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 DOTS AND DASHES OF COLOR Chapter Eight
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   This is the eighth chapter of a story that has grown well beyond its
intended length and subject matter.  I am no longer writing it - it is
writing itself.  My fingers are slaves to my imagination.

   Harvey and his daughter Annie joined Harry Cocksworth and his twin
daughters at an overnight private party.  Arcuda Zenellis, chairman of an
international conglomerate, is celebrating his company's new invention, an
adhesive named FasTack, and his daughter Saroya's 22nd birthday.  Zenellis
has offered $50,000 to each father who suggests a use for FasTack, plus an
additional $50,000 if the father fucks someone else's daughter, under the
guise of "mentoring."

   Mr.  Marcus has discovered Zenellis's plot to extract vital product
ideas from his guests and then blackmail them with videos of their sexual
activities with other guest's daughters.  Having stolen the disk drives
that held the captured videos, Mr.  Marcus found Harry and his daughters
grinding sex organs, but with a large towel gasket to prevent full
penetration of Harry's prodigious prick.  After entering their product
ideas in Zenellis's local computer terminals, Mr.  Marcus and Harry bedded
down for the night, leaving their daughters asleep in Harry's room.

   * * * * * * * * *

   Harry snored like a buzzsaw.  Maybe that's the way I sounded to
Harriett. Lord knows she complains about it enough.

   Just a hint of sunlight, plus a full bladder, was enough to get me out
of bed.  The toilet flushed like a monsoon, but Harry was out like a light.
No wonder, all of the exercise he got with our three girls the previous
evening.

   It was too early to eat, so I decided to use the swimming pool before it
got crowded or turned into an orgy. Not that I didn't want a good fuck. The
start of a highly anticipated one with Brandi, and the attempted wrapping
of Saroya, not to mention Lore's advances, well, I needed a release.  But
with cameras all over the place, I didn't want to give Zenellis anything to
hold over me.

   The girls, on the other hand, had been satisfied by me, their father,
the desk clerk and who knows who else. Saroya was a companion for another
day, perhaps. And, Harry's wife was an opportunity lost. I hadn't prevented
Harry from fucking his daughters, the price of admission.

   The pool was unoccupied and just cool enough to make my skin tingle but
not freeze me out. I was floating on my back, enjoying the peace and quiet
when the tall young woman with extraordinary eyes padded along the side,
waving.  She wore a tiny bikini, with two small lumps beneath the upper
patches of material, and her bottoms hanging from pronounced hipbones. 
There wasn't much meat on this girl.

   "Hello?  Hi?"

   I pretended to ignore her.  After all, was there any upside in building
a relationship now?  It was all risks and no reward.

   She dove in and swam over. At her height, only our faces showed, and we
could both stand.  She adjusted her top, which held two shot-glass-sized
breasts.  "Hi," she repeated. I'd never gotten her name.  "You're ?"

   "Carol." She was shaking and twitching.  Was the water that cold, or was
she that nervous?

   "I remember you from the cocktail party." Maybe that would put her at
ease.  "What's up?" Under the water, my dick, partially.

   "You're a hard guy to find."

   She had no idea how hard.  I couldn't take my eyes off hers.  They were
like magnets.

   She continued, "Well, see, last night, I was supposed to come to your
room.  You were supposed to be my mentor."

   "I was?" That's why she'd cruised the hallway.  "But you didn't stop. 
How come?"

   "I'm not the smartest bean in the pod.  I was sure I'd make a mess of
the whole mentor/mentee thing.  Are you angry?"

   "No.  I had my hands full last night, despite your decision.  But thanks
for telling me." I expected her to swim off, but she stood her ground.

   "Some of the other girls and me were chatting, last night and this
morning at breakfast.  And they said stuff, from last night."

   I didn't know the hotel served breakfast this early, or I might have
opted for food in place of a swim.  Girl gossip is a dangerous thing. 
"Really?"

   "They said, oh God, I can't believe I'm telling you this.  They said
that some of the fathers got naked, and did things with them."

   Precisely what Zenellis wanted.  "No kidding!"

   "No!  I was just wondering, oh hell, why can't I say it?  If I'd shown
up, would we have gotten naked and done stuff?" Her face was red.

   Of course.  "I don't know.  Would you have wanted to?"

   She leaned closer, putting one hand flat on my chest.  "I think so. 
This is like, so awkward.  Is it too late?"

   So, this young woman whose eyes I'd fallen into was asking me to get
physical with her.  "Are you sure?  I don't want to force you or anything."

   "It's just, well, I haven't dated much.  The boys seem to like girls
with bigger breasts." The small lumps under her top bore witness.

   "I think a woman can be attractive without large breasts." I looked deep
in her eyes.  I believed it.  I hoped she did too.  "But I need to be sure
you're serious.  That, if we go back to my room, you won't run out
screaming if I suggest we take our clothes off."

   "Oh, I won't.  I am." Her hand returned to my chest.

   "All right then, prove it.  Put your hand on my penis." A reasonable
request, given the circumstances.

   Her face got redder.  "Here?  Right now?"

   "No one will see what you do under water.  Or were you just teasing me?"

   "No, I wasn't teasing." Her hand left my chest and touched my thigh.

   "A little to the right."

   "Silly, I know where it is." She smiled as she slid her hand over.  I
was almost at full length, bent in my swim trunks.

   "You've got a stiffie!" Without hesitation, she slid her hand into my
trunks.  My erection popped free.  Her fingertips danced over the head. 
"The tip feels like a light bulb."

   No one had ever used that analogy before.  She continued to toy with my
dick, running her fingers up and down.

   "My turn," I announced.  I reached to touch her thigh.  She jumped back,
out of reach.  "I was right.  You're a prick teaser."

   Her grin widened.  "You surprised me is all." She moved back into range.
I slid my hand into her bikini bottoms.  I felt bones as I reached lower.
She'd shaved.  I snuck a finger between her cunt lips.  They were flat,
almost non-existent.

   "No one ever touched me down there." Carol grimaced.  "Besides me." Her
hand surrounded the tip of my penis and made short strokes.  "Is this
right?" Her touch was gentle.

   'Oh yes, very nice." I slipped one finger into the crease.  She was dry,
but the pool water provided some lubrication.  I flicked back and forth,
hoping I'd stimulate her as well as she was doing me.

   She bobbed up and down, as if to impale herself deeper on my finger.  I
obliged.  Now it was halfway in.  Carol bounced, eyes shut, attempting to
fuck herself on my digit.  Meanwhile, she was tugging the head of my dick,
over and over.

   My words were breathy.  "Are you trying get me to cum, right here?"

   "Cum?  Oh God, you're going to spurt?  I'm doing it right?"

   I thrust a second finger up her pussy and dragged my finger in the
vicinity of her clit.  "Couldn't be better!" I pushed my face at hers and
kissed her with an urgency I didn't expect.

   She let my dick bob free.  "Let's go to your room, now."

   I had been so close to climax.  This was torture.  "Why not here?  We
can slip off our suits -"

   "I want to do it proper the first time, in a bed and everything." She
was pouting.

   We waded through the deep water to the edge.  She threw a leg up as she
climbed out.  Her exposed cunt lips peeked out from her displaced bottoms.
I pushed up on my arms and followed, grabbing the closest towel to hide my
condition.

   She knew right where the room was.  I prayed that Harry had gotten up
and gone to breakfast and not back to his room to fuck our daughters.  Oh
well, who was I to complain?

   In the room, Carol stood, hands behind her back, slightly pigeon-toed.
Was that her normal condition or had I caused it with my finger fucking? 
Her hair was stringy wet and kind of sexy.

   First things first.  I scanned the ceiling for the camera hole.  I
grabbed a screwdriver and bounced up and down on the bed, poking holes in
the ceiling.  After a dozen or so bounces, the camera hung loose by its
wires.  I jerked the evil eye from the ceiling, ripping a line of plaster
in its wake.  A quick clip severed the camera from its power and signal
lines.  I had privacy.

   "One thing.  I have to keep my top on.  I don't want you to see my
titties," she warned.

   She was right.  You could hardly call those lumps under her top breasts.


   "All right."

   "And you have to keep your eyes closed."

   My erection was painful.  I needed relief.  Would she jerk me off, or
let me climb between her bony hips?  "Fine."

   I noticed that both Saroya and Zenellis had left their silver tubes
laying on the floor.  Like father, like daughter, I guess.  Maybe they have
people who follow them around and pick up after them?  I opened the
nightstand drawer and tossed the tubes in.  "You'll find what you need in
here."

   I dropped my trunks and laid back on the bed, erection like a flagpole.
I closed my eyes.  "Okay, I'm ready." I felt Carol climb on the bed after a
minute of faint noise.  Had she removed her bikini?  I felt her fingers on
my dick, slowly sliding the full length.

   "It didn't feel this big in the pool." Her exploration was too mild.  I
wanted her to go back to the vigorous thumping that almost got me off.  I
reached out, hoping to grab her, touch her, get her excited again.  My hand
touched bare flesh.  An arm?  A leg?  I couldn't be sure.

   Her legs rubbed against the outside of mine.  "The other girls said some
of the fathers rubbed their stiffies against their pussies.  Is that okay?"

   More than okay!  "If that's what you'd like."

   The bed bounced as she wiggled closer.  There was pressure on the tip of
my prick against something.  "How's that?"

   "Nice.  Can I put it in, just a little?"

   All the way, baby!  "Sure, but you might want to use something from the
drawer." No sense in getting this na*ve virgin pregnant.

   I felt her shift again, reaching across me to get at the condoms.

   "Oh goodie.  This is what my father uses."

   There was no ripping sound, nor was she sliding a sheath over my
erection.  Instead, one finger, maybe two, were applying something cool.  A
gel?  I didn't remember any lubricants in the drawer.

   I was tempted to open my eyes and see what she was doing, but if I was
caught, I knew she's bolt.  The sensation of her fingers running up and
down my erection was just too good.

   I felt the pressure again.  There were no bottoms, just bare skin.  She
pressed harder, and I raised my hips a bit to help.  "Ouch.  I need some
more." Her fingers returned, again with some gel.  "That should do it."
Something hit the nightstand.  Carol repositioned herself.  "Push a
little." I did, and made some forward progress.  She was coming down and I
was pushing up.  The combination planted me halfway in, more than just the
little bit she's asked for.  Her pussy was throbbing.  I could feel the
blood vessels pulsing around my dick, massaging it, keeping it hard.

   "Don't move," she ordered.  "I just want to see how it feels inside."
She squeezed her pussy.  "Ooh, I didn't think it would fit.  They were
right.  It feels real good."

   This was pleasant, but motion would be so much better.  I'd had my dick
in at least two girls within the last 24 hours but no ejaculation.  I was
aching.  My balls needed a release.

   "That's enough." Carol pulled back.

   Huh?  Is that all she wanted?  I knew she was a prick teaser from the
moment I looked at her.  Despite Carol's movement, we didn't decouple.  My
prick stayed firmly lodged.

   "Okay, you can take it out now." Carol's lifts and jerks didn't change
the situation.

   I scooted up on the bed, but I felt her body drag along.

   "Hey!  Cut it out!" she cried.

   The hell with my promise.  I opened my eyes.  Carol was straddling me as
I expected.  My dick had been coated with two colors of gel.  I glanced to
the right.  Zenellis's tube of lubricant and Saroya's tube of FasTack lay
on the nightstand.

   "Did you use those?"

   "Sure.  You said what I needed was in the drawer.  When I saw my mom and
dad going it, they used a lubricant.  When I play with myself, I use
Vaseline."

   "One of those was a lubricant, but the other was an adhesive.  You've
glued us together!"

   Carol lifted a leg and tried to stand but my hips came off the bed. 
"Hey, that hurts!" I shouted.

   She twitched and turned, eyes wide, mouth open as if to scream.  No
matter which way she moved, we were a couple.  Well, coupled.  "You have to
get it out.  Please take it out!  Oh God!"

   Carol was frightened beyond rational thought.  I was a bit freaked
myself.  As the adult, I had to maintain some semblance of sanity during
this insane situation.  "Maybe we can break the bond without damaging
either of us."

   She was looking in all directions, as if someone would appear, throw a
bucket of cold water on us, and we'd separate.  "What?  What?"

   "If I move my penis in and out, maybe that will do the trick."
Certainly, sitting there with a skinny young woman glued to my groin wasn't
going to solve itself, even if it was a pleasure looking into her eyes. 
"You'll have to push down while I push up, like we did before," I
explained.

   Because the outer skin of my penis was glued to Carol's cunt, my dick
could still slide in and out.  Carol grunted as she pressed, but with her
meager weight and my position, there was no leverage.

   "We need to roll over."

   "Huh?"

   "I'm heavier.  Maybe I can make some progress.  On three."

   We rolled as one.

   "Ouch, that hurt!" she cried.  "You put all of your weight on my thigh.
You probably left a bruise."

   A small problem in light of our situation.  In the process, Carol's
bikini top had shifted.  One tit, about the size of a ping-pong ball, was
exposed.  It was 90% areola and nipple.  Quite erotic.  I felt my trapped
penis pulse.  "Hold on." Carol chose my ass.  I leaned in.  The first four
inches was rubbing inside her, but the adhesion persisted.  I pulled back,
using my knees for leverage.

   "When you move, it feels like you're pulling my pussy inside out."

   "Maybe smaller movements." Saroya's dress had come apart after several
trips under the bed.  Perhaps repetitive movement would work.  I envisioned
a car piston, moving up and back.  I repeated short thrusts, over and over.
Carol's pussy obliged by rubbing against my prick, the part that was inside
her.  Maybe we were only stuck around the entrance?  There!  Was that
progress?  Had I inched my way deeper into her pussy?  I pulled back, with
no success.  One more time.  Push.  Yes!  The bond was loosening, or my
imagination was getting the better of me.

   "You're going deeper!"

   "Yes, but the glue is breaking free."

   "So pull out!"

   I scooted back but Carol slid down the bed with me.  And, her bikini top
rolled up.  Now both of her tits were exposed.  Had she noticed?

   "Maybe if you moved with me, this would go faster."

   "I can't." There were tears in her eyes.  "I just wanted to feel what
the others felt, that's all.  I didn't want this."

   Now she tells me.  What did she expect, putting it in 'just a little'?
What's wrong with young women these days?  "It's a bit late for that,
sweetie."

   "Anyway, I'm too scared to be excited."

   Her inflated nipples told a different story.  I'd never put a woman's
whole breast in my mouth at the same time.  What the hell, when would I
ever have this chance again?  I leaned forward and sucked one tit into my
mouth, carefully shielding my teeth.

   "Hey!  What are you doing?"

   I thought it was quite obvious.  I tongued the nubbin as I sucked.

   "Get your mouth off -"

   I dragged my tongue over the surface.

   "Stop it!"

   Carol's hips wiggled.  She pressed harder against me.  I went deeper
into her cunt, then pulled back.  Yes!  We had bidirectional movement. 
Some more in, a little out.

   Carol's pleas turned to coos, then moans.  Perhaps no one had tested the
sensitivity of her two stubby tits.

   After a dozen or so slides, Carol asked, "Is this fucking?"

   "Yes," I panted, "This is fucking.  How does it feel?"

   "Some of the others, ooh, they tried to tell me, ooh, but this -"

   I did the same to her other tit, sucking hard and stimulating the
nipple.

   "Oh God, oh God." Carol wrapped her legs around mine, bouncing as if we
were on a trampoline.  "Fuck me!"

   I was.  Fucking her, that is.  My strokes were longer, deeper, with no
more withdrawal.  But I was concentrating on in and out, not just out.

   "Do you like fucking me?" she asked.  The tears had stopped, replaced by
a pleading expression.

   It took no thought.  "Yes.  I do.  I love fucking you." I was drowning
in her eyes.

   "Then fuck me, and don't stop."

   This scared little girl had become a horny devil.  If she wanted to be
fucked, and I was going to fuck her, no reason to hold back.  I threw
myself into it, kissing her face, sparring with her tongue, licking her
nipples.  It was all too much.  My balls churned.  I was going to cum, not
just a dribble, but gushes, deep in this woman's cunt.  Then it struck me,
we weren't using protection.  Was she on the pill?  The adhesive had me
trapped, what was the point in asking?  I had to pray she wasn't fertile,
and that timing was on my side.

   I worked my hand down between us.  Her hand was already there,
stimulating herself, so I grabbed her ass.  "Oh, this is so good.  It's
never felt like this." I expected she meant masturbation, not in comparison
with another sex partner.  "Don't stop.  Oh God!""

   Who was I to argue?  I was moments from cumming.  When her fingertips
grazed my balls, which was all it took.  I pressed in as hard as I could,
two, three, four deliberate thrusts, each one delivering a slimy gift.

   "Wow!  That was awesome!" Carol kissed me on my lips.  The innocence was
gone from her eyes.  Now they reflected sensuality from her first real
experience.  My penis refused to shrink, and we were still glued together.

   The door to my room burst open.  Hadn't I locked it?  Of course I had,
but that didn't stop the intruders, Zenellis with the same two guys as
before, marching into the room, stopping at the edge of the bed.

   The techie assistant with the PDA whispered in Zenellis's ear. 
"Finally, Mr.  Marcus, you are with your assigned young woman.  Don't
worry, my dear, I will treat this as mutual consent, even if he dragged you
here and -"

   "I consented," interrupted Carol.  "Except we kinda got stuck." I raised
up, and her hips followed.

   Zenellis glanced at the empty tubes on the nightstand and laughed. 
"Quite an inventive use of FasTack, I must admit.  Bonding yourself to a
young lady for prolonged intercourse." He snapped his fingers.  The brute
beside him reached into a coat pocket and produced a spray bottle.  "Always
good to have the antidote, hmm?" He took the bottle from his bodyguard. 
"Up, please."

   I made some space between me and Carol's body.  Zenellis pumped the
spray twice.  The liquid tingled, and my dick popped from her cunt.

   "There!  All better," said Zenellis.  His eyes moved to the ceiling. 
"Too bad we couldn't record your performance for posterity.  Don't worry
about confirmation." He addressed his geek assistant.  "Credit $25,000 to
Carol's father's account."

   I sat up and pulled a sheet over my groin.  I've never been an
exhibitionist.  Just horny and lucky.

   Sure enough, Carol had a bruise on one thigh.  She repositioned her top
and slid off the bed.  She reached down between her thighs.  "Ooh, you left
a mess."

   It was my sperm, mixed with remnants of lubricant and adhesive.

   Zenellis snatched Carol's bikini bottoms from the floor.  "This is
yours?"

   She grabbed it and skittered off to the bathroom to clean up.

   "Was this your big idea, Mr.  Marcus?  FasTack as a sexual aid? 
Because, if so, I am deeply disappointed.  Amused, for certain, but
disappointed.  I will compensate you at the standard rate -"

   Zenellis stopped in mid-sentence when Carol returned from the bathroom,
barely covered.  He took her hand and kissed it.  "Perhaps I made an
impulsive selection this year.  I hope to see you again, my dear." He'd
take Carol over Annie?  Shmuck, and a stubby one at that.

   Carol pulled away, came towards the bed, leaned over and kissed me.

   "Are you going to report back to your friends?" I asked.

   "Nope." She kissed me again.  "This was just between us."

   And Zenellis and his two stooges, of course.  "Good."

   Carol walked out, with a bounce to her hips I hadn't noticed before.  I
wondered what young man, or adult for that matter, was going to benefit
from Carol's new sensuality?  I'd bet she'd fuck someone else before she
left the premises.

   I turned my attention to Zenellis.  Three on one were lousy odds, and me
naked at that.  "That wasn't my FasTack idea, and I won't accept your
standard compensation, not for what I have."

   Zenellis folded his arms across his chest.  "You are very sure of
yourself, Mr. Marcus. Can I call you Harvey? It's better if we are
familiar, so that things do not become personal."

   Zenellis's logic escaped me. Blackmail was probably the most personal
crime I could think of, next to murder.  "Sure, call me whatever.  Fact is,
I have a phenominal application idea for FasTack. It will make you
billions! Giving it away for a measley $50,000 is crazy. So, I can let the
idea die right here, or we can to some more reasonable terms. Interested?"

   "I am always interested in money.  But how can we proceed? If you tell
me the idea, I can always claim that it was already suggested, or that my
own people came up with it months ago."

   No risk, no reward, isn't that the rule?  "I may be a fool, but I'm
trusting you. You may be a thief, stealing people's ideas for pennies, but
I judge you're an honest man."

   "An honest thief!" Zenellis slapped his techie on the back and laughed.
The techie's glasses flew off.  He went down on his knees to locate them.
"Marvelous!"

   "You said it earlier. Wasted opportunities are a sin, and this product
idea shouldn't be wasted." Here's goes nothing. "Ready?  My idea is medical
adhesive. FasTack replace stitches. Imagine a temporary binding that can
easily be reopened, if necessary."

   Zenellis stood silent.

   "You've heard this before?"

   "You are a good judge of character, Harvey.  I won't lie to you.  No.
Quite novel.  And for this billion-dollar idea, you will receive standard
compensation, $50,000.  Thank you, and good day." Zenellis moved toward the
door with his two companions.

   "Not so fast!" Time to turn the tables on this blackmailer.  "You don't
want your Board of Directors or stockholders to know what you've done here,
do you?"

   "Grab a marvelous idea for a pittance?  They'll reward me for such
cunning.  You were correct, Harvey.  You are a fool."

   If I wasn't already pissed at Zenellis, that tipped the scale.  "I don't
mean stealing my idea.  I mean orchestrating this fuckfest and videotaping
it.  Would they give you a large bonus for that?"

   Zenellis's cohorts had already left the room and he was halfway through
the door.  "Your feeble word against mine.  Others tried and failed. 
You'll suffer the same fate." The door was half closed.

   I had to shout.  "Did they have proof?  Like videos from your little sex
camp?"

   Zenellis pushed the door open and spun back to face me, his face red, or
at least browner.  "What?"

   "I swiped your disk array, with all of the captured video feeds.
Including the one where you fuck little Brandi's ass with your dinky dick."
Finally, I got to demean someone else's organ. It felt good. And, I had
Zenellis's undivided attention.

   "Impossible!  The room was guarded, and I had a technician babysitting
the equipment."

   "Well, when I walked up, the guard had deserted his post, and after
forcing the lock, the room was unoccupied.  Maybe your babysitter was in
the bathroom or something.  Anyway, it was almost too easy." I had to make
sure Lore was in the clear.

   Zenellis strode back into the room, one arm waving.  It looked like he
was going to sick his brute on me, except the brute was nowhere in sight.
"The disk drives.  Where are they?"

   "Gone from here. Someplace you'll never find them."

   "I don't believe you." But, he stood there, waiting, perhaps for the
next shoe to drop?

   "Fine. I'll just send a tape to your Board of Directors and we'll see."

   Zenellis was sweating and breathing heavily. "All right. All right." He
grabbed the desk chair and plopped down.  And, he swung the door shut,
leaving us alone.  For the first time since I'd met him, he looked like
he'd been thrown for a loop.  "Suppose, just suppose you have this
evidence. I have records, swiped ID cards, that document these as
concentual unions."

   I had the trump card.  "I don't remember you swiping a card in my room
when you butt-fucked Miss Cocksworth. Nope." Hoisted by his own peccadillo.

   Zenellis slumped.  I had him, dead to rights. "So, how much do you want,
in exchange for the disk drives? Name the amount."

   These high rollers, always thinking they can buy their way out of a
mess. "Oh, you're never getting them back. I might give them to Saroya,
when I think she's ready for them."

   He bolted from the chair, fists clenched.  "No! She cannot know."

   Too late, pal. "She's very smart, smarter than you give her credit for.
You don't think she knows what's been happening all these years? And, that
she's been left out, intentionally?"

   Zenellis retreated to his chair.  "It was for her own good. I needed to
build the business in a cost effective manner. Besides, our product
development department stinks."

   Why didn't he just fire them?  "And what does fucking and filming have
to do with that?"

   "The first year, there were no mentors. I gathered ideas, simply, in
well-run brainstorming sessions. Subsequently, when products came out, and
people, smart people like you, saw how much the company was making, they
came to me for their share, and threatening to make trouble if I didn't
compensate them. But I couldn't.  The profits were needed to grow the
business.  So I thought, I need leverage. If I had something over these
people, next time they wouldn't dare challenge me."

   "Like I'm challenging you, right?"

   Zenellis nodded.

   "So how did you decide on father/daughter swapping?"

   "My Chemistry Division came up with an aerosol that promotes natural
pheromones.  It failed the FDA.  They said the results were unpredictable.
But in our testing, we found that the researchers had a predilection to
flirting, even sexual intercourse, despite knowing they were being
videotaped during the testing."

   So that's what made the fathers susceptible to the drugged young ladies.
Probably piped in through the air vents.  Did that make sex with
skin-and-bones Carol so erotic?

   Zenellis hung his head. "You still haven't named your terms. I'll write
you a check. Just tell me, am I to be blackmailed for the rest of my life?
Threatened by humiliation at your whim? Or will you merely name your share
of the profits?  Fifty percent perhaps?"

   "Five percent of net proceeds."

   Zenellis shook his head and leaned closer.  "Did you say five?"

   "You heard me. This will make billions, but there are development costs,
marketing costs, clinical trials, FDA approvals - this is all hard stuff
that will take time and effort - by you! Five percent is reasonable."

   A smile crept across Zenellis's face.  "A businessman after my own
heart."

   "I'm not anything like you." I'd never admit to him that we shared a
desire for younger women. "But you don't get off that easy.  There are a
few other things."

   "Of course, I should have expected this.  An executive position at the
company, with an appropriately large salary?"

   "Hell no!  I don't want to work with you, or even see you again.  You'll
do funds transfers to me, once the products are being delivered."

   Zenellis stood, opened the door and dragged his techie in.  "Then, name
your terms, and Palmquist will record them."

   "I want you to promise that there will be no retribution against Harry
Cocksworth, who invited me to this affair."

   "He did not invite you. I did. Mr. Cocksworth was only doing what I'd
asked. Not an issue."

   Hmmm. What did old Zenellis know about me? If he had some dirt, he
wasn't using it to fight back.

   "What else?" Zenellis asked.

   "There's a young lady in your organization. Lorraine Ambury. You'll
promote her to Product Manager."

   "All right.  Over what?"

   "The division that develops the FasTack Stitchless Wound Binding
Adhesive." Lousy name, maybe a deadhead in Marketing could come up with
something snappier.

   "Terrific.  I am assigning someone I don't know to head up one of my
biggest new divisions.  Is that it, or are there more?"

   "No more of these get-togethers."

   "Agreed.  They have become more trouble than they are worth, especially
when the likes of you attend.  Done?"

   "One more thing.  Take your leash off Saroya. She's a big girl now, old
enough to make her own decisions." Like who takes her twenty-three year old
cherry.

   "No one tells me how to raise my daughter!" Zenellis shouted.

   I'd hit a raw nerve.  Understandable.  I don't like people talking about
Annie.  "Take a look.  She's already a grown woman, and quite beautiful."

   Zenellis raised an eyebrow.

   "And no, I didn't lay a hand on her," I continued.  Technically, that
wasn't true, but in context it was.  "But if she would have asked -"

   "Pig!"

   He should talk.  "Tell me, did you tape your sexual liaison with Annie?"

   Zenellis took a deep breath.  I had him and my daughter on tape as well!
"I'll have my attorney draw up the papers.  Five percent?  Ha!  I would
have agreed to ten!  Amateur!" Zenellis laughed and strutted out, like he'd
been the winner.  Maybe with a billion dollar idea in his pocket, he was.
____________________________________________________________

   When we loaded up Harry's vehicle, I grabbed the front seat, so I
wouldn't have to fend off the twins again.  I didn't know about anybody
else, but I was sexually fatigued.  A weekend away sounded nice, except I'd
just had one.  The ride back home was exceptionally quiet.  I suppose the
girls were all curious about what would happen next.

   Harry verbalized it for all of us.  "We've just had a one-of-a-kind
adventure.  And we all enjoyed ourselves, right?  But, what happens in
Wisconsin, stays in Wisconsin.  Right?"

   There was a collective sigh of relief.  Neither Harry nor I wanted
Harriett or Joy to learn our intimacy with our daughters, or any other
females we may have sampled for that matter.

   Harry continued, "One thing, though.  I promised Harvey that, since I
had sex with Annie, he could sleep with Randi."

   Brandi piped up, "But Dad, Mr.  Marcus -"

   Randi gave her sister an elbow.

   "I don't care," shot back Harry.  "A promise is a promise.  Besides,
Annie's device allowed us to fulfill our desires, without hurting either of
you.  You know that's the last thing I'd ever do, right?"

   His daughters nodded and murmured an affirmative reply.

   When I glanced into the back seat, Randi smiled and winked while Brandi
pouted, her arms crossed. 
____________________________________________________________

   Harry pulled into his driveway.  Joy must have been watching from their
front window, because she came outside immediately.  The girls ran from the
car and hugged their mom.  Harry dragged all of their bags and suitcases
behind, pausing to kiss his wife's cheek as he went into the house.

   Annie ran across the street to our house, but was there only a moment
before she was through the Cocksworth's front door.  I guess the trip had
bonded the girls pretty intimately.  Annie would probably get back into
Randi's panties before I could.

   Joy wandered over, casually, hands behind her back.  That only made her
breasts thrust out.  Too bad I'd failed to protect her daughters, as she'd
asked.  No results, no reward.

   "So, how was the trip?" she asked.

   "Fine," I said.

   She leaned closer without touching.  "Now, be honest.  Did Harry ream my
girls with every inch of that foot-long monster dick of his?"

   I thought for a moment about her question.  I needed to be honest, yet
precise.  Harry had fucked his daughters.  That much was true.  But with
the full length of his penis?  Nope, Annie's invention of a bulky cloth
gasket had prevented that.  "No, Joy, he didn't." Okay, it was a lie of
omission.  She should have been more straight forward and asked 'Did he
fuck my girls?' which I would have answered 'Yes.'

   Joy's face lit up.  "Oh, you wonderful man." Then her face got red. 
"You're going to hold me to my promise, aren't you?"

   I nodded.

   "Good!  I was praying for your success all weekend.  By the way, did you
and Brandi -"

   I nodded.

   "Marvelous!  See you later." She flipped me a kiss and skipped back into
her house.

   Well, that was an unexpected bonus.  Annie and I earned twenty-five
thousand a piece for fucking and I'd be receiving five per cent after
expenses from Zenellis Industries for their medical adhesive, whatever the
choose to call it.  Quite a satisfying weekend, if I had to say so myself.

   "Harvey?" I wasn't six inches past the threshold when Harriett's voice
bellowed from the kitchen.  "You're home earlier than I thought.  Get
started on some of your chores before dinner."

   Too bad making love to Joy wasn't on my wife's list.

   (To be continued)

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