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First story ever.  Be kind.Comments appreciated. 

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   Steve Langdon was a good looking man with a cocksure grin and a quick
one liner.  He looked more like a gold haired surfer than the investment
broker he'd been for 8 years before retiring at 32.  There was an innocence
and a boyish charm that made him irresistible to women.

   He first saw her at the local grocery store and instantly knew that he'd
move hell or high water to have her.  He followed her home in his car,
wrote down her address, and put his plan into action.  He knew his task
would be difficult but Steve always got what he wanted eventually... 
always.

   He caught his first break when he found out that Cathy was a single mom.
His plan came together in that instant.  She'd be a pushover.  Cathy was
32, small and petite.  None of the signs of aging had begun to show on her.
She had a cute smile, bright green eyes that were heard to make out because
she was always looking at her feet.

   Step one, the hunt.

   Starbucks provided him the opening he needed.  Cathy came in twice a day
for coffee--an addict.  Steve made it a point to be there when she was, but
not too often.  She noticed him finally and he noticed her.  He nodded and
looked away.  Best not to spook her.  A few weeks later he ventured an
opener one afternoon when he happened to get in line directly before her.

   The cashier finished with the teenage girl before Steve in line.  "Sir,
welcome to Starbucks.  What can I get you today?"

   "Um, I'll have a the tall breakfast blend with foam." he turned.  "And
whatever she's having."

   "Oh no, I couldn't", Cathy demurred.

   Steve waved aside her objection.  "We're fellow addicts.  Might as well
get our fix together."

   The barrister looked at her expectantly, Steve grinned and the woman
behind her whispered, "go for it girl."

   "Oh well, ok.  Can I have a double late with foam, please?"

   The cashier gave their orders to the barrister and they waited for their
coffee.

   Steve got a table and the two talked for an hour through two cups of
coffee and a muffin.  By the time they parted ways she had agreed to see
Steve for lunch on Saturday.  Two weeks later he talked his way into her
bed.

   Annie was Cathy's 16 year old daughter.  She had long legs, perfectly
flared hips and B cups that reached up for the heavens.  Her raven hair was
darker than her moms' and cut down past her shoulders, where Cathy wore her
shorter with flop.  Annie was breathtakingly beautiful, with worm brown
eyes, pouted lips and a smile that could cause a coronary.

   It was friday night and she was heading off to her friend's for a
sleepover.  "Mom!" she yelled upstairs, "I'm heading out."

   "Coming," Cathy said, running down the stairs like a kid.  She hugged
Annie.  "Have a good time, but remember, if you need me call.  No drinking
and driving, no--"

   "I know mom," Annie interrupted.  "We're just gonna see a movie, go back
to Sue's and smoke pot." She grinned.

   Cathy frowned.  "Are you--"

   "Kidding!  Anyway, you're the one that should be careful." Annie's
turned devilish.  "Do you have protection?"

   "Annie!"

   "Better safe than sorry mom.  If you need me to I can run to the drug
store and pick up some--"

   "Not another word."

   Annie giggled.  Cathy joined her.

   "OK, get out of here," Cathy ordered.  They hugged and Annie drove off
in her old beat up Celica.

   Steve came over at 8:30.  He rang the bell.

   Cathy answered the door within 5 seconds.  She'd been waiting, on edge.
He liked that.

   "I brought you flowers and wine," he said swooping in for a quick kiss.

   Cathy smiled.  "Thank you."

   Steve disengaged and did a double take.  "Wow, you look beautiful."

   And Cathy did look beautiful.  She hadn't overdone the make up.  It
complimented her elfin features.  Her silk flowered dress hugged her just
right in all the right places.

   She put the wine and flowers down on the hall table and Steve moved in
and kiss her again, this time for much longer.  She smelled so good.  He
broke away for a moment and nibbled her ear, then smelled her hair.  "Oh,
god" he moaned.  "You're incredible." And without another word he picked
her up and carried her up stairs.

   At the top he asked, "Um, which way?" Cathy pointed, out of breath.  She
was close to orgasm and all he'd done was nibble her ear.  She couldn't
find her voice to speak.

   Steve carried her into her bedroom, tripping the light switch with his
elbow.  He gently placed her on the bed, lay next to her and started
kissing her mouth, her eyes, her neck.

   "Oh, god" she moaned.  "Steve.  Oh god."

   There was a time for talk and a time for action.  Steve knew this was
the latter.  Without another word he went to work on her dress.  A few of
those difficult latches and he was able to peel it off her.  Cathy wriggled
and raised her hips to help him.

   She lay there in white lace panties, her nipples and her face flushed.
Steve ripped off his clothes in a flash and climbed into bed with her.

   She'd told him her life story.  She was inexperienced.  Her boyfriend
had gotten her pregnant at 16 and promptly dumped her.  She'd lived with
her parents, got through college, but swore off men as jerks.

   Steve knew what she needed.  He didn't give her a chance to catch her
breath or slow down.  He took command.

   his hand went down to her panties as he kissed her right breast, humming
softly.  She crooned and he felt her wetness.  She was ready.

   Steve quickly took off his underwear, unwrapped the condom and put it
in. He then kissed her lips, and pulled her panties down.  He parted her
legs, gently inserted his finger into her and kissed her mouth.  His tongue
found hers and she moaned again, loud.

   He almost laughed.  If he didn't hurry she'd come before he even got
started.  Damn.  He quickly got between Cathy's legs, aimed his 7 inch cock
at her pussy and gently plunged into her, burying it to the hilt.

   "Un, uh, un," she moaned.  "Fuck.  Oh God." She came in a fast hot wave.

   Steve stopped all motion.  He kissed her ear.  "I guess I lost the
race," he joked softly.

   Cathy groaned.  "Oh, god, Steve.  I'm sorry."

   But he laughed.  "Um, I'm not in a hurry baby.  We've got all night." He
pulled out of her and pulled her in for a snuggle while she recovered from
the first orgasm she'd had in probably 16 years.  Steve gently rubbed her
lower back and kissed her neck, giving her time.

   Steve kissed her forehead, pulled her lips to his.  He turned so that he
was on his side and the two kissed passionately.  He explored her mouth
with his tongue while one of his hands gently massaged her hip.  When her
kisses started to become insistent he decided to shock her.  He could tell
that she was inexperienced and probably a bit of a prude.  That just would
not do.

   He started by gently kissing her neck, then he moved his lips down to
her breasts, carefully licking around her aureola, sucking in the nipple
and then grazing it with his tongue.  He moved from her left breast to her
right.  Cathy started to breathe heavily again.

   He moved down to her stomach, gently nipping and licking until he got
down to just below her belly button.  He gently placed his hand on her
pussy and began rubbing with one finger while he kissed lower.

   Steve felt her start to tense up.  He'd known she would.  "Relax, baby,"
he said between kisses.  "Just relax and close your eyes." He lowered his
mouth to her pussy and inhaled her scent--a hint of musk, but clean.

   She twitched as he laid his tongue along her outer lips.  "Un" she
gasped again.  It seemed to be her favorite word.  She was still tensed up
though and Steve smiled to himself.

   He vowed she' come to love having her pussy licked before he was done.
Steve placed his mouth over her clit and gently flicked around it with his
tongue.  He sucked it in and then ever so lightly brushed it with his
tongue.

   Cathy gasped.  "Oh god" she moaned again.  "Oh Steve".  She was close to
another orgasm.  He could tell.  He pressed a finger deep into her and
licked her pussy until she started gasping again and again and again.  Then
he backed off and enjoyed her orgasm.

   Steve left her there lying on the bed, her legs spread and sweat beading
off her brow.  She was too stunned to move and when he came back a few
minutes later with two glasses of the wine she still hadn't moved.  As he
entered though she quickly pulled her legs together and sat up.

   He sipped from his glass, handed the second to her.  Cathy took the
wine, downed half of it in one gulp and then looked down, unable to meet
Steve's gaze.

   He chuckled.  "Are you embarrassed cause I licked your pussy, Cath?"

   She stammered.  "I, I..." It was a habit where Steve was concerned. 
"Um, nobody's ever, um, you know.  Nobody has ever--"

   "Licked your pussy," he finished for her, taking another small sip of
his wine.

   "Um, yea." she said, meeting his eyes finally.

   "Well, Cath, hate to tell you this, but I love licking pussy.  You're
just gonna have to get used to it."

   She finally let loose a sly smile from beneath lowered lashes.  "I'll
certainly try," she said.

   Steve put his glass down and took her chin gently in his hand.  "I know
you've had it a bit rough in the past, but I'm gonna take care of you." He
kissed her gently, "I'm falling in love with you, Cathy."

   She looked down again, but her pulled her gaze back to his.  "Me too,"
she echoed.

   Steve sat on the edge of the bed.  "I think it's time we have that
little talk."

   "Which talk?"

   "The one about sex." Steve kissed her gently on the lips and then backed
away again.

   "I think we're past the talking stage," Cathy opined, and giggled.  "I
mean, um, we did just--"

   "No, not that talk," Steve said.  "I think a lot of relationships fail
because of sex, or a misunderstanding between partners on sex."

   "Look Cath, I have a philosophy on sex."

   Cathy sat up straighter.  "OK, let's hear it."

   Steve bit his lip, paused for a minute and said, "OK.  Sex is a taboo
subject in America.

   "In this country people are taught to hate their bodies.  They're taught
that sex is bad.  We don't talk about sex.  We're ashamed.  I saw the look
on your face when I said 'pussy'."

   He took another sip of wine.  "I told you that I'm falling in love with
you, but I'm a guy and I like sex.  By the time I'm done with you, you'll
like it too.  We're going to talk about sex.  We're going to tell each
other our fantasies and we're going to practice the three types of sex." He
paused.

   Cathy bit.  "Three kinds?" She got that tense squinty look again.  "Um,
the first two are fine by me, but I'm not sure about the third."

   Steve shook his head.  "The three types of sex are 'his', 'hers', and
'making love'."

   "Oh."

   "To continue.  When I lick your pussy, I enjoy it.  But that's basically
'hers'.  When you suck my cock, that's 'his' and when we fuck that's
'making love'"

   Cathy nodded.  "Oh, I thought you were talking oral, regular and anal--"

   Steve interrupted her.  "I am.  I'm talking fellatio, cunnilingus,
intercourse, bondage, s&m, dress-up, spankings, enemas, golden showers,
anal, anilingus...  anything and everything.

   "Anilingus?  I am not going to--"

   "Yea, well maybe not that," Steve said I tried it once, not great.  But
my point is that we have to be open about sex and...  Look, we'll continue
this discussion some other time."

   He took her wine glass, placed it on the night table and gently turned
her onto her stomach.  "Lift your hips a bit, Cath."

   Cathy did as asked.  Steve came in behind her, grabbed his cock with his
hand, found the target and fucked her for the second time that night.  He
thrust into her gently at first but then with increasing speed and force.

   Again Cathy started moaning.  This time Steve joined her.  He thrust
into her wet pussy one last time with all his strength and grunted, filling
the condom with his cum.

   Cathy reached her hand under her belly and gently cupped his balls,
rubbing them lightly.  "Steve, my pussy really enjoyed that."

   Steve smiled and kissed her neck.

   Part II -- Steve moves in

   Steve and Cathy's affair was a whirlwind event.  Two months after
meeting, Steve was sleeping at Cathy's and Annie's almost every night. 
Though Annie was a virgin and planned on staying that way for quite some
time she applauded her mother's landing Steve.  He was quite a catch and
treated Annie like the adult she thought she was.  She even had a bit of a
crush on him.

   Four months after they'd met Steve and Cathy were married in a small
chapel in town.  Annie was Cathy's maid of honor.  A friend of Steve's ,a
man named Jack Thompson, flew in from Boca to be Steve's best man.

   Cathy was beautiful in a white off the shoulder wedding dress.  The
dress had a long flowing train and her white gauze veil was decorated with
pearls.  Her hair was done up, her make-up was perfect and she wore a
dazzling smile.

   Steve wore a standard black tux, but insisted on also having a black top
hat and a cane.  He and Jack cut quite the pair of bachelors, that is until
the vows were said and two became one.

   Annie and Jack had pelted the two with bird seed (Annie had been adamant
that no rice was to be thrown) as they left the chapel and headed to their
hotel for the night.  The flight to Hawaii was scheduled for the morning.

   Though Annie had agreed to stay home while they honey-mooned in Hawaii,
Steve had seen that Cathy didn't want Annie home alone for a week.  Steve
insisted that Annie come on the honeymoon and bring a friend.  The two
girls would have to share THEIR own room though, he said with a wink to
Annie.

   As they arrived in the spacious suite overlooking the beach Cathy was
overwhelmed.  A few months ago she was living in a little condo and now she
was in a luxury suite with her new husband.

   The suite had all the amenities.  It had two beautiful bathrooms with
marble everywhere and gold plated fixtures.  There was a jacuzzi in the
sunken living room, two bedrooms and lush taupe carpeting.  The walls were
decorated with Hawaiian motif pictures and the wet bar was fully stocked.

   Cathy threw off her heels and slowly, almost sensuously, crossed the
main living space.  Reaching the main balcony she looked down on the
beautiful beach with its crashing waves, surfer boys and girls lying on the
beach soaking up the sun.

   Steve wasted no time.  He moved up behind her, gently placed his right
hand around her, cupping one of her breasts, while his left hand stole down
to her waist.  "Is everything ok," he asked, nibbling gently at her neck.

   Cathy smiled.  "It's perfect.  I've never seen any place so beautiful
before," she said quietly while his left hand began unzipping her skirt. 
She had been looking forward to going down to the beach and dipping her
feet in the lovely azure water, but that could wait.

   The windows were properly tinted so that any curious peeping toms could
not see in side the room.  Right there in front of the window Steve
undressed his new wife, slowly and sensuously.

   Cathy had gotten used to Steve's sometimes forceful moods, and if she
took a minute to consider, would admit she loved the way he sometimes just
took her like she was property.

   When she was naked Steve grabbed one of the chairs and slid it in front
of her.  He then pushed her down so that she was bent over, resting her
upper body on the chair while her ass jutted out invitingly to him.

   Steve dropped his pants, freeing his straining cock and paused for a
minute with his hands just lightly resting on Cathy's ass.  The views were
so beautiful: his naked wife about to get fucked from behind and the
beaches of Hawaii.

   This was not about making love to his wife though.  This was about
fucking his property.  He spread her legs a bit wider so they were a little
more than shoulder width apart.  He used both his hands to nicely separate
her ass cheeks and then aimed his cock at her pussy.  He hoped she hadn't
had enough time to get too wet cause he wanted it to be tight and dry, but
in that he was disappointed.

   Steve pressed his cock head to her pussy and then shoved all 7 inches
all the way into Cathy.  She gasped, in pain or pleasure he didn't know or
care.  This was about his needs right now, not here.  She knew what he
liked and she never said no to him.

   He grabbed her by the hips and fucked her like a piston.  It was all she
could do to stay standing as his hips continually slammed into her ass.  As
he thrust forward into her he pulled her back with his hands to meet his
cock.  After a few thrusts Cathy was gasping and Steve grunted like a
rutting pig.

   He erupted inside her, spraying her insides with streams of his cum.  He
pushed so hard that he momentarily lifted her feet from the floor.  There
she was, grasping the back of the chair while Steve's cock held her in the
air.

   They stayed like that for almost a minute before Steve came back to
himself enough to ease Cathy back onto her feet and pull his cum coated
cock out of her pussy.  He'd blasted so much cum into her that as he pulled
his dick out of her his cum came pouring out onto the floor.  He quickly
reached down, picked up her panties and shoved them between her legs to
stem the flow.

   "Cathy," he said.  "Let me sit in the chair while you clean me off with
your tongue."

   Cathy, holding her panties to her cunt, moved aside.  Steve sat in the
chair with his legs spread and motioned her down in front of him.  Without
a word Cathy kneeled down, squeezed her legs a bit to keep the panties
between he sopping pussy lips.  She kissed the head of his still erect
cock.

   "When you take me like that," she said, while gently tonguing cum and
pussy juice from his cock, "I feel like a total woman." She gently nibbled
on the side of his cock a few times and then continued.  "Tonight I want
you to fuck me in the ass." she slid the head all the way into her mouth
and out.  "Fuck me hard in the ass."

   Steve gently disengaged her mouth from his cock, cupping both sides of
her face.  "More suck, less talk," he said gently and pushed her mouth back
onto his cock.

   Part III - Tragedy

   The happy trio moved into a new apartment in the city.  It was a brown
stone, in a fairly good neighborhood.  It had a garage in the back that
could house two cars.  Annie took over the third floor as her domain
immediately upon moving in.  She had her own room, three times the size of
her old one, a full bath, a closet almost the size of her old room, and
Steve had let her do the decorating and choose the color scheme.  She'd
chosen to do the room in bright colors, reds and blues, and had asked for
and gotten hardwood floors.  She'd had them scatter a few five thousand
dollar persian rugs about, got her new MacBook pro set up on her desk, had
her game system and wide screen TV installed and she was good to go.  Annie
even had a door at the base of the third floor steps that gave her the
illusion of having her own apartment.

   Steve and Cathy had the second floor to themselves.  They had two
bedrooms--the second was used as Steve's office--a living area, two full
baths and Cathy had decided to decorate with eggshell walls, flower pattern
prints for the drapes and a curious mix of modern comfortable furniture and
antiques.

   They had been settled in for two only 3 months when Steve left to go on
one of his 'golfing sabbaticals'.  He and some of his friends tried to get
away to the golf courses of pebble beach or myrtle beach at least 3 or 4
times a year.  This time the guys were meeting up in Myrtle.  Jack, Steve's
best friend and best man couldn't attend this trip due to conflicts with
scheduling surgery, but he told Steve he'd definitely be at their next
meet.

   Monday morning rolled around and it was time for Jack to be going.  He
pressed the intercom and said, "Cathy, Annie, The taxi's here.  I gotta
go."

   Cathy and Annie came down the stairs to the first floor, Cathy walking,
Annie pounding down the stairs like a fleeing water buffalo.

   Cathy kissed him.  "You've got your clubs, your suit case?"

   "Yes, I"m not forgetting anything.  Don't worry."

   Annie gave him a quick hug and reached up for a kiss on the check.  "Now
be good," she cautioned him, "and watch out for those strippers.  Some of
them have VD." She laughed at Steve's quickly reddening face, and Cathy
smacked her on the shoulder.

   Cathy then punched him on the shoulder playfully.  "You can look, but
don't touch." she joked, giving him one last hug and opening the front door
for him so he could squeeze out, golf clubs in their carrying case on one
shoulder, travel bag on the other.

   Steve threw his stuff in the trunk of the cab, turned and waved one last
time to his girls.  They waved back excitedly and watch him drive away for
a 4 day vacation with the boys.

   Steve and the girls lived up north.  Myrtle was in South Carolina.  The
flight down took about 3 hours, including layover.  The guys tried to
arrive pretty much at the same time and Steve only had an hour wait before
he and 6 of his playing partners crowded into a large limo that took them
to Barefoot Plantation.

   Steve normally roomed with Jack.  This time though he made sure to hook
up with Charlie quickly and agree to share a room.  Nobody wanted to bunk
with Rich.  The man farted and snored all night long and it was worth 20
dots (the points they used in their golf gambling) to not share a room with
him.

   "Charlie and I got 204," Steve stated clearly as the receptionist
started giving the 11 guys their room keys.  Just as in shotgun, first call
wins.  That was the rules.  Steve grabbed the key for the 204, which
happened to be the nicest of the 6 rooms he'd reserved for the trip.  The
other guys called out their choices.

   To nobody's surprise Charlie ended up getting 209--a double--to himself.
Nobody complained about the inequity.

   Wednesday afternoon the group was playing their second round of the day
at The Plantation's Love course.  They were on the 8th hole, a par 4
dogleg. Steve had honors along with Charlie.

   "OK, Steve, just hit this one straight down the middle," Charlie
advised. He waved his hand to the left as Steve teed up his ball.  "If
you're gonna screw up, screw up right.  If you get too far left you're
blocked from the hole."

   Steve nodded.  "Sure Charlie.  Good advice.  Hit the ball Straight and
far." He addressed his ball, pulled back his driver, mouthed sev-en to
himself at the top of his back swing and swung.  The ball started down the
left side a bit and Charlie groaned.  But the wind and the spin of the ball
caused it to fade nicely and it ended up a bit on the right side of the
fairway.

   Steve turned to Charlie and raised an eyebrow and said "good enough,
coach?"

   "Yea yea." Charlie got up, and poked his ball out, about 20 yards short
of Steve, but good enough.

   After their opponents hit--Dan ended up too far left--they drove out to
their balls.  They noticed a ranger in a cart approaching.

   "Hey Charlie," Dan yelled, "I think he's gonna make you follow the
dick-out rule for not hitting one past the ladies tees!"

   "Fuck you, Dan," Charlie yelled back.  "That fucker's not a ranger. 
He's from the Arbor society and he's here to give you a ration of shit for
damaging the fucking trees with your fucking golf ball on every fucking
hole!"

   Everybody laughed at that and they pulled up to Charlie's ball, as it
was the shortest drive of the bunch.  The ranger finally caught up to them
and asked, "Any of you guys Steve Langdon?"

   Steve raise his hand.  "Guilty, sir" he replied.  "What's up?"

   "Sir," the ranger said, looking down, "um, can you come back with me to
the club house.  They've been trying to get you on your cell phone, but
it's off."

   Steve's eyebrows drew together and a look of concern crossed the faces
of he and his 3 playing partners.  Steve got out of the cart.  "I'll catch
you guys up in a few minutes.  Until I'm back, Charlie's score counts for
both."

   As he got into the ranger's cart he asked him again, this time concern
entering his tone, "Should I turn my cell back on?  What's up?"

   The ranger looked at Steve as he turned around, heading back to the
club. He looked guilty or scared or unhappy.  He mumbled.  "Sir, the police
have been calling around looking for you.  They said there's been an
accident at home."

   "What kind of an accident?  Cathy, Annie?  What?"

   The ranger shrugged.  "Um sir, you should talk to them."

   Twenty minutes later Steve was sitting in the club house with a local
cop, his head in his hands, quietly crying.

   "Sir, if there's anything we can do.."

   Steve just shook his head and wiped away the tears.  "Um, can you, um,
get me in touch with a local charter or something.  I need a jet to fly me
back home no."

   "Sir, we can try to schedule you on the next flight out.."

   "No.  Never mind.  I'll make a call."

   Steve speed dialed his travel assistant.  "Jenny, I need a flight out of
Myrtle now."

   He listened, then spoke again.  "No, I want a charter.  I'll be at the
airport in 25 minutes.  Find some local and have it gassed up and ready to
go."

   A pause, then "No!  I don't fucking care what it costs.  Just make sure
somebody's there in 25 minutes!" He pushed the disconnect button.

   "Fuck!" he yelled, hurling his cell phone at and through one of the
windows.

   "Sir," the officer said.  "I'll take you to the airport right now."
Steve had tears in his eyes again.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he repeated.

   He barely even noticed when one of the men behind the counter retrieved
his phone and handed it to the officer.

   When Steve arrived at his local airport a few hours later, a police car
was waiting for him.  The police car was waiting near the hangers and
pulled up to the jet as Steve exited, sans baggage and golf bag.  He hadn't
even remembered to tell the gang that he was leaving.

   The officer greeted him.  "Sir, I'm detective Rillo.  I'm very sorry
about your wife.  Um, your daughter is at the hospital.  She is in good
condition."

   Steve nodded.  "Can you take me to the hospital?"

   "Of course," Rillo replied.  "This is my partner, detective Susan
Saminov." She nodded to Steve, but he didn't notice.  They drove to Beth
Israel in silence, the only sound in the car was the dispatch radio.

   The two detectives smoothed the way for Steve at the hospital.  He was
brought in to See Annie.  She was in the emergency room, sitting up and
drinking gatorade or ginger ale or something from a small cup with a straw.
She had on those ugly hospital gowns and looked like she'd gone a few
rounds with Mike Tyson.

   The doctor told Steve, "She was hit a few times, drugged, but no life
threatening injuries.  She's been asking for you."

   Steve went straight to her and when she saw him she started crying all
over again.  Steve cried too.  He grabbed her up in a careful hug.  "Oh
Annie, I'm so sorry," he said as she clutched him like a drowning man holds
onto a life preserver.

   Annie balled and held onto him.  "They, they say that mom..." she
started crying uncontrollably again and Steve hugged her more fiercely.

   "I know," he crooned.  "I know.  Look baby," he said.  "I'm here for
you. Don't worry about anything.  Nothing at all.  You just do what the
doctors say and don't worry about anything.  OK?  Nothing."

   She released him regretfully and nodded.  "OK.  I just don't know what
to do," she said.

   "Nothing Annie.  Do nothing.  Just nothing."

   Steve and Annie stayed together for a few minutes until the doctor
interrupted.  "Mr.  Langdon, we'd like to give Anne a mild sedative. 
They're going to take her upstairs, get her a room and some sleep.  OK?"

   "Sure, sure," Steve said, standing.  "You're the boss."

   The two detectives had been waiting for Steve.  "Sir, we'd like to have
you come down to the station and ask you some questions.  It may be that
you know something that might help us catch the guy."

   Steve was numb.  He nodded.  Of course.  "But, when can I see Cathy?"

   * * *

   The investigation into the rape and murder of Cathy Langdon and the rape
of Anne Buckley went unsolved.  The perpetrator had broken into the home
and incapacitated both women with a chemical spray.  He had then injected
them with a cocktail of muscle relaxants and the ingredients found in
rufies.

   He raped both women, but wore a condom each time.  He raped Anne
vaginally and Cathy both vaginally and anally.  The police had no idea why
he'd beat both women, as they'd been unconscious, but one was lucky, the
other not.

   Anne had suffered a concussion, a broken arm, and had general bruising
and swelling on her face, arms and legs.  Cathy had suffered no broken
bones.  She had the same bruising as Anne, but the rapist had caught her in
an unfortunate spot right behind the ear.  She developed a hematoma in her
brain.

   By the time Annie woke up and was able to drag herself to the phone to
dial 911, her mom was dead.

   Part IV - The Unexpected Surprise

   A few days later Steve took Anne home, with a promise to adopt her and
see her through college.  He said, "Annie, I know I'm just the guy that
married your mom, but I"m going to take care of you like I was your dad."

   Steve did not take her back to their house.  It was already on the
market.  He'd had a moving crew put all their stuff in storage, emptying
the house out.

   During the two days that Annie was in the hospital he signed a lease on
a new apartment, a locked down apartment building that had a doorman.  His
agent had called a decorator friend of hers.  The decorator got a few guys
to help her get the new place ready in under 24 hours.

   Everybody moved at warp speed to make sure that the place was ready for
occupancy by the time Annie was ready to come home.  The new place was
smaller than the old, with 3 bedrooms, two full baths, a living and dining
area and plenty of closet space.  It even had hardwood floor.  Annie loved
hardwood floors.

   A month passed.  Cathy was laid to rest and Annie was considering going
back to school.  She could never go back to her old school.  Everything
about 'before' was just more than she could handle.  As unusual as it is
for high school girls to agree to change high schools, Annie just couldn't
go back to her old digs.

   Steve's decorator had made the place more livable in the last month. 
Many of Annie's old things, her desk, one of her persian carpets, her 'Fall
out boy' posters...  her room was livable and the two of them had moved
forward with their lives.

   It was Friday night.  Steve and Annie were having dinner, chicken cordon
bleu, asparagus and rice, delivered from a local restaurant.  Neither of
them was much on cooking.

   Annie picked at her food, eating little.  Steve figured that she was
just having a bad day.  Since her mother's death, she'd had some good days
and bad days.  He had learned not to try and draw her out.  When she got
like this she'd brood for awhile and then come to him with her problem or
question.

   Steve was finishing the last of his dinner when she finally sighed, put
down her fork and spoke.  "I'm pregnant."

   "What?"

   "I said, I'm pregnant."

   "But, how?"

   Annie gave him a sharp look.  "I'm not sleeping around if that's what
you're thinking.  The condom that bastard used must have had a hole in it."

   Steve took a deep breath.  He didn't know what to say.  Annie had been
drugged, raped, beaten while unconscious and had lost her mom.  Now on top
of all that the bastard who'd raped her had a fucking pin hole leak in the
condom.

   Annie didn't say anything else.  She looked down at her plate, waiting.

   Steve came out of his shock in an instant.  He got up from his chair and
took her in his arms.  "Oh baby," he said.  "I'm so sorry."

   Annie didn't cry, she just sat there, withstanding his hug.  He wouldn't
blame her if she swore off men altogether.  Her mother had pretty much done
that from the time she'd had Annie at 16, until she'd met steve 15 years
later.

   "Let's go in the living room and talk," Steve said.  He grabbed a bottle
of wine and two glasses.  Annie slowly got up and went into the living room
with him.

   He poured them both a glass of wine.  Annie liked the sweetness of
Riesling, and he saw no reason to not let her have a glass now and then. 
She did not over indulge and a glass of wine always perked her up a bit,
made her feel more like an adult, and in control adult in charge of her own
life.

   Steve sat in the comfortable arm chair, Annie on the couch.  He waited.

   She sipped.  Finally, "What am I gonna do?" she asked.

   Steve didn't know what to say.  He turned the question back on her. 
"what do you want to do, Annie?"

   "I don't know." She chewed on her lip.  "I mean, if my mom had decided
at 16 to get an abortion, I wouldn't be here.  But", she moaned, I'm only
16.  I don't know about babies.  I don't want a baby, but I don't want an
abortion."

   "Well, there's adoption," Steve offered helpfully.

   "No fucking way," she fired back.  "Either I have it or I don't."

   There was silence for a few minutes.  Each of them sipped their wine. 
Steve waited for her to say something else.

   Finally she spoke.  "I need your opinion on this, Steve.  I don't think
I can make this decision alone." She looked at him pleadingly.  "Don't give
me that 'I'll support you no matter what you do bullshit'"", she said.  "My
grandparents are dead.  If I do have this baby I can't do it alone."

   A tear came to her eye.  "I know what you said about taking care of me,
but this is a bit beyond the pale.  I want your advice, not just your
support."

   "Well?" she asked.

   Steve thought carefully before answering.  He couldn't believe how
mature this 16 year old girl was.  She was what some called a straight
edge, no sex, no boyfriend.  But she liked boys.  She got straight As in
school, and was ranked 6th in her class.  She'd said that all men under 25
were to immature to date and that she didn't have time for them until they
started thinking with their heads instead of their privates.  He almost
smiled at that memory of what she'd said, what 6 months ago, a life time
ago 'privates'.

   He decided to tell her the truth.  But he couldn't resist starting with
his standard preamble.  "OK Annie, but before I give you my opinion, I'll
repeat myself.  I will support you regardless of what you do.  I told you
that you were family now.  You're not alone."

   She nodded.  though she pretended to hate it, she always felt good when
he said she was family.

   "But?" she prompted, and then took another sip of wine.  The glass was
almost empty.

   "Big breath time," Steve said.  "Breathe, two, three four.  OK.  I think
you should keep the baby.  I'm not catholic.  I support a woman's right to
choose but I don't want you to make that choice.  That baby is part of, or
will be part of our family.  And between you and me, I think he or she will
do alright."

   Annie's expression changed from anxious and worried to resolute.  She
nodded.  "That's decided then.  I'm gonna be a mommy." She paused and
smiled for the first time that night, "and I guess you're gonna be a
grandpa?  I'm still going to Harvard though," she added.

   They both laughed.

   * * * 3 Months Later * * *

   Steve had to admit that her pregnancy had helped Annie recover from her
mom's death.  They had both decided that she would not go back to high
school.  Her stomach was swelling and she didn't want to be 'that pregnant'
girl at school.

   Her status was changed to home school and she met with her tutor 4 times
a week.

   They stayed in the apartment and they bonded.  They had painted the
nursery in primary colors (Annie was all about primary colors).  The walls
were bright red, blue and green and they'd hand painted rainbows on the
celling and the walls.  When they were finished with the painting, Steve
had demanded they call professionals because the place looked like 'a 32
color palette had thrown up on the walls!'.

   But Annie liked it and her decision was final.  They'd bought a nice
white crib with fold down sides, the changing table, seven mobiles, a
comfortable rocking chair and tons of baby gadgets for the room.

   It was movie night, Friday.  They cuddled on the couch watching a chick
flick starring Meg somebody or other.  Annie was half asleep.  She was
still allowed a glass of wine and between that, the darkened room, and the
late hour she was starting to fall asleep.

   Steve considered turning off the TV and carrying her to her room.  After
4 months she had the bump but she still weighed about 105 soaking wet. 
Annie was in her nighty and he could just sweep her up, put her to bed and
then go into his room and jerk off.

   His cock was hard.  Lying back on the couch with her in his arms, he did
his best to conceal it.  Her eyes were closed so he covertly adjusted his
cock.  He gently sniffed her hair--strawberry.  He put his left hand gently
on her baby bump and her hand came down to rest upon his softly.

   That did it.  He'd waited long enough in his mind.  He gently kissed the
top of her head and repositioned himself enough to cause her eyes to
flicker open.

   "Bed time?" she murmured, mostly asleep.

   "No," Steve said.  I need to talk to you about something and I don't
think it can wait.  I need to say something to you, Annie."

   This woke her.  She gently disengaged herself and sat up.  She
recognized Steve's serious tone was her apprehension showed as she reached
for the empty wine glass, her hand shaking slightly.  She lived in fear of
Steve leaving her.  He was her rock.

   "OK," she said.  "Shoot."

   "You know I love you," Steve said, handing her his wine glass, which was
still half full.

   Annie nodded.  "But?" she said, taking a bit sip.

   Steve blew out his breath.  He rubbed his hands through his hair.  He
looked away.

   Annie pulled his gaze back and spoke.  "Honesty Steve, it's all we got.
Who is she?"

   Steve said "What?!"

   "I didn't expect you to become a monk.  I'm not gonna be mad."

   "Whoa!" he exclaimed.  "Not even close, you git."

   Annie raised an eyebrow.  "Oh.  Whoops.  My bad.  What then?"

   "First, I must annoy you with my standard pre-amble, Annie."

   She made a jerking off motion with her left hand.  Now that he wasn't
about to tell her he was in love with some woman, Annie wasn't quite as
nervous.  "Right, you'll always provide for me and little Cathy.  Blah,
blah blah."

   Steve didn't laugh.  "Right.  I have a bit more text to add to the end
of the pre-amble.  If you hate me, or don't want to live here any more,
then I'll do everything I can for you and the baby.  You don't ever have to
talk to me again, after I say this.  You've got your mom's insurance money
and I'll pay--"

   "Jesus fucking Christ!" she exclaimed.  "What the fuck's going on.  Just
tell me you dim-witted Yale boy."

   That broke the tension.  "Just for that, when you get into Harvard, you
can use your own money to pay that piss-hole's tuition!"

   They both laughed.

   "I'll be right back." Steve got up and went into his bedroom.  When he
came back he had a small jewelry box.  Annie's brain shut down.

   He kneeled before her.  "Annie, I've fallen in love with you."

   She started to interrupt but he held up a hand.

   "No.  Let me finish.  This is way fucking inappropriate.  I'm twice your
age, literally.  I'm supposed to be your father figure and if you want,
that's the way it'll stay.  But I can't just not say what I feel.  I want
to marry you.  You me and the baby, we'll be a family.  God, I'm such an
ass."

   Steve opened the box.  Sitting on a blue velvet base was a 2 karat
diamond ring.  It was emerald cut, placed in a platinum band with two small
bagets framing it.

   He held up the box to her and hung his head, refusing to meet her eyes.
There was silence.

   The moment was pregnant with possibilities.

   Annie reached out and took the diamond ring from the box and placed it
on her ring finger.  She showed Steve her hand and he gasped.

   "I accept," she said.  They both laughed and cried at the same time.  He
stood and offered her his hand.  She took it and they walked into the
master bedroom, his bedroom.

   She lay in his arms.  He kissed her and then said good night.

   They set the wedding date two weeks hence.  It would be just the two of
them and a justice of the peace.  Steve secured a waiver that would allow
the 16 year old Annie to marry him.  Officially he had told the judge that
the baby was his, but privately he and Annie told the truth to the judge,
who knew what happened to Cathy and her mom.

   Annie slept in his arms every night, safe and secure.  On the day of the
wedding she wore a white dress with a string of pearls.  She didn't want a
gown.  They said their dues and headed home.

   Other than that the day was just like all the others.  It was movie
night again and Steve's turn.  In spite of his bride's desire to watch
'failure to launch', or 'You've got mail' or 'Father of the Bride' they
rented and watched 'Batman Begins'.

   Steve smacked her bottom when she protested.  "Look, this movie has
something for both of us.  I get action.  You get Christian Bale."

   Annie sniffed.  "But it's my wedding night.  How can you not let me pick
the movie?"

   Steve laughed at her.  She laughed back.

   She capitulated.  "Fine.  Batman Begins.  Christian's dreamy anyway."

   When the movie was over they climbed into bed and Steve cradled Annie in
his arms, like he did every night.  She turned to go to sleep after a quick
snuggle, but Steve had other ideas.

   His hand settled on her baby bump and he rubbed her belly for awhile. 
She cooed.  Then his hand slowly went up to her breasts and he cupped one
of them.  He felt her tense up and wondered briefly if she was going to
freeze up.

   Steve let his hand just lie on her breast for a few minutes.  Annie
relaxed.  Steve gently rubbed her nipple through her night gown, slowly
circling her breast with the his cupped hand, and then running his thumb
over her nipple.

   She lay quiet, just breathing.  His hand moved back to her baby bump. 
She started to relax, but his hand didn't stop there.  It moved down, and
then further down, slowly.

   When his hand reached her crotch, he began rubbing softly.  She was
tense.  He didn't care.  His cock was throbbing.  For the first time in his
life he thought he might come in his shorts.  He gently kissed the back of
her neck, lovingly, slowly.  His kisses and tongue licks swirled as he
gently shoved his cock up against her lower back.

   She gasped but he paid her no mind.  He slowly rubbed his cock against
her through the fabric of his shorts.

   Annie was as tense as a coiled spring.  He took his right hand from her
crotch.  His left arm was under her head.  He pulled down his shorts with
his right hand alone, freeing his cock.  It seemed to strain for her of its
own accord.  He rubbed it against her lower back again and again.  God, he
was so close.

   He pulled up her nighty above her waist and placed his hand under the
elastic band of her panties.  "Annie, pull down your panties," he whispered
in her ear.

   There was no response from Annie.  He started pulling trying to get her
panties down himself, but it wasn't working with one hand.

   "Lift your hips," he whispered again.

   A pause, then he felt her lift her hip slowly from the bed.  That was
all the help he needed.  In a moment her panties were down around her
ankles.  She was shaking slightly.

   For a while his hand just explored.  He cupped one of her ass cheeks in
his hand.  Then gently rubbed it.  He reached around and felt her bush. 
Her legs were clamped shut so he just rubbed her mons gently.

   "Lift up your leg," he commanded.

   Annie slowly lifted her right leg but again said nothing.  Steve brought
his hand back around to her ass and gently explored between her legs from
behind.  He briefly brought his index finger to his mouth and wet it with
his tongue.

   Then he gently probed with it between the lips of her pussy.  As his
finger slipped inside her he felt her warmth and the beginning of her
wetness.  He gently finger fucked her pussy with first one and then two
fingers.  After only a few minutes he pulled both his fingers out.

   "Push your ass back and your legs forward," he told her.  Silently she
did as she was told.

   "Perfect," he said.  He slid down a bit toward the foot of the bed and
got his cock between her ass crack.  She had her right leg raised, her knee
bent, her foot on the knee of her left leg.

   He started pushing, moving, pushing, moving forward until he felt her
wetness.  She was no help.  He wanted to tell her to grab his cock and aim
it into her pussy, but thought that might spook her.

   After a few minutes he found her pussy lips and began gently thrusting.
She still wasn't very wet, but the pre-cum covering his cock made up for
that.  His cock head found the opening and he pressed forward.

   Irresistibly his cock slipped into his sixteen year old pregnant bride's
cunt.  The first few inches took forever.  He moved his hand back to her
breast, then down to her hip.  He held her hip still as he withdrew most of
his cock, then pushed it back in.  He repeated this 4 or 5 times, and then
the wetness was enough.

   Steve slowly shoved his full length into Annie.  "Relax," he told her.
"Just relax and lay still, baby."

   He started pumping, slowly, oh so slowly.  Her cunt was tight.  It felt
like fucking a coke bottle.  The angle of entry, and her position made her
tight so tight.

   He pumped faster, holding her hip, his head buried in her neck, gently
whispering nonsense to her, "Oh god baby, Oh god, you're so good.  I love
you so much..."

   He lasted 5 minutes at this very slow pace before the sensation and the
reality of fucking this 16 year old pregnant girl proved too much.  He came
inside her hard.  He thrust as deep into her as he could and filled her up
with his cum.

   When he was spent he gently disengaged and turned her to face him.  It
was dark so he could not quite make out her expression, but it didn't
matter.  He kissed her on the lips.  First lightly, then probing.  She
responded, opening her mouth to him and gently placing her hand on his left
hip.

   The two lovers kissed passionately, his tongue teaching her how as they
lay entwined.  "Go to sleep, baby" he finally whispered.

   * * * 7 months pregnant

   "Honey, I think we need to lay off on vaginal sex for awhile." Steve
said, lying in bed with his young wife.  She was head down sucking his cock
at the time.  He secretly admitted that her mother had been a slightly
better cock sucker, but even at 7 months pregnant Annie was the best fuck
he'd ever had, the most beautiful too.

   She lifted her head up from his cock.  "OK, dear.  We'll just have to
get by with cock sucking then."

   Annie was lying half on Steve in a good position to suck his cock, while
he gently fingered her pussy from behind.  He moved her gently off him and
got up.

   He went to the bathroom and came back a moment later with a tube of
astroglide that he'd bought that day, a strange little dildo that looked
like a brown street cone with a blunt tip, and a pickle sized vibrator.

   Annie's look turned from lustful to 'no fucking way' in a heartbeat. 
"If you think you're fucking me in the ass, lover, you got another thing
coming."

   Annie was a strong willed girl, but Steve was older, wiser and he was
the authority figure in their marriage.  He climbed back into bed and took
the cover off the tube.  "It's not as bad as you think, honey.  It's
uncomfortable at first but the more you do it the better it gets.

   "Trust me.  when I was married to your mom, she loved it."

   "Un, I don't think so."

   "He rubbed some onto his cock.  It was already slippery with her spit,
but not slippery enough."

   He kissed her on the head.  "OK, turn over on your stomach, with your
knees under your chest," he ordered.

   "Fuck no," she fired back.

   Steve could spend all night trying to convince her and get nowhere.  She
was stubborn.  "Look, I"m telling you baby.  You will come to love being
ass fucked.  Trust me." He gently rubbed her hip but she wasn't buying it.

   "I said, no."

   His grip on her became firm.  As did his tone.  "Over onto your stomach
now, Annie," he ordered.

   She gasped.  Then looked at him.  This wasn't right, she thought. 
Wasn't her mouth and pussy enough for him?  He'd ass fucked her mom?

   He gently pushed her over with his hand on her hip.  She didn't resist.
After rolling her over, he had her get into an almost fetal position, with
her hips jutting up and her knees to her chest.

   Steve's firm hold turned to a caress.  "I love you, baby."

   He got behind her to look at her ass, but it was too dark.  He got up
briefly turned the overhead lights on and got back in the bed.  Annie lay
there in a ball, her ass up, not saying a word.  She was humiliated by her
position and the fact that he'd turned the lights on so he could better see
himself fuck her ass.

   "God," Steve muttered, admiring the view "you are so fucking beautiful."

   He squirted astroglide onto her brown rosebud and moved it around with
his finger.  She flinched.  "It's ok baby.  Before I fuck you I'm gonna use
this little dildo to stretch you out a bit.  Trust me."

   He turned on the vibrator and gently rubbed it around her pussy.  She
might have been mad, but she was also sopping wet.  After a few minutes she
let out a small moan.  He pushed the vibrator all the way into her pussy
and went to work on her anus.

   Steve put the special anal dildo onto his finger.  He rubbed it around
her hole gently and then pressed the tip into her.  Her ass yielded
reluctantly to his gentle pressure.  She tensed momentarily but the
vibrator in her pussy offset the intrusion into her ass.

   The vibrator in her pussy was on its lowest setting.  He wanted her to
feel pleasure, not have an orgasm.  That just would not do.  Over the next
15 minutes he continued to stimulate her anally.  As her hole loosened he
thrust the dildo in a bit further.  Soon he was working it in and out of
her steadily and she was humming softly to herself.

   He stuck the dildo in deep and then withdrew it.  He tossed the dildo
aside, grabbed the tube of astroglide and rubbed some more first around her
anal rose bud and then on his cock.

   Annie was in her own world.  Though she was still mad that he was going
to violate her ass, the twin sensations of the vibrator in her pussy and
the anal stimulation put her in a swoon, that is until Steve's voice
interrupted her high.

   "I'm gonna put it in you now, babe.  Do not tense up.  I'm gonna start
off real slow, babe.  You tell me if I"m going too fast, ok."

   "OK," she murmured calmly.

   Steve grabbed her ass cheeks with is hands.  He looked at her ass hole.
It was closing up, tightening as he watched.  He positioned his cock at her
hole and gently pushed.  Her ass yielded quickly and the head of his cock
sank into her her.

   He thrust a bit further into her.  Annie gasped.  He pulled out a bit.
"OK, honey?" he asked.

   "Un huh."

   "You're doing great." Steve looked down at nearly a third of his cock
buried in her ass.  He began pumping slowly, still only moving a third of
his cock into her, before withdrawing almost all the way.

   After a few strokes Steve pushed 5 of his 7 inches into his 16 year old
pregnant bride.  She gasped.  "Ow."

   "Sorry babe." He backed out a few inches, and then slowly pushed back
in. She gasped, but not as loudly as last time.  "Oh god, babe.  You are so
fucking hot.  Trust me.  You're gonna learn to love this."

   He stopped, 5 inches of his shaft in her, and reached his hand under his
cock into her pussy.  He pulled out the vibrator, upped its level, and
pushed it back into her sopping wet cunt.

   He couldn't bury his entire cock into her ass.  He gave a few tentative
pushes and she hissed.  He backed off, tried again, another grunt from
Annie.

   "OK babe, that's fine.  That's far enough.  Now I'm gonna start pumping.
You just concentrate on that vibrator up your pussy.  OK?"

   "OK," Annie grunted.  "OK."

   Steve knew how deep he could go now.  After the baby, or with a little
patience he'd be able to jam his entire cock in her ass, but for now, 5
inches was enough.  He pulled his cock almost out of her, squirted more
glide on it, rubbed it with his hand and started fucking her for real.

   He watched his cock moving in and out.  he got in a rhythm and grunted.
"I"m close babe.  Almost there." Annie said nothing.  She bit her lip and
rode out the combined pleasure and pain of the vibrator in her cunt and
Steve's anal assault.

   Steve grunted one more time and pushed hard as he felt his sperm rising.
He yelled "Fuck!" and pushed hard.  Something gave and his entire 7 inches
slammed into her ass.

   Annie Screamed.

   Steve was beyond caring.  His orgasm came in waves.  He shot streams of
cum into his wife's ass.  He yelled "Fuck!!!" again.

   "Steve!" Annie screamed.  "Get it out!  I'm dying!  God, it hurts!"

   Steve looked down at his cock buried in her up to the root.  He smiled,
withdrew all the way.

   Annie gasped.

   Part V - Married life

   Little Cathy finally deigned to enter the world.  She was delivered by
cesarian at 7:30 am on November 4th, 2008.  While the docs were in there
they did a little tummy tuck on Annie.  She had read about how female
movies stars gave birth and she thought if it's good enough for them it's
good enough for me.  Cathy Sarah Langdon weighed in at 8 pounds 6 ounces.

   The two new parents and their beautiful baby girl settled into a nice
routine of wedded bliss.

   Every sunday night, after Annie put the baby down, she came into the bed
room, climbed into bed and curled up into a nice ball on her stomach.  She
had grown used to being sodomized, and Steve had been right.  It was a
weekly ritual she enjoyed, feeling her husband fill her ass with his cum.

   This Sunday night though was going to be different.  Annie put little
Catherine in her crib and sang her a lullaby.  Steve heard her singing a
through the baby monitor.

   He brushed his teeth, took off his clothes and waited for her.  He sat
on the edge of the bed, his legs spread, his cock half hard.  Annie
sauntered in, dropping her robe seductively as she entered the room.  She
gave Steve a look, half horny smile, half question.  She was looking
forward to her ass fucking and Steve sitting on the edge of the bed
signaled a change.

   "What's up," she asked, coming over and gently brushing his cock.  Steve
looked at her standing there in her glory, naked, with her nipples rock
hard and her perfect angel's smile looking down at him.  She stood in front
of him, waiting.  He turned his hand edgewise up and gently placed it
between her legs.  Annie had that one inch gap between her thighs where
they met her pussy, that gap was perfection.

   He removed his hand and nodded his head down.  "Suck me, Annie."

   She didn't hesitate.  She dropped back, sitting on her ass and heels and
kissed his cock to full arousal.

   She looked up in question.  He framed her head with his hand and gently
pushed his erection into her mouth.  "I'm going to tell you a story, Annie.
I want you to work my cock until I"m done.  No questions, nothing."

   "OK." she started brushing the sides of his cock with her teeth and then
licked up and down his length as he began his tale.

   "Two years ago," he began "I was at the supermarket when I saw this
vision, this beauty.  She was the most beautiful piece of ass I'd ever
seen.

   "I followed her home, got her address, and with a bit of investigative
work I found out her name and stats.  I already knew that I had to have
her. Nothing could stand in my way.  Nothing."

   Annie swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock.  She looked up at
him.

   "I knew it was going to be difficult to get her.  But there was no
question of restraint.  A cold, callous strategy was called for.  A
strategy that came to me in an instant." The look he gave her was cold and
determined.  She could not meet his gaze and looked down.  She had seen
this side of him a few times.  When Steve believed something strongly he
was unstoppable.

   Annie started probing lightly at his ass hole with her finger, while
gently sucking him in and then pushing him out.  She knew how to hold him
off from coming for as long as she wanted.  When he was ready to cum he'd
let her know.  She asked, "Are you talking about my mom?"

   "Yes and no, sweet heart.  Yes and no.  I hunted Cathy.  There was never
any doubt that I'd land her.  God I loved your mom, Annie.  She took well
to what I taught her.  Believe me when I tell you that fucking her cunt was
ecstacy.

   "But, she was an impediment."

   His cock plopped out of her mouth.  "Huh?"

   "Cock back in mouth, annie.  No talking.  Just listen."

   She obeyed him but her sucking of his cock was absent now.  She wondered
where he was going.

   Steve continued.  "You remember my best man, Jack?  Well, he's a doctor
and a frat buddy.  We had some adventures back in college and he owed me a
solid, a real solid.  But even if he didn't he would have helped me out
cause he and I are brothers in every sense that matters.  Closer than
brothers actually.

   "So, I figured out your menstruation cycle.  It was easy.  You and your
mom had the exact same cycle.  Once I had you both mapped out I planned a
golf trip."

   Annie looked up at him, his cock in her mouth, all thought of sucking
him off gone.  He let the lapse go and continued.

   "While I was golfing, Jack came north.  He entered the house while you
and your mom were out.  He had a key, a key I gave him.  It was easy.

   "He waited for you to come home.  He wore a mask just in case.  You came
home first.  You don't remember because he dosed you with some heavy drugs
that affect memory.  He carried you upstairs hit you strategically with
baton, breaking your arm, giving you a light concussion, all of it done by
a man who's an excellent surgeon."

   He looked down at Annie, sitting there dumbfounded, her mouth half open
with his cock still in her mouth.

   "When Cathy came home, he hit were with a spray anesthetic, just like he
did to you.  He dosed her with the drugs, same as he dosed you.

   "Then he put on a condom and fucked her.  She never knew a thing.  He
fucked her pussy, then her ass.  Then he gently kissed her forehead.  I
know this because he related the exact story back to me a week later.

   "He then struck her precisely with a police baton behind the ear.  He
hit her a few more times to bruise her up like you, but that was the blow
that counted.

   "He was sure it was a killing blow, but he wasn't done yet.  While she
lay there bleeding into her brain he went back upstairs to you.  He used a
dildo with a condom on it to break your hymen.  That is something I would
have liked to do myself, but we all have to make compromises."

   He grabbed both sides of her head.  "I didn't say to stop sucking,
Annie." She took his cock back into her mouth again, sucking it.  Her cock
sucking was on auto pilot.

   "Good, babe, good.  So, this is where things get weird.  He brought a
few tools with him and some frozen sperm, my sperm.  He inseminated you,
then bruised your labia a bit to make it look like you'd been raped too. 
The guy is a perfectionist.  Does perfect work."

   "He checked your pulse and went down stairs to wait.  It was another
hour before Cathy died.  He went out the back and the rest is history."

   "You see Annie, that day in the supermarket, it wasn't your mom that I
fell in love with.  It was you.

   "There was no other possible way for me to get a 16 year old girl like
you.  I knew that if I got Cathy, and then she died, you'd turn to me.  I'd
be your rock, your island.  The insemination was a gamble, one I frankly
didn't expect to work.

   "Little Cathy in the other room is our child, Annie.  I had a DNA test
done on her a few weeks ago.  She's our daughter."

   He looked down.  He hoped she didn't bite.  She didn't.  She sucked his
cock harder and faster.  Her finger slid up his ass and she deep throated
him, taking his cock all the way in.  He grunted in ecstasy and a bit of
pain as she pushed on his prostate, using her swallowing reflex to jerk him
off in her throat.

   His first stream of cum shot down her throat.  She pulled back and his
second stream hit the back of her mouth.  His third stream splashed against
her tongue, some of it leaking out between her lips.

   Without a word she pulled her finger from his ass, wiped her finger on a
towel and stood up.

   She faced him, a vision of anger and vengeance, naked and untouchable- a
beautiful goddess.  Her hand lashed out and slapped him hard.  The blow
brought tears to his eyes it stung so bad.

   "That's for killing my mother," she said.  Her anger lashed him like a
physical blow.

   She turned away, reached down and picked up her robe.  She put it on and
walked to their bedroom door.  Steve panicked.  He had to get her back
under control.  He couldn't lose her.

   She stopped at the door and half turned, looking back at him.  "Did you
enjoy that blow job, Steve?" She asked breathily?

   "Um, yes."

   So you agree that I'm a better cock sucker than my mom was?" Steve had
used that against her on more than one occasion to get her to work harder
at cocking sucking and ass fucking.  All daughters are at some level in
competition with their mothers.

   "Don't go, Annie." He stood.

   She shook her head, exasperated.  "Come on let's go look at little
Cathy. She's an angel when she sleeps.  Then I want my Sunday night ass
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