I know it’s been a long time coming. And there’s still more in there to come. Please be patient as I have a regular job, company, family, and a dog.

I wasn’t really pleased with how I closed out the 3rd installation of this story, so in an author’s prerogative, I’m going to change it here. It should not really matter too much with the story overall. If you like the old, just skip the first bit.

In the months since the last episode, I’ve read a lot of other stories and am exploring some of those avenues in the remainder of this series. I have no idea how many there will be, so I’ve kind of strapped on and just letting it go where it will. I’ve planned out the ending, now I need to get the characters there.

If you’re looking for a quickie before school or work, you’ll be disappointed. I’m telling a story in which sex occurs. Sometimes it doesn’t make sense to have a sex scene, so there won’t be one.

And, yes, this is fantasy. That means it isn’t real.

This story and the others may be replicated on free boards. This story is copyrighted by Greg S and may not be sold or published in any form that is not free. (Berne Convention).

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In a reverse cowboy his cock entered her and was pushing against her G-spot on the way in. He pushed as far in as he could and pulled out. He fucked her smoothly and fully as he pinched and pulled her nipples. He mauled her tits, bit her shoulder and neck, and he fucked her hard.

“Yesss…right there! Just like that! Harder! God, I’m so close!”

He pinched her nipples harder between his fingers eliciting a groan. He was fucking her hard now, ramming his cock into her as hard as he could. She was curving her hips down to get more of his rod into her hot, wet pussy. She wanted as much in him as she could get. Each thrust pressed against her in just the right way. Her squeezing his cock with her pussy was making him ready to explode.

Just then he felt her breathing stop and her body shiver and quake. Her cunt spasmed around his prick and he felt a flood against his cock. He couldn’t hold out any more and he unleashed his own geyser deep into her hole.

He continued thrusting into her, though more stabbing her with short hard jabs as he came.

As his cumming subsided, he pulled his legs up and apart forcing her to do the same, and he pulled her on top of him. She laid on her back on top of him with her head resting on his shoulder. He ran his hands over her breasts and down to her pussy. He felt his own cock inside her pussy. Her pussy was slowly gripping and releasing him like she was milking him. He gathered some of her juices on his finger and came up to her clit and just lightly rubbed his now well lubed finger over the nub setting her off again.

“You cum easily,” he said in her ear.

“Only in the hands of a Master. How do you know how to play me like that?”

Martin’s cock was deflating and it popped out of her vagina. “Ohhhh, you’re leaving me?” she whined.

When it did, the plug that held Amy’s juices and Martin’s sperm in was gone allowing the cocktail to flow. “You made a mess,” Amy said smiling.

“I think you had something to do with this. Anyway, you started it all,” said Martin.

“And how do you figure that one out?”

Martin looked at the two girls lying in the bed with them. They looked like two little angels that must have been deep asleep, totally worn out by all the excitement of the night before. They looked so sweet and peaceful. He gently brushed the hair from Becky’s face.

He whispered to Amy, “you were playing with me most of the night.”

“I was not,” she replied in a whispered emphatic tone. She leaned up on her elbow and looked into his steel grey eyes. The curve of her body enticed Martin to reach out and gently caress her lithe form, and her small breasts. He enjoyed watching her nipples perk up. He started to tease her nipples as they hardened, circling her areola eliciting a soft moan from her lips. She pressed her groin against his and lightly kissed him.

“And,” he continued in spite of her insistence, “you even were sucking on me just before we started. Just before you leaned back into me and put me inside of you.”

“I DID NOT do that! And anyway, YOU were the one playing with ME! You were the one that was getting me all wet and keeping me all wet! I’ve got a huge wet spot on this part of the bed from your midnight fiddling. Just before you put yourself in me, I had to move ‘cause it was so wet and moved in close to you.”

“But I couldn’t reach myself to put it in you,” Martin said.

“Then… How… But it couldn’t…have. Could it?”

She glanced at Jenny. Then at Becky. The little cherubs seemed more like little devils now.

“That’s beyond where I can think right now. I need coffee, we’ll talk later. There are things I have to do. Coffee will be ready in 10 minutes,” Martin said. Those little urchins set the whole stage and wrote the script with Amy and me as the puppets. He didn’t know whether to be pissed off, or – or what? Happy it happened? Anticipating what could be? Worried for the girls morals? He had to get out of there before they wrote the second act.

He pushed Amy onto her back, laid on top of her and lightly kissed her lips. “At least it was fun.” As he was getting up he noticed a large wet spot on the bed. It had to be from Amy, and she must have been on fire half the night. How did she sleep through that? It must have been like an ongoing wet dream. His cockhead slid down her slit. He could feel her wetness and heat. She was moaning at the delicious feelings his cock rubbing against her was giving to her. “You left the faucet on down there.”

“Oh my God, please, Sir! Do you know what you’re doing to me,” she cried as she wrapped her arms around his strong shoulders and her legs around his waist and pulled him in tight to her.

He hesitated a moment savoring the warmth of her through his cock. Her slippery wetness beckoning him to enter. He felt the warmth of her embrace, too. It wasn’t just the heat of the embrace, it was that she needed him, and wanted him kind of warmth. It had been a very long time since any woman held him like that. All the way back to…….

“Later. There’s much to do,” and he pushed himself off of her and got up. “Coffee in 10.”

“Oh, you’re so cruel leaving a girl like this!”

“Any other day and I’d take care of you properly, but this isn’t the time of that day. Be patient.” He grabbed a robe and padded to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. ‘I hate mornings!’ he thought to himself. He headed off to his morning constitutional, and obligatories.

He needed a few chats with his old team. He also had to call the company and tell them what’s happened in case there was something to this attack. Also to get access to their data files so he could research the family. He also needed a long talk with Amy. There are a lot of holes in her story.

He went to his office and closed the door. As he sat behind the desk he flipped a switch and a soft gentle hum was heard. He picked up the phone and called his friend, Antonio.

He told Antonio that he needed him to dispose of some clothing, and to get some groceries as he had no food to feed four people. He didn’t know how well Amy could cook – he certainly wasn’t a cook – so he asked it to be simple to prepare. Antonio knew what his friend liked and would be able to take care of him. He also wanted to go over what happened last night with someone he trusted with his life, and had it saved by him on more than one occasion.

Next call was to Marsha, his doctor. The girls didn’t have any clothes, and he didn’t know what to get or what they’d need. He wasn’t a woman and therefore had no taste.