“This story was written as a reminder that November is National Adoption Month and because adoption is an issue close to the author’s heart.
WARNING: Story contains little stroke material :)”
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The halls vibrated with the music that flowed through them. Organ music swelled through the huge, drafty church and out the open doors. Passing people stopped and listened to the familiar tunes and the harmonic voices of the worshippers as they sang a ‘thank you’ to God for the birth of his son. After they had dragged themselves away from the church and the nostalgia that had surfaced, many of the people out on that cold Christmas night felt more in the spirit of the holiday. Spare change turned to a ten-dollar bill thrown into the hat of a homeless man. Those who had once turned an indifferent shoulder to the woman who dropped all of her shopping bags in the snow now bent cheerfully to lend a helping hand. Christmas spirit passed from person to person, spurred by the beautiful music coming from the pristine church on 5th street.
Joy. That was her name. Yet when she saw the smiling crowds of children after the service, or the throng of adults sharing gossip over a cup of steaming hot chocolate, she felt no joy. She was an outsider in this world she had longed for, but now loathed.
She stood leaning against the far wall of the church basement, her eyes following his every movement. Her husband certainly moved a lot, but that was to be expected as he was most certainly glad-handling people and encouraging them to use him as their insurance agent. Suspicious slits watched as David approached a woman younger than her with a flirtatious smile and a warm handshake. As she disappeared in a swirl of long black coat and red skirt, she felt several cold eyes on her back.
But what did she care? The whole church had disapproved of her marriage to David in the first place, and she knew more than one person had told him that marrying her was a bad idea. She was young, poor; he was older and rich by comparison. She had no church background, and he had been a member of St. Mary’s since before she had been born. It was obvious that their marriage was now in trouble. The snake-eyed women talked about her constantly, even when she was near them. “Gold digging hussy,” was what they called her, in addition to “tramp.” What did they know of her problems?
She really only had one problem. She wanted to have children. David couldn’t. She had talked to him endlessly about the possibilities of adoption, sperm donors; but David would have none of it. Now she cried herself to sleep at night and David slept in the guest bedroom. He was cold, indifferent, so changed now. He was unrecognizable as the man she had fallen in love with and married.
She had only been 20 when she met the charming, older insurance man, but she had fallen head over heels for him. Sure, there was a 30-year age gap between them, but neither of them had noticed really, or even cared, until they had announced their engagement. That’s when the flurry of resistance had started; her mother had told her flat out “Don’t do it. He’s too old for you.” David had encountered the same reactions from his co-workers and his church friends. But the two of them had been in agreement: they were in love and they WERE getting married.
Half a year later, wedding bells chimed from the steeple of St. Mary’s. Joy McAllister and David Skreenes converted to Mr. and Mrs. David Skreenes. For the first time in her young life, Joy had been content. She was finally where she was supposed to be. As they walked back down the aisle as husband and wife, Joy just knew that despite what the naysayers thought, she and David would be a happy couple.
Another year and a half, and now here she was, wondering why she had ever believed that the relationship would work. She shook her head and tried to stop the tears that were threatening to spill down her cheeks. Her feet took her automatically to the car and after brushing snow from her open-toed sandals, she slipped into the front seat to wait for David.
Amazingly, he noticed her absence. As she sat in the passenger seat, the door on the driver’s side suddenly opened and he slid into the car brushing snow from his shoulders. “It’s fine if you do this at home,” he said, looking mightily annoyed with her. “But at church it’s just embarrassing.” He put the keys into the ignition and started the car.
“You’re acting like a child, you know,” he chided as the pulled away from the church. No doubt the scolding would last all the way home, but Joy didn’t mind. At least now he was talking. A welcome change from the silence she faced at home.
“I’m not the one who won’t tell the woman he supposedly loves why he doesn’t want to have children. Now that’s childish.” She turned to face him. “I thought we agreed that we would always tell each other everything.” She watched his handsome face contort with anger, and knew that she had touched a nerve. But still, he said nothing. Indeed, the only sound to be heard was the swoosh of the wipers against the windshield, and the low rumble of cars around them.
Joy turned to face the window again. “I can’t understand unless you tell me what bothers you, David.” No response and she didn’t bother him again. Instead, she pictured what it would be like to have a child in her arms, and the thought nearly brought tears to her eyes.
He pulled into the long circular drive, letting her out at the front door as was his custom before he pulled into the garage. She watched him maneuver the big car effortlessly, her strong husband who was perfect in every way, except one. She resolved that she would find out his secret, and help him through it whatever it was, before their marriage dissolved to pieces.
She entered the house and unlocked the garage door for him, letting him into the kitchen. She always made him a late night snack and she did so tonight, not bothering to ask if he was hungry or not. It was one of the few things that allowed her to feel close to him now, one of the few things that he appreciated.
It was past one o’clock when she delivered a steaming cup of coffee and a plate of scrambled eggs to him in his office. A kiss on the cheek and muttered thanks before she was all but shooshed out of the room like a bug. “I set up an appointment for marriage counseling,” she said softly as she backed out the door. “Whether or not you attend is up to you, but something needs to happen David. I can’t go on living like this.” He paused in his work, but didn’t look up; her watery brown eyes regarded him sadly as she closed the door. It was Christmas, and she was alone. Hardly the way a Christmas ought to be spent.
Joy climbed the stairs to the master bedroom, feet padding softly over the carpet. She frowned at herself in the mirror before pulling off her coat and hanging it on the back of the door. The red dress came up and over her head, and as she pulled it off he was there. Standing in the doorway with arms crossed, watching as she disrobed.
“You’re right,” he sighed. She hesitated, waiting for him to say what was on his mind. “I don’t want to go to marriage counseling. We can work this out between the two of us.” She nodded to indicate that she was listening and then slipped beneath the bed covers, naked. She watched as he too stripped down, admired his form as he slid into the large bed beside her. She propped herself up on an elbow, waiting for him to spill the secret.
“The reason I’ve been slow to consider this adoption thing…” A loud sigh and a deep breath. “Well, when I told you about my loving family, I lied.” She looked at him in disbelief. He nodded. “My father was a raging drunk who beat my mother and us kids. The truth of the matter is, I hate fathers and never wanted to be one.” The words spilled out of him, along with a shuddering kind of sob. Her hand went to his face, caressing it gently.
“Why didn’t you tell me this before?” she asked gently, trying not to upset him further. She scooted her body closer to him and he pressed his face into her cleavage.
“I thought I was okay with it,” he murmured from between her breasts. “I haven’t thought about him in years, and I never worried about it until you started talking incessantly about adopting. And you wanted to talk about it. I just wanted to forget.” He paused and looked up into her face, searching it to see if she could possibly understand how he felt about the matter. “I don’t know, Joy. Having a child to love would be amazing.” He stopped and ran a hand over his world-worn face. “But I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I did something wrong and the kid ended up hating me.” He nestled between her lush breasts again, taking the comfort they offered.
Knowing what she did now, Joy didn’t want to push his limits. She desperately wanted a child to call her own, to make memories with, and to love. But she loved her husband and didn’t want to see him in pain. “We’ll work through this,” she thought as her hands tangled in his hair.
David’s hands found the edge of her white lace bra and lifted it; his tongue found a nipple and began to work. Joy tensed with the sudden pleasure of it and rolled onto her back, forcing him to come with.
“God,” he said as his mouth traveled further upwards. “I’ve missed you.” He met Joy’s mouth in a gentle, yet passionate kiss, breaking the fast that both of them had been going through for the past couple weeks. His tongue slipped into her mouth and caressed hers, making her feel warmth at last. Soft lips moved against her own and she enveloped her husband, pulling him closer to her.
“I love you, David,” she said softly as he broke the kiss and again moved downwards to flick his tongue across her now hardened nipple. A moan escaped her lips as she felt his hand move down to stroke the soft skin at her hip. His touch tickled but also brought with it a spreading warmth between her thighs. She lifted her hips slightly, pressing against the bulge that was already springing up stiffly in his boxers.
“I can tell you missed me,” she said teasingly between sharp gasps as he nipped gently at her nipple. She grinned down at him and could just see the corners of his mouth as he smiled around a mouthful of breast. She felt much better, now that he was with her again, now that he had trusted her with her secret. Together they were passionate, fire, they could conquer the world together; alone she had felt lost, cold.
She groaned loudly as he drew his hand away from her hip; she needed his touch, needed him so badly. His tongue continued to work at her nipple and she felt the juice leaking out from between her legs. Wet, because she needed to feel him inside of her after all that time going without. It was absolute torture to feel him so close, but not where she wanted him.
Her hips bucked up against him more forcefully now, her pussy aching to be filled. David responded to her needs quickly, moving aside her skimpy white panties and pulling his own boxers just far enough down his legs to slide his length inside her steaming slit. Ever so slowly though, as if to drag out the torture. His eyes widened a bit when she dug her nails into his back, urging him, begging him to fill her.
He took her not-so-subtle hint and buried himself inside of her, grunting as he pushed hard to make sure every inch of her was filled. Joy moaned in delight as she felt his balls shoved up against her ass cheeks. “God, that feels so good,” she breathed as he unsheathed slowly, only to be cut off as he slammed against her.
His strokes came fast and furiously, causing Joy to scream in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The adrenaline rushing through her body soon stopped the pain and she knew it would only be much later that she would feel the bruises of his hips pounding into hers. David’s green eyes focused clearly on her and she felt the love and desire in them.
She cried out as he drew himself over her sweet spot and he kept the position. His groans of passion soon mingled with hers and filled the room. She opened herself further to allow him deeper access and he took the space, pushing farther into her than she had ever thought possible. Her whole body was flowing quickly towards orgasm. She was a pool of lava ready to explode as he stroked, faster, harder.
“Oh, GOD!” she cried as he made the death stroke. Her whole body convulsed with shudders of pleasure and her pussy clamped and unclamped around his still pistoning cock. She could feel her toes curling as he continued to pump her, and the orgasm was continuous. His grunts were drowned out by her loud scream of satisfaction.
His cock swelled within her and he threw back his head as he came, grunting with the force of the orgasm. She felt him as he twitched and moved in her pussy, still cumming, and the pearly strands of cum as they leaked out around his cock and down her ass cheeks.
Her muscles tightened around him, milking the last drop of cum from his softening cock. Her brain felt as if she were coming out of a fog, but she felt his body atop hers and felt when he rolled off and collapsed next to her. “Perfect make-up sex,” she thought before the fog shrouded her mind and she fell asleep.
The next morning, Joy awakened with a song in her heart and a bruise on her hips. David was still sleeping next to her and she kissed him lightly on the cheek before climbing out of bed and throwing on a terrycloth robe. He muttered something incoherently and she smiled as she left the room and headed downstairs.
She hummed as she made breakfast, happy that she was no longer at odds with her husband. Half hour later, she pulled a scrumptious-looking breakfast casserole from the oven, impressed by how perfect it had turned out. It was as if a huge burden had lifted from her shoulders and although David had not yet given a definite answer, she felt that it was only a matter of time before she would have the long-awaited child in her arms. The world was perfect and she fairly skipped as she took a plateful of the egg dish up the stairs to a still sleeping David.
“Baby?” she called softly. “Hun, wake up.” David’s eyelids fluttered open lazily and he squinted as he focused on her.
“Wow, something smells good,” he said, sitting up in the bed. “Looks delicious too. Thank you, love.” He leaned over and gave Joy a kiss on the cheek, then rubbed the last sleep from his eyes and took the plate she offered him.
“Hurry up,” Joy said happily, as he took small bites. “You know I can’t wait to open my Christmas presents.” She smiled at him, a knowing look. They never really got each other Christmas presents, but rather wrote out ‘gift certificates’. Joy traditionally gave him a certificate stating, “You pick a day and for that entire day we will have sex wherever, whenever, and however you want it”. David usually reciprocated with “For one day I will do whatever you ask me to without complaint”. She liked that one because it meant she was pampered all day.
“Oh crap, I forgot your coffee.” Joy jumped up and ran back downstairs to the kitchen, returning minutes later with his coffee. She handed it to him carefully and then settled back down in the bed.
“Thanks.” She saw that he had already finished the egg casserole and was now downing the cup of coffee quickly.
“Guess you’re just as eager to open presents as I am,” she grinned slyly. David laughed and handed her the empty cup.
“Can you take that downstairs and then I’ll be right down, ok?” Joy nodded and hurried downstairs with plate and cup in hand, rushing to get to the Christmas tree. She took a present from the towel drawer and hid it in the pocket of her robe as she heard David descending the stairs. She hadn’t been sure she was going to give David the gift, but now was eager to see his face as he opened it.
“Hurry up, Joy!” David called. “I don’t have all day you know,” he said teasingly. She laughed and hurried to the front room, fist closed tightly around the small package. She plopped down squarely in front of the Christmas tree like a little child. Christmas always brought that out in her. Although she knew she acted childishly a lot, Christmas was the only time when David never got upset by it, sometimes even joined her in immature behavior.
“You go first,” she said gleefully. David picked up the stack of envelopes that she had placed under the tree last night before church and began to open them. He laughed at some and kissed her for others. As he opened the last envelope, which she knew said “I promise to love you every day for the rest of my life”, she thought she saw a little tear drop from his eye, but when he reached over to take her hand and give her a tender kiss, it was gone.
“Ok, your turn,” he nodded at her. She picked up the pile of envelopes with her name on them and joyfully opened them, savoring the love she knew was put into each one.
“Aww,” she cooed, as she read one, which promised her the pet of her choice. She had always wanted a cat, but David wasn’t very fond of them so she had put the thought in the back of her mind. Her ‘pamper day’ certificate was last and she kissed him passionately after opening it. “I love you so much,” she said, emotion choking her. The corner of the hidden gift in her pocket poked her and she withdrew it, holding it out for him. “One more, baby.”
“What’s this?” he asked waggling his eyebrows at her in curiosity. She shrugged her shoulders as if to say, “I don’t know” and he took it from her outstretched palm. His deft fingers pulled the packaging from the box and laid it carefully aside. The box was a deep red and obviously from a jewelry store, however David made a little show of shaking it gently and holding it to his ear like a child would to try to figure out what it was ahead of time.
“Just open it, silly,” she laughed. He grinned at her and took the lid off the box, shaking the smaller box out into his opposite hand. Joy’s heart swelled with pride as he opened the box and looked wide-eyed at it for a moment before taking the gold bracelet out of the box. The bracelet had his name on one side and “Loving you forever. ~ Joy” engraved on the back. “It’s so you can always take me with you,” she smiled.
“It’s perfect, sweetheart.” She helped him to clasp it around his wrist where the bracelet shimmered in the sunlight that was streaming into the living room. It looked good on him. “Thank you.” He kissed her full on the lips, pressing lovingly against her. “I have something else for you too,” he said as he broke the kiss and reached into his own pocket. He pulled another envelope from the robe and handed it to her, somewhat hesitantly.
Joy looked at him wonderingly and slowly opened the envelope. “I want you to be happy. Let’s adopt.” said the slip of paper. Joy looked up at David, jaw dropped open, amazed that he was willing to go through with it. “Are you sure?” she asked, still in a bit of shock.
“As sure as I’ll ever be,” he replied and in the next moment, she was on him. Both arms wrapped around his neck, as she squealed happily, knocking him over in the process.
“I love you so much,” Joy cried, covering his face in wet kisses as the tears began to fall from her eyes. “We’ll take things slow, baby. I won’t rush to do it and I’ll listen to any hesitations you have, I promise!” The tears running down her cheeks were tears of joy and they mingled with David’s as the two of them lay on the floor hugging. For Joy it was the best Christmas ever and proved more than ever that her husband did love her.
They went to church again that evening. Joy joined in the songs of praise that were sung to the heavens. No longer at odds with her husband, the rest of the world didn’t seem so bad either, and she warmly greeted the old church friends whom she had not spoken with in some time. She didn’t tell anyone about the plan to adopt; she would wait for David to be ready.
Mariah worked hard at getting both of Cedric’s large balls into her mouth and managed to do just that. She plopped them out with a pop and began to pull at his scrotum with her lips and sometimes gently with her teeth. Cedric had his head back and his eyes rolled in his head as he endured the wonderful ‘torments’ Mariah was providing his balls. She pulled back his foreskin to reveal his pinkish purple cockhead, oozing pre-cum from his cockhole. Mariah licked his cockshaft up to the rim of his cockhead and down again all around until his cockshaft glistened with her saliva. April lifted her nightgown and began to rub her cunnie and clit as she watched.
His heavy thick clear pre-cum gathered into a large drop and began to descend down his cockshaft into Mariah’s waiting mouth. She drew her tongue to his cockhead and licked it all about as Cedric quivered in delight. His cockhead disappeared into her mouth as she reached up to rub and gently tug at his nipples. Cedric moaned in pleasure as she rubbed and toyed with his super sensitive nipples. Mariah’s pussy was drenched with her juices as they flowed down her inner thighs. Cedric’s hard-on seemed to throb as Mariah expertly sucked it, sensing when he was about to cum and preventing it by squeezing his cockhead hard against her palette with her tongue. Forcing the blood from his cockhead denied his urge to cum. Mariah did that to him again and again until he was past his initial urge to cum quickly and just laid back to enjoy this wonderful woman’s expertly magic tongue.
Mariah arose and sat on Cedric’s lap. She lifted her hips and placed his huge purplish cockhead between her cuntlips and allowed the cock to slowly disappear into her cunt. She sighed as the huge cock was seated deep within her. Kissing Cedric passionately she began to raise and lower her self on his magnificent cock. April watched through the kitchen door window as Cedric’s cock ravished Mariah’s cunt repeatedly. Mariah was lost in the throes of fucking. Her head was tilted back, eyes closed and breasts heaving as she fucked Cedric slowly. She held him about his neck as they fucked. Cedric opened his eyes to look at Mariah’s swaying breasts and he bent down to take a nipple into his mouth to suckle it. Mariah’s gasped and her body twitched as he licked, sucked and nibbled first one nipple then the other.
Her moans quickened and she was feeling her orgasm building deep within her pussy. April had fingered her cunt and clit to nearly the same state and she knew that she was about to cum too. Cedric had seen April’s reflection in the kitchen window and realized that she was masturbating behind the door. He had whispered into Mariah’s ear that they had an audience, but Mariah didn’t care the least bit and continued fucking him. Cedric grasped Mariah’s breasts and pushed them together until her nipples touched. He quickly pulled both nipples into his mouth at once and began to suck them while licking her nipple tips at the same time. Mariah groaned at this unexpected pleasure and her breathing quickened.
Having both of her nipples sucked at the same time was more than Mariah could stand and she cried out and shuddered into a savage orgasm. Her juices spewed out to drench Cedric’s bush, flow down onto her ass and onto Cedric’s thighs. He thrust his cock deep into her repeatedly as she shuddered through one orgasm after another. “Oh my God…Oh my God!” she screamed continually as his cock rubbed her extremely sensitive clit with each thrust. Her eyes rolled in their sockets while Cedric held her asscheeks and forced her to withstand the pleasure so intense that she could hardly stand it. Finally, her orgasm subsided and she trembled through several very satisfying mini after-cums. She was breathing hard, gasping for air as she laid her head on his shoulder. Looking up at her lover, Mariah said, “God, Cedric…that was incredible! You certainly haven’t lost your touch, you dirty old man,” she gasped.
Mariah stood up and turned around with her ass to Cedric. He bent over and licked her asscheeks causing them to glisten with his saliva. Mariah clasped her asscheeks and spread them revealing her rosebud nestled between them. Cedric drew his tongue along the cleft of her asscheeks until he circled her asshole with his tongue as she moaned with pleasure, desire and arousal. She moved her lovely ass around several times trying to get Cedric’s tongue on her asshole. At long last he relented, as his tongue licked and rimmed her asshole while she moaned with delight. April stifled her scream as she came hard from fingering her cunt. Both Cedric and Mariah heard her, but chose to ignore her.
April, coming down from her orgasm, watched as Cedric stood up and placed his still hard cockhead between her asscheeks. Mariah moaned as he rubbed it between her lovely cheeks then pushed her gently over and he slid his cock into her pussy from behind. Mariah gasped and enjoyed several thrusts into her cunt. She rubbed her clit in rhythm with his thrusts into her pussy. Amazed at Cedric’s endurance April began to rub her pussy again. Mariah backed Cedric to his chair, sat him down with her on his lap and her back to his chest. In this position, Cedric’s cock drove inside her and she gasped as she felt it sliding deep into her cunt. Mariah’s fingers grasped her clit between her cuntlips to masturbate her clit as Cedric fucked her cunt.
Mariah stole glances at April who still thought she hadn’t been discovered. Cedric’s hands cupped Mariah’s breasts to gently knead them as his thumbs rubbed her nipples. She rose and fell on his marvelous engine of fucking, as she laid the back of her neck on his shoulder. Cedric responded by licking and kissing her neck and earlobe. As Mariah worked her magic pussy over Cedric’s cock it became obvious that Cedric had reached the end of his endurance. Mariah quickened the pace of fucking him and of rubbing her clit. Suddenly, Cedric groaned very load as his cock exploded, blasting his warm thick white cum deep into her cunt. She felt the warm cum fill her pussy and heat drove her instantly to orgasm too.
Mariah’s body shook as she began cumming in multiples again. Her cunt clenched Cedric’s cock as though to strangle it. She clutched it with her cunt muscles each time he released a strong wad of frothy creamy cum into her. Moaning she felt his cum oozing from her pussy to coat his balls with cum. Mariah wiped her finger in the thick semen and brought a heavy load of cum up from her pussy. “Ummmmm,” she moaned as she delightfully licked her finger clean. The next cum covered finger she offered to Cedric who eagerly licked it clean. After several cum wads were consumed in that way, Mariah got up, turned around and dropped to her knees to suck Cedric’s cock. She licked their blended cum juices, filling her mouth as she cleansed his cock.
Finishing cleaning him, Mariah rose up to kiss Cedric with her mouth full of his cum. She transferred half of the offering to his mouth as they kissed then each swallowed. They kissed several more times and congratulated each other on a magnificent evening of pure unadulterated fucking. Mariah stood up and Cedric sat her down in the chair to spread her legs. April could see the thick white cum seeping from Mariah’s cunt. Cedric moved his head between her thighs and greedily licked their blended cum nectar from her pussy as she moaned with delight. He brought her to another subdued orgasm as he finished cleaning her. “Cedric, you’re absolutely beautiful,” Mariah said, “You are the best fuck in town!” she declared, still breathing irregularly as he picked up her robe to place it around her shoulders.
He put on his robe too and they began slowly walking to the kitchen door. April quickly darted up the stairs and into bed, where she continued to masturbate to the erotic scene she had just witnessed. Cedric walked Mariah to her bedroom door, kissed her goodnight and went to his own bedroom. He removed his robe, turned on his shower and stepped inside. The hot water soothed his body as he lathered himself, pulled back his foreskin and washed his cock and balls. He turned off the water and stepped out of his shower to dry himself. Hearing someone breathing he looked up to see April standing naked, her robe on the floor near her feet.
Cedric continued to dry himself as he gazed upon her magnificently formed body. Pert upright breasts, hard erect nipples, perched on dark pink areolas, flat belly, full but trimmed curly dark bush and shapely legs. She was nearly perfectly formed with all vestiges of her recent ordeal having healed. Cedric breathed deeply as he finished drying himself. His cock had begun to swell, was semi hard and it swayed as he walked to his terrycloth robe hanging on a nearby hook. April ran to him and hugged him, kissed his neck, feeling his cock harden against her belly. Cedric gently grasped her shoulders and moved her arms length away. “April, this is not a good idea,” he said, “The court would be outraged if we were engaged in sex while you are in my custody.”
“But Cedric, I’m so hot for you,” she said trying to get next to him as he restrained her by her shoulders. “I…I…I saw you and Ms Worth in…in the kitchen,” she said, “it was beautiful and I’m so hot…please, Cedric.” she said still trying to move to him.
“No, April. We knew you were watching, but our lust was in control and we couldn’t stop,” he admitted. “We thought you were sleeping when we started, but when we discovered you watching, we decided to just continue.”
“What about me?” she asked hurtfully, “I have needs too…doesn’t that count?”
“Unfortunately, no. It doesn’t count. You are in my legal custody. I am supposed to protect you from further harm, not fuck your brains out.” He released her and put on his robe. Picking up her robe, he placed it around her shoulders. “I know you are aroused, but tomorrow we will be going to Mariah’s island home and I’m sure you can fulfill your needs there with young guys your own age.” He walked her to his door and asked her to go to her bedroom. April was stunned. No one had ever refused to have sex with her before. She understood Cedric’s position, but who would know, she asked him at his door. “I would know, April, and it would make me a liar to deny it. Now please go to bed and I’ll see you at breakfast.” April walked slowly her room, turned to look at Cedric, and went to bed.
The next morning they finished breakfast and Mariah asked April if she enjoyed shopping. True to her gender, April grinned and said she did. “Well, little girl, we are going to get you a complete summer wardrobe and later on in the year we’ll shop for your autumn needs, ok?” Mariah asked.
“Oh, yes Ma’am!” declared April. Cedric walked them to Maria’s specially built Cadillac two-door coupe and watched the ladies drive away. He stepped back into the house and busied himself reviewing his investments and calendar for the remainder of the month. Cedric called his secretary and had her clear his calendar for the next two weeks, telling her he would be vacationing at Mariah’s island home. The ladies returned in the late afternoon with multiple packages to join the multiple packages that had been delivered earlier. Cedric enjoyed watching the bonding, taking place between the young and older women. April would indeed be in good hands with Mariah.
After dinner, Cedric retired to his study-office to work while the ladies put away April’s new wardrobe. On his desk was an old Civil War era antique he had purchased some time ago. He used the old black powder 1860 antique Colt Army revolver, as a paperweight. It was in a loading stand that took up less space than if it were just laying flat on his desk. Cedric often fired the old gun at a shooting range and it was amazingly accurate. He kept it fully loaded except for the percussion caps that ignited the black powder. They were in a little box that he had left lying on his desk since he had last fired the weapon. He made a mental note to return them to their locked container when he finished working.
The door to his study opened and April strutted in happily to show him her new dress. It was basic black with spaghetti straps and a built in bra molded to her lovely tits. She whirled about and the pleated modest mini skirt opened wide as she spun around. “Like it?” she asked. He nodded and told her she looked like a beautiful princess ready for the royal ball. April giggled and ran to kiss his cheek. “Thank you, Cedric…thank you very much for everything,” she said wiping a tear of joy from her eye.
“You are very welcome, April,” Cedric told her. Just then the study door opened and a large man entered the study brandishing a wicked looking knife in his hand. He was dirty, unshaven with a heavy stubble beard, and smelled as though he hadn’t washed in weeks.
“So, you’re the old cocksucker that has stolen my baby girl?” he asked Cedric, who didn’t reply.
“Daddy!” April screamed, “Don’t hurt him please…he saved my life,” she pleaded.
“Fuck him, cunt! I’m going to enjoy cutting him up in little pieces, slice by slice,” he said hatefully. “First, I want him to see who you belong to and what you are, whore. Strip naked and get over here and suck your daddy’s cock.
“Don’t do it, April. You don’t have to,” Cedric said. April’s eyes moistened and tears rolled down her cheeks as she pulled off her new dress to stand wearing only her lacy black bikini panties. Her father had pulled out his cock, which stank, reeking from not being washed for days. April kneeled in front of her father and grasped his cock in her hand preparing to oblige him. Just then her father noticed the Colt Army revolver sitting on a stack of papers.
“What the hell is that, cocksucker?” he asked Cedric.
“It’s just a replica of a Civil War pistol,” Cedric replied.
“What the fuck is a reeplica,” he asked mispronouncing the word and waving his knife menacingly.
“It means that it is a cheap decorative copy of the real thing.”
” You mean it’s not real?”
“It’s a cap gun, actually,” Cedric replied.
“A cap gun? It looks like it has bullets in it.” Cedric nodded and explained that the ‘bullets’ were only molded into the cylinder to give it a realistic look. He just used it as a paperweight and a conversation piece. “A conversation piece,” the man sarcastically mocked Cedric. “Where the hell are the caps?” his sarcasm continued. Cedric pointed at the small round box on the desk, opened it and let a few percussion caps fall out onto the desk. He picked up a cap and told him where the caps fit on the cylinder. “Ha, just an old cocksucker with a toy gun…Jesus, but you’re so fucked up, you rich bastard! A fucking cap gun!” Cedric picked up the Colt by the barrel and fit three percussion caps on the cylinders cap nipples. April’s father watched and laughed at Cedrics ‘toy’ cap gun. “God damn you bitch, start sucking my cock! I ain’t got all night, here,” he told his daughter as he looked down at her. With his eyes averted for just a few seconds, Cedric had grasped his pistol by its grip and half cocked it to roll the capped cylinders into place.
“April!” commanded Cedric, “Move away from him and get dressed.” She backed away still holding her fathers cock.
“Who the fuck are you talking to, you old fucking cocksucker?” her father said as he flipped the knife to hold it by its blade so he could throw it. “I’ll cut you up so bad, you’ll suffer for hours before you die, you old fuck!” He drew his arm back as Cedric cocked the hammer of the Colt revolver. As the man’s arm started forward, the room boomed with the sound of a very loud gunshot! The bullet struck him in his right shoulder crushing the bones where his arm joined his shoulder. He screamed as the bullet’s impact whirled him around hand he fell to his knees. The acrid smell of black powder hung heavy over the room. “You son of a bitch!” he shouted at Cedric as he reached into his boot to pull out a small .22 caliber automatic.
As he turned to point it at Cedric as he watched in horror as Cedric fired again. The bullet hit him square in his left chest ripping through his heart. He looked up at Cedric then at April, his eyes opened wide. The man coughed up blood and died falling down onto his back. April rushed to Cedric as he held her tightly. Cedric insisted that she hurry and put on her dress before Mariah or his cook came into the room. April hurried to comply. Hearing the gunshot, Mariah hurried down the stairs, holding her Glock 9 millimeter automatic in her hand. Smelling the black powder she entered the room carefully, ready to shoot if necessary. Satisfied that Cedric and April were unhurt, she held the gun muzzle down at her side.
“What the hell happened?” Mariah asked. Cedric, holding April to console her, told Mariah exactly what had occurred. Mariah nodded and picked up the phone to dial 911. She told the dispatcher that she was reporting a fatal shooting at Cedric’s home. Soon they could hear sirens as police cars hurried to the scene of the shooting. The detective in charge was a friend of Mariah’s and he listened as Cedric, April and Mariah had recounted their roles in the fatal shooting. The detective asked them to accompany him to the precinct to provide statements of the shooting. Mariah accompanied them as a witness and as Cedric and April’s attorney.
The three of them returned to Cedric’s house around three am to find crime scene investigators still working the crime scene. They went to bed with April deciding to sleep with Mariah rather than sleep alone. She cried constantly as she remembered her Dad, as he was when she was just a child, but she also was glad that he could no longer abuse her. April finally felt free from fear and abuse. Mariah sympathized and was very understanding with her. They awakened around ten am to the sounds of the police finishing up with the crime scene. The detective agreed to Mariah’s request to keep the principals in the shooting, Cedric and April, with her at her island home. He said that the inquest would be scheduled soon and he would call them to attend. Finally, the police left with the study sealed as a crime scene.
The helicopter circled and descended to the huge mansion near the center of the island. It had passed over a building that resembled a dormitory as it proceeded to the helipad next to the big house. As it touched down Mariah confirmed to April that the building was indeed a dorm that housed her special students that she provided with scholarships. Because of the recent events with her Dad, April and Cedric would stay at the main house until the shooting was cleared up. They entered the house and April was stunned, by the opulence and elegant furnishings. There was beauty everywhere she looked. Mariah gave her a short tour of the house and told her she could explore on her own whenever she chose. Her hostess left April at her bedroom. It was huge with a large king sized bed, a sitting area and her own bathroom. April examined every inch of her room and was very pleased with everything.
A package lay on the bed. Opening the package, April found that it was a study guide for the SAT with a note from Mariah. The note said to study and review the guide frequently as her tutors would be arriving in a few days to prepare her for the test. April decided to just that, beginning the next morning. She wanted to spend the rest of the day exploring the house, and the island then join the other young people on the sandy beach. April wandered through the house for a while before running into Mariah in her office on the second floor. “What do you think, April?” Mariah asked her.
“Oh, Ma’am it’s awesome,” replied April. She asked Mariah if she could go to the beach for some sun and a swim.
“Of course,” Mariah said, “but I should warn you that it is a ‘freewill’ beach. Many of the students will be nude, but others wearing nearly every style of bathing suit that one can imagine.” Mariah paused then continued, “Feel free to go anyway that suits you, April. You may be asked to go to the dorm with another student, either male or female for a chat or for sex. Either is permissible. It’s up to you to decide. If you decide to have sex please take your birth control pills, have your male partners use condoms and, if need be, we have a supply of the ‘morning after’ pills.” April was amazed at Mariah’s openness and candid explanations. “If you go to the dorm with anyone you must sign in with the dorm supervisor so we always know where you are, for your safety and ours. Failure to sign in and out may be cause to release you from the island,” Mariah warned her, “Now go on and have fun.”