Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 09

"You bastard, you did this to me on purpose. Take my blouse off, I can't use my hands."

Fred removed his mouth from her breast, and looked at her innocently. "Really, you can't use your hands? Gee, how terrible that must be."

"Don't do this to me, Fred. I have to use my hands. I will go crazy if I can't use my hands."

Placing little kisses around her mouth and jaw, he asked "Did you say crazy? Is that a good thing, or a bad thing? I think I will find out, before I release you from your current predicament."

"How did Danni put it, Fred, 'you cock sucking son of a whore.' I will get you for this."

Fred lowered his mouth to her nipple, and nipped it at its tip. Sharon moaned again, as he slid up her body to kiss her lips, again. "I was hoping you would say that Sharon, but before that happens, I am going to take you on a trip around the world, first, without you leaving this bed."

"You talk a good game, Fred. I am still half-dressed, and you are still completely dressed, when does the fun begin?"

He moved his fingers along her right flank, just below the rib cage and started tickling her. She reacted uncontrollably. Her body arched off the bed, and she started laughing, and yelling, "Stop, please, I am ticklish."

Fred stopped tormenting her and said, "Your ticklish, really, I never would have guessed it."

"I am going to kill those girls. Nothing is sacred to them."

"They didn't tell me; your body did as I was undoing your blouse. I told you I was a trained observer. It only took a simple touch and I saw your reaction. Would you like me to show you the other areas, you are ticklish in?"

"No Fred, please don't tickle me."

"As I said to the girls, the time for talking is over. Now, I want to make love with most of you."

"What do you mean 'most of me?'?"

"I am not going to release your arms. I am going to allow you to go crazy. I'm going to allow you to be loved, and allow your body to feel free to react in its own way."

"But..."

"No, I will get to your butt later."

"I am not talking to you anymore, Fred."

"Thank you Sharon, because that beautiful mouth of yours is very distracting." He attacked her lips; and her breasts with his hands.

She wanted desperately to hold him, but her arms were pinned to the sides of her body. She was not strong enough to rip the material and free herself from it. She wondered how many times he had done this to other women, because it was very effective.

He kissed down the center of her body, and licked every inch of skin along the way. As his mouth reached her belly button, his hands made short work of her pants, panties, and shoes. She had gone from half- dressed to naked in a matter of seconds. He continued his southbound trek, across her hairless mound and played at her pubic promontory. She was furious with him, when he stopped there. She was leaking all over herself, and the bed. She was waiting for his tongue to enter her, lap up her fluids and bring her to her first orgasm which was one lick of her clit away. She wanted to grab his ears, and move him where she needed him, so she could explode. However, the bastard had her arms trapped. She began moving her hips spastically, and moving her body up, in an attempt to bounce his head up and move his mouth lower. His mouth, never left her belly, or crossed the border to the area she needed him so desperately.

When she was unable to take any more of this torment, she cried out, "Please!"

The word had not finished reverberating in her ears, when his teeth nipped her clit and her orgasm slammed into her. He sucked the nub completely out of its cave and into his mouth. She cried out, "Thank you," as second orgasm crushed her ovaries. They grew exponentially in size, ferocity, and closeness, as the moments ticked by. Her third orgasm was larger and lasted longer than the previous two and her hips were off the bed, searching for something she did not know existed. The fourth had her screaming as if she had been struck with a knife. Her hips were flailing in all directions and getting nowhere, as she screamed obscenities at her husband. Sharon's fifth and final orgasm had Fred up on his feet, trying to keep his hold on her. The only part of Sharon's body remaining on the bed was the back of her head. Her legs were above Fred's shoulders; her pussy was sealed against his mouth, and her velvet tunnel had been invaded by the length of his tongue. When the spasms had ceased, and the orgasm had released her from its mind-bending grip, Sharon was fast asleep.

Fred had never brought a woman to a multiple orgasm before. As he looked down at Sharon, he was very happy that it had happened with her. He turned on the television, put on a music station, and lie down beside her. He did not fall asleep, he just looked at her until her eyes opened up and looked straight at his.

"Is it always like that?"

"It was a first for me, and I am thrilled it happened with you. I know for sure that you do not like your husband. However, your low opinion of yourself is misplaced."

"What are you talking about, Fred?"

"While you were in the midst of your orgasms, you said things about your husband you would never say to anyone, while you were fully in control of your senses. However, you blame yourself for the position you are in, and in your heart you know it's not true. I do not know anything about your parents, but anyone who would disown a fifteen-year-old child and force her into an unloved marriage is not worth a pound of shit, in my book. I don't care if you are running around in a pair of hot pants and a bandeau top; no man has a right to touch you without your permission. If your parents allowed you out of the house with those clothes on, they are as responsible for what happened to you as you were. If you were dressed in a potato sack from head to toe and you were raped, and they still blamed you, they still had no right to disown you and force you into an unloved marriage at the age of sixteen. You did nothing wrong. You had sex against your will. You were raped at the age of fifteen. You told your parents, you were raped and they didn't believe you. They disowned you, so you were raped, again. It is amazing that you survived. Your children's love for you tells everyone what a wonderful person and mother you are."

"Fred, please don't get angry with me, but I have to ask you this question. Do you do this to all the women you try to impress?"

Fred climbed out of the bed, went into the kitchen, got himself a glass of water, and sat down at the bar. "She thinks I'm playing her. I guess if I was in her position I might think so too. I will do the things for the girls I wanted to do, and I will leave it at that. I will keep in touch with them, as I promised, and make sure they have everything they will ever need."

He felt a hand on his shoulder, and without turning around, he asked, "What can I do for you, Sharon?"

"I want to apologize for what I said. You have been very kind to my daughters and me, and my question was uncalled for and insulting. No man has ever been nice to me before; or he has never had a chance to be nice to me, because I was already married. I don't know how to act around a person like you; a person who wants to give me something, without taking more from me, than he is giving."

"Is your husband still living at home, with you?"

"Yes.

"No, he's not, not anymore. Stay here, I will be right back."

Fred went to his suitcase, pulled out his throwaway phone, and called the number.

"Yes."

"The Williams man has been beating the wife and children. He is not to return to the house, ever again. Ask my parents if they can have someone explain that to him very personally. Someone should pick up his effects next weekend."

"Done."

"Thank you."

He returned to the bar area and sat down next to Sharon. "Your husband will never set foot in your house again. Someone will pick up his effects next weekend. Do not go through a lot of trouble for him, just the basics: clothes, shaving gear, and shoes. He will not have time for anything else for the rest of his life."

"You did that with one phone call?"

"Yes, I told you before, I am very important to them, and they are very good to me. As long as I keep my part of that arrangement going strong, everything will be fine."

"Am I allowed to ask what you do?"

"If you ever mention a word to anyone, even the girls, I am a dead man, or I am in jail."

"I understand, I will never say a word to anyone, ever."

"My real name is Fred Hastings. I work for the Attorney General of the United States."

"Holy shit, no wonder these guys treat you very well."

"Have I made a mistake in telling you this Sharon?"

"No, but I think we should get married as soon as I get a divorce. I will not be able to testify against you because of marital confidentiality."

"No, I will not do that to you. You were forced into one marriage; I will not allow you to be forced into another one."

"Who said I was going to be forced, Fred?"

"I could have you divorced next week, Sharon."

"Would you have to make another phone call to your friends?"

"No, I would send you on a trip to Reno, Nevada."

"I forgot about Nevada's quickie divorce rule."

"Please don't jump into this. Think about it. Talk to the girls about it. Wait to see if any of the girls are pregnant. All of these things are important, Sharon, and we have not made love yet."

"Fred, I think you should ordered dinner."

"It is only 2:30 PM."

"Yes, I know. You are going to be very busy for the next 3 ½ hours, proving to both of us you want to marry me."

"What would you like for dinner?

"You order dinner, Fred. I'm going to bed to warm-up desert."

Fred looked at her as she wiggled her behind walking into the bedroom. He dropped the menu twice before he was able to contain the shaking of his hands. He began thinking of individual orders, and he said to hell with it, and ordered a party dinner for fourteen people that included steak, veal, roast beef, lobster, cracked crab, oysters, and prawns, along with all the side dishes, desserts and beverages they would need. He told them serving time would be 6:15 PM, and it would be casual.

He called the front desk, and told them he would be staying one more night. He wanted no calls, except for the Williams children this evening, and they would be going for a ride in their Mercedes later tonight. When he finished making these arrangements, he went into the bedroom and found Sharon heating up dessert, with her fingers.

He said to her, "I think dessert is done; it is time for a taste test."

Sharon turned towards him, brought her knees up to her chest, and spread them wide. Fred slipped his tongue between her swollen lips and heard Sharon take a deep breath. He lapped at her clit, teasing the little nodule out from under its hood, and slipped two fingers into her cunt to play with her G spot. He slid his body further up alongside her, until they were nearly inverted. He grabbed her legs and then turned completely in half. He removed his fingers, and replace them with his thumb, and began fucking her with it.

Sharon was approaching another organism, when she felt him biting the side of her leg and moving up towards the crook of her knee; the most ticklish spot on her body. His thumb was moving faster, his mouth was approaching that spot, and she was getting ready to cum. She was going to panic very soon.

His thumb moved to her clit, and worried it mercilessly and her hips left the bed. Her eyes never left his lips, but just as he neared the junction of her knee. He skipped over it, and began kissing her calf. With a sigh of relief, her head flew back, and she felt her orgasm begin to rise in her belly. His mouth left her leg, and moved to capture her clit between his lips. He moved his thumb back into her weeping hole, and fucked her with a circular grinding motion.

Sharon's hips were in sync, her eyes were glazed, and as she passed over the threshold again she screamed the name "Fred!"

Fred was thrilled that she called out for him, but wondered how she would feel when she realized she had two of his fingers inside her asshole.

"Fred, you do know how to make a girl feel special."

"Thank you, Sharon, it is my pleasure to give you pleasure. How do my fingers feel?"

"My breasts are always sensitive and when your fingers touch my nipples, it is like fireworks going off in my head."

"I am not talking about those fingers, Sharon. I'm referring to the two fingers that I have in your ass."

He felt the muscles around her anus grip his fingers, relax, and then grip him again. She said, "Fred, you are pervert. Nothing is supposed to go up there, the Bible says so."

"I will bet you $1 million against your ten dollars, that it does not say that Sharon. I will even run down, and buy the Bible and show it to you after you make the bet. However, as part of the bet I get to fuck you there tonight also, after I prove you are wrong."

"Our priest always say that it is immoral to do those things."

"They say it, until ministers, like Jimmy Swaggart, or priests gets caught with his dick up some young girls or boy's ass, on film. Then they will make excuses for this behavior, and refer to some obscure passage in the Bible as they reinstate him so he can make more money from his television audience. Now, are you going to take that bet, and win $1 million? Or are you going to lose ten dollars and let me fuck you up your ass."

"I didn't bring any money with me."

"I will lend you the ten dollars, without any interest."

"You are too sure of yourself, Fred. If you want a piece of my ass, you are going to have to wait, until after we get married."

"I don't know why you have such a problem with it. Cindy and the girls took it very well."

"You fucked my babies in the ass?"

"Listen to that foul mouth of yours now. I think I like it."

"You are having a deleterious effect on me, Fred."

"You have been helping Danni study for English exams."

"How did you have any time to make love to my children? You seem to know as much about them as I do."

"I told you, Sharon, I am a trained observer. I see something or hear something once, and I have it memorized. I can repeat it back verbatim. It is what makes me very valuable to my owners."

"Are you sure they are going to let you go, when you are fifty?"

"All I can do is take their word, and hope they keep it. I have no choice in the matter. I didn't at the beginning; and I don't now?"

"Fred, if you take your fingers out of my ass, I will blow you up and get you ready again."

"What would you do if I didn't tell you when I was ready?"

"Well, after I bit it, and scolded it for spitting at me, I would have to blow it up again."

"I think I would like that, except for the biting part."

"I wouldn't worry about that too much Fred, I have sensitive teeth."

"I also believe in an equal distribution of labor. I do not like lying idle while someone else is performing an arduous deed. So why don't we do a 71-2, and we will both enjoy ourselves."

"I like that plan Fred. Are you a top or a bottom?"

"I prefer being a bottom, if you don't mind."

"This will be new for me, my husband always wanted to be on top. He could always force his thing into my face from there."

"What did he force it into your face?"

"Don't start with me, Fred. You are the second man I have been in bed with in my entire life. You told me to go slow with Danni and even slower with Debbie. You are going to have to go slow with me."

"We are going to have a long distance relationship, Sharon. You will see much more of your children; then you will see of me. We will be going slowly, whether we want to or not."

"We will only be fifty Fred; young enough to live, and wise enough to stay out of trouble."

"Sharon, if you are doing what you said you were going to do, I couldn't hear you. However, I hear you, so you're not doing what you said you were going to be doing."

"Ouch! That was not supposed to happen until after it spit at you."

"That was to remind the person at the other end of this arrangement, to keep his eye on the ball."

"You see, Sharon, you have your quotes all wrong. You are supposed to keep your eyes on the ball's; I am supposed to keep my eyes on the prize."

"Whatever!"

"That's Cindy's line; couldn't you come up with anything more original?"

"Ouch! Stop that, or I will spank you."

"Don't you wish you could do that to me?"

Sharon felt him grab her around the waist, but before he was able to do anything else to her, she pushed her mouth over his dick, and down until he was buried deep in her throat. She didn't realize it was possible, but she smiled when he cried out, "BITCH!"

He had tortured her for more than an hour. It was her turn now. She nursed on his prong, withdrawing slowly, and using her tongue to keep it moisturized. Every time his hands touched her head, her teeth closed down on his dick. In no time at all, Fred got the message. This was a hands free assault on his manhood, and no assistance was necessary.

She had eight and one half inches of him in her mouth on every stroke. She gave him no quarter. She came all the way up and licked the slit at the top of his dick, and slowly, ever so slowly slid them down, until he was completely encompassed in her throat.

Fred had been working so many hours it had been a very long time for him, until this weekend. The twins had been good for him, but none of them had been like their mother. None of them had taken him into their mouths, voluntarily, and he had not asked any of them to do it. Now, Sharon had his eyes crossing because of her expertise. She knew what she was doing to him and he was enjoying it too much. He wanted this to last as long as possible, and he started thinking about work. As his mind cleared of the sensuality of the moment, his eyes focused on the clam shaped object directly ahead of him. "Fred, how could you be so stupid. She wants to play King of the Hill, and you can't play that game alone. To hell with work; attack the gates of heaven."

Sharon was luxuriating in her impending victory over his cock when she felt him grab her thighs. She didn't think he was ready to cum, but she was not sure. When he jerked her hips down and sucked on her clit, she choked on his cock. She pulled her head back and took a deep breath. "You cock sucker, you could have at least warned me."

Fred didn't answer her; he kept nibbling and sucking on her cunt. He reinserted his thumb into her pussy and pumped it as fast as he could, until she was dripping like a waterfall. His fingers were rubbing over her asshole, threatening to invade that orifice at any second. His mouth was firmly suctioned to the upper portion of her pussy, and his tongue was moving over her distended clit mercilessly.

*****

Now, it was truly a race to the top of the mountain. Who would be crowned king or queen for-a-day, or the hour? Both were energized, both were determined, and neither would be denied. In the end, it did not matter, because they both won. He came deep in her throat and she splashed all over his head and face.

They were having a very good time at the arcade, when Danni asked Sandy if it would be okay with her if she got sick.

Sandy asked her what she had up her sleeve this time.

"I want to catch mom and Fred in the act. Actually, I'd like to join them. If we are not going to see, Fred for a very long time, I am going to miss him. We have to figure out a way to find out where he works so he can buy us a home close to it. That way we can go to school there, but we can also drive him to work and pick him up. If we can lighten his workload and make it easier on him, we can see him more often. We might be able to be more like a family; a little dysfunctional, but a family nonetheless. If am pregnant, I really do want him close to me."