Chapter 242

Interesting. Did the girl’s moms tell me to knock them up so they could screw that boy without risking having a kid with a ticking time bomb?

I had an early meeting with the last university before catching my flight home at one in the afternoon. At home, I found Molly waiting for me in my room, naked, with her legs spread. She didn’t need to tell me what she wanted. Her pussy was so full of my semen that it was oozing out around my dick whenever she came. We only stopped our fuck fest when mom came in, handed me April, and said since she was my baby, I was dealing with the nasty, sticky shit April just dumped into her diaper.

Did April giggle because I screwed Molly before even coming to kiss her?

Molly was an angel as she helped me get most of the vile shit off April’s back and legs, where she had caused herself to have a major blowout. Molly then washed me before washing herself. We took a happy, powdered, naked baby down to dinner.

“David, I never questioned that April was your daughter, but damn you two do have a physic link between you that few mothers, and fewer fathers, ever get with their children. If your brother or sister were naked like that, they would have already peed all over the place. April seems happy as can be to sit there naked, knowing that she had no control of her bowels or bladder yet. She is just waiting for you to sense when she is about to go.”

Just like right now, mom.

I felt April’s body was getting ready to have her poop again. I got her out of the highchair and over a toilet before more vile shit came out of her. I waited for the pee I knew was coming to dribble out before I got her cleaned up. She was freshly powdered in her high chair as I fed her baby food. I thought it was a bit early, but mom said the pediatrician told her April’s stomach was able to handle baby food now.

April wanted to sleep in bed with me tonight. She didn’t seem to mind that Molly wanted my dick buried inside her with me spooned up from behind. April was in Molly’s arms, and my arm was over hers. Other than April managing to turn around so she could use Molly’s nipple as a pacifier, the three of us didn’t move an inch all night. April showered with us again before Nelly knocked on the shower door holding a hooded baby towel.

With complete sincerity, Nelly said, “April is hungry and misses the twins. You two can do it in the shower now. I won’t even watch for more than a few minutes. I like seeing how special you make Molly feel that no one else can. That doesn’t mean I will ever want to have that big log of yours inside me.”

April had kept herself from being hungry and missing the twins due to our psychic link between us.

You are a sneaky little girl April, for a baby.

Molly decided that we had screwed more than enough to make her pussy hurt for days. She did it on purpose so she could concentrate on why the man-in-the-machine appears to have gone dark again. When she didn’t have something strong enough to distract her mind, she couldn’t stop running all possibilities in her head. That had caused her to dismiss a lot of seemingly irrelevant things. With her vagina raw, while feeling like I had fucked her with a baseball bat, she was now able to go back over everything forensically, versus analytically. Surprisingly to Molly, it took less time than she had expected to get her vagina rubbed raw and sore.

“Annie and Crystal need you to make love to them too. Annie needs you the most. Go there first.” Molly said before seeing if she was able to deepthroat me.

Nelly walked in right then, and I saw her eyes go wide, and fingers slip under the waistband of her panties. She felt my eyes on her and blushed at being caught touching herself. That didn’t stop her. Nelly looked like she was almost there when she made the mistake of getting up on the bed to get a good look at Molly, sucking my dick. Molly seemed to know when Nelly was about to get her cookies. I saw the color of energy in her brain building that would trigger her orgasm. Molly pushed her off the bed as the signal started to move from where it had built, ready to jump to the next neuron to that would get where it needed to get her off. Nelly landed hard on her butt.

Orgasm Interruptus.

Molly somehow managed to get my phone, wrote a text to Annie asking if she wanted me to come over, and gave it to me right as the text from Annie came back. It was an MMS message since Annie took a picture of wet pussy with a note that I had better be there as soon as I could. We could talk, cuddle, and visit after I fucked the horny out of her.

Nelly wasn’t close enough to Molly to be stopped from getting off this time, but Molly had something else in mind. I was close to shooting my load, so Molly sped up until I was ready to first blast across her tonsils. With Nelly next to my bed, but just out of Molly’s reach paddling her pink canoe upstream in rapids, when the first shot of sperm was flying out of my dick. Molly’s aim was on target. She got the biggest two blasts to go right into Nelly’s open mouth at the perfect angle to cause Nelly to start coughing as my semen went down the wrong way.

Double Orgasm Interruptus.

Molly swallowed the rest of my load.

“Ewwwww! Gross! His stuff from his wiener got in my mouth. Barf! I’m going to be sick,” Nelly said, running out of my room into the guest bathroom.

My phone was dinging with a message from Molly, flicking over her watch.

Her message said, “I didn’t invite her to observe. Validation of her reversion from parasitic controlled behaviors to expected inexperience has given increased semi-public masturbation. Semen provided orally triggered the expected regurgitation response. Prior knowledge would have caused your refusal to participate. Her stomach discomfort, from her brain’s response to the ingestion of semen, will be used to remind her that it is rude to observe consensual sexual activities when uninvited. Be aware that it may require an additional unexpected oral deposition of your semen if the behavior is not corrected.”

“Or you could take the paddle off the wall in the den to spank her bare butt until she is no longer willing to risk a spanking by watching sex, or masturbation, uninvited,” I told her verbally.

She started to get me hard again as she said, “Spanking had always been an ineffective method to cause the modification of my bad behavior as a child, so I discarded it as being effective on my sibling. You must prevent yourself from doing so when we are in a place where we can easily fornicate. The raw sexual need caused by your providing such insights has overridden my discomfort.”

Damn! Override her discomfort, my ass. She is going to be walking side to side from how insatiable my single comment made her.

Annie texting back, showing a small, skinny vibrator in her pussy, and a message saying she was starting without me, finally snapped Molly out of her unstoppable need to fuck until I physically couldn’t get hard anymore. I saw one her of huge grins as she hissed in pain as my nine hard inches were slowly pulling out of her now cold and dry vagina.

I grabbed some clothes as I sent mom a text that I was heading to see Annie today. I was going to visit Crystal next, but that it may be a day or two before Annie let me leave the house. She told me to hug the girls from her and then reminded me that I had to be sure I went to spend time with Trudy before I ran out of town for weeks at a time. Trudy had been missing me even more than Annie and Crystal.

At Annie’s house, her mom told me to take care of Annie’s physical needs until Annie couldn’t stay awake any longer. I didn’t expect her to fall asleep after only her fifth orgasm. As soon as her vagina stopped squeezing my dick, she yawned, closed her eyes, and was out like a light. We hadn’t even had sex for ten minutes.

Knowing that her mom liked it when I stayed naked, after washing up first, I went to find her without putting on a thing. My dick refused to go soft, so I just ignored being hard I went into the kitchen, turned my back to the counter, and leaned back so that I could talk to her mom, face to face, instead of from across the room.

“You have been blessed in so many ways, David. I’m happy for you that you are way above average on length with a normal circumference,” she told me, checked it, and then watched it go limp. “Annie and Crystal don’t even care about the size of your penis David. They have both told me that just having you inside them even a tiny bit brings them the most unbelievable orgasms they’ve ever had, even with each other. Annie would love to wake up from her nap with your penis in her vagina, with you spooned up behind her with you holding her in your arms. That is what she tells me she dreams about when she isn’t having nightmares. Go on now before I drop my panties to have some of your beautiful long cock inside me.”

I didn’t think I was even tired only to wake up with Annie rubbing her hands over my arms as she called my name to get me to wake up.

She had me get on her hands and knees for me to do her from behind without pulling out first. We had sex slowly as I reached under her to play with her big breasts. We came together a few minutes later.

“I have to be at the Dojo in thirty minutes. I still have one of your extra Gi’s with a cup in my closet. I could use your help working on rebuilding my muscle memory and trying to be able to do them at more than slow-motion,” Annie told me.

She knew that I was going to the Dojo with her without her needing to ask, but it was nice to hear her tell me that she wanted me there. I knew my being there was for everyone to see me there helping her because there would be no question that I was the only male she would ever allow to have the close contact with her that my helping her would require.

Annie asked about what happened to the Honda and why I had a beat-up Camry when she knows I could have any car I wanted if I just told one of six girls in town.

“The people in this town have already done way too much for my family and me. I still don’t think I did anything to cause such a response. I’d feel like I was abusing their goodwill to have them give me a car, not when I have the Lotus in the garage. I’m fine with the Camry, and no one is going to want to even park near me for fear I will hit their car somehow,” I told as we pulled up to the Dojo.

Sensei came over to where I was helping Annie try to stretch a bit more than she had been able to do lately. I remembered that I had his sword in my car. Once Annie was doing some basic calisthenics, I asked him if he would wait for me in his office while I got him something from my car.

“When I was traveling, I visited Toledo. I lucked into finding a man whose first love was the daughter of a master swordsmith. She and her granddaughter agreed to help me make some authentic Toledo swords using the process handed down through the family. Andy and Alex, both female master swordsmiths, saw that I seemed to absorb what they were teaching me, they quickly guided me through making the swords which now carry Andy’s maker’s mark and my own,” I explained. “Alex had been trying to make authentic Japanese folded swords from the Kera she made herself following the methods using in Japan to make it for centuries. She continued to refine her process and purify the metals she used until she had made Kera she felt was perfect. I then went to Japan with some swords I had folded using part of the previous batch of Kera. As in Toledo, the master swordsmith took me into his home while I was training at his forge. Under his guidance, I used Alex’s Kera, which he found purer and superior to that which he had purchased in the last twenty years, to make many swords for me to give to those who I felt were worthy. I worked the metal and etched the designs. His artisans did the decorating and polishing. Every sword I created, under his guidance, carries his signature as the master swordsmith and mine as his apprentice. It also carries the maker’s mark created by the master swordsmiths in Toledo. Your name is on the opposite side of the tang from his signature. Let me caution you right from the start that it is an authentic katana. It is as sharp as any sword the master swordsmith has ever produced. If wielded properly, it will cut through armor and bone. Until he had me test each one using an armored cow bone, I wouldn’t have believed that a head could be decapitated with a sword as was displayed in the Highlander movies.”

Since the second level class had started working on second level moves, I excused myself to help Annie. With her breasts bound under her t-shirt, she was ready for me to help her. The class stopped and stared at how our two bodies looked like one as she prepared for the next move. They were only doing punches tonight, so I was able to work her through repeating each that the class was doing as the instructors went around correcting the student’s form. As her brain remembered how the move felt when done correctly, I kept guiding her style. By the end of class, she was soaked in sweat and nearly limp. Her mom told me to expect this, so I brought a full change of clothes for us both, plus some all over shampoo plus body wash.

I caused a bit of a stir in the women’s locker room when I walked in, guiding a nearly zombified Annie. The class she had been in was for girls between eight and seventeen. Today it was made up of girls from eleven to fourteen, except for Annie. All but two of the girls were naked when I came in, and those two were about to pull down their panties so they could go shower. I ignored the two as they stood there in their panties watching me as I first got undressed quickly, folded my Gi, put it my bag, and then took out the shower stuff. I saw them whispering as they looked at my dick. One hadn’t even realized she had taken her panties off and had a foot on the bench as she watched me undress Annie. When my eyes met hers, I looked down at where the way she as standing had caused her lightly furry cave to allow the light to show the dark interior. She looked down to see what I did, but when she looked back at me, I just smiled as I worked to unbind Annie’s breasts.

As Annie started walking on her own toward the shower, I stepped over to the girl still in her panties. With her no longer able to stare at my dick, she seemed to snap out of her trance. I quickly set the shower stuff on the floor behind her, jerked her panties to be on the floor around her feet got my arm around her stomach, got her turned to have her back against my side, lifted herm handed her shower basket to the other girl, picked up my shower stuff, and carried her into the shower.

“You smell worse than Annie, and she reeks,” I told the girl who was trying to decide if she liked having her cute naked butt against my hip or was going to fight me to get free.

Annie took the all-in-one soap to he shower head one down from where I was still holding the girl up solved that for me. I got the showerhead turned on, put the girl down so her hair got wet, and then turned to find the other girl, who had been dressed in only her underwear when I came in, handing me a bottle of shampoo. I didn’t even ask as I moved the girl around so that she was facing the water as I washed her hair. Again, I found the shampoo taken from me and replaced with a squirt of body wash in my hand, but no washcloth.

The girl hadn’t tried to fight me, and no one else in the shower looked worried that I might try to molest or rape any of them, so I worked up a lather in my hands and started washing the girl’s arms, back, butt and legs. After I had finished her second leg, I used one hand to part her butt cheeks to wash her asshole. She didn’t even flinch when I put the tiniest amount of pressure on there to make sure it was clean.

I was given another dollop of soap in my hands when I turned the girl to face me. She automatically leaned her head back to rinse out her hair, so I first gently washed her face thoroughly. When I moved my soapy hands to her neck, she leaned back further to rinse her face off as I did her pits. The only time I got any noticeable reaction was seeing her trying to relax when my hands approached her breasts. I washed them like everywhere else. I did pubes down to where they disappeared between her legs. She took a second to get why I had an arm around her on one side and was trying to figure out why I was tapping above my knee. I did see her blush when she spread her legs a bit before putting her foot up on my knees. I used my still soapy hand to wash over her vulva thoroughly before running my fingers through her split until I no longer felt anything slimy. When I turned her toward the water, she pulled me over to put her foot on my leg at my knee, lean back, and put my hand between her legs. I gently pushed on the sides of her vulva as I let two fingers make sure there was no soap inside her lips.

“Can you get her pits and legs please,” a woman said from outside of the shower. “She is getting a bit hairy again. I don’t have the time in the next two weeks to get her to the salon to get waxed.”

Someone handed me a small bottle of shaving cream and then a new five-blade razor with soap around it.