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Claire, Susan and Joe

By Sean Luke Marshall
(c) 2004 Marilyn Hyperfiction, Inc.
It rained for hours. I couldn't sleep. Every rat I had known in my life
scattered up the sideboards of the wizen old house. In bed, warm, I held my
cock, pushed the head through my thick fingers. I love to stretch it and
when it was at full staff it opened eyes, almost scared innocent girls. But
who is innocent these days? As I rested I reached around and found my ass
hole and cutting inside I pushed my fingers towards my center.

I looked towards Susan. She had the most beautiful nipples, and her fingers
were openly brushing them in half sleep.

Usually, when I had such a hardon, I had a difficult time sleeping were I
felt as if I were a stranger. I knew it was guilt. I wanted her. Who is she?
Ah, must be mother. No, not mother, but the child I met at the door. She was
eight, and half asleep. Susan brought her upstairs to bed after sitting me
down with a drink.

It was forbidden. Her mother dangled her daughters like strippers at a
casino. Gamble and go for the bottom line. Go to jail. My daughters are
innocent. Get that straight. Later, half drunk, she would add, "I suck them
off you know."

Mommy Susan like my own mother knew what I wanted. Susan bit my ear and said
I got an extra inch when Claire slept near us.

Claire likes it you know. You don't have to feel guilty, she'd say.

It was an old conversation thirty years past.

My mother would play with my little cock and tell show me her pussy stuffed
come filled cunt. She'd suck my nipple and play with my asshole and finally
suck me to a dry orgasm. She did it all without any remorse.

I was always sad when my sister was marched into the bed, spread wide, and I
pushed inside to fuck her hard.

She was seven too like Claire. I was twelve. Momma laughed when I pumped and
she kissed us both.

After my sister and I were put to bed in each other's arm, Mom and Doris,
her lover, would giggle. I listened, pretended to sleep, and my cock got
hard again. I kept thinking of four fat tits all filled with milk. Suddenly,
I would get up, rush to their bed, and wedge myself between them while they
sucked the other's pussy. Doris loved my cock and played it. Momma sucked it
again, and after she got me off, looking drunk, she kissed Doris, and
whispered how she hoped her girls could come over that afternoon for steaks
and cock sucking.

I know it all sounds extreme. It did happen, so now while I gather myself
waiting for Claire to appear, knowing the child wanted what her mother had
promised, I gave up the guilt.

Besides, my hardon ached. I needed to come so badly, and as I drew to the
woman in the middle of the bed, I could smell that urgent pull of pussy
dust.

Susan moved slowly to hold my leg. "I'm so sleepy and I have to get a plane
at 6AM."

"I have appointments myself later this week," I shook my head.

"You know you will say yes. How can you refuse my darlings, she laughed, and
then she whispered in my ear (I am not sure why she whispered) Claire is a
virgin and wants you to rape her. Yes, I know I told her it's not rape
exactly, but she said she wants you to fuck her. Please watch them. Call my
daughter's pussy payment for the babysitting.

"You're fucking mad," I beat gently on Susan's head.

"I need you to take care of Claire and Darlene this week? No bullshit, now.
It's planned and done. You can change your appointments.

I know I asked you only for Monday and Tuesday, but my boss asked if I could
extend it to the week. I wanted to tell you, but I got drunk too fast.

"They hardly know me. One or two days is one thing."

"Darlene is shy, but Claire will keep her going. Besides, it's Darlene told
me she loved you."

"I thought it was Claire."

"You are such a wise ass. OK. It's both of them."

"Besides, how could she love me? We were only at the beach one week."

"She does. Well, if you can't. I suppose I could arrange for their father to
take care of them."

"No, of course I'll do it."

Susan kissed my lips licking my cheek and neck and finding the root of my
left nipple she pinched it together.

"Beside, I think I'm pregnant."

"What? Who?

"You. You. You."

"You're so full of shit darling," and I couldn't stop laughing.

"No, I am. I am."

Susan had simply turned on top and had my cock deep in her cunt as we rocked
against the other.

"Come quick she said. Scum fuck me. Don't think of me. I want a load to
take. I want it to run down my legs and stink up my boss's car. Scum to go
if you will."

With that I lost it and laughed so hard I came out of her pussy.

"No."

She pushed me back and climbed on top and squeezing my balls she fucked me
solid and I gave it up looking clearly in her eyes.



##

"How are you getting to the airport?"

My boss Jerry she's picking me up at 4:30."

That's an hour from now. Do they know that I am to be their babysitter?

"I knew you would. Was it that last fuck? My daughters? Claire?"

How could I resist the paradise of your place? You got it all: steam, beach,
sailboat and a sweet sexy ass maid.

At that moment twelve year old Claire clutching a blanket stood in the
doorway. She had walnut breasts, a sway to her ass, and oodles of attitude.
She liked to sleep in the tent outside so she slept naked. Her body
glistened with sweat and the smell of the woods. She crossed her arms and
refused to look at me.

"Mom, do you have to go?"

"You know I do. I will make it short."

I was bare ass but didn't have a hardon. It didn't seem to matter to Claire
that I had just propositioned her mother. I imagine she was used to all
sorts of conversations.





2.

I had met Susan two weeks ago at an upscale bar. It was a party for mutual
friends who planned marriage. We laughed about how marriage sucked, and
quickly drunk we sped off to her place for some randy sex. She was OK. I
sucked. I couldn't get my mind off that dark girl.

My old girlfriend haunted the soft wet spaces in the bed. I could taste Mae
and no other woman.

If only I had stayed in town that weekend, Mae would be alive. I went over
it thousands of times, and always it was my fault that my dark woman died.
No, not just died. Some fiend murdered her for fifty bucks and disappeared.

Interrupting my half drunk euphoria, Susan said, "Alex I have to go. Claire
is smiling and dressed to make breakfast."

Claire true to her mother's story wore her mother's nightgown. It dragged on
the floor. Claire looked ten, but when she moved her ass, she took on the
attitude of the perfect slut.

"Go wake my sister, she suggested, ok, Sean?"

"Sure."

"Hey Sean," Susan pinched my nipple, kiss me bye. Be careful. She'll eat you
for breakfast."

"Who will?"

"My daughters"

"Is that what you want?"

"No, it is what you need. See you in a week. There is money in my desk draw
and the kids will show you the rest."

"Wait"

Susan was gone. A tall blond loaded her one bag in the trunk, and they were
out the driveway before I could even understand all that had happened.

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