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Brandon gets relief from his legal woes while Molly gets poked for Daddy...
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It was a few days before I heard from James again when he called me at the office.
"Brandon, James," he began curtly. "I have some good news. Judge Wilkes has issued an order for the auto pound to release your car to you for fifty bucks! But you'll need to get over there before closing this evening, or the clock on the storage fees will begin running again.
"You have fifty bucks?"
"Uh, I don't get paid until Friday."
"Then you don't have the fifty bucks. Yes or no."
"No."
"Okay, I'll spot you the fifty. Meet you at Mike's after you get off work."
"Uh, okay. Thanks."
When I got to Mike's that afternoon, I spotted the sleek black Jaguar parked out front. I correctly surmised that it was my lawyer's car.
Entering the house I immediately heard the squeak, squeak, squeak of the bed upstairs. Just then Dana came in from the pool, the water beading up on her tan nude skin. By then I had grown accustomed to seeing her and her sister nude.
"Where's Molly?" I asked already knowing the answer.
Dana grinned and pointed upstairs where the bed continued to squeak, squeak, squeak.
"Oh, I see. Is your dad around?"
"He's outside by the pool." With that, the possibility that it was Mike upstairs fucking my little girl was eliminated. Squeak, squeak, squeak...
I quickly went out on the patio to join Mike and to escape the relentless sound of the bed upstairs squeaking. But as I got to the top of the stairs to the rear veranda I was stopped dead in my tracks. James, my lawyer, was sitting out on the patio yukking it up with Mike. And if James was out here with Mike, who was upstairs fucking? In the hope that maybe one of Mike's girls was being drilled upstairs by who knows whom, I quickly glanced around the pool and spotted Mike's two daughters and Tanya sunning themselves nude. Fuck!!!
"Hey!" I shouted out. Mike and James turned and looked over to me. "Where's Molly?" Mike pointed upstairs.
"Oh, god damn! She's not a prostitute!"
James called back, "Calm down. No one's selling her cunt. She's just helping out."
"Helping out? With whom?"
"Well, I thought he'd be finished up and gone by now, but it's Judge Wilkes."
"Judge Wilkes! Why is he upstairs with Molly?"
"Well, you know the car thing..."
"Oh! You mean to tell me that you bribed the judge with my daughter's pussy?"
"Bribe is a harsh word," James said. "Even harder to prove when there's no cash involved."
James rose. "Look, we better be going. The auto pound will be closing soon."
Reluctantly I went with James, leaving Molly upstairs with the Judge. At the auto pound, things went just as James said they would. He gave the clerk the Judge's order plus the fifty bucks and that was that. Nut-job Jenny had fortunately left her keys in the ignition, so I just drove it away. But before I did, James instructed me to get the Vehicle Identification Number and hoof it down to the court house and file for a new title.
By the time I got back to Mike's, Judge Wilkes was downstairs with Molly sucking on his cock. She looked up as I came in, gave me a little finger wave and went back down on the old guy's erection. He must've been in his seventies, rotund and balding with a monk's ring of silver white hair. He looked up at me momentarily, then back down at Molly servicing him. I thought it was best just to leave them be.
Mike and his girls were out on the patio, having just sat down to eat spaghetti. Kimberly, who had prepared supper that night, offered to fix me a plate, which I gratefully accepted. The meat sauce made with Italian sausage was very good. As we were finishing up, Molly came out looking exhausted.
"You wouldn't believe!" she exclaimed. "That old guy never lost his erection. It was always ready to go! The only time he stopped was because he was exhausted. He'd rest a few minutes, catch his breath, lube up his dick and made me get on top of him again. He just went on and on. It was unnatural!"
Mike chuckled, "It was unnatural, sweetie. The old fart had prostate cancer several years back," he explained. "He told me that his dick was dead, useless for anything other than taking a leak. Hard-ons and ejaculations were but a old memory, but his libido was just as fired up as when he was younger. So he had a penal implant and is once again, a pussy hound.
"Now listen to this, Brandon. They removed the erectile tissue in his cock and replaced it with an implant. He has two little valves in his scrotum. One pumps fluid into the implant to simulate an erection. Press on it and hold it, and the fluid drains back into a reservoir and his cock goes limp. On the other side of his scrotum is a valve, that when pressed and held, allows him to urinate.
"Here's the thing... he still has all the nerve endings in the skin of his dick, so he still has complete sensation and he can maintain an erection for hours on end, all fucking day if he wanted.
"You and me, our dicks would die and get gangrene after a four hour erection, but not Judge Wilkes. His biggest issue is rubbing the skin off his dick when he over does it! The ladies love it, so long as he doesn't over do it with them."
"Well, he over did it with me," complained Molly. "My poor pussy is so sore! I finally convinced him that he was hurting me."
"I'm sorry about that, Molly," I told her. "You shouldn't have to have done that with him."
"At first it was great. It was like fucking a live dildo!"
"You were fucking a live dildo," snorted Mike.
"He'd stop for a while, to catch his breath and then made me do him again, and again, and again. It was unnatural!"
"Well, your dad needs a few more days to recuperate from having his balls sniped," Mike told her. "That should give you time to recuperate as well."
*****
I was surprised at how speedy the DMV was in issuing me a replacement title to Jenny's car. This, I soon discovered, was again due to Judge Wilkes' intervention, a favor to be returned with Molly's cunt. With the title in hand, I shopped around for the best offer on Jenny's car, $5,800. I took it and repaid the $4,990 I owed on my credit card, paying it off as per my lawyer's instruction.
Then I heard that the matter with Jenny's ring had been settled. Seems that in a moment of lucidity, Jenny returned the ring to the jeweler she'd bought it from. That was all well and good, except that they wanted interest on the loan they issued to her to buy the ring in the first place, interest that was never paid. James convinced the jeweler and the loan subsidiary of the jeweler, that it would be in their best interest to forgive the unpaid interest, otherwise they might have their books closely examined. The interest was quickly forgiven and the bad credit report was retracted. Thus I was able to take out two new credit cards with relatively large lines of credit. Thank you, James! Of course none of that came for free and was added to James' growing legal fees, fees to be paid for with Molly's cunt.
Seeing that I no longer had any outstanding debts, after a decent interval James pulled the plug on my mortgage company and filed for bankruptcy on my behalf. The deed was done and all I now needed to do was to start paying Mike rent and back rent, for living with him, eating his food and drinking his beer for a few months. I also started looking around for another place to live.
"No, Daddy! No! I don't want to move! I won't go! I won't go!" Molly complained.
Turns out she wasn't the only one who didn't want us to move. Mike and his two girls were adamant that we stay. Mike because he got some help with stud service, the girls because, well, they were girls and best friends. Me? I wasn't particularly eager to go either, because at Mike's, I had a variety of young pussy at my disposal. If I wanted to fuck one of them, I fucked them, Tanya too.
As for Jenny. She never again saw the light of day outside the mental hospital she had been confined to. Seems she went off on some other nut case who bashed her head in with a fire extinguisher. I was really sorry to hear that; I really was, but also relieved that she was now 100% out of Molly and my lives.
Of course there's still my unending legal bills to pay. Good thing my Molly loves to fuck and suck.
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