


     Blame It On Grand Beach, Part 1 (Mf+, NC, RP, ROM, Exhib)



         The following is a work of fiction FOR ADULTS.

If you are under the age of 21 go away. Delete this document and
hope that your parents never find it in their internet archive or
trash, because if they do, you are in really deep do-do.

If you don't toss this, please understand that the activities
presented here are unsafe and illegal. I wouldn't do them and
neither should you. They make a great pretext for an interesting
story, but acting out fantasy pretexts is a great way to ruin
your life or wind up dead or both.

So don't do anything unsafe described here or in any work of
adult fiction, even though it might look pretty good at the time.

To be specific: Unsafe means nothing with blood or blood products
in it goes from anyone else inside you. Semen, pre-cum, and
regular blood all count.

I'm being blunt here because I used to know 14 people who are now
dead because what they did turned out to be unsafe. And that is
not a fictional statement.

Story Comment: This is a work of fantasy fiction. Rape is wrong.
I just want to say that up front. It is the kind of crime that
hurts women for the rest of their lives and can ruin their
relationships with men for the rest of their lives. Then they
take it out on the rest of us.

Nonetheless, rape fantasies are something that get to both men
and women. One of my favorites has always been walking down a
beach and finding a naked willing woman lying there in the sand.
I've fleshed it out a little, if you will. Lots of married
couples play out rape fantasies in the safety of their own homes
with escape safety words.

But real rape? Don't do it. Don't even think about it. Otherwise
you could wind up in the Federal Pen being the recipient of
someone else’s fantasies! Besides, if she has a sexually
transmitted disease, you could be signing your own death warrant.

Oh – this is Part 1 – Part 1, that suggests that other parts will
come. So don’t ask me to write how it all turns out up front as
some have suggested. That not only limits my creativity, but, as
my good friend Sweeney says, “that’s the play, and he wouldn’t
want us to give it away, not Sweeney….”

Send story ideas and comments to - nox987-stories@yahoo.com


On to the story: Version 1.1, 8/8/08




     Blame It On Grand Beach, Part 1 (Mf+, NC, RP, ROM, exhib)

I'd been working way too many hours as a consultant for those
poor guys and gals caught up in the technology shift in the
trading pits on the Chicago trading floors such as the Merc and
the Board of Trade where the crazed shouting of men and women
screaming and shouting at each other, hurling finger symbols
across the trading pits in an almost lust inspired trading frenzy
each day was gradually being replaced by the silent hum of the
instant electronic trading recorded by memories that never forgot
and electronic trading frenzies that could happen even faster
than in human terms, when a near hear-attack from stress
convinced me that I needed a break.

My pal Johnny was on-the-spot with a solution, of course. Johnny
was even richer than I was and he always had a solution for his
pal Michael. We'd grown up together, had been friends together in
Boy Scout Troop 6969, "the troop that got down to the most fun
around", and had been through more shit storms than any two guys
deserved. If there was a time I needed a trustworthy guy, I'd
rather have Johnny than anyone else, no matter how competent the
other guy was supposed to be. But Johnny, though he seemed simple
and not so smart, was really only disarming, and brighter than a
shark in a tank of goldfish.

When he realized how serious my condition was, Johnny offered me
the use of his "summer cottage" in Grand Beach, Michigan, for as
long as I needed it. I had other places I could go, but Johnny's
cottage was comfortable, right next to the beach, in a really
nice comfortable beach community, and, Johnny lived there part
time, so I would see him when he could get there. That was the
dealmaker right there. France vs. Grand Beach? Grand Beach won
because of Johnny; besides, I preferred the shores of Lake
Michigan to the Mediterranean.

Grand Beach was only a couple of hours from Chicago via the
Chicago Skyway and Chicago's only toll bridge. Now that's a
story. Cities are not allowed to have toll roads, but the Feds
let them operate Toll Bridges, so the Skyway, is Chicago's Toll
Bridge high in the sky, a fast short-cut to destinations along
the bottom of Lake Michigan in Northern Indiana and Southern
Michigan, where Grand Beach is nestled.

You can also get to Grand Beach via the South Shore Electric
Railway, and a few commuters each workday, wake each morning,
fall back asleep on the train, and ride into the city on the
South Shore Commuter Train from Grand Beach which comes into the
Randolph Street Station along Michigan Avenue downtown next to
Grant Park. There are other stops, like Hyde Park and McCormick
Place, but Randolph Street was the main station.

But I drove. It's a nice drive and you want to have a car up
there, though once you had your groceries and beer or whatever
your poison was, you might well drive a Golf Cart or just walk to
get where you wanted, everyone did.

Summer Cottage was a bit of a misnomer too. I suppose once the
cottage I rolled my travel bag into might have been a summer
cottage only, but more and more of these places had been
winterized, and Michael's was no exception. His "stay as long as
you need" meant just that. He had 7 bedrooms. I could move in
forever. He could use my place in Marina City for as long as he
wanted to. After the disaster with Tana, I doubted I would ever
be going back there except to pick up some personal photos and
things. I never even wanted to see the furniture again. It hurt
that bad.

You really don't want to hear the details. Some people in life
who get hurt badly in a relationship feel they need to pass the
details along and magnify the pain. Tana was like that. You will
have to judge for yourself whether I became as bad as her or
worse than she was by the end of this story. I am not too happy
with how I behaved in Grand Beach that month. I'm just warning
you, most stories, the person telling the story, you feel you
like at the end. Since I'm not sure I like myself right now, I'm
not sure how you'll feel about me now, or later.

It doesn't take long to unpack at a place where the uniform for
men is sandals, swimming trunks and a shirt if you want one.
Some parts of the beach it's less. Some places require a shirt
inside. I usually pack an ID and some cash in a little plastic
pouch that I put in a pocket in my favorite swim trunks that I
have in 3 different colors. No Speedos for me thank you.

So I pull some beers out of the cooler in the trunk and walk down
to the beach. Johnny's cottage is right by one of the stairs down
to the beach near the shoreline. It's about a ten-foot drop right
there, not too bad, a bigger drop than on the Chicago side of the
lake. That little drop in altitude with its west-facing view of
the water, always signals to me, a descent into a land with less
pressure. I always leave my cell phone up at the house and try to
leave all my cares there too. This year, I would try to leave my
memories of Tana too.

Had it been a weekend, the beach would have been full of people
to see. Boats up and down the shore, families everywhere, all
kinds of people to see up from Chicago, and as it was, as I
walked down the steep stairs, I could see that the beach was not
entirely bare, but it too crowded. It was early in June and cool.
The schools had not let out yet, and so mostly it was locals,
year round residents, out today. I decided just to sit in the
shade and think. I'd work on my tan a little later I thought, if
at all.

I guess this is where the real story starts. Maybe I should have
just started it here, because it was as I was about to sit down
that I saw her lying there on the sand in the sun only a few
yards down the shore.

She had to be almost six feet tall with long blond hair that went
down almost to her incredibly delicious ass. It was perfect that
fine, small, round, naked ass. Her tiny suit was on the towel
next to her and she seemed to be asleep, her legs sprawled out
revealing a young pink pussy. How young? I couldn't say: any age
was too young for what I was about to do. I instantly got harder
than I had ever been before.

I don't know what came over me; I'd never done anything like this
before. I just dropped my suit and everything else, wet my naked
cock with some spit, then knelt down in the sand, spread her legs
further apart, split her pink lips apart, they were a bit sweaty
in the hot sun and pushed into her. She was wet inside and gasped
quietly as I pushed into her tight box with my bare cock.

"Nnnn," was all I heard. Not a no; not a yes. She had not awoken
with the invasion of my unprotected cock into the first inches of
her pussy. I pushed a little more. Man was she tight. "Mmmmm."
She could feel me on some level. Then I hit it, her hymen. She
was a virgin. I briefly considered what I was doing then.

This young teen blonde's body looked younger now that I realized
that she was a virgin. I had taken her for twenty or twenty-two,
but as I eased my sweating cock in and out of that first two
inches, getting her ready for a full thrust, I looked at her
again. She had turned her face sideways now and I could see the
classic features of her heart-shaped face. She was at best 18,
maybe younger. But it was too late now. I was driven. Her skin
was so golden and soft. As I got swept up in the act of taking
her, her tiny bottom felt like silk under my large fingers, I
kneaded it, like dough.

She was panting now, and grunting with me, perhaps she was having
a sex dream. "Nnn, nnn, nnn,". Then I heard it, "yes, deeper,
deeper, take me, fuck me, take my cherry, now!"

Was she awake? At this point, I didn't care. I couldn't have
stopped to have saved my own life, I roughly pushed beyond her
hymen, bending it, breaking through her cherry, taking it,
"AAAAAR, OW! Who? WHAT! Oh, NO!"

I was thrusting in and out of her fully now, churning her pussy
like it was butter churn, she looked back at me awake now with
panic, realizing that her sexy dream was in fact a reality and
that she was being raped on the beach by a man she did not know.

"Why are you doing this to me? AHG Please, NNG!"

"Sorry, I can't help it, it's been too long for me, and you were
sprawled there on the beach with your pussy open, so, ugh,
beautiful, I just, ugh, couldn't resist, ugh, if I'd known you
were a virgin, I would have, UGH woken you up first! But don't
lie; I know this is getting to you! MMMGH"

She looked at me with pleading in her eyes, but her eyes were
also glazed over, she was humping back at me, her cunt muscles
were grabbing, milking my naked cock. Her mind was clearly
revolted at what her body and I were doing, but ancient
primordial forces were at work, biology over society, and I was
now trying to hit her g-spot with every stroke. She wiggled but
my hands were too strong for her. She was mine and she knew it.

"Nng, damn you, I hate that this feels so good. I want you to
stop, I need you to stop, but, but, oh, oh, oh, you hurt, it
hurts, but shit, shit, shit, shit, fuck you, you bastard, you
asshole. I hate you. Oh, fuck me, fuck me, I'll kill you when
this is over, but fuck me now!"

Any remaining conscience I had left was gone, shredded with these
words. I lifted her ass up so I could fuck her doggy style. Holy
shit, she was stacked. Look at those gigantic tits. I grabbed
them. And used them to pull her harder against me.

"OW! They don't come off. OW. Pull them again. Fuck me harder,
deeper. Is that all you have? You worm?" I pulled out almost all
the way and held there. "What are you doing? Don't stop now!" I
waited. I pulled at her nipples until she started to shiver. "Put
it in me damn you, put it in me! What are you waiting for? I'm
almost ready to cum! What kind of rapist are you? You're not
going to stop now are you?" She was mad and hot and excited and
wanted to take control of her fucking. But I wasn't ready to let
that happen, yet.

I slowly pushed my flesh sword in. I had come out so far it was
torture going back in. Her little pink twat was like a vise now,
fully engorged; her outer and inner lips hurt me going in. I had
to use both hands to spread her apart to get inside, getting my
fingertips red with the blood from her broken hymen.

She was sensitive there. "NOOOO! IT HUUURTS THERE! Push past
there you Jerk!" I did. I wasn't there to hurt her. I pushed all
the way in. I know rape is supposed to be a crime of violence but
this time it was all about sex. Well owning her too. I wanted to
own her when this was done, insofar as any man can own a woman, I
guess really after this, I would be the owned one. I would be her
slave. She could lock me up forever. She had better like this or
I was doomed. This time when I grabbed her tits I left streaks of
blood on them, I marked her with them. Her aureoles were puffy
while her pink nipples were hard, long and hard, almost two
inches. I had never seen nipples that long in my life. I squeezed
them. She yelped a little, and then whimpered closing her eyes.
She was near an orgasm.

I started to finger her clit as I thrust in and out. She shouted:
"YES! OH THAT! THAT IS SO GOOD. KEEP DOING THAT RIGHT THERE! RUB
ME THERE YOU FUCKER!" Now I had her. I squeezed her buttocks
together pushing up on my bare wet cock as I squeezed on her
butt. I wanted her to feel me all over her tunnel as I made
circles in her cunt with my dripping pregnancy kit. I wanted to
finish in her, but first, I wanted more.

"Do you want to ride me like a cowgirl?" Here was the question.
If she said yes and meant it she was really mine. If she said yes
and escape was in her eyes I was doomed.

"YES, YES, YES, LET ME RIDE THAT IRON COCK OF YOURS THIS IS SO
HOT!"

"You'll love this, you'll turn the tables, you can rape me now,"
I whispered. Her eyes got wide, then her pupils narrowed as I
rolled over and put her on. The look in her eyes said everything.

"OH I AM GOING TO MAKE YOU PAY THEN!" Now, she was a feisty
bitch. She gritted her teeth, she was on fire as she took the
dominant position. She was going to ride me until it hurt. Good
girl!

She started riding me like I was a prize bull. "Take that you
bastard! She started spanking my ass. Slapping my chest, my face.
"Take that you asshole! Think you can just stick your giant cock
in my hot pussy just because you want to? You think I'm not going
to get even? Take this! Take That! Take This!" With every `this'
and `that' she pushed down on my cock as hard as she could. As
she did I `Screamed' "No" or "Don't do that" or "You're hurting
me" and especially "Stop raping me!" and "No More" but she knew I
didn't mean it, and she just got hotter and hotter as I did so.

I brought her fingers to my nipples and she gave them a savage
twist. "Aaaaaah I screamed. You're killing me." Now there was
less acting on my part, but I didn't care. She was so fucking
beautiful. I wanted her forever.

"NGH. Serves. AAAH. You. Right. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH." What an
orgasm! She was shaking and pulsing and rocking on top of me. I
grabbed her waist tighter to make sure she didn't fall off.
"AAAAAAA AAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" I swear I had gained another
two inches as she had done all this to me. Every time she hit the
down stroke I could see my cock's outline hit the outside of her
tummy. She was that thin. Man what a lush girl though. Her tits
were amazing, gigantic, erotic, hypnotic. Ooooh.

She could be a model, a super model, for all I knew she was. Her
tits, round, massive, fell across my face as she fell forward,
her pussy milking my tool and I took the chance to suck on her
long pink nipples to extend her orgasms. I might have taken her
by surprise, but I wanted to do my best to reduce the trauma of
my rape, my taking her, had caused by making her cum over and
over and over again. Could I make her my lover? Could I get her
to see this as a good thing? Shit no. But maybe I could stay out
of jail.

Then I felt my control going. My time was running out. I was
about to lose it. I pulled back trying to wait again, she
whimpered, she wanted more! "No, I can cum some more, put it
back, keep it in. Please. I know what you did is wrong, but
you've been making me cum over and over. Make me cum again and I
won't tell anyone, I swear."

"Will you be my lover for the summer?" THAT stunned her.

"You're going to be here all summer? You didn't just show up from
the highway or something?" she panted as I slid in and out of her
more slowly. I nodded. She thought fast. "I, I, this is so wrong.
I should have you arrested. I should have you killed, I
should..."
I thrust hard, really hard up against the bundle of nerves in her
g-spot. "YIPE! I, I, I want you to keep doing that all summer,
over and over again. Yes, yes, yes! But you have to fuck me
whenever I want not just when you want and I'm gonna fuck you dry
mister. You're gonna have to fuck me all the time and if I want
you to fuck one of my friends or not fuck one of my friends you
are gonna have to obey me! I don't want you to rape any of my
sisters unless they want to be raped, YOU GOT ME ASSHOLE!"

I smiled at her. "You are all I could ever want."

"I don't fucking think so. If you could just squat down and take
my cherry I don't think I can trust you with anyone else, but I
want you to swear anyway!"

"I swear, ung, unh, unh, I swear, what's your name?" She started
to swivel that pussy of hers in circles. What incredible talent.
All summer? Would I live through it? Did I even care? I'd will
her my fortune. She'wd deserve it.

"The table's turned huh? Mr. Rapist is losing control is he?" She
smiled an evil smile. "Think you're gonna come in me? Well now we
have a deal. You aren't cause gonna cum in me right now. Not in
Mistress Tiffany, no sir! I'm not gonna let you cause I'm fertile
right now. You're gonna have to go into town and get condoms
cause I am NOT on the pill. And if you knock me up I am gonna cut
your lame dick off. And that would be sad."

That pissed me off and started the cum boiling in my prostate. I
had maybe nine or ten seconds before I blew. "Let's kiss on
that," I whimpered. She leaned down to kiss me. I took her face
in my hands and pulled her against me letting her long nipples
sway against mine. Her nipples were hard and erotic. That was all
the extra stimulation I needed. I used my legs to push her legs
together putting extra pressure on her cunt and put some more
pressure against her clit as we humped in and out. That caused
more milking. My naked cock just found the opening of her little
cervix and I thought, I imagined that I got the tip of my bare
cock just up against the opening.

"You know what," I said to her?

"What?" I looked right in her eyes, glazed, happy, hot, sexy, I
wanted to remember this moment forever as I felt the cum boiling
up, my hips making circles.

"I, I, I'm going to make a great, UGH, NGGGGGGH, father!
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

Then I exploded inside her, right into her cervix. I wasn't able
to quite seal up against it, but I'm pretty sure most of it shot
right in. And it was a good series of loads. Ever since Tana,
that crazy bitch tore my heart into shreds, my trust of women had
been almost non-existent. Suddenly, I felt a lot better. Tana had
kept me on a short leash. And we'd fought constantly about sex,
kids especially, and now, here, I'd trumped it all, maybe. I was
going to be the father of this angel's child. I was going to
knock her up. If nothing else we would be genetically linked
forever.

As I emptied myself inside her I felt this girl, this angel
looking doll scream with convulsions as she realized that I had
come inside her with no warnings. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! You
fucker! AHHHHHHH! God that's so hot! Fuck, fuck, fuck you fucking
stud!" I kept nailing her and twirling her clit.
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

This was the biggest series of orgasms I had ever brought onto a
woman. Hell, it was the biggest series of orgasms I had ever had.
I thought my head was going to explode and I was going to die
right there on the hot sand, like a salmon after mating, and it
would have been worth it.

She looked into my eyes in agony and bliss at the same time. Her
eyes fluttered, her face and everything below red and flushed,
then she collapsed against my chest, and I held her.

"Damn you, I told you I would get pregnant. I told you." She
started pounding my chests with her fists even as the orgasms
still rocked through her. She was weeping now. "What am I
supposed to do now? I'm going to get kicked out of the house.
I'll have to raise this damn kid alone, no way to pay even for
doctor bills, no college. You asshole."

"Um, no. It's not that bad actually."

"How the fuck can you say that? My parents are gonna blame me for
this. They always do. Fucking moralist hypocrites. Wouldn't put
me on the pill. Told me that if I got knocked up it was my fault
and I was out. They mean it too."

"So if you are pregnant and they kick you out, they are not going
to stop you from getting married to a guy twice your age right?"

"Right. What? What?" The look on her face of confusion and hope
made my heart lurch. I thought I had been excited before, somehow
it was nothing compared to what was happening right here in this
conversation.

"A pretty rich old guy twice your age who can afford everything,
including college and has great health insurance and a condo in
the Loop and a party place in Winnetka, and a little ch teaux in
France, right?"

"Um, are you that guy and are you really saying what I think
you're saying?"

"Yes and yes. You don't think I'd just take you without a backup
plan did you?"

"Yeah, happens every day. Most rapists are scum."

"Yeah, I feel pretty scummy right now too. But I, well I didn't
take you to hurt you, that wasn't the main reason. I, I, I've
been under a lot of stress, killing stress, and once I snapped I
couldn't stop, but I figured I would try to make it up to you
somehow. Once you started to get into it, well, this seems to be
the best way. I, well once I had the chance to make you pregnant,
to have you and one of your babies in my life, I had to try to
inseminate you, somewhere in the process, I, started to fall for
you and I decided I never wanted to let you go."

"Somewhere around cowgirls style and `rape me'"?

"Exactly then".

"Yeah, that was a big surprise. I have to admit I got really
turned on by it. I never heard of a rapist turning the tables
like that." She punched me. Then she climbed on top of me and
kissed my tummy. I could get used to that.

"I never thought I would do anything like this at all, I never
have before. Nothing even close. My last relationship I was
totally abused by the girl I was with - no excuses, but she
ripped the hell out of my insides. I intended to stay far away
from women this whole vacation until I saw you." Then it hit me.
"Tell me this, what's a girl who could get herself kicked out of
the family by getting pregnant doing asleep while sunbathing
naked on a public beach with her legs wide open showing her pussy
for the whole world to see? It was like an invitation to be
fucked, in an embossed envelope addressed to me. I've never done
anything like this before, but you were so, so fucking hot. I
just about came just looking at you. I mean that."

"I was naked? My legs were spread wide open?" I nodded? "You
could see my pussy?"

"The whole inside. I could almost see your, your hymen from the
stairs. Not quite, it was a surprise that you still had it. If I
had known you were a virgin that probably would have stopped me.
I hope I would have woken you up and tried to seduce you rather
than just started to fuck you like that."

"That bastard Jimmy, my ex-boyfriend! We just broke up last
night. He knows I sunbathe down here every day and that I
sometimes fall asleep. He must have undressed and spread me,
opened my legs open like that; that motherfucker set me up for
you or anyone to find me. Now I don't hate you anymore. I hate
HIM! No fucking wonder. Shit. I thought you undressed me and
fucked me." She turned and looked at me. "You should never have
done that though." I shrugged and nodded. We'd covered that
ground.

"The little weasel was too chicken to take me himself, he
probably knew that if he raped me and I got pregnant the DNA
would point right to him. Man, he probably took pictures. We have
to get that camera back! Will you help me?" Of course I would.

We drove over to Jimmy's house and I kicked the door down. Then I
beat the crap out of him. She got the camera and fortunately he
had not uploaded the film, but it was close, his PC was still
booting up. Fucking Windows shit always takes forever to boot up,
thank God. I tied him to his bed and gagged him and explained
that he'd had the misfortune to have had a member of the mob with
daughters be the one to find her. That I'd agreed to kill him if
I found evidence on his computer that he'd uploaded naked
pictures of us on the internet.

The bastard was lucky. I looked through his .jpg files, moved
them into one directory and made a slideshow of them. She got
some pop from his fridge using a dishtowel to keep our
fingerprints off. While the slideshow ran, I downloaded a special
security program I had. Once I was sure that all the photos that
he had of her on his computer were non-nude, which confirmed that
he probably could not have put any nude pictures of her up online
yet.  I put the photo disk in his printer and used the security
program to do a government grade security wipe of it.

Then I used it to burn a small operating system disk for me with
a special encoded spider on it. First it would go through his
past keystrokes and log onto all his online accounts and wipe
them out. Anywhere they existed they would be gone. Anything with
money in them would be emptied into a series of offshore accounts
and transferred away into never-never land, as far as he was
concerned. All his credit would be maxed out. He would get as
much credit as possible and that would be maxed out, then that
cash would be transferred, all automatically.

Then the spider would search the web for any other computers that
he had touched and destroy and accounts and data on them.
Finally, it would do a multiple security data sweep of his
computer's hard discs, each and every system he had at home,
destroying every bit capable of holding data. Not just erasing
it. Destroying it after multiple sweeps of filling it and erasing
it. Then finally, the disk itself would be destroyed, through a
series of multiple pass burns.

The last step would be to turn off his PC fans and start a series
of complex calculations and screen manipulations designed to burn
out his monitors, cards and internal circuit boards.

If the bastard were really, really lucky, it would not start a
fire; we waited for it to get to the stage where the first sweep
of hard disk erasure had been completed before I told him that we
had destroyed all his picture files. He grinned. He obviously
thought that his online cache was safe. Then I told him about the
spider. That got to him. He begged me to call it off. I told him
what scum he was for doing what he did to his former girlfriend,
Tiffany.

"Jimmy, let me make this clear, if you are ever seen in Grand
Beach again, by me or by any of my associates, you will never be
seen again." I have found at times like these that a whisper was
much better than a boast. He could barely hear me. He was
terrified.

I decided to let the bastard discover his financial ruin and
imminent job loss later when it would only reinforce his
estimation of my power. Then I turned over his house and
confiscated any data discs, software discs and any other storage
medium I could find.

He whimpered, but I told him it was his own fault. If he had not
taken the pictures, I would not have to take such extreme
measures to protect Tiffany. Besides, I said, making sure he
could not possibly have any photos left was for his own good. If
I missed anything and he decided ever to get even with her by
publishing movies or photos of her on the Internet, I would have
to send my (imaginary) goons to torture and kill him, and, I
said; he had only set her up for rape. Had he raped her, he would
be dying slowly and painfully now, minus his testicles and skin.
That image terrified him. Even Tiffany was a little scared by
this image.


Finally I was done. I took everything he had out to the back and
started a little BBQ. He smelled the burning plastic and I told
him not to worry. His home insurance would cover the loss. I
could tell by the look in his eyes that he had none as the place
was a rental. "Too bad," I said. "Rental insurance is usually
only $50-$100 per six months", lesson learned, I guess.

Then I asked Tiffany to wait outside. As I crushed his balls with
my shoes and kicked his kneecaps I told him my goons would be
watching him. I told him that I had not destroyed his kneecaps,
this time. Next time, he would never walk again. If I ever heard
about another rape set up, he would never be found. I told him
that the full price he would pay for today's lesson was less than
he could have paid, so he should suck it up and pay it.

When I got out to my car, Tiffany had tears in her eyes. "Did you
really have to be so rough on him?

"He's up here every year right?" She nodded. "Not anymore. I
don't think he'll ever pull anything like that on any girl again.
I also didn't want to take a chance that he would try to pull
something with one of your sisters some day." That got her. She
pulled herself over to me and started weeping.

"That never occurred to me, not even once."

"And the next time might be worse. Are your parents going to
worry about you if we take a little trip back to Chicago?"

"Why should I care about them?"

"If we get married today they won't know that you got pregnant
before you got married."

She stopped and thought hard. "If you are really serious about
this, let's stop at our cottage where I can pick up some clothes,
then we'll go back to my house, so I can change and get my birth
certificate.

We drove back to Chicago and got a marriage license there. I
called Johnny Boy and my immediate family members, all who lived
downtown. She called her parents and sisters who were in town for
the day and told us to meet her in one of the courtrooms, that it
was an emergency and that they had to be there by 4 pm and to be
dressed well.

We went to Marshall Fields (It's fucking Macy's these days) and
got her a gown. We went to a jeweler and got rings. She was
stunned at the rings. I was stunned at how she looked in the
gown. I had had the rings picked out when I had planned to marry
Tana before she fucked that up. But Tana never saw them or
touched them so I felt fine giving them to Tiffany. She cried her
eyes out. It was at that moment I think that she knew I was
serious about taking care of her.

I picked up my tux from the condo at Marina city, four bedrooms.
It wasn't so bad now with Tiffany in it. She loved the view,
straight down the Chicago River and if you go out on the balcony
you can see down State Street. I called a judge, a friend of
mine. She was delighted. Her son could even be there. He was a
buddy of mine from high school. Everyone showed up in the
courtroom except us. The judge entered and sat on the bench.

She had the clerk announce court in session. She called Tiffany's
parents to the front.

"I understand that you told your minor daughter that if she got
pregnant before she got married that you would kick her out on
the streets. Is this true?"

Tiffany's parents were shocked. Her three sisters, Tara, Lisa and
Amy looked surprised and wondered what this meant. We were
watching the whole thing from a monitor in her chambers.

"You have not been brought here for this reason, but I happened
to overhear that you made this threat today and I want to give
you this stern warning. I am a family court judge. I have the
right to take away custody of your three remaining daughters and
remove permanently your rights to visit them ever again while
forcing you to pay child support for them until such time as I
decree otherwise, that obligtion may exceed the age of 18 and
vmay include mortgaging your home to pay tuition for all of your
girls through graduate school whether they marry or not. Have I
made myself crystal clear on this point?"

Tiffany's parents looked stunned.

The judge looked at them even more sternly. "I expect fast
respectful answers in my courtroom or contempt of court charges
including jail time will be following! Have I made myself clear?"
That got their attention.

"Yes, Your Honor!"

"Good. I am ordering that a social worker visit your house every
six months until all of your girls have reached the age of 21. I
expect that the social worker can report the following things:
the end of threats of expulsion from the family home prior to the
age of 18 for any reason. After the age of 18 you are within your
rights to ask them to leave. Threats to do so before then make
you, in my mind, abusive and unfit parents. After the age of 18,
I expect to hear that you have taken steps to make up for any
trauma your previous actions have caused."

"Next, because of these threats, you will bring your daughters to
the Gynecologist tomorrow and allow them to acquire and use any
form of proactive birth control methods, I repeat methods, they
choose. I don't care about your beliefs; rape is a fact of life
in this day and age. Your attitude given that was cruel and
abusive. They may have condoms in their bedroom, the living room,
every room in the house if they wish. I instruct them to try to
be discrete about it however, as I do not wish to be cruel to
you, just to protect them. The age of consent in this state is
17, not 18, that may be a surprise to you, but that is the law."

"Finally, you will undergo individual and family counseling. If
you cannot afford it the state will provide it. You are in
serious jeopardy of losing your relationship with all of your
daughters and you don't seem to know or care about it. That would
be a tragedy. I offer this to you as a chance to avoid this. I am
making it mandatory however, to give you this best chance. You
will attend these sessions on the schedule provided by my clerk.
Failure to meet the schedule will result in loss of custody and
may result in loss of visiting privileges while paying child
support to another family."

"By now you have noticed that one daughter is missing, you will
see her shortly. Partially as a result of your practices she is
leaving your household with the approval of the court. You will
forfeit the equivalent of one year's child support and four
year's tuition at the college of her choice at the time that she
elects to go. You are also expected to wholeheartedly support the
decision she has made today as a result of your pressure and
methods. Have I made myself clear?" They nodded. Now they were
even more stunned and it was clear that the loss of Tiffany was
heart wrenching to them both.

"You are both very lucky. Tiffany, somehow, still loves you both
very much and had no idea that I was going to haul you up before
me like this. She is probably as shocked as you are. She had no
idea, I repeat no idea that I was going to do this. Do you
understand me?" They nodded again.

"Good, because we have actually been invited here for a happy
occasion, would you all please rise as I ask Tiffany and Michael
to please join us from my chambers where they have been waiting
patiently for us."

When we walked in, hand in hand, Tiffany in her white and gold
gown, I in my black tuxedo with white and gold shirt, gold
cummerbund and white tie, there was a collective gasp of joy and
excitement.

"Tiffany! Michael! Oh my God, they're getting married? It's a
wedding!"

The judge continued. "There are a lot of ugly things I have to
deal with as a family court judge, but one of thing I do that
makes up for it is get to marry people and join them together for
life. Tiffany, I happen to have had the pleasure of knowing your
soon to be husband to be Michael for many years, and while you
have years between you, I know that he will be good to you,
protect you, love you, and honor you the best that he can, just
as he will promise to do now. Your parents may have many doubts
and fears as they reap the outcome of their repeated words to you
today, but they should know how lucky they are that you picked
Michael of all people to be your husband..."

Judge Kelly Monican was good at weddings. She excelled at them.
Monican had been shocked by her age when I first introduced her
to Tiffany. Monican trusted me though, and she told me later that
she liked Tiffany instinctively, at first sight.

I told her a bit of the story, that we had had impulsive
unprotected sex and that I had blown it, not realized that she
was in the middle of her cycle, what her parents had said, what
that meant to Tiffany's future, but moreover, that we were head
over heels in love.

Monican then spent quite a bit of time talking to Tiffany alone.
After that she came out and said to me, "Michael, Michael,
Michael, you are a very lucky man. How did you get a girl like
that to fall so very much in love with you in just one day?"

"She told you that? I wondered if she would." I thought to myself
that I was pretty damn lucky that Tiffany had not said something
else. Monican was a friend, yes, but she was also married to her
job and I had no doubt that if push came to shove she would feel
very sad about calling in the cops. But call them she would if
Tiffany had had a change of heart and decided to string me up.

"She did. Both of you are taking a huge risk. But you at least
have money to soften some of the stresses that come with an early
marriage, and I know you will do your best to love her. At her
core she is very sweet. Sweeter than anyone I have met in a long
time. She is the kind of girl you need. Especially after that
bitch Tana.

I wish you two would take longer, wait a while and plan things
out, but, only because I know you so very well Michael, my
conscience is clear. I would have to marry you anyway of course,
but my conscience is clear. If her parents show up, I am going to
scare them three ways from Sunday, I'm not going to tell the girl
that. No reason to tell her that of course. Can you stand to take
possession of her sisters for a few years if the parents don't
improve?"

"You know how much room I have. We could take them now."

"Can't do that. I don't have enough evidence for that. But I can
get social services involved. Michael, how could you mess up and
not use birth control the first time with her?"

"Oh, Monican, I was in the fog of love..."

"You mean lust, don't you?"

"Lovst, I guess. You use birth control when you want to stop a
birth from happening. I suddenly wanted her so badly. She was on
top, she could have rolled off. She didn't want to either."

"There is such a thing as too much information, Michael!"

"I'm sorry. She is pretty though, isn't she?"

"She's a dream. You are a lucky bastard. If you find out she
swings both ways, I would love to come over for an overnight."

"I don't think so, not so far. I could be wrong though."

"Course not." Monican smiled at me with that girly-girl smile
that killed all the girls who knew her inclinations. It killed a
lot of guys too; it just never got them anywhere, mostly. She
liked and trusted Michael for a reason did Monican. That's a
story for another time.

The ceremony was short and sweet.

"With this ring, I thee wed." As Tiffany looked into Michael's
eyes, so handsome, so full of love for her, she felt overwhelmed.
She was really doing this, getting married, pregnant and at 17.
She was doing it all on faith and trust. But so was he. She hoped
that they could live up to their promises.

Judge Monican spoke, "I now pronounce you husband and wife, you
may kiss the stuffing's out of each other, and if you'll take my
advice, couples who take the time to do that every day, don't
wind up in marriage court later. May I never see you two here in
my courtroom again unless it's to show off a baby. Go with love,
honor, hope, fidelity and with a memory of the joy and love in
your hearts that you feel in this moment to carry you through the
tough and hard times that come to all couples sooner or later. If
you have faith in yourselves and each other first, never treat
each other with contempt, all good things will flow from that.
Now kiss for goodness sakes!"

Tiffany gave me a kiss then that carried me through some long
nights alone many times in later years. I'd never been kissed
like that before and she later told me that neither had she. We
started our marriage and our lives with that kiss, slow long hot
and intimate. It stopped movement, the universe, all my sense of
space and time.

Tiffany's lips were soft and tender and sweet, yearning, hoping
searching, finding, liking, seeking, Tiffany was kissing me in a
way that I had never kissed before. She kissed me with a sense of
belonging and pride, she was truly my wife and I her husband. It
was a kind of miracle and I started to cry because I really
didn't believe that I deserved her after what had happened. She
whispered to me "We start fresh right now, husband of mine, I
love you now and forever."

"Now and forever."

Then we were mobbed. I got to kiss all the women. Tiffany's
younger sisters put a shocking amount of oomph into their kisses
and all used their tongues. I couldn't blame them. We'd given
them quite a show.

There were tears all around and the questions started to come.

"Wait! There is plenty of time for questions. But food first,
we're going to eat at La Maison Chocolate, let's meet there. When
you pull up just tell the valet's you're with the Mallory party
and they'll park you. No tipping its all taken care of."

We invited Judge Monican and a date, but she begged off, prior
plans, that she was regretful about. "Don't worry, we'll have a
post-wedding celebration with plenty of advance notice." She was
relieved.

In the limo on the way over, Tiffany reached a few friends she
couldn't before and gave them the news. The shrieks over the
phone were fun for me, they agreed to come after being told that
there was no dress code other than, "chocolate makes a mess,
don't wear anything that you'd worry about wrecking". By the time
stragglers made it there were probably about 75 people, a nice
size for an impromptu wedding party. Instead of a traditional
wedding cake, we had cakes from a bakery I like with different
fruit fillings.

The restaurant specialized in chocolate fondues, desserts but
served a great menu, and it was all on me; I could afford it,
especially today. I take that back. I thought it was on me.
Johnny pulled a fast one and put the bill on his tab behind my
back. The restaurant was only too willing since he was a silent
partner behind the joint - I hadn't known that when I picked it.
No wonder he loved the place, and brought clients there all the
time.

Tiffany's parents were very suspicious at first, but warmed as
the evening went on. Meeting my family and friends made a
difference. Seeing how happy their daughter was made a
difference. A long chat with Johnny seemed to make a big
difference. I don't know exactly what he said, but I suspect he
said something about my ability to provide for their daughter and
my desire for children. He probably also told them that I was not
much of a player, and had come close to marriage 4 times in the
past and that each of the breakups was not my fault. By the end
of the night, Tiffany's father was in good spirits and shaking my
hand and wishing me luck. He wanted to give me a check.

"Please don't. Get something physical that we can put in the
house that will mean something to Tiffany. I have plenty of cash,
we don't need it." I looked at him kindly. "Really, I'm not
rejecting your generosity, just suggesting that the same amount,
or less, would mean a lot more in china, or glassware, or
something that she's picked. If you want, I can hold the check on
the off chance that something happens to you between now and
then, but, she'll have more fun opening a physical present, or
presents, than depositing a check."

He looked at me, and gave me the biggest smile I've ever seen in
a man who had looked at me with the kind of anger and suspicion
he'd had only four hours before. "Your friend Johnny was right.
You're a good man. That's exactly what I should do. My wife said
the same thing but I wanted to do something today. A lot of men,
no matter how wealthy would have just taken the check and
expected something else too."

"You have other daughters, tuitions to pay for soon and a judge
watching your every move. Sorry about that."

"My own damn fault. Well my wife's. Though I let her do it.
Bought into it. Now they get free play. So how long do you think
before I get a grandchild?"

"Nine months give or take a few weeks, we hope. That's why the
quick wedding. She didn't want to wait and wanted to honor your
feelings. This wedding is your own damn fault." Then he did
something I didn't expect. He clapped me on the back and laughed
long and hard.

"In all the years we told the girls that, it never occurred to me
it could backfire like this. I'm going to tell them that I really
damn mean that that rule is off for good, right now." He chuckled
as he walked away.

Tiffany's mom needed more reassurance. "You really do seem to
love my daughter but I am very worried." I nodded. "But you two
seem so sure."

"I think its just one of those rare cases of love at first sight.
Your house rules played a role you know. You add love and libido
to those kinds of rules and she felt she had to make a choice. I,
well I was smitten hard and did not feel like fighting fair for
the woman I loved, but I'll tell you this, I have always been a
man of my word and I think your daughter is a woman of hers, if
anyone can go the distance, I think we can."

"I want her to go to college. I want so many things for her."

"We can afford to do anything she wants. Anything really, except
fly to the moon. That's out of reach, for now." She smiled at
that. "She wants to start a family, tonight." Her eyes bugged out
at my little white lie. "But she can go to college anywhere in
the world anytime she wants and we can afford, nannies and
typists, whatever, to make that happen."

"Really?"

"Really. I've been a workaholic since I was in high school and a
lot of things I did paid off. I bought into companies like Apple
at a few dollars a share with all my savings and sold them off,
then bought others. You get lucky enough times, you work hard a
lot, and my consultant business has a big staff. I'm ready to
retire myself except for being the honeybee that draws in new
clients. Wait till we bring you all to the chateau in France,
you'll love it. I was thinking of buying a place in Ireland too."

"Oh! I don't know what to say."

"Just be kind to your other girls. We're who they wind up with if
you're not and France is a long way from Chicago." That got to
her. She knew I was a kind man, but she knew I was serious and
cared about the girls.

"I see. I can see that you don't mean me harm either. You don't
want to break us up, do you?"

"No, that would be a tragedy. I would be heartbroken. But Tiffany
was so eager to marry me in a day for a reason. You are very
lucky it was me she met today. I could have been anyone."

That stopped her. She started crying. Weeping. "Oh, God. You are
so right. Oh, Lord. She had this nasty boy who kept trying to
bother her. If he had, Oh, you are so right. Thank you, Michael."

"Don't worry about him by the way. He's, um, decided to leave
Grand Beach for a while and reflect on the errors of his ways. I
should be grateful to him I guess. If not for him, Tiffany and I
would not have met. But, all you need to know is that your other
daughters will be safe from him up there now."

"Oh, thank you! We've been spending less time up there because of
him this year." Then she went off to find Tiffany.

What a party. It got a little wild. All of Tiffany's girlfriends
wanted to dance with me. A few felt me up. I think Tiffany did a
little describing and a few wanted to do some verifying. That got
me worked up enough that I pulled Tiffany off to the side, into
the coatroom in fact to ask her about it.

"Well yes," as she pulled her dress up to reveal that she had no
panties on and unzipped me, pulling out my rising cock, "I might
have told the girls how hard you were and how good at sex you
were." I slippd a finger into her slit and found out how wet she
was, she was ready to go! "I didn't think you would mind if they
felt you up a little, I wanted to take you in me again and I knew
it would get you ready", she said as she fed me into her pussy.
Then I slammed her into the back wall.

That time it took me only about 3 minutes to come inside her,
still she came off. Then I felt a lick from underneath that
caused me to come again immediately and pump another load into
her leaking womb. "Hey, that's impressive! You come a lot." It
was Amy. She put her face up to Tiffany's pussy and sucked some
of our mixed juices out.

"Hey, don't do that! How am I supposed to knock your sister up if
you suck all the good stuff out?"

"She's just sucking it out so she can spit it inside me!" It was
Lisa! "Then it's my turn!" It was Tare. "But then, Tiffany said
you could actually fuck me, right Tiffany? If you were good that
is." It was Amy, the youngest of the four.

"Tiffany?" I could not believe what I was hearing. She smiled.

"Well, I wanted to give you a wedding present that you'd never
forget and us girls are all ovulating today, and, well we CAN
afford to raise four babies from four mothers. Right?"

"We can but are you sure?" She nodded.

"I am so sure. I love my sisters. We've been talking about
getting knocked up together for a long time. Just had to find the
man who could let us live together. You are the right man aren't
you?"

"Yes, I love you Tiffany. I'd knock up your sisters, your Mom and
your whole roomful of friends if it would make you happy." I've
never seen such a look on a girl's face.

"You heard him sisters. Watch out husband, other than Mom, I may
hold you to that."

End Part 1

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