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This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If 
you're not both of those, don't read it.  Characters in a FANTASY don't 
get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't 
use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't 
live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional characters in my stories 
are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what 
they do - someone could get hurt.

If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here, 
congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the 
characters in this story and any real person is purely coincidental, 
since all of these characters are figments of my dirty little imagination.

This is my story, not yours. Don't sell it or put it on a pay site. You 
can keep it and/or give it away with all of this information intact, but 
if you make money off of it, you're breaking the law and pissing me off.
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May - Chapter 8 (Final) (MF, best, oral, anal)
(C)Copyright 2004 - Shakes Peer2B
shakes_peer2b@NONOsbcglobal.net
(remove 'NONO' from the above address to contact me)

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Shakes_Peer2B/
http://storiesonline.net/  (go to the Author's page under 'S')
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I excelled in my schoolwork, earning Father's warmest praise.  I did so 
well I got a full scholarship to the University of my choice.  Although 
it would have been no burden on Father's finances to pay for my college 
education, he fairly glowed with pride at my achievement. Since the 
University of my choice was an easy commute, I continued living with 
father throughout my college years, and continued trying my best to 
please him in every way.

As time passed, it became clear that, while neither of them would ever 
refuse Father anything, April and June were just not as excited by the 
sexual aspects of our familial relationship as I was.  June, of course, 
would go along with almost anything, and did find pleasure in it, but 
she was just as happy doing other things.

April proved to be more interested in new experiences than in sex for 
itself.  She explored every sexual avenue that was open to her, even, at 
one point trying to get June under one of the horses.  That was one of 
the few times June refused to go along with her.

When I was eighteen, and in my first year of college, I finally let 
Greta talk me into trying sex with a horse.  Even after much stretching 
and 'conditioning' with enormous dildoes, I found it to be merely a 
tolerable experience.  The pain was intense, and the horse was somewhere 
several feet above me, not at all involved with ME, just the feeling of 
my tight little pussy on his dick.  Even though Greta masturbated to 
several orgasms, watching that enormous dick slide back and forth in my 
tiny body, I never came.

Since father expressed no interest in my repeating the act, I never did, 
though I continued to get aroused by Greta's obvious enjoyment of being 
fucked by the horses.  At least, having tried it, I could empathize with 
her a little more and understand what she was feeling.

My senior year in College, my brother showed up unannounced, to our 
great joy!  He had worked his way through a labyrinth of legitimate and 
semi-legitimate jobs, learning skills and trades that finally landed him 
a berth on a merchant ship.  Upon docking in the US, he collected his 
pay, and set out to find us, hitchhiking the entire way.

Father welcomed him as a member of the family, but since he had paid his 
dues to get here on his own, did not ask him to join in our sexual 
intimacy.  He went to work for Father and proved to be an able hand at 
most any task he was given.  Unlike my sisters and I, though, he chose 
simply 'Sam' for his American name, since none of the names of the 
months on the calendar appealed to him.

When I graduated from College (Magna Cum Laude), Father made me a loan 
of $100,000 and gently kicked me out of the house.

He held me tightly as he whispered, "I need to KNOW, sweet May, that if 
anything happens to me, you will be able to take care of yourself, and 
perhaps help your sisters."

"Can I never come back?" I cried.

"You may visit any time." Father replied softly, "If, after five years, 
your net worth is at least double what I have loaned you, and you have 
repaid me, I would have no reason to believe that you could not take 
care of yourself. Then, if you still wish to do so, you may return to me."

I leveraged Father's loan and founded Calendar Girls International, Inc. 
  With first myself, then my sisters as models, I marketed a line of 
clothing patterned after traditional Thai costumes. By showing up in the 
right circles wearing my creations, spreading the buzz at the 'in' 
events, and plastering our pictures all over the place wearing various 
designs, I started a fashion trend that took off like a rocket! Soon we 
were marketing perfumes, cosmetics and accessories and branching out 
into other pseudo-ethnic styles of clothing.

As June and April graduated from college, I brought them into the 
business as full partners, training them on everything I had done.  June 
proved to be an outstanding operations manager.  Her attention to detail 
and tenacity ensured that everything that needed doing got done, and got 
done right. April's inquisitive mind dug up new markets and her creative 
genius conceived the products for those markets.  She was flighty and 
easily distracted, but her insights proved invaluable.

The year April joined us, we incorporated. This was part of my long-term 
plan.  Neither of my sisters was suited to run an international 
corporation, though both were valuable assets to the business.  Last 
year, we went public, and the three of us became instant millionaires. 
The moment the IPO was completed I started a confidential search for a 
CEO. She was hired three months ago with the unanimous approval of the 
board, and I've spent the last three months showing her the ropes and 
making sure she really WAS the right person for the job.

A few months ago, I sold a significant portion of my holdings in 
Calendar Girls, and reinvested it in a diverse portfolio of stocks, 
bonds, and real estate.

It has been five years to the day since I left Father's house. My net 
worth is now a little over $12 Million, and Father's loan has long since 
been repaid. I have freed myself of the responsibility for running the 
company I founded, and have ensured my sisters' financial security.  All 
of these are worthy achievements, and I am duly proud of them.

What occupies my heart and mind, though, as I settle into the plush 
leather of the limousine, is the excitement that comes with the 
knowledge that finally, after five long years, I'm going HOME! My 
pantiless bottom squirms in anticipation on the now damp leather as the 
long car winds its oh-so-slow way up the endless driveway to Father's house.

Michael's smile is broad and welcoming as he stiffly helps me from the 
car, then impulsively embraces me.
"Welcome home, Miss May!" he whispers into my long, silky black hair, 
bending down to hug my diminutive body.

There are tears in Greta's eyes as she gives me a soulful kiss, her 
embrace no less passionate than Michael's.

"Welcome back, Liebchen!" she sobs.

These greetings touch something inside me, and I feel tears on my face, 
but I'm looking for only one person.  He stands, smiling proudly at me, 
on the step, waiting patiently.

My heart leaps into my throat as my eyes meet his, and the sophisticated 
international whiz-kid is once more just a love-struck kid! I leap into 
his arms, kissing and hugging him with all my strength, and I could 
swear I felt my ribs cracking from the vigor of his return embrace.

"Oh Father!" I cry, "I have missed you so!"

"As I have missed you, May!" he says with his eyes as well as his voice.

I don't know how long we stay lost in each other, but we finally come 
back to the world as Michael politely clears his throat, holding open 
the entrance door for us.

"Your room is all ready, Liebchen!" Greta gushes, "The whole household 
has been abuzz since we heard the news that you were coming home!"

She chatters on and on until a warning look from Father silences her as 
we mount the stairs to the second floor. I start to protest as we sweep 
past the door to my room, but Father interrupts me.

"We didn't feel that your old room was suitable anymore. This is your 
room now." He pushes open the door that I had entered as a guest on 
countless nights while I lived under this roof.

The room still looks the same as the night Father first took my final 
orifice in the big bed with Greta looking on.

"But Father!" I exclaim, "This is your room!"

He smiles broadly, nodding, and says, "And yours, dear May!"

Finally, it is nighttime and I am in heaven, as, for the first time in 
five years, I reintroduce my body to Father's magic wand!

The sensation is both wonderfully new and comfortingly familiar as that 
warm, velvet coated rod slides eternally down my welcoming throat! I 
cannot get enough! For half an hour I tease and suckle that delicious 
lollipop, always backing off just before he cums, then, when I am ready, 
I sink two fingers deep into Father's clenching anus, and poke my sharp 
nails lightly against his prostate as I engulf his rigid member to the 
hilt! Pulse after pulse runs down the length of that rampant shaft as 
Father empties his pent-up lust directly into my hungry belly!

To my delight, Father's erection never wanes, and I guide him into 
position on his back so I can mount that old familiar steed and ride it 
once again! With a renewed sense of joy, I settle myself slowly, 
ever-so-slowly onto the tool of my salvation. My little-used pussy feels 
much as it did the night Father first stretched me to fit him, only now 
I welcome, no, long for, that tightening of my sacred inner flesh around 
Father's life-giving scepter.

As my quivering loins settle firmly upon father's hips I groan and 
twitch through my first climax, in celebration of HIS homecoming!  When 
I have calmed, I begin my gallop. With no other preliminary, I start 
bouncing up and down the full length of Father's steel-hard shaft, my 
weeping pussy embracing its power and savoring its strength! Father 
holds out longer, now that he has cum once, but soon, I can tell that 
he's getting close.

Rising all the way up, I feel the ridge of his plum slip from my 
grasping pussy lips, and I feel empty inside, but the finale awaits! 
With my tiny hand, I guide Father's staff to the dark depression of my anus.

The pain, as I slide all the way down, is delicious and comforting! 
Finally, once again, I feel father's purple glans stirring my intestines 
as I grind my little brown butt against his loins! Oh GOD how I've 
missed this! My eyes will not track as I raise up and feel the entire 
length of that enormous pole sliding out of my tiny body!

I slide back down, and before my pleasure steals my wits, I fall to the 
side, tugging at Father to make him roll with me. With father above me, 
I raise my legs to my chest, and with only a little more effort than 
when I was a teen, slip my arms in front to lock them behind my 
shoulders. Now I am ready!

"Fuck me Father!" I rasp, "I have missed your magnificent cock so much! 
Fuck my colon! Fuck my ass!"

With jackhammer strokes, Father pounds my little butt into the mattress! 
The length and breadth of his shaft send delightful shocks up and down 
my spine! I cannot help but voice my lust as I scream through another 
climax!

"Oh God, May!" Father grunts, "You have no idea what you do to me! You 
give yourself so totally to me, that you have somehow managed to capture 
me! I am yours as completely as you are mine!"

I swivel my hips and smile warmly at him, "I know Father. That's the way 
it should and shall always be!"

In his eyes, I read his acknowledgement, even as my hungry ass swallows 
one load after another from his fountaining cock! My own cum is deep and 
quiet, almost a spiritual spasm, and seems to last forever... Finally, I 
am where I belong!

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