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   Gangster 2, the Sequel by Trane



   [This story is a semi-authorized sequel to Benny the Jetter's absolutely
classic story, "Gangster." The original story ends with the family in a
situation that just screamed out for a sequel, which Benny the Jetter
assented to let me write.  More chapters and different strories to follow
as well.]





   [The following is a semi-authorized sequel to Benny the Jetter's
absolutely classic story, "Gangster." If you haven't read it, do so before
reading this tale, as much will explained there.

  
[http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Sergdriver/favoritecollection/Benny_the
_Jetter/0contbenjet.htm]



   In short, our hero of sorts, Don Wagner, has been a gangster working for
one of the most depraved and vicious criminal kingpins in all of Australia,
Paul Lance.  When a drug deal went sour, Lance held Wagner's three pretty
young blond daughters as 'collateral' to insure his payment of the money.
During their brief captivity, the girls were introduced to sexuality in its
rawest form, including sex with their father.  The original story ends with
the family in a situation that just screamed out for a sequel, which Benny
the Jetter assented to let me write.]

   =====This story is a work of fiction.======

   Gangster 2, the Sequel

   Written by Trane



   The 145-foot ocean-going yacht steamed out of the harbor and into the
Tasman Sea on the southern coast of Australia.  The fading afternoon sun
gleamed to starboard.  A tanned, fit man in his late thirties stood behind
the large Samoan man piloting the craft, looking behind himself nervously,
expecting a police patrol boat to lurch through the waves and overtake
them. Three barely-pubescent blondes lay on lounges on the deck in front of
the flying bridge, with only the oldest of the three cognizant of the man's
tension; she eyed him for clues as to when the threat would pass.  The
twelve-year old twins slept soundly, recovering from a wild night and
morning.

   The Samoan murmured in a rising pitch.  "That's three, two, one...  now.
We're in international waters, Mr.  Wagner," said the Samoan.

   "Thanks, Rudi." And the man, former gangster Don Wagner, visibly
relaxed. Certainly he was not altogether free of worry, as murder was an
extradictable defense in just about every country that he was likely to
visit.

   Still, it would take awhile for the police to even suspect that he was
still alive after the blast that destroyed the office building housing his
former boss, local organized crime kingpin and full time pervert and
monster Paul Lance.  Even if they suspected his involvement in planting the
briefcase with bomb in Lance's office, they would have no proof, and, truth
be told, they were likely to be more than glad to be rid of Lance and his
violent and sadistic top henchmen, Robert, Tony, Karl and Arie.  By not
having a named suspect identified, the local police could simply attribute
the bombing to a rival organized crime family, thereby reassuring the
populace with the timeworn myth that mobsters inevitably will kill one
another off, so there is no reason for the public to hold the police
accountable for failure to capture them.  The threat of prosecution for so
violent and grizzly a murder also was a hammer that could be used to keep
the rival gangleader and his minions under control for at least awhile,
again giving the perception of effective police work.  Last, and certainly
not least, he expected that what remained of the intercepted drug money
that had led to his confrontation with Lance would not all make its way to
the police evidence room, and the sticky-fingered officers involved in the
sting would be just as happy that no arrest would be made of someone who
might let it be known how much currency really had been seized.

   While Don's phony identification papers for himself and his daughters
were absolutely indetectable from the real thing, he assumed that the state
attorney general's office Organized Crime Task force would note the
disappearance of the yacht (which they knew was owned by Lance).  Even
their desultory follow-up work would lead them to look into it; a quick
check with the marina workers where it had been tied up would disclose that
a family answering the description of him and his daughters had left the
day of the bombing.  By then, hopefully, no one would want to admit they'd
overlooked such a suspect, and the police would simply continue to bury his
possible involvement under the carpet.

   Of course, the other, more lethal risk came from any associates of Lance
who might figure out his potential involvement and want to exact revenge.
Don thought the odds of that to be low.  Lance had no family which might
retaliate.  He was an orphan and -- however varied his sick voyeuristic
sexual tastes (although his personal references ran toward young boys and
girls or mature men) -- he had never bothered to marry or father children
-- at least none that he would acknowledge.  As to retaliation by Lance's
business associates, both the demise of Lance and Wagner's own departure
allowed most of those in the family to move two rungs up the ladder. 
Besides, many of the others in the mob had suffered the cruel sadistic
streak that had caused Lance to force Don to put up his daughters'
virginity as collateral to insure that Don would return with the million
dollars that Lance had claimed Don had lost when a drug transaction had
been ambushed by the police.  Don knew that Marty Bisceglia, Lance's
obvious heir apparent, would be more than grateful both at Don's actions
and the fact that none of it could be traced to him.  Marty had complained
to Don frequently about Lance's rages and still harbored a grudge from the
time when Lance had, as a warning, arranged for "friendly" police to arrest
and rough up Marty's teenage son on a framed-up drug charge when he thought
Marty was getting too ambitious.  Don planned to contact Marty in a few
days through intermediaries to let him know where he was and to make sure
that Marty did not initiate any pursuit.

   Don ran his fingers through his close cropped sandy-colored hair and
sighed.  Glancing over at his three daughters on the lounges, he smiled
gratefully.  They were as safe as he could hope under the circumstances. 
Even though he had known that the day would come when he would part company
with Lance and that it might take Lance's death to truly free him, he
certainly had not expected that the episode would result in the loss of
their precious virginity and the opening of a wild incestuous relationship
with the three of them.  He smiled ruefully -- what a parting gift from one
of the supreme assholes in the history of Australian organized crime.

   His oldest daughter Kylie caught his eye and smiled, her wavy blonde
hair a cloud behind her head.  For a moment, she looked like nothing more
than what she had been just twenty-four hours before -- the pretty,
athletic, and quite virginal thirteen year old daughter of a successful
businessman.  Then, the girl slid her pink tongue between her full, pale
young lips and salaciously ran it over her lower lip in invitation.  Don
laughed out loud.  Ahh, there was the slut that had emerged when she had
spent the night before locked in a sweaty orgy with Lance's thugs, sucking
and fucking over a dozen of them while Don had worked feverishly to replace
the intercepted funds.  Her slim-fingered right hand slid up her side and
pinched the nipple of her barely covered right breast, surprisingly full
for one so young.  Her left hand slid over her slim hip and the tips
lightly rubbed the juncture of her sleek thighs, directly over her
throbbing clitoris.

   Don scowled and motioned with his eyes toward Rudy then realized that
the large man had seen her come-on directed toward her father.  Don looked
up at him guiltily.

   Rudy glanced at the slimmer man, and then cast his eyes out to sea.  He
then spoke quietly.  "Mr.  Wagner, driving a car and this boat for Mr. 
Lance's men...  Well, I seen just about everything, that's for sure.  Isn't
nothing about to happen on this boat that's going to shock me or the
missus." He gestured with a nod down below decks where his plump wife,
Marla, was preparing dinner for the lot of them.  "You got three wonderful
daughters who love their daddy, and how they choose to do it is up to you
and them.  You just go on about your business as though we weren't here. 
Pretend we're invisible.  And don't worry `bout them running around in
skimpy clothes or in the buff - no disrespect toward you or them, but I'm
not into young skinny things like them and, besides...", he added, his
voice lowering, "if I so much as rub suntan oil on their backs Marla take a
dull knife to my hide and start skinning, starting you know where."

   Don nodded gratefully.  Kylie heard the exchange and grinned
salaciously. She then reached up and untied the bikini knot behind her
neck. The cups slipped down her full, almost heavy adolescent breasts,
exposing them to the summer sun.  Even though Don had seen his daughter
fully naked that morning, he focused on her perfect tits for the first time
and realized that this wasn't the first time that she'd sunbathed topless.
The fading sun gleamed off their golden hue, reminding him of some ancient
treasure of Troy -- golden apples, wasn't it?  Only these were more like
half cantaloupes.  Kylie caught the object of his gaze and arched her back
like a cat on a sunny porch.

   Despite everything he'd gone through in the previous day, Don felt blood
rushing into his organ.  Sure, part of the excitement of the girl was the
fact that she was his own flesh and blood, but there was no getting around
the fact that she was an exciting young girl.  The training and workouts
that had led to her becoming an all-State gymnast showed itself in the
barely-detectible ripple of her muscles in her calves, thighs and arms. 
The breasts that had caught his eyes ultimately would have led to an early
end to her gymnastic career, as her doctor warned that they would soon
likely grow even more -- an impracticality for a sport in which a slight
build was required.

   Don turned to Rudy and rubbed his eyes.  "I think I'll catch a few winks
down below.  If I fell asleep up here with my pale skin I'd sizzle like
bacon."

   Kylie popped up from her lounge, her unfettered tits jiggling as she
did. She made a half-hearted stab at covering herself in front of the
piloting Samoan.  "Me too -- I'll have plenty of time to catch up on my tan
later." She then slid past her father, her long slim fingers quickly
cupping his crotch, and flounced down the inside stairway.  Don avoided
looking at Rudy and followed her down.

   As they reached the bottom of the stairs opposite the kitchen (or, he
thought, the "mess", now that he was out at sea), Kylie nearly bumped into
the slim, young beautiful 12-year old East Indian girl, Indira, whom Don
had freed along with his daughters just before the explosion had ripped
through the gang headquarters earlier that day.  Not having time to grab
any clothes before they left, the dusky girl remained in the abbreviated,
panty-less maid's costume that Lance had forced her and her equally
stunning 14 year old Thai friend, Ling Mai, to wear while serving him.

   Kylie spoke firmly to the shorter girl.  "Indie, dear, Daddy and I are
going to his cabin.  Would you be a sweetheart and bring us a couple of
Cokes?" Indira glanced briefly at Don and then nodded quickly, lowering her
eyes.  Kylie nodded in satisfaction and walked up the hallway.

   Don scowled.  Damn, I hadn't thought how to deal with Indira and Ling,
he thought.  While they were servants -- hell, slaves -- to Lance, there
was no reason for that monster's rules to apply out here at sea.  Indira
and Ling certainly were too young, at 12 and 14, to be considered
employees. Still, serving others, mostly sexually, was the only life they
knew and were accustomed to.  They certainly would feel odd being treated
as family members.  Frankly, he admitted to himself, the idea of the two
nymphs being subject to his sexual whims and desires was an incredible
turn-on.  He started to follow his daughter up the hallway, deciding only
that it was an issue that he'd have to give further thought to.

   He stopped briefly and turned back toward the kitchen.  Indira stood in
the doorway with an expression that lay somewhere between hurt and
confused. Don rolled his eyes toward the departing bikini-clad Kylie and
winked at the dusky young girl, as though to say, "Don't take her
seriously." Indira smiled, then impetuously grabbed the hem of her maid's
outfit and pulled it up to her chest, baring her unclad, hairless young
mons.  A promise of future delights.  Don smiled in acceptance, then turned
and hurried toward his oldest daughter.

   Don caught up to Kylie inside the door to what had been Lance's own
"cabin" - in actuality a spacious room dominated by a round bed at least 8
feet in diameter, sitting atop a carpeted pedestal.  Adjoining the room was
a sitting room with a large, overstuffed, L-shaped couch, and a 15 by 15
foot bathroom that contained a circular hot tub with seating for six.  She
stopped with her back to him and her head tilted to the side.  The
curvaceous young blonde rested her thumbs in the sides to her bikini
bottoms.  Slowly, like a hooker of twenty years practice, she worked the
tiny panties over her skinny hips and halfway down her thighs.  She glanced
over her shoulder to make sure he was watching, then bent over almost
double to slide them down to her ankles.  Her pink, lightly furred slit and
tiny anus peeked out between her lean asscheeks.  God she had a great ass!
He'd had his large cock up butt while they watched Jodie lose her virginity
to Lance's Great Dane, but he'd really never had a chance to admire her
shapely ass.  He'd have it again, by damn, but he'd savor the opportunity
when it happened.  His already hardening cock shot to attention at the
thought.

   Kylie straightened and came over.  She grinned when she saw the bulge in
his swim suit.  "I'm glad you still like me, Poppa," she intoned breathily.
She reached down and unknotted the bow holding the trunks up, then ran the
tips of her fingers on both hands over and inside the waistline, tugging to
loosen the drawstring.  The tips grazed his steel-like rod, and she rotated
them around the tip, sliding over slick pre-cum.  "Ooh, you like me a lot,"
she cooed.  She dropped to her knees and yanked the trunks down to his
ankles, then off, while he shed his T-shirt.  Now he was as naked as she.

   Her tanned hands and neatly manicured fingers clasped his thighs just
above the knees, then slowly slid higher `til her fingers met at the base
of his stiff, dripping rod.  Still using just her finger tips, she lightly
grazed his hanging balls, then caressed the length of his cock.  She moved
her face forward, then grinned up at him.  "I never really was introduced
to him properly," she giggled, then stared back at the tip.  "Hello Mr. 
Cock." She leaned forward and gave it a quick peck.  As she pulled back,
his sticky pre-cum pulled away in a sloppy string, remaining attached to
her lips.  Her tongue swiped up and licked away the spermy bridge.

   Simultaneously, they groaned.  "You like ME, huh?" he asked.

   "LIKE you?  I love you, and him...  and doing this," she replied, as she
thrust her face forward, impaling her mouth on his long rod four inches
deep.  She sucked in, her cheeks hollowing, taking in a drop of his sticky
emission.  She withdrew, then quickly took him back in.

   "Damn, I've never met any woman who liked sex like you, darling.  It's
like you're some kind of insatiable...." He didn't finish the thought, but
groaned at her continued oral onslaught.

   She pulled back and offered, "Nymphomaniac?  Whore?  That's it, Daddy.
I'm your whore, to use whenever and however you want me.  All those men of
Mr.  Lance's, well, it scared me but excited me.  But it wasn't the danger
or anything that excited me; it was just having all the big hard cocks and
tongues and hands and everything touching me over and over until I just
exploded.  With you, I feel safe.  You won't hurt me.  This way, I get it
all.  I won't give it up." Her hand reached down and began stroking her
inflamed young pussy.  "So fuck me, fuck my mouth and pussy so hard.  Fuck
your little daughter whore, Daddy.  I'm about to come just thinking about
it."

   Kylie leaned back against the raised bed, the back of her neck resting
against the top edge of the lush mattress.  She was still on her knees, and
splayed her knees wide to open his vantage point to her dripping young
cunt. Her forefinger and middle finger straddled her moistening nether
lips, and slid up and down while rhythmically closing to squeeze the labia
or prod at her small but inflamed clit.

   She smiled in wanton invitation to her father, who could only shake his
head in wonderment.  Just days before he'd been escorting the virginal
young sweetheart to church.  Now, she could give the most unbridled hooker
a run for her money.  Even as she stroked herself to the edge of cumming,
her basic sweetness still shone through.  Let's see how sweet she looks
with my prick back in her mouth, he thought.

   He stepped forward, led as though on a track by his pointing penis. 
Kylie saw that it was aiming directly at her face and grinned, then opened
her mouth, her eyes betraying her excitement.  Don loved receiving fellatio
as well as any man -- hell, probably better than most -- but always was
inhibited with the knowledge that his sex partner was doing it as a favor
or act of love, and he always felt guilty if he went on too long.  This was
one of the first young women he'd been with who seemed to really enjoy the
act - the taste, the texture, the naughtiness of the act, and he'd be
damned if he didn't take advantage of the opportunity.

   He loomed over the reclining blonde, straddling her chest.  The insides
of his calves brushed the outer swells of her upthrust young tits.  She
stared up at his throbbing cock, then watched it drop slowly down onto her
face, the tip resting just above the tip of her nose.  Kylie pursed her
lips and kissed the underside of the long shaft, then gave a long slurp
with her soft tongue, from base to tip.  He groaned, and his balls shivered
and tightened in lust.  She continued her tonguing, her head rolling from
side to side on the big comforter.  Drops of his pre-cum pooled at the
opening of his urethra, and clung to her goddess-like skin.  She twisted
her head up to lap at the sticky goo.  She kept herself propped up by
resting part of her weight on her hands, with the rest on her shoulders
resting against the bed.

   "I want more, Daddy," she cooed.  "Push it in and out of my mouth, like
it was a cunt." Her father drew his hips back and rested the blood-engorged
helmet on her lower lip, his sap still leaking onto her tongue.  She pursed
her lips and sucked in, savoring the taste.  He then slowly surged forward,
driving his cudgel several inches deep into her mouth.  She smiled around
his breadth.  He withdrew slightly then pushed forward again, deeper,
glancing off the roof of her mouth.  She sighed in excitement.  Her young
loins reflexively roiled in concert with her rising passion.

   A quick retreat, and then Don pushed forward further, less gently, just
striking the entrance to her throat.  Her eyes flew open in surprise, then
glanced up.  Kylie blinked and nodded almost imperceptibly, telling her
father that this was just what she had in mind.  Her right hand rose from
the floor and reached up and around him, then clutched his buttock and drew
his loins toward her further.  The end of his cock struck the sweet flesh
of the back of her mouth, then penetrated her young throat.  She grunted
but did not protest.  Don pulled back `til the spit-moistened rod emerged
fully from her mouth with an audible sucking, smacking sound unique to
throatfucking.

   He reflexively pushed back in, prompted by her pulling hand on his ass.
She awkwardly tried to throw her head forward, but did so with difficulty,
with so little leverage.  Don then reached down and entwined her yellow
curls hair in his strong fingers, then pushed himself back down her throat,
as she moaned in contented subjugation.  Her hips rolled slightly in her
own excitement, and Don reminded himself that he would have to find some
way to repay her for her thrilling blow job.

   Just then, the door to the cabin opened, and the stunning Indira came
through with a small tray holding the two glasses of ice tea that Kylie had
asked for.  Even in as licentious life as she had led both before and
during her service with the perverted mobster Lance, the young Indian girl
couldn't help but be shocked -- and more than a little aroused -- by the
forceful fucking into the fair-haired girl's mouth by her own father.

   Kylie stopped the fellatio and motioned the younger, dusky-skinned girl
over.  She took one of the glasses and gulped thirstily, then sucked a cube
of ice in her mouth.  Don looked down questioningly as his oldest daughter
ran the cube around in her mouth for fifteen seconds, then spit it back
into the glass.  He understood her plan as she leaned forward and slowly,
tantalizingly drew his hard cock back into her mouth.  It felt like a
frozen curtain of fog was slowly enveloping his dripping rod as she took
him in inch by inch.  Indira gaped in amazement.

   As the Indian girl turned to leave the room after placing the tray on
the cabin's low dresser, Kylie grunted in protest.  Indira stopped.

   The blonde girl threw her head back off her father's manhood and gasped
out, "Indie, rub me!  Please rub my hot pussy while I blow Daddy.  I need
it!"

   Without waiting for Don's assent, Indira wordlessly stripped her almost
non-existent maid's uniform off her shoulders and down to the floor,
standing naked.  Despite the thrill of having his own glamorously beautiful
daughter nursing at his cock before him, Don was once again stunned at the
magnificence of the dark-skinned young girl, her thick dark hair pulled
back to the nape of her neck and allowed to fall free behind her.  At the
moment, he couldn't but see her as some sort of historical, original mother
of the race from the Euphrates (or Tigris, or whatever river it was that
anthropologists called the cradle of the civilization).  As graceful as
silk sliding down a mirror, she descended to her knees.  She ducked between
Don's widespread legs and placed her small, slim hand against the moist
folds of Kylie's pussy.  The blonde girl moaned as her father's throbbing
prick leapt back into her mouth.

   Indira's fingers, seemingly much too experienced for a girl of twelve,
knowingly rubbed at the thirteen-year old's swollen nether lips and lightly
grazed the swollen clitoris.  Kylie, still perched on her knees while
leaning back against the bed, thrust her hips up, but the fingers' touch
remained light.  Kylie's lurching became almost frantic, but she did not
lose contact with the fleshy meat still pulsing in and out of her mouth.

   The dusky East Indian girl finally took mercy upon the blonde and pushed
her forefinger and middle finger in the sopping cunt, still rubbing Kylie's
clit with her thumb.  Kylie moaned in approval and satisfaction, her eyes
clenched shut, "Mmmm-HUH!" Her churning increased in speed, with shorter
jolts of her loins, almost as if an electric current ran through her.  Don
thrust himself mercilessly against the opening to his daughter's throat.

   Indira then extended all her fingers straight out and tightly aligned,
then jammed her slim hand right into Kylies' cunt, all the way to her
lowest knuckles.  The fair-tressed young woman, who had less than 24 hours
previously never had anything in her cunt, jerked in surprise and pain, her
blue eyes flying open.  Indira thrust her hand in and out in a simulation
of fucking, and Kylie slowly drew her loins up, tentatively adjusting to
the massive intrusion.

   With the next thrust, Kylie felt on onslaught of passionate,
electrifying feelings, as her orgasm began its climb.  Heedless of the
pain, Kylie raised her thighs off the floor, supported on her toes.  Her
gymnastics-strengthened stomach muscles clenched in the effort.

   Don took advantage of Kylie's crazed state to clutch even tighter at her
blonde locks as he pushed himself against her throat, savoring every
sucking slurp and delicious suction.  He too felt his release coming and
the messy precum flowing freely into his daughter's mouth, where she
swallowed it instinctively.

   As Kylie announced her impending climax with a series of staccato
shrieks, her dusky young tormentor drew her extended hand back, and shoved
forward even more forefully, but the time she twisted and turned her hand,
which went in past her knuckles and the base of her thumb -- all the way up
to her wrist, her fingertips striking Kylie's previously untouched cervix.
Kylie cried out around her father's still-dripping cock as though shot. 
She then simultaneously threw her hips forward in a confused effort to
wallow in the delicious passion and alleviate the unbelievable pain, and
yanked her head back off her father's cock and onto the bed behind her.

   Kylie's explosion hit like a landmine, shooting sparks from her cunt and
clit, up her spine and down her thighs.  Her eyes rolled back in her head
and her whole body shook.

   Don looked down to see what had brought on the sudden change in Kylie
and saw Indira's hand embedded to the wrist in his daughter's incredibly
stretched vagina.  At the same time, he felt a smooth, small hand with long
pink nails reach around from the side and wrap itself around his
now-exposed organ.  He glanced over and saw his twelve-year old daughter
Jodie kneeling beside him, her bikini top gone and the bottoms slid inches
below her visible, nearly hairless young cunt.  The hands alone would have
told him which of the twins had grasped her father's cock, as Jodie had
prided herself in the length and care of her nails, as such discipline was
beyond the capacity of her classmates.  The young twin was rubbing and
pinching her clit and upper cunt lips with her left hand.  The sweet young
girl's eyes were glazed with lust, staring if seeing anything at all at the
face of her beautiful older sister.  Her death grip continued on her
father's wetly tumescent prick, jerking it back and forth in the direction
of Kylie's face.

   "Let me see it come, Daddy.  All of your sperm, your cum." She gasped.
"All of it all over Kylie's slutty face."

   Don could no more stop coming then than he could have stopped an
onrushing express train.  He felt the surge of his explosion rumbling at
the base of his spine.  To his surprise, Kylie was dimly conscious of
Jodie's plea, as even in the throes of her mind-shattering, fist-fucked
orgasm, she nodded her head, opened her pale young lips, and glanced up at
her father beseechingly.

   The man's young daughter barely flinched as the first shot struck off
the underside of her lower lip and splattered over her upper lip and cheek.
She extended her tongue, barely in time to catch the next shot sliding
along her tongue and into her mouth, carefully aimed by the girl's younger
sister.  Two more shots followed the same path along her pointed tongue,
then she closed her lips around the spurting tip, catching the next blast
on the roof of her mouth.  She pulled back an inch and closed her lips to
swallow his gooey discharge, and two more spurts landed on her pursed lips.

   Beside him, Don heard young Jodie groan as her own release arrived by
her own hand, as though triggered by the sight of her older sister's facial
cum-drenching, a humiliating event in the eyes of most young women.  The
younger blonde moaned breathlessly, "Cum on her, cum on her, cum on the
slut," over and over and she jerked in fulfillment, while rubbing and
smacking Don's still-dribbling cock tip over Kylie's white-plastered face.

   Don barely maintained his balance, but Jodie fell over sideways against
the bed as she finished her masturbating completion, her face just inches
from that of her content sister.  Kylie looked over and smiled as she saw
Jodie finish blissfully, and Jodie finally opened her eyes and smiled back
happily.

   Kylie placed her hand on Indira's forearm and grimaced as she painfully
extracted the Indian girl's hand and wrist from her over-stretched vagina.
"Gawd, I'm gonna regret that later," she groaned.  Indira grinned almost
sheepishly.  Kylie motioned her up to the bed, and uttered, "Clean me up."
Indira paused, then comprehended.  She knee-walked up to the bed, leaned
forwarded, and began licking Don's thick spend off his blonde daughter's
lips and cheeks.  Jodie stared at the two girls and continued rubbing her
own cunt, clearly excited at the sight.

   Don stepped to the side and finally collapsed on the oversized, still
unused bed.  Moments later, the three young girls crawled up and joined
him. Enervated by the excitement, danger and sexual exertions of the past
24 hours, the four soon fell asleep.

   Just as the sun finally dipped below the horizon three hours later, Don
groggily awoke.  He looked around and saw the three nude forms sprawled on
either side of him.  Remembering their tryst, he grinned like a cat who'd
not only eaten the cream, but discovered that the cow was all his.  He sat
up.  His jostling awoke only the stunningly beautiful, young Indira.

   He leaned over and kissed her full lips.  "How are you, sweetheart?"

   She looked surprised, and her eyes filled with tears.  Don straightened
up in surprise.  "What's wrong?" he asked.

   Indira shook her head, unable to speak.  "No one's asked me that for
years.  No one's cared how I am."

   "Well, we care.  And now that we're rid of Lance...  I guess we'll be
taking care of you too, until...  oh, until you don't need us anymore. 
Welcome to our little family."

   The tears really began to flow in the young girl's eyes, and she jumped
on top of the older man in excitement, straddling his left thigh, rubbing
against it excitedly.  Her moistness reminded Don that she had not been
satisfied in their last four-way assignation.  He flipped her dark, slim
body so that she landed on her back with a surprised yelp.  He did not
notice that Kylie's eyes open from the jostling of the bed.

   Don placed his thumbs inside the knees of the young Indian girl and
pushed them to the side and back.  Gazing down her lean thighs, he saw her
almost hairless slit wink at him with an innocent mien that belied the
abuse to which she had been subject for years.  He grazed his fingers along
her thighs down to the juncture of her legs, then parted the beardless lips
with his thumbs.  A slippery dew greeted him, and her clit emerged,
displaying her already growing excitement.

   Slowly, almost lazily, Don extended his tongue and slid it inside her
moist folds.  Indira sighed.  He pulsed and pushed inside her, in and out.
The tip curled and collected her juices, drawing them back inside his
mouth. A wonderful taste, with a hint of near spiciness.  Up and down her
labia, then inside and out, almost playfully.  The girl giggled happily. 
He pursed his lips and kissed, then sucked on, her immature young clit,
bringing her squealing pleasure.  He tugged at the button over and over,
with random invasions of her tight, wet young tunnel.  Her almost hipless
young loins leaped up at his mouth to meat his explorations.

   As Indira's passion grew.  Don learned more and more of what pleasured
her the most, and her excitement snowballed as he lapped and nibbled just
as she liked.  A keening wail, almost constant, emerged from her lips.  The
older man stepped up his attack on her vagina, lapping and sucking almost
painfully at her clit.

   Suddenly, her hips locked against his mouth, and her loins shook.  The
explosion started at her electrified clit and then spread like a wildfire
throughout her nether regions.  A low growl emerged from her throat.  Don
then tasted an astonishing wetness as she came into his mouth.  He feasted
as her juices spurted from her cunt in pulsing rhythms.  Never had he seen
such a copious flow even from a grown woman, and certainly not from his
frosty ex-wife Brenda.  Don slurped as much of her discharge as he could
into his mouth, while the remainder trickled down her nether lips and
dripped off her anus.

   With a whimper, Indira slowly reduced her jerking, finally flopping down
back onto the bed, arms and legs akimbo.  Her eyes were closed, her
beautiful features locked in a beatific smile.  She was either asleep, or
close enough to it.

   Don rose to his haunches, and noticed for the first time that Kylie was
awake, rolled onto her side.  She peered at him with slitted eyes.

   "Well, Daddy.  You sure know how to spoil the help.  I thought they were
her to service US." Her voice betrayed no hint of mirth.

   Don did not want to start an argument, but felt Kylie's attitude had
gone far enough.  "First of all, young lady.  I don't know about her being
`help'.  She's not here as our slave.  What are we - no better than Lance?"
Kylie winced.  "After all, she satisfied us this morning at Lance's office
and here this afternoon.  That's what sex is about, no matter who you're
with.  Returning the favor.  Besides, sweetheart, I think any kind of
`spoiling' of her will be returned to us with lots of fun to spare." He
smiled; Kylie's return smile was wan.  "Hey, what is it to you if I'm a
little nice to her?"

   Kylie's smile finally warmed.  "I just don't want her to take the starch
out of you, Daddy Dear.  I want your big hard prick all excited and ready
just for me."

   "Oh, and what about your sisters?  You've got to share now, just like
always."

   By this time, Jodie had now roused, and she punched her sister playfully
in the thigh.  "Damn straight, big sister.  I'm not sure exactly what I
want to do with him, but I'm sure having him hard will be a part of it."

   A muted knocking at the cabin's door silenced them.  "Mr.  Wagner!  You
all gonna want dinner soon?  I got a couple of chickens baking." Good old
Marla was looking out for them.  She'd been a high-priced black prostitute
in Lance's stable when a psychotic john had taken to her face with a broken
whiskey bottle, leaving her badly scarred.  Since she was no longer
marketable as a hooker in her own right, Lance had been ready to cast her
out on the street without a second thought.  Don had arranged for her to
get the care of the best plastic surgeons, who managed to make her look as
attractive as possible, and to take on administrative duties in their
prostitution empire, largely as a mentor to new young women entering the
field.  She remained grateful and her loyalty to Don was steadfast, as was
Rudi's.

   To be sure, Don couldn't claim that his motives in assisting Marla and
Rudi were entirely altruistic.  With a boss as ruthless and as volatile as
Lance, it paid to have friendly spies placed throughout his organization to
gauge which way the wind was blowing, and to help out if matters went awry.


   Rudi had been a particularly fortuitous find as events turned out.  He
had been a small-time hood assisting one of Lance's cousins and
lieutenants, Arthur, with petty auto theft and other minor crimes.  When
the brutal Arthur arranged for a hooker who he felt hadn't given him his
money's worth -- in short, who had refused to lick his asshole after he'd
taken a shit -- to be beaten within an inch of her life, Lance had tried to
set Rudi up to take the fall.  Shortly after Rudi was arrested.  Don had
led a contingent of Lance's other lieutenants who'd been infuriated that
Arthur's stupid and repeated assaults had led to police crackdowns on all
their empires.  They persuaded Lance to leave Arthur to take his own lumps
(and a seven year prison term), and Don made sure that Rudi knew that he'd
been responsible for Rudi's release from jail and exoneration.  Don knew
that the time might come when he'd have to leave Australia in a hurry, so
he arranged for the mechanically gifted Rudi to be in charge of Lance's
great motor yacht, the Avenger, to be sure he had an escape route.  He'd
promised the two of them $125,000 per year American if they would stay with
him if and when he had to flea, far more than they could have hoped to earn
under the tightfisted Lance.  Their gratitude and loyalty was fully
cemented.

   What Don had not expected that Rudi and Marla would find one another and
fall in love, but he encouraged the romance and was the best man at their
marriage.  What might strike some as odd given their active involvement in
Lance's operation was the couple's devout conversion to Christianity.  They
somehow managed to separately compartmentalize their religious beliefs and
their life in the mob, and were valuable members of the operation.  Now,
Rudi would be responsible for keeping the boat afloat and driving it, and
Marla would handle the cooking and anything else that came up.  With
Lance's humoungous cache of frozen food stashed for anything from a
surprise party for 300 to a long-term getaway, Marla could keep them fed
for months without restocking, if need be.

   Don groaned and sat up.  "Sure," he yelled through the door.  "Be ready
in about a half hour.  Is Amy still asleep up there.?"

   "No," came Marla's raspy reply, "I think the screaming coming out of
your cabin woke up her and every seagull from here to Perth." Don grinned
to himself.  "Mr.  W?" she continued.  "Seeing as how what's going on in
there isn't much of a secret and I'm not a blushing virgin, `s it okay if I
come in?  I don't plan on spending this whole voyage yelling at people
through closed doors!"

   "Sure, why not."

   The door opened and the still attractive, albeit now a bit fleshy, woman
boldly walked in.  She stopped at the sight of the naked, forty-ish man and
three equally nude pubescent girls sprawled in the bed.  She looked as
though she was struggling to remain impassive, as though resisting the urge
to scowl at the unusual scene.  She glanced down at Don's limp tool and
smirked.  Don had a feeling that, as above-average as he assumed his penis
size to be, it still didn't measure up to Rudi's.

   Marla's nose wrinkled.  "Smells like somebody oughta be thinkin' about a
shower.  A half hour it is.  Amy's up helping me and Ling Mai cook." She
turned and left, as though the tableau deserved no further comment.

   Don leaned over and kissed the still groggy Kylie.  She moued in mock
protest.  "God, Daddy, your face is all soaked with Indira's ...  you know.
What a hydrant, she is."

   He raised an eyebrow.  "Is it all that bad, honey?"

   "I don't know.  I mean, I'm not a lezzie -- not now.  God, I loved
getting fucked!  But it was still nice when she touched me when I was ...
when I had you in my mouth." Kylie looked down at the dozing Indian girl.
"And she is a doll.  I never really thought of their people as all that
attractive, but she is gorgeous and cuddly.  And she seems to know a lot of
ways to make me happy...  and you happy too, Daddy....  which makes me
happy too."

   "I think Marla would be happy, or at least happier, if we got cleaned up
before heading up to dinner." He heaved himself out of bed and headed
toward the capacious bathroom.

   "May I join you, Daddy dear?" Kylie asked.  "I'll be good." Don turned.
"In fact," she continued, I'll be very, very good."

   She jumped up and followed him, slipping into the oversized, glass
walled shower behind him.  Don tried to nonchalantly soap himself up, but
couldn't deny that the sight of his slim teenaged daughter and the memory
of her hot mouthing of his cock just short while ago, not to mention his
sipping at the vessel of young Indira, served to rekindle his interest. 
She grinned and rubbed herself with more than necessary verve, her fingers
tweaking her own nipples and rubbing her slender thighs and ass.  Don's
loins stirred and his dick began to thicken, but he realized that he had
plenty of opportunity to slake his lust with the beautiful blonde, or any
of four other lovelies on the boat, whenever he wanted.

   He patted her ass playfully.  "Stop that, you trollop."

   "Stop what, Daddy?" She didn't stop her rubbing, but instead brought her
hands around to the front of her thighs.  Her forefingers pointed toward
the soft down covering her mons.

   "That seductive teasing.  You know what I mean."

   "Me, seductive?" She put her right forefinger in her mouth; an innocent
schoolgirl's pose.  "I'm not being seductive.  If I was being seductive,
I'd do something more blatant.  Maybe like this." She leaned back against
the far wall of the shower.  Slowly, she raised her right leg bent at the
knee, and braced it against the side wall.  Her right hand, resting on her
cheek, serpentined down her wet form, then cupped her vagina.  While
staring intently at her father, she circled her clit with her finger tips.
He gaped back at the motion.  His cock began to thicken.  Sure that she had
his attention, she bent her middle finger and slid it purposefully into her
young slit.  She moved it in and out.

   Kylie then straightened up, removing the finger from her sex.  She
slithered up to her father.  "Then, dear hunky dad of mine, if I was really
trying to seduce you.  I might do this." With that, she placed her
extended, slimy middle finger against his lips.  He jolted forward like a
bird at a worm.  He sucked the digit inside his mouth.  He couldn't help
but compare the mild, almost vanilla-like taste to the copious spiciness of
the Indian girl whose flavor still rested on his lips.

   His cock jerked up, bobbing against her owned swollen sex.  She grinned.
"And then, to really, really seduce you, I'd do this." She slowly snaked
down to her knees, with the only contact with him the jostling of her
nipple against the tip of his organ as she descended.  Her mouth opened,
and then gently took him inside.  He was almost completely hard again. 
Pitilessly, her blonde head slid inexorably forward until he was almost
half way embedded.  Her cheeks sucked and hollowed at him, tightening and
slackening.

   Don sighed, then he felt the coolness of the air as she removed her
mouth.  She stood up.  "But then, I'm not trying to seduce you, so I
wouldn't do that." She resumed her shower, but now was more businesslike.
His cock wilted only slightly.

   The glass door of the shower opened.  The more petite nude figure of
Kylie's younger sister, Jodie, popped in playfully.  "What'cha doing?" She
knew full well what her sister had been doing on the other side of the
glass walls of the shower.

   "Uh, your sister was showing me how she was NOT trying to seduce me."

   "Uh-huh.  Good thing she wasn't trying to.  Otherwise this thing would
be really hard." Jodie rubbed her hand over and around Don's cock.

   The girl looked over at her older sister, tossing her blonde locks, much
longer and straighter than Kylie's, back over her shoulders.  "See big sis,
you already sucked Daddy off into your slutty little mouth.  That's old
news.  If you want to seduce a man, you've got to offer him something new.
Maybe fulfill a fantasy he's always had.  What would be new to you, Daddy?"
He didn't answer.

   Jodie turned away from his and put her hands against the far wall of the
shower about shoulder heighth.  Her perfect ass pooched back at him.  She
turned back and captured him with her blue eyes.  "Like maybe he likes
asses.  Likes to fuck some young girl from behind." She reached back and
parted the exposed lips of her cunt with fingers.  "Or maybe when get takes
them from behind, it's in their tight assholes." Her fingers moved up and
parted the cheeks of her ass, displaying her pert, virginal rosette.  Don's
organ stiffened further.  Jodie smiled at the reaction.  "But that probably
doesn't interest our dear father." She turned back and began washing
herself.

   "Au contraire, little sister," responded Kylie, putting her arms around
her father's neck and turning back to Jodie.  "While you were getting
fucked by a dog this morning, you were too wrapped up to notice that his
big fat cock was right up my butt, which he of course would find to be much
more attractive than that flat, little boy's ass that you've got."

   To his surprise, Jodie didn't even blush at the reminder of her descent
into bestiality.  "Then, maybe that's Daddy's secret fantasy -- to watch us
get fucked by dogs, or gangsters, or some other lower life forms."

   "Girls," he admonished, "just being with the two of you and your sister
is all the secret fantasy I need, at least between now and dinner, that's
just about ready.  Let an old man take a shower without having a hard on
every time, huh?" He turned and tried to ignore them, finishing his shower
as best he could, with the two blonde nymphs bumping against him keeping
him in a constant state of arousal.  He dried off and found a sweat suit
and hurried upstairs.





   Marla and Amy were bustling in the galley.  He could see Ling Mai
putting plates out in the dining room.  Amy now was in a simple shift over
her swimsuit.  Don smiled; Amy was always the more traditional of the
twins. He came up behind her and kissed her in the back of the head.  She
turned and smiled, then looked back at her cooking.  She wasn't frosty, but
reserved.  Don remembered Marla's warning that the noise from the bedroom's
frolics had wakened Amy.  Don felt almost guilty.  Had she felt excluded?

   "My Amii?" he whispered, using his pet name for her.  "Can we talk
outside?"

   She finished stirring, then nodded.  "Sure." No sense of tension or
resentment that he could detect.

   They walked out onto the deck outside the galley.  He turned back to her
and leaned against the railing, looking down at her.  God, she and her
sister are beautiful, he thought.  While Jodie had a devilish air about
her, Amy looked like a well-scrubbed, future housewife or maybe a Baywatch
star - albeit with a model's looks - her hair turned up in a blonde flip.

   "Amii, I know that you heard ...  some noises from downstairs and I
didn't want you to feel left out.  I mean, you always could have joined in,
but we didn't have a chance to stop and..."

   She smiled.  "Oh, Daddy, I didn't feel left out, and I certainly don't
expect you to stop that sort of thing and print out invitations.  It's just
that, I mean.  The whole scene at Lance's office where we all..." She
blushed.  "I'm glad we did it.  Sex is, great.  If he hadn't forced us to,
I never would have had the guts to try it, and now I know how thrilling it
is.  But, all that wild stuff and dogs and everything.  I mean, you know I
like those novels?" He chuckled; they'd all teased her about the sexy
romance novels -- bodice rippers, they were called.  "Yeah, I'd always
dreamed about sex being with some strong guy, but gentle, and it's him and
me.  Not like a whole crowd.  So, if I get a turn with you too, could it
just be with the two of us?"

   He hugged her.  "Of course, Ames.  It'll be however you want."

   They went into dinner.  Where they were joined by the others.  Rudi had
let the boat drift during dinner, with collision detectors set.  Don and
his girls sat at the table, but the others milled around uncertainly.  Don
realized that none of them seemed to know what their roles, their positions
were.

   He waved them all onto the table.  "Come on, you all.  Whatever we may
be, fugitives, whatever, we need to look out for each other.  We're all
family now.  Sit down and eat."

   Rudi and Marla smiled and plopped down.  Indira smiled shyly and sat
next to Jodie.  Ling Mai seemed the most hesitant, but when she realized
she was the sole standing person, she took the only available seat, next to
Don.

   The food was excellent, and Don marveled at the wine that Marla had put
out.  When he asked what it was, Marla replied, "I don't know, something
from the wine storage cellar.  I know it's kinda old, but that's supposed
to be better for wine, right?" She reached over to a sideboard and pulled
out the open bottle.  "Hmmm, 1982 Chateau Lafite Rothschild.  That okay?"
Don almost sputtered - hell, that was $500 per bottle wine.  This could be
a helluva trip after all.

   Conversation went along amicably, with the girls asking about where they
might be going.  Don said he wasn't sure of their ultimate destination, but
mentioned that at the very least he intended to keep the rendezvous with
the procurers of the young Chinese girls that Lance had arranged to supply
to rich customers.  If he did not show, heaven knew what would happen to
them.  The procurers could not themselves further handle the delivery, and
they were notoriously ruthless enough to simply dump the girls overboard
rather than further risk arrest.  The girls had had some idea of what he
did for a living but were otherwise sheltered from it, and Kylie and Amy
showed little comprehension of or interest in the conversation.  Jodie, on
the other hand, quickly picked up on the fact that a half dozen or so very
young girls were going to be coming onto the boat and ultimately sold to
rich people for some sexual purpose.  She tried to probe her father as to
what the buyers could and would do with the girls, but he deflected her
questions, both out of a belief that the details were a little nasty to
expose the young teens to and out of a concern for the sensibility of Ling
Mai and Indira.  Don did explain that the young girls had not been
kidnapped, but in fact had been sold by their families to the procurers for
somes equalling two or three times the family's annual income and were
treated as heroes by the family.  Don then cut off discussion.

   With that, the girls chatted about what fun they might uncover about the
boat.  Rudi pointed out that it contained a full multimedia room, with
several giant televisions with VCRs and a satellite hook-up, and three
computers with a satellite connection to the Internet.

   "What kind of videos do we have?" Kylie asked.  Don didn't miss her
apparent implied acknowledgment of the hope as her home.

   "Oh, the usual," Rudi replied.  "Lance could be something of an
insomniac and put in just about every popular movie that's come out in the
last few years." Kylie clapped in approval.  "I think he's also got a
collection of some home videos that he took on the boat and elsewhere.  I
guess I'd better clean them out, `cuz they're probably not the sort that
innocent young girls like you should be seeing." His eyes twinkled,
ignoring Marla's mock-sour look.

   Jodie piped up.  "Don't you dare!  I want to find out just how much of a
monster that asshole Lance was.  You may not know what he put us through,
but he owes us, sorta." While Rudi hadn't heard the details of the girl's
ordeal in Lance's office, he knew something had occurred.  When Don didn't
countermand Jodie's request, he simply shrugged.

   During the meal, Indira said almost nothing; Ling Mai was completely
silent.  Don tried to draw her out, but she answered monosyllabically.  Don
finally stroked her hair and said, "Ling, you're so beautiful, we're happy
to have you with us." The stunning young Thai girl stiffened and her eyes
grew large.  She suddenly stood and bolted from the room.  Don sat stunned.

   Marla tossed down her napkin.  "Don, honey.  Don't you understand that
no one's ever treated her this way.  She's been a slave, a ...  hell, just
a cum bucket for men almost as long as she can remember.  Too much kindness
can overwhelm her.  Don't push it."

   "What am I supposed to do, beat her so she'll feel at home?" he
retorted.

   "No, you big dope.  Just take your time on it.  You can be gentle, but
she will expect a little bit of a push from you.  Don't give her too many
choices.  Tell her what to do, how to help us.  And..." Marla glanced
nervously at the man's blonde daughters, and shrugged.  They obviously
wren't innocents any longer.  "She'll expect you to give her direction
sexually.  I thing she likes a bit of roughness and the closeness that
she's used to is, is from having sex.  I think you can adjust to that,
can't you."

   Don couldn't keep from grinning.  Jodie rolled her eyes.  Ever the quick
wit, she added, "Tough luck, huh Dad?  A little bit of rape as social
work."

   Marla scowled, "I didn't say rape.  I just think he should let he know
his desires, and she should follow on.  It'll make her feel wanted.  And
hey, who knows, it maybe something that one of you can do to help, too."

   Jodie's eyes lit up.  "OOOOooohh.  My own little sex toy.  I might be
able to get used to that.  Will you share her with me, Daddy?"

   Kylie leaned forward.  "It's not enough that you're into bowsers, huh;
you go for the Sheilas too, huh?"

   Jodie didn't back down.  "Hey, we seem to have a shortage of men here.
And, I seem to recall somebody with Indira's hand all the way up her...."

   "GIRLS!" Don roared.  Rudi and Marla stared in shock.  Indira smiled
shyly but knowingly.  Amy giggled into her palm.  "I don't think this is
proper dinner table conversation."

   Kylie and Jodie looked at each other, giggled, and said mockingly in
unison, "Yes, Father." Don rolled his eyes heavenward.  Having a sexual
relationship with his daughters was not going to make parenthood any
simpler.

   Don had several more glasses of the vintage wine, since he did not have
to share it with anyone but Amy, who tried a glass apparently as part of
her program to become a refined young woman of culture.  As the meal ended,
Don realized that he was becoming awfully sleepy after the excitement of
the previous day or so.  Though it was only about nine in the evening, he
rose and yawned.

   "Well, folks, I'm going to exercise my fatherly prerogative and take an
after-dinner nap."

   Out of habit, his daughters laughed, Don was notorious for taking a
`nap' and sleeping through `til 2 or 3 in the morning, with the TV blaring.
They stopped, looked at each other again, and laughed more, realizing that
their father retiring to his cabin now meant much more - perhaps even an
opportunity to join him for a romp.  Don had the same thought, and wasn't
sure how he felt about the idea for the moment.  He was after all quite
tired, but the teasing that Kylie and Jodie had given him in the shower had
restored his interest somewhat.

   Jodie helped make the decision for him, as there was much about the ship
she wanted to explore, starting with the video collection.  "Okay, Dad. 
Maybe we can check out those videos that Rudi was telling us about." The
others nodded in acquiescence.

   Don ambled down the hall and was about to enter his cabin when he heard
a door to a smaller cabin around the corner open and close, then came the
sound of small bare feet on the carpeted hallway.  Ling Mai hurried around
the corner.  She came up to him and bowed in obeisance.

   "Mr.  Wagner, sir," the shy Thai girl said softly.  "I am so sorry for
my rudeness at dinner.  There was no excuse.  I am sorry."

   "No problem, Ling.  I understand that this is all new to you."

   Expecting relief, Don was surprised that his reply if anything made her
sadder.

   "But it IS a problem.  I have badly treated your kindness.  I must make
it better." Don cocked his eyebrow, surprised, then remembered Marla's
warning.

   "Maybe you're right, Ling.  You can start by...  " he thought, "by
helping me get ready for bed." She smiled; this was something she could do
for him, and do well.

   The dark-haired girl slid past him into his room and leaned over the
mammoth bed to pull back the covers.  In doing so, her panti-less maid's
costume road up, exposing two-thirds of her ass and all of the taut lips of
her pubescent vagina.  Don felt stirring in his sweat pants.

   Ling looked back over her shoulder and saw where his gaze was directed.
She beamed at the interest he showed.  She turned back and made elaborate
motions to smooth the covers and plump the pillows, wiggling her ass as she
did so.  Bent over in that way, her tiny anus was exposed and flexed.  Don
remembered the salacious sight of Jodie in just such a pose, and his cock
stiffened further.

   "Is this better?" she asked.

   "I came up here to take a nap, but it's hard for me to do that with you
bent over like that."

   "What is `hard'?" she asked coyly, staring down at the lump at the front
of his pants.

   Son stepped over to the girl, reached down, gathered her hair at the
back of her head, and firmly straightened her back up.  She looked back at
him in mock fear.

   "You're playing games with me," he growled.  "You're just making it
worse for yourself.  What should I do with you?"

   "You will punish me?" Her voice could not keep out a hopeful tone.

   "Damn straight!" Still holding her by the knot of hair at the back of
her head, Don turned her toward a sidewall, covered by a soft, plush wall
covering, then pushed her forward against the wall.  Her hands reflexively
jerked up to check her momentum.  Her hands caught against two large
vertical wooden handles about five feet from the floor.  While they looked
to be some sort of nautical-themed decoration, Don quickly realized that
had much more practical uses.  He grabbed her hands and wrapped her fingers
around the handle.  He then kicked her feet so that they were about 18
inches apart as she leaned forward against the wall.  He stepped back and
pulled off his sweatshirt, and pressed forward against the girl.  His rigid
cock continued to poke at her hip.

   Don snaked his hands around the pinned Thai 14 year old and placed them
over the pubescent mounds of her barely concealed breasts.  Touching the
crease where the maid's costume closed in the front, he realized that it
wass held together solely by small dots of velcro for easy access. 
Tantalizingly, he ripped each dot apart one after the other, starting at
the collar and working his way down.  As he exposed each inch of her flesh,
his finger tips brushed over the honey-colored skin that emerged.

   The girl sighed with each touch.  As his fingers descended past her
stomach, he slid his hands to the side and over her left breast.  The
nipple already was distended in lust.  He pinched the nob with thumb and
forefinger, pulling and rolling it.  Her hips jerked back, pressing down
and to the side his hardening cock under the cotton fabric of his pants. 
His other hand continuing parting the front of her costume to her waist and
below.  As he past her navel, his fingers brushed along her lower stomach,
reminded by the hairless, flat expanse of her extreme youth.  Impatiently,
he jerked the last velcro closure, and the costume fully parted in the
front.

   Don's right hand slid down her from her distended nipples and pushed at
the top of her puffy bare twat.  He pushed them underneath and along her
mons, and over the now-slippery opening to her sex.  She threw her head
back, and her long silken hair hung straight down her back.

   Don's left hand grasped Ling's left wrist and pulled it off the handle
and drew it back toward his waist.  She needed no further guidance, and her
fingers darted down and back, grabbing through the cloth of his pants at
the end of his prick, just holding it with the tips of her fingers.  She
wantonly stroked and pushed at his cock for a few moments, while he
continued stroking her ever-wetter furrow.

   With a moan, the girl awkwardly reached back and tugged at the waistband
of his sweatpants, to pull them down without having to turn around and
break the connection between his hands and her cunt.  With considerable
effort, she managed to blindly find and loosen the drawstring and yank the
front out over his now erect hard on.  Gravity did the rest with a little
assistance from her backward-groping hand, and the pants fell to his
ankles. He stepped out of them.  Her left hand flew back up to the handle.

   Don bent over further and drew his hand even farther down between her
legs, where he not only could barely pierce the lips of her flowering
vaginal lips, but could spread the dew from her private parts down over her
perineum and all the way to the opening of her tiny asshole.  He slowly
circled and moistened the winking hole.

   The older man, father of girls her age, straightened up and pressed up
behind her, his cock pointed straight down while straddled by her taut ass
cheeks.  "Is this how I should punish you, my naughty little thing?" He
asked.  "Should I drive my cock into your asshole until it comes out the
other side?"

   Despite her shyness on other matters, Ling seemed to know a cue to
respond to this sort of nasty query.  "Yes, Big Daddy.  Take your big
fucking cock, and shove it my ass.  All the way up my ass." Her soft,
chime-like schoolgirl voice seemed so incongruous to speak those words, but
Don was too wound up to laugh. He reached down and grasped the sides of her
narrow young ass, with his thumbs pointing to the center.  Then, he used
his thumbs to grasp each side of her ass crease and pull the cheeks apart.
Her rectal passage came into view and puckered open ever so slightly.  With
her small size, he knew it would be a tough route, but aimed his throbbing
cock at her ass anyway.  His tip prodded at the nether opening, slickened
by the goo he'd spread from her slobbering cunt.  Stretching her open to
the point of discomfort with his thumbs, Don leaned forward with his hips
and pushed firmly against her opening.  The hole wouldn't budge.  He tried
again, and saw Ling flex her ass muscles subtlely, and for just a moment
her periwinkle bloomed open.  He jerked forward, and the tip caught inside,
then felt the taut tissue of the ring snap back to encase the first inch
inside.

   Don couldn't believe how hard he was.  It had been years since he'd
ass-fucked a woman, and then it was in a semi-drunken stupor a slightly
overweight barmaid with bottle blonde hair, and not very alluring.  Brenda
certainly would not even let him close to her rear passage during their
marriage.  He had taken Kylie up the back way during the incredible debauch
at Lance's office, but it had been so quick and he had been so overwhelmed
by the enormity of the sexual goings-on with all of his daughters that he'd
not savored the experience.

   Now that he was nested inside the 14-year-old, Don flicked his hips
forward, but penetrated hardly at all.  He then placed his hands on the
wall handles above those of the Thai girl, and with the greater leverage
shot his hips at her.  She squealed, and her hips lurched forward and
bounced off the wall covering.  Before she could straighten, he jumped into
the push, pressing her harder against the wall, and an audible thump
announced her striking of the wall.  Another squeal, and he sunk in a half
inch.  Again and again he thrust against her pinned buttocks, and
centimeter by centimeter he went into her back hole.

   As exciting as the subjugation of the girl was, the passage began to run
a little dry, and her tight assring started to chafe at his cock.  He
pulled out and, while she remained dilated, he deeply bent his knees and
thrust up into her excited young cunt, although he could invade only an
inch or two at this angle.  She circled her hips as though to wet his cock
as thoroughly as possible.

   He pulled back, straightened his legs, and pushed back into her rectum
quickly, now sliding three inches in.  He continued with his maddened
buttfuck, and Ling stayed with the circling of her hips.  Still, the
moisture only allowed him to go in a bit further.

   This time, Ling took the lead.  As he was pulling back, she jerked
forward so quickly he plopped out.  She dropped down to knees and spun to
face him, looking up to say, "I have an idea.  Let me make you wet this
way." He understood and stepped forward as she open her soft lips.  As his
cock passed over her teeth and onto her tongue, it occurred to him that she
would be tasting the shit into which he'd been dipping his cock, but she
did not seem to hesitate or mind.  In fact, she opened her mouth wide and
grasped the back of his thighs, then firmly pushed him in towards her.

   Still impassioned by the brutal anal fucking they had started, Don
jerked his cock into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. 
Then he pulled back.  He emerged with a slurping sound.  He looked down at
the dark-tressed Thai girl, expecting a pained or gasping expression, but
she merely smiled contentedly, her eyes closed..  Firmly grasping the
handles on the wall, he rammed his hips forward again, and she again took
his stiffness into her mouth and throat.  This time he pushed so hard as he
thrust into her throat that the back of her head collided with the
soft-covered wall.  Don paused and waited for her protest, her gag reflex
to kick in, but no sound came forth.  Ling's face smiled in contentment Her
eyes opened with laughter aplenty buried in them, knowing that he, like all
men, would be astonished at her ability to take him so deep, her nose
pressed up against his sandy pubic hair.  In surprise, the man pulled
himself out, clearing her lips by inches, Still, she smiled.

   His passion still inflamed, he fucked forward.  Her slightly parted lips
were pushed further apart, then he reached the opening to her throat with a
smack.  He rotated his hips slightly, filling and churning her throat
opening, then pushed in and withdrew as before.  Then back in, with another
brutal push to the back of her throat.  Back out, then settling into a
rhythm where his cock tip emerged at least three or four inches out of her
mouth, then a brutal fucking forward -- and there can be no other word to
describe the rape of her mouth -- `til his balls smacked up against her
smooth honey colored chin and her throat bulged with the pressure of his
cock's penetration.  Still, he heard no protest.  His thoughts swirled at
the thought of indefinitely being stuck aboard this magnificent yacht with
the mouth and bottomless throat of this submissive young vixen at his beck
and call, never to complain that he was too deep.

   Knowing the fellatrix' ready availability for future blowjobs, and
feeling the discomfort of continuing to stand after such a long, tough day,
Don decided to resume the ass-fucking that he'd started, but in a more
comfortable clime.  He pulled himself free once more, and pulled Ling up
and over to the large, circular bed.  She slid under the cool sheets and
motioned him to join her.

   Don hopped in behind her slender form and started to reach over to kiss
her.  "Wait," she cautioned, and leaned back over him toward the night
stand next to his side of the bed.  Her upper body was draped across his
lap, where his still-rigid cock poked up, bouncing of her round, taut
hanging tits.  She opened a small drawer on the side of the stand and
rummaged around blindly, then emerged with a small plastic bottle. 
Flipping up the top, Ling squeezed a dollop of some sort of goo over the
ascended tip of his prick.  Ling then dropped the bottle on the stand,
crawled back to her own side of the bed, then shimmied back toward him,
resting on her left side facing away.

   She then raised her right leg, pulling it toward her chest.  Her long
fingers reached back and grabbed the base of his stalk, and pointed it back
toward the puffy opening of her rectal passage.  She rested up against the
tight portals.  He placed his right thumb against the inner side of her
right buttock, and pried it open.  The motion opened her up more, and the
tip of his cock slid in without much trouble.  Half his rod followed up
into her ass chute.  She bent slightly at the waist and pushed back at him,
at the same time somehow relaxing the muscles of her assring.  He pushed
forward firmly and smoothly, steadily, he continued on in her tight tunnel.


   He was now two-thirds of the way in her.  He pulled back slightly, she
relaxed, and he pushed forward again, Miraculously, she opened enough to
let him push on.  He grabbed her hips, lifted his own, and plunged forward
again.  He was in -- all the way in!  Ling's mouth opened as though in
protest, but only a small, grunted "Uhhh" was voiced.  Don's loins were
smack up against her nearly fleshless young buttocks.

   Ling swiveled her head around and smiled at him in triumph.  "Okay?" she
nodded.  He kissed her.  "Just give me second," she pleaded, "to get used
to you.  It's so big, bigger than any others."

   "More than okay, honey.  And we've got plenty of time." He lay still
beside her, savoring the caresses of her ultra-tight ring, as she gently
squeezed then opened the muscles.  He reached down and pulled the sheet and
comforter back over them, then slid his hand around her ribcage and lightly
brushed her distended nipples.  The girl literally purred in pleasure,
humming a slow, lilting melody.  Don's last thought was one of utter
contentment -- this could be heaven, for at least awhile -- and then he
fell sound asleep, still imbedded in the girl's butt.

   Don was in an airport.  In his dream, he kept thinking that it was the
Hong Kong airport, but it didn't look like that or any other airport he'd
ever been in.  He saw the face of a young Chinese girl, probably a local,
who had caught his eye two years ago.  She couldn't have been more than
ten, but she had big dark eyes.  She was in an old-fashioned, high-collared
blue coat, wearing a round white hat and white gloves on her hands, one of
which was firmly holding the hand of her mother, a tall, slim Chinese woman
with beautiful features and a shoulder-length, Western style hair.  He
recognized the man with them, presumably the child's father; a Red Chinese
official responsible for administering much of Hong Kong before the
changeover and known to be as corrupt as they come.  They were surrounded
by flunkies loaded down with shopping bags; obviously the official's family
had come to Hong Kong to spend their ill-gotten funds -- bribe money, no
doubt -- on a shopping spree.

   There, in the waiting area, the young sweetheart had caught his eye and
they'd remained locked together, neither of them blinking for close to a
minute.  Don had been trapped in her web and couldn't escape, until the
girl turned away to answer a question from her mother, and she only looked
back at him once, as the two rose to go off to their flight.  Don had
shaken his head after the experience; why had he been so captivated by the
young thing?  He'd never thought of himself as a pedophile, and couldn't be
sure that his attraction to the mezmerizing girl was even sexual.  Still,
he hadn't been able to get her off his mind for days.

   Now, in his dream, the girl had come over to his seat, and somehow they
were in a concealed spot where no one could see them.  Still wearing the
coat and the round hat, the girl was staring into his eyes again, but now
she had his cock in her white gloved hand and was stroking it, making it
grow, while her other hand lightly brushed his balls.  As he thickened, the
girl did not loosen her grip, so that he was almost painfully encased.  She
groaned.

   Don blinked into the sunlight filtering into the room as consciousness
slowly came.  He was not in any girl's hand.  He again was -- or still was
-- pressed into Ling's 14-year old ass, stretching it unmercifully as the
lust-inducing dream and the feel of her tight hole distended him to the
fullest.  In his waking state, he again felt the feather-like touch on the
base of his balls, and looked down his torso.  There, curled in a ball
behind his legs, was the nude form of Indira.  Her face was obscured behind
his ass, as she was lightly licking at the join of his balls and Ling's ass
(as he was esconced so deep in the tight opening that there was almost no
exposed dick between his testes and her rectal opening.)

   God he loved sex in the morning.  Like many men, he'd regularly awoke
with a morning erection, but almost never had his ex-wife deigned to help
make it subside.  Now he was getting a piece, and a magnificent tight
piece, from a slender young girl right up her rear chute, even before he
woke up.  And, her attractive, younger friend was enhancing the experience
by mouthing his balls.

   Indira expanded the range of her slavering tongue's explorations, now
rimming the top edge of Ling's stretched anus, then retreating to his hairy
balls for a lick and even an opened mouthed suck of the sensitive orbs.

   With each touch of Indira's tongue along the ring of her cock-stuffed
ass, Ling winced and jerked her hips.  As her passion increased, Indira
mover her mouth up and stiffened her tongue, then plowed it up along the
flowering labial opening of her Thai friend.  Ling moaned and clenched her
fists.  Her asshole squeezed in reflex, tightening impossibly on Don's
throbbing erection.

   Indira's slender middle and forefingers gently parted the hood covering
Ling's engorged clit, exposing the bud to her smoldering look.  The Indian
girl's small, pink tongue then ringed the fleshy folds around Ling's clit
in ever-smaller circles.  Ling whimpered from the combined effects of the
tease and the delicious fullness of Don's steel-like shaft up her ass. 
Indira finally flicked out, a bullet-like probe on Ling's clit.  She jerked
and clenched Don's cock.  The slavering youngster flicked again and again.
Ling responded each time as though hit by a small electric charge, churning
back on Don's pole.

   The man hoarsely cried, "Again, Indira, suck her clit hard!" The girl
smiled and pursed her lips around her friend's button.  Ling cried out and
jerked.  "Uhhh, yes!" Indira sucked and pulled right on the clit.  Ling's
hips thrashed up against the tormenting mouth, then back onto Don's rod
when the sensation became too great.  Her inner assmuscles spasmed with
each jolt from Indira's mouth and tongue, driving Don into the
indescribable world of sensation overload, where the pain from the tight
squeezing became almost inseparable from the incredible ecstacy it also
brought.

   Indira mercilessly covered her small white teeth with her full lips and
sucked and pinched hard on the older Thai girl's clit once again.  Two,
then three sucks and pulls.  Ling jerked her hips as though being
electrocuted.  Indira kept her suction on the girl's exploding clitoris for
several seconds, almost being bucked off, then dipped her head down and
took one of Don's balls, now tight up against his body, into her
fluid-drenched mouth.  Softly, she suckled the sperm-filled spheres.

   Don felt the raw, uncontrollable force of his ejaculation rising from
the storm of passion at his loins.  The blast of orgasm churned in his
balls, jostled as they were by Ling's ass and thighs.  He looked at the
face of the sweet girl, and her eyes flew open in surprise, then delight,
then pure ecstacy, as her own orgasm washed over her.  Ling closed her eyes
for a second, then opened them and looked back over her shoulder at Don as
her cum peaked.  At that moment, Don saw the eyes, the very soul of that
Chinese child in the airport who had re-visited him in his dream.

   His balls and cock exploded at that instant, shooting rope after rope of
viscous semen out his cock and up the tight, still rhythmically clenching
asshole of Ling Mai.  "Ahhhhhhhhh!" was all he could utter as every drop of
his sperm went far up her bowels.  Indira felt her rush of near orgasmic
heat from the excitement of sensing the man's explosion from the balls
encased in her mouth.  Still, Ling Mai's own cum continued on, then finally
subsided, but he continued to blast.

   With a few more groans and gasps, the odd couple -- the sandy-haired man
and the slim, fourteen year old Asian girl -- descended together from the
peak.  Sweat beaded on their bodies, the breath emerged in gasps through
smiling lips.  Don's hand joined Ling's tiny hand in a show of intimacy. 
She squeezed his hand, then squeezed her ass muscles is a salacious
greeting, running an ache up his overwrought but shrinking cock, then
pushing it all the way out her cum-slickened chute.

   "Still spoiling the help, huh, Dad?" Kylie's malicious grin greeted him
from the doorway.  She was wearing a pink, see-through nightie, apparently
left by one of the ship's previous visitors.  Her father's playmates looked
up from the bed, smiling in surprise, but still too impassioned to fully
register the girl's presence.  "Is it the darker meat, you like?" Kylie
continued, "or just the feeling that they're you're little slave toys?"

   Don looked back at her sourly.  She smiled innocently.  "Hey, I'm not
complaining too much, Daddy-O.  They're cute and fun.  Hey, Indira," she
called.  The dusky skinned girl smiled obeisantly.  "It would be soooo sexy
if you'd suck Daddy's spunk right out of that other little slut's asshole."

   Before Don could countermand the order, Indira had ducked her head
behind Ling's ass and pursed her lips against her friend's dripping rectal
opening.  Truth be told, she didn't mind tonguing Ling's asshole; Indira
knew she kept it clean.  As for sucking out a man's cum, she figured the
pungent taste of the semen would overwhelm any remnants of shit that came
out with it.  She actually had a pleasant association with the taste of cum
itself, though.  With all the sexual toying and abuse to which she'd been
subjected, she found that men were actually at their best behavior when
they had their cocks in her mouth and were about to come -- save for maybe
being a bit too aggressive in fucking past her sweet lips and down her
throat.  After all, what man would want to incite a girl to violence with
his cock between her teeth?  And, after a man shot his goo down her throat,
he usually was sweet with gratitude.  So, she didn't mind sucking all that
piquant manjuice into her mouth.

   Ling yelped, but did not complain, as she felt the fluid being sucked
out of her ass.  Kylie walked over and watched Indira intently.  "Hmmm,
it's too bad my REALLY nasty little sister Jodie isn't here to watch this.
She goes apeshit for this perverted stuff.  But she's still zonked out; I
think she stayed up half the night watching Lance's home movies with
torture and whips and chains and all that shit, jerking herself off with
some wierd-ass dildos."

   Don was more than a little annoyed with Kylie's attitude, but felt that
as a family matter he should tackle it privately later, outside the
presence of the two younger girls.  He said nothing.

   Kylie then leaned down and put her hand under Indira's cheek and peeled
her away from Ling's asshole.  The girl's cum-spotted face looked up in
confusion.  Husky-voiced, the fair-tressed blonde cooed, "OOOOooh, it IS so
sexy, that white mess on your dark face.  And all over your lips.  Don't
you think so, Ling?  Come see!" The Thai girl stiffly rolled over and bent
to bring her face down the mattress, close to the others.  Kylie went on,
"And I'll bet it's tasty." She leaned down and opened her mouth as if to
initiate a kiss.  Indira opened her mouth expectantly.  Kylie hesitated,
then with a touch of ham, uttered, "Oh, no that's a bit too messy for me."
With a sudden start, Kylie pushed on the back of Indira's head toward
Ling's face.  Ling opened her mouth in surprise, and suddenly their lips
joined.

   Kylie chortled.  "Oooh, that's right.  Kiss her, share that gooey, messy
Daddy sperm, my little pet sluts." With a barely perceptible pause, the two
did kiss, but with little passion.  Don's spend dripped visibly from
Indira's mouth onto Ling's lips and tongue.  Kylie went on, "Oooh, and
slutty little Jodie will really be disappointed that she didn't wake up to
see this.  She's put together some pretty wierd ideas already, but I think
this is the first really kinky mess she could've seen, at least since she
got herself fucked by Lance's dog." Don was by this point near boiling.

   "That's enough, Kylie." The kiss stopped.  Kylie moued in phony
disappointment.

   "Okay, fine Daddy." She hopped on the bed, onto her knees.  "But maybe
we can set something up a little later.  Maybe just a little kinky." She
raised an eyebrow and kissed him on cheek in anticipation.

   "Whatever, Sweetheart, but for the moment I'm going to clean up." She
shrugged, and they parted as he padded into the bathroom.  With a little
groping help from the youngsters, he got himself cleaned and headed toward
the galley.

   He made coffee while Marla whipped up some eggs and pancakes, then she
hustled down the hallway to bring forth Jodie and Amy from their adjoining
cabins.  They emerged a few minutes later dressed in skimpy nightgowns like
that which Kylie had worn into Don's cabin earlier, their eyes still
sleepy. A bright-eyed, Kylie, now dressed in shorts and a tank top,
followed them in.

   "How late were you guys up in the movie room?" she asked.

   Amy responded, "About 3 or so.  This boat has the best video collection,
with lots of movies that I'd never heard of.  Some were very romantic."

   "Romantic, my ass," grumbled her equally fair twin sister.  She was
watching soft core porn romance movies -- you know, the bodice ripper
stuff, but in these they actually show everyone taking their clothes off.
You can't see their, you know, dicks and stuff, but everything else."

   "Yeah, you should talk," replied Amy, at least my movies had a plot. 
You just watched bondage flicks all night with that nasty ...  uh, thing...
up your privates."

   "You betcha.  That WAS a neat toy, being able to go up my..."

   "Girls!" Don interjected.  "Remember, not at the table."

   "Okay, Daddy," Jodie groaned.  "We won't talk about dirty details at the
table, but that doesn't mean we won't act it all out somewhere else here on
the boat." She grinned.

   "Just do it other than at dinner time," he said, and winked.  Breakfast
continued relatively uneventfully thereafter.

   Don puttered around the boat for awhile, learning a bit of the basics of
steering the boat, checking the equipment readouts, and navigating, so he
could, where necessary, relieve Rudi (or Marla, who long ago had learned
the basics of motor yachting from her husband).  Much of the time, though,
the sophisticated, computerized navigation system and collision alert
system could steer itself in complete safety.

   Later in the morning, he stumbled across the sweet voiced young Amy
leaning against the railing, alone, looking out to sea.

   Her father came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her chest. 
His smoldering, recovering cock lay quietly in his pants, but still he was
pressed up against her ass.  "Do you like being out at sea, little one?"

   She nodded without hesitation.  "Sure!  It makes me feel kind of sexy,
and horny.  And no one on this boat has seen fit to do anything about it
for me." She pouted in mock complaint.

   Don's cock began to awaken.  The difference between the virginal-looking
Amy and her raunchy sisters was like night and day, and there was something
quite special about the look that stirred him in a way her sisters' wild
ways could not.  "I suppose that's something we could correct pretty soon."
He nuzzled at her neck.

   "Hmmmm, sounds nice," she whispered, "but not out here.  I want you for
just me, even if just for tonight.  And, would it be okay, if we -- didn't
just jump in and do it.  I mean, can we play like, like sorta made it kinda
like a movie or a story?"

   "You mean like a role playing game?  That sounds like fun." Don was
elated.  He knew that a steady diet of just ripping off a piece a tail when
the opportunity arose - and it would arise constantly, he knew - might get
just a little stale without something in his head to make it all seem fresh
and new.  Amy may have hit on something.

   "Right, like that.  Maybe Jodie can help me come up with some story
ideas.  She's pretty imaginative.  And, until we do it, until tonight,
Daddy would it be asking too much for you to not, do it -- you know, have
sex with someone else until tonight?  I'd like you to be a little overcome
with lust for me during it.  Okay?"

   "Sure darling.  You're my only date for today." And so the date was set.

   As Don went back inside, his thoughts returned to his worries that
Kylie's attitude toward Indira and Ling Mai might fester into something of
a cancer.  Under Lance's tutelage, he knew that the time to correct a
misbehaving underling was right away.  He had thought up a plan to impress
upon Kylie the impropriety of the elitist, classist values she was
espousing.  He caught up with Ling and Indira, who reluctantly agreed to go
along with his plan.  They headed off to the kitchen to find the largest
tumbler each could find and fulfill their function.  He knew Jodie would
want to be involved, and, sure enough when he broached the subject, she
nodded vigorously.

   Don puttered around for the pre-arranged half hour, and then went off
looking for his oldest daughter, who was sunning herself again in a very
small bikini.

   "Hi Daddy.  What's up?"

   "Nothing right now," he grinned.  "But I WAS heading back to my cabin
and..."

   "Hmmm, count me in." She put a hand up to grab his, and escorted him
back to his cabin.

   As they walked through his door, he turned to her.  "Let me see if I can
come up with that little bit of kinky that you were talking about," he
offered.

   Kylie pressed herself against him.  "Any whips or paddles?"

   "Nope."

   "Then I'm game."

   Don guided her by the elbow into his bathroom.  He saw the fur lined
handcuffs sitting on the counter as promised, and grinned.  Good old Jodie.

   With a heavy dose of kisses and caresses, he stripped the sleek blonde's
gymastics-honed body, then led her to the shower.  He directed her to kneel
in the stall and place her hands straight up in the air.  He locked her
right hand in the handcuffs, then wrapped the chain around showerhead, and
finally locked her left hand in the other cuff.

   Kylie looked more curious than apprehensive.

   "Keep your eyes closed now honey; you have to promise." She nodded, and
clenched them tightly shut.

   Don looked over to the door, and signaled.  Two pairs of tiny feet crept
into the bathroom noiselessly, another pair followed.

   The father bent over, his face close to hers.  "Okay, here you go dear
daughter.  Something a little warm that lots of folks say is really quite
the turn on." Kylie shivered in excitement.

   And, a warm liquid trickle, then a flow, struck her chest.  "Massage
oil?" she thought.  She then sniffed, something wasn't right.  Her eyes
flickered open.

   There, above her, in small sun dresses, were Indira and Ling, hems
pulled up to their waists, PEEING right on her tits!  She screamed in
anger. "What the fuck IS this?  Daddy, make them stop, beat them within an
inch of their fucking lives."

   He replied softly.  "Oh, but they're doing this at my request.  And if
you keep griping, I'll have `em pissing in your mouth, understand?" She
grimaced, but nodded.  The flow continued, a steady stream bouncing off her
chest (although some reached her chin), and tricking into the valley of her
tits and down into her sparse blonde pubic hair.  Kylie felt every drop
where the smelly liquid struck.  One short flow from Indira struck right at
the top of her cunt lips, trickling warmly inside and over her quiescent
clit.  To her surprise, Kylie found the sensation pleasurable, enhanced as
it was by the nastiness and humiliation of being urinated on.

   After the flow of the girls' urine abated, Kylie tentatively opened her
eyes.  She saw the two girls drop their hems and step back, and she
realized that her sister Jodie had been watching, with her fingers inside
her small panties, rubbing her juicy young cunt.  The 13 year old looked up
and glowered at her father.  "What the fuck was that about, damn it!"

   "Kylie, my daughter, you've been a real, first class witch around here,
treating these two girls like dirt.  I just wanted you to know that there
are no second case citizens aboard this ship.  You sound like a bigot, the
way you treat them and order them to do things they may not want to do.  I
thought a bit of a `golden shower' might show you that you're not any
superior to them, or have any greater rights here.  You understand, or do
you just want to hang around the boat all day smelling like pee?"

   Kylie paused, then shrugged.  "I understand Daddy.  I guess, maybe
you're right.  It was fun to have someone I could push around.  But that
wasn't really fair to them, huh?"

   "That's right, hon.  And there'll be plenty of opportunities for that
kind of play, and better, but you just have to make sure you're not trying
to make someone a serf in the process."

   Kylie nodded soberly, then looked at Ling and Indira.  "I'm sorry if
I've been a bitch to you guys.  I'll make it up to you.  Okay?"

   The girls looked at each other.  They turned back and nodded, then they
dropped to their knees and gave their new `sister' a big hug, ignoring the
sticky yellow piss that was dripping from her chest and stomach.

   "Now let her get that shower," Don admonished.  "She needs it." He
unlocked her, and they left the youngster to clean herself up.



   During the course of the day, he found out that Amy had declared to the
others her claim to him for that night.  He came to this realization as
each of the girls, even the shy Ling, went out of her way to tease him -
rubbing against him as the crossed paths in passageways, bending over and
displaying a bit of ass here, a pink nipple there.  Only Amy stayed out of
his way, just giving him come hither looks from a distance.

   Finally, as the afternoon sun was beginning to set, Jodie came to him
and announced that he was expected in the yacht's small discotheque at
6:30, and that he should dress `formally.' She also handed him a slip of
paper to tell him of his `role' for the evening.  He went through Lance's
closets and found a tuxedo that fit him well enough.  After getting
dressed, he read the note and chuckled.

   At precisely 6:30, he walked down the hallway to the disco.  The door
was locked.  He rapped quietly, and Jodie's face peered through the door.
She smiled.  "Mr.  Jonas, we're honored to have you." He drew on the
persona of his assigned character.  The door opened all the way, and she
let him in to the dimly lit room.  Though it had ample room -- a good
twenty-five feet square -- it was decorated with only one table, elegantly
set with china, silver, and stemware.

   He turned to Jodie, and marveled at transformation.  Her hair was pinned
up and she was wearing a conservative white blouse and dark skirt.  She
smiled in a bland, business-like way, and directed him to the table.  While
seating him, she announced that "Ms.  Carstairs" would be joining him
`momentarily'.  He sat, and she left but returned in a moment with a large
glass of white wine, a Merseault, if he was any judge of it.

   Just as he was taking his first sip, the lights dimmed and he heard a
rustling from the door on the far end of the room.  A faint musical
overture sparkled through the room's loudspeakers, then hushed, followed by
the Commodores' "Three Times a Lady" -- Amy's favorite song.

   The lights on the disco ball hanging from the ceiling in the center of
the room flashed, blinding Don momentarily.  When his vision returned, he
was no longer alone in the room.  Across from him, standing proudly erect,
was a blonde vision in an elegant silver gown.  Don gaped and completely
forgot his role.  "Amy?" he finally gasped.

   A voice dripping with class, old money, and old roots, responded.  "The
name is Revington, Mr.  Jonas.  Amanda Revington."

   Don caught himself, and leapt to his feet..  "Yes, but of course.  You
just reminded me of someone ...  whom I thought I knew." He held out the
other chair, and his young twin daughter poured herself into it slowly. 
Don examined the transformed twelve-year old.  Her hair was swept up in a
dramatic style, pinned at the side with a spray of baby's breath flowers.
The silver gown - which Don could just barely detect was too large but had
been sewn or pinned by his resourceful daughters - plunged at the neckline.
With the obvious help of a Wonderbra (God, what kind of emergency wardrobe
did Lance keep for the boat's guests?), the perky, precocious young tits of
the girl actually displayed a detectable cleavage.  Her makeup was just
right; a little less than a society leader would wear, so as not to obscure
her perfect peaches-and-cream skin.

   "So good of you to make your nightclub available for the two of us
tonight, Mr.  Jonas.  You must be losing a fortune in revenue." The voice
again came straight out of the drawing room farce stage plays that the
girl's exclusive private school loved to put on, in which Amy regularly
starred.

   "It is of no moment, Ms.  Revington.  While the loss is of no
significance, I will still gladly suffer it in order to be able to enjoy
this evening.  And please, call me Ashcroft." Where did she come up with
these names?

   "And you must please call me Amanda....  Ashcroft." She giggled at his
name, sensing his discomfort.  "You are quite the flatterer.  My friends
warned me of you; that I shouldn't let your silver tongue talk me into a
position that a woman of my social station should not find herself in."

   "A woman of your station shouldn't let so-called friends try to dissuade
her from doing what she wishes by the transparent use of reverse
psychology. Nor should she end a sentence with a preposition."

   Amy broke character and scowled, as though to say, "Daddy!  Not now!"

   Don resumed his role, and the two sat and spoke briefly of a world of
wealth and privilege, of celebrities met (and usually scorned, as they
were, after all, just new money, sniff, sniff), and of fabulous vacations.
They sipped on their wine -- Don decided not to make an issue of Amy
drinking so as not to dispel the mood; besides, she was quite the sensible
girl.

   Soon Marla, herself dressed somewhat formally, arrived with their
dinner, medallions of beef in a mustard sauce.  A bottle of 1985 Caymus
Cabernet Sauvignon soon followed.  Don now wondered whether Lance's larder
or his wardrobe was the more amazing.

   After a leisurely meal filled with a mix of ever wilder tall tales of
life among the rich and flirtatious bantering, Amy/Amanda leaned forward
conspiratorially.  "Well, Mr.  Ashcroft Jonas, we didn't come here to talk
about which grande dame picked up which loathesome disease from her stable
boy, did we?"

   "That is true, my lady.  We must discuss the business at hand.  My
security systems assure that no eavesdropping devices are present, and any
guns would be detected."

   "That's good, because the data that I have to transmit are so sensitive
that governments could topple if it were to fall into the..."

   Suddenly, the door to the main hallway flew open and a figure garbed --
in fact almost completely obscured -- in black, rushed through the door,
then did two cartwheels, ending with a full back flip, landing like a cat
on crepe soled shoes, poised to strike barehanded.  A ninja!  Holy shit,
thought Don, that's either my daughter the champion gymnast, or Lance's
people have got my ass kicked for sure.

   "My GOD, Ashcroft, the Iraquis are on to us.  Stop this assassin!"

   Before Don could think an appropriately Bond-like riposte, the ninja
rushed at him.  He grabbed for the intruder, who adroitly ducked, and threw
him forward.  Don's own athletic training came in good stead, and he rolled
out of the fall and sprung to his feet.  The figure came at him again, but
Kylie had far less training in judo than she did in gymnastics, and she
fell prey to his feint to one side.  She tried to pull him that way, but
realized too late that he had checked his momentum.  It was then easy for
him to grab the wrist of the athletic girl and pull it back behind her
back, then pin her too the floor.

   "Now, my lady, it is time to see who the invader really is." He pulled
off the jerry-rigged mask, revealing the mock-sinister features of his
oldest daughter.  Her face was screwed up in pure hatred.

   Amy/Amanda gasped.  "Ashcroft, it's my long lost cousin Kyrene.  The one
who'd been disinherited for running off with the cable installer."

   "Obviously, she didn't run any farther than Baghdad, and is working for
that villain Hussein, out of her bitterness against your family."

   Amy continued in her character.  "Well, she's done with her espionage
now, for a long, long time.  Call your security and have her taken away!"

   Don looked up as the door to the hallway opened, and the hulking Rudi,
wearing an "Air Supply World Tour 1991" windbreaker jacket, strode in with
an officious air.  He picked up the vanquished "ninja", yanked her erect by
pulling her arms behind her, and hustled her out the door.  Don wanted to
laugh at the level of `security' the girls' script had called for, but held
back when he saw that Amy was staying resolutely in character.

   The girl nodded, satisfied.  "You've got good people, Ashcroft.  Hmmm,
with that threat neutralized, we aren't quite so rushed in conducting our
business.  Perhaps we should continue the discussion a bit more... 
relaxed?"

   Don looked up hopefully.  Amy did not -- or pretended not to -- notice.
She continued.  "After all, here I am, standing on a dance floor with a
gentleman.  I do wonder if he can figure out what to do next."

   Don cleared his throat.  "My brave, dear lady.  Would you do the honor
of dancing with me?"

   "I'd love to." With that, Lionel Richie's voice boomed out from the
disco's speakers.  This time, the song was "All Night Long," which Don took
to be a hopeful sign.  He swept his slim young daughter into his arms, and
swept her up in a passable foxtrot.  Ahh, now's the time when I discover if
my daughter's expensive dancing lessons ever took hold.  After a few steps,
the man realized that she was indeed a nautral, and he had difficulty in
staying up with her.  She was so adroit, she even managed to recover from
his clumsier efforts, and they glided across the dance floor -- sidesteps,
overhand passes, underarm pass, promenade.  She made him look much better
than he was.  As they slid by the small DJ booth, barely bigger than a
phone booth, Don peered through the slightly smoked glass and thought he
saw the grinning visage of Jodie.

   After several dances, Don grew both a little bushed and not a little bit
aroused at the contact with the stunning young blonde.  How to remain in
character, but get her into a more sexual situation.  She seemed to enjoy
the role playing so much, maybe she didn't want to make love at all?  Would
he seem boorish if he tried to move the evening to what, for adults at
least, would seem to be the logical next step?

   As he was pondering this dilemma, Jodie put the ponderous "Three Times a
Lady" back over the sound system, which served to both allow them a slow,
clinging dance and announce, as though a coda, that this part of the
evening was coming to a close.  He pressed himself against her, savored her
warmth and jasmine-like aroma, and grew stiffer and aroused in
anticipation.

   After the first few bars, Amy pulled her head off his shoulder and
looked up into his eyes.  The love and trust in her blue eyes swept away
any role.  They were lovers, soul mates -- and yet still could be father
and daughter.  She placed her hand up behind his neck and drew his face
toward her.  Her lips, carefully closed, pressed against his.  He patiently
did not try to make any more of the kiss than she then offered.  Even so,
he became as hard as a steel ingot.

   "Why, Ashcroft.  I do believe I'm becoming somewhat fond of you," her
voice dripped langorously.  She pressed her loins against him, and against
his hardness.  Her voice broke, then recovered.  "And I believe that you're
becoming fond of me as well."

   "I am but a man, after all," Don intoned dramatically.  "I am but a toy
in your hands, before your loveliness." Yeah, it was corny, but somehow
appropriate.

   Amy leaned up and kissed him again, but this time her lips tentatively
opened, and the point of her small tongue emerged shyly.  Don was struck
dumb by the fact that even though he had already seen the girl splayed out
nude and strapped down on one of Lance's sexual play fixtures, and then had
himself taken her virginity upon pain of further punishment from Lance, the
sweet, achingly beautiful 12-year old had never been properly kissed by a
boy.  A pang of remorse shivered through him, but then he recalled the
girl's plea at the time -- to go ahead and take her innocence.  Not to be
denied was the passion with which she greeted the seeming violation and the
loving embrace that followed their assignation there in Lance's office.

   The girl treated his delay in responding to her kiss as his uncertainty,
and she renewed the kiss with greater fervor to sweep him past his doubts.
Her tongue wildly flew into his mouth, and greeted his responding probe
with a vigorous duel.  At the same time, her hips churned up against his.
She really was growing excited.

   Her father's hands slid around her minuscule waist, then glided down the
sides of her hips, then finally came to rest on the barely noticeable swell
of her pert ass.  She wiggled gleefully at his touch.  He then pressed her
lower body toward him, pinning his thick, rising cock between them.

   Amy's left hand jerked off his cheek and started down his chest, then
flinched and stopped, as though uncertain that any further intimate touch
might be too forward.  Don took her hand and guided her, and completed the
journey, pressing her hand onto the lump of his tuxedo trousers.

   She shivered, as she'd never actually touched a man's cock.  Even
through the thick fabric, her character, "Amanda", could tell it was
something completely different from anything she'd ever handled.  She
peeked down to examine the object of her attentions.

   Don took advantage of the opportunity to slide one strap of her dress
off the shoulder that led to her examining hand.  She barely noticed,
looking up only as the descending cloth bared her snow white breast.  Her
father's mouth went dry at the sight of the light pink areole and barely
darker, perky nipple.  She grinned at his compulsion toward her chest,
proud of the effect she had.  He yanked further on the strap, pinning her
arm down her side, giving her no choice but to continue to press her hand
against his straining organ.

   His knees bent to allow his mouth to drop toward her pouting tit.  It
was her turn for her mouth to go dry.  He sucked, his tongue swirling
around the bud.  She pushed herself into his mouth.  The older man reached
up and grabbed the other strap, and yanked it down her other arm, her
right, pinning it against her other hip.  Her right breast, a perfect twin
to the mound he was sucking, leapt into the dim light of the room.  His
mouth jumped over and sucked and tugged on it.zealously.  He then opened
his mouth wide, and took almost all of her tip inside.  While doing so, his
tongue lightly lapped at the nipple tucked between his lips.  She grunted,
but endearingly so, barely distinguishable from a sigh.  Her nipples were
stiff pebbles.

   Don tugged further on both straps, pulling the top of her dress down to
her hips, almost exposing the top of her modest green panties.  His mouth
pulled and worried her delightful pale nipple, then began slavering down
her stomach, going down to one knee.  Before he want far, she stopped him
by cupping her hands on either side of his face, cupping his cheeks.  He
looked up in surprise.

   Somehow, she had managed to regain her composure, and was back in the
character of Amanda.  "Ashcroft, please." She looked around.  "Not out here
in front of the ...  the help."

   He rose to his feet, carefully pulling the dress back up.

   "Then where?" he asked.

   "Perhaps nowhere," the elegant Amanda replied.  "I don't think...  We
are here to conduct business, you and I.  For me to deliver the `special
package', and then perhaps you should be off."

   "If that is your wish." Don didn't believe her for a second, but went
along with her feigned reluctance.  "I have a private room in the building
to finish our transaction."

   He took her lifted hand and guided her out of the ship's disco.  Just
before leaving, he glanced around and saw a small hand emerge from the DJ
booth and wave gaily.

   Don followed Amy down the hallway, admiring her small ass, as she
sashayed in a firm but exaggerated way.  He caught up as they reached his
cabin, and flung open the door.  As it shut behind them, she turned and
said in almost a nasal tone, "Now, about that transaction."

   "Yes, about that transaction." He stepped forward casually, then reached
down and grabbed the young girl's wrists.  Her eyes widened.  With a quick
move, he raised her arms over her head and walked her backwards, til her
ass and shoulders smacked the same fabric-covered wall against which he had
ass-fucked Ling the previous day.  She yelped, and tried to bring her arms
down on his shoulders in resistance.  Don continued the momentum of her
hands, though, until they were down at her sides.  He once again grabbed
the straps to her silver dress, but now firmly yanked them down her arms
and fully off, then ruthlessly pulled the whole dress down to her ankles.
He knelt and forcefully lifted one leg, then the other, removing her dress
altogether in the process.  She remained standing, wearing only a pair of
almost shear, pink panties.

   He stood and pushed her hands back up to the wooden handles, and curled
her fingers back around them.  In pretend shock, she did not try to remove
them.

   Don surveyed his prey, pinned back against the wall as she was.  He
chuckled to himself, whoever designed those handles into this cabin ought
to be put up for a goddamn Nobel prize.  He stepped forward again and bent
to roughly savage her small white tits and light pink areoles with his
mouth.  Amy bent her head to the side in passion and submission.

   "Oh, Ashcroft.  We mustn't!  Every moment that we dally, we risk the
lives of others."

   "Don't worry, you little tease, everything is taken care of.  We and the
package are all safe from others.  You, on the other hand, are very much at
risk..." he said portentiously, "from me."

   Leaving her arms up over her head, Don continued nipping and suckling at
her small but perky tits.  The nipples were as hard as pebbles, and he
circled them with his tongue, darting it out to lave over the tops.

   As he had on the dance floor, he dropped to one knee and struck a path
down her torso toward her loins, lapping at the indentation of her naval on
the way.  Her breath became more audible, but irregular.  His strong hands
slid from her back around to her chest, where they cupped her pubescent
breasts.  His palms brushed over the nipples, then slid down her stomach
and rested on the sides of her hips.  Amy's breath caught.

   With hands still flat, his fingertips slid down her thighs and then up
under the leg band of the skimp panties.  They met on hr flat tummy, right
over her pale down, barely thick enough to call pubic hair.  The tips of
his thumbs slid down her her stomach, pressing on either side of her
immature pussy lips, then pushed inward.  He could her the squish of her
juices underneath the folds of her cunt.  She cried out quickly.  His
thumbs rubbed up and down, still outside her lips, which continued to
flower open liquidly.  They dropped lower, and he parted the labia
slightly. A blast of her most intimate scent wafted out.  Don inhaled the
heady odor and was struck by the thought that he now had become something
of an expert, a connoisseur, of the odor of pubescent pussies.  What struck
him most was that, regardless of the differences between the delightful
smells of Indira and Ling and his own daughters, a twelve or thirteen year
old cunt was orders of magnitude different from a grown woman's genitals.
The girls were so clean and fresh, like the smell of a forest after a
rainfall.  He wondered if he would ever be able to return to performing
cunnilingus on a mature woman.

   He could wait no longer, and just grabbed the waistband of her
underpants.  As flimsy as they were, they tore away from her body like wet
tissue.  He flung the ruined wisp aside, and she was completely bare, save
for the jewelry she still wore.  She groaned again -- not a quick yelp, but
a sustained keening plea of passion.

   Amy's young loins churned in confusion, wanting something, some touch.
"Daddy...  uh, Ashcroft, please...."

   Don smiled.  Her arousal finally was breaking down her role playing
characterization.  Still, he went along.  "Amanda, you arouse me so.  I
want to, I must, give you pleasure." With that, he slid his hand down her
left leg, past her thigh to her lower leg.  He snaked his hand around her
calf and lifted it up, over his shoulder, where she let it rest.

   Her cunt now was fully exposed to him, ripe and glistening in arousal.
Don cupped his hands around her asscheeks, and leaned forward.  She drew
her breath in and stared down at his rugged face as he drew closer to her
mons.

   The blonde's father started with a simple kiss in the middle of her pink
gash, a pleasant pressure.  He leaned back, then bore in harder, and his
tongue slipped barely through his lips and slid over the engorged outer
lips.  Progressively, he grew more intense, his tongue emerged father and
crashed again and again at the breakers of her young vagina.  Then he stuck
it out further, drawing it along her exposed gash.  Up he went, to the peak
of her slit, then over the ridge and up against the promontory that was her
clit.

   Amy's mouth flew open, but her fingers remain clenched, white-knuckled
around the wooden handles on the wall.  His tongue pointed and churned,
digging a moat around her little button.  She screamed, then gasped, and
her head fell to the side, almost dislodging her glamorous coiffure.  Don
continued on, boring around and on her clit.  He then gave her respite.

   Standing, panting, he tried to remain his composure.  "Amanda, darling,
as much as I savor the feast of your loins, our love deserves ...  more."

   She looked up in disappointment.  The girl took three breaths and slowly
came back to earth.  "Yes...  Ashcroft...." she intoned huskily.  "It does
indeed.  I want you ...  to fill me."

   Amy's hands final unclenched and her arms dropped, still shaking.  She
brought her fingers up to his neck and with some effort began untying his
tuxedo tie.  Working with ever-increasing impatience, she jerked and tugged
at buttons and shirttails, while he stood impassively enjoying being
undressed by the youngster.

   She stepped back momentarily, and he kicked off his shoes.  She attacked
his belt and buttons, and the loose pants dropped to his ankles.  He bent
and removed them along with his socks.  Now he was clad only in his blue
boxers, distended as they were with his thick rod.

   Amy cocked her head to one side and stared down at his bulge.  She bit
her lower lip, then dropped to one knee with resolve.  Don could barely
wait.  Would she, this sweet, elegant girl, the prettiest debutante in the
highest society ball -- would she ....  take him into her mouth?  He stared
at her smooth, virginal lips with their light pink lip gloss.  The thought
of those lips, pursed, in contact with his cock, made him even harder, and
he could tell the tip was wettened with his seepage.

   Quickly, she grabbed the waistbank of his shorts and pulled down, over
his red tip, and then down to his feet and off.  He too was now nude.

   His daughter stared at the meaty rod, captivated.  "Oh, Ashcroft.  It's
magnificent.  And it's hard for ME, isn't it?"

   "For you, and because of you, my sweet.  You inflame me like no other."
She glanced up into his eyes, and realized that this was not just Ashcroft,
this was her Daddy speaking this way, in complete truth.

   "Oh, then you must be rewarded for being so sweet." She leaned forward
herself, and those wonderful pink lips bumped up against the end of his
cock.  "Oh," she started, detecting the wetness of his pre-cum.  She arched
her neck back.  A thin string connected her mouth and his tip.  Amy reached
up and curled her fingers around the thick stalk and pulled him gently to
the side, as though looking for a surface on which to rub away the sticky
trail.  With no other choice, she rubbed it against her cheek and chin.

   The aroma of him was unique, compelling.  Impetuously, she turned her
face back forward and aimed his cock right between her half-open lips.  Her
big blue eyes looked up at him.  She was worldly enough to know the effect
of a woman's mouth on a man.  "And should I taste you too, Ashcroft."

   Don could not put up even a pretense of cool suaveness.  "God, yes,
baby. Take it in your mouth."

   Still looking into his eyes, she glided her face forward and let his
cum-smeared rod poke against her lip then pry her mouth open.  She pursed
her small mouth, sucking just the tip and his dripping emission.  Her eyes
closed, then she circled the tip with her tongue.  More pre-cum collected
on her tongue.  She delighted in the naughtiness of her oral caresses.

   "But, Ashcroft," she teased, "it just isn't proper for me to be here, on
my knees, while your manhood pushes into my mouth."

   Shit, how did she maintain her roleplaying now, in the midst of her very
first blowjob?  "Perhaps, you're right, my Dear Amanda.  Perhaps we should
desist." With that, he withdrew slowly from her mouth.  Her face extended
forward as if trying to follow him.  The blonde's eyes looked up at him
beseechingly.

   He growled, "Like fuck I care what's proper." With that, he reached down
and grabbed the youngster's head on either side near the back, and thrust
forward.  She squealed in surprise as her mouth was distended, and he
nearly erupted at the feel of her soft throat, where he ultimately stopped.


   Amy/Amanda had no smartass retort, as she was busy trying to manage the
seeping cudgel filling her mouth.  Yes, yes, she thought to herself. 
Whatever powers she might have as the debutante-spy Amanda, she was in the
presence of a strong, forceful man.

   Don pulled back and fucked into her throat mercilessly.  Although she
almost gagged on every stroke, she did not plead for mercy.  She found that
being in his control somehow heightened her passion, and made her fantasy
role-playing more real.

   Her father found his ejaculation was rising too quickly in his balls,
and so he reluctantly pulled her mouth off him.  Before she could react, he
leaned over and picked her up under her arms, with his palms pressed over
the outsides of her spare breasts.  She grinned happily.

   "One more impropriety to take with you, Amanda darling." He then flung
the girl a good eight feet, up onto the large bed, where she landed on her
back.  He followed her onto the bed, and pried her legs apart by her
ankles. Her obviously moist cunt beckoned him.

   With no further foreplay, he levered his lean form between her thighs
and pressed his sex up against her folds.  Not wanting to cede the
initiative to him altogether, the girl grabbed his stiff cock and aimed up
against the almost invisibly small hole.  He pushed once, and slid up and
away from her hole.  She re-aimed him, and he pressed again.  Her tight
cunt resisted, then miraculously opened, and the head of his cudgel slipped
inside her wetness, where it stuck fast.

   The blonde girl hissed, then grunted.  Her knees flew slightly wider to
try to accomodate him.  He drew back, and plunged forward.  An inch more
went in, still guided by her long, manicured fingers.

   "Yes, Ashcroft, yes!  Take me, TAKE me!" she gasped.

   In the thrall of her tightness, Don tried to conjure up some appropriate
response.  "Yes, dear Amanda, tonight, we are not agents of our
governments, but man and woman.  You are all woman." And he pushed, and she
flowered open, allowing him to surge forward and slide wetly, and almost
painfully, all the way into her depths.

   "Wait, Ascroft," she pleaded, and she took a few seconds to adjust to
his large filling presence in her almost virginal tunnel.  He paused,
resting on his hands while hovering over the splayed form of his young twin
daughter.  Her small breasts rested back on her chest, but still gave the
illusion of maturity, as they were still wide and full.  Her eyes were
closed as if she was in repose, then slowly they opened.

   "Hmmm, Ashcroft.  You are some man.  Now, I want you.  I want you to
have me over and over until we both explode."

   No response seemed necessary, so Don went onto the more pressing
business at hand -- fucking his young offspring.  He drew his hips back and
began a slow but firm sawing in and out of her stretched quim.  He looked
down at her open, blue eyes, and they smiled as there passion, seemingly at
its peak for hours, somehow managed to grow.

   After only a few minutes, Amy/Amanda's breathing began to quicken.  "Oh,
Da....  Ashcroft, I'm starting to feel it!"

   Don lengthened his strokes, but speeded up.  "I feel it too, my fair
Amanda." The girl's hands flew up to his hips and reached around to cup his
ass and press him more insistently in to her.  He leaned down and nuzzled
her neck.

   "Oh, Amanda, Amanda.  If only we didn't have this horrible accident of
national loyalties between us.  I love you so, and am ready to cast it all
off, to renounce my patriotic loyalty, to have the rest of the life with
you, with our love together." Don hoped it made some sense.

   His daughter-lover's hips began to churn.  "Oh, yes, Ashcroft.  Let us
give up that silly fight and together, forever, be as OOOONNNNEEE!" With
that shriek, her own orgasm washed over her.  Gasp and moan, jerk and
spasm, her body jerked up and down on his cock, "Uhhh, UHHHH...YESSSSS!"

   Don was overwhelmed by his love for his daughter and at the sweet
rapture on her face as she exploded.  He dropped his head down and captured
her lips in his own, then let his own ejaculation arrive.  Gush after gush
of his hot sperm jerked out of his cock and into his daughter's still
tight, pulsating sex.  He felt it spurt out of the side of her cunt, as
their was no room inside to hold him, as small as it was.  She felt his
warmth, and groaned happily and gratefully into his kissing mouth, as they
finished their orgasms together.

   Finally, his repeating spurts subsided, and the insensate man slowly
returned to full consciousness.  He gazed down at his beautiful young
daughter, admiring the glow of her thin sheen of perspiration on her
flawless, pale skin.  Her eyes were closed, but held a beatific
countenance. Amy literally purred with contentment.  He bent down and
kissed her fully on her sweet lips.  She lazily responded.

   "Oh, Ashcroft," she murmured in silky tones.  He slowly rolled off, and
the two fell asleep in each othter's arms.

   Hours later, Don wasn't sure exactly when, Don woke to answer nature's
inevitable call.  "Didn't happen to me when I was 18," he muttered to
himself.  Returning from the cabin's cozy bathroom to his bed, he admired
the sleeping shape of his slim daughter by the light of the half moon
spilling in through the window/porhole.  She was laying on her back, one
arm flung up over her head.  One perfect, taut breast was exposed to the
dim light.

   Don's mind replayed their exotic, role-played tryst over in his mind. 
Damn, what a night.  A bit silly, perhaps, but with the payoff being a
fabulous fuck from a sexy, imaginative young blonde twelve year old, it
somehow seemed just perfect, a night like no other.  He felt a slight
swelling return to his overworked cock.  Well, he thought to himself, maybe
I'm more like an 18-year-old than I thought.

   He carefully crawled back into bed, but Amy stirred nonetheless.  Her
blue eyes opened and stared at him for several seconds.  Then she smiled,
and her tiny hand grobed down his chest and closed around his awakening
member.  "Daddy, that was wonderful, you and me." She stroked him, and his
stiffness returned.  "Fuck me again, Daddy."

   "Certainly, my sweet Amanda.  I could never turn down such a request
from a lady."

   Amy squeezed his cock in mock sanction.  "Not Amanda, Daddy -- Amy. 
Amanda was last night.  I'm Amy and I want to get fucked by my wonderful
Daddy." The girl raised her far leg up to a bent knee position, opening her
hot young twat to him.  She rubbed herself,, and he could see that her
moisture already had begun flowing anew.  "And Daddy, Amy doesn't want to
be treated like a lady -- not right now."

   Don was fully hard now.  He grinned, then rolled on top of her and
pushed himself back inside her clasping young cunt.  And Don and Amy,
father and daughter, fucked all over again, slowly and leisurely.

   Don not surprisingly woke a bit later than usual the next morning.  Amy
was already up and out.  He went into the lavish dining area, where his
three daughters were finishing up their breakfast.  Amy shyly wouldn't meet
his eyes.

   Kylie leered at her father.  "Must've been quite a night, Dad.  Amy
can't wipe that silly smile off her face." Amy blushed as she poked at her
grapefruit.

   "It was very pleasant.  Thank you all for help arranging it.  And,
that's all your going to hear about it from me.  After all, a gentleman
doesn't talk."

   "Yeah," Kylie replied, "but you're no gentleman -- you're just our
Daddy. And we've got a right to know.  If you're as sore as Amy -- and you
should see the way she gimps around here -- you're probably not any good to
Jodie and me, right Jodes?" The other blonde twin nodded, a malicious grin
splitting her face.

   "Too bad, I'm not telling the details.  Besides, we don't have time for
me to just lounge around `being good for' you three nymphomaniacs.  I've
got business matters to catch up on and we've got to start a home-schooling
program for you three."

   "Daddy!" they cried in unison.

   "Yup, just because we're stuck out on the open sea doesn't mean that you
girls can write off your education.  There're books and computer programs
that we can have sent out to us for you to study from -- and our satellite
uplink can get us more schooling study aids from the Internet."

   "But Daddy," this time from Jodie.

   "No buts.  I still have some authority as your father, and that's one
rule that won't bend.  Besides, it's not just going to be book-learning. 
We've got the opportunity hear to explore and learn first hand about
history and geography that you'd be learning at school in some slide show.
Rather than hearing a lecture about the ancient Greeks, we can go see the
Colossus of Rhodes.  That's not too shabby."

   Kylie rolled her eyes.  "Going to look at some broken down rocks isn't
really my idea of fun either.  I'd rather learn about current events, like
maybe at the Cannes Film Festival.  It comes up in about two months." She
looked up pleadingly.  "Can't we go there instead?" Kylie was the cinephile
in the family, and her interest in the film festival was not surprising.

   "Well, we don't have any particular itinerary at this point.  Let's see
what comes up.  Besides, I hear it's not all that exciting most of the
time; you just try to peer around and over all the other tourists trying to
see a celebrity for a moment or two.  The big fun is in the parties, which
I don't imagine we'd be invited to."

   "But Daddy, you were involved in that movie near Adelaide.  Don't you
know people in the movie industry who can get us into those parties?  That
director we met has a movie coming out; I'll bet it'll be shown there, and
he can get us in."

   "Kylie, dear, I simply made sure that the bean counters kept track of
Mr. Lance's money that was being used to make the movie.  I don't think
that makes the sort of friendship that gets people to get other people to
invite you to their exclusive parties."

   In fact, Don was downplaying his involvement.  The movie had been a sort
of Australian "Annie," with a plucky little orphan girl and her dog saving
a turn-of-the-century town from evil railroad barons.  As it happened,
every stagemother with a daughter who could string two sentences together
came to the open auditions for roles as either the heroine or one of her
friends in the orphanage.  And, as sometime happens, a few mothers tried to
stack the decks in their favor, by throwing either themselves or their
daughters at the director of the movie, Phil Bateman.  As attractive as
they were, Phil was able to resist all but one of the offerings.  That led
to the legal mess that required Don, backed by Lance's connections, to get
him out of trouble.  Don mused that perhaps there might be some opportunity
to call in the debt that Bateman owed him.



   Don remembered well the famous film director's description of how he had
gotten snared in the debacle when he'd first flown in to try to work it
out. As Phil told it:



   "I had gone through a tough day of shooting during the morning and
auditioning girls for the secondary role of the lead actress' dorm mates in
the cheap boarding school to which she'd been sent by her unfeeling
stepfather.  In actuality, we'd had most of the spots filled, but some of
the producers thought it would be a great publicity device to hold open
auditions for the peripheral roles.  Sure enough, every mother of a
daughter who could speak passable English and who didn't have grotesque
deformities sent her daughter out to the audition.  Thankfully, we had some
assistant directors handle the first two levels of screening, but I was as
part of this scheme supposed to personally audition the final 50
candidates.

   "This one girl, Judy, catches my eye -- hell, she had to catch
everyone's eye -- as she's just stunning.  Medium length brown hair, high
cheekbones, dark big eyes.  Sort of a fifteen-year old clone of Jaclyn
Smith.  It turns out she's got the pushiest stage mother of all ---
literally.  I mean, the mom is actually shoving the daughter in my path
when I walk by, then she intrudes on conversations to remind me of how
gorgeous her daughter is.  I really give the daughter a chance in the
audition, but there are two problems.  First, the daughter's got no
spontaneity at all.  She sounds robotic speaking her lines.  Second, she's
just too damn gorgeous to play an anonymous young waif in what is little
more than an orphanage.  I leave after four ear wrenching hours of
listening to these young acting disasters screeching their way through
their lines with their horrid Aussie accents -- no offense intended toward
you folks, Don.  My assistant announces who the finalists are, and Judy's
not among them.

   "Well, the Mom from hell waits for me at the lobby in my hotel, and asks
me what's wrong.  I try to be nice and tell her that yes indeed she's got a
stunning daughter but she wasn't right for the role, and I figure that's
the end of it.  I didn't notice the gleam of determination in her eye.

   "We've got a shooting break of a couple of days and I am ready as hell
to get my ass laid, having overlooked that basic necessity of life while
I'd been there, and hadn't gone anything from my bitchy wife, now my ex,
for awhile before I'd left.  So, the assistant directors and a couple of
production assistants and I hit the only decent restaurant in the little
burgh we're in, we let drop to the manager who we are, the word gets around
to the staff, and I find myself chatting up one of the waitresses in the
bar afterward.  She's no great beauty, but healthy and shapely in an Aussie
sort of way -- again, no offense, Don -- and we head back up to my room.  I
unlock the door and start kissing my Aussie sheila as we tumble inside
without turning on the light, then she stops, her eyes looking wildly over
my shoulder.  I turn around and in the dim light spilling in the window I
see this vision, Judy, sitting up in my bed wearing this little pink
peignoir that looks like something Sandra Dee would have worn in some
Sixties movie.

   "The sheila screeches, `What is that little tart doing here?' and I try
to explain I have no idea, but she cuts me off.  `Oh, no, I heard about you
Hollywood types and your kinky ways, and forget it.  I may be a little bit
easy but I'm not no whore and I'm not into women, not that she even looks
old enough to be one.  Good night!' And she storms out.

   "I'm still kinda bleary-eyed but I am even more horny than before.  I
yell out, `What'n hell are YOU doing here?' It doesn't even occur to me to
question how she got in.

   "Her little-girl, robotic voice answers, `I was so excited being around
you today and, even though I won't be in your film, I'd like to be with you
tonight.'

   Again, if I'd been a little less drunk or a little less horny I would've
realized that she sounded sort of scripted, but I wasn't so I didn't. 
`Well, you little bitch, you cost me my only chance for a decent piece of
tail tonight so I guess you're going to be it.'

   "I walk over a look down at her and damn if she doesn't look finer than
I could have imagined.  She has this perfect, blemishless, goddess like
look to her -- sort of like Hepburn in "Keeper of the Flame", and I don't
even think of her age.  I just know I want to take that vision and fuck it
silly.  She looks worldly, but just a bit scared.  I grab her arm and spin
her towards me, though she's still sitting there on the bed with her legs
tucked under her.  I then slip a finger under the shoulder strap and slide
it down her arm.  Out pops this perfectly shaped little breast with light
pink nipple, perkier than hell.  Her lips are just barely parted, and her
eyes never leave my face.  There's no question what I'm going to do next. I
pull off my shirt, kick off my shoes (no socks), loosen my belt, and then
motion to her to deal with my pants the rest of the way.

   "She figures out that she's supposed to get my pants off, but in
hindsight I realize she doesn't know what's coming after that.  She gets
the zipper down alright and pulls on the waist, getting `em down to my
knees.  I step out of `em.  I stand there in my briefs as hard as a rock,
but rather than pull them off, she just rests her little hand, with
perfectly manicured nails, right on my bulge.  Entranced, it seems.  I step
closer and rub her hand over me, my cock, and then pull her hands up to the
waistband of the briefs.  She figures out that instruction and pulls `em
down a couple of inches until the tangle on my throbbing big friend.  She
slides her hand over, but doesn't seem sure of what to do.  I guess I was
feeling a little mean, so I said, `C'mon honey, pull `em the rest of the
way with your teeth.'

   "So that perfect face leans forward and her front teeth delicately grab
the edge of the waistband, pull it out, and down.  Well, big old John Henry
pops straight forward and slaps her on the side of the cheek, then stays
there.  At this point, I'm losing my patience because she's such a fox, so
I yank my briefs down the rest of the way, and when I straighten up, my
cock just bobs up and rests squarely straight up the middle of her face,
with my balls hanging right over her mouth.  I flex my cock, so that it
jerks up and then drops right down on top of her face.  She looks up at me
with those giant brown eyes but doesn't move, as if she can't figure what
I'm doing and doesn't know what to do about it.

   "I then pull my hips back, grab myself around the base of my cock, then
pull forward, so the tip comes right up against her lips.  After my long
abstinence, I was just dripping with ....  you know, pre-cum, and a big
glob of it just dribbles right down onto her lower lip.  I tell her, `Lick
it, baby,' and her tongue slides and rolls around the edge like she's
really tasting it.  She looks up at me and smiles.  Whether it's cuz she
likes the taste or just likes making me happy, I don't know.  But I figure
she can't be too unhappy, so I push myself forward, with the end of my cock
spreading her lips.  At first she seems to resist, then she decides it's
maybe okay, and her sweet little mouth opens a little bit.  I expect her to
bring her hands up like most women do -- you know, to keep you from pushing
in too far, but she just rests them on her thighs.  I push in a little
more, maybe three inches total, and she doesn't do anything; no sucking, no
licking, nothing.

   "I'm starting to think this is wierd and this could be the worse bit of
head I'd ever had, and then it occurs to me.  This babe is a teenager,
maybe fifteen or sixteen max, and she's probably never given a blowjob. 
Hell, she might even be a virgin!  For a moment, I feel this little wave of
revulsion, like, `Oh my god, what am I thinking?' Then, looking at her
perfect face and skin, and her soft, still developing breast, I realize
that this is turning me on like I can't ever remember being.  Somewhere in
my drunk little noggin I'm thinking, God, am I one of those pedophile
perverts who get busted for spreading pictures of 6 year olds on the
Internet?  Then I realize, or maybe rationalize, `Nah, this js just what a
perfect young woman should be, before nature and gravity and body piercing
and the rest start to mar her.'

   "I pull back out and then push in a little farther.  Same thing: no
complaints, no sucking.  `C'mon you little sweetheart,' I beg, `suck on it
a little.'

   "She nods and suctions a little.  I push in, she sucks, then looks at me
for approval.  `Yeah, honey, that's great,' I say.  She sucks harder, and I
push in more, up against her throat.  She makes a little gagging sound, but
fights through it.  I draw back and push in harder.  Same slurp sound, but
no complaint.  I think, as a rookie, she thinks that whatever I do, is the
way it's supposed to go down, if you you'll forgive the pun.  So I start
pumping in and out, fucking her mouth, and she just sits there and takes
it, gagging and gasping but not letting on that she's unhappy.  Shit, I
wonder, I could just push in up to my balls and leave my cock stuffed into
her mouth until she passes out, and she wouldn't know to bitch at me.  I
keep at it, this mouth fucking, into her throat and back to the edge of her
lips.  I'd love to just finish in that sweet young mouth, but then I
realize that, if she's a virgin, I want a piece of that now too.  I hadn't
had a virgin since high school.

   "I pull out and kiss her, telling her how great she was, and she smiles,
for the first time.  God, it feels like I'm commending my daughter for
bringing home a good report card.

   "My daughter!  All of a sudden it hits me that Judy is the same age as
my little Adie.  And, apart from the difference in hair color, they don't
look all that different.  There's something that most classically beautiful
women have in common -- the high cheekbones, great skin, and piercing eyes,
maybe -- and Judy and Adie had it alright.  I convince myself that I feel
guilty about the thought but assuage my guilt by thinking that it's a
natural association, and concentrate on her flawless features.

   "I'm dying to stick it back into her innocent mouth, but I have to see
what she's hiding.  So, I reach down and pull up on the hem of her
peignoir, and she obediently raises her arms over her head like a toddler,
and I pull the silky thing up her arms and throw it on the floor.  She's
got matching, see-through silky underpants on, but everything else is
exposed: those pert tits, flat stomach, and long slim legs.  In another
life -- like maybe ten minutes before -- I might think she's too skinny and
shapeless.  But, now, with my horniness built up, it all comes together
perfectly.
"I've got little patience by now.  I cup her tits, wafting up at me in
their white and pink glory, and then lift her under her arms and toss her
back onto the bed, her head going up to the pillows.  She's so slender,
it's like lifting a large doll.  I then run my hands up her legs and
thighs, then slide one hand up over her waistband and down over her soft
pubes.  She stiffens, but doesn't shy away.  My other hand pulls the
underpants down far enough for me to reach her crotch.  She doesn't widen
her legs, but she doesn't close `em either.  My middle finger reaches down
and rubs over her clit softly.  Her eyes glance down at my hand and widen.
I guess she's used to her own hand and didn't expect the thrill that comes

from having someone else do the touching.

   "My middle finger then takes over, and slides down to part her tight
outer lips.  She gasps and closes her eyes, but doesn't try to stop me.  I
take my time a little, dragging my finger up and down and she starts to
leak a little.  I get a bit more ambitious, reaching in and out with the
one finger.  She's still tense but she moves her hips a little.  Aha!

   "One, two inches in, and then ...  `Ouch!' she calls.

   "`Huh?' I ask.

   "`That hurt a little.  I've never....'"

   "Well, there was my answer.  She was a virgin all right.  And she was
all mine.  Oh, I did the right thing, sort of.  I quickly pulled off her
underwear then spread her feet about a foot and a half apart.  Their was
the cutest, tiniest, neatest little pink pussy I'd ever seen, wet and
seeping with her juices.  I just dropped to my knees there next to the bed
and dove in, ringing the edge of her labia with my tongue, listening to the
gasps of unbelief coming from her.  I mean, she didn't even know that
something could feel that way.  I moved my tongue up and circled her shy
little clit, and she stopped breathing, like she knew something big was
going to happen.  And that something was my peeling back the hood and
sucking right on the money, right on the button.  She started squeaking. 
Well, I'm glad she was enjoying herself, but I was on a mission, so I slid
two fingers partway into her snatch, and it's like a snug little swamp
there.  I spread the fingers to try to stretch her sideways a little. 
She's as ready as she's going to be."

   "I hop back up on the bed, twisting her a little so she's laid full out,
with her knees pulled back up toward her hard little nipples.  I slide my
body up toward her and poke at her snatch with my rock hard, uncontrollable
cock.  She winces at the contact and looks down her body at it, like she's
not sure how to greet this stranger to our little party.  I can't resist
adding to the scene.

   "`Take it in your hand, Judy,' I ask.  She reaches down and puts her
hand under it, then slowly circles it.  She's still staring at it.  `Now
point it right at your hot young cunt!' She looks up at me surprised by my
vulgarity, but again doesn't question me.  She even squeaks, `Okay,' and
lines me right up against her lips.  I push forward, and she adjusts my aim
so the tip of my dick slides right inside her blossoming lips.

   "I could've been nicer, but I could've been more brutal too.  I just
start rocking in and out, getting her used to me as I barely work an inch
or so inside.  After a minute, I'm blocked by you-know-what, and she
finally seems to realize what she's up to now -- losing her cherry -- and
she reflexively starts to bring her legs down and together.

   "Well, that's not going to do any good, as she's got 180 pounds of man
wedge between her legs, so I just end the suspense and pound into her. 
She's so tight it hurts, but I get through her hymen and about three inches
more.  Her mouth opens but the pain is too much to even scream.  I back up
a few inches, and watches as she bites her pretty lower lip.  Then I push
back in, so that only an inch is outside.  Her mouth opens in pain, then I
thrust back, and now I'm all the way in.  Tears well up in her eyes. 
`Wait!' she pleads.

   "`Sorry, honey, but you're just too hot, too sexy.' I don't know if this
is going to mollify her, but the tears stop at least.  I rock back and just
start fucking her, not hard, but I don't cut her any slack for being a
virgin either.  I rest on one elbow and cup her tiny little ass cheeks with
my other hand and keep slipping it to her.  She keeps her eyes closed until
I tell her to open them, that I want to look into her beautiful sexy eyes.
She smiles at that, and actually starts to enjoy the sensation.  As for me,
I'm in heaven.  She's like a silk-lined vice, with every millimeter of her
cunt walls applying friction to my stiff cock.

   "After a few minutes, I know that I can't hold off too long, as she's so
tight and it's been so long for me.  I warn her, `You're too much for me,
baby, I gotta blow soon.  Better not be inside, as you're not protected are
you?' She shakes her head.

   "Then she really blows me away.  `Go ahead and come in my mouth, and on
my face.' In hindsight, it again sounds a little scripted, but you gotta
realize that you just don't hear that kind of sexy talk every day from any
woman, not to mention from the sexiest, raven-haired little virgin mink
you'd ever seen.

   "`You want me to come in your mouth?' I confirm.

   "`...  and all over my face,' she intones.

   "It takes me about ten seconds to get my nut at that point, and as I
feel it start to rise I drop my hips back out of her, get up on my toes and
literally jump up her body so that my cock is pointing right at her face. I
grab her wrist and jerk her hand up to my cock, and she gets the message
and starts stroking it while she stares at the tip.  `Open your mouth,
honey,' I command, and she parts her lips maybe an inch.  I shove forward
to bathe in her hot virgin mouth, then pull about an inch out as the
explosion goes up my spine and through my balls.  `Now look at me, you sexy
bitch.' She looks up at me; she's getting into it.  She's young, she's hot,
she's beautiful, and I'm the first man in her pussy and the first man in
her mouth.  And I just fucking explode, screaming.

   "With her eyes still staring at me, my first shot blasts out like a big
white wet rope, straight across her lips, with most dropping into her
mouth. The next shot bounces off her chin and cheek.  I expect her to close
her eyes and wince, but she's so damn inexperienced that she just gazes up
at me with this smile, like maybe she's done something right and wants my
approval.  I mutter, `In your mouth now,' and her skinny hand points me
down at her lips, but not before my next shot goes up across her cheek and
the bridge of her nose up to her forehead.  The last three salvoes go
straight inside her pursed lips, with close to a gallon of cum going in, it
feels like.  I can see her cheek bulging out where her tongue is sampling
my jiz, like she's trying to decide how icky it is.

   "As I'm trying to catch my breath while I'm sitting there straddling her
chest, she reaches out to the side as though to loosen a kink in her arm,
and she knocks the telephone on the floor.  Well, fuckit, I think, I'm in
no hurry to pick that up, as I'm staring down at her cum-drenched face,
when I hear a key in the lock.  Before I can move, some big guy with a
too-small blazer and a wiry little woman come marching into the room. 
Shit, it's the little cunt's mother, and the big guy must be some kinda
hotel security type.  I don't even think about why and how they got into my
room, but I know I'm fucked.

   "The mom screams, `Get that monster off my little baby!' and the goon
starts to reach for me while Mom pops one of those little disposable
cameras out of her bag and snaps off a couple of pictures.  I hold my arms
out in the universal gesture of surrender and hop off her.  I glance down
and the little jiz-spattered bitch doesn't look the least bit surprised.  I
scream at the security guy, `You stupid dope, I've been set up!'

   "He looks at me kinda dimly, and grunts, `I don't know about any set
ups, but I do see an old guy and a girl who looks about fourteen, and
that's illegal in this part of the world, so maybe you'd better get dressed
and we'll go back into our office and let the police sort it out.'

   "Well, I guess you know the rest of the story.  I called you and Lance
to get me a lawyer to straighten this mess out, and somehow I never even
had to go town to the police station, and the whole thing blows over."



   Sitting there talking to his daughters, Don chuckled to himself as he
remembered Phil's account of the scandal.  Don fortunately was acquainted
with the detective who'd been called in on the matter, who was brighter
than the average cop.  After hearing out the tale, it had been very evident
that the mother and the house detective had been running the old badger
game, with the intended prize being not a wad of cash but a part in the
movie and a Hollywood career for the daughter.  The mother's scheme really
started to unravel when it was determined that the daughter was pretty
drunk at the time, as the mother wanted to make it look like Phil had
gotten her drunk and tried to take advantage of her.  The flaw with the
tale was that a check with the woman whom Phil had tried to entice to his
room confirmed that the Don hadn't been with the girl long enough before
then to have given her any alcohol, and the room didn't even have a
courtesy bar from which Phil could have obtained some.  Faced with the
prospect of incurring the wrath of the international film industry, the
local prosecutors had decided to let the whole matter quietly drop.  When
the Mom started to protest, the prosecutors had threatened to charge her
with supplying a minor with alcohol and pandering, not to mention
extortion, and she backed off.



   Don's thoughts returned to the conversation with his girls.  "Okay, I'll
see if there's something we can do through Mr.  Bateman.  In the meantime,
we'll work on learning the old fashioned way -- with books.  If we make
enough progress."

   The girls grumbled, but soon realized that there wasn't much they could
do about it.  Amy, the most studious and computer-savvy of the three,
agreed to take on the chore of finding out the resources available on the
Internet with Jodie's assistance.  Kylie agreed to catalog Lance's library
to see if there might be something there worth studying.

   Don made his way up to the bridge, where he found Rudy thumbing through
some charts.

   "Morning, Mr.  Wagner.  Just trying to figure out where we're going to
be meeting the Tunyasuti Maru.  Figure it'll be up above the top of Lord
Howe Island, back by Roach Island.  It'll be a tricky exchange, because the
seas can be rough there.  We'll probably have to rig up a rope ladder to
run between the boats and have the girls climb up -- or maybe just drop a
bosun's chair."

   "When are we going to get the final coordinates?" Don asked.

   "About 2:00 this afternoon -- then make the pick-up at 9:00 this
evening. I hope.  This is a pretty nasty crowd we're dealing with.  They
deliver the goods alright; top quality young girls as you're ever going to
find.  But they don't like complications and if there's any problem at all,
they'll just lob a 100 millimeter shell on your deck and take off."

   "Okay, just keep me posted.  I'll start making the connections with our
buyers."

   Don went down to the computer room and, through an elaborate series of
codes and intermediaries started contacting the ultra-rich customers and
exceedingly kinky customers to whom the young Chinese girls were to be
delivered.  What was the word that Marla used?  -- `guardians'.  Oh hell,
he thought to himself, they're their new owners; no reason to put a fancy
spin on it.

   As for timing, well Marla estimated that it would be about a month or
two before their English and other skills were sufficient to pass all of
them over.  Lance's people were known for delivering top quality
merchandise -- scared, catatonic, clueless farm girls would not do.

   While the date of delivery wouldn't be for several months, he wanted to
make sure nothing fell through.  While he had some $50 million dollars
siphoned off from Lance's organization and esconced in Swiss bank accounts,
he didn't want to touch it for as long as he could avoid it, to avoid being
traced through any funds transfer.  The $600,000 to $800,000 American that
he could expect to earn from their sale would sustain them for awhile
longer, even with the expenses of operating the boat and living in the
style to which he planned to become accustomed.

   What he had to do was to figure out a rendezvous point to hand over the
girls.  Because the buyers expected the girls to have acquired certain
skills: a working knowledge of English, some overall polish, and an
understanding of their primary duties with the recipients, he couldn't
arrange immediate delivery.  Also, he preferred to have all of the pick-ups
handled at about the same time, as every separate episode of transfer and
the attendant immigration issues increased the risk of detection.  Finding
a locale that would be of interest to a disparate group of wealthy,
fun-seeking individuals scattered all over the globe wouldn't be easy.
Somehow, unbidden, came to mind Kylie's plea that they travel to Cannes.
Sure, why not?  It would be an attractive destination for his customers,
and the wild goings on would make the appearance of a boat filled with
attractive young women less remarkable.  His dealings with the local
officials no doubt would be greased with his outfit's connections with the
mob working in nearby Marseille.  He looked at the idea from several
angles, and it checked out in every important particular.  He then set the
plan in motion, and started to notify his customers that they should plan

to meet thre.

   Later that afternoon, he confirmed that Rudy had received the brief
radio message with the appropriate coordinates for his own pickup of the
girls -- a small inlet of the coast of Roach Island north of Lord Howe's
Island.  For security reasons, no further messages would be exchanged.

   At dinner that night, he advised the girls' of the planned arrival that
night of a half dozen young Chinese girls.  He told them that the new girls
would be trained by Marla, and would have very little to do with Don and
his family.  Jodie had a number of questions about the whole operation, but
Don would disclose little more than the fact that each girl's family had
consented to the transaction and was being handsomely rewarded.  He assured
them that each girl was being taken in by a wealthy family with whom she
would live, whether as a "foster daughter" or, if old enough to pass for
being "of age", as domestic help.  To his surprise, none of his daughters
were shocked at the whole enterprise, but rather were titillated by the
idea of "being sold into white slavery," as Jodie characterized it.

   Because Rudy was not too familiar with the waters so far off the
Australian mainland, they made sure to arrive early at the rendezvous
point. With the rough swells, even so close to the island, he dropped both
the bow and stern anchors.  Don kept the girls down below for safety
reasons, but, with Rudy at the helm and Marla up on deck with him to
receive the new acquisitions, he knew they would be peeking from the top
step of the staircase that led down to the main cabin.

   Don stood next to the stolid Rudy as they peered into the gloom of
night, waiting for the Tunyasuti Maru.  Nine o'clock passed quietly, with
no boat appearing.  Rudy did not have to state the obvious; any delay in
making the drop off was a sign of trouble.  Rudy fidgeted and, at 9:20
began to nod toward the horizon, asking for permission to hightail it away.
Don knew that such a step was the appropriate action, but still he
hesitated.  Who knows what would happen to the girls if no one was at the
appointed spot to receive them from the ruthless traders.

   He started to speak, but Rudy held his hand up quickly for silence.  Don
paused, and then he heard it: a steady drone of a boat's engine.  Rudy
picked up his handheld searchlight.

   The two men waited breathlessly, their eyes scanning the horizon.  The
droning quickly increased in pitch as the vessel swept around a point on
the island to the south, off their boat's starboard side.  Rudy sent two
quick flashes off in that direction.

   The keening whine grew louder as the boat approached.

   "What the fuck?" growled Rudy.  The boat, a medium-sized cabin cruiser,
roared directly at them with no sign of slowing down.  Even more oddly, six
thin, white packages were propped up against the bow railing.  The men
could just make out three figures standing behind the packages.

   Don reflexively backed up, as it appeared that the smaller craft would
ram right into the side of the yacht.  At the last second, the boat's pilot
swept the boat to the right and cut back the throttle, sliding his vessel
right along side.

   Don could finally make out the `packages' on the bow.  Long black hair
blew wildly in the wind at the top of each white-robed figure.  These were
the girls they were to pick up!  What were these madmen doing driving like
that with the girls' perched precariously at the boat's low railing?

   As if in answer, he heard a low, throatier boat engine coming from the
direction from which the Tunyasuti Maru had come.

   He then watched in horror as the dark figures behind the girls picked
each up and tossed them over the boat's railing into the inky, white-capped
water right next to the yacht.  Just as the last girl cleared the railing,
her slim legs kicking wildly, the smaller craft roared into full throttle
and disappeared.  In the corner of his eye he could see a searchlight
casting about over the water.

   In desperation, Don turned to the stairwell and barked.  "Kylie, get up
here now!  Emergency, no shit!"

   Kylie, huddled at the top of the stairs with her sisters, overcame her
fear at having disobeyed her father's orders and leaped through the hatch.
Although her father had never explained why, he had run the family through
drills for immediate evacuation in the event that either police or
underworld invaders entered their house, and the "Emergency No Shit" code
was the highest priority.

   She rushed up next to her father at the boat's railing.  He pointed down
into the water where the six girls were thrashing about.  "I'll get four.
You get two.  Meet at the bow anchor line." He then kicked off his shoes
and dove in.  The athletic Kylie was right behind him.

   Don was quite the athlete himself and swam with strong strokes to a
group of four of the girls, soaked and gasping for air.  He could only hope
Kylie was managing with the other two.  Three of the waifs appeared to be
clinging to a fourth, older girl, who was barely able to keep her head
above water.  Don grabbed one girl and swung her around onto his back,
where she clung to his neck with a death grip.

   "Any of you speak English?" he croaked.  The oldest girl girl rasped out
a tired "Yes."

   "Tell those two to grab my neck from each side." Quick barked commands
followed from the girl.  Mandarin?  Cantonese?  Don could never quite
detect the difference.  Her tiny companions flung themselves on Don as
ordered.  He churned water madly.

   "Now," he grunted, "everyone over to that chain over there." He
painfully struggled over to the bow anchor line, doing a contorted frog
kick, as his arms were tied up and his normal kicking motion was
constrained by the girl clinging along his back..  The older girl awkwardly
but effectively paddled along side.  After a minute, he reached the chain
and clung to it.  The older girl reached it with him.  In the moonlight, he
could see her features; even with her hair matted to her head and her lips
shivering lips turning blue, he could see she was astonishingly beautiful.

   Don looked around and saw that Kylie had followed a similar plan,
allowing the remaining two Chinese girls to hold onto her shoulders.  Her
smooth breaststroke brought her to the anchor line within a few more
seconds.  She grinned at Don in triumph, but her teeth were chattering.

   Just then Don noticed the sound of the new boat they'd heard on the
horizon.  Fortunately, the boat was approaching from the rear of their
yacht, and he didn't think that the freezing swimmers could be detected.

   A crackling of an electronic megaphone sputtered.  Then, "Ahoy, private
yacht.  This is the Australian Navy.  Please stand by."

   Shit, thought Don, they sound ready to board.  We could never hang on
long enough for them to conduct a search of the ship.

   Rudy's own amplified voice answered.  "Ahoy Navy ship.  What can we do
for you."

   "We're following a suspicious vessel that we suspect of smuggling.  They
came right by you.  What is your business with it?" The echos carried
clearly across the waters.

   "No business at all.  We wondered what was going on.  They roared past
us here like a bat out of hell.  What were they smuggling?"

   Don could hear some indecipherable muttering through the Navy boat's
open mike.  He guessed it was a debate as to whether or not the suspicious
boat could have stopped long enough to unload its cargo.  Apparently
satisfied that it could not, the captain returned to the microphone.

   "Sorry, boater, that's confidential.  You wouldn't believe me if I told
you."

   "Your choice.  You're welcome to check us out if you'd like.  I don't
think we even carry a pack of cigarettes here, though."

   Rudy's bluff seem to work.  "No, boater, we've got to check out that
boat.  Anything distinguishing about the boat?"

   "Nope, we were all down below when it went by.  Scared us with the noise
of it coming by so close, out here in the middle of nowhere."

   "Well, you be careful out here.  There are people up to no good in these
waters." The Navy megaphone click off.

   Don breathed a sigh of relief.  He couldn't hang on to much longer.  He
heard the Navy ship's motors gear up.  He waited, then realized that the
boat was coming up toward the bow, before turning away.  He turned to the
beautiful, older Chinese girl.  Tell them we have to swim again, to hide
behind the side of the boat!" Without hesitation, the girl firmly yelled
the command.  Her imperious voice brooked no questions.  Each of the girls
nodded in understanding."

   Don pushed away and swam the fifteen yards to the spot where the bow
slid into the water, with Kylie and her brood, and the other girl,
following.  He then slid just to the starboard side.  He could see the
reflection of the Aussie boat's searchlight coming up to the bow.

   He barked again.  "When the light just about reaches us, we all dive
under the water and come up on the port side, the other side." Another
quick command from the girl; nodded heads responded.

   As the spill from the light became more prominent as the government
craft came forward, Don held up four fingers, then counted down with them
-- three, two, one -- and took a pronounced breath.  The others followed
suit.

   Down they went, Don kicking furiously to overcome the buoyancy of the
three girls attached to him.  Luckily, they were slim, with little fat. 
With a combination flutter and frog kick he carried his cargo underneath
the bow, hoping he wouldn't strike the boat's underside with the head of
one of the girls.  In the churning, murky waters, he couldn't see Kylie or
the tall girl, and could only hope they managed as well.

   Don counted to ten, feeling his lungs start to burn.  With the young
Chinese girls latching onto him, there was no way he could flip onto his
back to try to see where the Navy ship's searchlight was focused.  The girl
on his left began to kick in panic.  With no time for delicacy, he simply
yanked her back down to him in warning.  Her struggles subsided, but only
slightly.

   Perhaps it was his imagination -- wishful thinking -- but he thought he
detected an increase in the speed of the hovering ship's engines.  He
counted to four, then kicked and flailed for the surface.  Making sure that
the heads of all three of the youngsters emerged with him, he looked about.
The craft was only about thirty feet away, but, from his vantage point, the
bridge had just passed the bow of his own boat, and they would not be
visible to anyone other than a straggler on the Navy ship's stern.  He saw
no one there.

   Kylie's head popped up alongside the two others' with her.  She saw her
father and grimaced in triumph and agony.  Don looked around for the other
youngster, a teenager no doubt.  There was no sign of her.  Don struggled
with his brood back to the anchor cable and wrestled their hands onto the
chain, as Kylie followed.

   He quickly turned around and swam back to the bow itself, looking for
the girl.  If she had sunk, there of course was nothing he could do for
her. He mentally calculated that she must have been down for a minute or
more.  He took a deep breath to nonetheless descend, then felt a tap on his
shoulder.  He whirled about.

   The older girl was there, smiling through blue lips.  "I wanted to be
sure they were gone," she gasped.  She grinned at Don's obvious anxiety. 
He jerked his head to the cable, and watched her swim to it with sure
strokes.

   Don then swam to the port side of the boat and looked up through the
gloom.  Rudy was bending over the railing looking for them.  Deep concern
was etched in his eyes; because of the hull's curvature, he could see
nothing of the drama through which Don and the seven young women had lived
for the preceding three minutes.

   Don waved.  Relieved, Rudy waved back.  "I'll send you down a bosun's
chair.  Marla's rigging it up!" Don nodded.  Trying to climb a rope ladder
would be tough for anyone who'd gone through this ordeal, and holding the
rope would be difficult with frozen fingers.  "Here's something that'll
help." He then reached back and tossed down two life preservers.

   Don caught them and struggled to tow them back to the anchor cable.  He
directed the girls to arrange themselves in a circle around each preserver
and hold on by draping their arms over the preservers, so they could remain
afloat without having to grab anything with their freezing fingers.  He
then pulled the preservers back to the spot by the side of the boat where
he'd conversed with Rudy, with a couple of the girls gamely trying to help
him by kicking weakly with their feet.

   In a moment, a piece of wood from which a small cage of ropes dangled --
the bosun's chair, dropped into the water beside them.  Don grabbed the two
smallest girls and shoved their torsos onto the rope chair.  He waved
upwards, and it winched slowly up the side of the boat.  After a thirty
second wait, the chair splashed beside him again, and Don repeated the
transfer with two other girls, leaving only Kylie, the tallest Chinese girl
and one of her companions, and Don in the water.

   In the next transfer, Don saw that the younger Chinese girl was
shivering uncontrollably, and he directed Kylie to go up with her to make
sure she made it onto the boat alright.  As the chair emerged from the
water with the two girls, he turned to the remaining girl, whose face was
barely a foot from his across the small preserver.  Her lips were blue, but
her eyes were clear and determined as she gazed at him.

   He yelled across the waves' turmoil, "You okay?" She grinned through
chattering teeth.  "Never been better, but I'm going to complain to the
manager about the cold water of the bathtub in my room."

   Don stared in surprise.  How could a young girl on the verge of drowning
in icy Pacific waters be cool enough to joke in what was at best her second
language?  Her grin widened at his surprise.  She clearly was used to
shocking people.

   "I'm Jen," she shouted, as though that somehow explained something about
her.

   "Don,", he replied.

   The clatter above them reassured him that the bosun's chair was on its
way back down to them.  As it dropped next to them, he motioned to the girl
to stay put, and he wrestled and grunted his way onto the chair.  Don
motioned to Rudy to take up the slack so that the chair's seat was right at
water level.  He motioned to Jen to turn her back to him while holding onto
the white preserver, and then reached down and grasped her under the arms
to pull her up to him.  She plopped onto his lap, facing sideways, then
wove her hands about his neck.

   At Don's signal, the basket slowly rose, jerking her up against Don.  He
noticed that she cleverly had locked her feet around the preserver, taking
it up with them rather than abandoning it to the sea.  Jen saw his gaze and
smugly uttered, "I never waste anything."

   In the spill of the dim light from the boat, Don could detect the girl's
slim shape resting on his lap, as the thin gown was rendered almost
transparent by the soaking it had taken.  The small ass was as he expected,
but her perky, high full breasts were not.  He also got his first
half-decent look at her face and his previous assessment was affirmed.  She
was indeed as stunning a young woman as he had ever seen, even ignoring the
fact that she was drenched to the skin and her flesh tone was somewhere
between purple and blue.

   They cleared the top of the ship's railing, and the chair swung over to
the middle of the deck, where Marla and his two younger daughters were
covering the soaked girls with blankets.  Rudy stopped the chair two feet
above the deck, and Don lifted Jen out and onto the deck.

   Marla rasped out, "Okay, everyone down to get out of your clothes, the
showers to warm up.  Kylie and the newcomers scampered over to the
stairwell in their dark blankets like black ghosts.

   Rudy came over.  "You get `em all?" Don nodded.  The dark man grunted.
"Assholes!  Dumping innocent girls like that.  You gonna stiff `em on the
purchase price?" Don knew that Lance had paid a third in advance, with the
rest to be transferred to an offshore bank account on delivery.

   Soaked, but defiant, Don replied, "Bet your ass.  That's abandonment of
the cargo if I ever saw it.  The only reason that they even bothered to
come near us before tossing the girls overboard was to avoid a murder rap
if they got caught.  Fuck `em."

   Don headed downstairs to his own cabin and stripped off his soaked
clothes, then rushed into the shower to warm up.  Just as he finished
adjusting the temperature, he heard a light rap on the stall's glass wall.
Turning, he detected a slim, dark-haired figure.

   Assuming it was either Indira or Ling, he flung open the shower door and
found to his surprise that Jen was standing there.  She was clad in a
towel. Her dark eyes widened at his nudity, focusing briefly on his loins.
She gasped, her fingers flying up to her mouth.

   Don flushed and closed the door, and peered around the edge.  He knew
some of the girls were claimed to be virgins, and some not, but he did not
know which category each fell into.  "Sorry, Jen, I thought you were
someone else.  What's up?"

   The quiet voice came back shyly.  "The other girls were first in the
other showers, and I hoped, maybe, when you are done, I could use your
shower.  I am sorry to intrude."

   "No problem.  We're old friends now, right?" He winked at her.  She
smiled, a little less shyly.  Damn she was beautiful!  "Uh, Jen.  I mean, I
know you're freezing too.  If you want to come in now, you can.  You don't
have to do anything, other than get clean, I mean."

   The girl didn't respond, but slowly peeled off her towel, exposing her
slender form.

   Don gawked.  His initial appraisal of her figure had if anything been
pessimistic.  She was maybe 5'6" and a bit thin, but her legs were indeed
shapely and her breasts were wide, high and full.  Not too large, but
definitely a handful.  His cock began stirring, and he wondered if he would
be able to keep his vow to the girl.

   She stepped into the shower.  He numbly stepped aside.  With a grateful
smile, she stepped into the flow, savoring the warmth of the cascade over
her face, shoulders and breasts.

   Don came up behind her and reached around, to splash some of the water
on himself.  His cock, maybe a quarter erect, intermittently bobbed against
her narrow buttocks.  "Hey," he chided, "leave a little room for me."

   She turned to face him, squirming her sparsely-fringed pubes against the
tip of his rod.  "You must get close then so we both can become clean." She
pressed herself up against him and took the soap and washcloth from a shelf
on the wall.  After soaping up the cloth, she slowly rubbed it over his
chest and shoulders.  He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation and the
touch of her loins against his ever hardening cock.

   As she reached up to wash the back of his neck, he slid his arms around
her waist, resting his hands on her buttocks, and ground himself lightly
against her.  His mind drifted in pleasure at the soft touch of her hands
on the nape of his neck.  His eyes closed.

   Jen pressed even closer against him, resting her check on his broad
chest.  She literally purred at the caress of her ass by the older man.

   As though communicating telepathically, their eyes open simultaneously
and they gazed knowingly into each others' eyes.  He saw in hers the wisdom
of one much older, salted by a past of misery that she now was confident
was behind her.  She needed no words to invite him.  He simply bent down
and pressed his lips against hers.

   Never before had a simple kiss conveyed so much between two strangers,
so spiritual was the connection between the older man and the young girl.
She communicated curiosity, gratitude, admiration, exuberance -- and not a
little lust.  Don, the older and more complex of the two, conveyed a mix of
emotions - fondness, surprise -- and a helluva lot of lust.  Even though
just minutes before he had been freezing in the open Southern Pacific with
three girls clutched to him, on the verge of drowning or arrest, he was
becoming aroused by this remarkable girl.

   Don slid a hand off Jen's perky, perfect ass and caressed it over her
left hand.  He then guided her hand down to his rigid cock and wrapped it
around the the stiff stalk.  She giggled in the midst of the kiss. 
Tentatively, her hand explored the loose flesh covering the shaft and base.

   Leaving her hand to its own devices, he slid his own hand back over her
buttocks and glided his middle finger down the cleft, touching her immature
young vulva from behind.  It was dy and tight, but as he gently stroked and
probed along the slick, almost hairless lips, her natural dewiness seeped
over his finger.

   His exploration was interrupted by a quick rap on the bathroom door,
which then flew open.  "Mr.  W," Marla yelled from the doorway.  "I'm
missing one of my newcomers." She peered through the steam and the frosty
glass walls of his shower.  "And it looks like I found her." She scowled.
"Mr.  W.," she admonished, "I'm not telling you how to run your business,
but this one has been pre-sold as a white veil number, if you catch my
drift.  Now you don't want to disappoint someone, do you?" Don's hand flew
off the springy young ass cheek, as though burned.

   Shit!  "White veil" was their code for virgin.  He looked down at her
smiling face.  "You're a virgin?"

   She grinned up at him?  "Oh, yes.  I'm a pure girl." He glanced
meaningfully down at her hand, which still was grasping his turgid cock. 
She giggled.  "Okay, maybe not that pure.  But I haven't done that, not the
sex.  I am sorry that I did not think to mention it while we were swimming
in cold water hiding from the navy boat."

   "Okay, so you didn't mention it then, but how long do you expect to stay
a virgin when you grab the cock of men you don't even know."

   "I don't grab ...  it ...  of every stranger I meet.  It's just you.  SO
handsome and saving our lives like that.  And no, you won't have to have
sex with me to be happy.  I can make you happy without that." She smiled
and winked.

   "Ohhhhh?"

   "Sure." And she grabbed some more soap and slickened her right hand. 
She then returned it to his stiff rod.  With a knowing grip, Jen began
jacking it up and down.  She leaned her head forward against his chest, and
concentrated on what she was doing, with her eyes fixed on his loins.

   Don grunted appreciatively.  He would have liked to get a blow job from
the beautiful girl, but he could not complain about the firm but enjoyable
stroking.  He found her rapt concentration, shown in her beautiful almost
contorted features, to be quite sensual.  His rod become rock hard, and the
helmet an angry red.  She looked up and smiled, searching his eyes.

   "You enjoy this, yes?" He nodded, yes.

   "Your cum, it will come soon?" Again, he nodded.  "Over my fingers, and
on my tummy, and drip down to my soft pubic hair?" Don groaned at the
sexiness of her soft voice and the nasty request, even if she pronounced
"pubic" as "poo-bic".

   "Tell me, Jen.  Do you like to talk a little...  dirty, sexy?" he asked.

   She laughed.  "Oh, yes.  It's almost like I was doing it, doing it all.
Sometime, maybe soon, we will do it all.  For my first time?"

   Even though it was just days ago that Don had taken the virginity of his
lovely Amy, he grew excited at the idea at being the first to penetrate
this stunning girl with the long, coal black hair.  He didn't answer her
query, but just closed his eyes to concentrate on the pleasure from her
ever-faster jacking.

   He grunted.  "Oh YES.  Keep going..." Jen somehow managed to twist her
elbow to the side so that she could point his cock down into her soft
pubes, its tip probing at the top of her innocent slit.  She yelped as if
struck.  The slickness of his pre-cum and the remnants of soap caused the
cockhead to glide frictionlessly over her young clit.  Her free hand, her
left, jerked down to her own loins, and her spread forefinger and middle
finger straddled her now-hardened clit.  As she jacked his cock, she
stimulated herself with a combination of her rubbing fingers and his
jerking cocktip.

   Soon, faster than he would have expected, she began a keening wail, "Ah,
ah, ah, AH, AH, AHHHHH....  I will cum too!" she cried.  Her face looked up
at him, with both lust and gratitude.

   The stroking and her sexiness broke his resistance.  His own orgasm
suddenly washed over him, He looked down to see his semen jet out of the
end of his phallus and gush onto her sparse black curls covering her clit
and cunt.  Her mouth and eyes flew wide open as though in terror.  Her
fingers collected the jetting fluids ensnared in her pubes and rubbed them
over her clit.

   Then she too exploded in a mind-shattering orgasm, her loins rocking to
and fro over the top of his cock, rubbing the tip and the top of the shaft
against the underside of her own tunnel.  Her lungs gasped for air, and her
head swung and bobbed frantically.  Don propped himself up by holding the
top of the shower stall and watched the beautiful girl's face contort in
ecstacy.  As her orgasm continued, her legs shook and Don feared that they
might give way.  He reached down and circled her waist with his right arm,
supporting her by pressing her to his body, as her tremors slowly subsided.

   The girl's face fell forward onto his chest, as she still tried to draw
in air.  Her fingers remained in her crotch, slowly rubbing at her engorged
clit.

   She looked up, almost shyly.  Impulsively, she kissed up, closed mouth,
like a girl thanking a favorite uncle for a new dollhouse.  "That was so
wonderful!  It's never been, like that, when someone rubbed me.  This, and
you, is all so exciting."

   He kissed her forehead, still holding her.  "I'm glad you like it honey.
But you should be careful.  I'm not sure how much I could take from you,
and not want to ....  Have sex with you."

   She beamed.  "I know what you mean.  I have waited so long, and the men,
those nasty men on the boat, said I have to wait until the people, who buy
me, who I am to be with.  Only then can I let a man...  in there, or my
family will be shamed and will have to give back the money the men gave
them for me, and maybe hurt." She was almost near tears.

   "Well, they're gone, and nothing will happen to your family.  Or you. 
You're very special, and you'll be well taken care of here."

   She looked up again, almost smiling.  Don realized that somehow he was
more accurate than he'd intended.  She somehow was special to him, so
bright and brave and agonizingly, strikingly gorgeous, with her perfect,
porcelain features and her surprisingly ripe young form.

   Don felt a blast of cooler air, signaling the opening of the bathroom
door.

   "Dad?" a voice called.

   "Yes, Amy!" He turned off the shower.

   The young twin opened the shower door and peeked in.  Jen stared at Don
and then girl, caught between shame at being discovered by who obviously
was the man's daughter, and surprised that the girl would boldly open the
door to the shower.

   Amy stared at Jen, seemingly dumbstruck.  Don was surprised; even though
they had been on the boat only a few days, she certainly should be familiar
with the sexual goings-on.

   He caught his voice.  "Amy, this is Jen, one of the new girls we just
picked up."

   Amy glance down at the girl's cum spotted pubic hair.  She couldn't help
but grin.  "You sure did."

   With a boldness that Don would not have expected from the more shy of
his twin twelve-year olds, Amy looked at the Chinese girl accusingly.  "You
are naked here with my father?  And touched each other?"

   Jen nodded cautiously.

   "And you made him cum, all over your ....  hair down there."

   Still wary, Jen nodded again.

   "Hmmmm..." she paused as though in thought, then she grinned.  "Kind of
a waste, huh?" Jen grinned back, with only a little tension.  "Hope you
find a better spot for it to go." With that, the youngster cheerily left
the bathroom.

   Don and the slim Asian girl finished their shower and dried one another
playfully.  Don then swatted her ass gently and sent her on her way back to
Marla and the other girls.  He grinned to himself: as though he didn't have
enough young pussy to keep occupied, he now had another cock-stiffening
beauty attracting his attention.

   Soon enough, the girls were dressed in a variety of T-shirts and short
shorts that Lance had stocked the boat with or that his guests had left
lying around.  Marla and Rudy busied themselves setting the girls up with
quarters on the aft end of the ship.  Don bustled about pretending to
oversee everything, but soon realized that the best help he could offer
would be to stay out of the way.  He made sure that his daughters had
survived the perils of the night intact, giving Kylie an extra-warm kiss in
gratitude for her heroism.  He instructed Rudy to get the boat out of
Australian waters as quickly as he could without arousing suspicion, on the
off chance the Aussie Navy might want to come back and ask more questions.
He then settled in and, for the first night in days, succeeding in getting
a good night's sleep.



   The next morning, Don trundled down to the galley, wondering if the
place would be overrun with the new passengers.  Surprisingly, only Indira
was there, and she silently made him some toast and eggs.  Marla popped her
head into the galley's eating area, giving Don the chance to inquire about
the Chinese girls.

   She snorted.  "Ferchristsakes, haven't you got enough women on your
plate without trying to add to the harem?" Don tried to protest that his
interest was not in the young girls charms, but Marla waved him silent. 
"Save it.  I could see what you had in mind with young Jen.  I've got a job
to do with them to prepare them for their new ...  guardians.  Teach `em
some English, some social customs, how to give a blow job....  and I don't
want to have to unlearn them something they've picked up from you. 
Besides, they're all in a completely new environment and the fewer new
people and customs they have to deal with at the start, the better.  You'll
get your shot at `em soon enough -- in fact, you may be part of the final
exam on some of their lessons..." She grinned at him.  "But for now, I'm
going to try to keep them aft with me.  Understand?" Don saluted in mock
obeisance, and she left.

   Indira's gaze followed him as he headed out of the galley, but he
avoided the temptation to stay and play with her.  He was tired and his
tryst with Jen in the shower tempered his lustfulness.  He complimented her
on the breakfast and headed up to the bridge.

   One primary task lay before Don that he knew was best handled sooner
rather than later.  He knew he would have to get in touch with Marty, his
old rival , to make sure that the man learned directly from Don of his
escape from Australia.  One of Marty's predominant traits -- and perhaps
one of his key contributions to the Lance organization -- was Marty's
paranoia.  If he came to believe that Don was skulking around secretly,
pretending to have died in the blast that killed Lance, he might fear that
Don was planning to come back and challenge Marty for control of the
organization.  So, Don had called some trusted mutual associates, and
arranged for a call with Marty for this morning.  He sat silently in his
chair pondering his best approach.  Finally, an idea sprung into his head,
and flicked on the intercom switch that attached him to Ling's room. 
"Ling, dear, are you there?"

   She apparently was used to being summoned by Lance on a moment's notice.
"Yes, Mr.  Wagner," she replied crisply.

   He resisted the urge to remind her to call him Don.  "Could you come up
to the bridge?  Now?"

   "Okay, where is this bridge?"

   "Top of the ship.  Take the stairs up by the lifeboats."

   Within moments, it seemed, she showed up in a short, thin cotton
nightgown.  He motioned her to sit down on the floor, kneeling next to him.
Then he made his call.

   The satellite connection came through without a problem.  Marty's gruff
growl came on the line.  "Who is this?  What's so important that I've gotta
take some mystery call..."

   "Hello, Marty."

   Silence.  "Don, is that you?  I knew you were too smart to get caught up
in that blast.  What'd you do, plant it yourself?"

   "I'm not saying anything until I know this line isn't being monitored.
I'm sure YOU understand." Marty laughed, well aware of his own reputation
for paranoia.  "I know you have the capability of making sure the line is
secured, so the only question is whether or not you did.  So, in eight
seconds, I'm going to say something about you that's quite incriminating.
If you and I are the only ones listening, you'll stay on the line.  If not,
I assume you'll cut the connection.  Your choice.  Starting now."

   Don slowly tapped his foot eight times.  "Marty, remember the police
chief's wife who was having an affair with one of Lance's people in Perth,
and you were sure that she was getting dope on us and feeding it back to
her husband?  And how you...." Don paused.  "Marty, you still there?"

   Marty's gruff chuckle responded.  "Yeah, I'm here.  You gonna go on with
the tale?  It gets more amusing as time goes on.  Turns out that she wasn't
blabbing to her husband, at all; I almost feel bad that we offed her. 
Fortunately, a little rough justice was done, as she WAS stealing from us.
So, you satisfied now?"

   "Sure.  Okay, as you can tell, I'm alive, I'm on Lance's boat, and I'm
not planning on coming back.  I want to let you know that and make sure
you're okay with that.  You got the organization free and clear, and I can
get word to anyone who might have preferred to see me sitting there in that
chair that you're the unquestioned boss."

   A pause, punctuated with a slight crackle from the satellite feed, was
Don's only response for a few seconds.  Marty then sighed.

   "Don, old buddy, we've been through a lot together.  I can't say that we
like each other, for obvious reasons.  But I'm not a subtle guy and you did
help pull my ass out of a few scrapes when I got overly aggressive.  So, I
owe you enough to be honest with you.  Even setting aside the fact that you
took, as near as we can tell, about $45 million of Lance's money with you
-- which may be a fair price for giving up half the organization when all
is said and done -- and even with some unfinished business with some
important Chinese heavy hitters, I didn't survive in this business this
long leaving some loose threads dangling, and you're dangling all over the
place.  It's hard for me to believe that after all you've invested in this
enterprise that you might not slip back and try to take it back from me.  I
don't have your charm and social skills, and you have a lot more friends
here than I do.  Even with $45 million in your pocket, what's to keep you
from doing that?"

   Don chuckled to himself -- same old paranoid Marty.  He motioned to Ling
and pointed to his zipper.  She rose to her knees, and the girl's
dark-tressed head bowed over his lap.  She began to unbuckle his belt,
casually rubbing his still soft cock as she did so.

   "Let me put it to you this way.  Right now, our mutual friend Ling Mai
is wearing a skimpy nightie and kneeling between my knees, and she's taking
my pants off." He raised his ass as she pulled his pants all the way to his
ankles, then over his feet.  You do remember Ling, don't you?"

   Marty grunted in assent.  Don in fact knew that the brawny Marty had
been fascinated by the tiny Chinese nymphet, following her with his eyes
whenever she stepped into one of Lance's senior staff meetings to serve
refreshments.  Lance, detecting the obsession, had kept Marty in line by
hinting that he would deliver Ling to Marty as a reward for some job well
done, but he had never actually done so, to Marty's torment..

   Ling now scooped up Don's rising cock with her right hand and began
licking at the underside.

   "Well, now she's got her tongue on me.  It's so soft.  She's licking all
over my dick, and now she's working on my balls.  Oh that's good.  Hmmm? 
Okay honey.  Marty, now she wants me to lift my legs up and rest `em on my
desk, cuz her tiny, pointy little tongue is working on the bottom of my
balls and....  Oh, yeah!  She's lapping around my asshole and, yeah, oh
that's nice, she's sticking it right up my ass!  Oh fuck, oh yeah!"

   "Don, you prick, why are you telling me this?"

   "Oh, I'm not done, Marty, let me tell you what else is going on in this
boat.  I've also got Indira with me, and my three daughters.  You've met
the girls, those three blonde beauties.  Well, what kinda set all this off
was Don discovering that I'd had a huge shipment intercepted, and he
kidnapped my daughters as collateral to make sure I'd come up with the
money.  His kinky idea of inspiring me to make sure I'd make the payoff was
to have Kylie blindfolded and suck me off, along with several other guys,
and then he launched an orgy, which included me buttfucking Kyle, taking
the virginity of one of the twins and watch the other lose hers to a German
shepherd.  Now, it turns out that they really like sex, especially with
their old man, and we've been putting it to one another since we got on the
boat." Don paused.  "Yeah, honey, work your way back up to the tip." And,
as asked, Ling's ever-moving tongue serpentined it's way from his rectum,
over his balls, and up his now stiff stalk to his fleshy helmet.  "Now in,
sweetheart." Her impossibly soft, pink, wet lips covered just the head
while her tongue lazily circled around the hole at the tip.

   Just then, Jodi stuck her head in the doorway and saw the scene: her
father reclining on the big leather chair, with the 12-year old Ling
kneeling at his feet gently suckling on his cock.  Her eyes widened in
delight, and she knelt next to the beautiful Ling to get a better vantage.

   Don smiled at her, then rolled his eyes as Ling hollowed her cheeks to
gain suction on his organ.  "In fact, Jodi just came in the door to watch,
or maybe even participate.  Hi, honey."

   "Hi, Daddy," the young blonde chirped, "is Ling giving one of her famous
blow jobs?  Of course she is.  What a dumb question?!  I get kindy
chatterboxy when I feel sexy." She giggled.

   Don smiled and continued into the phone.  "Here's where it gets really
good, Marty.  I'm sure you've heard that Ling doesn't have a gag reflex? 
Well, it's true." Ling took that as her cue and, with her lips tightly
pulling at the man's thick manhood, lowered her head steadily downward,
swallowing up his swollen length.  "She's taken me just about all the way
in now, and she's holding me in her throat, and her big brown eyes are just
staring up at me.  I think she's happy." Ling nodded, then begun slowly
pulling up, only at a third the speed of her descent onto his cock.  "For
me, I think the best part is to back her up against a wall, with her on her
knees and her arms tied behind her or up in the air, and then drive your
cock right into her lips and straight down her throat.  As hard as you want
-- she can't stop you.  That's soooo sweet."

   Don groaned, as Ling's gorgeous young face again took him in, straight
down onto his cock so that only a half-inch of the base was exposed.  "Yeah
you little doll," he groaned, "take me all the way in!"

   "Daddy," Jodi interjected, "she's not really taking you all the way in.
There's still a little outside.  I just don't think she's trying hard
enough.  Maybe I should help."

   Ling glanced out of the corner of her eye at the daughter of the man she
was fellating, wondering what the girl had in mind.  From behind and to the
side, the kneeling Jodie cupped Ling's face in her hands, then drew her
hands up to Ling's temples, and then she slid them back to join them at the
case of Ling's neck.  Adroitly, Jodie gathered the girl's lustrous black
hair in her circled thumb and fingers.  Grasping it as though making a pony
tail, she pulled Ling's head up so that only Don's glistening helmet
remained incased in the warm lips.  Jodie lowered her voice menacingly.  "I
think you can do better, you cock-sucking little slut.  I think you can
swallow him down to his fucking balls."

   Without warning, Jodie jerked her hand down, pushing Ling's head down
into Don's lap.  Barely a quarter inch of the stiff organ stayed outside
her lips.  Don groaned then put the phone receiver down near his lap. 
Jodie repeated the action, pulling up, and then thrusting the girl's head
down onto her father's cock.  This time, with a barely perceptible pause,
the force of her push jammed the cocktip into her throat, and Ling's dark
pink lips were mashed up against Don's crotch.  Jodie mercilessly held the
girl's sweet mouth down for several seconds, until even the talented
Chinese girl gagged slightly, and then pulled back a few inches, with an
audible suctioning sound escaping her throat.  Jodie pushed her back down,
and a similar slurping, gurgling suction emitted from her gullet.

   On the other end of the call, Marty's breath stopped.  There was no
other sound in the world like that of a cock entering a woman's throat and
then tugging its way out wetly.  That is the sound he now was hearing, over
and over again, punctuated by liquid gasps from the orally besieged Ling
and growls from Don's young twin daughter.

   Jodie, seeing that Ling was adjusting to deepthroating her father
without further compulsion from her, glanced down the girl's slim body and
saw that her thin, gauzy nightgown had ridden up over her ass, exposing her
immature, almost hairless loins.  Immature body or not, when Jodie tilted
her head to look back at the pussy of the sucking Asian.  She grinned when
she saw the slick passion dew dripping from Ling's slit.  Jodie pressed two
long-nailed finger's up the slender girl's cunt, and found them even more
soaked.  Ling moaned in pleasure, the sound stifled by the ever pounding
cock in her mouth.  Jodie withdrew and then re-thrust her finger's into
Ling's tight box, and she used the knuckles of her ring finger and
forefinger to further pleasure young Ling.

   Don's passion grew and he barely was able to hold onto the phone
receiver.  His head rolled from side to side, but his eyes remained glued
to the perfect slim features of this special girl from China.  He did not
notice that yet another passer-by had heard the goings on and was looking
in the door.

   Jodie grabbed the phone with her free hand.  Breathlessly, she asked,
"Uncle Marty, is that you?  This is Jodie."

   "Uh, yeah, Jodie.  Is it true, that Ling is ...  putting your Dad's, uh,
in her mouth?" As rough as he was, Marty had no experience in talking with
13-year-old girls about sex and wasn't sure how to broach the subject, even
as it was obvious that she was watching some kind of sex act going on in
front of her.

   "Do you mean, is she giving him a blow job?  Or do you want to know if
I've been doing it too?  The answers are yes, and yes.  And I think he's
about to shoot off, `cuz he's pumping his big old cock straight up into her
mouth so fast she can't even suck much.  God, she's such a slutty little
thing.  I mean, I've got my fingers up her pussy and it's so wet and.... 
oh fuck, she's squeezing onto my fingers and jerking around herself, and,
why, I do believe this little whore is coming, right in the middle of her
blow job.  I must be pretty good at this."

   And, indeed, young Ling was squealing and squirming out her climax onto
Jodie's drenched fingers.  Don barely noticed, so wrapped up was he in the
exquisite vice of the girl's mouth and throat into which he was thrusting.

   What Don DID notice was a dark shape by the door, which he soon realized
was dark hair of his new friend Jen, framing one surprised eye which was
peeking at the assemblage through a crack in the still unlatched door.  He
stared at her, and the fifteen-year old, realizing she had been detected,
nudged the door open and stepped just inside it.  Jen was wearing a white
man's athletic T-shirt, which was bagging so much on her frame that the
sides of her pert pale breasts were visible.  She now leaned against the
door jamb, the knuckle of her right forefinger stuck nervously in her
mouth. Jen's large dark eyes were fixed on Ling's squirming ass as the
younger girl completed her rocking, quivering orgasm on Jodie's fingers.

   Jen then glanced up and noticed how, even in the midst of an
earth-shattering cum, young Ling continued to suck the older man's rigid
cock all the way into her throat.  Subconsciously, Jen pushed her bent
knuckle even further into her mouth.

   Ling's shaking subsided, and Jodie finally withdrew her soaked fingers
from her snatch.  She continued her monologue as the blow job continued. 
"God, Uncle Marty, my hand feels like it's been in a swamp, she's so
fucking wet.  At least it doesn't smell or...", and she stopped and stuck
the soggy digits in her mouth, "taste bad.  I hear older women smell kinda
rank down there, but I don't think anyone would complain about the taste of
a 12-year old.  Amy and I are twelve and Daddy doesn't seem to mind the way
we taste.  Oh, and the slut here obviously doesn't mind the way Daddy
tastes, `cuz she's sure mining for cum the way she's bobbing.  Daddy should
be coming any second and..."

   And, indeed, Don was on the verge of a massive ejaculation, his senses
overwhelmed not only be the sensation of Ling's sweet, under-aged mouth and
immature throat working their magic on his cock, but also by the sight of
pretty Jen biting and sucking on her knuckle and finger, staring into Don's
eyes.  It took little imagination for Don to visualize Jen's own perfect
mouth doing the sucking on his stimulated phallus.

   Jodie continued her report, heedless of the presence of the newcomer. 
"Hey, Uncle Marty, do you think Daddy should shoot off into her mouth, or
should he decorate that smooth perfect skin of hers with a big jiz bath? 
Huh?"

   "Uhhhhhh," Marty croaked, his mouth fry.  "Uh, both," he finally blurted
out.

   "Okie-dokey," she chirped, and then leaned over so that he face was
level with Ling's.  "Ling, honey, the man on the phone says you should take
the first shot of Daddy's cum right in your mouth, and then, pull it out
and take the rest on your face.  You got that?"

   Just as Ling turned to respond, keeping only the tip between her lips,
Don groaned and the first blast of his seed rocketed out between her pursed
lips.  She grabbed the stalk and pulled her lips off an inch or so from the
tip, and then parted her lips slightly just in time to catch the second
volley, lurching onto her lower lip and spurting a line straight up across
her barely parted lips to the side of her nose.  Being familiar with this
request, Ling aimed the cockhead right at her mouth, and then took two
straight explosions directly onto her tongue.  She pumped the big dick with
her slender hand, shaking it so stray drops burst and spread around her
mouth.

   Don's eyes never left Jen's face as his orgasm went on, but the girl
dropped her eyes to watch little Ling accept the gift of his blast of
semen. Her mouth, now dry, opened and her tongue lolled out, as though she
was the one receiving the shooting cum.  Don's imagination worked overtime
as his ropy strands continued to cover Ling's features.

   Jodie resumed her `blow-by-blow' account for the Aussie gangster on the
receiving end of the call.  "Yes!  She did it, one giant shot in her mouth
and the rest all over her slutwhore face.  It's so wet and gross, over her
lips and a bunch in her mouth that's dribbling back out.  God that's nasty,
and she's got the biggest smile on her face.  I don't know if it's `cuz she
came or because she loves taking Daddy's cum in her face and mouth.  I
think it's both."

   Ling straightened up and turned back toward Jodie, noticing for the
first time Jen's presence in the doorway.  She smiled warmly.  Jodie now
twisted her upper body around and noticed her too.  "Pretty exciting, huh?"
she greeted.  Jen, almost embarassed, reluctantly nodded agreement.  Jodie
could hardly take her eyes off the stunning Chinese girl.  To the extent
that Jodie had had time to consider her sexual preferences in the few days
since she'd become first introduced to sex, she had decided that she was
decidedly heterosexual with a willingness to explore on occasion just about
any other manner of coupling that might stimulate her libido and pussy. 
Still, there was something so sexy about the smoldering, high-cheeked
beauty of this girl that Jodie couldn't ignore her altogether.

   After a lingering moment, Jodie turned back around, only to find Ling's
eager face right there.  Before she could react, she found Ling impetuously
kissing her square on the lips, her cum smeared tongue probing inside the
blonde's mouth.  The total effect was to spread her father's sticky goo
onto her pretty blonde features and into her mouth.  Jodie found it sexy to
receive her father's spend that way, and licked her lips to collect more.

   Ling pulled her face back slightly and grinned.  "Thank you for making
me feel so nice, Jodie.  It is so rare that someone makes pleasure for me
while I am sucking a man's penis.  It makes me cum very much.  But now you
have not cum.  Come sit up on the couch with me and I will try to make you
feel very good too.  Come with me to the couch here."

   Ling rose and extended her hand.  Jodie signaled her to wait with an
upraised palm.  Back into the phone, she said, " Uncle Marty, what did you
think of that?" She waited and heard only heavy breathing.  "Why, you're
all out of breath!  Marty, have you been naughty?  Are you jerking off, or
did you already just come in your pants?"

   Don panted, "Just a moment.....  Yeah, you foul-mouthed bitch.  I came
in my pants.  Satisfied?"

   Jodie giggled, "Well, I'm not satisfied yet, but I've got an offer from
a cum-covered slut to get me there, so I'll hand the phone back to Dad. 
Bye!"

   She tossed the phone to her father, grinning happily with his pants
still sitting on the floor and his wilting wet cock stuck to his leg by his
remaining goo.  She rose and followed Ling to the couch.  She sat down and
looked back at the still stunned Jen, and asked her, "Want to join us, or
do you just want to watch some more?"

   Jen looked down, then back into Jodie's blue eyes.  "I maybe will watch
for a bit, if that's okay."

   Jodie nodded.  "Sure, but you need to help.  Ling's face is kinda gooey.
Would you be so kind as to clean it off a little -- with your tongue?"

   Jen looked hesitant.  It was dirty and a little demeaning to do this in
front of the two girls and the man who's sperm she was being invited to lap
off Ling's pretty face.  Yet, this was the man whose rescue of them all and
planted in her such excitement.  She stepped forward, leaned down toward
the shorter girl, and for the first time tasted the tang of a man's gooey
sperm.

   Don chuckled to himself, but his thoughts returned to the need to insure
that the drop off of Jen and her friends at the Cannes Film Festival went
as smoothly as possible.  It occurred to him that the more he could in fact
achieve entree into the upper echelons of the movie industry at the
festival, the less likely it would be that any local gendarmes would harass
him or demand detailed papers documenting the legality of his guardianship
of the girls.

   To start the plan in motion, he put in a call to Phil Bateman's Beverly
Hills office.  After much wrangling with two levels of assistants, who
doubted in very snide terms that Mr.  Bateman would be willing to accept
his call, the successful movie director himself took the call.

   "Don, buddy!  How's it hoppin' down under?  No more fallout from our
last problem, I hope?" Phil seemed wary, but unquestionably friendly.

   "No," Don replied, "we told you that situation was put to rest, and it
has been.  The case is closed and all police records have mysteriously been
misfiled.  I'm calling with a small favor to ask.  You gonna be at the
upcoming Cannes Festival?"

   "Uh, yeah, why?" Phil was wary again.

   "No big thing, but I'm gonna be there with the company yacht, a nice
little 145-foot number, and I thought maybe we could get a chance to see
one another.  I've got my three girls with me, and I think they'd like to
soak up some sun and some celebrity gazing, and quite frankly I was hoping
they might be able to drag onto your coattails to attend one or two of the
more exclusive social functions there.  If it's not too much trouble."

   Phil hesitated.  He clearly was used to such pleas from hangers-on. 
"Well, Don, I can try.  I mean I owe you guys big time and all.  But
understand that the hosts control the guest list and there's only so much I
can do.  Maybe to one of the parties along the beach or something."
Unspoken was the implication that Phil could press the hosts to bring along
his friends, but Don's family wasn't his first choice of folks he was going
to exhaust his goodwill for.

   Don decided he wouldn't let his girls down.  "Oh, I forgot to add the
other part -- to sweeten the deal a little.  I'm not saying that your
little slip-up down here necessarily means your tastes always run towards
women with a little less time on them, but, you won't believe it here.  But
I've got a boatload of 12 to 15-year old beautiful Chinese virgins that
we're delivering to their new, uh...  adoptive parents, not to mention a
pair of hot and very much non-virginal young assistants to Mr.  Lance, and
I think you'll find more than enough to keep you occupied.  It's more than
I can handle, though I'm trying, I'm trying." Don almost giggled.

   "Sounds real nice, Don, but what's the benefit of a group of virgins? 
Assuming I was interested in such young ladies, which I'm not saying I am,
mind you." Don detected a little interest now in the director's voice.

   "I lied, Phil, they're not ALL virgins.  And even those who are to be
delivered intact are even now being trained in certain arts that don't
require the loss of their precious hymens."

   "Hmmm.  You wouldn't be telling tales to your old friend Phil, would
you? Hey, wait a minute.  You said you had your daughters with you!  I
don't care how big your yacht is, you can't have that kind of fucking going
on without them knowing about it.  What gives?"

   Don paused for a second.  He lowered his voice.  "Phil.  You remember my
three lovelies, all blonde and squeaky clean and cuter than anything."

   "Yeaahhhh." Phil drew the word out carefully, not wanting to offend
their father.

   "I'm fucking them too.  In their tight, almost virginal cunts, in their
mouths, and up the asses of two of them.  And hell, they'll suck my cum out
of one another's little gashes when I'm finished.  And Phil, I just know
how they'd love to shower their attention on their handsome, trusted movie
director "Uncle Phil." He turned toward Jodi, who still was sitting on the
couch, nude, her arms around an equally nude Ling.  "Jodie, why don't you
tell Uncle Phil what you were up to just before I called him." He tossed
the cordless receiver to her.

   "Hi, Uncle Phil, how's California." Her cheery voice gave no hint that
she had been engaged in anything out of the ordinary for a young teenager.

   "Well, Jodi, I'm hearing some wild stories from your Dad."

   "Oh, I don't know about `wild'.  Maybe a bit naughty, but I'm just
starting to learn enough to get to wild.  Let's see, what were we doing.  I
walked by the door to Daddy's office and what should I see, but the cutest
little twelve-year old Chinese girl wearing next to nothing on her knees
with Daddy's cock almost all the way down her throat while he was talking
on the telephone to one of his business acquaintances.  I thought she could
use some help, so I grabbed a handful of her long hair and held it at the
base, like making it a ponytail.  Then I pushed her face down even farther
so she swallowed him all up.  She doesn't even gag no matter how deep she
takes a cock, even a big one like Daddy's, so I knew she could do it.  And,
she deserved some sex too, so I stuck the finger on my other hand right up
her tiny cunt.  She was wet but she sure is tight!  By that point, Daddy
wasn't really able to keep up his part of the conversation and she didn't
need my help to deep throat him, so I took the phone and told the guy on
the other end exactly what was going on.  It's sort of like phone sex but
with real sex going on.  You ever had phone sex, Uncle Phil?  I haven't but
now I think I'd like to try it.  Maybe you and I could do it too, huh?  But
anyway, Ling really was sucking him like a slutty old whore and I knew he
was about to shoot -- I mean I've seen that look on his face from close up,
if you know what I mean -- so this guy Marty on the phone and I decide she
should take some of his come in her mouth and the rest on her pretty face.
And Daddy shot off and she did.  " Jodi gasped for a moment as Ling's
tongue swirled around her clit.  Jodi bit her lower lip, then continued. 
"Then the absolutely prettiest Chinese girl you've ever seen -- I mean
she's just supermodel gorgeous even though she's a virgin.  Not that you
can't be pretty and a virgin.  After all I was a virgin just two days ago.
Anyway, she walks by and looks in at all this and she just stares at us and
I think she was all wet and excited.  Then Ling, she's the one who gave
Daddy the blowjob, she has all this cum all over her cute face, but, then
she kissed me for making her feel good and I kissed her back, and now to
really thank me she's sucking me off and she is good and I'm going to give
the phone back to Daddy `cuz I think I'm going to come in just a second."

   The young blonde tossed the receiver to her father and grabbed young
Ling by the ears and yanked her further into her spread loins.  Jodi's
moans were husky and parched.  "Uh, HUH, UH-HUH!!  Go on!  Yesssssss!" And
she flooded the 12-year old girl's face with her sweet spend.

   Don waited for a moment for the noisy exclamation to pass, and then
brought the phone back up to his face.  "Phil, you catch all that?" Don
heard nothing.  He was surprised, as Phil was the quickest-thinking
individual he'd ever seen.  Don had stopped by to see the set of the movie
in which the events that had led to Phil's troubles arose, and he had been
astonished at the director's ability not only to envision the image he
wanted to film on each moment of film but also to direct a myriad group of
actors, extras, prop men, camera men and sound boom handlers to their
proper locations to capture just the right effect, using a steady barrage
of barked commands and pointed fingers.  Silence was unlike him.  "Phil,
you still there?" he repeated.

   A slower, more serious voice responded.  "Don, let me tell you
something. I feel as though I don't have, or need to have any secrets from
you, and I know that you know from your line of work how to keep `em. 
Right?"

   "Of course."

   "Okay.  Let me tell you a little about my family situation.  I've told
you about my daughter Adrian." Don remembered Phil proudly showing him a
picture of a stunning young honey blonde, her narrow but soft features so
perfect Don at first thought that it was one of those photos of a perfectly
featured model that is inserted in wallets and picture frames by their
manufacturers.  There was no question from the way that Phil talked about
her that the fifteen-year-old was at the very least the apple of his eye,
if not the centerpiece of his life.

   "She and I have always been as close as a father and daughter could be
-- I don't mean sexually, but in spirit.  We were like soul mates, telling
jokes and finishing each others' sentences.  Well, when things started to
sour between her Mom and me, and I could tell she was figuring out how to
grab as much of what I'd made from my last several films, and I'd made a
bundle.  It sounds bad, but I was just too busy to deal with my marital
situation and even though Gina, my wife, was getting bitchier and bitchier
around us, if anything it brought Adie and I closer together.  I was gone
often enough that I could tolerate maintaining the fiction of a real
marriage, and it seemed to be better for Adie than going through the trauma
of her parent's divorce.  You with me so far?"

   ""Uh-huh." Don tried to maintain his focus on the conversation, but was
distracted by the site of the two teenage girls cuddling in post-sexual
bliss on the couch.

   "Well, it seemed to drive Gina nuts that Adie and I were getting closer
and closer, but there really wasn't much she could do about it other than
make the occasional snide remark about Adie being my `new girlfriend.' See,
she'd always been real jealous and, hey, I strayed a few times with some
really choice actresses -- ones that no man could have turned down, believe
me -- but all in all I was better than most guys in my position.  Well, one
really hot night I'd looked into Adie's room to make sure she was asleep,
and there she was fast asleep, on the top of her covers, stark naked.  She
was stretched out on her side, all long and sleek.  One leg was bent, and
the other with it's perfect white thighs was bent toward her chest,
burgeoning and impossibly soft.  Her face was the personification of
innocence and grace and hope.  My god, it was like a vision, a painting.  I
just stood and stared; I don't even think it was a sexual attraction.  As
an artist in a visual medium I just knew that I was seeing an absolutely
perfect image, and I was stunned.  I must've stood there for about thirty
seconds, and when I turned around, embarrassed at myself for peeping, I see
that Gina has snuck up behind me and has seen what I'm looking at.  I
figured there would be hell to pay from the bitch, and I tried to mumble
something to the effect, `We've sure produced a perfect young lady."
Surprisingly, rather than chew my ass out, Gina just smiled gleefully, like
she'd caught me at something, and muttered, `Yeah, right, you pervert.'
Then she walked away.

   "Well, after I got back from Australia and got my little debacle
straightened out there, thanks to you guys, my wife gets an anonymous
letter from Down Under.  Obviously that cunt of a mom who'd set me up in
the badger game was so pissed that here scheme had failed that she decided
to stick it to me somehow.  So, she'd tracked me down and sent a letter to
my wife detailing what had gone on -- her version of the story, of course.
When she asked me about it, there wasn't really much I could say.  She'd
known there was some legal wrangle there because I'd taken a few calls from
lawyers at the house, and it isn't much of a defense to infidelity with a
minor to say she'd just appeared like magic in my bed one night when I was
drunk and horny.  A week later, when Adie is off visiting her grandmother,
Gina's lawyer drops by the house, and explains to me -- while Gina stood in
the doorway smirking -- that with this evidence and my clear incestuous
Peeping Tom designs on my daughter they could not only take me for every
thing I've got but could reduce my name to something lower than PeeWee
Herman's in this town.  He yanks out a separation and divorce agreement,
tells me he's got a partner standing by at the courthouse to get a
temporary protective order (to be publicly filed of course) keeping away
from my house and my family, and don't I want to sign the agreement?  So I
sign it, giving up three-fourths of my assets and custody and even
visitation rights to Adie, and then some movers pop into the house five
minutes later and start hauling my things into their truck.  I never get to
even say goodbye to Adie.  I find out she's been shipped to a girls school
in a convent in Switzerland -- ostensibly to protect her from me but in
reality Gina wouldn't want her around whimpering about missing me and
doesn't really care all that much for Adie anyway."

   Don shook his head in dismay, even ignoring Ling and Jodi on the couch.
"Shit, Phil.  That's a real bitch.  I'm so sorry."

   "Well, it keeps me working hard, having to build my finances back up. 
But here's where you come in."

   "Okay, shoot."

   "I don't know if there's anything for sure going on with Adie and me
besides the usual father-daughter bonds.  Hell, 99 percent of the world
would think I'm a criminal just for posing the question.  Thankfully,
you're not one of them.  You see, being able to bed some of the most
beautiful women in the world -- and I'm not just bragging, but that's
simply the way it is when your in my position -- it's harder and harder to
find that special spark, that fantasy that would really excite.  Everything
-- sex, love, beauty, mystery, forbidden relations -- it all comes together
for me thinking about being with Adie.  Still, I'd given up on it; you just
don't sneak up on the idea of getting your daughter to sleep with you."

   Don nodded.  "Tell me about it.  It took a rape, or at least near rape,
of my daughters to make it happen.  Turns out that they flat out loved it."

   "Hmmm, sounds like a story I'd like to hear sometime.  But here's my
thought.  I was planning on trying to sneak her out of her school to be
able to see her, though I hadn't figured out where we'd rendezvous.  Your
boat may be the answer, to a lot of questions."

   "What kind of questions, Phil?"

   "I haven't thought it through yet -- where to take her when I get her
out -- but I will.  All I know is that my best shot at getting something
going ....  oh, hell, at having sex...  with my daughter is to throw her
into an environment where other girls her age or younger have sex with
their fathers and like it.  If I've got any skills in my line of work at
all, I should be able to concoct a scenario that'll strip away her
inhibitions.  That's assuming that she's interested...  whether she's even
given any thought to me, uh, that way."

   "Sounds like a week on our ship for the two of you might be just what
you're looking for.  I'm sure after another 10 weeks of me being the only
available male on the ship, the womenfolk here will be crawling all over
you, though.  Adie may have to stand in line."

   "All the better, Don.  Maybe that way I can be both forbidden fruit to
her and the object of other women's attention.  Maybe pique her interest
that way."

   "So you'll accept our offer?  Say for the week leading up to Cannes, on
the high seas of the Mediterranean?"

   Phil didn't pause.  "Yeah, I'll be there, and unless something goes very
wrong, I'll have Adie with me as well.  And Don?"

   "Yeah?"

   "If you pull this off, I'm not only going to get you into the hot party
at Cannes, I'm going to throw you the biggest damn bash the place has ever
seen.  Hell, I may buy you the whole town.  It means that much to me."

   "We've got ten weeks to plan it, Phil, if I survive being the only
available male on the ship that long."

   Little did Don realize that the biggest threat to his survival during
that period would NOT come from overindulgence in sex......

   Copyright (C) 1999, Trane.  ALL Rights Reserved

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   This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and
incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons,
living or dead, is entirely coincidental. =====================

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