Chapter 177: Crazy Day

Go back to enjoying the fantasy you were having when I came in.

Chrissy’s mom was moaning away again as I headed out their door.

In my room I found both girls laying naked on my bed having very heated discussion with someone.

Given the amount of begging and pleading, they must be talking to their parents.

I had just finished washing Chrissy’s mom’s juices off my dick when one of the girls pushed her body up against mine and buried her head in my chest. She was saying something, but I didn’t have ears in my chest.

“God damned, hypocritical, ass fucking prick and shit-eating cunt,” the other girl said as she stomped into my bathroom. “Little-dick Joe can fuck me over the dinner table, while we are eating, but I can’t sleep over here because I might get a bad reputation. Can you believe they came up with some bullshit about me sleeping over here causing them problems at work? I know their boss, president, vice presidents, and the head of HR. They all come over to have sex, piss, and scat parties. They wouldn’t even listen to me when I said I would get a major popularity boost just for hanging out over here, even if it was just to because I saw your dick.”

“What are you whining about,” the girl asked after pulling her face out of my chest. “My asshole step-father called me a cunt-eating, cum-slut bitch just for asking. He and mom are having one of their wife-swapping parties at our house. Instead of just letting me sleep over, he said not to be home before ten. To top it off, I had to shower, smell like a little innocent flower girl, and be in bed by ten-thirty. Asshole said he expected to find me wearing a t-shirt and panties under my pajamas. I can’t believe he said that if I get pregnant, I’m out on my ass. Fucking hypocrite. Bastard has me dress up like a little girl and then comes in, pulled my panties and PJ bottoms down, pushes my legs to my tits rubs his smelly cock on my pussy until he is going to cum. He then pushed his dick against my cherry as he pumped cum inside me. As much as I want David to bend me over the counter and tear me open, I can’t. The son of a bitch promised mom that he wouldn’t pop it, but as soon as someone does my cunt is his to fuck me anytime he wants. Instead of mom telling him to get the fuck out, she told me I better stay a virgin because my step-father wasn’t making idle threats. He likes young, tight pussy.”

Now that is an asshole.

“You have any video of him doing that to you,” I asked.

She laughed a bit before saying, “I don’t, but he does. He orders SD cards by the box because he keeps filling them up on his phone. Mom won’t even believe me when I tell her about him doing things to me as he records video of it. Hell, she hates the swapping parties, but that is the only time she gets a good fuck or three. He only gives her a good fuck when I’m on the rag, providing she isn’t at the same time. He keeps telling me that I need just give him my pussy because I’m big enough to fuck him now. I never want that asshole to have a reason to put his nasty dick in me, so I can’t even get my one shot at a real dick tonight.”

She buried her face in my chest to start crying again. I managed to work her over to the chair beside my computer and let her cry herself out. When she seemed done for a bit, I asked for his cell phone number. I made it seem like anyone could do it, I opened a browser to search for his phone number. There were a bunch of bullshit pages, so I clicked on them and went as far as them asking for money before going to try another. Halfway down the page was one that had me enter his phone number to do a deep search on it. A few seconds it came back with a full page of disclaimers and check boxes covering everything under to sun to keep them from a lawsuit. Once I clicked the final box and hit accept, I got a message that I was leaving the site. It redirected me to the cloud storage provider he had setup to sync the videos and images on his phone. When I looked at the top of the page, it showed that I logged into that cloud account as him.

“Holy shit! He has it categorized. What a complete scumbag,” the girl said sounding completely surprised.

We scanned through the various folders and directories until we found a folder with this girl’s name on it. Based on the dates, he had been rubbing his dick on her pussy nearly every night since he moved in with them. The first big gap was the week where she got her first period. I saw her face turn red when a video played showing him fucking her ass as she tried to get herself off and when she came, she went limp. Her stepfather didn’t seem to mind at all. He used her ass until he was about to cum and then pushed it against her cherry, penetrating her a bit even, as he came up inside her. This was after she had gotten her first period.

When she saw how far he had penetrated her she said, “If it was bit bigger that fucker would have been able to get inside me and not even pop my cherry. I only let him fuck my ass because he promised not to try to fuck my pussy anymore or shoot his cum in there. All I had to do was rub myself until he came in my ass.”

As we reviewed the videos, we saw that he was a complete liar, as well as a sleazebag. He would push his dick, or various small vibrators, into her trying to stretch her cherry. When she complained he would say he wouldn’t push that hard anymore. The videos would hang his ass, except that he wasn’t as dumb as I first thought. She told me how he always made her say how she wanted it, for him to get her off, and all manner of shit he told her because he said it would make him finish faster. Since she was going to turn sixteen in a month, her chances of getting his ass would be nearly impossible.

“Can you go up a few directories please,” she asked. “Yeah. Those right there. I think that is the name of his other step daughters from before he married my mom.”

Sure enough, this girl wasn’t the only ones he had been molesting, except the girls in the videos looked closer to fourteen, based on the high school stuff in the bedrooms, than sixteen. One girl’s body looked even younger than that, but everyone develops at different times and speeds.

He must not have promised their mom not to pop their cherries. Those girls weren’t begging him to fuck them either. Not a one of them was even aroused as he raped them. About half the time they had tears running down their faces, which he made sure he recorded.

“I don’t even want to guess how old they were when he did that to them. He and mom got married two years ago. None of them had graduated high school when he moved in with us. They are all older than me, so it had to have been years ago.”

Think for a minute I asked, “Do you know their names? Does he still talk to them or their moms?”

All the girls and their moms were in his address book. We kept going through his cloud videos until we came to some that might had been petite, almost flat chested and waxed high school or college girls. It was hard to tell. The girl said it wasn’t her step dad’s dick in those videos, but she had seen the dick at their nasty parties.

It turned out that her step father also made her go around wearing only see-through panties at those parties. It was her job to ensure she always had warm washcloths and towels, as well as taking way the “soiled” drop cloths.

I’m glad I didn’t put my dick in her now. She has more wrong in her head than any kid should have in high school. Still, I will do what I have planned.

As went through various folders we found ones that had videos we stopped a few seconds into them. It was his dick in those girls. For some unknown reason he had gotten a tattoo on his dick. His mostly blended in with the skin tone of his dick, but once you knew where to look it was easy to spot. Since we had zoomed in on it, my video software started going through videos and pictures to search for it. We thought that would make it easier to find the videos with his dick in them. Instead we got much, much more. It found a lot of different men that had the same tattoo, but in different places. We checked a few top-level folders and decided to skip those entirely.

Ok, so he is as dumb as I thought. A tattoo on your dong when fucking raping high school girls is damn stupid.

“So, if he left suddenly, never to return, would that cause money problems for your family,” I asked

“Hmmph,” she replied with a very nasty look on her face. “If he left then my mom could get me a decent car for my sixteenth birthday and pay cash. A fully loaded SUV would only take her six months to pay off. Except for a few times I didn’t have someone stay over, he didn’t mess with me at night. All these videos were between when I got home from school and mom was due home from work. It is why I don’t stay home very much or have Joe sleep over so that asshole doesn’t try to come in looking for some pussy.”

Remembering what Paula had shown me, I went to a special website that would trigger an immediate lock on his files so he couldn’t delete them. It also triggered some sort of law enforcement flag that had them restore any files he ever had on this cloud drive and lock those as well. When it finished, I clicked another site that would go through every single picture and video. It would do a lot more than facial recognition. How I understood what Paula told me, this software tied into huge disk farms around the world where they had ever digital image of school children from lots of sources. A big part of the images came from school pictures, year books, kid Ident-a-kits, and similar sources. Then there were the huge image stores from hospitals, dentist offices, surveillance systems, and ATMs. But the best part of this monster amount of data was that it also had images from emails, selfies, Fakebook-like sites, and web chats, including those with video of their naked bodies.

“I think this part takes some time, so how about we have as much fun as we can until time to take you home,” I asked.

Almost immediately the girl with the asshole stepfather started crying again.

She must only think having my dick inside is all she can do for fun with me.

I got her to lay down on my bed. For the next half an hour I went down on her as I finger banged her with two fingers. She still had her hymen, but as I explored, I found that it had been torn in so many places that the parts of it she had left were more like mud flaps that moved in and out with my fingers. She finally reached her limit for having her pussy eaten. I knew from looking that she could take my dick easily and still look the same as she did in the video her stepfather made in sometime this week. When I moved my face away and gently spread her open a bit, like girls do all the time in video chats, she still looked like she still had her cherry. Only when I spread her open did I see the flaps pull back to let me see into her vagina. My dick was fully inside her before she even realized it.

“Damn that feels amazing David, but now that bastard can fuck me all he wants,” she said trying to sound mad, as I pumped my dick in and out.

Taking her phone, I took five seconds of video showing her pussy with my dick just parting her lips, like the ones he stepfather took. I went back to fucking her as she watched the video I made and the one her stepfather did. If anything, she looked even more like a virgin after I pulled my dick all the way out than she had in either video. Her legs spread wide and she begged me to give her a nice, long, hard fucking. The only caveat was that I couldn’t cum inside her. She was sure her stepfather would check her sometime before she could shower tonight.

When I got to the point of no return I would have pulled out, but we both knew she wanted to feel me cum inside her. She would have gotten a third load if she hadn’t started to get sore. It was good we stopped because my computer beeped. While I went to check, the two girls went into the bathroom to help the one girl wash her vagina out.

The other girl came back out from the bathroom and sat in the chair next to me.

“While you were having fun, I managed to beg and whine enough that my mom finally agreed that I had to be in my bed by two in the morning. That is when dad takes more of his medicine,” she explained. “Dad didn’t want to agree to the later bedtime, but he knows that mom wears the pants in the family, when she is wearing clothes. I did have to give a bit of a reason why. When you were having hair pie, I was streaming mom video of your large dick as I played with it. I did have to promise to tell her how I liked sex with a real dick instead of pencil-dick Joe. It is her day off. I still can’t sleep over. I was so mad about them not letting me sleep over here that I never thought about you sleeping over in my bed, if you want. You have a car and driver’s license, so no need for the parent shuttle service.”

“Lucky,” the other girl said as she fought with the bra clasps behind her back.

Do girls not talk about this stuff anymore since they spend so much time on devices now?

I rolled my eyes as I went over, took her bra off, turned it around backwards, did the hooks with it in front of her, turned it around, got her arms in the straps and let her pull it up into place.

“Good grief,” I said with a sigh. “Don’t girls talk about problems getting bras on?”

I had her lean forward to get the cups adjusted because her tits looked off. One big reason she had problems clipping it was because it was somewhere between a training bra and barely an A-cup, depending on the manufacturer. Her band size was four inches too small. The bra design had enough stretch made in it to let a girl grow around the chest without her needing a new bra.

Off with your bra!

I went to the bra drawer. I found a plain white one in a B-cup with a band size a bit big so that she was starting out on the inner row of hooks. By the time she needed to use the loosest row of hooks she would need a whole different style of bra. It looked almost identical to the design of the one she had, but this one had a nice feature, which I showed her by sucking her nipples hard before I got it in place.

“This bra is going to annoy the shit out of your stepfather. No matter how much he gropes you through your bra, he won’t be able to see if your nipples are hard. Unless he unclips it, he won’t be able to get a hand in from the top or lift it up over your breasts from below,” I told her as I went back to the computer. “I think it was designed in part by middle and high school girls because of boys and me being able to grope their bare breasts without taking their bra off first.”

Both girls laughed.

The message on the computer told me to get myself dressed. I was to be ready walk the girl, whose full name was Erin Elizabeth Porter, to the people that would be at my door by the time we got there. Almost to the exact second the doorbell rang. Mom poked her head out, to see who it was, as the two people were pulling out badges. She stayed just out of their line of sight in case.

“Good evening David,” the woman said in a very calming, almost make me feel safe, way. “May we come in please? We need to speak to the young lady for a few moments. Neither you nor she are in any trouble.”

I get an odd vibe off the man. Not a bad one, but something.

It turns out that the man was kind of a dick. He was pure business when he asked Erin if her full name was Erin Elizabeth Porter. When she told him it was, he started to ask for her cell phone number, home address, home phone number, birthdate, and her mom’s cell number. When he started to show her pictures from middle school year books, her high school photo ID, and the school pictures taken near the end of the school year, I was a bit suspicious. Erin and I both got a clue when he finally asked for her stepfather’s full name, cell phone number, and then if he was still a house husband.

The woman had been talking with mom for a bit already.

Mom came to Erin to say, “There are some things this lady needs to confirm with you, in private. She asked that I be in the room with you as well. Some of what she needs to confirm can be a bit embarrassing.”

The women all headed off toward the changing room.

“David, I know we haven’t met, but I’ve heard you are very discrete and it would be pointless to ask if you two have had intercourse. If I set up a poll online, I’m pretty sure you would be the only fifteen-year-old boy that keeps his trap shut about his private activities, be they with males or females. I know you are the only one with a driver’s license, car, and very liberal permissions regarding overnight houseguests. We were briefed that there was little, if anything at all, which we could do to have you divulge any information regarding your relationship with Erin,” he told me. “Just so you aren’t in the dark, Erin has some physical details that need to be verified as matching information we were provided.”

When my goggles pipped up with a message that the guy was cool, I asked, “You mean are there moles under the crack of her left butt cheek, an odd shaped hymen, or a small scar under her right breast? That sort of thing?”

Gotcha. You may be cool, but you can’t hide that I shocked you with that info.

“The micro bikini she wore by the pool earlier and the bra she was trying to squeeze into was the, barely, A-cup bra from when she was fourteen.” I explained. “It was cutting into her so badly and made her breasts look like she stuffed it with rotten pears, so I got her one that fit her correctly. One of the few things I got out of working at an underwear and bathing stores in that old outlet mall. I tried not to tell my parents something big and they found out from someone else. I had to work there as my punishment. I’m not gay and it may sound odd that I’m still not working there. When I wasn’t doing a private fitting, I worked in their large fitting rooms. There were plenty of naked girls and women of all ages. Of course, that means women of all sizes. After having to fit bras on hippos and old ladies, I got an eye for the right sizes of bras. Then there were the little girls I had to try to find bathing suits for that didn’t gap at the crotch or rip after a few uses.”

You need to give someone a hard time about not telling critical things about me that would be relevant to why I would be seeing and touching naked girls here. You suck at trying to hide it when you are shocked or surprised.

I was just as straight forward about my summer job as I said, “In the short time I worked at the two stores, I’m pretty sure I’ve seen more naked women than anyone except for a gynecologist. Or maybe even more than some gynecologists. By the time I quit, over my pay, I was good enough that ninety-five percent of the time I could see a girl or woman’s chest and go pick out the perfect fitting bra. The other five percent had odd shaped breasts that I got as close as any bra was going to do for them, even sports bras. Bathing suits were easier, because I could somehow see the shape of their bodies. I compared their body shape to that of other women and girls I had seen in the changing rooms. Frequently I would see arguing with their mom, or fighting themselves, over a bathing suit that wasn’t right for them. I can’t even count how many tweens and teens I stripped out of the suit they had picked and into one that fit better, before they even knew it had happened. I did start to worry that I needed to go see my doctor. The only time I ever got wood there was when the teenaged girls that work there cornered me and asked to see it. I was relieved to find later that it was only there that I had that problem when I was working.”

By the time I finished answering his questions and trying to get him to laugh by telling him about needing to go to a tent and awning company to get custom bras, Erin was coming back into the living room.

Erin seems like she still doesn’t have a clue what all is going on.

The woman saw that too, so in her soothing and calming voice she told Erin, “Miss Porter ... Sorry, Erin. I work for the state police sex crimes division. We received an extremely large quantity of images and videos from an unknown source. Each one had meta data with the names, addresses at the time it as created, and current addresses for every man, woman, and child in them. I’m really sorry to tell you that based on my examination of your genitals, we have positively verified that you are in some of those videos.”

Wait for it. I can see steam about to come out of her ears.

“I hope that bastard, and his tattooed dick friends, live long enough in prison to be the one getting fucked in the ass, instead of him raping mine. It was the only way he kept from taking my virginity since he moved in after marrying my mom,” she said without any of the anger I saw in her eyes. “I found videos he made during their sex parties where I was made to clean up after they shit and piss on each other. I’m the topless girls made to wear see-through panties, which was all that kept me from being raped by the people at the party.”

What? You didn’t know about that yet detective? I’m sure the list of who was in the videos and where they lived were with each one.

“Oh. Wait. I bet I know why you didn’t know I was in those. My mom kept her maiden name, so she is also Erin Elizabeth. I got my real father’s last name,” she explained. “Does this mean I can live with my real dad now? Mom had been doing these sex parties for years before she found out that a seventeen-year-old intern got my father drunk so she could screw him while someone shot video of it with their phone. The judge in the case was a complete cunt that bought my mom’s bullshit where mom said that since he had sex with a minor, it wouldn’t be long before he started to molest me. Mom even came up with some videos of the times where he made me super happy and I had jumped up into his arms. The same afternoon my mom kicked my father out, my stepfather had me held down as he started molesting me. He is so damn cocky he molested me right there in the courtroom while pretending to me comforting me. No matter how many times I told my mom, she doesn’t believe me. She went too far to tell me that if I stay a virgin the bastard wouldn’t screw me, at least in front. If I gave up my virginity to someone, then I was a slut and he fucked sluts. I think that was why he always had me say what he wrote on a big card or he would hurt me.”

She was in my arms grabbing me hard for a few minutes before she could talk again.

“My real father is the best father in the world,” she told the woman. “The only times he ever touched me between the legs was when he did it because he was my dad. Once was when I had a yeast infection and my mom didn’t want to deal with it. Well ... Uh ... There were three times where I got things pushed up inside me there and I couldn’t get them out myself. I didn’t want to have to go to the doctor, or worse, tell mom.”

It was the woman’s turn to step away. Her face was dark red in anger. While she was outside the man got more details on the girl’s real father. A few phone calls later had the woman come back in to show Erin some more videos. The man excused himself to go make some calls of his own that he couldn’t do in front of us.

I went up to my room to tell the girl there, who had said her name was Jessie, but turns out it was Sue. She had found the toy drawer. I let her know that Erin would be here a bit longer talking to some people asking about the videos we found on her stepfather’s cloud account. I said it would be a least another half an hour before confirming that Sue still wanted me to sleep over at her house.