Victory Tour (Part 244)

"I have to do what now?" I asked in mild confusion as the woman fidgeted and blushed prettily.

"You have to save her, Daddy," Marie begged. "She's a pet who's been left a stray and I'm afraid someone like that Mr. Reynolds will try to take her! We have to hurry!"

"Calm down, baby," I said as soothingly as I could manage, looking around to see if anyone was paying attention to our conversation. "I still have to get back to school to shower and change. And I need to eat. Why don't I meet you at the cookout?"

"Nooo!" Marie whined. "I'll fix you something at the apartment. And make sure Lupita behaves. When can you get there?"

"Maybe an hour," I estimated. "I need one of the trainers to look at my shoulder."

Thanks to having a running clock most of the game, it still wasn't 10 o'clock. God, how bad would the score have been if we'd played with regular clock rules? We probably could've hit 140!

Looking around, I saw Marv keeping an eye on the situation, occasionally looking over his shoulder to make sure the Badgers were really leaving.

Assuring Marie I'd be right back, I got my bodyguard's attention.

"Is there someone available who can make sure Marie gets home?" I asked quietly. "She's having a bit of a crisis. I'll head straight to Mrs. Jenson's as soon as I get showered and dressed."

"Not gonna stay to eat?" he asked.

"Marie said she'd fix me something," I said. "The O-line will just have to steal somebody else's food."

"On it," Marv grunted. "You better get goin.' Buses are loadin' up."

I returned to my pet to update her, then found Kacie heading for a band bus and asked her to convey my regrets to the rest of the family.

"What's wrong?" my sister asked before I could start toward the team buses.

"Marie has an issue she needs me to deal with," I said. "She acted like she's on the verge of a meltdown."

"Why do I think her issue is that she's ovulating?" Kacie smirked.

I just let that one go and headed for the buses. I stripped off my pads and jersey before boarding, which may have been a mistake. Temps in the low 40s were immediately noticeable. Good thing I'd worn the long-sleeved undershirt.

The ride back was quick and just as boisterous as any other after a home win. Guys were still pumped at the scout team's performance. Our regular backs were already lobbying to get a few carries out of the Wing-T. I'd let Coach Tucker and Coach Sullivan deal with it.

Once back at the fieldhouse, I hurried to arrange my laundry and gear, dropping my bag in Coach Rogers' cart on my way to shower. I don't know what Marie was thinking, but I'd better go deal with it before she came looking for me.

I did take time to stick my head into the training room after pulling on my pants. A few of the scout teamers were getting some bumps and bruises, which they regarded as badges of honor, checked out. At least none of our starters were being sent to a doctor.

Trapper, the assistant trainer, checked me out.

"Looks like you pinched a nerve," he said when one of his pokes caused me to flinch. "Wouldn't be a bad idea to wear a sling for the weekend."

"I've still got the one from last time," I said, remembering the apartment was the last place I'd worn it. "I'll put it on as soon as I get home."

"Do that," he said. "Doc or I will look at you in the morning. Treatment's at 8 o'clock."

"Yes, sir," I said, going to finish dressing.

Jed and Chuck — with Keri, Erin B. and Kelli chatting to Morgan, Staci and Bethany — were outside the door when I exited the locker room.

"Where are you going?" Morgan asked as I headed to the Beemer.

"To deal with Marie," I said quietly, getting a smooch. Which meant Bethany and Staci had to get theirs.

"Not gonna eat, dude?" Jed asked after I got my three doses of sugar.

"Marie said she'd fix me somethin' at the apartment," I said.

"Ya gotta respect the streak, dude," Chuck insisted, sounding like he was having abandonment issues. "Ya already got away without any extra runnin' this week."

Good Lord! This was going way beyond simple superstition. I should ask Dr. Ramakrishnan if she could refer these guys to a sports psychologist or something.

"Here," I sighed, pulling out my wallet and extracting a Hamilton. "Have one on me."

"I hope it works," Jed moped, accepting the bill and making me think one sports psychologist may not be enough. "What time should we show up at Mrs. Osborne's?"

"I've got to come in for treatment, so maybe 9?" I suggested. "If Cookshack can have our order ready, I might be able to bring it back with me. I better go."

I left my teammates and girlfriends just staring at me and loaded up. In addition to whatever Marie needed, I could really use a massage from her. My shoulder was hurting worse from Trapper's examination than it was from that dipshit's cheap shot.

It took a bit to get out of the parking lot — the line for steaks was pretty long tonight, forcing me to navigate around it — but I was soon on my way. I tuned the radio to the local station for the scoreboard show and learned the Hawks had beaten the Cardinals and the Tigers had upset the Lions to avoid a winless season. The Cougars, almost back at full strength except for the linebacker who'd broken his neck trying to tackle me, had destroyed the Bears last night as I expected.

That left us at 7-0 with the Hawks, Cardinals and Cougars tied for second at 5-2, not that it mattered for the playoffs. Us and the Cougars would be 1-2 in the first division with the Hawks and Cardinals 1-2 in the second division.

The Lions and Badgers both finished 2-5 with the Bears and Tigers both 1-6. All their wins had come against each other after all four went 0-3 in nondistrict.

It dawned on me that the Lions, who might have had the second-best talent in that school district behind the Bears, would have made the playoffs if we'd been disqualified. The Bears just never got things put together after so many of their players were disciplined (by the state association and their coach) following our game.

I wondered if Lois Westmoreland would have kept her job even without the legal issues after a football season like that as I pulled into my parking spot at Arlene's about a quarter ’til 11.

The announcers also covered our likely playoff matchup. The was still a Saturday game in the other district that could change things. Basically, the current fifth-place team had to beat the current third-place team to force a three-way tie for third that would then go to a pointspread tiebreaker to determine the third and fourth spots. It was convoluted as hell because it could send a team from one division to the other depending on the final margin.

I think the phase of the moon also figured in there somehow.

Marie, clad in a housedress and her choker, was waiting on me at the door when I reached the apartment. The blonde woman, looking resigned to her fate, sat at the little dining table. Lupita stuck her head out of the kitchen with an expression that seemed to scream for me to tell her just what was going on here.

"Come on in, Daddy," the little waif said, stepping back to allow me to enter. "We've almost got you a steak ready. Go ahead and sit down."

"Thank you, baby," I said, looking at the rack of shelves and seeing the discarded sling. "Mind tellin' me what this is all about?"

"Like I said, Josephine's been stranded and you need to save her before somebody like Reynolds takes her," Marie said as I slipped into the sling before heading to the table. "Are you hurt, Daddy?"

"The trainer thinks I pinched a nerve," I said, taking the vacant chair as Josephine just stared at a spot on the table. "I've got to go in for treatment in the morning, but was hoping you'd give me a massage tonight. It's pretty sore. Now, how am I supposed to save Josephine?"

"The same way you did me," Marie said bashfully as she squeezed in behind me and began massaging the shoulder, immediately easing my discomfort. "Claim her and make her your bitch."

That's something I damn sure wasn't expecting to hear, especially from Marie. Hadn't she told me just the other day to only hire men for GDR, Inc. because she didn't want even more women trying to get my attention? Now, here she was throwing one in my lap!

"Does Josephine think she needs me to save her?" I asked. "Maybe I'm not her type."

That just caused the blonde woman to blush a fiery red and duck her head to avoid my gaze.

"Well? Somebody better tell me something," I commanded. "I'm not going to fuck a woman I just met and know nothing about without a good reason."

That brought a startled look from Lupita, who was putting my food on a plate. Why would I even consider fucking someone like Josephine when I'd rebuffed her? Patron got some s'plainin' to do!

"Lupita, this has nothing to do with whether I ever do anything with you," I said, deciding I'd better deal with her while I was thinking about it. "You still haven't been here a week. I want you to talk with Dr. Ramakrishnan some more before we do something you regret. And I want you to help the other girls from Matamoros get settled in when they arrive, which is supposed to be in the next few days. Understand?"

"Si, Patron," the pretty refugee pouted.

"Now, Josephine," I said, turning my attention to our guest.

"She needs you to ..." Marie started before I shushed her.

"Let's hear what Josephine has to say," I said.

The blonde woman just turned redder, her fidgeting becoming squirming as I sat just around the corner of the table from her. It didn't take long before the tension became too much for her to stand.

"Please, Sir," she whimpered piteously, the capitalization on the honorific evident in her voice. "There's nowhere for me to go. I can't go back to that house, not after what Mistress did to those girls. Not after what I've been through today. Angel said you're a good Master and will protect me."

That raised a number of questions for me. Like, who is Mistress and what did she do to girls to violate Josephine's trust?

"Who's Angel?" I blurted out, voicing my last question first.

"I am," Marie said barely above a whisper. "That's what Julia called me when we'd go to those parties. It's why I have the tattoo. We spent last New Year's Eve together with Josephine and her Mistress."

Wait, New Year's Eve?

Aww, FUCK NO! Josephine was Lois Westmoreland's pet? I'm not so sure I want any part of that. In fact, I'm damn near positive I don't!

I took a deep breath and tried to calm down as Lupita, with a worried look on her face, placed my plate in front of me.

The fact the pretty Tejana had gone to the trouble to cut up my steak for me didn't help my mood. I again felt like a little kid being fed by his mommy. I quickly forked a piece of beef into my mouth. Maybe chewing would keep me from saying something stupid.

It also gave me time to think.

I'd threatened to steal opponents' girlfriends if running up the score wasn't enough punishment for them. At the time, I'd been half-joking. But now, the thought of taking the butch bitch's submissive bitch on the very day she got arrested and fired based on suspicions I'd raised?

That really would be the ultimate "FUCK YOU!"

I quickly took another bite and chewed slowly as I thought some more. To say I was conflicted would be a good starting point. This just felt like one of those deals where no matter what I decided, it'd be the wrong thing. There were just so many possibilities for this to go sideways.

The obvious one was what would Mom/Grandma/Arlene/my other girlfriends say? Another was what Lois Westmoreland would do if she got out on bail and came looking for revenge? Better alert the Tri-Star folks. And I don't know how big a threat Phillip Reynolds might turn out to be if he really was interested in or even aware of Josephine. I hope he wouldn't see me as being disrespectful after helping me contact Zander's boyfriend.

Which ultimately led to me being hunted by cartelistas. And becoming a billionaire.

"What about you, baby?" I asked. "This was supposed to be your night."

"It won't be that bad, Daddy," Marie sighed as she continued to work on my shoulder, which was feeling much better. "I've been waiting since at least June when I met you. Another month won't hurt. And there's always the chance you can squeeze me in before it's too late this month."

"Is Rhonda going to be a problem?" I asked. "I had to deal with one girl at school this week who accused me of having a sex slave based on what she's said."

"I'll explain things to her, Daddy," the little waif said. "I think she already realizes she was wrong about some of the things she thought about you. You should talk to her."

Not any time soon, I thought. I didn't need Rhonda accusing me of again attempting to lure her into bed. I already had a long enough line trying to lure me into bed, or at least onto my back

"But will she be a problem for you?" I persisted. "If you and Josephine have a history, how will she react?"

"I'll explain things to her, Daddy," Marie repeated a little stronger this time. "She knows I've been with other women."

"Josephine, you don't have to do this," I said, taking another stab a getting my ass out of the latest cray situation I found myself in. "I'm willing to offer you sanctuary without expecting sex in exchange."

"Angel said you'd say something like that," the blonde woman said with a hint of a grin, the first sign of a positive emotion she'd shown. "But I think I need to. I have to prove, to myself at least, that Mistress doesn't control my life anymore. The police said she's looking at 10 years if she's convicted."

"You talked to the police?" I asked.

"A detective questioned me at school this morning while Mistress was being taken into custody," she said quietly, obviously uncomfortable at reliving the experience. "I was placed on administrative leave until the school district decides if I was helping Mistress. I swear, I wasn't! At least not knowingly. Being denied one last chance to watch my girls perform may have been worst of all. There's no way they'll let me have my job back. They'll reassign me to other duties if they don't fire me. They'll probably decide not to renew my contract this spring even if they don't."

By now, tears were streaming down her face. Her world had been totally shattered by the actions of someone she'd completely trusted.

It took some coaxing, but I eventually got the story.

Josephine Kerns had been a wallflower growing up, never part of a social group and too shy to do anything about it. She'd been on exactly one date in high school. The loser had taken her to a burger joint and then directly to the local lovers lane. Her protests that she wasn't that kind of girl brought a hasty end to the evening. Word soon spread that she was a frigid bitch, not worth the trouble.

Her one outlet of expression was dance. She began taking ballet lessons at 3 and continued all the way through high school. Her dream was to dance professionally. Her more realistic goal was to teach at a well-respected dance academy.

She and her overprotective parents were over the moon when she was accepted to a college with a highly regarded dance program. She'd actually be able to major in it! Well, Fine Arts with a Dance focus, but still.

Her parents helped her move into her dorm room, admonished her to behave and study hard, then left before her roommate showed up.

Lois Westmoreland.

The butch bitch recognized she had a submissive bitch on her hands and wasted no time taking advantage. She was in Josephine's bed by the second night, telling her it's how roomies bond, and was soon exposing the girl to a whole new world of experiences. It took some work, but the girl turned out to be pretty decent at licking pussy. Even seemed to enjoy it by the end of the first semester.

Toys became a regular part of their play once Lois learned a lifetime of ballet lessons had destroyed her pet's hymen. They went shopping for strap-ons and double-ended dildos the weekend after Labor Day that first semester. Lois especially enjoyed the way Josephine squealed the first time she pushed one up the girl's ass

The relationship endured, much to Josephine's parents' dismay, through college and beyond, but caused a change in Josephine's career trajectory. When Lois landed her first coaching job, the only dance-related job the school district could offer was as director of the drill team. Josephine spent another summer and fall taking enough classes to gain teacher certification, then taught whatever classes needed to be filled in addition to teaching teenage girls to kick their legs high while smiling.

The couple eventually moved to their latest district, Lois moving into athletic administration. Josephine thought nothing of an apparently random meeting with Julia Fairchild at a party. Then Lois started taking Josephine to other kinds of parties to which Julia invited them.

It was just about the same time girls from the school district were first approached about modeling. Josephine was ecstatic that some of her drill team girls were deemed worthy of such offers. Until she learned the truth this morning.

"I can't believe she'd do that," the blonde whimpered. "She's always gone out of her way to help students. She even recommended some underprivileged girls for scholarships at a private school down on the border, somewhere around Brownsville, and had a couple get accepted. She said the school could guarantee placement after they graduated."

That gave me a very uneasy feeling.

"This school, was it in Matamoros?" I asked.

"I'm not sure," Josephine said. "It was a Catholic school run by an order of nuns."

"The Blessed Sisters of Perpetual Chastity?" I suggested.

"I don't know," she whined in frustration as she underwent her second interrogation of the day. "Maybe. I remember it had perpetual in it. The school was something like Our Lady of the River."

I had my phone out, thumbs flashing like Morgan as I composed a text to George Patterson.

"Have Tri-Star check for links between Westmoreland and La Escuela Secundaria de Nuestra Señora del Rio. She may have sent girls from her school district there. DO NOT LET THAT BITCH MAKE BAIL!"

"I hope she didn't mark any of them," Josephine said as I got back to my steak. "She always joked that when I turn 40, she'd trade me in for two 20s. At least, I thought it was a joke. But I'm 38 and she was already playing with 18-year-olds!"

"How'd she mark you?" I asked around a bite.

Josephine undid the top two buttons on her blouse and pulled the wings aside to expose her upper chest. Just above the swell of her left breast was a little heart-shaped burn scar. The butch bitch had branded her!

"She did this when we were in college," Josephine sobbed. "She used a wire hanger heated on a hotplate in our dorm room. She said it was to remind me she always had a piece of my heart."

That pretty much decided it for me as I pulled the bawling woman onto my lap for a hug. Not the flash of tit — I'd seen more and better from Karen this morning. And Marie had shown me everything when I came to get my shirt. But I did notice Josephine had nice tits, about 32C if I'd learned anything.

No, my decision was based on the desire to show the woman she hadn't been scarred for life and that not everyone who was willing to have sex with her wanted to inflict pain. God, I hope she doesn't need spanking as often as Marie does.

"Where can we do this?" I asked, easing Josephine off my lap.

"My room," Marie said. "Lupita, you stay here. You can watch TV."

"Si, Mees Marie," the girl said, sounding a little dejected that another woman was being allowed to jump the line on her.

"Thank you for a wonderful meal, Lupita," I said, stepping to the girl and kissing her cheek in hopes of easing her disappointment. "Like I said, this has nothing to do with how I feel about you. This is to help Miss Josephine."

"Si, Patron," she pouted.

Adjusting the sling, I took the blonde by the hand and followed the brunette out the door. I noticed Marie grabbed a condom and the lube out of the top dresser drawer, making me wonder just what was expected of me here. And hadn't I used all that stuff up by now? I think Bethany was the last one I'd taken anally and supplies had been running low then, nearly a month ago.

At least Jed's room was empty. Keri and Erin must have started their girls-only night before halftime since they were at the postgame cookout. Maybe they were enjoying the extra steak I'd paid for. A look at my phone showed it was just 11:15. I'd might be able to get something close to a full eight tonight.

Marie led us through the French doors when my phone pinged. Mr. Patterson was on the case. He did want to talk to me about it, though. He'd drop by tomorrow afternoon after his round of golf. That'd allow me time to finish helping Bob Osborne. I just had to survive lunch with his daughter and the other girls first.

Marie's room had a few more decorations than the last time I'd been in here. I think she liked having her own private space instead of spending all her time in the apartment. She just seemed to spend all her time there when I was there but not entertaining one of the other girls.

The closing of the door with Marie still inside was a bit surprising, though. Was she expecting to join us in hopes of me squeezing her in?

"I just want to make sure Josephine's comfortable," my first pet said as the tear-stained pet candidate continued to blush and fidget. "She's never done this."

"What?" I asked in shock.

"I've never been with a man," Josephine whispered. "Mistress ... Lois ... that woman doesn't like men and didn't want them around me."

Oookaaayyy. I definitely wasn't expecting a 38-year-old virgin here. Although I don't know if she really counted considering what I'd seen her and Marie doing in the photo from last New Year's.

"You should undress him," Marie whispered in Josephine's ear.

I took off the sling, which Marie took from me, mainly to get it out of the way as Josephine tentatively tugged my shirt out of my pants. Once she got it over my head, she had to take a moment to run a hand appreciatively over my pecs and abs. Glad I've been working out for the last few years.

As I kicked out of my shoes, the blonde grew even more tentative before finally reaching for my belt. It was the closest I'd come to trying to seduce a woman. Most of the girls I'd gotten this far with, even the virgins, were only too eager to get my pants off. But Josephine eventually got me unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped.

I stepped out of the slacks, which Marie gathered up, and stood there in boxers and socks. Why wasn't I surprised that Josephine went for the socks first?

Now was the moment of truth. The blonde seemed to force herself to pull the boxers down my legs. I don't know who was more disappointed — Marie or Josephine — that I just hung there instead of sporting a raging boner. Not that I had any control over the damn thing, but I was glad I didn't scare the virgin off with a full, angry erection.

At least I wasn't totally limp. I mean, watching an attractive woman get her first look at a dick — any dick, but especially my dick — had a certain effect on me. The expression of awe and wonder was totally in my imagination, I'm sure.

"Suck it," Marie whispered in Josephine's ear, using a hand on the back of the woman's head to bring her close.

The blonde didn't resist, but she seemed less than enthusiastic as she took me in her mouth.

Remember what I said about there being no such thing as a bad blowjob? Josephine challenged that assertion as she basically just held me in her mouth. While Elise had obviously been inexperienced the other night, she at least understood the theory. This woman had absolutely no idea what to do.

Still, I was starting to expand as Marie knelt beside us and coached the stray pet through the process. It made me wonder what the little waif's first experience had been like. She'd certainly learned how to suck a dick since then.

With constant reminders to watch her teeth and use her tongue more, Josephine soon brought me to full hardness. My worry was to not go too deep as Marie put a hand on my butt to press us together. I put a hand on either side of the blonde's head and slowly fucked her pretty mouth.

It turned out to be a pretty decent blow job, after all.

Just as I started grunting that I was close, Marie stood and pulled out her phone. When the first spurt caused Josephine to go bug-eyed, Marie snapped a few shots before I pulled out and shot a little more across the woman's face. Then she made Josephine open her mouth to show the come pooled on her tongue and snapped a few more.

"Think Lois Westmoreland will like these?" Marie snarked, flipping back and forth between shots of Josephine with a hard dick in her mouth and come on her face.

"That wasn't so bad," Josephine gasped, wiping a string off a cheek. "It didn't taste nearly as bad as I've been told."

"We have Daddy on a special diet," Marie said, which sounded a lot better than "male health" regimen. "It makes a difference. Let me get you a washcloth."

The little waif was quickly back with a wet rag to wipe Josephine's face and a Dixie Cup of water to wash down the dregs. I then helped the blonde stand and pulled her close.

It was my turn now.

Despite her attempt to avoid it, I held her by the back of the head and kissed her. I didn't try to ram my tongue down her throat, but it was a good, solid kiss. Maybe even as manly as Lois Westmoreland. Still, I kept it short and Josephine relaxed noticeably as I backed off.

Until I undid another button on her blouse.

"You didn't think I was going to let you have all the fun, did you?" I smirked as I fully exposed her bra, a fairly standard model based on my experience.

With Marie helping peal the garment off her shoulders, I slowdanced Josephine toward the bed until she was seated on the mattress. Then I removed her sneakers and socks, giving her little piggies a lick, before starting on her jeans. The weren't exactly mom jeans, but definitely looser than what my teen girlfriends wore.

The blonde's breath picked up as I slid the fabric off her hips to expose a pair of basic panties that went with the bra, which was now highlighted by her flushed chest. I really needed to see about having Arlene take her to VS when time permitted. I liked my girls' unmentionables to be lacy.

I took a moment to admire the scenery. Josephine still had a dancer's body, toned legs and a tummy that was only now beginning to lose the battle against time and gravity. I think her belly was flatter than Karen's.

As Marie made off with the discarded jeans — I hoped she was keeping our clothes near at hand, I might need to get dressed to make it to wherever I was going to sleep after this — I pushed Josephine to lie back and started on the panties. Her bush was full, but not unruly. Maybe Lois liked picking hair out of her teeth.

We'd discuss grooming later, though. Time for dessert after that wonderful meal Lupita prepared for me.

I don't know if Josephine's trembling was nerves or disgust at the thought a man was about to try what women did so much better, but she didn't resist as I got down to business. She slowly relaxed and her juices eventually started flowing, which was my main goal. I didn't want to fuck a dry pussy.

I began employing the arsenal of tricks Arlene had taught me, earning a low groan, a little shiver and more juice. That caused me to have something of an epiphany — the redheaded goddess had admittedly had female lovers along the way. Had she taught me skills she'd learned from other women? Maybe I really did eat pussy like a girl.

But back to work. A few squeaks and shivers seemed to help her along, but I'd pretty much resigned myself to the fact Josephine was used to better. I eased up and backed off, only to have a hand clamp on top of my head and shove my face back into her twat.

"So close," I heard a female voice that I don't think was Marie's gasp as Josephine began humping hard against me.

I slipped a finger inside to rub that rough patch and my lips closed over a surprisingly erect clit as she continued to hump. The combination seemed to do the trick as a guttural growl was accompanied by toned thighs slamming my head from both sides and a surge of warm fluid across my chin.

God, I hope Marie got a shot of that, I thought as I wiped my face. I also hoped my head would be able to fit through the door after making a lesbian squirt with my tongue. I considered that a monumental achievement.

Now, let's see what I could do with my dick, which had revived much sooner than I expected.

"Wait, Daddy," Marie said, hurrying around the bed.

"Oh, yeah, condom," I said, looking around for wherever my pet had put them.

"Don't bother," Josephine panted, chest heaving. "She made me get tested regularly once we started going to those parties. I'm clean."

"What about pregnancy?" I asked, figuring a woman who'd been in a long-term lesbian relationship wouldn't have ever used birth control.

"I'm safe," Josephine wheezed. "I always wanted children, anyway. She didn't. Serve the bitch right if you did get me pregnant. Especially if it's a boy!"

"But I want her to do reverse cowgirl," Marie protested. "That'll let me get a shot showing her face with your dick in her pussy."

As long as my face isn't visible. I don't want Marie doing time for making underage porn.

I helped Josephine stand and laid down in her place, my dick doing its best to impersonate a flagpole. We really should've put a towel down before we started. These sheets were going to be a mess.

Josephine got in position and slid down me with a groan, managing to hold the pose long enough to satisfy Marie. For a virgin, Josephine wasn't exactly tight, making me wonder just how big were the dildos Lois had used on her.

The blonde moved off and flopped down on her back beside me. I noticed she'd removed the bra somewhere along the way, which made me roll over to get a closer look. She really did have nice tits, just not as nice as Jan or Karen. The thought of all three women nursing my children at the same time had me continue rolling until I was between her thighs.

"You're sure," I said as I got things aligned, receiving a quick nod in response.

The change in position didn't make her any tighter. For a moment, I thought it'd be like fucking a dead fish as she just lay there staring blankly at the ceiling while I took a slow stroke. Her expression didn't encourage me, but I soldiered on. At least she was wet enough that it wasn't painful.

After a few strokes, she trembled slightly and shifted under me. I felt two arms wrap around me and two thighs clamp against my hips. Then she rolled her hips and squeezed me oh, so deliciously. Somebody's been keeping up with their kegel exercises. Must be a dancer thing.

At the very least, I think she was starting to get the hang of fucking a real dick.

I didn't try to push things. I was already bushed enough after what I'd been through today that I was just glad I hadn't passed out on the woman. But a sedate pace seemed to be to her liking as trembles became shivers, then shudders, then shakes.

By the time I was starting to feel the tingle, Josephine was building for a big one. I felt nails raking across my back as I thrust deep and cut loose with my fifth load in maybe 56 hours. It reminded me of my first time with Staci. Might be time to take them all to a nail salon to get trimmed.

Knowing a few of my girls, though, they'd want to get them sharpened.

I rolled off, chest heaving as Josephine glued herself to my side, a leg thrown over me.

"Don't move," Marie commanded. "That's a great view of your come leaking out of her pussy, Daddy!"

I don't think I had enough energy to move after that. If I had, I probably would've put the little waif over my knee for raking so many pictures.

I obviously dozed off because the next thing I knew, Marie was shaking my left shoulder, which was still sore but not unbearably so. She handed me a bottled sports drink, which I chugged greedily, and a couple of tablets I thought were for the pain.

"Time to finish the job, Daddy," my pet said. "I've got her all ready for you."

"What?" I grunted.

"You've got to finish taking Josephine in all three holes," Marie said. "Show you own all of her. I made her take an enema and lubed her up. She's ready for you to finish claiming her."

"I don't think I have another one in me, baby," I mumbled, just wanting to go back to sleep.

"Of course you do, Daddy," Marie snorted. "You're 17! You've always got one in you. Here, let me help get you started."

With that, the little waif bent down and sucked me into her mouth. The feel of her hard nipples scraping across my thigh only added to the atmosphere. When did she get undressed?

I began inflating much sooner than I expected. Wait, those tablets were pain tablets, weren't they?

It didn't take Marie much effort before she let a diamond cutter pop out of her mouth. Then she greased me up and rolled me on my side. Where Josephine spooned herself back against me.

Before I could even ask about a condom, Marie had me lined up on a winking asshole and shoved me forward as Josephine pushed back. The woman must wear a buttplug every day. That was the only explanation I had for what was the easiest anal entry I'd experienced.

I can't say it was the most scintillating experience. First, it was all I could do to stay awake enough to focus on what I was doing. Josephine's grunts and groans as I stroked in and out seemed to indicate it wasn't exactly pleasurable for her, either. And Marie prodding my taint from behind (I later learned it was a version of a prostate massage that didn't require her to stick a finger up my ass) wasn't very welcome.

Josephine began to breathe harder, her actions becoming more erratic, as Marie rubbed my taint a little harder. The new pet shook violently and cried out, her sphincter clinching painfully tight around me shaft, to pull one more load out of me. My balls were starting to hurt as the original pet leaned over to get a shot of my dick and come slipping out of the new pet's ass.

I wrapped an arm around Josephine, a hand just naturally cupping a boob, as Marie pressed her little titties into my back. I was dangerously close to fading out when I felt the blonde start shaking, the sobs somehow stifled.

"Don't cry, baby," I said softly. "It's over now. You never have to do that again, I promise."

"It's not that," she sniffled. "I enjoyed it. All of it. It just makes me wonder what else that bitch lied to me about all these years!"