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usual disclaimer: be of age to read; pure fiction; no reposting for
profit; property of the author.
author's note: there's 'culmination' here, but it begs at least as
epilogue... probably. ~o.
"Par-don the Hard-on" ~oafish
part 6
"You, 'Mr. Paul'?" ...the thready, yet firm voice asked from the
electric wheelchair. And in reponse to my affirmative reply,
"AhhhhssSO!...
...*"You FUCK-EE my Daughter?!?"*
The cords in his neck stood out below his reddened, tense face! His
hand near the 'controller-knob' vibrated and twitched with tension! The
scrawny Chinese man's eyes vehemently glared at me... and yet, the rest
of him remained slumped, incongruously relaxed and unmoving in the
chair.
"I... She... NO!... *I haven't 'fuck-ee' your daughter!"* I truthfully
blurted back! _'What does he know? Which one has the big mouth?'
I was instantly wondering._
*"Why NOT?"* He snapped back at me. "All time I hear 'Mr. Paul this!
Mr. Paul that! So tall! So strong! Swim so good! So
handsome! So nice man! So big car!' You don't like 'cause she
brown? *You think not pretty enough?!?* She like *you* much... but you
no fuck-ee girl?!?"
Pamela's hand squeezed mine in a 'death grip'. Glancing down at her, I
saw that she was starring at the floor and blushing.
"I know that she likes me, Mr. Li... and I simply adore her! She's
the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen... I feel... I feel very strongly
about her... and, yes... honestly... *I want to*... but, she's a
beautiful girl.... and... and maybe it's too soon for her to become a
woman!? And then there are the other consequences... you know, like
your anger... and *the law*!"
"Fuck-ee 'Law'!... I talking what *girl wants!*...
..*"This Family Thing to decide!"*
My mind had been exploring all kinds of paths since learning a bit of
the girl's history on the drive over here. Responding to my
questions, the giggling, grab-ass horseplay in my car had turned to a
quiet, selfconscious narration of fairly recent events that went
something like this.
There were three girls in the family; Polly was the oldest at 17 and had
just started college at a not-too-distant school. Pamela was almost
eleven, and Penny was the 'baby' of the family at six years old. There
had been two older brothers; Paul, (! my namesake !), had died in
combat; Peter had passed away in the same auto accident that killed
their mother and left Poppy paralyzed in a wheelchair. Mae, the
large black woman I'd seen yesterday, was a life-long, girl-hood friend
of their mother who had come up from the South for the funeral and just
stayed on with the family, taking care of the family and Poppy's
health-care needs.
The van had been new and investigation had proven that the cause of the
accident was a factory defect with the exhaust system. The automaker
had settled out of court for 'a whole bunch of money' to avoid
publicity. After two long years, the family were beginning to regain
some semblence of a 'normal life'. Even Poppy was getting a little
better.
All this, I had processed into a "WHOA", or at least a "GO SLOW -
CAUTION" sign in my head! These girls were a fragile commodity!
"You FUCK-EE my daughter? - WHY NOT?!" ...had more than kind of
blindsided me! Especially when, apparently, the girls hadn't said
anything... Poppy had just intuitively surmised it from Pam's
enthusiasm! And then the old fart had seemed actually upset *that I
hadn't 'fuck-ee-ed' his daughter!*
Dinner was a curious affair... oriental cooking with a Southern flair?
Mae, who hadn't said hardly a word, sat next to the old man holding his
trembling forearm as he gnawed the meat off his bar-b-qued ribs. She
wielded the spoon for the sides of noodles and stir-fried veggies. All
the while... she had this happy, knowing smirk on her face. Poppy
eyes gleamed as he watched the reactions of myself and his daughters as
we, all three, interspaced eating with a little under-the-table
fondling. *Hey!, I didn't start it!* Little Penny was the first to
play 'clutch-the-cock'! But I will admit to ending up with more than
bar-b-que sauce on my fingers!
Poppy would smile and nod every time I sucked my fingers clean.
By the time dinner was finished the girls were squirming in their seats,
I had the cleanest hands in the house... and the old man was a food
spattered, smiling mess! Mae announced that they'd be back shortly,
as she followed the whirring wheelchair out of the room.
Glancing back over her shoulder, she reminded the girls. "Therapy night,
you know... in about fifteen minutes. Clear the dishes for me, hunh?
We'll be doing it in here instead of the livingroom, in case things
get messy."
Pam and Penny whirled about and scampered back and forth to the kitchen,
gleefully getting everything in order in about three minutes while I
just sat and watched. Lovely little bunches of flouncing excitement
bounded into my lap.
"Can I get my kisses now? You know, the ones that you *were going to
give me in the sauna?"* Pam chortled as her arms entwined my neck.
"Me too! I get some kisses, too!"
Alternating angels, my lips busily mashed and sucked at this mouth and
that. My tongue was dancing! Swiping one little rooftop after
the other! Humming and moaning in hunger as I probed for their
throats, I swear I managed to suck both of their tongues at once! My
hands were all over those little bodies; stroking chests and backs;
kneading thighs and little girl buns; squeezing titties and stroking
arms, shoulders, necks and damp little panties! Faces slicked with
saliva, eyes hotly gleaming and languidly closing, my hands noticed
fewer and fewer obstacles in their wandering carasses. *The girls
were systematically shedding their clothes!* Twin piles grew to
either side of me on the table. Blouses, then skirts... and shoes,
then socks... cotton panties soon topped the piles. I was engulfed
in the succulent nakedness of two excitedly quivering, smooth and
deliciously tender, little pre-teen bodies!
"Yes! We see now!," came from the doorway.
My shirt was half off and four sets of little fingers were practically
frantic in their scrambling to loosen my belt and fly.
"Get it off, Mr. Paul!" This from a naked Mae as she trailed alongside a
completely unclad Mr. Li in his wheelchair!
"Let's see what *you* bring to the table!"
Deep... rich... semi-sweet... chocolate brown! All six feet and some two
hundred pounds of statuesque, Amazonian delight beamed a broad ivory
smile as she stood next to the withered and wrinkled parchment that
occupied the wheelchair! Full, pendulous breasts tipped with
midnight! Massive thighs supported a glorious pelvis made for wallowing!
Every crease and fold just disappeared in the blackness of her skin!
All smoothness, hard bodied, full fleshed and subtly gleaming, her
belly led to the puffed yet permanently shadowed nakedness of Mae's
hairless vulva!
"Come! We see! What is that Pamela like so much!" Skinny, his sparse
flesh hung in disuse. Stick-like legs with boney knobs of knees; a limp
little peter barely managed to grace the seat of the chair.
The little girls were absolutley precious in their completely
unconcerned nudity as they pulled me to my feet. Mismatched bookends
of curvateous paleness and graceful, lanky, tawney brown, they joyfully
jumped about, clapping their hands in anticipation!
"Allright... allright! Give me a second!," as my shoes started
another pile on the table. I felt like a stripper! I mean, they were
all commenting on the view as each piece of clothing came off! 'Good
chest!' ... 'Nice curly fur! ... 'Ummm, nice strong legs!' ... 'See his
scar, (my knee)?!' ... "Come on now! All the way!" ... and as I finally
managed to get the tented boxers over my cock... an approving chorus of,
"Eeeeuw!/ Ahhh!/ Ohhh!", greeted my apology!
"Uh... not my fault, but *Par-don the Hard-on!*"
"Too big for girls?"
"Naw, gentle stretching and they'll do fine."
"Maybe too white?"
"Doesn't matter, Poppy. Look! The girls want him!"
"ALL Settled then! Pamela fuck-ee now!"
And as the lusciously naked, little girl looked up at me with a happy
nervous glint in her eye, I had to speak up.
"Wait a second... You actually approve? You want me to have sex with
Pamela?! *...and Right Here! ...NOW!* I want to understand!
..just
what is going on!"
"You tell, Mae... I don't want to get more tired."
And the exquisite, colossal, Amazon Goddess took a deep breath, forcing
her mammoth jugs to rise in my face, and carefuly explained the dual
purpose of my screwing darling little Pamela... right there, in front of
them.
It seemed that Poppy missed his 'rainbow' babies that carried his wife's
genes, so much, that he had devised a plan to get more. He'd father
them himself... and he'd tried... with the happy co-operation of all
three girls. The problem was that his erections were interrmitant
and not all that hard, because of his paralysis. He couldn't get it
up when he wanted/needed to and he had no feeling in it when he did.
The girls ran to his beckoning, but were rarely in time... and had yet
to manage more than the briefest of penetrations.
They all sucked and played with him in hopes that they could stimulate a
response... And while they did have some growing success, it was a slow
process that might never fully 'bear fruit'. Poppy had decided that:
one, some 'outside help' was neded to impregnate the girls to save his
wife's marvelous genes; and two, *maybe the stimulous of watching, along
with the manipulation by his family*, would speed up the recovery, if
possible, of his nerve damage.
Pam had been chosen because she was on the verge of pubescence, and they
were looking for a lasting relationship with at least one of the
girls... maye, hopefully, all of them. Pamela had chosen me, and
Poppy going on his intuitive feelings had agreed with the rest of them
that seemed to 'fit-the-bill".
I'm sure it was a combination of factors, but my hardon was even harder
at the end of this discourse that it had been at the beginning!
Mae's obvious 'primal-earth-mother' fertility jiggling a foot from my
nose didn't deter my excitement a bit! The sight of Penny's bald,
little, yellow an' pink cooze as she knelt before the wheelchair and
niosily slurped the duffer's facid meat into her mouth certainly didn't
have a 'softening' influence on me! His eyes, greedily flashing from
one scenario to another were in no way inhibiting! And as I sat in
my chair, the sepia-wonder-child who was staring deeply into my eyes,
while perched with the balls of her feet on the edges of the chairseat
with her wideopen crotch descending closer and closer to my rampant
pole... well.... I didn't need to hear the quiet little... *"pretty
ple-e-as-ssse...!"*
One thin arm encircled my neck as Pam's other fist groped for my
throbbing dick. My hands encompassed the excited dampness of her chest
with my thumbs curved under those salacious little plums of her budding
breasts. Her lips found mine... a my cock found hers!
*The tender softeness of that pliant heat!* I almost came at the first
touch of her spreading, glutinous flesh! Slowly... tentatively...
she began to rotate her hips. The moist heat of her tiny voracious
obscession was slimily coating more and more of my mushroom as her hips
began a miniscule downward spiral. The mysterious, deep pools of her
eyes met mine as she began to literally screw herself down on me. Around
and around... no hurry... as the granite of my cock stretched and
widened the hungry portal. So hot! Impossibly firm, Pam's
muscles intuitively resisted the impending invasion! Around...and
down with more pressure, and *snap! the head of my cock was in!*
She squealed and froze! I gasped as the pain of her reflexively
clamping twat tried to crush the head of my dick! A small pause...
then around and around she began twisting her hips again! Down a
scorching morsel! And another! Timid little gains of the
determined girl had managed to engulf a couple of inches of my pole.
We held.... and when I felt a little wave within, I lifted her a tad and
let her slide for another half-inch. It was her turn to gasp! Up...
and then another deliciously scorching slide... to pause while her
accomodating lightness rippled on another inch or so. And again...
while I felt an abundance of her juices escape to hotly lav my balls!
And again... this time her legs began to flex as she tried to drive
herself onto more!
"EeeeieeeeeEEN!..." as, up she came...
"HUUuuuuuuuuu!..." as, down she'd slide....
Her tightness was reluctantly giving me more and more of her volcanic,
little pussy with each huffing stroke! So very tight! Yet so
very slippery! Faster, she began to impale herself at a rapidly
growing pace as she sought to quench the enflamed fire of her desire!
Pam was pulling on my neck with each up stroke. Her thighs began to
quaver in and out! My sperm was boiling in my balls, all but
squalling for release! My thumbs were flickering and twitching madly
across the engorged hardness of her pre-teen nipples! She ducked her
head to watch my rock-hard cock frantically ream her tiny twat!
We were both sweating and yowling when she pulled far up... and just
shot her feet out to either side... *to plunge the entire length of my
achingly petrified erection and slam her clitorus into the wirey nest of
my pubes!* ...and she just howled as she shuddered into a quaking,
bucking orgasm!
As gouts of my sperm joyfully rocketed into the throbbing of her
pulsating womb, it was with a force and power that was, yes, actually
painful!
A great, sudden, tearing, ripping feeling of a dam bursting! I'd
never felt such magnificent wellness and sense of power! Again and again
I flooded her! Until I was overcome by a wave of complete lassitude
and could feel a dull ache deep in my balls... I couldn't even hold my
little love, who was collapsed, weeping on my chest!
''un...heh-heh...p-p-par-don the hhard-donnn..."