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 ________________________________ This is a story about a sexual FANTASY
written for consenting adults.  If you're not both of those, don't read it.
Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to.  In
real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do
get sick and die.  You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional
characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY -
don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt.

   If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here,
congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the characters
in this story and any real person is purely coincidental, since all of
these characters are figments of my dirty little imagination.

   This is my story, not yours.  Don't sell it or put it on a pay site. 
You can keep it and/or give it away with all of this information intact,
but if you make money off of it, you're breaking the law and pissing me
off. _________________________________ May - Chapter 8 (Final) (MF, best,
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   I excelled in my schoolwork, earning Father's warmest praise.  I did so
well I got a full scholarship to the University of my choice.  Although it
would have been no burden on Father's finances to pay for my college
education, he fairly glowed with pride at my achievement.  Since the
University of my choice was an easy commute, I continued living with father
throughout my college years, and continued trying my best to please him in
every way.

   As time passed, it became clear that, while neither of them would ever
refuse Father anything, April and June were just not as excited by the
sexual aspects of our familial relationship as I was.  June, of course,
would go along with almost anything, and did find pleasure in it, but she
was just as happy doing other things.

   April proved to be more interested in new experiences than in sex for
itself.  She explored every sexual avenue that was open to her, even, at
one point trying to get June under one of the horses.  That was one of the
few times June refused to go along with her.

   When I was eighteen, and in my first year of college, I finally let
Greta talk me into trying sex with a horse.  Even after much stretching and
'conditioning' with enormous dildoes, I found it to be merely a tolerable
experience.  The pain was intense, and the horse was somewhere several feet
above me, not at all involved with ME, just the feeling of my tight little
pussy on his dick.  Even though Greta masturbated to several orgasms,
watching that enormous dick slide back and forth in my tiny body, I never
came.

   Since father expressed no interest in my repeating the act, I never did,
though I continued to get aroused by Greta's obvious enjoyment of being
fucked by the horses.  At least, having tried it, I could empathize with
her a little more and understand what she was feeling.

   My senior year in College, my brother showed up unannounced, to our
great joy!  He had worked his way through a labyrinth of legitimate and
semi-legitimate jobs, learning skills and trades that finally landed him a
berth on a merchant ship.  Upon docking in the US, he collected his pay,
and set out to find us, hitchhiking the entire way.

   Father welcomed him as a member of the family, but since he had paid his
dues to get here on his own, did not ask him to join in our sexual
intimacy. He went to work for Father and proved to be an able hand at most
any task he was given.  Unlike my sisters and I, though, he chose simply
'Sam' for his American name, since none of the names of the months on the
calendar appealed to him.

   When I graduated from College (Magna Cum Laude), Father made me a loan
of $100,000 and gently kicked me out of the house.

   He held me tightly as he whispered, "I need to KNOW, sweet May, that if
anything happens to me, you will be able to take care of yourself, and
perhaps help your sisters."

   "Can I never come back?" I cried.

   "You may visit any time." Father replied softly, "If, after five years,
your net worth is at least double what I have loaned you, and you have
repaid me, I would have no reason to believe that you could not take care
of yourself.  Then, if you still wish to do so, you may return to me."

   I leveraged Father's loan and founded Calendar Girls International, Inc.
With first myself, then my sisters as models, I marketed a line of clothing
patterned after traditional Thai costumes.  By showing up in the right
circles wearing my creations, spreading the buzz at the 'in' events, and
plastering our pictures all over the place wearing various designs, I
started a fashion trend that took off like a rocket!  Soon we were
marketing perfumes, cosmetics and accessories and branching out into other
pseudo-ethnic styles of clothing.

   As June and April graduated from college, I brought them into the
business as full partners, training them on everything I had done.  June
proved to be an outstanding operations manager.  Her attention to detail
and tenacity ensured that everything that needed doing got done, and got
done right.  April's inquisitive mind dug up new markets and her creative
genius conceived the products for those markets.  She was flighty and
easily distracted, but her insights proved invaluable.

   The year April joined us, we incorporated.  This was part of my
long-term plan.  Neither of my sisters was suited to run an international
corporation, though both were valuable assets to the business.  Last year,
we went public, and the three of us became instant millionaires.  The
moment the IPO was completed I started a confidential search for a CEO. 
She was hired three months ago with the unanimous approval of the board,
and I've spent the last three months showing her the ropes and making sure
she really WAS the right person for the job.

   A few months ago, I sold a significant portion of my holdings in
Calendar Girls, and reinvested it in a diverse portfolio of stocks, bonds,
and real estate.

   It has been five years to the day since I left Father's house.  My net
worth is now a little over $12 Million, and Father's loan has long since
been repaid.  I have freed myself of the responsibility for running the
company I founded, and have ensured my sisters' financial security.  All of
these are worthy achievements, and I am duly proud of them.

   What occupies my heart and mind, though, as I settle into the plush
leather of the limousine, is the excitement that comes with the knowledge
that finally, after five long years, I'm going HOME!  My pantiless bottom
squirms in anticipation on the now damp leather as the long car winds its
oh-so-slow way up the endless driveway to Father's house.

   Michael's smile is broad and welcoming as he stiffly helps me from the
car, then impulsively embraces me.  "Welcome home, Miss May!" he whispers
into my long, silky black hair, bending down to hug my diminutive body.

   There are tears in Greta's eyes as she gives me a soulful kiss, her
embrace no less passionate than Michael's.

   "Welcome back, Liebchen!" she sobs.

   These greetings touch something inside me, and I feel tears on my face,
but I'm looking for only one person.  He stands, smiling proudly at me, on
the step, waiting patiently.

   My heart leaps into my throat as my eyes meet his, and the sophisticated
international whiz-kid is once more just a love-struck kid!  I leap into
his arms, kissing and hugging him with all my strength, and I could swear I
felt my ribs cracking from the vigor of his return embrace.

   "Oh Father!" I cry, "I have missed you so!"

   "As I have missed you, May!" he says with his eyes as well as his voice.

   I don't know how long we stay lost in each other, but we finally come
back to the world as Michael politely clears his throat, holding open the
entrance door for us.

   "Your room is all ready, Liebchen!" Greta gushes, "The whole household
has been abuzz since we heard the news that you were coming home!"

   She chatters on and on until a warning look from Father silences her as
we mount the stairs to the second floor.  I start to protest as we sweep
past the door to my room, but Father interrupts me.

   "We didn't feel that your old room was suitable anymore.  This is your
room now." He pushes open the door that I had entered as a guest on
countless nights while I lived under this roof.

   The room still looks the same as the night Father first took my final
orifice in the big bed with Greta looking on.

   "But Father!" I exclaim, "This is your room!"

   He smiles broadly, nodding, and says, "And yours, dear May!"

   Finally, it is nighttime and I am in heaven, as, for the first time in
five years, I reintroduce my body to Father's magic wand!

   The sensation is both wonderfully new and comfortingly familiar as that
warm, velvet coated rod slides eternally down my welcoming throat!  I
cannot get enough!  For half an hour I tease and suckle that delicious
lollipop, always backing off just before he cums, then, when I am ready, I
sink two fingers deep into Father's clenching anus, and poke my sharp nails
lightly against his prostate as I engulf his rigid member to the hilt! 
Pulse after pulse runs down the length of that rampant shaft as Father
empties his pent-up lust directly into my hungry belly!

   To my delight, Father's erection never wanes, and I guide him into
position on his back so I can mount that old familiar steed and ride it
once again!  With a renewed sense of joy, I settle myself slowly,
ever-so-slowly onto the tool of my salvation.  My little-used pussy feels
much as it did the night Father first stretched me to fit him, only now I
welcome, no, long for, that tightening of my sacred inner flesh around
Father's life-giving scepter.

   As my quivering loins settle firmly upon father's hips I groan and
twitch through my first climax, in celebration of HIS homecoming!  When I
have calmed, I begin my gallop.  With no other preliminary, I start
bouncing up and down the full length of Father's steel-hard shaft, my
weeping pussy embracing its power and savoring its strength!  Father holds
out longer, now that he has cum once, but soon, I can tell that he's
getting close.

   Rising all the way up, I feel the ridge of his plum slip from my
grasping pussy lips, and I feel empty inside, but the finale awaits!  With
my tiny hand, I guide Father's staff to the dark depression of my anus.

   The pain, as I slide all the way down, is delicious and comforting! 
Finally, once again, I feel father's purple glans stirring my intestines as
I grind my little brown butt against his loins!  Oh GOD how I've missed
this!  My eyes will not track as I raise up and feel the entire length of
that enormous pole sliding out of my tiny body!

   I slide back down, and before my pleasure steals my wits, I fall to the
side, tugging at Father to make him roll with me.  With father above me, I
raise my legs to my chest, and with only a little more effort than when I
was a teen, slip my arms in front to lock them behind my shoulders.  Now I
am ready!

   "Fuck me Father!" I rasp, "I have missed your magnificent cock so much!
Fuck my colon!  Fuck my ass!"

   With jackhammer strokes, Father pounds my little butt into the mattress!
The length and breadth of his shaft send delightful shocks up and down my
spine!  I cannot help but voice my lust as I scream through another climax!

   "Oh God, May!" Father grunts, "You have no idea what you do to me!  You
give yourself so totally to me, that you have somehow managed to capture
me! I am yours as completely as you are mine!"

   I swivel my hips and smile warmly at him, "I know Father.  That's the
way it should and shall always be!"

   In his eyes, I read his acknowledgement, even as my hungry ass swallows
one load after another from his fountaining cock!  My own cum is deep and
quiet, almost a spiritual spasm, and seems to last forever...  Finally, I
am where I belong!