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   "I won't say I won't miss having your sister around," I said as we slid
into the limo for the trip back to the city, "but I'm glad she finally
found a place where she feels at home and doesn't feel like she has to hide
who she is."

   "Well, it turns out," Patricia said, snuggling under my arm, "that Sam,
who is now a big man in the Islands, has taken a special liking to her, and
I think Carmen's attracted to him, too."

   "That's great!  But tell me about your babies!"

   "OUR babies, bucko!" Patricia laughed, "I may have mentioned that my
family runs to twins?  Well my dad was one of a pair of twins, and so was
his father.  Anyway, Pi'ipi has given birth to a pair of beautiful baby
girls..."

   She pulled out our digital camera and showed me a picture of two tiny
brown babies and a smiling Pi'ipi.

   "Me'ili, now," she said, flipping to the next frame, "also had two, but
I think they each have different fathers..."

   Sure enough, the little girl in the picture had lighter hair and a
suggestion of Patricia's features, while the boy was darker and definitely
had my nose!

   "You mean each of us fertilized a different egg of hers at the same
time?" I said, "That's incredible!"

   "Perhaps not so far-fetched as you might think!" Patricia laughed.  "But
now, here are my pride and joy!  Le'ini's twins are identical, and both
have male and female genitalia!  She's so ecstatic she can't contain
herself, and the islanders are in awe of her!"

   Sure enough the two naked babies lay with their legs wide open in
Le'ini's arms, clearly showing tiny penises perched at the top of miniscule
vaginal slits!

   "I guess the king is about the proudest grandpa in the Islands!" I said,
remembering how much the Island people prized dual-sexed people.

   Patricia laughed, "Not only is he proud, but he can pretty much do
whatever he wants with the kingdom now, his popularity is so high!  It was
his idea to get me to impregnate their daughters, and even though he tried
to keep his own daughter out of it, she's the one who's added two more
man-women to the tribe!"

   "Not to mention the prestige he'll get from getting Carmen to stay!" I
added.

   "Some, maybe," she said, showing me a shot of her sister with
Samo'okane, "but I think Sam is going to get the lion's share of that!"

   We spent the rest of the drive home catching up, but still had a lot of
ground to cover when my cell phone rang and I had to get back to the
office.

   To my delighted surprise, a couple of hours later, after I had taken
care of the minor emergency that called me in, Gloria knocked on my door
and said, with awe in her voice, "I'm sorry to bother you, Mr.  Travis, but
Ms.  Collins of Collins Industries is here to see you."

   "Well don't just stand there Gloria, show her in!" I said, "And stick
around so I can introduce you."

   For the first time since I had known her, Gloria seemed unsure of
herself as Patricia, now clad in an expensive business suit, strode
confidently past her.  With her back to Gloria, my wife mouthed, 'She
doesn't know?'

   I shook my head and grinned.

   "Gloria," I said, "I'd like to introduce you to Patricia Travis,
formerly Patricia Collins.  Patricia, this is my assistant, and I believe,
the best assistant in the world, Gloria Freeman."

   Gloria, red-faced, clumsily stuck out her hand and said, "Oh, Ms. 
Collins!  I always hoped that one day I'd get to meet you!  You're sort of
my hero!  I read everything I can find about you in the business journals!"

   Patricia warmly took Gloria's hand in both of hers and said, "That's
'Mrs.  Travis', Gloria, but you probably wouldn't know that unless you keep
up with the society pages, too!  I must say I'm impressed.  If my husband
thinks you're the best assistant in the world, then I am honored to meet
you!"

   "'Mrs.  Travis'?" Gloria looked confused, "Your hus...  Ohmigod!  You're
married to my BOSS!?"

   "For about ten months now, Gloria." I said, "I guess it got a lot of
play in the society pages but not much in the business journals. 
Apparently, no one else here has picked up on it, either, so let's just let
them discover this little tidbit in their own time, shall we?  It's not
really a secret, but it works out better for me if people stay misinformed
for a little while."

   "Oh, of course, Mr.  Travis!" then she turned back to my wife, "I am SO
glad to finally meet you!  Oh my!  If you two are married, that probably
means I'll get to see you now and then?  Oh my!  I mean, could you...  that
is if you have time...  Well, I would just love to sit with you sometime
and maybe, you know, kind of pick your brain...?"

   "I'd be delighted, Gloria." My wife smiled, "Though if you're interested
in the secret to my success, I'm afraid it's no secret at all.  I inherited
my money and my position."

   "Oh, I know that Mrs.  Travis!" Gloria said, "But unlike many who are
born to wealth, you not only haven't squandered your inheritance, you've
built an even larger empire.  That's unusual for anyone, and practically
unheard of for a beautiful heiress!"

   Then she took her leave and Patricia came to sit on the corner of my
desk, a bemused smile on her face.

   "Well, that was interesting!" she said, "You mean, nobody here knows
we're married yet?"

   I shook my head.  "If they do, they're acting awfully dumb about it.  I
don't know how long it will last, but it'll be easier gaining acceptance on
my own merit if they don't think you put me in this job."

   I filled her in on the high points of my first two weeks at SyncComp,
and Patricia nodded approval at my handling of the Vice Presidents of HR,
Engineering, and Marketing.

   "Have you had your one-on-one with sales yet?" she asked.

   "Not yet," I shook my head, "I'm still going over the sales figures and
talking to the people.  I'm pretty sure there's something fishy going on
there but I'm not sure what it is yet, and I don't want to talk to Scott
Monroe until I've got a clearer picture."

   "That's just how I'd have handled it." Patricia smiled, "I didn't tell
you my suspicions because I wanted you to come in with an open mind."

   "Would you excuse me for a moment?" I said.  Those long, slender legs
running up into that business skirt were driving me crazy!

   I went to the door and stuck my head out.

   "Gloria, will you see to it that I'm not disturbed until further
notice?" I said.

   She smiled and said, "Of course, Mr.  Travis!"

   "What's that all about?" Patricia asked.

   "This!" I answered, spinning her around and bending her over my desk,
"You have been gone far too long for my comfort, Mrs.  Travis, and I've
missed you terribly!"

   I hiked her skirt up around her waist, and pulled her panties to her
knees.  A few licks, and confirmation that she was well lubricated was all
the foreplay I had patience for!

   "It was terribly naughty of you to sit there letting me look up your
skirt!" I said as I socketed my already rampant cock deep in my wife's
pussy.

   "Well it worked, didn't it?" she grunted, smiling as I wasted no time
pummeling her cervix with my rock-hard shaft, "I've missed you, too, you
know!"

   In all the times we've had sex, and all the games we've played, I had
never simply FUCKED my lovely blonde lover.  This time, that's all it was -
raw, animal sex!  No finesse, no technique, just pure, unadulterated lust!

   I bit her savagely on the back of the neck as I strove to drive myself
through her, and she snarled and whimpered, and pushed back at me as if she
couldn't get enough!  Like cats in heat we pounded at each other, the
rhythmic slapping of our loins the only sound other than our bestial cries
and grunts!  I reached around and grasped Patricia's erection, masturbating
it as if it were my own, and in less than a minute my lava erupted deep
into her welcoming womb as she shuddered and made a mess on my desktop!

   I lay across her back, panting, for some time, then reached for the box
of tissues that Gloria insisted I keep on my desk.  We cleaned ourselves up
as best we could, and in minutes, except for the flood of slimy fluid
across my desk, you'd never have known what happened only moments before.
Not a strand of Patricia's hair was out of place, and the expensive skirt
fell down her thighs without a hint of a wrinkle or crease.

   Patricia kissed me passionately on her way to the door.

   "Thanks, lover!" she said throatily, "I needed that!  I hope you'll be
ready for more tonight!"

   "I've BEEN ready!" I replied, breathing heavily, "You have no idea how
much I've missed you!"

   Gloria and I both watched her walk away, though with different things on
our minds.

   "Mr.  Travis?" Gloria asked, as I turned to go back to work.

   "Yes, Gloria?"

   "Thank you for introducing me to your wife."

   "No problem." I replied, "Though I had no idea you had such an interest
in her!"

   "You know," she said, pensively, "I've never really wanted to be
anything but an executive assistant.  I've studied my whole life to learn
what powerful people need to be successful, and I think I've done pretty
well at that.  It's not until just now, though, that I've questioned 'why'.
I guess you could say I'm a 'power-phile'.  But power alone doesn't attract
me to a person.  It's how they choose to use that power that interests me.
Patricia Collins has done some very good things with her power and money,
and has still managed to stay successful, and I guess that's why I've
become sort of a 'fan' of hers.  You're a lucky man, Mr.  Travis!"

   "In more ways than you know!" I replied, smiling, "But now I'm nervous!
I hope I can live up to your standards!"

   "Don't worry, Mr.  Travis," she said, "I originally applied for this
position because it was with a Collins Industries company, but you've given
me even more reasons to stay.  You don't act like a career executive, but
you've got good instincts and I like the way you think.  I guess I'll stick
around a while and see how things turn out!"

   "That's a relief!" I said, "I hate to think where I'd be without you!"

   "By the way...  If she's your wife," she said, "and she owns this
company, how come this is the first time she's been here to see you?"

   "That's a pretty personal question, don't you think?"

   "Yes, sir," she said, "but if I'm going to do my job well, I need to
know what's going on in your personal life, so I can help you manage your
work life properly.  You won't be any good to the company if you're having
personal problems that distract you from work."

   I studied her to see if I could detect any hidden agendas but aside from
a hint of worry, there was nothing on her face.

   "Patricia just returned from a trip abroad." I said, "She had some
personal business to attend to.  I was supposed to go, as well, but we
decided that it would be bad form for me to blow off my first two weeks as
the new CEO of SyncComp."

   "Ah!  Now I understand!" the worry left her face and she looked at me,
"So why are you still here?  Your place is at home with your wife!  You
don't have anything going this afternoon that can't be re-scheduled."

   I stared at her, dumbfounded, but she was right.  Nothing I had to do
today was even half as important as welcoming my wife home!

   I caught her by cell-phone just as she was getting into the limo, and
had her wait for me.  I have to hand it to Walt.  He got us home safely in
spite of the show we put on in the back of the car!

   Gwen created a feast that made the dinner she prepared for Carmen and I
fade into obscurity.  This time, Mary was dressed more conservatively,
though she still wore her collar and those ridiculously high heels.  She
spoke not a word for the entire meal except for a shy welcome home to
Patricia as she seated us.

   This time, Gwen didn't bother coming out for her bows.  She knew
Patricia well enough to know that she would get a personal visit from the
mistress of the house tomorrow.

   How does one describe a night like that?  Love, lust, and lasciviousness
swirled in currents around our bed that night!  No act was too outrageous,
and few were omitted!  For almost a month, the two of us, who were
accustomed to daily acts of debauchery, had been forced to endure celibacy!
Stopping sex, cold turkey, is cruel and unusual punishment for anyone, and
we made up for lost time that night!

   By dawn, all five of our orifices were sore, as were both of our wilted
cocks, but we awoke refreshed and re-energized!

   I remember the night in flashes: Me bent over the side of the bed in a
reversal of the afternoon quickie in my office.  Patricia and I locked in a
passionate sixty-nine, my cock down her throat, while hers skewered mine.
Once, even, I lay on my back, legs bent back to my chest as Patricia
squatted over me, facing the other way, her cock in my ass, mine in hers!
Our balls suffered for that, especially when she got near her climax, but
DAMN it was worth it!

   It was noon before I made it to my office, but Gloria met me with a
smile and a hot, fresh cup of black coffee.

   "I can see from the look on your face," she said, "that it was one hell
of a welcome home party!"

   "It was indeed, Gloria." I said, sipping gratefully from the cup, "I
never thanked you for reminding me of my priorities, so thank you, from the
bottom of my heart!"

   "Just my job, Mr.  Travis." she said, blushing.  "By the way, there ARE
a few personal things I'd rather not have to do for you, and in the future,
I'd appreciate it if you'd clean up your own messes if you're going to
continue to make ones like what you left on your desk yesterday."

   At first I was at a loss, then remembered Patricia's discharge on my
desktop!  I had intended to clean that up after seeing my wife out, but got
distracted by Gloria's insistence that I go home!

   "Oh my God!" I said, "I'm SO sorry!  I didn't intend to leave that for
you to find, much less clean up!  I was going to clean it up after I saw
Patricia out, but, well, my assistant insisted that I go welcome my wife
home properly, and it slipped my mind!  How can I make it up to you?"

   Gloria grinned slyly at me and said "Tell me how that got there!  I'd
have thought it would have gone, well, somewhere else...!"

   "That's, um, a little more personal than I want to get with you just
yet, Gloria." I said, and from the heat in my face I'm sure it was red.

   "I know," she smiled, "I'm just yanking your chain a little!"

   "I think, Gloria," I said, "If you're going to know the intimate details
of my personal life, you might as well call me by my first name."

   "I'll try, uh, Gary." she said, "at least when no one else is around."

   I went through the documents in the red file folder that Gloria always
left on my desk as my first priority.  About halfway down the stack was the
last piece of the sales puzzle.

   "Gloria!" I said through the open door of my office.

   "Yes Mr...  Uh, Gary?"

   "Get me the Scott Monroe, file, then get him in here, if you please. 
First have IT cut off his access and ask security to send up a couple of
guys." I said, "If he gives you any trouble, tell him I said to drop
whatever he's doing.  This takes priority, but don't tell him I asked for
security."

   "I know the drill, Gary." she replied, "He'll be here if I have to
hog-tie him and drag him in feet first!"

   Her first call was to IT, then to security, and two beefy guys in suits
showed up while she was on the phone with Scott.  I briefed them on what I
was about to do and what I expected of them.  They nodded and stepped back
to either side of the door, out of direct line of sight.

   "Go right in, Mr.  Monroe." I heard Gloria's voice, "He's waiting for
you."

   "What's this all about, Gary?" Monroe was still a salesman, though he
wore a worried expression.  He headed for one of the chairs in front of my
desk, casting a nervous glance at the security men as he passed.

   "Don't bother to sit, Scott." I said.  "You won't be staying long.  I'll
need your PDA."

   I held out my hand.

   "You can't take that!" Monroe exploded, "It's got all my personal data
on it!"

   I held up the purchase order that showed he had bought the PDA with
company funds.  "Company property.  I also need your flash-drive."

   I held up another purchase order to forestall argument.

   "I'll be damned if you're getting that, too!" he shouted.

   "I'm getting that too, Scott." I said calmly, "Whether I have these men
take it from you or you hand it over is up to you."

   "I - I don't have it with me!" he said desperately, "I left it at home!"

   I said nothing, but nodded to the two security guards.  They advanced
menacingly on the sweating VP of Sales.

   "Okay!" he relented, as I hoped he would, tossing the PDA and the USB
memory chip on my desk, not quite hard enough to damage them.

   "Is that all?" he asked sourly.

   "Not quite." I said, holding his gaze, "Scott Monroe, your employment
with SyncComp is hereby terminated.  Since you are being terminated for
cause, you have no right to severance or any other separation benefit. 
Your final paycheck will be mailed to you, but don't expect any bonus money
since the sales figures on which your bonuses have been calculated for the
last six quarters are bogus.  These gentlemen will escort you to your
office and allow you to remove any personal items therein, not to include
digital or paper documents.  Do not try to gain access to the computer
system, as all of your access has been locked out."

   "What are you talking about?!" he exploded, "You can't fire me!  I'm
your bread and butter!  If it weren't for me, these products would sit on a
dusty shelf in Podunk or somewhere, and never make a cent!"

   "If I were to keep you on," I replied, "the SEC would close us down
within a year, as soon as they realized that our sales haven't been
anywhere near what we reported!  You're lucky you're not leaving here in
handcuffs, Monroe!  Now get the hell out of my company!"

   The stock, of course, would take a hit, a big one, but I was betting the
analysts would like the decisive action taken to self-correct a problem
that no one else had yet gotten wind of, so it wouldn't last.

   That weekend, Patricia and I again had Dolores and Felicia over for
dinner, and Felicia made a point of sitting next to me.

   "What's up with this, Felicia?" I asked lightly, "First the hanging out
with me while I work, now you insist on sitting next to me...  Want to let
me in on the secret?"

   Felicia blushed, something she doesn't do often, and stammered a
non-reply.  Dolores got her off the hook.

   "No big secret, Gary." she said, casting an affectionate glance at her
daughter, "She just never had a father, to speak of, and even though you've
done things with her that no father should ever do with his daughter, I
think she's kind of seeing you in that role."

   I looked at Felicia with new eyes.  "Is that true, Felicia?"

   She couldn't look at me, but she nodded quickly, as if hoping I wouldn't
see.

   Suddenly, she couldn't stop talking.

   "I know you're not really my dad, and all!" she burst out, "It's just
that, well, I can talk to you about stuff, and you're really cool about it,
you know?  You help me with my homework, and even, like, comfort me when
I'm not feeling too good about something, and well, you just do all the
things I hoped my Dad would do, if I ever got one..."

   Just as suddenly as she started, she ran down.

   I cupped a hand under her chin and raised her face to mine.

   "Thank you." I said, sincerely, "That's the nicest compliment anyone has
ever given me!  If you want me to fill in for your Dad, I'll be happy to!"

   Tears filled her eyes and ran down her cheeks.  She threw her arms
around me and hugged me tight.  Dolores mouthed 'Thank you!' across the
table, and Patricia, though she smiled, seemed pensive.  I made a mental
note to talk to her about that, but it slipped my mind.

   Later, as we readied ourselves for bed, I handed my wife a slip of paper
and said, "I found this when I was cleaning out my billfold so it wouldn't
make such a lump in the inside pocket of my suit."

   "What is it?" she asked, opening the folded paper, "Oh my god!  Brenda!
We really should give that wonderful girl a call!  After all, she WAS our
first!"

   "Sure!  I'll give her a call tomorrow!" I said.

   We made slow, sweet love that night, and fell asleep in each other's
arms.  The initial urgency had abated somewhat, but we still couldn't get
enough of each other.

   I awoke sometime later to find Patricia sobbing quietly on my shoulder.

   "What's the matter, sweetheart?" I asked.

   She shook her head as if to say 'Nothing!', and tried to get herself
under control.  I used a corner of the sheet to dry her tears and waited
patiently.

   "Is it something I've done?" I asked.

   "No." she finally answered, "No, Gary.  It's nothing, really.  Just me
being silly.  Go back to sleep, dear."

   I'm an engineer at heart, and when something's not working right, I want
to fix it.  Patricia's tears were a pretty strong indication that SOMETHING
wasn't right, but I also knew her well enough to know she wouldn't tell me
until she was ready.  So I did the only thing I could do, frustrating as it
was.  I held her, giving her whatever comfort I could as she quietly sobbed
out whatever private misery she was suffering.

   Eventually, she drifted off to sleep, and I lay awake wondering what was
bothering her that she couldn't share with me.

   In the morning, Patricia seemed her old self again, and insisted that we
call Brenda.  It had been more than a year since our chance meeting with
her, and she'd never really known our full names, so when she answered the
phone, perplexed about the strange voice on the other end, I had to remind
her of a long, black limo, a sexy couple, and Sunday in a room at the local
bed and breakfast.

   "Oh my God!" she shrieked, "Gary?!"

   "Yes." I said, "And Patricia.  We're on speaker, in case you're
wondering."

   "Hi, Brenda!" Patricia said, "How are you!"

   "I'm perfect!" the young woman replied, "God!  I never expected to hear
from you two again!"

   "It's been a busy year," I said, "and though we had always intended to
call you back, it slipped our minds until I found your number while I was
cleaning out my billfold."

   "Oh, I'm SO glad you called!" she gushed.

   "We were hoping you might be free one night next weekend...?" I said.

   "Oh, yes!  I mean no!  I mean, I've got plans but I'll be happy to break
them!"

   "Tell you what," Patricia said, "Why don't we send the limo up to St. 
Helena to fetch you, and you can spend the night with us in the city?"

   "Oh," she replied, "that'd be great, except I'm already in San
Francisco! I'm going to SF State.  This is my cell phone."

   "Even better!" I said.

   We finalized the arrangements, then took the rest of the day to drive up
the coast to a little community called Marshall on the old Highway One.  We
took my old Buick and let Walt have the day off.  I enjoyed the drive
because once we got off 101 and headed up the coast passing Muir Woods and
Stinson Beach, it became a driver's road.  The highway was little more than
two lanes in most places, and it twisted and bent itself around every
irregularity in the Northern California coastline.  Some of the turns were
so sharp, I joked with Patricia that we passed our own tail lights going
the other way.

   We passed through Pt.  Reyes Station and wended our way up the eastern
shore of Tomales Bay, finally winding up at the Hog Island Oyster Co. 
There we loaded up on fresh oysters for Gwen's kitchen, then sat at a
picnic table to enjoy some freshly shucked oysters for lunch before heading
back toward the city.

   The weather for the entire drive was superb, and we left the windows
open on the Buick and enjoyed the ocean breeze on our faces.

   "Don't you think," Patricia said, at one point, "that it's about time we
got you a car that's better suited to your position?"

   I shrugged, concentrating my driving, and said, "Never really thought
about it.  This old gal and I have been through a lot together, and I just
never thought about replacing her."

   I had never really had a chance to do any 'tourist' things in San
Francisco, so we stopped at the old civil war era gun emplacements at the
North end of the Golden Gate Bridge and took pictures.  My wife looked more
beautiful than ever with the ocean breeze wafting her hair about her face.
It reminded me of the picture I had taken on the way to meet Le'ini's
people in the Islands.  For the hell of it, we did Lombard street (you
know, the 'crookedest street in the world') and Coit Tower, then spent an
hour or so wandering Fisherman's Wharf.  Patricia lamented the plastic,
tourist attraction feel that had replaced the former old-world charm of the
place, and I had to agree.  There was little that I found attractive in the
overpriced restaurants, souvenir shops or the godawful abomination of Pier
39, with its concentration of expensive boutiques, souvenir shops, arcades
and who knows what else.

   The most charming aspect of the whole thing were the ubiquitous street
performers, though once you've seen about twenty metallic painted people
pretending, with varying degrees of success, to be robots, the charm fades
quickly.

   That night Felicia asked to come over, and though we were a little
tired, we both enjoyed her company, so we acquiesced, warning her that we
might not be in the mood for sex.

   For a while, she sat between us as we watched the financial news on TV.
She quickly grew bored with that so she leaned over and began fellating
Patricia.  Watching her cute little behind as she blew my wife, I suddenly
remembered where we had left off with her.

   Mary, having long since passed her three month 'trial' period, stood
nearly naked in the corner, awaiting our pleasure.  I sent her to the
playroom for a collection of dildos, then dismissed her.  Dolores had not
included Mary in any of our discussions about her daughter, so until we got
her permission, we didn't want Mary involved in any of our interactions
with Felicia.

   I slipped Felicia's panties and skirt off, and had her lay across my lap
as she continued trying to swallow Patricia's cock.  With Felicia's tight
little butt upthrust in front of me, I ran a slender vibrator into her
moist little pussy.  She moaned as I pulled it out again, but the pitch of
her moans increased as I slipped it quickly into the winking pink star of
her anus.  I wasted no time in sinking the slender phallus deep into her
rectum, and by the time her buttocks reacted to the intrusion, they clamped
down on my fingers, too late to keep the dildo out!

   I waited for her to relax a bit, then turned the dial on the base of the
vibrator to start a low hum deep in her little ass.  When Felicia's hips
began undulating on my lap, I worked with her, slipping the dildo easily in
and out.  When she was comfortable, even when I slipped the vibe completely
out and back in, I switched to a bigger one.  Each successively larger
dildo stretched the little teen's anal ring slightly, and reached a little
further into her.

   When Felicia was taking the largest of the dildoes comfortably, I began
fucking her behind with it while sucking at my wife's nipples.  Patricia,
stimulated by the warm, wet mouth of her best friend's daughter, and my
oral ministrations to her breasts, soon grabbed a double handful of
Felicia's hair, and raised her head up as the sexy blonde's cock spat it's
love juice all over the surprised teen's face!  Like the trouper she was,
Felicia opened her mouth and tried to capture as much of the milky fluid as
possible, then licked at the remainder as it ran down her face.

   I took the remote and switched the TV over to the DVD Patricia and I had
been watching a couple of days earlier.  I removed the dildo from Felicia's
ass and lifted her up to sit in my lap, facing the TV.  A tiny hand reached
between her legs to position my rampant cock at the entrance to her pussy.
Without hesitation, the little teen sat on my cock, taking the entire
length in one stroke.  Not satisfied with that, however, she quickly rose
off my shaft and positioned it at the no longer tiny entrance to her butt.

   With a satisfied groan, Felicia settled her ass slowly onto my staff,
shuddering as my glans bumped through into her colon and shoved her organs
around to make room for itself.

   "Oh damn!" she breathed, "I am SO full!"

   For the first time, Felicia looked at the DVD playing on the TV screen,
and gasped as she saw another young girl being sodomized face down on the
floor.  The blonde on the screen looked to be about half the size of the
guy above her, and his cock looked like a telephone pole as it sank
endlessly into the prone, helpless body of the girl!  The blonde's eyes
rolled upward in ecstasy, and she shuddered and blinked uncontrollably as
the guy's cock reached its full depth.

   Pressed against the floor, with nowhere else to go, the blonde could do
nothing but accept whatever the guy did to her, and that seemed to be just
the way she wanted it!

   "I know just how she feels!" Felicia said softly, moving experimentally
on my cock.

   Patricia, recovered from her climax, knelt beside us and licked her own
cum from Felicia's face, then fed it back to her in a deep, soulful kiss.

   Felicia's ass fluttered around my rod as she returned the kiss,
undulating her hips to swirl my cock around inside herself.  Finished with
her cleanup, Patricia moved lower and made sweet love to Felicia's tender
little breasts as the teen began riding me like a horse.

   "I never dreamed it would feel so GOOD to have something that big up my
butt!" she sighed "It's just so NASTY!"

   I felt a slender finger slide into Felicia's pussy, and her anal ring
spasmed around my cock as Patricia found and stroked her little G-spot.  I
thought she would wrench my cock from its socket, she gyrated so wildly on
my lap!  I grasped her hips to steady her, then shifted my grip to her
thighs.

   Pulling upward, I raised Felicia's legs high in the air, and when they
rested against her breasts, I lifted her a few inches up my cock.  Holding
the teen where she was, I slammed upward into her cringing colon, while my
wife dove face first into her sweet little pussy!

   With two of Patricia's fingers spearing her from the front while I
impaled her from the rear, and my lovely wife lingually battered her clit,
Felicia lost herself in the sensations, blasting from orgasm to orgasm! 
Her tiny teen butt gyrated around my shaft as her hips danced in
counterpoint to the assault on her pussy!

   Suddenly, Patricia's hands and mouth were gone from her pussy, and
Felicia opened her eyes to see what was wrong.

   "Do you like feeling full, Felicia?" I whispered in her ear.

   She nodded, staring in wonder as Patricia's massive lance approached her
tunnel entrance.

   "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!..." she chanted anxiously as her mother's best
friend pushed slowly into her.

   "There, sweet Felicia," Patricia cooed, when she was all the way in,
"now you've got both of us inside you!  How do you feel?"

   "Full!" the teen panted, "So FUCKING FULL!  So fucking full of COCK!  I
can't believe I've got both of those monsters inside me!  Oh my God! 
Please?  Please fuck me!?"

   How do you refuse a request like that?  Well, you don't, of course,
unless you're a sadistic bastard with an iron will!  I wasn't, and neither
was my lover!  As one, we withdrew to the entrances of Felicia's front and
rear openings, then pushed slowly inward.

   I held Felicia then, as Patricia withdrew again, starting my withdrawal
as she began her inward plunge.  Building up slowly, we pistoned
alternately into her pussy and ass until we had a good rhythm going, and
Felicia, arms tight around Patricia's neck, was cumming continuously!

   Patricia and I stared into each other's eyes, feeding off each other's
lust as we pummeled Dolores' daughter between us.  I synchronized my
strokes with hers, and Felicia's orgasmic cries grew louder as, together,
we pounded her openings, alternately emptying and refilling her body
cavities!

   Lost in a world of her own, the Catholic schoolgirl fell limp in my
arms, still giving voice to her lust, her body now relaxed and accepting of
whatever we chose to visit upon it!  What I chose was to raise her up to
the tips of our cocks, then drop her!  Felicia gave a high pitched squeek
each time her buttocks hit my thighs and our dicks bottomed out within her,
her orgasm now non-stop!

   As Patricia and I approached our own peak she leaned forward to kiss our
diminutive lover, her larger breasts mashing against the girl's smaller
ones.  I insinuated my hands between them, and when Patricia withdrew, I
had each of her nipples squeezed, with Felicia's smaller ones, between
thumb and forefinger, effectively clamping them together!  That did it for
her!  Flinging her chest backward to stretch both pair of breasts, Patricia
slammed deep into the teen's spasming pussy!

   I felt the pulses from her discharge race up her cock, as her balls
slammed into mine, and sent my own offering to join that of my wife, deep
inside Felicia's quivering body!

   We stayed coupled together as our final tremors abated and our teen
lover slowly came down from her last climax.  Gingerly, we disengaged, and
the three of us showered together, thoroughly cleaning each other's private
parts.  Strangely, when we stepped out to dry off, the washcloth was still
dry as a bone!

   Felicia had asked to stay the night and she put on PJ's while Patricia
donned her nightgown and I, well, I put on what I normally sleep in - clean
underwear.

   It was still a little early for sleep, so we settled down once more to
watch TV.  I switched from the DVD credits to the cable programming and
handed Felicia the remote.  We watched for a while as she sat between us,
flipping rapidly through the channels, over and over.  Finally I asked her
to PLEASE pick one!

   We watched MTV for a little while, until Felicia nodded off, her head
resting trustingly on my shoulder.  Fathers know the feeling that gives
you, when a fragile young person trusts in your strength and love enough to
fall asleep on your shoulder!  I kissed her tenderly on the top of her
head.

   A movement in the corner of my eye caused me to look in Patricia's
direction, just in time to catch a wistful smile and the quick wiping away
of a tear.

   I inclined my head in question, getting only a quick shake of her head
and a smile in return.  I really wished she would let me in on whatever was
bothering her.