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Disclaimer. I write stories for pleasure. Everything in my stories is
fiction. In no way do I condone the scenarios within the writings.
Rape, child endangerment, and unwanted pregnancy are subjects to be
role-played between you and your significant other only. Anybody
actually carrying out this in real life, needs to see a psychiatrist,
or seek mental help from a qualified expert in mental health. I am
always open to comments and constructive criticism. I believe in the
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this. If it is illegal or unlawful to read adult stories in your,
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story. Thank You, trukin_fool


Vindictive women
by truckin_fool


Her name was Sally.
I'd met her back in school. She had a reputation.
She was affectionately known as "Sally suck 'em silly."
I never actually saw or knew anybody, who had sex with her, but that
was the story, going around.
She really wasn't pretty, in fact she seemed kind of frumpy, and she
really wasn't all that smart, book wise at least.
I heard she got mixed up with a wannabe gang, and I lost track after
that.
Since then, I had been married to a woman named Betty, and divorced,
but I still kept my high paying job as a nation wide trouble shooter,
for my company.
My job was to fire slackers, and replace them, with eager beaver type
workers.
I had used anything and everyone I could, to further my own status,
and establish my own personal future.
Over the years, I borrowed money from my inlaws, and my parents, which
I reinvested, making a small fortune, for myself.
My motto always was, "Life is never a compromise."
You do whatever it takes, and take whatever you can, to succeed.
With the slowing economy, I had the opportunity, to take some time
off. I of course, still collected my very generous yearly salary.
Knowing I would do the job, regardless of who got hurt, pleased my
bosses well, and they didn't want to lose me.
I decided to go back to that small town, I'd grown up in.
My parents had passed away last year, and I had a lawyer settling
their affairs.
When I got back, I still had my parents house, which had just been
signed over to me recently.
At least I had a place to stay.
I had sixteen days to check out the town, and look up a few old
friends, with whom I'd lost track of.
The first night back in town, I was really bored.
I'd forgotten how laid back, and how secretive, small town people
could be.
In the local area growing up, everyone knew everybody.
Seeing as I had left town, and went elsewhere for a job, I was
considered an outsider, by almost everyone.
That night, I stopped in the little corner bar, where I used to buy
booze, when I was still in high school.
I always looked older than I really was, and I could always get away
with more, than any of my classmates.
After trying three times, to strike up a conversation with a few
locals, I eventually sat alone and disgusted at the attitudes of the
locals.
To me, being a well seasoned traveler, these people were no more than
hicks, or yokels.
After an hour, I was just about to leave, when this gorgeous looking
red head walked in.
She looked around, and seeing me, raised her eyebrows slightly, then
sat next to me.
I considered myself fortunate, that a very fit and well kept young
lady, saw fit to join me.
I was thirty six, and aged very rapidly it seemed, because my head had
balded, and I had a slight pot belly.
"Soooooo, how are you?" The woman asked, sounding somewhat sexy in her
tone.
"Well I'm just peachy." I replied, acting suave.
"So what have you been doing with yourself these days?" She asked.
I was stunned that this beauty even knew me, let alone recognized me.
I went on to tell her about how well I was doing, and bragged about my
lucrative income.
"So that's what happens when people leave here, and venture into the
real world, huh?" She asked smiling widely.
Just then the bartender showed up, and asked if she wanted the usual,
while he gave me a conceited stare.
The woman said yes, and I quickly offered to buy it.
"Well thanks Jim." She said, smiling seductively. "So what brings you
back here?"
I still wondered who this woman was, and how she knew me.
"Well. My parents passed away last year, and I just came back, to find
out if I could finish, settling the estate."
"Oh yeah. I remember going to their funerals." She said. "But I didn't
see you there."
"No." I replied. "I was working, and couldn't get away. Did you know
them?"
"I sure did. Don't you remember?" She asked.
Not wanting her to know, I'd completely forgotten who she was, I
stammered.
"Oh yeah, I guess so."
The bartender brought her the drink, and flashed me another wrinkled
brow look.
"You in town for long?" She asked, breaking my concetration of the
bartenders glances.
"Well? I have two weeks, and by that time, I will probably be bored to
death, in this little village." I quipped.
"Hmmmmm." She said sipping her drink. "Not if you know the right
people, and go to the right places."
Now I knew this small burg, was only one mile, by one mile. There
wasn't too much going on, from what I'd remembered, or seen.
"So?" I asked. "For a good time, who do I see, and where do I go?"
"Well, tomorrow night, I'm having a small party at my place. I have
invited a few friends over, and if you'd like, you can stop by." She
offered.
I was happy to be invited, but depressed that I'd have to twidle my
thumbs until then.
"Sounds good to me." I said. "But what do I do until then"
"Let me make a phone call." She said and quickly disappeared.
While she was gone, the bartender approached me again.
"You want another one, or you just come here, to pick up women?" He
asked sternly.
I thought to lambast him for his attitude, but then thought better of
it, and ordered another drink.
When the woman returned, from making her phone call, she smiled
sweetly.
"So? Where are you staying?" She asked.
"I'll probably crash at the old homestead." I replied.
"Is that where the wife and kiddies are?" She questioned.
I then went on to explain how my being gone so much, and trying to
excell at my career, had caused my wife to divorce me, leaving her
lonely, and childless.
I refused to admit, that I had been screwing around on her, and I had
used everyone, including her parents and her, for that purpose.
Learning I was single and carefree, the woman smiled a wicked smile,
and began to verbally seduce me.
To her, I was probably seen as a fantastic catch, and she began to
look upon me, as her ticket out of this small town.
"Well?" She said, in a little girls voice. "If you have the place, I
certainly have the time. I'm sure we can find something to do, to keep
ourselves occupied, until tomorrow night."
Immediately, my blood raced, and my head became light.
I was most certainly being picked up, by this fantastic beauty, and
she acted as though, she really wanted me. I assumed that by morning,
she'd be ready to do whatever it took, to please me.
"Why don't we grab a bottle, and head over to your place, where we can
have some privacy?" She said innocently.
I was so dumbfounded, I could only nod my reply.
"You go get the car started, and I'll get what we need for later." She
said, literally forcing ut the door.
As I started the car, I thought this woman seemed vaguely familiar,
but wrote it off, as looking similar, to a past conquest.
I watched her hips sway, as she approached the car, and she showed her
nylon tops, when she slid into the front seat.
"My gosh" I thought. "She was wearing a garter belt too."
Women look so sexy, in nylons and garter belts.
As I drove to my parents house, I was very excited.
This woman, whom I didn't even know an hour ago, was snuggled up
against me, and cooing into my ear.
Entering myparents home, I detected the scent of moth balls, which my
lawyer had placed around the house, to keep out the mice and other
pests.
Turning on the light, I noticed that everything had remained the same
as it was, when I'd left years back.
Even the old ratty sofa was still there, covered with some type of
throw.
Still carrying the bottle, the woman quickly flopped down on the sofa.
As she bounced on the cushions, her skirt rode up, giving me a great
view of her white panties beneath it.
"Why don't you pour us a drink?" She then said, handing me the bottle.
"I'll go freshen up."
As she sauntered off the the bathroom, I went to the kitchen, and
grabbed a couple of glasses. When I opened the bottle, it seemed as
thought the seal had already been broken. I quickly assumed it was
just me, being giddy and horny, and knowing I'd soon be bedding this
lovely creature.
I pourd two large glasses of liquor, and headed back to the
livingroom, to await my newest conquest.
She was gone for quite awhile, so I sipped slowly on my glass, as I
waited.
I found the remote control on the table, so I turned on the TV, to
pass the time.
As was expected, the batteries were dead, and I had to physically turn
the thing on.
When I returned to the sofa, I began to feel dizzy, and very light
headed.
I hoped I wasn't coming down with the flu, or something.
I again stood to shake off the dizziness, as my new bed partner
returned.
"Are you okay?' She asked, standing in the room, wearing an old robe,
my mother wore, when she was ready for bed.
I nodded slowly, as she joined me near the sofa.
With a heave, she pushed my roughly backwards, and I fell on the sofa,
while she did a slow sensuous striptease.
My eyes were beginning to blur, as I watched her open the robe,
showing me the gorgeous naked body it had hidden.
Her body looked even better naked, than it did, when she was clothed.
Her breasts were perfect. Not too small, and only slightly large, for
her small frame. Her belly was flat, and it led down to her smooth
hairless pussy.
As I shook my head, trying to clear the cobwebs from my brain, she
danced a very seductive dance, wigglingher hips and ass, within inches
of me.
I tried to reach for her, but my arms seemed very weak and heavy.
As I thought about what was happening to me, I realized, I was soon
about to pass out.
The woman looked at me strangely, and tried to talk, but all I
understood, was "Are you feeling okay?"
That was the last thing I remembered, until the next morning, when I
woke up.
I knew it was morning, because there was light, shining through the
window.
Feeling groggy, and hungover, I tried to move.
My mouth was dry, and my head felt twice as big as it was.
I soon realized, I couldn't move.
At first, I thought I was paralized, but lookingto my hands, I saw
that I was bound tightly to the bed.
"What the fuck happened last night?" I thought. "Was I awake, or just
dreaming? Maybe I was dead."
As I laid there, trying to regain my wits, I struggled to free myself.
My efforts were all in vain.
I called out for help, and soon I heard small footsteps, trodding down
the hallway.
In the doorway wearing a tiny nightie, stood Betty, my ex wife.
I knew I must be dreaming now. How would she find me here, and how
could she get in?
Wild and crazy thoughts raced through my mind, and I was thinking
about how she'd always played the submissive role, in our sex romps.
She liked being tied up and ravished, letting me play the dominant
role.
"How are you feeling?" She asked, disolving my fantasy with a grin.
"You look like you're ready for some fun."
I followed where her eyes were trained, and to my horror, I saw I was
naked.
Not only was I naked, but I had a huge erection, pointing to the
ceiling.
"What's going on here?" I asked, frightened and cold. "And what are
you doing here?"
Betty smiled widely, and as she did, I heard another set of footsteps,
coming down the hall.
Right then, Betty was joined by the woman, I'd met the night before.
"Oh." Betty said calmly. "I think you two know each other. This is
Sally. She's my cousin."
A wave if fright came over me.
Why was she here, and how did her cousin fit into the picture?
Seeing my curious stare, my ex wife, went on to explain.
"You don't remember Sally?" She asked. "Sally suck 'em silly, I think
you called her back then, right?"
I stared at the strange woman, and thought it couldn't be.
Back then, she was always plain and slightly pudgy. She had different
hair color too.
"Amazing what a lifetime of working out, and a bottle of hair dye can
do. Isn't it?" Sally asked.
"You see dear?" Betty went on to explain. walking over to the bed.
"Through your entire life, you've used everyone, to get what you
wanted. Now it's time for some payback."
Quickly Betty grabbed a scarf from her pocket, and began to tie it
around my face.
I fought desperately to break free, but Sally was soon beside her, and
helped her use the cloth as a gag.
"This way, we won't have to worry about nosey neighbors." My ex said,
finally having the gag in place.
"I'm thirsty." I tried to say, through the material.
"Oh, we've thought of that too." Sally said, grabbing a glass, with a
long flexible straw.
I sipped what little I could, because of the gag, before she took the
glass away.
"What do you think sweetie, doesn't he look just yummy?" Betty
remarked. "I just hope we timed this right."
"Oh don't worry." Sally answered. "We've got two whole weeks, and when
we're done, maybe we can have the neighbor girls have a shot. They can
use the money as well."
I was scared and confused. What was this all about, and more
importantly, was I going to survive whatever they had planned?
Noticing the fear in my eyes, Sally started to explain, hoping to calm
me down.
"Don't you worry none." She said. "We're not going to hurt you. We're
just going to use you, like you've used everyone else in your entire
life. Maybe, if you're lucky, you can get even more strange pussy,
after we're done getting what we need."
I was going to be used for sex, but why? I thought. What did sex and
being tied up, have to do with this?
"Time to take my temperature." Betty announced, as she turned to
leave. "I'd sure like to be ready, so we don't waste any."
"Go ahead." Sally said. "I'll just sit here and gloat, while you take
the first shot."
Shot? What shot? What kind of medical procedure were they planning? I
thought.
As Sally waited for my ex to return, she started to trace a finger
upand down my chest and stomach.
"Betty has told me alot about you." She said absent mindedly. "She
says you like being in charge, and you love it when she talks dirty to
you. She says that you love it when a woman degrades herself fully,
while you have sex. Is that the truth?"
She was right, I admitted silently, I did love to hear a woman beg and
grovel, during the heat of passion. I'd often called Betty a whore and
a cock slut, when she was reaching for her orgasms.
Many times also, she'd refer to herself as such, knowing it turned me
on.
During sex, the dirtier, and more vulgar a woman talked, the better I
liked it.
My thoughts were interrupted, when Betty again entered the room.
"I think it's close." She said, shedding her robe." I'm going for it."
"Are you sure you're ready now?" Sally asked. "I mean, don't you need
to warm up first?"
"Already done." Betty smiled, as she crawled over me. "I rubbed myself
off nearly the whole time I was gone. It won't take long to cum, once
we start. I just hope he's not going to go soft first."
"Not likely." Sally said smiling, as Betty grabbed my cock, and aimed
it at her pussy. "With the dose he had, he'll be ready for seconds and
thirds. I'm positive."
Slowly, my wife lowered herself onto my rigid member.
"Oh, it's been so long. It feels so lovely." She moaned. "I hope you
washed him good. He's been with god knows, how many sluts."
"Oh don't worry." Sally replied. "He's clean as a whistle, and ready
for action."
"Just as long as he cums, when I'm ready, I'll be happy." Betty added,
impaling herself fully on me.
Once fully inside of my ex, she sat still, waiting for her insides to
expand enough to feel good.
Before long, she slowly swiveled her hips, stretching her pussy to a
comfortable diameter.
"Are you ready to be a regular old whore fucker?" Betty asked, in a
low whisper. "I sure hope so, because this whore is going to fuck you
dry, and take whatever you have, up my filty fuck hole."
"Ohhhh, that's sooooo nasty." Sally said. "I'm getting moist already."
As my ex began to rise and fall on my still rigid shaft, she became
more vocal and more excited.
"Mother fucker, it feels good." She hissed. "I haven't felt a cock
like this in years. Play with me. I need my breasts played with, while
I fuck him."
Betty alswys wanted her tits sucked, when she was about to orgasm, and
seeing my hands were tied, Sally was the only option she had left.
Tentatively, Sally reached out, and fondled my wifes large tit. She
cupped it, and soon used both her hands, to squeeze and knead her
heavy milkers.
"That's it. Now pinch them." Betty said breathlessly. "Pinch them
hard, and bring me off bitch."
Sally cooperated fully, as my ex began to drop solidly onto my cock.
"Cum for me you bastard. Cum for me and fill my aching womb, with your
seed." Betty continued. "Blast a healthy load deep in my guts, and
knock me the fuck up."
Her words were music to my ears, and try as I may, I could no longer
control myself.
As Betty dropped onto me hard, I arched my back, and slammed deep into
her spasming cunt.
"Uggghhnnnhhh." I grunted through the gag.
"Ohhhhh yeesssss." Betty cried out, frozen in place. "He's doing it. I
cam feel his cock expanding, while he fills me with his baby juice."
After six or seven long hard bursts of ejaculate, I slumped down on
the bed. I was fully sated, and exhausted.
"Mmmmmm." Betty hummed. "I can almost feel the little fuckers,
swimming around in me. It won't be long and I'll have what I always
wanted."
After that, she rolled off of me, and lay on her back.
Sally quickly ran around the bed, and shoved a pillow under Betty's
ass, elevating her hips.
I suddenly understood their plan. Betty always wanted kids, and
because we were divorced before she could get pregnant, she was now
taking my sprem forcefully, to become a mommy. She had in fact raped
me, to fulfill her own desires.
As I watched and listened to my ex sighing and gasping for air, I saw
Sallys eyes, focused on my stomach.
Looking down, I noticed I was still hard, and very wet.
"Do you think ....?" Sally began to ask. "I mean, are you ...?"
"Go ahead." Betty said, returning a smile to her cousin. "It'll be a
while for me anyways. Just save some for me, for later."
With that being said, Sally stripped off her own robe, and mounted me.
After a glorious orgasm, I couldn't believe I was still hard. Usually
I went limp for at least an hour or two, before I was ready for action
again.
I looked at Sally, as she tentatively, positioned herself over my
cock.
I made a mental comparison of the two women.
Bettys breasts were far larger than Sally's, but Sally had the largest
nipples I'd ever seen. Not only were they long, but hard as pebbles,
as well.
The feeling of Sally's pussy, when she guided me into her, was
different also.
Where Betty's pussy was a mass of hair, Sally had shaved hers, and was
silky smooth.
Slowly, Sally lowered herself on to me. She was tight, and my cock
ached, as she struggled to put it inside.
Awwwww fuck." Sally groaned. It's huge. I think he's tearing me in
two."
I'd wanted to fuck this little minx just last night, but now, feeling
her pussy taking me against my will, I had decided to restrain myself
from cumming.
She was getting no satisfaction from me, if I had anything to do with
it.Meanwhile, Betty laid next to me, basking in the afterglow of her
possible impregnation.
Tied up the way I was, her head rested on my outstretched arm.
As Sally fought, to take my entire length within her tight canal,
Betty closely observed my reaction.
Lovingly, she scooted over, keeping her ass on the pillow, and
whispered sexy seductive words inmy ear.
"You were always a cocksman. You already had half of my friends, and
most of your so called clients." She said, as she nibbled on my ear.
Even though I was gagged, I tried to argue the point.
"Don't tell me that lover boy." She continued. "I know exactly how it
went down. If one of the workers was about to lose their job, you'd
make a deal with them. They fucked you to keep it, and then you'd have
them fired anyways. You low life fucking bastard."
I wondered how she found out, how I did my job so well.
"I got phone calls from the bitches." Betty explained. "They told me
how you manipulated them, into thinking they'd keep their jobs, if
they showed you a good time. One of them even told me, that she was
told to go on birth control, just so she wouldn't get knocked up. Oh,
by the way, the one in St. Louis is pregnant."
I was startled, because she said she couldn't get pregnant.
"She blamed her husband for it." My ex continued. "But now you little
fuck, you're gonna knock us both up, and you're going to pay for the
rest of your life."
As I considered the dilemma I was in, Sally had begun to move on top
of me.
"Look at her honey." Betty then said, teasingly. "Look at the woman
you're going to father a baby with. Can't you just picture her, with
those perky little titties, all bloated with milk? Milk to feed your
child."
As I gazed at Sally, she had begun to move more rapidly.
"Awwwww sooooo goooood." Sally sighed. "It's starting to feel a lot
better, now that it's stretched me out down there."
"You'd better make it stretch alot more than that." Betty quipped.
"Pushing a baby out of there, will take a lot more than a cock to
stretch it out."
Both women chuckled, as Sally kept riding me.
"She's really enjoying the ride." Betty said again. "I'll bet you'd
just love to grab those titties while she fucks you, wouldn't you?"
Although Sally was moving quite briskly now, her firm tits didn't move
much, but I pictured then as Betty said, full of milk, and bloated to
double their normal size.
Both my ex and I, watched Sally use my cock for her pleasure, until
soon, she was becoming jerky in her movements.
"Oh look honey." Betty said louder, so Sally could hear. "Her nipples
are sticking way out now. I think she's almost ready, to take your
sperm into her belly too."
I fought to stiffle my orgasm, but as Sally came closer to her climax,
her pussy began to milk my cock.
I was holding my own, until Betty abruptly sat up, and got behind her.
I closed my eyes, trying not to see what a lovely fuck I was getting,
but my actions were in vain.
Suddenly, I felt a finger roughly shoved up my ass.
AsSally began to grunt and moan loudly, Betty also spoke.
"Fuck her back you son of a bitch. Fuck her good, and shoot your sperm
into her belly." Betty said, as she twisted her finger against my
prostate. "Fill the horny little sluts cunt, full of your sauce. Breed
her. Breed her and knock the whore up. She's just a lousy piece of
fuck meat anyways. right?"
At that point, I lost control again.
I rammed up hard, knocking the wind from Sally, as she gasped through
her orgasm.
"Yessss." She gasped. "There it is. I can feel it pumping inme. He's
doing it. He's knocking my tight little pussy up.Ohhhhhhhhh."
After she'd blurted out the words, she literally collapsed on top of
me. I was almost afraid I'd killed her.
Behind her, Betty was wearing a wide grin.
"See now?" She teased. "That wasn't so bad, was it? You're probably
already a daay twice over, but to make sure, we'll let you rest, and
we'll come back later.
As Betty grabbed her nightie, Sally was just coming to.
"That was fantastic." She cooed. "I can't wait for seconds of that."
Then she spritely jumped up, and put on her robe.
As she did so, I noticed the long trail of white cum, drip down her
inner thigh.
It wasn't long after that, when I passed out. Having two massive cums,
in short succession, can do that.
Later, when I awoke, I was fed some funny tasting water, and we played
the breeding scenario again. This time however, after the two had
their fill of semen, they lay next to me, and performed a lesbian show
for me.
They talked like filthy streetwalkers as they did so, and my cock
remained achingly hard. The The pink colored head of my cock, had
already turned a dark purple as well.
True to their word, after the second round, I awoke to find a few
younger girls, standing next to me.
All of them were being trained in the male anatomy, thanks to Betty.
After some coaxing, and a bit of lesbian touching, one girl agreed to
ride my still slightly stiff cock.
As she did so, I knew she was a virgin, but unfortunately, I felt
nothing.
Her screams of pain, as her hymen ruptured, was the only thing that
gave it away.
I knew I came in her, by the reaction of my prostate. The only reason
this was possible, was because of the sight of Betty and Sally,
fondling the young morsels. and the vulgar filthy dialogue, that went
with the groping.
I awoke the next morning, and was shocked to find, that I was free of
my bindings.
Weak, thirsty, and hungry, I forced myself to stand, and amble to the
kitchen.
Once there, I saw Betty and Sally, chatting over a cup of coffee.
"Well, well, sleepy head." Betty exclaimed as I entered the room. "How
is our fuck toy today?"
I couldn't speak, because of my parched throat.
"Come. Sit." Sally said, pointing to a chair. "We'll make you
breakfast."
Both women were still dressed in the attire, they'd worn the day
before.
As Betty served me the food and some orange juice, she emitted the
smell of day old coupling.
She reeked of pungent sex, and my face soured at her odor.
"That's all your fault." Sally explained. "It's not us women who smell
like fish. It's the left over semen you guys leave in us, that causes
us to smell that way. We've both decided to leave it in us, to make
sure we're properly inseminated."
I flashed an angry look to my ex, before she spoke to clarify
everything also.
"We have proof, thaty ou raped us, along with little Stacy from next
door." She said. "We'd better get you to the doctor, after you've
eaten. I think you've shot your final wad."
Feeling the numbness below, I undid the robe I'd thrown on, and found
my wilted cock, was just a small mass of black flesh.
I began to get frightened. My cock had no feeling, and it looked very
sickly.
"If you wish, we'll take you to the doctor." Sally further explained.
"But remember, if you try to get out of this, by saying we forced you,
the pictures will come out, and you'll go to jail for a long time."
"Yep." Betty added. "And with the witnesses I have from around the
country, no judge will ever believe you. Our witnesses, and the
pictures, will inevitably prove you raped us."
Not thinking clearly, and worrying abut my faithful withered dick, I
began to stand, as the two, ushered me to the car.
At the hospital, Betty said nothing about the sex, or the proof. In
fact, she was in the room, when the doctor examined me, and quickly
set up an emergency surgery.
Everything from then on, was a blur. I remeber being wheeled down the
hall, and having some nurse, inject an IV.
After that, I was pretty much out of it, and could only recall small
slices of preparation.
Much later, I woke up in a room. A hospital room, with the two women,
standing over me.
Both looked sad and concerned.
As reality came into focus, I began to feel an enormous amount of
pain, radiating from my groin.
"I'm sorry dear." Betty whispered. "They had to remove it."
"Yeah." Sally added. "They tried to save it, but the overdose of
viagra in your system, caused the blood vessels to rupture, and they
couldn't do anything else. They had to amputate."
I was shocked. My whole life suddenly became a nightmare. How could I
have allowed this to happen?
A nurse was quickly summoned, and I was given pain medication, and a
sedative.
After a few days in the hospital, I had finally come to grips, with
the loss of my sex organ.
During that time, both women explained their story to me, and
insisted, that if I said anything against what they'd told the
doctors, I'd be arrested, and brought up on charges ao rape, and
having sex, with a fifteen year old neighbor girl.
According to their story, everything that had happened to me, fit
right into the scenario.
I could be held accountable for everything that happened. Furthermore,
I was probably a daddy, and didn't know it yet.
On my release from the hospital, I was devistated by having to pee
through a tube, which hung from my crotch. It drained into a bag, that
I wore on my hip.
My sex life was over, and my manhood taken from me.
Over the next few days, I became a virtual slave to the women.
Although I could not perform sex in the traditional way, the two women
found my tongue was very talented, and received pleasure from me that
way.
That was a year ago.
Today, I live with the two. I have grown to love them, and both of my
children.
We have what some would call, a symbiotic relationship.
Although we are much different from each other, we need the money and
support of each other.
I have the money. In return, they give me support.
I am still able to cum, but unfortunately, it ends up in the bag, I
carry on my hip.
By the way, the little neighbor girl, didn't get knocked up. However,
she still stops by, and the three women still continue their lesbian
love affair.
Sometimes, I help with the use of my tongue, which pleases me
somewhat.
After all, life isn't a compromise. You do what you have to, to get
by.

The end.

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