Chapter 69: Saturday, Oct. 20

Hunger forced me awake a little before 8, Bethany still snuggled close with her head on my shoulder.

My stomach growled audibly, demanding to be fed. The few ounces of steak I’d had last night had just been enough to get me home. The steak sandwich I’d had for lunch had long since worn off.

I was surprised that I wasn’t totally locked up with stiffness considering my physical activity during and after the game. This may have been marginally worse than my first game against the Bearcats in the season opener, but I guess I was getting used to it now. I also knew better how to take a hit when I saw one coming.

I still might ask Marie for a massage at some point, though.

Before I could address the issue of my hunger, I needed to hop in the shower. I reeked like a Kansas City cathouse, as Grandpa would say. Not that I’d ever been in such an establishment in that fine city — I’d just have to take my grandfather’s word on the subject — but I’d better get cleaned up before encountering anyone. No sense in advertising the fact that I was off the shelf.

There was also the matter of disposing of the condom from our last round. Dried come left it sticking to my dick. It took a minute, but I was able to remove the rubber without losing any skin.

I needed to remember to take the damn things off before I passed out in the future. It was not the most pleasant experience.

Bethany grumbled sleepily as I eased myself out of bed. I was again reminded that she wasn’t much of a morning person.

The water warmed up and I was soaping myself when the little blonde came to join me.

“You took my pillow,” she mumbled, sounding a little hoarse, as she climbed into the tub.

She still was not fully awake as evidenced by her reaction when she pulled me down for a kiss. Our combined morning mouth quickly had her backing off.

I was put to work soaping and scrubbing two bodies, those delectable tits and that heart-shaped ass getting special attention.

“Are you trying to start something?” Bethany giggled as my fingers found their way between her legs.

“You don’t seem to be objecting,” I grinned when she reached back for a couple of strokes to help me get ready.

“I’m really gonna be walkin’ funny now,” she moaned, leaning over to grab the front rim of the tub and widening her stance as much as possible.

“Sounds like an invitation to me,” I said, grabbing the detachable showerhead and letting it hang down so I wasn’t getting sprayed in the face before squatting a little to get things lined up.

Pushing forward, I was again enveloped in the girl’s tight sheath as I grabbed her hips for stability. I really needed to put some handrails in here for such occasions. Maybe some kind of step for when I was accompanied by one of my shorter girlfriends. That had me wondering if I would need something to stand on if Elise was ever the one helping me get dirty and clean at the same time.

Bethany whimpered, sighed and shivered as I stroked steadily. Unlike the raging beast I was last night, I wanted her to enjoy the experience, as well. Besides, the confines of the tub didn’t allow for acrobatics.

She squeezed me exquisitely as I pumped back and forth. After dropping three loads in roughly two hours last night, I was in no hurry with this one.

“You can put it back in my butt if you want to, Daddy,” she cooed after a little tremor swept through her.

“Maybe next time,” I grunted. “I forgot to bring a condom and lube.”

I reminded myself we needed to talk about her calling me Daddy. That would have to wait. I was busy at the moment.

Bethany clamped down with a yelp and a shudder as a stronger event struck. That got my mind back on my business as the pressure began rising.

I held out as long as I could, but the little blonde’s rippling contractions eventually got the better of me. We both groaned loudly as I pushed deep and fired. I may need another nap before I broke my fast.

Standing up straight caused me to disengage and unleash a stream of fluid down her thighs. I worked the kinks out of my back as I marveled at the sight. I may have mentioned this before, but I really did enjoy seeing my come leak out of a freshly fucked girl as we shared a shower. I wondered how long the trail down Elise’s long, toned thighs will be.

Bethany got my mind off other girls as she spun around for a torrid kiss.

“You didn’t use lube on me last night,” she gasped when he pulled back. “Marie told us about you buttfucking her in the shower that time. She said she was leaking come from both holes all through lunch at the club.”

Someone sounds jealous, I thought.

I made sure we were both rinsed clean and Bethany grabbed the showerhead to wash two of my deposits out of her vagina before all the warm water was gone. I think she enjoyed that almost as much as she had the fucking. She closed her eyes, shivered and moaned a couple of times, anyway.

I grabbed us each a towel and stepped out of the tub to dry off as the little blonde finished up. She gave me just enough time to brush my teeth before taking over at the sink. I had to think small thoughts to enable me to slip out the door while she tended to teeth and hair.

A fresh pair of boxers, some cargo shorts and a T-shirt would be good enough for what I had planned for the day. The agency would have contacted me by now if I was needed for anything, but a look at my phone showed no missed calls or text messages. I shot Armand a text just to cover my ass.

I was in the kitchen fixing a bowl of cereal when I received the response I was hoping for. The only thing I had to do today was be on time to take Sherry to the club for dinner. Until then, I was free to get caught up on my schoolwork.

Bethany emerged from the bathroom as I ate and pulled on one of my T-shirts before joining me. The garment was more than long enough to hide the fact she wasn’t wearing panties, but I was too used up to even think about trying to take advantage of the situation. The little blonde grabbed some fruit and a muffin from the kitchen, also bringing me a glass of pineapple juice.

“Marie said to not let you forget,” she smirked as she placed the glass in front of me. “I couldn’t really tell last night. You missed my tastebuds.”

Bethany’s voice was still rather hoarse.

“Got a frog in your throat?” I asked as she sat in the other chair.

“More like I had a log in my throat last night,” she grinned wickedly. “And a couple of other places, too. I’m gonna be walkin’ and talkin’ funny today. Some of the other girls will be jealous.”

As long as none of the other girls demanded the same treatment any time soon. After going four times with Bethany, I think I could sleep with Arlene tonight and not be a danger to the expectant mother. Good thing she was still a few hours away from leaving LA on her tour bus.

I finished my cereal and chugged down the juice. Figuring I’d better get this out of the way, I took a deep breath and gathered my thoughts.

“I want to know why you’ve started calling me Daddy,” I said, causing Bethany to blush and start trembling.

“Marie does,” she mumbled, looking anywhere but at me.

“That’s an excuse, not a reason,” I said.

The little blonde squirmed in her seat and refused to meet my gaze.

“It just felt right,” she finally said. “I hardly ever see Rusty. He was never my father, just my sperm donor. And if you get my mom pregnant, that’ll kind of make you my stepdaddy.”

“Is that what you want?” I asked. “To be my daughter instead of my girlfriend?”

“No!” she said almost immediately. “There are too many good things about being your girlfriend. I just like the way you take charge sometimes. I wish you’d do that more.”

“So, you’d rather be my pet like Marie,” I said. “You want me to mark you with tattoos and piercings? Maybe after you turn 18 and are out of high school. I doubt the teachers will let me lead you down the hallways at school on a leash.”

That brought forth a little shudder and a nostril flare. I think the girl was actually aroused by the idea.

“You can call me Daddy here in the apartment,” I decided. “Nowhere else, especially school. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Bethany beamed happily, crawling into my lap and wrapping me in a big hug.

I slipped a hand under the T-shirt and palmed a naked butt cheek as she pushed those delectable tits into me. There was a whiff of excited girl in the air. As used up as I was, there was no possibility of pursuing matters at the moment.

“You need to go put some clothes on,” I finally said, causing her to pout prettily. “Probably ought to check in with Marie and let her know we’re up and moving. What time are the other girls supposed to get here?”

“Around 10,” Bethany said. “Marie wants to get the housework done before lunch. What are you going to be doing?”

“Homework,” I said, easing the girl off my lap. “I need to get my laptop out of the car. I forgot to bring it in last night for some reason.”

“Just don’t try to run off,” she threw over a shoulder as she went to gather up her clothes from last night, which were strewn across the floor. “Staci hasn’t posted a guard yet.”

That wouldn’t be a problem. It was going to take enough energy just to walk to the car and back. I’d be lucky to stay awake long enough to get any work done.

Bethany’s ass twitched bewitchingly under the T-shirt, which I never expected to see again if recent history held, as she moved to the door with her jeans and sweatshirt bundled under an arm. She did take a moment to slip on the sneakers she’d worn last night. No need in going barefoot on wet pavement.

I was inspired to follow her example and pulled on deck shoes before following her out the door into the delightfully cool morning. I decided to leave the door open and let the apartment air out a little. The odor was still noticeable as we had our breakfast. I should see if Marie could bring a box fan in to circulate the air and speed up the process.

The trip to the Beemer and back was quick. I decided to grab Kirsten’s present and take it, as well. I’m sure the girls would advise me on what adornment would be deemed acceptable.

I took the time to empty the pockets of the pants I’d worn yesterday and placed my dirty laundry in the hamper. That was followed by hanging up the windbreaker. I felt I should clean up after myself and lighten Marie’s workload at little bit if I could. She took such good care of me.

Soon enough, I had the laptop booting up on the little table as I placed our dishes in the kitchen sink. I was glad to see the computer seemed to be working normally after I’d clubbed that fucktard in the head with the bag. I was still tempted to call the county jail and bribe somebody to kick him in the face for me.

With no other excuses to procrastinate, I got started on finishing my Creative Writing assignment.

I copied and pasted what I’d already written into a new file — I couldn’t bring myself to just delete all the sex scenes — and went about making the story suggestive instead of explicit. Mildly ecchi, not full-blown hentai. I left in the pregnancies, I just didn’t describe how they started.

By the time I cut all the dirty parts, I was down to roughly 3,500 words. I’d started with nearly 10,000. Donnie Darkner had become one randy bastard after losing his V-card.

It looked like poor Donnie would have to endure another kidnapping. I decided the perpetrator this time would be the academy’s English teacher, Professor K. She was a frustrated spinster who looked more like a centerfold (and bore a remarkable resemblance to the honey-blonde social butterfly, like they could have been related or something).

Prof, who was known to run in the same circles as Queenie and Lady J, was heartbroken after being rejected by the love of her life. Her one ambition had been to bear the man’s child, but he’d married another before she could make her move. The bastard had compounded his treachery by having a vasectomy after fathering a couple of rugrats with his wife. Prof would never achieve her goal now, even if her love could be persuaded to stray.

Emotionally shattered, Prof went off the rails. She began targeting the one acceptable male in the vicinity — the Earl of Dunsmore was too much of a brute for Prof’s refined tastes — and Donnie soon found himself chained in a smokey dungeon, his shirt ripped open and his toned, chiseled chest oiled. Just before events could reach Prof’s desired conclusion, the commandos stormed her lair to rescue our hero.

The Supreme Commander herself led the operation and personally administered mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to Donnie, who may have suffered a little brain damage in the process. Prof, shrieking in rage at the unfairness of it all, was led away in the very chains which had bound her captive.

Queenie ... er, The Supreme Commander ... one of those stunning redheads ... couldn’t bring herself to order the ultimate punishment for her friend despite the level of betrayal. Donnie was not a plaything for other women! He hadn’t even been taught how to please a woman.

Yet.

Prof was incarcerated in a padded cell deep in the depths of the Royal Palace with a basketful of toys. It was rumored the largest expense of her maintenance in captivity was the cost of supplying batteries for the toys, which the deranged Prof affectionately referred to as “Bob.”

I plugged the scenario into the middle of the story, just before Donnie figured out future kidnappings had been instigated by the commandos themselves so they could continue rescuing him. I think it flowed pretty well from the previous part, when the leader of the rival faction attempted to have her way with Donnie.

It was while I was giving the whole thing one more read that my asshole finally unpuckered after learning I’d be playing quarterback last night. I had to shit and it felt like I had a massive one built up.

I made it to the toilet in time and grunted as I was struck by an explosive fart. Don’t let Grandpa hear this, but I think I’d consumed too much beef in the last few days — steak Wednesday night with Grandma, steak sandwiches for lunch on Thursday and Friday, more steak after the game. It felt like I was literally shitting a brick.

As I tried to squeeze out the beefy turd, I heard the screen door slam as someone entered the apartment.

“Are you in here, Daddy?” I heard Marie call out.

“Kinda busy right now,” I replied, flushing the toilet, hoping she’d get the hint.

I think I was dropping enough to fit back into my old clothes. I could hear my pet bustling around cleaning up after me. The sound of a faucet running in the kitchen led me to believe she was washing the breakfast dishes.