Chapter 19: Olé’s Sweets and Skeet’s Treat

Skeet loves herself, and admires her toned body, posturing in full length wall mirror. Assuming body builder classic poses and stances, and flexing her well defined muscles, masculine style, she dirty sweet talks to herself.

“Imagine the things I’m going to do to you, sweet little girl. You’re mine, nobody else gets your pussy, you’reall mine. You think you’re so tough, but inside, you’re just a soft pussy, quivering, trembling, and wet, aching for my thick trigger finger. You are my bit of fluff, bitch! Want to play? Look at you weeping already! I’m going to make you cry, baby girl!”

“Sweet little girl” is her secret name for her shaved and waxed pussy. She loves her “ Sweet little girl”.

Skeet loves masturbating, but prefers the more polite, “playing with herself”. That’s precisely how she considers it.

All work and no play, is a dull life. Is there anyone who doesn’t masturbate? They’re a liar!

The one time in her life she experienced a hard cock inside her, it was her adored Daddy’s cock. He fucked her delirious and came in her twice. The second time, telling her how much he loved her, while non-stop fucking, continuing immediately after his original ejaculation. She blesses him for that second spontaneous fuck. He couldn’t get enough of her just once, but twice is apparently enough. For him. She patiently waited for him to arrange another tryst. She loved being fucked by her Daddy. Gave her tremendous orgasms, both times he came inside her. Dad never sought a rematch.

Only the once upon a time memory is branded into their brains. Like a fairy tale. Maybe that once is better than, a long term incestuous relationship would have been. A family destroying scandal, in order to continue having incestuous sex, isn’t what either wanted. Father and daughter resumed fairly normal relations. Now, no chance she’d become her Daddy’s mistress. The opportunity passed, and the door closed and is sealed forever behind silent lips. But they share Morgan and frequent special glances. Mom doesn’t know about their incestuous love. Doesn’t know Tom is Morgan’s biological dad. Mom thinks Skeet was raped and indeed she was, but only the first Daddy fuck. The rage fuck. The second fuck, was about reconciliation, forgiveness, and indulging long pent up desires, by both parties. Everything is in order.

Skeet converted several recent spy-cam video segments into animated gifs. Morgan masturbating over Alma and her Daddy fucking her again in fantasy, staring at naked Alma’s youthful body, but she can read his lips. Calling Lulee. How delicious. How flattering. He stroked himself into a big ejaculation for his daughter’s surrogate, remembering teenage Lulee! Morgan came profusely also. Come for me, boys! Oh yeah! YES, SHOOT IT TO ME, my handsome, big dick Buckaroos! I have a real LULU of a pussy! Available to either of you, for the asking. If you discover some balls and just ask!

She also made a gif of Alma playing with her pussy and orgasming. Dad thinks you resemble me when I was your age. Maybe you would be a suitable surrogate for me as me?

Maybe I’ll make you my bitch. Haven’t had a bit of Fluff since those two Lieutenants, Halke and Cruz gave me some pussy.

Hey Doc! Regular scheduled weekly check of the sat-phone, although I’ve important news as well. How’s home, farm, and family?” Olé greets his Army buddy over the satellite phone.

“Hey there yourself, Olé!” Doc is pleased to hear his voice. “We are just fine. Morgan has a cute girlfriend now, and Roy returned to his farm yesterday. Stopped by a minute. Found his folks and buried them. Shame they were killed for a crate of home canned veggies. What’s the skinny at your end?”

“Now that’s quite a big story and defies a quick and easy synopsis, Doc! Can’t condense to a skinny version. Got to tell you the whole Magilla!” Olé is serious for a rarity, but enthused as always.

I’m listening.” Doc could hear muted background conversations.

“Sounds like male voices in the background. Who else is there with you, Olé? Sounds like several females too! Having a party at the government’s expense? Must be REAL important for you to share your beer! Celebrating what?”

“Lot’s more people than just Bella and me here now.” Olé explains his large staff, comprised of Dan-no and the other Olé clones, and the nurse Bella clones, recently smuggled out of the Empresses Palace Army Air Field, for a medical staff.

“Really, I’m surprised. Is that the news and cause for celebration? Glad you at least, don’t have to drink alone, Buddy.” Doc has a pretty good idea about the party noise.

“Well, I’m not alone now, Doc. Ain’t exactly happy times, neither. Don’t worry about me, though, I’ll survive. Bella and the Bella clones are good nurses, and Dan-no and the other lads have all my expert combat skills. Wally and his renegades were no match for us.” Olé sounds sad. “Wally, the distributor returned in the armored Scout-Command car I traded him. Two goons and four hostage girls with him.”

“Demanded sanctuary or else. We had no choice but to gun them down.” Olé explains.

“They threatened the hostages, if we didn’t surrender.”

“Olé? All your team alright? And the hostages okay?” A tenderly phrased and dulcet toned question.

“Good enough. I’m the only one shot. Flesh wound. Not serious. The hostages are dehydrated, and suffering fro exposure and sexual abuse. Undoubtedly some psychological trauma as well. The nurses are very caring of them.”

“That’s nice, that’s good Olé. Very happy that’s the case. Sorry you were shot. You’re tough as leather, though. You’ll heal. Come on, out with it. What’s the rest of the story?”

“Well, like I said, they drove up here, bold as brass, and demanded we share the facility with them. Demanded immediate water too, as a show of good faith, prior to any negotiations. I told them, I wasn’t interested in negotiations and refused to even consider allowing them to remain on the base for more than a few hours. Offered them fuel and water fill-ups, if they would agree to leave peaceably and quickly. I was yet unaware they had captive Indian girls as hostages.”

“Delicate situation, and you handled it professionally. Go on, Olé. What transpired after your ultimatum?”

“The heartless bastards offered me one girl, as a personal sex slave, and to teach me expert beer brewing, in exchange for permanent sanctuary.”

“And you responded with?”

“I asked how many hostages they held in total, and they told me, I demanded the immediate release of all the hostages.”

“In exchange for what? What did you offer for the hostages?”

“Their worthless lives. Told them I’d let them live, but only if they immediately disarmed and surrendered their hostages.”

“They didn’t accept, I take it.”

“Nope! They figured I was all alone, with just Bella for company. They were completely unaware they were surrounded by a dozen of me. My clones. When I told them their predicament, they threatened to shoot one of the girls, as proof of their sincerity. Threatened to kill all the hostages, unless I packed up and left, surrendering the Ranch to them.”

“And?”

“I took careful aim at Wally’s head. Warned him, any fire at all, would mean his instant death.”

“And they shot you! What else did you expect them to do?”

“Yeah, well now looking back, I see I sort of painted them into a corner. With few options. Anyway, when they started shooting, so did we. Killed the two goons, and seriously wounded Wally. Me? I caught one in my thigh, just a bit above my knee. Appreciate not being hit in the knee.”