Chapter 3

Wednesday

Steve

I awoke to the 6:00 am alarm, and gave Susan her favorite wake-up call. I slid into her, and she just purred. As I picked up the pace, she arched her back, and met me stroke for stroke. When we came, she screamed. "You've got to learn not to scream your orgasms, honey", I told her. "The neighbors are apt to call the cops, telling them someone is getting murdered." She laughed and hit me playfully. "Come on; let's get a shower."

We took a quick shower, and picked out clothing that would be appropriate for the courtroom. Susan opted for just a blouse and shorts, but packed a dress and undies in an overnight bag. I did roughly the same thing, packing a dress shirt, tie, dress slacks, and undies into her bag. Then, we went downstairs for breakfast. Tim and Jane were already sitting there, and said, "With you two in the house, we sure as hell don't need an alarm clock." I laughed, and Susan turned beet-red.

We got to school, and asked for volunteers to undress us. Seniors Carrie Jamison and her boyfriend, Ken Haskett stepped forward. "We're probably going to get stuck in the Program soon, so we'd like to see what it's like", Ken said. With that, Ken made a production out of undressing Susan, slowly unbuttoning her blouse, and taking it off. He did the same thing with her shorts. With no undies, she was nude. He carried her to the "free fuck zone" wall, unzipped his fly, and pulled his hard dick out. "May I?" he asked, Susan looked at me, and I winked at her. "Sure", she told him, and he sank his 8-inch rod into her.

Carrie undressed me, and said, "Care to undress ME?" "Why not?" I said. I unbuttoned her blouse and removed it, dropped her skirt, unsnapped her bra, exposing small but very pert B cup breasts, and dropped her panties, Exposing a beautiful bare pussy. "Care to give me the same treatment?" she asked, indicating Ken and Susan. "I'd be honored", I told her, and carried her to the opposite wall and spread her legs. She was already wet, and I sank into her like a hand in a velvet glove. "Oh, shit, that feels nice", she said. As Ken was fucking Susan, I was stroking away in his girlfriend. "Damn", Carrie said. "With that extra length, you're hitting my cervix." I thought to ask if she was protected. "I've had the shot", she told me. Both girls orgasmed at the same time, and Ken and I unloaded into our respective mates. I kissed Carrie, and thanked her.

Ken finished undressing, saying they were going to "test the waters" today by going naked; of course, they had the option of calling a halt to it and getting dressed anytime they wanted. Mr. Robinson saw them, and chuckled.

Noon time came, and Susan and I dressed to head for the courthouse. We stopped in to see Mr. Robinson before we left. "Good luck, kids", he told us.

Susan

God, that courtroom was a frightening place to walk into; the D.A. saw us, and motioned us over. "Are you ready for this?" he asked. I said, "We're ready for it to be over and done with." The crowd, complete with news media, started filing in. Soon, we were seated in the gallery, when Dad was led in, in an orange jail jumpsuit, handcuffs, and leg irons. "Kind of fitting, isn't it?" I whispered to Steve. "Yeah, and I hope he stays that way for a long, long, time", he answered.

The judge came in, gaveling the courtroom to order. The bailiff announced the case, and we were off. Steve was the first witness called, and he outlined the abuse, torture, and forced sex between us that we had endured over the last five years. The defense attorney tried his best to discredit Steve's testimony, but Steve held his own against him. Then, it was my turn, a virtual duplicate of Steve's, with the exception of my having to discuss the two abortions.

After Steve and I were done testifying, the D.A. played the videotapes for the jury. This made several members of the jury uncomfortable, and one lady upchucked when the scene of my deflowering was played. The judge called a brief recess while the mess was cleaned up, and we resumed. The later tapes were played, and one scene dad had not edited out, clearly showed him coming into view, beating me for not having done the act properly. The whole trial took less than three hours, and the jury was excused to deliberate.