Chapter 16

Several weeks had passed since Dale's last visit to Spirit Mount. He trusted that Vyagar and Fang were still capably moving forward concerning their plans for R.U.M.M. as well as further preparing Jessica and Cynthia for their new roles in life. He was also moving forward with many of his own plans: expanding the size of his house, adding several new buildings and amenities to his property, looking for a qualified tutor to home school Lizzy for the upcoming year, and getting ready for his Mexico Trip.

Dale's desire to utilize more of the Hyranthi technology away from the spaceship and as a part of his regular activities was growing more each day. It surfaced in both large and small issues. A small issue for instance: as comfortable as the bed in the master bedroom was, it was still far too small for what Dale had in mind and though it may compare well to the best earth has to offer, it didn't rate at all compared to what Vyagar had prepared for him. A larger problem would be how to keep these evidences of "alien" technology from drawing attention and gaining him an unwanted notoriety or unhealthy level of interest for various government intelligence agencies.

Another big issue was what to tell those who were becoming close to Dale, and a part of his daily life, about the technology he would be using as well as the capabilities he had that set him apart from everyone else around him. The challenges in this area were many since Dale wanted them to accept him and the things he was able to do without feeling threatened by them; however, he also wanted them to guard his privacy and be careful of themselves at the same time.

When the women who had come to his bed the night before had finally been sated enough to let their Stallion fall asleep, Dale's dreams were filled with concerns for the safety of his new family and disquieting snippets of dreams that seemed to fade from memory as soon as they had passed. While he had no full-blown nightmare, the results of his attempts at nighttime rest were quite rough and unsatisfactory. Five loving women had come to his bed for the night, but Dale's tossing and turning had driven three of the five back to their own rooms. Finally sleep came to Dale and he drifted far down into a very deep sleep.

Hours later he was awakened rather abruptly by the sensual feeling of a warm and moist mouth taking his semi-hardened cock into its inviting depths. As his mind quickly rose to wakefulness, Dale's eyes snapped opened to the beautiful sight of a freshly bathed pussy settling down towards his mouth. Content to enjoy such a pleasurable waking experience, Dale simply opened his mouth and began to gently lick and probe the delicate orifice so gloriously offered. His view was so completely filled with pretty pussy and thighs that Dale was unable to see the face of the lovely who was sharing herself with him. "What a pleasant puzzle!" Dale thought. Instead of getting overly concerned about whom he was sharing with, Dale began to focus on bringing her pleasure as she was so expertly doing for him.

Several minutes later, his female seductress plunged her mouth down in a long smooth stroke that pushed his prick deep into her throat. Then she began to hum. "Ahhh!" Dale thought. "Perhaps I shall learn which lovely woman gave me that superb blowjob during my shower the other day."

He didn't have to wait very much longer as her talented mouth and throat brought him to the edge just as her orgasm hit. Dale felt her throat muscles contract around his cock as she swallowed the flood of cum spewing from it. Just then each of his hands was pulled towards the warm moist cunts of two women, one on each side. They straddled his arms as he diddled their clits. The pussy that had been riding on his face in the delightful sixty-nine variation of a wake-up call, scooted towards his feet as his cock was released; but he was unable to get even a glimpse of the talented oral artist! At some point Brittany had come into the room and had chosen that moment to climb up onto the bed where she sat down lightly on Dale's chest with her bountiful tits tantalizingly dangling before his eyes. She scooted her wide-open pussy towards his waiting mouth and was not disappointed when Dale put his tongue to good use.

While everything that they were doing was certainly enjoyable to Dale and the women participating, many of the women's movements had secondary purposes as well. For instance the two women sitting on his hands and arms effectively immobilized Dale, and together with Brittany, blocked Dale's view. So, while he was pleasantly occupied, Lizzy slipped off of the end of the bed and snuck out of the room. She and her fellow conspirators knew that Dale would be able to figure out who didn't suck his dick this morning; but he probably couldn't know for sure who did.

The little minx wasn't new at cock sucking, not by a long shot. She had her first period when she was ten and blossomed into early womanhood well before most girls. Although she was a sweet girl who loved her parents, Lizzy's hormones were in full gear and she wanted to learn what life was all about. Her mother kept a close eye on her only child as her daughter's body turned from girl to woman seemingly overnight. Jan Bailey was worried that someday some man was going to mistake her sweet twelve-year-old Lizzy for someone much older.

Jan remembered the brute that took her cherry when she was fourteen. She was incredibly fortunate she hadn't gotten pregnant out of the whole disappointing and unsatisfying adventure. For the rest of her life, every time she thought of just how naive and careless she had been, she would mumble to herself "Yup, I was young, dumb, and full of cum." She wanted Lizzy to be able to enjoy the pleasures of life, including great sex, but hoped that the young beauty would not get trapped into early motherhood or married to some scumbag who wouldn't treat her right.

Then one day, in between her normal periods, Jan saw the blood in the toilet before she flushed. She hadn't felt very energetic for months, and now there was blood. Scared and wishing that Warren wasn't off on another run with his truck, Jan made her way alone to the doctor's office while Lizzy was in school. Two weeks after her unwelcome discovery she was in the critical care unit and weakening fast. She was diagnosed with cervical cancer that had been caught far too late and was advanced beyond the powers of medical science to heal.

It all happened so fast after that, so much so that Warren and Lizzy hardly knew what hit them. Warren stopped driving his truck so that he could be at Jan's side. One day, when it was just their family in the room and Lizzy had fallen asleep, Warren and Jan found themselves talking about their precious daughter and their hopes and dreams for her future. Something struck Jan then as she saw the tenderness that her husband had for her daughter, his love and concern for her well being, she knew then that Lizzy needed to find someone like her dad. The moment passed by unnoticed by Warren.

Warren was very concerned with how he would help Lizzy get along with the day to day events like school and such with him being a truck driver and out on the road a lot. When he voiced these concerns to Jan, she thought for a while and then suggested that he home school Lizzy and take her with him in the truck. That way she could still receive an education and keep learning without having to be away from her father for long periods of time.

One day when Warren was out of the room and likely would be gone for several hours, Jan and Lizzy had a woman-to-woman talk. It was a new experience for Lizzy to receive such a talk and a new one for Jan to be giving it; but even if things were a bit awkward, knowing that their time together in this world was short Jan and Lizzy got past the awkwardness and shared their concerns, fears, and dreams together. They grew closer that day than they had ever been before. Jan made Lizzy promise to take care of her father in any way that she could. They both loved the man and knew that he would be terribly devastated when Jan died.

During another emotional conversation, when it was just she and Warren, Jan made him promise to look out for their daughter's sexual well-being. He hadn't been comfortable with the direction of the conversation and asked Jan to clarify just "what the hell" she meant. Jan told Warren about her first sexual experience and the trauma that the uncaring lout had brought upon her. She was quite graphic in her descriptions of her physical and emotional injuries and her big trucker husband cried as he imagined her pain. Jan's voice burned with emotion when she said, "I don't want that for Lizzy! Our baby is special! She deserves someone who will be tender and gentle, someone who will actually care about her. I would rest easier Warren if I could count on that someone being you, or if that is too much to ask, then at least someone you know cares a great deal about her. Promise me Warren! Promise!"

And so it had come about that the love of a dying mother and wife had sought out the best solution to the problems she saw coming to her daughter and husband. It might not be for everyone, but Jan felt that sex without affection wasn't what her special ones deserved; this way they would have both.

Lizzy, only knowing what her mother had shared with her, determined to do her best to comfort her daddy after her momma died; Warren did his best to comfort Lizzy. The incest had never been planned and Warren was careful to see that it never progressed beyond oral sex; but each of the occasions were filled with mutual affection and brought pleasure to both. So Lizzy, while she had been somewhat sexually active with her father, had been protected from any seriously foolish or risky encounters by his love and caution.

After Jan died, the bills that had mounted during Warren's break from trucking demanded his attention. It took him a few days to work things out; but one of the neighbors had hinted at buying Warren's place quite a few times in the past for the land it was on. Warren started there and was pleasantly surprised with the younger man offered him prime dollar for the land if he could obtain it without delay. Warren accepted his generous offer and with Lizzy's help got their things out of the house and into storage in short order. Warren had used the cash to payoff the bills. Warren hadn't owed anything on the house and land, so after his creditors were appeased there was still quite a bit of money left over. It took most of the remaining money to pay off his truck early and he put the rest into his bank account for gas and emergencies.

He had kept afloat financially and put as much as he could back into the bank each week for the next two years, hoping that by the time Lizzy reached college he'd have enough set aside to let her go to a good school. Then the fateful day had come. He and Lizzy got around before daybreak, ate in the diner at overnight truck stop, and were on the road just as the sun was beginning to make a decent showing. A few hours later, while Lizzy was trying to catch some shuteye in the sleeper, Warren rounded a bend on the highway and was startled to see a large buck standing in the road. Though he'd had years of experience handling the big rigs, he still over reacted a bit and knew it while it was still happening. Moments later he found himself in great pain with his truck on its side.

Warren didn't know how much time had passed; the waves of pain kept trying to pull him under. Several times he had tried to call out to Lizzy; but she didn't answer. Then he'd heard a voice calling out to see if anyone was alive. The sounds of someone climbing up onto the overturned cab were followed by the exposed door being opened. In just the moment or two of silence, while his would be rescuer seemed to be taking stock of the situation, Warren's mind leaped forward in an almost gestalt like jump. Suddenly he knew he was dying; but more than that, he knew that his man could be trusted with Lizzy. There wasn't time for logic or reasoning; but even if there had been somehow Warren knew he would still come to the same conclusion.

The man seemed to be frozen with indecision trying to determine whether or not he should try to help Warren or take a look into the sleeper. "Please Sir! Get her out of here! I can't move; but I smell diesel!" His rescuer was suddenly galvanized into action and quickly reached into the sleeper and pulled his daughter out. The powerful man paused long enough to tell him he was taking Lizzy someway safe and would be right back for him. With every ounce of strength left to him, Warren forced his damage chest to pump enough more air to push the ever important words out: "Thank you. Take care of Lizzy mister; she means everything to me. Now go!"