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Amber the Dark-Haired Beauty
by Obmuj (address withheld)
Edited by Vzenx
***
A sexual outpouring from a man who is wealthy and is
going to marry Amber, the 18 year old daughter of his
boss, after only just meeting the girl. (MM/F-teen,
inc, voy, rom)
***
She was seated directly across the table from him, he
assumed, next to her boyfriend. She had a vibrant
voice, impeccable manners, and her body movements
seemed to be fluid as she synchronized her movements
with her speech. His hostess, Denise Morgan, introduced
him saying, 'This is Mr. Paul Henderson, and Paul, this
is Miss Amber Lynda Morgan, my lovely daughter.' Then
she burst into robust laughter and added, "You're aware
her father is chairman of the board of the bank where
you are employed."
Her eyes, yes, it was her eyes. They were dark brown in
color, but appeared to have a tint of orange in them.
He wondered why they seemed to be so full of life. Her
hair was pitch black adding to her apparent radiant
gleam and vivaciousness. He could not believe how
exceptionally attractive this young lady was. He tried
not to gaze at her so intently, it's impolite to stare.
He tried to concentrate upon Denise but he was
constantly staring at the exceptionally attractive
girl.
At first Paul was unable to determine what it was that
added to the allure of the female that had suddenly
made him feel like a teenage boy, instead of the 34-
year-old chief executive financial officer for the
leading bank in the state. He realized the dress she
was wearing was the most attractive yellow he had ever
seen. It seemed to be silk, yet there was no sheen, the
thing that sets off silk from other fabrics. In
addition, it was low cut emphasizing the roundness and
fullness of her breasts. Paul could picture in his
mind, the light shade of tan that most assuredly
colored her nipples and areolas. She was so poised that
he was convinced she was at least twenty one, later he
found out she was only eighteen.
During dinner, she noted his lusty looks when he was
speaking to the other guests. She would smile when it
was appropriate to do so, and occasionally added a few
sentences to the conversation. Most of the time
however, she nodded and smiled as decorum dictated.
Paul, brimming with self importance, believed she was
looking directly at him and he took her smiles to be a
sign of encouragement.
Looking around the table, Paul observed the other men
were also watching the charming daughter of their host
and or employer. After dinner, the guests were escorted
into the library, with walnut wood covering the walls,
and ceiling.
Mingling with the other guests, Paul found himself
face-to-face with the lovely daughter of his host, and
as she smiled, he wanted to pull her into his arms and
take her to bed. This female, was in the opinion of the
men in the room, the epitome of womanhood. Paul
convinced himself a fling with her would be the
ultimate conquest.
Finally near the end of the evening, they were able to
speak quietly to each other. Amber told him, "Paul, I
saw you watching me all evening. I so wish I could have
been seated next to you. I understand you are thirty
four. I must tell you, I'm only eighteen. If you wish,
I will call you at your office tomorrow. Just don't
tell my father. I understand you are not like other
men. I want to find out for myself who you are. Do not
try to call me! I will call you. Deal?'
'Are your eyes real, or are you wearing contacts?'
responded Paul as he looked into her eyes. 'They are
fantastic, so alluring!'
Taking Paul's arm in her own, Amber said softly, "Let's
find a place where we can escape these mad humans, who
only want to sample Daddy's expensive wine." Leading
him from the party she said, "Let me show you Daddy's
wine cellar." Off they went down into the bowels of the
mansion.
As they walked into the basement, Amber informed him,
"My eyes are real, and my Daddy says I'm beautiful as
the result of inner breeding, or as he says in private,
our incestuous families have bred to long together."
Smiling at her own humor, she looked at Paul, 'My Dad
swears my mother got pregnant by her father, and hell,
that may be true." With a mischievous smile, she
continued, "Daddy says my mother's grandpa got his
sister pregnant, and that would be mom's mother."
Once they entered the wine cellar, Paul could not
believe how many full racks there were. Not only
bottles but four large casks labeled as coming directly
from French vineyards. As he was staring at the stock,
Amber turned and locked the door. Paul was somewhat
surprised she had a key to the cellar.
"Accordingly to Daddy, any man who sticks his thing in
me before my wedding day, he will de-nut. So, if you
want me, you will need to marry me. Does that meet with
your approval or are you willing to take a chance?'
'Your father always says there is to be no underwear
left around a desk. He also says we are to keep our
noses out of the business of others.'
"Really, Paul, my father says those things?"
"Yes, he will come up with strange quotes during bank
meetings. It is easy to see where you got your sense of
humor." Paul said, with a smile on his face.
"Obviously you didn't believe me about my ancestors. I
swear my father has told this story many times; when I
ask mother about my grandparents, she informs me they
are all dead."
"Amber, are you trying to shock me' Your family has
produced attractive women. By far you are the most
attractive of all."
"Paul, if you really want to help me, hire a private
detective and find out exactly who my ancestors are. I
would like to know the truth. If I tried to uncover the
past Daddy would find out, he always does find out what
I do, he would punish me severely. Please check out my
ancestors. That can be your wedding present to me from
you.
"Now, are you saying you and I are getting married?'
asked Paul with a certain incredulous air. 'You are
truly lovely and I would certainly not turn you down.
But that is not the way I want to ask you.'
As they were approaching the door of the wine cellar,
Amber reached out and turned the light switch off,
placed her finger over his lips to silence him In a
moment's time, Paul she had pulled down his zipper,
fished out his penis, gotten down on her knees and
begun to suck him. He was shocked. His cock responded
to the warm and wet contact of Amber's mouth. Her
active tongue soon licked him to full erection and she
sucked greedily while he held on to her head. Soon he
was shooting his white hot seed into her mouth.
She didn't swallow it but held the full load in her
mouth until he finished. When he was through she got
up, and kissed him forcing his lips apart. She filled
his mouth with the semen she had retained. Then after
they shared the cum and swallowed, she whispered in his
ear, "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did. When we
are married there will be more."
They went back to the party, and for nearly an hour,
Amber stayed away from him. She waited for over an hour
before approaching him again. Finally she got close
enough to ask, "Paul, walk outside with me. I'm getting
tired of being around Daddy's friends and co-workers."
As she spoke, she walked from the room, through a door
almost hidden beside the picture windows. They walked
toward a pool house. It was as large as some people's
homes. Once inside the house, she stood on tip toes and
kissed him. It is was a deep soul kiss. Their tongues
danced together. Finally after what seemed to be hours,
she broke the kiss.
Unable to determine what Amber was doing, Paul knew
that he would assuredly be fired if his employer saw
him with his daughter. This time they weren't in the
dark wine cellar. While Amber was kissing him, Paul
relaxed enough to enjoy her lips on his own.
Without understanding why, he felt her reach down and
grab his slightly hard erection. When Amber unzipped
his trousers, Paul became frightened. He asked, "Why
are you doing this' Is this your way to have me fired'
At the least the wine cellar was dark?"
"Paul, my father makes my life miserable and controls
my dates, even when I go out alone with a boy." Amber
was gripping his cock in her soft hand, as she spoke.
"Tomorrow, when I call you, I want to meet you after
work."
"Your father will kill me, or at the least, I will be
fired!"
"No, Daddy told me you would be the perfect son-in-law,
and he may be right about something for the first time
in my life." Wrapping her arms around Paul's neck,
Amber's lips were once more kissing Paul's. It was a
soft and gentle kiss, with the promise of more to come.
Reaching down once more, Amber gave his cock another
tight squeeze. She moved away from the confused man,
and left him standing in the pool house with a ragging
hard-on sticking out of his trousers. Looking around in
the semi-darkness Paul saw a door with a sign that
read, "MALE CREW MEMBERS." Entering the door, Paul
found he was in a bathroom as large as the living room
in his home.
He reached down, grasped his erection, and commenced
masturbating. In less than a minute, out blasted a
thick eruption of cum. He was amazed at the amount
spewing forth as he had been sucked off only a short
time ago.
After washing his hands and wiping off his cock with a
towel from off the wall rack, Paul zipped up his pants,
and walked back into the overly large party room of the
pool house. He stopped as he heard a man and woman's
voice, and listened as they spoke about the man having
his first sexual experience. Within a few minutes the
couple was in the throes of copulation. He heard the
woman say, "Gill, you're so hard and big! Oh! Oh! Don't
shove into me so hard! God you are ripping me open!"
Paul had no doubt who the woman was, the voice belonged
to Denise Morgan, Amber's mother. The man, Gill, had
been seated next to Amber at dinner. Paul moved quietly
across the room so he could see the two of them
clearly. They were on a large leather sofa in the
middle of the pool house.
"Gill, give it to me! Do it hard now! YES! Fuck me like
a mad man. MY GOD, GILL, I HAVEN'T BEEN FUCKED FOR OVER
A YEAR, FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER! GILL, I GOING
OFF! OH MY GOD ITS BEEN SO LONG! FUCK ME! GIVE ME YOUR
COCK! OH, YEAHHH! YEAH! GILL, I LOVE IT! YOUR FUCKING
ME BEAUTIFULLY! GILL, IT IS SO GOODDDDD!"
After her orgasm, Denise asked Gill, "Promise you won't
do it with my daughter, I want you for my own." Paul
listened as Denise Morgan asked the youthful boy, "Have
you done anything with Amber, oh hell, Gill, you're so
fucking hard and deep in my pussy, tell me have you
done anything with my daughter?"
"No way would I even touch her, Denise, your husband,
told me if I touched his daughter, he would cut my
balls off. Honest, Denise I haven't even copped a
feel."
"Gill, you can fuck me every day of the week. Don't do
my daughter! I will give you all the pussy you could
want. Tell me you want me! Not just tonight but every
night!
"Denise, your cunt is tight, wet and hot inside.
Yeahhhh, damn, I'm going to come, NOW!" the teenage boy
cried out as he emptied his massive load of cum in her.
It was truly his first time that he really fucked a
woman and he thoroughly enjoyed it. It didn't matter if
she was his mother's age.
Standing no more than couple of feet from the couple
who had just gotten off, Paul watched the shapely legs
of his hostess, waving around in the air as she was
being fucked by the teen boy, man.
At one point Paul watched, as Denise grabbed her ankles
and pulled her feet back as far as she could splitting
her hips wide apart. It made him wonder how she could
stand the pain. She was stretched over Gill's body and
hers was at least a foot off the sofa. In short Gill
was riding her and she was riding air. Pumping him as
hard as he pumped her.
Gill lay between the legs of his hostess, trying to
recuperate when Denise suddenly decided it was over.
"Get off me, I feel your cum running out of my pussy.
Oh hell, I hope it doesn't get on my dress. Get off me,
I have to clean up. You really filled me up. Hell you
must shot a pint of cum up my pussy."
Gill moved from between Denise's thighs. The moonlight
now shining through the windows provided sufficient
illumination to show off the thick cream that was
dripping from the freshly fucked cunt. Paul was
surprised at the amount of thick male fluid flowing
easily out of the clenched tight pussy. 'Hairless,
tight, no wonder he was able to cum so quickly thought
Paul. Some day I would like to find out how she would
respond to a real man.
Standing quickly, Denise pulled her dress up and off
her body. Paul could see she had perfect legs,
wonderfully shaped. The hair covering her sex was dark.
At first he thought she was hairless, now he realized
the lack of illumination made it appear earlier she was
hairless. In fact she had so much of it he didn't think
she trimmed any at all. Then he realized she had indeed
a bare pussy. She did indeed keep her labia bare.
Bikini trim he thought to himself. "Grab a towel for
me, hurry! Your cum is running down my legs! Shit! Some
got on my dress!' Now her tone changed reflecting a
fright, "GILL, OH SHIT!"
"Hurry! Damn it, I feel like a gushing fountain! Your
load is flowing out of me, down my thighs and all the
way to my feet! Damn! You must have unloaded a ton of
cum!' Paul watched as the woman carried the dress to
the bathroom, as she was impatient with her lover in
bringing her a wash cloth.
The view of the naked and he guessed, 40-something
woman walking into the bright lights of the bathroom,
gave him an ideal view of her flawless body. Shit, I'd
like a piece of that action myself. She isn't only
attractive, but Denise is an older version of her
daughter, marrying Amber could certainly have benefits.
Paul moved silently, cautiously to the door. He needed
to escape before he was caught. He did not want to be
accused of spying on the couple. He got out and was
back at the party within minutes. He grabbed a
cocktail, and began to mingle. His boss cornered him,
and began to hold him in conversation. He maneuvered
him away from the french doors as soon as he saw Denise
approach them. He watched her enter followed almost
immediately by Gill. He was sure Mr. Morgan did not see
either one of them enter the room.
Paul watched as Denise walked across the floor. She was
trying to go to the staircase, when her husband spotted
her. He stopped her and went to speak with her. She
ever the cool lady of society, turned and kissed her
husband on his cheek, whispered something in his ear,
and steered him toward the guests. He never saw the
large cum stain on the back of her dress.
As Harley J Morgan moved across the floor, his eye
landed on Gill. His daughter's boyfriend. He was sure
he hadn't seen him a few minutes ago. He began to work
his way over to Gill. Meantime, Paul was watching
Denise go up the stairs through the large mirror on the
opposite wall. He found the nearly six inch stain on
the back of her dress right where her butt was pressed
against the garment. In fact he could almost see the
crease of her legs where the thigh met the buttocks. He
was sure she was bare.
Paul watched as Harley J Morgan made a turn, and sidled
up to Gill. Next moment there was an accident. Harley
had bumped into him. Gill screamed as he felt the man's
knee strike him in the groin. Then as Gill folded to
the ground, old man Morgan promptly knelt beside him.
He appeared to be offering him an apology. But Paul in
the heat of the moment got close enough to hear what
Mr. Morgan said to the young man. "The next time, I
hear of you fucking one of my family members, I will
cut your nuts off, now get the fuck out of my house."
Even though he had observed Denise and Gill fucking in
the pool house, Paul had not seen Harley in the room,
and mistakenly believed his employer must have been
looking through a window.
Helping the young boy to his feet, "Old Harley"
assisted him to the door, all the time pretending to
offer his apology; finally Gill was out the door.
Paul watched as Denise came back down the stairs,
wearing a dark red dress that reached to her shoes.
Just as Denise reached the last step, Harley greeted
his wife, and taking her arm eased her around to the
side of the wide stairway. Paul saw Harley reach out
and grabbed the crotch of his wife's gown. There could
be no doubt the cuckold husband had gripped a handful
of his wife's thick muff, and was pulling it as hard as
possible, and Harley smiled the total time.
"For god's sake, let go! You're pulling my hair out!
Stop!" Trying to look like she was smiling, she asked,
"Harley, what is wrong with you?" Denise tried to
pretend she did not know why her husband was so rough
with her. Had Denise seen Gill receive the knee between
his legs, she would certainly have realized she was
likely to have more problems later.
Paul could hear the soft words Harley J Morgan spoke,
while still pulling his wife's pubes, "You fucked that
son-of-a-bitch! You fucked, Gill. Your cunt smells like
a whore's! You will pay for this later! Go back up
stairs and stay there! I don't want you down here
again!' Before turning to walk away from his wife, Paul
watched as Harley J Morgan made a quick yank on his
wife's pussy rug.
He pulled hard enough that she fell to the floor
screaming in pain. Harley bent over her and in faux
comfort spoke loudly for all to hear, "Honey, did you
trip on my shoe, I'm so sorry. Perhaps you should go
lie down, I'll take care of the guests, you just rest,
Sweetheart." Harley kissed his wife while picking her
up from the floor.
Watching the attractive hostess, Denise, walk up the
stairs, Paul determined he wanted to get the hell out
of this house, and after other 10-minutes, bid his host
goodnight. As he walked to his car, he was stopped in
the drive by Amber. She was standing behind a tree.
She pulled him to her and hugged him tightly. Once more
her tongue found his and danced with it. Paul sensing
her heat, reached under dress and grabbed a feel of the
young twat. He felt her garter, then as she opened her
legs he discovered the lack of panties. Her pubic hair
was as fine and soft as the hair on a new born baby.
"Paul, be the first man to touch me intimately, let me
feel your finger in me! Please, I'm so frustrated! Make
me cum!"
"Hell, she's soaking wet," Paul said to himself. Slowly
he eased his finger inside the wet opening between
Amber's legs. He discovered her maiden head was intact.
"Your sex is perfect, you know that don't you, Amber?"
"I have no way of knowing. Honestly Paul you are the
first person to touch me in such an intimate way, and
it feels wonderful, but you kind of hurt me when you
pushed your finger in deep."
"I didn't mean to cause you pain, but I touched your
hymen. I apologize for causing you any discomfort."
Paul whispered to the pretty teenager. Slowly Paul
moved his finger in the edge of her parted and gripping
labia, and rubbed his thumb tip against her hardened
clitoris, and felt her body shudder. Knowing he had
likely brought her to climax in only a few seconds,
Paul asked Amber, "Did you enjoy my getting you off?"
Yes, that was my very first time; you're a kind lover,
Paul." Then Amber hugged Paul and told him, "Tomorrow
lover, I will call you. Don't disappoint me." Amber
whispered, "Goodnight my lover," as she turned and
walked back into the large home. Paul watched the sway
of her hips, as she moved away from him; he walked the
rest of the way to his car.
Walking into his bedroom, Paul removed his tux, laid it
across the chair, so his maid would know to have it
cleaned when she arrived for work the next day. No
wonder everyone tells me that Harley J Morgan is such
an asshole. He busted a kid's nuts, and pulled his
wife's pussy hair as hard, he jerked her off her feet.
He is one cruel man, and now his daughter is coming
onto me, what gives with this family' Paul spoke out
loud to himself, "Hell, Amber is a virgin, and I felt
her cherry when I pushed my finger up inside her and
pressed my finger against her membrane."
The next morning Paul received a call from Amber at
10:00 o'clock, Her sweet voice was something to hear.
"Paul, Darling, I'm coming in to lunch with Daddy. I
want you to join us." Trying to determine how to reply
to Amber's comment, he listened as she asked him, "Did
you find my present in your coat pocket?" Then Paul
heard the sound of a kiss, and then the click as Amber
had hung up the phone.
What did she put in my pocket, hell, I left my tux out
to be sent to the cleaners. Calling his home, he waited
for his maid, Jean to answer his phone, and when she
said, "Hello, Henderson residence, may I help you?"
"Jean Ann, this is Paul, Paul Henderson, and have you
sent my tux to the cleaners?"
Paul hears a slight hesitation to the word, "Yes," and
then he imagined a chuckle could be heard in his maid's
voice. "Did you not want them sent?"
"No, that is fine. But... did you... did you find
anything in my coat pocket?"
"Mr. Henderson, evidently someone played a joke on you,
as there was a pair of ladies panties there. I-I took
them out, sir, and placed them on your dresser, was
that alright?"
"Yes, Jean fine. I was just told someone had played a
practical joke on me. I was checking to see if it was
true, thank you." Listening to the humor in Jean Ann's
voice, Paul asked, "Aren't you curious as to why some
ladies undies were in my coat pocket?"
"Mr. Henderson, I'm afraid of the answer, and if you
want me to know you will tell me as you normally share
so much with me.
"Jean Ann, one of these weekends, I'm going to have to
take you once more on a three-day weekend jaunt, to
thank you for being such a great employee."
"Mr. Henderson," the maid, laughing asked, "I know the
weekend would be enjoyable, as was the other one, but
do you think because I'm only nineteen, that I don't
understand your offer, "For once more?"
"Now what could an old man like me find enjoyable being
with a young lady, who could be my daughter, and who,
at my age, would likely suffer a heart attack if things
were like you were insinuating, then again, sounds like
a great way to leave this planet."
"You aren't old, and we both know that. Have you
forgotten my forgetting you were off one day when I
came to clean your home, and I walked in to find you
asleep on the sofa in the living room. You were not
only nude, but extremely excited, you horny man?"
Chuckling, she added, "And don't forget, you gave me
reasons to know better when we had the 'overtime
weekend'. That was wonderful! Really, it was. Thank
you, Mr. Henderson."
"Jean Ann, perhaps I should have a live in maid."
"My dear boss, I just might take you up on your offer
one of these days, just for a night or weekend, as you
know I'm not getting married and spring break could be
a fun time."
"Let me know when your available for overtime again,
Jean Ann."
"I just might do overtime sooner than later, you BBB."
"Now what is BBB, Jean Ann?"
"Big-Bad-Boss, she laughed. 'Your so kind to me. Thank
you for the money for the down payment of the car.
Without your help, I couldn't have afforded it."
"That was your bonus for being prompt for the past
year, and not failing to have the house spotless. You
earned it. I did not give it to you.'
Paul hung up the phone and remembered how he had come
to get Jean Ann. She had been dating a boy who was only
interested in getting the young girl into his bed. He
really did not have any idea how attractive and how
neat she was. His name was Dave. He finally asked Jean
Ann to marry him and offered her an engagement ring.
She then had on a couple of occasions slept with him.
Then without much explanation he broke off the
engagement. She never saw him again.
Shortly after that she had gone to work for Paul trying
to get enough money to go to college. One day she and
Paul were talking and she told him the entire sordid
tale. Paul told her to forget what happened. He offered
to send her to the community college as long as she
cleaned his house and cooked dinner for him. In fact he
told her, 'If you desire to attend college, I'll pay
your expenses. You can work for me around your
educational schedule. However, there can be no other
men in your life.'
Two weeks after that conversation, Jean Ann was waiting
for him when he got home on Saturday after playing
golf. "Hello, Mr. Thompson, I hope these party trays
are what you wanted for this evening. The other items I
have already placed in the fridge. I have my maid's
black dress and grey apron you asked me to purchase. I
can change without leaving."
"That's nice, and thanks for filling in for the party,
but I thought you would enjoy the extra money, instead
of hiring someone for tonight, and besides, you know
the house."
The party was a mixed group of friends and employees
from the bank. Paul was impressed with how Jean Ann had
kept the food served, passed around the champagne and
wine. After the party, Paul was setting at the bar in
his combined office and library. Jean Ann had came into
the room. It was about two am she told him put the left
over food away, washed the dishes, and cleaned the
kitchen.
"Hop up here and let me treat you to a glass of
champagne, Jean Ann"
"Thank you, Mr. Henderson, and I must tell you I've
never tasted champagne before, but that sounds like
fun."
For the next half hour, they spoke about the party, how
school was coming along for her, and after drinking her
second glass of champagne, Jean Ann told Paul, "I feel
like my head is spinning. I feel woozy."
"Jean Ann, it would be better if you didn't drive home.
You can sleep in the guest room, at the end of the
hallway upstairs."
"Mr. Henderson, I know you didn't plan this to happen.
Its Friday night, and with Monday being a holiday, you
have three days off, and would you like to take me away
for the weekend?"
"Jean Ann, that is something that would be wonderful,
but do you realize what you are saying and offering
me?"
"Do you think I'm bad, Mr. Thompson. I'm sorry for
being so bold." and as she spoke, Jean Ann commenced
crying. She put her head down on the bar. Paul got off
the barstool and took the girl in his arms. She was
sobbing and shaking almost uncontrollably. 'I am
honored that you are offering yourself. Why are you
crying now?'
'You think I am a bad girl? You think I am not worthy
of you.' she sobbed.
For the next half hour, they spoke of what Jean Ann had
offered him. Finally Paul had to take her in his arms
and carry her up the stairs. At first he headed for the
guest room but she begged him to take her to his room.
'I want to be with you. I want you to keep me in your
arms. Even if we don't go all the way I need you to
hold me. Please just hold me.'
Paul put her on his bed and slowly removed her
clothing. He could not believe how really perfect she
was. She was about medium height, likely weighed as
much as a soaking wet cat, perfect breasts, small
nipples, light pink areolas, and a light growth of hair
around her secret place between her perfectly formed
legs. 'Paul, if you want I will sleep with you tonight,
and then I can leave in the morning. I want you to be
my first. I want you to take my cherry.' While she was
speaking and he was undressing her he removed the bed
covers and put her in it. Then he began to undress.
"That is so pretty, and looks so manly." Jean Ann said,
while looking at the stiff penis that was stuck outward
from Paul's groin.
Jean Ann was still sobbing and crying her body was
wracked with the unmistakable shaking that goes with
heavy tears. He reached over turned out the light and
held the naked girl in his arms. He finally was able to
calm her enough to ask her why she was so upset.
Instead of answering him, she opened her legs. She
tried to capture his erection and to take it into her.
To his amazement, Paul felt Jean Ann open her thighs,
and capture his erection between them. When the tip of
his cock head touched her virgin sex, Paul shuddered as
the heat from her body was evident against the blunt
head of his manhood.
"Jean Ann, I won't make love to you tonight, but in the
morning, if you still want, I will book us a flight to
some place where we can be alone and enjoy the weekend.
"Paul, thank you. I like feeling your hardness against
me. Yours is the first male organ I've ever seen or
felt. I'll do whatever you desire. I will be yours
forever."
"Jean Ann, lets sleep now. I'll wake you around six in
the morning. We can get up and leave for the weekend,
or you can go home, the decision will be yours."
"Thank you ~ good night Paul ~ hold me like this all
night."
"Good night, Jean Ann," and as he spoke, Paul lightly
kissed her offered lips.
The next morning when Paul awoke, he was still erect,
and his cock head was completely wedged between the
tight grips of Jean Ann's labia. Paul realized that
with only a slight effort, he would complete the entry
of his erection into her teenage virgin sheath. Paul
pressed forward enough for Jean Ann to feel what a male
member would feel like if he entered her fully.
Lovingly Paul kissed the soft skin of Jean Ann's
exposed neck, where her shoulder length hair had fallen
away to reveal the smoothness of her neck. His lips
moved down to the slope of her pointed breasts.
Paul felt Jean Ann' body stirring as his lips kissed
their way down her never before caressed breast until
they found the extremely small nipple. Paul's lips
parted, and his tongue massaged the tiny pink bud.
Never had Paul felt such delight in suckling a female
breast. He felt how his actions caused Jean Ann to
press her breast against his lips.
Jean Ann awoke fully to her first stimulation of a
man's mouth on her breasts. "What... oh Paul, I ~ that
feels so wonderful, I feel so..." Immediately upon
being fully awake, Jean Ann felt the blunt and thick
head of the male member nestled between the lips of her
sex, but didn't become alarmed. Without thinking, she
held him, pulling him to her. He was pressing at her
entrance and she was responding.
"Paul, yes... take me... Don't make me wait! We can
leave later..."
"No, Jean Ann, I want to make it not only wonderful for
you, but to be someplace memorable, for both of us." He
got up leaving the girl frustrated and breathless.
Paul called the airline he normally flew, got
reservations for the first flight out and said, 'We
have three hours to be dressed, and at the airport.
They showered together. Then he packed his bag.
Actually she packed his bag and then dressed in the
only clothes she had with her. They were the ones she
had worn when she came into work the previous day.
"Paul, are we going to go by my place so I can pack'
This is all I have with me."
"No, we will go shopping when we get to our
destination. Don't worry about clothes, cosmetics, or
anything. Leave it all to me.'
He found out she had never flown or been out of town.
On the way to the airport she asked, 'where are we
going?'
'I have reservations in Chicago. I thought I would take
you to the Grand Hotel, a special restaurant I know,
and then dancing.'
On the plane she sat by a window and watched as the
plane took off. In the air she held on to his arm
tightly. She did not know what to expect.
'Yawn, that relieves the pressure on your ears.' He
spoke. She hardly heard as she was totally awe struck
with the view. The flight ended way to quickly. They
got the bag, hailed a cab and were whisked to the
hotel. Once they checked in Paul took her shopping.
They went to all the right stores. Bloomingdales, Saks,
Wannamakers, and several others. He watched as she
tried on the clothes he picked out.
He made her show each one to her and approved of five
of them. Then he took her to Victoria's Secret. He
picked out some lingerie for her. She thought it was a
bit bold. She argued with him. 'Its not me. Its too
naughty!'
'We will let the clerk decide.' he said to her. Then he
got a clerk. 'I want you to go into the dressing room
with her while she puts on these things. If you say
they are not attractive then I will find something
else. The clerk, a young girl, said, 'My dear, you go
in to the dressing room. I sense you do not want to
wear what your man has picked out. I will find
something I know you can be happy in.'
Turning to Paul, she added, 'Your lady friend, has very
good taste. I think I will be able to help her. Please
just relax and make your self comfortable this could be
awhile.'
She went off while Jean Ann entered the small room and
stripped down. The clerk returned and entered the room.
'Your gorgeous!' she whispered. 'I think these are
exactly what you want. They come in black, white, pink,
and blue.' Jean Ann blushed as she tried on the
matching bra and panties.
'The bra is perfect! I have never worn a thong. Its a
bit uncomfortable.'
'You will get used to it. The neat thing is there is no
panty line. You can wear a sheer garment and no one
will know whether you have or do not have panties on.'
At that they both laughed.
'I want to do the right thing.' said Jean Ann. 'He is
making this special for me so I need to be right for
him.'
'You are. This is exactly right.' said the clerk. Jean
Ann got changed and the clerk suggested one set of each
color. She agreed saying she was not sure what she
would be wearing. She asked if she could return the
items not worn. The clerk explained that in Illinois it
was against the law to return under garments.
Jean Ann got five new dresses, and an evening gown. She
and Paul returned to the hotel and went straight to
their room. While Paul showered, Jean Ann got dressed
for dinner. Paul told her to wear the dress with the
low cut back and built in bra. She was to be strapless
tonight. Jean Ann remembering the clerk's advice put on
the thong. She was sure it would show in back but the
lone strap did not go that high. When she looked in the
mirror; she saw there was no panty line. All that was
left was to put on her face and her jewelry.
She was ready to go when Paul got out of the shower.
She was no longer a teenager and a girl. No, he saw the
most beautiful woman. A goddess! He dressed quickly and
they went down to dinner.
"Your truly attractive and beautiful Jean Ann and I
must say you've already given me more than I can
imagine."
"You must not think ill of me, but Paul, I'm anxious
for the evening to get here, and you make me a woman in
the fullest extent." Jean Ann stopped about two feet in
front of him. She pulled her dress up her leg until it
reached her waist, then asked, "Like my stockings?"
"Hell yes!" Then he added, 'Your gorgeous! She made
sure he did not see her cleft. She dropped her dress
and Paul looked at her rear trying to see if she had
panties on. Jean Ann caught him as he stared and said,
'You will not know until later.' then she laughed.
"You are a very mischievous man, but use your
imagination as to what I have under my dress, besides;
you turned me down this morning, so I might never offer
you my body again."
"Never, I can't stand to live that long, perhaps we
should turn the clock back and start the day over,
please Jean Ann, give me one more chance to redeem
myself?"
"Only if you promise to be on your best behavior the
rest of the night. Kiss me once an hour. I might, I
just might let you have at least a glimpse of something
I have, and I must be honest, I am excited at the
prospect."
Their dinner was in Jean Ann's words, fabulous. After
dinner he took her sight seeing. They went to the Sears
Tower. There, on the observation deck, Paul took
several photos of Jean Ann. Another couple offered to
take both of them together. Paul agreed and the couple
took several more pictures of them.
Then they went several other places, before he took her
to the last stop of the evening, a dance, cruise, along
the waterfront of Lake Michigan. While dancing he told
her of his love for her. His desires, ambitions, and
life. It was all very mundane. She nestled in his arms
as he led her around the floor. When they arrived back
at the pier, he hailed a taxi and they returned to the
Grand Hotel.
Entering the lobby of the hotel, they strolled across
the lobby and window shopped, and rode the elevator to
their room. Once inside the room, Jean Ann moved to
Paul and hugged him tightly in her arms. Looking up
into his eyes, she spoke softly, "Today has been
wonderful, and I can never thank you for all you done
for me, but I must know why I've been so lucky?"
"Sometimes in life a person meets someone, and that
someone is special, its a feeling I get and only
rarely." Paul moved over to the window, and after
closing the drapes, held the pretty teen his arms.
"Jean Ann, when I was seventeen, I meet a man whom I
had never had contact with before. It was one of those
dark dreary winter days."
Moving so he was holding Jean Ann in his arms, Paul
continued with his story. "That man was my father. My
mother had always told me my father was killed in the
military." Pausing to consider how to tell the story,
he continued, "For the next four hours, my father told
how he had hunted for me all his life, as my mother had
moved, changed her name. They had never married, my
father said, mother was ashamed of being pregnant and
unmarried so she left the small town, changed her name,
and disappeared."
Jean Ann listened as Paul told how her, "My father
spent thousands of dollars on private detectives, and
finally one detective confirmed information my father
had provide him, finally found me, and I was reunited
with my father."
Paul went on, 'He had become wealthy over the years. He
served in the Foreign Service, and it was while he was
there he used that computer system to finally locate
me. After we met and got completely reunited, he told
me he was full of cancer and did not have too long to
live. We lived together for the rest of Dad's life. He
and I went to court and I got my name changed.
While I was doing that he got a court order preventing
Mother from interfering with us. He sent me to college
but he never saw me graduate. I studied medicine,
became the doctor he wanted me to. But I was not
satisfied as an MD. My life was empty. I returned to
school, and obtained an MBA at Walton University.
Passed my CPA exams, and obtained the job with Morgan
Bank."
"I found you when I interviewed for a maid. I had
already seen at least a dozen people, I found you. You
were someone who had dreams, and so honest in speaking
of your personal life." Hugging the teenage girl in his
arms, kissing her hair, Paul laughingly explained,
"Jean Ann, I must tell you, you are the only female
I've ever interviewed that informed me she was a
virgin."
"PAUL, your embarrassing me!"
"That isn't all, I checked you out and found your
father was raising you, as your mother had passed away
from breast cancer. Without anyone knowing, I arranged
for your father to purchase the store where he had
worked since he was seventeen. You must never inform
him about my actions. Now you know my life's story.
Jean Ann, pulled him closer to her. She looked up at
him, and pressed her hips into his as she pulled him to
her.
"I had no idea. Oh, Paul, you are such a kind and
wonderful man, now you're paying my way through
college. And my father, you have made him so happy, and
he once told me that he didn't know how the "old folks"
who owned the store had allowed him to pay for it
monthly, with only five-thousand dollars down."
Tears rolled down Jean Ann's face, as she went on, 'You
are making me so complete. I want you to take me
tonight. Please! I want you to make me a woman!'
They undressed and got into bed. 'Would you like a
night cap' I will call room service and have them bring
something up if you wish.'
'That would be so nice. Why don't you order, and I will
get cozy for you. She giggled.
He ordered a bottle, and got into bed with her. In a
short time it arrived with a note. The note said he was
to call his office on Monday. He put it aside and
offered her a brandy. It was the first time she had
ever tasted the sweet, strong wine. It burned her
throat going down. Paul laughed and showed her how she
was supposed to sip it, slowly, as though she were
savoring every swallow. She laughed too, and then tried
it again. It still caused her to screw up her face but
she managed to drink it.
After they turned off the lights, and she was sure he
was asleep, she whispered out loud to her mother.
"Mom, I hope you can look down from Heaven and see me,
and understand somehow what I'm doing.' I remember you
said, 'When you give yourself to a man for the first
time, make certain it is someone you will remember. He
should be kind, caring, and loving.' You always told me
Mom, 'I remember the first man I had sex with, and no,
he wasn't your father, and no your father wasn't the
second.' "I remember asking you Mom, how old you were
the first time you did it, and you chided me saying you
normally wouldn't answer that directly.
Jean Ann recalled the one of the last conversations she
and her mother had. They were sitting around the dining
room table, her mother said, 'Honey, it isn't proper to
ask such questions of a woman, but under the
circumstances, I'll be honest with you.. I was somewhat
open in sexual activity once I started, my first time
was when I was nineteen.
I slept with nine men before I met your father. Your
father and I experimented with swinging shortly after
you were born, it was part of the popular culture in
the mid 80's. I can't be certain, but I believe there
was somewhere around twenty other men that I enjoyed
having sex with, but your father was always there, and
we only partied with couples.'
'Really, mom, you and dad had sex with other couples...
that seems wild, and surprising, Dad didn't mind
watching you with other men; guess he didn't because he
got other women, that sounds so wild. Laughing, Jean
Ann remembered telling her mother, "My mom, The
Swinging Mom." She looked at her mother as she had
listened to her tell about the various couples she and
her father had partied with. Jean Ann laughed as her
mother described one man they referred to as "donkey
dick" because
he was over a foot long, and as thick as her wrist."
Jean Ann asked her mother several questions about she
and her father swinging, and her mother was honest, and
told how she once allowed her husband and another man
to do a double with her. "Mom, what is a double, and
you mean two men at the same time?"
"Yes, I was sitting on one, with him in my sex, and the
other man got behind me and worked it up my back side,
you get the picture, don't you, as I'm not saying any
more for a description.
As Jean Ann lay in the bed, next to Paul, half awake,
recalling Mom's talk of the double penetration, she
remembered something else her mother said that evening.
'It was the most intense sex I ever experienced. I did
not more than once and it got better each time. Somehow
it triggered the baseness in me. Her mother went on and
told Jean Ann of the time she and her father went to
Fort Pierce, Florida.
There at a swing party she lost track of the number of
men who had carnal knowledge of her. She explained she
was double penetrated at least ten maybe fifteen times
while they were there. Her mother said, 'It was the
most awesome thing I have ever done, but its not for
everyone.'
Jean Ann slowly got out of bed and walked into the
bathroom. She closed the door so she wouldn't wake
Paul, took a leisurely shower, and after drying off,
dressed in the expensive pantyhose, slipped on her
gown, fixed her makeup, hair, tiptoed back to the
bedroom, found her heels, and her new gown, and then
silently went to the door. She turned on a light, and
said loudly, so as to wake Paul, 'Did you order room
service, Sir?'
Paul, awoke with a start and beheld the loveliest
vision he had ever seen. A fresh, innocent, teenager,
transformed into, a graceful, appealing, woman of lust,
and desire.. "My, my! Absolutely stunning! Room
service' And what service did you have in mind?'
'Let me, Oh hell! Paul! Please! Please! Let me make
love to you! I want to make you happy. I can't stand it
any longer! Please take me! Fuck me! Make me cum! Paul
this was beautiful I don't the night to end with me
being a virgin! ... Augh! Paul! I mean... Oh hell! You
won't make me wait any longer... will you?"
Paul got out of bed and went over to her. He took her
in his arms and she raised he mouth to his. She made
the move and kissed his lips. He met her lips, and
passionately held them together. Then he opened his
mouth, and inserted his tongue into her mouth. He made
it dance, she became more passionate, moaning and
begging for more. He removed the gown, and the
stockings.
He continued kissing and licking her. Finally he pushed
her back until she was lying on the bed. She was unable
to do anything or say anything. She spoke with her eyes
begging him to continue. He kissed and licked his way
down her body. Then up her legs, until he was at her
sex. He took in the aroma and then he kissed her labia.
After licking and sucking for a while, she got so hot
she exclaimed, 'Paul! DO ME! I'M BEGGING YOU FUCK ME!
PAUL! MY DARLING! THAT IS SO WONDERFUL! PAUL I'M
CUMMIIIIIINNNNGGG! OH DARLING!'
Her climax was hard and long. Then after he was sure
she had come down from her high, he got on top of her.
He penetrated her love canal and eased slowly into her.
He got to her maiden head. 'The next stroke or two will
hurt a bit. Are you sure you want to go on?'
'PAUL GIVE IT TO ME! TAKE ME! FUCK ME! PLEASSSEE!' Her
body rose to meet his. She placed her legs on his back,
an involuntary movement. She pulled him into her.
Squeezing him into her as deeply as she could. She
thrust and parried with him. Her maiden head was gone
in a beat of passion.
Paul forgot she was a virgin and rammed his tool in to
her as hard as he could. She moaned and tried not to
scream too loudly as she rose to another crescendo.
'OHHHH! AAAUGGH! CUMMING! CUMMMING! OHHHHHHH1
FUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!'
Her body stiffened against his. She held him as tightly
as she could. Her pussy milked him for all he had. The
entire moment was as awesome for her as for him. After
she calmed down, and he got off of her he whispered to
her, 'That is only the first time. In the morning, we
are going sight seeing, in the afternoon, we will, you
will see.'
"Paul, I have your seed in me, and it is a shame I
can't become pregnant this night, but alas, my period
ended two days ago."
Before going back to sleep, they made love once more,
and afterwards, Jean Ann moved so she was lying over
his body, with her legs straddling his, her sex oozing
their combined fluids onto Paul's right leg. The next
morning they awoke to find they were still entwined as
they were when they went to sleep.
Jean Ann felt the stickiness between her legs, and
realized what it was, but hadn't considered how much
she would bleed. When she got out of bed, the evidence
of her lost virginity was in sight. She laughed, then
leaned over the bed and gave Paul a good sound slap on
his butt. He awoke with a start. 'Get up! I can't wait
to see where we are going!'
Paul got up and the showered together. Then in a new
heat of passion, while he was washing her back, he
lifted her up enough to penetrate her from behind. She
leaned into him, accepting his hardness. 'You devil!
Can't get enough!' Come to me big boy! Pump me full of
your juice. I will milk that from you so fast.' she
teased him as he rammed his tool into her hot sex again
and again.
She felt his cream as he pumped her. She didn't get off
but she was happy she had been given a second or was it
thirds or fourth helpings of his manliness. She gave up
counting. She turned to him took him in her arms,
kissed him deeply. 'What shall I wear for you today?'
she asked in her demure teenage voice.
'Since it is Sunday, and we are going to see, some of
the other sights, I think a nice pair of shorts, a top
to match and well, I'm sure you will look nice.'
He took her to see the Frank Lloyd Wright house and the
University of Chicago. He took her to the Museums and
to other points of interest. They lunched at the wharf,
and then went back to the hotel.
It was late afternoon when they arrived in their room.
There was a message waiting for them. Paul picked up
the phone. He listened to it and turned to his
companion. 'Jean Ann we are expected for dinner with
Harley J. Morgan and his daughter. He want us to come
to his club. We are to meet him in the lobby in a half
hour.'
'I can't possibly be ready in a half hour! What am I
going to wear?' Jean Ann was panicked. She had never
been to a 'club'. She had no idea, how to dress. 'You
pick out what you want me to wear. I will get a quick
shower and put on whatever you like'
Paul went to the closet, got out a nice black number,
he insisted she get a 'little black dress' and matching
shoes. When she got out of the shower, she laughed.
'That was the last thing I ever thought I would need.
Now I see why you were so insistent I get it. It is a
standard for anywhere anytime.'
'That's right. You have to have one in your wardrobe.
Every woman needs one of these. Now let me get a shower
and you pick out a suit for me.' Jean Ann laughed.
'That's a no-brainer. You have two. black and blue. She
got out the black one, a pin stripe, and a nice white
shirt and tie. When he returned to the bed, he quickly
dressed.
'Impeccable! My dear. Impeccable! They went down to the
lobby just in time to see Harley and his daughter come
through from the other side.
*****
'Good Evening.' They said in unison. And then laughed.
Morgan said, 'I will hail a cab my club is not too
far.' They followed him out of the hotel and into the
evening air. It was a bit damp but not too hot. In the
cab the conversation revolved around the attire each
was wearing and what they had done over the past two
days. Each told stories of sight seeing and of
traveling into Chicago. 'I'd never flown before. It was
so exciting!' said Jean Ann. Then she and Amber,
Morgan's daughter began to talk. They really carried on
a private conversation even into the club.
During dinner, Morgan turned to Paul. 'I have a real
problem, Paul. I called because the bank's largest
depositor has decided to withdraw his capitol and move
it to a competitor. I want you to personally take the
case and fix the problem whatever it takes.' Then he
added, 'I have another problem too. My daughter, wants
nothing more than to marry you. I approve of this, but
I want her to finish college. Could you talk to her and
try to convince her to stay in school?'
'Harley, I will do what I can, on both counts. I will
not encourage this relationship. I already have one as
you are aware. But I will do whatever you wish within
reason.' That is enough for me, Paul. By the way you
lady is lovely.'
'She is isn't she. She is a very fine woman and a
godsend. I couldn't get along without her. We were
flying back to New York tonight, but since the problem
you mentioned is here we will stay and take care of it.
Thank you for dinner. I think we can find our own way
out.'
Paul rose, thanked his host again and then collected
Jean Ann. The two girls were having a delightful talk
and Jean Ann did not want to leave. Still she
remembered her manners, bid her host and hostess good
night and walked out with Paul.
'Jean Ann, we are staying over an extra day or two. It
is business. It seems our largest depositor wants to
withdraw his accounts and go elsewhere.'
'Your job is to see he doesn't carry out this desire
and make banking with Morgan more attractive. I
understand. Paul, I have classes I have to be at in the
morning. I want you to get me back home, so I can
attend please.'
'All right, lets go and get you packed.' They went to
the room. Jean Ann packed her new bag and Paul found a
flight leaving in an hour. He took Jean Ann to the
airport and made sure she got on the plane. That was
the last time he ever saw her.
Just after he arrived back at the hotel, he turned on
the TV and learned that a plane had crashed in a field
in Pennsylvania. There were according to the
commentator no survivors. Paul, stunned, stayed glued
to the TV until he was sure it was the plane he so
carefully picked out for Jean Ann. Finally he just
broke down and cried. Numbness and then anger, then
resignation set in. He would make the funeral
arrangements when he could.
Monday: Paul went to the Morgan offices and met with
the depositor. He told Paul that the new bank had
offered and 8% return on the deposits, and 14% return
on short term loans. Paul told the depositor he could
do two percent better in both cases, and offer CDS to
the employees of the depositor for five percent. A
point above the going rate. The depositor agreed to the
terms and a new five year contract was signed
immediately.
Paul left Chicago that afternoon. He went first to
Pennsylvania and made arrangements for Jean Ann. Then
he went on to New York. It took him awhile to track
down Jean Ann's relatives, who told him, they couldn't
afford to bury her and anything he wanted to do would
be satisfactory to them. He had never had to do this
before and he found it very hard and difficult. He
contacted a mortuary and made the arrangements. He got
her into a local cemetery. Her family, was happy and
agreeable. He attended the funeral and made sure
everything was perfect. Then he returned to work.
Tuesday:
Harley J Morgan called Paul into his office. 'You
solved the depositor problem brilliantly. Tonight there
is going to be a black tie affair in your honor at my
home. You are to be there at eight o'clock sharp.
Please do not be late. Now solve the other problem I
have and you will be the next Chairman of the Board.'
Paul was stunned. He wasn't sure what the big
announcement was but he was sure that he had heard
Chairman of the Board. He would be at the Morgan home
at eight o'clock.
Walking from Morgan's office into the large lobby of
the executive office suites, Paul saw Amber standing,
and looking in the direction of his office door. The
smile, told Paul that she had evidently spoken to her
father and had convinced her father of something.
"Hello, Amber, you look very charming today.'
"Hello Paul, I like your suit, is it Italian, you look
handsome, Daddy must pay you well." Amber said with a
softness to her voice.
Just as Paul was ready to reply to Amber's comment,
Harley J Morgan arrived and asked, "You two ready for
lunch, and I'm starved?"
They went out and around the corner to a restaurant
where Harley kept a table. Cocktails were ordered then
a lunch. "Paul, I understand that you are escorting my
daughter tonight. Wonderful!'
Now what is happening, Paul wondered, as he heard the
firm voice of his employer speak in a way that made him
seem to like the idea of an older man dating his
teenage daughter.
'Oh, Of course. Glad to do it.' Then Harley dropped the
bomb.
'I also understand that after the dinner tonight you
two are going out dancing.' This was news to Paul. He
had planned on going back to his home and trying to
forget the immediate past.
"Fine, Paul. Here is the way I see things. My daughter
wants to marry you. I have no objection as long as she
goes to college and graduates first. She has said she
doesn't see the importance of school. She merely wishes
to marry you.' He paused and then went on, "You will
make a fine and outstanding son-in-law. I'm stepping
down as president of the firm, but retaining the title
of Chairman of the Board. Tonight you are going to be
named President.'
Harley stood up and shook Paul's hand. 'Your deal with
the depositor cinched the promotion. Congratulations!"
"Oh, Daddy, thank you! Isn't that nice of Daddy, Paul?"
Still in shock, Paul watched as Amber moved over and
hugged him, whispering, "You will get my cherry."
Unable to decide what or how to reply too either the
father or daughter, Paul simply shook his future
father-in-law's hand. "Mr. Morgan, I can't think of
anything to say, as this is somewhat of a shock. Thank
you!"
Harley J Morgan smiled at what his daughter had done by
bringing her own ring to the meeting. He took his knife
and tapped it against his water glass, stood up, and
announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, I want you to meet
the new President of Morgan Bank, Mr. Paul Henderson,
and also I'm pleased to announce that he has just asked
my daughter, Amber, to become his bride."
After a hearty round of applause, each diner came to
the table to extend congratulations to Paul on his
promotion and his pending marriage, the three of them
finally sat down to enjoy their lunch.
Very coolly, Paul listened as Harley suggested he
remain true to his daughter and not stray very far.
Paul agreed. The thought had never crossed his mind.
Harley, Amber, and Paul left the club. Harley returned
to the office, while he suggested to the others that
they find thing to do for the rest of the afternoon.
The implication was Paul had the rest of the day off.
Just before he got in his car, he said to Paul, 'Your
new office will be available in the morning, the
maintenance people are going to work on it all night if
they have to have it finished by morning.'
Paul took Amber into the park across the street. When
he found a secluded spot they sat down on a convenient
bench. Paul studied the eyes of the girl that had just
set him up for life. Then he was shocked, Amber asked,
"Tell me, are you larger than some men, as you are the
first one I have ever touched and sucked off. I've
never seen a man in the nude, but from the pictures or
videos I've seen, you seem large?"
"Yes, you could say I'm larger, as nearly all men
measure 6-inches, some less and some more, but I'm
nearly 8-inches long, and around 3-inches thick, end of
subject." Thinking for a moment, Paul looked at the
girl across from him, knowing she had set him up, and
if he refused to go through with the marriage, he would
be lucky to ever get a job flipping hamburgers. "Amber,
what else have you planned for me' Be honest!"
"Paul, I saw you when you first came to work for my
father, let's see, that was two years ago, I was
sixteen." Smiling she looked at Paul, and whispered to
him, "I thought you were the most handsome man I had
ever seen. I knew then I would marry you."
"Just as simple as that, you decided to marry me,
without any thought of how I might feel about such a
commitment. Are you for real, Amber?"
"Yes, and believe it or not, I have planned on this
since then. It was I who got you invited to our home
the night of the party.' Reaching out, Amber placed her
hand on Paul's and added, "By the way, you must always
pretend that we've been dating for the past year." Once
more, Amber looked at Paul, and asked him, "Did you
like feeling something last night that no other man has
ever touched inside of with his finger?"
"My god, Amber, didn't you hear your father tell about
viewing tapes from hidden video cameras, what if he saw
you and I?"
"Paul, you never need to expect trouble from my father,
and I will give you my undivided love," she promised.
"You're extremely attractive, and you're telling me
that no one ever touched you, what else should I know?"
"Just what I've informed you about. My supposed
boyfriend, Gill doesn't know what to do with his
pecker, never tried to touch me, not even my boobs. On
our wedding night, I will feel you between my thighs,
love you forever. Paul, you could never find a woman
who could love you more," Amber spoke with a serenity
to her voice.
"Believe me or not, I will prove my love to you, and
now I want to go some place where we can be alone, can
we go to your house?"
The drive to his home took nearly 30-minutes, and once
they were inside, Amber stopped and looking around,
hugged Paul, and told him, "It is perfect, so lovely,
and your taste is perfect." Amber followed Paul through
the house, from one room to the other. When they
reached the enclosed pool at the rear of the house,
Paul stood in awe as the teen began to undress. "Amber,
your undressing, what are you doing," Paul asked in
disbelief'
"Aren't we going swimming, undress Paul, and even if we
will be nude, I plan on coming to our wedding bed, a
virgin, that's a promise." Amber stated that as she
removed her suit. Standing before him in matching lacy
and satin, ivory colored bra and panties, lace top
thigh-high stockings, Paul could not believe how truly
beautiful Amber was. His mind traveled back to the
previous night, when he had seen her mother in the
nude, and he knew that this female would likely always
be attractive.
"Undress, Paul, I'm becoming self-conscious about being
nearly nude, while you're still dressed." Amber slid
down her stockings, unsnapped her bra, allowing her
tits to swing free. She pulled her panties off while
Paul's eyes took in her beauty. She had a thick black
crop of pubic hair covering her mons, and it went down
into a reverse V to cover her labia.
"My god, Amber, you're the epitome of female
perfection, you're truly attractive," Paul said with
admiration coming through in his speech. "Amber, how
can you expect me to not want you, or even more so,
take you to bed immediately."
"Darling, Paul, do you find it pleasant to have me
standing in front of you totally nude?"
"Unless I or any other man is complete dead, and the
meat falling from his bones, you would be making any
man cognizant of the fact your truly gorgeous and pure
undulated sex." PERIOD!"
"Darling, please, get undressed, and let me view my
handsome lover, soon to be husband. I assure you, I
want you as much as you want me, but I want to be a
virgin on our wedding night."
He removed his clothes, and stood before Amber nude.
His 8-inches of thick manhood was pointing from his
body directly toward the image of femininity standing
in front of him.
"Tell me, Miss Amber, what is the meaning of our being
nude, and to not enjoy the physical aspects of our
relationship?"
"Darling! Oh, my naive Paul," she laughed, "I'm nude
like this so we can swim in your lovely pool." With
that, Amber dove into the pool and shortly afterwards
her head broke the surface of the water. "Paul, come in
with me my darling."
Walking over to the deep end of the pool, Paul dove
into the pool and swam over to Amber. She was floating
on her back in the water. Moving so he was positioned
between her firm thighs, Paul looked down at her, let
his fingers walk up her legs, and part her labia. He
could see the coral color of her inner sex.
He teased the soft folds of Amber's labia, leaned over
and kissed her parted vagina. He moved his fingers,
pressing into her love canal at the same time he was
kissing and licking her hard clitoris, until Amber
moaned, "Paul! Oh I'm floating, my darling, YES! I wish
we were married. I want you in me. I can't resist any
more. Please! Take me. FUCK ME! OHHHHH! IT FEELS SO
GOOD!"
"Amber, I may well be crazy, but for whatever the
reason, I want a virgin on our wedding night." After
she came down a bit, he asked, "Have you ever stuck
anything in there?'
"Nothing has even been in me, until your finger found
me wanting you, and I don't use tampons, so I'm still
pure, except for the entrance of your finger.'
"Before changing careers, I studied medicine and I have
an MD license. My specialty is Obstetrics and
Gynecology."
"Darling, I didn't know you were a doctor, why did you
become a CPA and finance major?"
"Actually, I was bored as a doctor. I did not like
listening to whiny women with no serious medical
problems. I wanted to be the person to discover a new
cure for a major illness, or the person to save both
mother and child with some fantastic new procedure. I
wanted to be the one who was in the spotlight.
When I found I had to do certain things to become that
person, the price was to high and I returned to school.
I wanted something different, so I went back to school,
obtained my degree in accounting, took my CPA exams,
all in two days. The rest as they say is history."
"Paul, I need more, bring me off again, give me some
type of release, do something." Once more Paul was
licking the opening and closing sex of the teenage girl
that was surrounded by the thick black maiden hair
"Darling, make me feel your love," Amber whispered to
the man licking, kissing and then nibbling the folds
between her legs.
"Amber, let's get out of the pool, and rinse off, I
will try to make you feel wonderful, in a more pleasant
way."
After leaving the pool, they stood together under the
spray of the shower. Then he led the girl to the large
chaise lounge alongside the pool, eased her down onto
her back, pulled her legs open and placed them over his
shoulders.
Starting at the soles of her feet, Paul began licking
and sucking the toes of her right foot, then her ankle,
then her calf, her knee, her thigh; it was like glass,
smooth, with no stubble or single hair follicle
pricking his tongue.
When his lips reached the thick muff covering her sex,
Paul lay his face against the soft and damp down of her
womanhood. Moving his lips slightly to the bottom of
her mons, he kissed her parted flower. Slowly his
tongue sought the narrow channel of her vulva, and
probed as deep into her sex as he could reach. Then he
licked down her slit, to the underside, seeking out her
nether button, licking her anus, which opened slightly
to his ministrations. Amber reacted by deeply sighing.
Her hips made small circular motions as he licked and
pressed his tongue into her rear opening.
Moving his lips upward and around her prepuce, he
sucked and licked her core. Finally he returned to her
love marble and stimulated that again. His caresses
brought on another cry of ecstasy. She cried out,
"Paul, my Darling, Paullll, you're making me feel
wonderful, oh Darlingggg! I'm gettttiiinnngggg! Augh!
YES!"
For a few moments, Paul enjoyed setting back and
watching the lips of Amber's sex as they opened and
closed in release of her heated orgasm. Knowing he was
the first male to bring her love juices down, caused
the male in Paul to feel an unknown elation.
"You went off again and even more than in the pool, and
I see you enjoyed the feeling, tell me about your
release, Amber, my love, did I give you what you
desired?"
Amber cried out, "Oh! YES! IT was so good! I can't
explain what I felt. OMG IT WAS GOOD! I'M YOUR WOMAN
FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE."
Amber sat up, and looked into her lover's eyes, and
asked, "Do men enjoy licking a woman in the back, like,
you did to me' In my,' she could not say the A word, In
my butt."
"Yes, and I want to show you the deep feeling a woman
can have from your rear passage as well as the original
way.'
For the next three months, Paul lived for the time when
he could penetrate the teenage dark-haired beauty who
was to be his wife. He performed oral sex on her almost
daily. Her monthlies didn't hinder his enjoying her
rapture he drove the girl's body extended orgasms. He
knew exactly how to please her. He would teach her what
he wanted later.
There was no doubt in his mind she was going to be his
wife in every meaning of the word. Many times the two
of them came close to completing the joining of their
bodies in carnal bliss. Somehow it would happen that
one of them remember to save the taking of her
virginity till the night of their wedding.
Amber would not suck his cock, telling him that once
she had felt him inside her body, then and only then,
would she devour his thick manhood. Each time they were
together, Amber enjoyed masturbating him and soon found
her hands could make her husband to be, shoot off twice
in a row without stopping to recoup, as he retained his
erection.
During this time, Paul was a guest several times at
Amber's home, and each time he visited with her
parents, Paul would catch himself looking at Denise,
wondering if she was still cuckolding Harley.
One Saturday morning, while he was swimming, and Amber
was in New York with two of her girlfriends, picking
out her wedding gown, he heard a woman's voice, "My,
some men should never put on clothes."
He turned and saw Denise, mother of the bride removing
her clothes and easing herself into the water.
"Aren't you going to speak to your future mother-in-
law, or don't you recognize me, in my birthday suit,
Paul?"
"Hell, Denise, if Harley finds us like this, he will
kill us both, and you know that, plus I'm marrying your
daughter." Moving away from the woman who was closing
the distance between them in the pool, Paul spoke
firmly to Denise, "You must leave, what if someone
finds us like this, what Amber would think?"
"Alright, I'll leave," and as she spoke, Denise walked
up the pool steps and out of the water, and picked up a
towel and dried her body, then picked up her clothing
and entered the home. He stared in wonder at her
boldness, her perfect body, waited a few minutes, and
then entered his home. Before his eyes lay his mother-
in-law to be, on the sofa in his family room, nude. She
was facing him, one leg hanging over the edge of the
sofa, and the other bent at the knee and resting
against the back of the sofa, displaying everything to
him.
"Denise, you must leave," but as he spoke, his hormones
kicked in. His cock, began to rise, and point in the
direction of the dark haired beauty splayed openly. He
moved with all the finesse of a lion, and jumped on
her. He needed to bury his cock in someone, she was
here and willing to accept him as horny as he was. Pure
lust took over. He wasted no time in shoving his cock
in deep and hard. His entrance was so sudden, she had
no time to prepare for him. His rutting burned and
irritated her dry canal.
"Paul, not so brutal, you're so doing me so rough, oh
hell be gentle, PAUL! NOT SO FUCKING HARD!"
He didn't stop. He continued to ram in and out, as hard
as he could. His fuck was brutal. He didn't stop until
his ejaculation splashed deep against the opening of
her womb. She tried to move with him, to keep up, but
all she could do was to lay there and take him. Moving
off the body of the woman who was the mother of his
bride-to-be, Paul looked at her as she lay moaning and
sobbing.
"Oh! God! that was the most violent, horrendous fuck
I've ever had! I feel your come dripping from me. Hell,
Paul; I hope you didn't knock me up. You could do me
now you know.' Denise sat up, and then looked at the
sight before her, Paul's cock hadn't shrunk. She leaned
over and took it in her mouth.
Within moments, Paul was ready to take her again. This
time he would be gentle with her. He got on the sofa,
and he licked and kissed her. Sucked her nipples, and
made her ready for his entrance. He even stuck a finger
in her anus stimulating her to heights she had never
explored before. When he did take her, she met him
stroke for stroke. His cock and her vagina were one.
She responded as she had never responded to anyone. At
last she had a major explosion. 'So Good! FUCK ME MORE!
GIVE IT ALL TO ME! FUCK I'M CUMMINNNNGGGG OHHHHH!
GOOOOODDDDDD! SOOOO GOOD!'
This woman was either one hell of a good fuck, or she
was horny as hell thought Paul. Then he remembered what
she murmured to Gill in the pool house. She admitted
she had not been fucked in over a year. Can it be that
Harley is not taking care of this precious lady. I
wonder what the story is.
He leaned forward and rammed his hard cock home again.
She begged to be fucked harder. She wrapped her legs
around him and pulled him in deep. 'Fuck me hard! OH!
HELL, GIVE IT TO ME! I LOVE YOUR HARD COCK! SO BIG! I'M
CUMMING1 NOWWWW! OHH YEAHHHH! AAAAIEEEEEE!"
Five minutes after getting off the second time, Paul
lay on the wide sofa, next to Denise and asked her
pointedly, "Denise, when was the last time you were
fucked?"
"Let me think, about three-months ago, why?"
"Just curious, and how long before then, Denise, and be
honest?"
"What are you doing writing a book about my sex life,
or do you get your jollies asking woman about their
personal sex lives," Denise asked with sarcasm in he
voice'
"No, trying to determine what your game is, especially
since I'm going to marry your daughter, and your
husband has warned me not to mess around on his
daughter, so now answer my question."
"Paul, if I tell you the truth, will you promise to
keep whatever you hear from my lips, a secret as long
as you live?"
"Sure, why would I want Amber to find out I've had sex
with her mother, do you believe I'm nuts?"
"No, but Harley would kill me, and I'm serious, Paul,
the man is sadistic!" Watching Denise's face, Paul
believed she actually rolled her eyes up in her head as
she told him, "Paul, in all honesty, I believe my
husband has either killed someone, or had it done, but
I firmly believe he is a murderer.
"I know, he can be rough, I watched him pull your pubic
hair the night you fucked Gill, and your husband busted
Gill's nuts with his knee." Before giving her time to
respond, he added, "I was in the pool house when you
and Gill got it on, and his cum got on your gown, and I
watched you take off your clothes, and I must say, you
looked terrific after just fucking that young man"
'Then you know its been over a year since I have been
with Harley. Paul, you can fuck me any time you want;
have you always fucked a woman like you just did me?"
'No, but Amber and I are trying to wait till we are
married. Our time together has been very difficult to
say the least.'
"Tell me, Denise, why do you think your husband has
been involved in a murder?"
"Before I had sex with Gill, it had been over a year,
and that was a quickie, in Miami when Harley and I were
at a banker's convention. I had gone to the hotel pool
while he was in a meeting, and I found a young Cuban
pool attendant who liked me, and poured his cum up me
twice a day for the five days during the convention,
and hell I must have made him happy, as he ate me out
after fucking me twice.
Anyway, one afternoon, I returned to the hotel room
after having Juan do me three times, Harley was waiting
for me. He grabbed me, pulled my bathing suit off,
shoved his fingers up my pussy, still soaked with
Juan's semen. His tone was sheer anger as he spoke,
accusing me of having some man's cum in me. He was sure
it was the pool attendant.
I swore it was just my cream as I was horny and wanted
him, but he jammed his fingers in me and when he pulled
them out, he sucked the juice into his mouth, swore
that there was a man's cum there and then he rammed his
fingers in me again. He curled them under my pelvic
bone, hooking me sort of and jerked me upward. I was
sure he was going to rip my pussy out of me. He said,
if he ever caught me fucking anyone ever again, he
would kill the man. The next day there was an item in
the papers about a pool attendant be found with a
bullet in him along some back alley in the greater
Miami area.
'Hum Sounds like he really did have the young man
murdered. Denise you have to be very careful.'
"Harley, laid the paper down in front of me the next
morning as we were having breakfast. He pointed out the
article about Juan, although he hadn't been identified
at the time the item was in the paper. That day, Juan
wasn't at work, and the pool attendant working the
booth, greeted me and told me Juan had been found
murdered.
Before that, it had been more than three-years, we were
on vacation in Russia, Harley had been called back to
New York to take care of a major loan. For a week I
fucked three young studs I met at various places. He
never found out about them. Smiling as she recalled the
three Russians, I guess they did me at least 40 or 50
times over seven days, I can't remember, but my little
pussy was sore when I got home.'
"Don't you and Harley have sex' It's not my business,
don't answer if you don't want to."
"You will love this, after I was pregnant and Amber was
born, Paul never touched me, couldn't understand why,
but when I found out, I was glad he hasn't. I was
cleaning the library, one afternoon, I came across a
letter from Harley's physician he forgot to put away.
The letter said he was HIV positive and so was his
companion. It seems he has been having a relationship
with another man. I tried to confront him. When I did
he went ballistic. He screamed. He made threats. He got
so far out of control I ran up to my room and... she
stopped.
When she resumed speaking she simply stated he was
dying now and the medicines he was on were doing little
good. The man he was with committed suicide according
to the article I saw in the newspaper but I think
Harley may have murdered him. This morning, I overheard
him talking with his doctor. He hasn't told me but his
Aids is progressing rapidly and it is likely he has
only a few months before he dies. I saw him pull a gun
out of the desk drawer as he was talking. He kept
pointing it towards himself but he didn't say he was
going to do anything rash.'
"You should call the police, and..." Denise cut him
off.
"No way, I don't want to be a part of his death or to
prolong his life, he has been cruel to me in ways no
one including you would ever understand."
For the next hour, the two illicit lovers continued
their conversation about Harley and how Denise had sex
only when she was safe from her husband. There were
times she informed Paul, that it was two or three years
in between episodes. When she was thirty, she became
pregnant by one of the gardeners. They had made love
almost daily. She got an abortion and he never ever
found out. But I had the man fired to make sure he
would stay alive.
"Denise, why did you say I might have gotten you
pregnant today?"
"My darling husband makes certain I never get birth
control, he believes this is the way to keep me chaste.
Then every time I come in the house, he pulls my pubic
hair. Paul, have you noticed I keep my labia trimmed
completely' You may not believe this, but its because
Harley can't get a hard enough grip to do damage to me.
There were times when he pulled my pubes, tore out
clumps of hair and skin. I keep it bare now. I have to.
Paul, I won't cause you problems with Amber, but I
needed to see someone today after overhearing Harley.
When I knocked on your door, and no one answered, I
tried the door and it was unlocked.' Smiling as she
continued speaking, "When I entered the house, I simply
walked to the pool and was surprised to find you nude,
and seeing that large thing hanging down from your
body, I wanted some of it, and that is the honest
truth."
Paul took her in his arms and kissed her deeply. He
frenched her as deeply as his tongue would go. And when
her moans were sufficient he began to caress her body
in ways she had never imagined. When he reached her
perfect pussy he played with it and then when he
entered her he also pushed a finger into her butt-hole.
She was in total ecstasy.
She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him into
her. She felt him hit her G spot and she responded
accordingly. When she climaxed this time there was no
warning no crescendo. She just shot off. Drained, damp
and listless she fell back and waited for him to
finish.
They showered and dressed together. Denise told him
things could be really bad and asked if she should call
him or the police first. He told her to call 911 and
then call him. He prayed Harley had not done anything
to harm himself or anyone else.
Paul began planning. He needed to get into the house,
find the stash of videos, remove them and get out all
without being caught. He tried to think where the
cameras were placed and if he could do it without being
observed.
A little over two hours had passed since Denise left
his home. The blaring ring of the phone broke his
concentration. A sobbing voice, almost screamed at him.
'Paul, the police are here, and they suggested I call
someone, so I'm calling you, there has been an
accident, Harley has injured himself. He - - - he - he
- shot himself."
Paul could barely understand the female voice. He
wasn't sure whether it was Amber or her mother. Finally
a male voice was on the phone, "This is police
Detective Sergeant Jeff Asbury, and I understand you're
the president of Morgan Bank."
"Yes, that's correct, but what is wrong' How can I
help?'
"Mr. Henderson, we believe Mr. Morgan committed
suicide. We would like you to come at once to the
Morgan home. We need your insight into this matter.'
"That is not a problem, please tell Mrs. Morgan I will
be there shortly.'
He hung the phone up and put on his street clothes.
Then he got the car and went on over to the Morgan's.
On the way over he thought of all the reasons why he
should get those tapes. How to do it, where they were,
the entire thing. Then he became more concerned about
the possibility the police had already found them.
After he arrived at the home and gave a statement to
the detective, he went upstairs and tried to comfort
Denise. She was uncontrollably sobbing and near
hysteria. He got her doctor's name and asked him to
come give her a sedative. Then he called the hotel
where Amber was staying and left a message for her
saying there had been an accident and she needed to
come home.
The police left. However, he and Denise were asked to
go to headquarters and give statements regarding the
accident. Paul was told the coroner had the body
because as routine an autopsy had to be performed. Then
he called the funeral home, the one the family always
used. He apprised them of the whereabouts of the body
and asked if they would make all of the arrangements.
Finally he began to look for the tapes. He became a bit
agitated when he could not find the recorders. He did
manage to locate all the cameras. While he was
searching, the phone rang. He answered it. 'Amber, you
need to come home immediately! Your father is dead.'
'Why, the bastard shot himself. About time. Paul I am
not at all sorry. I hated him and all he stood for. He
will get no sympathy from me.'
'Amber, where are the tapes?' Paul asked with all the
urgency he could muster.
'Look in the library. Look for a secret panel in the
wall. I know its there. I don't know how to get it
open. Paul you have to get those tapes. Otherwise one
of us will be blamed for his murder.'
'I know Amber I know that.' I have searched the house
and haven't found anything yet. I will take your advice
and look for the secret room. Meantime get your butt
home! Your mother needs you.'
'I' m on my way. Be there as soon as I can.'
Paul hung the phone up. He was not surprised to find
she had no compassion for her father. He apparently was
one mean bastard who his wife and daughter had not
loved in years. He went into the library and began to
search for a panel that moved. He looked long and hard
at all of the walls. He tried the pull on the fixtures,
and push on the desk, then he stopped and thought for a
minute.
If I were Harley and wanted to hide a door pull, where
would it go. He got down and looked at the floor. He
found a small almost imperceptible rise in the carpet.
He felt it. A wire' a tube, he followed with his hands.
It led from the desk. He looked under the desk and
there on the underside of the right hand set of drawers
was a button. He pressed it.
A panel on the far wall opened. Inside he found the
recorders and the feeds from the cameras. He also found
the stash of tapes. He took all of the tapes, DVDs, and
anything that appeared to be a form of memory out to
his car. Before he touched the recorders he put on some
gloves. Then he disconnected the feeds and turned off
the power. If anyone asked, the family could say in
truthfulness they didn't know when Harley had disabled
the security system.
He pushed the button again. The door closed. Now at
least there was no evidence in the house of any wrong
doings. Then he went upstairs to Denise. 'In the
morning, I will have an attorney accompany you to the
police. You can give your statement then. Your Doctor
is coming to give you a sedative for the rest of the
day and tonight. Amber is on her way home. I found the
tapes and they are taken care of. I am saying no more
about that.'
The phone rang again. This time it was the Coroner. 'I
have to speak to Mrs. Morgan. I have the findings and I
have to release certain information to the press. That
is because my findings are public record. I can not
protect her from the questions that are going to be
raised.'
Paul replied, 'I understand. You have to do what you
have to do. Mrs. Morgan is in no position to make any
rational decisions at the present time. I am the
President of the bank and you may refer the press to
me.'
'Sir, I also need to know your desires as to the
disposition of the body. The family has had connections
with a certain funeral home for years. They are in the
process of making arrangements and they will have the
formal release papers when they come to your lab
tomorrow.'
"Sir, I must tell you that Mr. Morgan was in the early
AIDs stages.'
'Yes I was aware of that. He confided that to me
earlier this month.' It was a blatant lie but it had to
do. Paul did not want the press to think this was the
reason for the suicide. It was going to be bad enough
fending them off without getting these questions too.
The next morning he and the family attorney accompanied
both Amber, who had arrived in the wee hours, and
Denise to the police station. There they spent the
morning going over question after question. The
detectives wanted to blame someone, the tried first for
Amber, then when her alibi was airtight they turned on
Denise. She too told them not what they wanted to hear,
but the truth.
With both Paul and her attorney present there was
little they could do. They tried to charge her but her
attorney was too aware of what they were doing. He
refused to allow her to stay when they started to
repeat their questions. They went from the police, to
the funeral home. There they made all the necessary
arrangements for the funeral. Services, viewing,
internment. All nice and neat. All within the next two
or three days. Then they went home.
'Paul, be a dear and make me a dry martini, shaken,
with an olive.' said Denise, as she sat down on the
sofa in their living room. 'I think I am over his
death. He won't ever beat me or Amber again. He won't
force me to do anything I don't want to. I am free of
the miserable bastard.'
'I agree, Mom, he was a prick. He would never let me do
anything I wanted to. He was always making sure I did
the right thing, wore the right clothes and joined the
right clubs.'
Paul returned with their drinks. Then as though there
was no one else in the room Denise got up and began to
strip.
'What are you doing?' Paul asked in disbelief. 'I am
going to fuck you. I want you and I want you on my
terms.'
'Mother, he is my betrothed. We are after all engaged.
How dare you.'
'Amber, your way too young for him. He is closer to me
than to you. You are a mere child. What could he
possibly see in you?' Denise said as she strutted over
to Paul nude and flaunting it.
'Denise, that is enough. Amber and I are engaged and I
have come to really love and respect your daughter. You
ought to be ashamed of yourself, though I do understand
why you are doing this. If you go upstairs right now, I
will not do anything else. If you continue, I will be
forced to take more drastic steps to stop you.'
'Mother! Please! Your out of bounds. Don't do this.
Stop coming on to Paul! Amber was practically
screaming. Paul went to her, lifted her over his
shoulder and carried her to her room upstairs. He
gently put her on the bed and made her take her pills.
Then after she passed out, he went down to his
betrothed.
'She won't bother us for the next twenty four hours.
Her sedatives are powerful and I gave her two of them.'
'She is almost as bad as Dad was. Do you remember Gill'
Dad kneed him in the balls after he found out Mom laid
him.'
'I thought you did not see that I tried to make sure
you didn't.'
'I didn't. Mom told me about it later. In fact she told
me when I found her upstairs crying and whimpering
about how Dad hurt her that night. He almost pulled out
all her pubic hair. He was so mean. You don't know the
half of it.'
'I have all the tapes at my house.'
'You do?'
'Yep. I was going to give them back but perhaps we
ought to watch them together sometime.'
'No Paul, I want them destroyed. I don't want to
remember how mean and terrible he was. I don't want you
ever to find out what he did to me, to my friends, or
to Mom. Just please destroy them.'
'I will if that is your wish. Did you get a wedding
gown?'
'I did. I found a gown, bridesmaid dresses, and even a
tux for you. Everything will be fine. You will see we
will have the best wedding of the century.'
The rest of the evening past very quickly. Paul decided
it was time for him to leave but Amber said, 'Paul I
want you to take me tonight. I don't want to be alone
here with Mom. Take me to the guest room, and fuck the
hell out of me. Please! I'm tired of playing the game.
I want you to make violent, passionate love to me. Fuck
me fast, hard, make me cum and cum again. Please! I'm
begging you.'
'How can I resist that invitation. Lets go upstairs.
You lead. I want to see your perfect body as we waltz
down the hall. I really want you Amber. Your one of my
favorites now. I know you will do what is asked of you
and that you will learn.'
Once in the bedroom, Amber slowly stripped. She did her
best to mimic an exotic dancer. She wasn't of course,
practiced, but her efforts paid off. In minutes Paul
had a raging hard on. He threw her on the bed, and took
off her bra and panties before she could.
Then he fell on top of her. He kissed her, forced his
tongue into her mouth, then kissed her neck, and down
to her breasts. He sucked and tickled her nipples,
pulled on them gently and while his mouth was working
them his hands worked her pussy. He fingered her,
played with her clit and brought her to her first
climax.
'DO ME FUCK ME. DON'T MAKE ME BEG ANYMORE! GIVE ME YOUR
BIG COCK! DOOOO! MEEEEE!' Amber's orgasm raced through
her like a freight train. She bucked and kicked. When
she came down she pulled him on top of her and forced
his erection into her hot wet hole. 'FUCK ME YOU
ANIMAL! TAKE MY VIRGINITY!'
Paul had no choice. He could not get off her. She had
wrapped herself too tightly around him. He rammed his
cock into her with a force she never felt before. She
grunted and complained he was hurting her. But he was
too far gone to stop now. He drove into her, popped her
cherry and gave her another climax. 'FUCK ME! OMG! SOOO
GOOD! SOO GOOOODDDDDD!'
When it was over, he took her in his arms and comforted
her. 'I'm sorry if I hurt you.' 'No it is I who hurt
you. You wanted to wait, to teach me, to fondle me,
caress me, and be gentle with me. I guess I was too
impatient. I wanted to learn much earlier and well when
you began to teach me, I thought I would die.
Now I have lost something that I never really could
measure anyway. It was not important. What is important
that I saved it for my lover, my partner, my DEAR PAUL.
Don't ever leave me. Please!' 'Darling, I never will. I
promise to take care of you and your mother for as long
as the two of you live. I promise something else too. I
will never allow your mother to throw herself at me
again.'
With that statement Amber burst out laughing. 'Mom
usually get what she wants. I don't want to share you
but I would rather have that than have her on our bad
side. Mom can be one mean Bitch if she doesn't get her
way. Dad used to control her by beating her. I can
still hear her screams.'
'You needn't worry. There are other ways to control her
and provide for her needs. It will take a day or two
but I think I can get things settled.'
They fell asleep in each others arms.
Sometime during the night, Amber awoke and rolled over
on to Paul. She woke him and begged to be fucked again.
'Take me please. Let me ride you. Put in me deep! She
straddled him and put his cock deep into her pussy.
Take me Amber! Deep inside you! I'm so deep in you!
Deep! Amber, yeah, you feel so goodddd! I'm in you!
Yeses! Amber, at last I'm in you! You're so wet and
fuck me! Hard ride me Baby!"
For another five minutes, Paul moved his hard member
into and back out of her ruptured virginity, and with a
grunt, he unleashed his semen deep in Amber's sex,
"Aughhhh," Paul moaned, as he ejaculated. That night,
Paul taught Amber all he could about sex, and she took
to it with no regrets.
The next morning, Paul woke up from a hard slap across
his face. Moving from the bed, he looked at Amber, and
saw the evidence of her lost virginity. She moved and
once more slapped him across his face. "You son-of-a-
bitch! You fucked me! You took my cherry! I will never
marry you! Never! She stormed out of the room and went
to her own bedroom.
Things were working better than Paul could have hoped
for. Amber might call the whole thing off. That was a
good thing. She was too young and immature. But to be
safe in his position as President of the bank it had to
be her decision. He could not make it. He knocked on
her door and reminded her today was the funeral and she
he needed to be ready to go in about 3 hours. She
agreed to that then she said, 'I am not staying for the
burial. I will have my friends pick me up. I am
returning to New York. I never want to see you again.'
The funeral was a quiet affair if you can call over a
thousand people paying their respects quiet. When it
was over, Amber true to her word left with her friend
Jackie. After the burial he assured Denise was all
right and then went to his own home.
Paul checked his stock portfolio on his home computer
that was tied into the one in the bank, and he found he
had nearly forty five million dollars in Morgan stock
at the current price. That amount of stock put Paul in
control of fifty two percent of the outstanding shares,
allowing him to take total control of the bank. He
really did not want the Presidency so he opted to be
Chairman of the Board. That position assured him he
would maintain his interests, have a say in the way the
company was operated and yet could avoid the day to day
operations.
The next thing he did was to get the videos he took
from Harley's home and edit them. At least he told
himself he was editing them. Actually he just wanted to
see how good or bad things really were. He inserted the
first tape. Amber came on the screen. He watched in
disbelief as she entered her bedroom followed by her
father. 'Strip Bitch! Fast! On the bed now!
Amber took her clothing off, got on the bed and lay
there. It appeared she had tears in her eyes. Her
father, stood over her as he commanded her to play with
herself. Finger yourself. Make your self cum! Do it! If
you don't I will beat you to a pulp! She played with
herself while Harley watched. In a few moments he
walked out. He locked the bedroom door behind him
leaving her in her room.
Picking through the media, Paul found some were
lettered. Others numbered and others unmarked. When he
opened the player and removed the disk he observed it
had the letters H-A-M written on it. He assumed that
meant Harley Amber Masturbation.
Then he found one, that was noted, "A-P-BY-HJ-D -G-V-F.
That one turned out to be a record of his being with
Amber in the pool house the night of the party. She had
masturbated him and right after that they left the
camera's view. Or he thought they did. Instead he
watched himself walking back to the party, hiding, and
then the camera turned on Gill and Denise who were
caught copulating.
He watched as Denise partially removed her clothes. He
silently chided Gill for getting his sperm on her
dress. Denise and Gill walked nude, back into pool room
after cleaning off her dress. This time Paul watched as
Denise took the young boy deep and hard, as she moved
her legs up on his shoulders. Denise kept him locked in
her pussy, when he came the second time. Then she
waited a few minutes, sucked him, got him hard and had
him again. While they were together the third time she
learned he was a virgin. Denise asked Gill, "Are you
telling me you're an honest-to-god virgin' Your
serious' Gill?"
Watching the young boy as Denise had reached down and
was gripping his boyish hard on, Gill replied, "Yes,
I've never had sex before, and is it okay if I touch
your, your breast?" Paul had back spaced the disk so he
could view the young boy get his first time with a
woman, and knew that he wasn't likely to get anything
as good in the future.
Watching the disk and VHS tapes, it was apparent that
more than one camera was used in filming the various
rooms, and Paul could tell when Harley was at the
remote control devices as he captured the sex or other
acts on tape.
On another disk, he watched as Denise who was in her
bathroom, showered, got out of the tub, dried off and
then masturbated against the sink until she climaxed.
Close up views of her face made her look distorted. Her
face appeared to be like a candle that had melted.
Before Denise could finish Harley walked in on her.
Harley said, "You're so attractive, maybe I will do
you..."
"Harley, you know we can't, your sickness could spread
to me, tell me your only joking, please don't do that
to me..."
Another video showed Amber preparing her bath, trimming
her pubic hair, getting into the tub. There was even a
close up of her pussy.
Then came one of the most damning disks he had seen.
Amber must have been thirteen maybe fourteen. She was
in the study and again Paul noticed there were tears in
her eyes. There was a man Paul did not recognize with
her in the room. He was watching lecherously as she
stripped in front of him. He saw the man turn and say,
'You aren't lying. She is a super girl. Very beautiful.
Nicely proportioned.'
Then another voice, 'She will do whatever pleases you.
But she is not to be taken vaginally.'
'Daddy Please! Don't make me do this. I beg you!
Please!'
'You'll do as your told! Anymore back talk and I will
punish you! Understood!' The anger could be plainly
heard.
The screen showed Amber, having the man put his dick in
her mouth and later he took her anally. During the time
she was with him, the man, whom Paul now realized was
Mr. Jordan, forced her to do everything he wished. When
she didn't her father came in and hit her with his
belt. By the time Jordan was finished, Amber was a mass
of welts. When they left her, she was bleeding from her
butt and crying uncontrollably. 'I will finish what was
started here in a little while.' It was so disgusting,
Paul popped out the disk and went looking for another.
Making a quick glance at the abbreviations used as
titles on the disk, Paul picked up one that drew his
interest, A-11. My god, don't tell me that Harley has
someone doing his daughter at eleven. Inserting the
disk in the player, he watched as Amber entered her
room, and got ready for bed. She got on the bed, and
then a door opened and an older boy entered. For the
next hour of the recoding, Paul watched as the boy and
Amber explored each other's bodies. When the boy tried
to push his prick up inside her tiny hairless sex,
Amber cried out, "No Jerry, you can't put it in me, I
might become pregnant."
I must remember to find out who Jerry was, and what
happened to him, Paul made a mental note to himself.
Next he found a tape marked A-B. Paul noted it was in
the front of the other tapes in the box. He began
watching, skipping the empty rooms and found one of
Amber walking around her room nude. He reversed the
tape and watched as a black man entered her room. Again
he noted she was crying.
She begged him not to hurt her. She was not speaking
clearly enough for the microphones to pick up what she
was saying. He watched as she sucked the man's member.
Then he pushed her down on the bed and placed his
hardness between her breasts. He shot his cum all over
her face and into her hair. Then he let her suck him to
hardness again. Apparently she allowed him entrance to
her pussy as Paul watched the man enter her sex. But he
noticed the man stopped short and waited until Amber
had a good cum. Then he shot off all over her labia,
belly and breasts. Finally, he stopped and pulled his
pants back into place. Amber, was on her bed crying and
begging the man to just go away or so it seemed to
Paul.
Paul decided the decent thing to do with this damning
evidence was to destroy it. Harley had destroyed
himself and his family. Paul saw no reason to further
antagonize the situation. After all the police had no
idea of the existence of the room or the tapes. If they
had they would have charged either Amber or Denise with
murder. It was best he thought if they were simply
gone.
It was some months later, that Paul met Amber at Grand
Central Station. He was getting ready to go to a
meeting and she had just gotten into town. He was quite
surprised to see her and invited her to have a drink
with him at the restaurant on the concourse.
'Amber, how nice to see you again. Your looking very
well.'
'Thank you, Paul. Your looking well too. You didn't
just want to talk to me and say hello. I know you have
something else on your mind.'
'As a matter of fact, I do. I would like you to tell me
about Jerry.' Amber's face turned white as a sheet.
'How did you find out?' she stammered. 'Daddy said no
one would ever find out.' She shook in terror.
'Don't worry no one else knows. Who was he what
happened to him?' 'He was my first boy. I wanted him to
play with me sexually. I thought I loved him and I was
going to give myself to him.'
'Go on.'
'Daddy interrupted us. I never knew how he found out,
but he threw the boy off a balcony. Then he had the
body taken care of. He told me if I ever did anything
like that again it would only be because he would want
me to. What you did not see was what he did to me that
night. He burned my ass with one of his cigars. He told
me I would get worse if he ever caught another boy in
my room.'
Then she broke down and began to cry. Paul took her in
his arms and held her. A waitress brought over a glass
of water. They both tried to comfort the sobbing girl.
After that encounter, Paul did not see Amber for some
time. He tried to keep tabs on her but she and he were
on different paths. He also tried to keep an eye on
Denise. But she was doing so much drinking that she was
out of it most of the time. He would occasionally go to
the Morgan home, and try to make sure she was eating,
but when he did she was so sloshed, he usually just
left.
His life seemed empty. The one girl he really loved had
died in a plane crash.
There was his work but that too was at this point
routine and empty. There was just no one in his life to
share his triumphs and tragedies with. Then one
afternoon, while he was particularly feeling down and
out, the phone rang.
He answered, 'Paul here.'
'Do you know who this is? I am going to give you three
guesses.'
Paul began to perk up. Then it dawned on him. It was
Jean Ann. 'I thought you were dead. They said there
were no survivors. I was given your personal effects I
thought. What! How! I don't understand!'
'May I come see you? Please! I have a lot to tell you.'
'By all means. Please come. Right now if you must. You
know where I am?'
'No.'
'I am in the Morgan bank right on Wall Street. Not to
far from the exchange. I will call the guards and tell
them to make sure to let you in. I am on the top floor.
No I will meet you in the lobby.!'
'I can be there in less than ten minutes.'
'I will be at the door.'
Suddenly his whole life was changed. The one girl he
had truly loved had returned from the dead. But how,
what, why, and all the other questions would have to
wait. He got his coat and went to the elevators. He got
on and got to the lobby in time to see her step out of
the cab. He opened the door and she just fell into his
arms. After a scene of what could only be called, porn,
they decided they had to go to Paul's home.
On the way, Jean Ann, explained what happened. 'The
plane crashed in Pennsylvania. When it did, it split in
two. I was in the rear, with one or two others and we
all managed to get out. We walked some distance away
from the crash before anyone came to our rescue. At the
same time, there was a severe traffic accident on the
Pennsylvania Turnpike.
The police thought we were from that wreck and refused
to believe we had been anywhere near the plane. We were
held as witnesses of the traffic accident for a time,
released and then it was a long time before I could get
my identity restored as everyone had decided I was
dead. You would not believe the trials I had to go
through with Social Security. It took ages to get them
to realize I really was alive.'
'Paul, is your offer still open?'
Paul was ecstatic. 'Oh! Jean Ann! Of course it is. I
will never, ever, let you go again. Certainly, we can
marry any time you wish. I have been empty and lonely
without you. I missed your subtle ways, and warm smile,
your caring, and your attention to details. Oh Jean
Ann, let me hold you.'
He held her and then quietly led her upstairs to his
bedroom. She gasped when she saw it. Her things were
just where she had left them those many months ago.
'You never gave up hope. You were ever the optimist.
Now you are mine forever. Paul I will never leave you
again!'
They made violent, passionate love all afternoon. When
they finally came up for air, it was only because the
phone was ringing. It was Amber. 'Paul, Mother is very
ill, she is so drunk, and so sick, I don't know what to
do. Please Paul can you come and help. PLEASE!'
'Jean Ann, I have to go and take care of Mrs. Morgan
and her daughter. I shall return as quickly as I can.
If it gets too late you make dinner for yourself and I
will eat when I return. The house is yours. You are
welcome to stay as long,' She broke in, 'I will be
here. I will always be here. There is no one else for
me or anywhere for me to go.'
Paul got into his car and went to the Morgan home. When
he arrived, he found Denise, on the floor. At first, he
thought she was just passed out, but closer examination
showed she was dead. 'Amber call 911. She is dead.
There is nothing you can do.' Amber broke down. She
wailed and cried and got so upset Paul went to get her
a sedative. She waited until the authorities arrived.
When they did she was able to answer all their
questions.
After they left she began to cry again. Paul tried to
comfort her but all she could say was she was alone and
there was no one and nobody. Even Paul who had at one
time been in love with her could not bring her out of
her depression. She told him she was going upstairs to
her room. He heard a thud and ran up just in time to
see her fall on the floor a knife in her abdomen.
She had done the deed properly. There was nothing
anyone could have done to save her. Paul called the
police again and told them to come at once. Again the
authorities had a death that they tried to say was
murder, but had to rule suicide. The entire Morgan
family was now just part of the historical record.
When he returned home, Jean Ann was waiting for him. He
went into the living room sat in his favorite chair,
then broke down. 'Why, they had it all, Why was he such
a prick, he destroyed himself, his wife and his
daughter. Why does money corrupt that easily?' He went
on, 'I try to make sense of all this and all I get is
more confused. Here is a very devoted woman, tortured
by her husband's demons, powerless to take care of her
daughter or to run, what had he done to her.'
Jean Ann listened and then went and cuddled next to
him. 'Paul, my dream of an education is still there, I
want to be your wife, to make children with you, and to
carry your name. I think we need to leave this place,
this city, and go somewhere where no one knows who we
are or our back grounds. Paul, lets leave.'
For once, Paul readily agreed. The Morgan bank would
run without him. He had the where with all to do about
anything he wanted. He decided to make the
arrangements.
The next day he went to his office and called a Board
Meeting. "Gentlemen, as a fairly newcomer to the bank,
having been her only a few years, I believe I must
resign from the position as President and Chief
Financial Officer. I am not going to say why other than
it is for personal reasons.
"Mr. Sanderson is my choice as successor for Financial
Officer, Mr. Martin and Mr. Zimmerman would serve you
well as President and Vice President. I will be
available as Chairman of the Board, but I do not expect
to be present for any of the meetings unless the bank
falls on hard times. I am sure you will approve the
changes as I have controlling interest here."
There was an audible gasp from the Board members as
Paul demonstrated to them just how many shares he held.
After all the members examined the proposal carefully
there was unanimous agreement. Paul left the bank and
never looked back.
When he arrived home, he found Jean Ann had packed his
bags and hers. What little there was of hers. In less
than an hour, he had his big SUV rolling down the
interstate and headed west. They had made no plans so
they were free to go where they chose. At a place
called Paradise, Pennsylvania they stopped for the
night. In the morning they went on. The last anyone
heard of them they were half way across the United
States.
From there... their trail went cold.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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