favor. You in turn do me a favor and... Well, it's not a barter, if that's what you're thinking of. That would be prostitution and you don't want to prostitute her, do you?"
"No!"
"I didn't think so. So, to be clear, Molly is not really paying off your legal bill. There is no legal bill in a pro bono case. What I need and want from you is acquiescence. Your consent for me to have sexual relations with her.
"Are we agreed?" James asked sitting back on the sofa.
"Well, I... I don't know..."
"Oh, come on man! For nearly a year now, whenever I come over here to have some sack time with my niece, Tanya....
"You've meet Tanya, haven't you?" he said holding his hands to indicate her large breasts.
"Well, often when I come over, your Molly is running around naked. And well, to be honest. I've wanted to fuck that one for nearly a year now, but I haven't. Mike's been wanting to fuck her too, but he hasn't until recently.
"Now let me tell you something about Molly. The girl loves dick. She loves to play with dicks. Lord knows she's played with mine often enough. She's gotten me off a few times with her hands too, I might add. And after she went down on Mike, well, she went down on me too. I can't count with both hands the number of times Molly has blown me before I fucked Tanya silly. She's been begging for it, to be fucked that is, but both Mike and I refused to do her. That is until you began porking her. Now you and Mike fuck her. Right? And you don't have issues with that, do you?
"Now, let me be clear. I've waited long enough to get my cock up her snatch. I'm not waiting any longer. So even if you don't assent, in a few minutes I'm going to take her upstairs and fuck her. That is if she's okay with it, which I'm certain she is. So don't be an ass... Besides, what will you do about it? Call the cops?"
"And if I don't, uh, assent to your proposal?"
"Are you a fucking idiot? You want my legal help or not?"
"Yes, I do, but..."
James stood and menacingly loomed over me. Fuck, that guy was big... all over.
"But, nothing!" he spat, all friendliness gone from his face. "She's going to be fucked by me today whether or not you assent or not. It's only her consent that matters, as I'm not going to take her by force. I don't do that. And I'm going to represent you for free. It would just be best if the attorney and client were on good terms with each other. Makes things go much smoother.
"So, Brandon, what will it be? The easy road or the hard road?"
Did it really matter if he fucked Molly? She certainly wasn't my private stock anymore, if she'd ever had been. Silently I nodded, unable and unwilling to verbalize my assent.
"That's better!" beamed James as he fondled his impressive organ mere inches from my face. "I knew you were smart enough to wisely deploy what limited assets you had for the best possible results.
"Now, if you'll excuse me..." He turned away, took a step or two and turned back.
"Just so you'll know. Molly sucked me off just before you got here. She did it so that when I fucked her, I'd last a good long time." With that he strode out of the living room.
I sat there numb wondering, 'What I have I done?' A moment or two later he came back through the living room with Molly in tow, still wet from swimming. She waved at me smiling. He slapped her on the bare ass and she bounded up the stairs giggling like the young school girl she was.
James began to climb the stairs, but paused and turned to me and grinning, made a crude gesture. Making a circle with the fingers of one hand, he lewdly thrust a finger of the other hand through the circle. Then he merrily continued his climb to ravish my little girl.
"Aw, Jesus..." I muttered.
Right then Dana and Kim came in dripping wet. "How do you feel, Mr. B? Are your balls okay?" Kim said showing her concern.
"Can we see?" Dana interjected.
"There's nothing to see," I replied.
"Yes, there is. Did they shave your balls? They shaved Daddy's balls when he had that done."
"Yes, they shaved my balls," I replied.
"Can we see? Please?" asked Dana.
Kim began unbuttoning my shirt while saying, "Let's get all these clothes off of you. You'll be much more comfortable without them."
"Yes," agreed her little sister who went for the belt.
Knowing where this was going, I tried to dissuade the two blond girls by saying, "The doctor said I can't have normal sexual relations for a week or so."
"How about abnormal sexual relations?" quipped Kim waving around a pink translucent rubber dildo.
"Easy, easy, Dana," I pleaded as my trou were yanked down. Nothing happened, but she had a more ginger touch removing my drawers.
"Oooo, they shaved all of you," observed my daughter's best friend.
Gently touching the incision in my scrotum she said, "Oh, and is this where they cut you? Does it hurt?"
"Not too badly. Easy!"
"Sorry," the impulsive girl giggled.
"Daddy says that you can't get submerged in the water for a week or so, and that we are to give you sponge baths," Kim informed tapping me on the forehead with the flexible dildo.
"What's that for?" I asked uneasily.
"It's just a toy," Kim answered. "Dana has a purple one."
"I thought you had a blue one. You had a blue one last night, if I recall."
"Oh, that wasn't mine. That one was Molly's. Daddy gave us each one at Christmas."
"He gave Molly a dildo for Christmas?"
"It was just a stocking stuffer," replied Dana as if there was nothing untoward for a man to give his young daughter's friend a dildo for Christmas. "Molly just loves hers."
Kim then placed a knee on the sofa and leaned into me, offering her B-cup tit for me to suck. It was an offer I accepted. As I mouthed her pink pebble sized nipple, I heard the squeaking of a bed upstairs. I stopped for a moment to listen, knowing exactly what was causing that sound, then went back to munching on Kim's still developing tit. I sucked her tit for several minutes before she pulled away and offered me her other tit.
Meanwhile... Squeak, squeak, squeak...
The squeaking from upstairs stopped for a moment or three, then it resumed. Squeak, squeak, squeak...
While I continued to feast on Kim's tit and finger her cunt, Dana took my soft dick into her mouth.
"Dana, darling, don't," I said taking my lips from her older sister's tit. "The doctor said..."
"I won't make you cum, Mr. B," the impetuous girl replied. "I'll just suck on you. Okay?"
Doctors orders or not, I let her be and despite the ache in my balls, I quickly became erect. Meanwhile... Squeak, squeak, squeak...
Kim switched tits on me again while Dana continued licking, massaging my cock with her tongue. Squeak, squeak, squeak...
Kim suddenly broke away. She handed me her dildo and lying back on the sofa with her legs lewdly splayed about my torso she asked me if I wanted to play with her for a while. I hardly had to lean over to run the rubber sex toy up her partially open cunt.
Squeak, squeak, squeak...
Shutting away the sound of my not-quite-teen daughter being fucked upstairs, I concentrated on playing with Kim's pussy with the dildo. Dana stopped slobbering over my dick and stood up on the sofa. Bracing herself against the wall, she pushed her pussy in my face. The cunt in my face demanded attention and I gave it the attention it wanted. Losing concentration on fucking Kim with her dildo, I just let it stay in her cunt, moving it every now and then while I sucked on her younger sister's pussy.
Well, Kim wasn't happy about that and managed to extract her legs from around me. A moment or so later and Dana was pushed out of the way and off my mouth. Her pussy was quickly replaced with the older sister's smoothly shaved pussy. Her swollen lips surrounded my face and as I licked and sucked, I realized that something was different. The two girls tasted different. It was then that I realized Kim's cunt had been recently fucked. It was full of cum. As alarming as that realization was, I judged it not to be so bad, and continued to slurp away at her sodden cunt.
Meanwhile I continued to hear the squeaking of the bed upstairs.
"God, girls," I heard Mike say, "leave the guy alone. He's just had his balls operated on. Now go on...." The slimy pussy was taken away.
"Here, you need a beer, Brandon," he said thrusting a cold one into my hand once Kim had dismounted my face.
Squeak, squeak, squeak...
Looking up, Mike said with a laugh, "He's really putting it to her up there."
Then looking back at me, he said, "I know that this might bother you, but trust me, Molly's enjoying herself. So if you're feeling guilty about what's going on upstairs, don't be. There's no stopping her now. She's going to fuck half this town before she gets out of high school. You might as well get some benefit from that fact. And don't worry, James may look like a beast, but he'll be very gentle with her. "
Meanwhile... Squeak, squeak, squeak... The squeaking stopped for minute, then resumed... Squeak, squeak, squeak...
"Maybe I should go upstairs and check up her," I ventured.
"I wouldn't do that. James doesn't like an audience. Goes to heart of plausible deniability."
"Oh, okay."
Squeak, squeak, squeak...
For a long minute we sat sipping our beer and listening to the continuous squeaking. It stopped.
"Is he finished?" I asked.
"Not hardly. The guy can go for hours."
"Really?"
"No, he's like you and me. Maybe he has a bigger dick, but he can only hold off cumming for so long and then..."
From upstairs I heard a sharp cry of "OH!" Silence. Then "OH!" again.
"I'd better go check."
"Do not interfere with him," Mike said. "Trust me. James has a terrible temper if you fuck with him while he's screwing some cunt."
"OH!"
"What's he doing?" I asked alarmed.
Mike just held up his hand for me to stay put.
"Oh!" again came drifting down the stairwell to my ears. It wasn't so sharp a cry as before.
Then the squeaking began again, pronouncedly slower this time. A minute or two passed and the tempo of the squeaking increased. Soon it was back to the staccato I had become accustomed to. Squeak, squeak, squeak...
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Squeak, squeak, squeak... "Ohhhhhhhh, gaaawwwdd!" Squeak, squeak, squeak... "Ohhhhhhhh!" Squeak, squeak, squeak... The caterwauling and the squeaking went on and on.
At last it stopped. I expected the squeaking to resume, but it never did. The bed springs made a crunching sound and then there was a loud, "THUD," followed the sound of heavy footsteps. James descended the stairs, his heavy cock now hanging at half mast.
At the landing he said, "One of you girls, go get a wet wash cloth and come clean my cock."
Dana, who had been sitting next to me playing with my dick, hopped up and dashed to take care of his request. Soon she was back with the wash cloth, knelt and began wiping his cock with it.
While she did that, James looked over at me and declared, "Your Molly is a sweet, sweet girl and she a nice fun fuck. Nice and tight. I'm going to enjoy that one.
"Tell me, Brandon, is your little girl an anal virgin?"
"I, uh, suppose so."
"Well, she's not now!" he laughed. "Tightest ass I've seen in a long time. Of course she's not so tight anymore."
Looking down at Dana cleaning his cock he said, "I thought you girls were going to loosen her up a little before I put the dick to her butt. Didn't you use those training butt plugs I bought for you girls a year or so ago?"
Dana stood and replied, "No, we just used the dildos Daddy gave us for Christmas."
"What happened to the butt plugs?"
"Well, Karen was over one day and she found them and wanted to know what they were. I told her and she said she wanted to try them, so I let her borrow them. Then her mom found them and had a cow," Dana laughed.
"Karen told her mom that they came in the mail. And that she thought the package was a present from her dad, so she opened it and those things were in there. She claimed that it was only after she had taken them out of the packaging that that she saw that the package had been delivered to the wrong address. Would you believe, her mother believed her!" Dana laughed. "Her mom then took them and threw them away, or at least she said she did."
"No, she didn't throw them away," Mike interjected. "She kept them for herself. She used them too. I know that for a fact," he laughed. "Surprised the hell out me when she bent over and I saw one sticking out of her butt. She had me remove it and replace it with my dick."
"Well, I suppose I should get you girls another set," James said as he grabbed Dana and hoisted her in the air squealing. If it weren't for the high ceilings, she'd hit her head. Then he turned her to face him, lowered her, gave her pussy a kiss, and then set her down, sending her off with pop to the butt.
He turned, seemingly following Dana outside, but he soon returned dressed and took his leave.
"I'd better go check up on Molly," I told Mike.
"Better not. Her asshole is probably this big right now," he said making an oval with both hands. "But don't worry, she'll be as good a new in an hour or two."
"Dana! Go check up on Molly," Mike instructed his daughter, who at a safe distance, had followed James back inside. Dana immediately charged up the stairs to see to her friend. Soon the excited carefree chatter of two twelve year old girls came filtering down stairs.
Waiting for the girls to come downstairs, I had a chance to review in my mind all that had happened in the past year. I came to the conclusion that while I thought I was protecting Molly from her rabid mother, in actuality I had set her up to be groomed by Mike. Groomed to be a cock slut. God, she'd been sucking Mike's and James' cocks for what. six, eight months? Had she just been bidding her time until her mother went off the deep end again for the opportunity to seduce me... seduce and fuck me just so that Mike and James would fuck her? Sure seemed that way that afternoon while I sat naked in Mike's living room with my balls freshly sniped. But what, if anything could be done about any of it at this late stage?
My attention was drawn away from my somewhat morose thoughts by the sight of the girls coming downstairs. Molly's usual gazelle-like movements were dampened considerably as she took her steps very deliberately. I rose and met her near the bottom of the stairs where she stopped putting her pussy at eye level to me. What I saw was not the pussy of a preteen girl. No longer was it the neat closed peach I had recently become familiar with. It was now swollen and gapped open, her once demure inner lips stretched and hanging out of her like two fleshy curtains, engorged and reddened like slices of raw meat.
"Turn around," I said in a low voice.
She turned and I peeled open her buttocks to be confronted with her still open anus, raw and tender looking. Fortunately it wasn't nearly as cavernous as what Mike had indicated with his two-handed oval. Still, it was open enough that I could have stuck my pinkie up it.
"Are you okay, baby?" I asked genuinely concerned.
"I'm fine, Daddy. Just a little tender, that's all. I hope you're proud of me."
"Proud? What do mean?"
"Mr. James said that you needed his help and you needed me to help pay him. Was he happy when he left?"
Jesus! She thinks I pimped her out to pay my legal bill! But... that's exactly what I did.
"Yes, I think he was very happy, baby. Thank you for helping."
Smiling brightly, bursting with pride that she was able to help her daddy she replied, "Oh, I'll gladly help you like that whenever you need me to."
Me? I wanted to cry.
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