



                     LITTLE MARY'S ORDEAL - The Aftermath



                                             by John P

                                        Copyright© 2011


Tied to the bed, my little girl had pleaded with me not to fuck
her, to please let her go. I had ignored her pleas of course and
had 'raped' the child, pumping my hot spunk deep inside her as
she screamed for me not to. I had forced my tongue between her
lips, filling her mouth with it, and she had sucked on it as my
hips had thrust back and forth as I bred her.

"Please, mister, please let me go! I won't tease you again! I
promise I won't!" These were the words she used each time I
'raped' her. These games we played were beginning to worry me
although I never told her. We had gone from simple 'rape' to
simple bondage and it wasn't until I saw her on the computer
accessing a website on dominance and submission that I understood
where she had got the idea that I should tie her up before
'raping' her.

It had been 10 days since my daughter had been returned to me
from the Turkish family which had trained her in the art of
sexual fulfillment. The 13-year-old daughter who had gone
willingly to a Turkish boy's house, and had been fucked in each
hole by many men and boys for 9 days, had also been taught the
delights of girl and woman sex, and she had been extremely
popular with the females of the household too as she gave and
received sexual attention most enthusiastically.

As she lay on her bed, her arms outspread and still tied to the
bedposts, I played with her little nipples, pulling them away
from her beasts and then releasing them again. Her little pussy
had begun to leak the spunk I had just shot into her and I lay
between her legs to lick her hole clean of the mixture of spunk
and pussy-juice which I found most satisfying to taste.

My oral ministrations had the desired effect and in less than a
minute, her hips were bucking as she screamed out her intense
orgasm. I stayed there, my mouth fixed to her fuck-hole, as more
of her juices leaked from her cunt. The sweetness of her
cum-juice was my drug and the thought of being without it brought
me to the same level as the junkies who would do absolutely
anything to get their next fix. I was besotted with my daughter
and my only wish was to please her, to give her all the sex that
she desperately needed.

When her thrashing thighs had stilled, she had looked at me with
those half-closed eyes, her face a picture of peace and
satisfaction. The 'rape' was over and she had climaxed intensely,
and I reached up to release her from her bonds so that we could
cuddle each other before we went to sleep. This had been the
third time today that I had 'raped' her but I knew that before
the night was over, she would wake me so that I would do it to
her again.

My desire for these activities was not diminished by my need to
breed Mary but the physical effort required to keep the little
girl fulfilled. In plain language, I was afraid that I could not
keep up with her constant need for sex! I had to do something but
apart from bringing men to the house to help me to 'rape' her, I
could see no other solution.



Two days later, she announced, "Daddy, I'm pregnant!"

My heart stood still as I digested the words she had spoken so
softly. My head spun as thoughts flooded it, the most prevalent
being the picture of the cell door being firmly closed behind me.
Incest! Dear God! What can I do? What will SHE do?

"How do you know, Mary?" I asked, clutching at straws. "You might
be wrong!"

"My period has never been late... till now. I should have got it
6 days ago," she said softly, taking my hand in hers.

She snuggled up to me then and my arm went around her, fatherly
now, not lustful. She was calm, composed, and it compared most
favourably to the parent who was distraught, seized with remorse
and looking round frantically for some indication of salvation.
She looked into my panic-stricken face and she understood my
concern.

"It must be one of the Turks, Daddy. They came in me more than
100 times in those 9 days and I was in the middle of my fertile
time."  Her careful assessment startled me and the grown-up way
she was handling this was in stark contrast to my own flailing
disposition.

When I looked lost, she explained, "We learnt it at school,
Daddy. Two weeks after your period ends is when you are most
likely to get pregnant. All the Turks were fucking me then,
pumping all their spunk into me."

Why did I sigh with relief then? If she was pregnant, the baby
wasn't mine! Just then, I felt a pang of disappointment. I had to
make a decision about what to do. Somebody had to sort this mess
out and I was the parent, wasn't I?

In a moment of foolishness, I asked Mary, "Do you want to keep
it?"

She looked at me in disbelief and answered, "Of course I do,
Daddy. It's MY baby... and your grandchild."

I felt ashamed then, mostly from the realisation that I didn't
know my own daughter well enough that I needed to ask the
question.

When I said, "We'll go round to see the Turks tomorrow," she
hugged me and whispered, "It will be nice to see them all again."



At 3 p.m. the next afternoon, we drove up the driveway to the
impressive mansion and I whistled to myself at the unabashed
luxury which was in evidence everywhere I looked. Three gardeners
worked on the lawns and flowerbeds while two more men were taking
care of the enormous pool which I could see lay behind the house
as we drove along the curved driveway until we eventually stopped
outside the massive front doors to the house.

The door opened to my knock and we were admitted to a large
hallway and it was then that two women and a little girl
recognised Mary and rushed up to her, kissing and hugging her,
chattering wildly as each one bombarded her with questions. Mary
lifted the 5-year-old child, saying, "Hello, Talya. Have you been
a good girl since I've been gone?" and the child smiled broadly,
throwing her arms around Mary's neck and hugging her.

The man who had admitted us introduced himself as Cavit and he
seemed slightly embarrassed as he asked if I would care to speak
to his father. After I said yes, I wondered briefly if he was one
of the men who had fucked my daughter so many times. He led the
way to a large room and introduced me to a man in his 60s, his
father, who stood as I entered and held out his hands in a
gesture of welcome.

"You are most welcome. My name is Demir. I see that you have
brought Mary to visit us," he said most affably. "The women and
children have missed her so much since she left. Please sit. May
I offer you a drink?"

When I said, "Whiskey, please," I thought for a moment that I had
committed some gaffe, some faux-pas, because religious Muslims
are forbidden alcohol. But he said nothing, and when he returned
from the drinks cabinet, there were two whiskey glasses in his
hands and we drank them together.

After a few pleasantries had been exchanged, he asked after Mary.
I wasn't quite sure how I should answer him but he had detected
consternation in my attitude and he asked then if something was
wrong.

"She's pregnant!" I blurted out.

After a short pause, he said, "I see." Another short pause and
then he said, "It happened here?" and I nodded. His face remained
inscrutable so I was unable to gauge the reaction that the news
had on him.

After a moment, he said, "Would you like to see the house?" and
when I said, "Yes," he began the tour. "You will stay for
dinner?" he asked and I accepted his offer. As we entered the
kitchen, he introduced his wife and told her that Mary and I
would be joining them for dinner.

We moved on until we reached a huge lounge and there was Mary,
surrounded by a dozen women and girls, and I noticed that Mary
was smiling broadly as they all chattered together, the smaller
children gathered around Mary's knees a she spoke to their
mothers. It was, I suppose, a domestic scene that had been denied
to Mary since her mother had gone and I rebuked myself for not
realising that this was what Mary missed so much.

Climbing a broad winding staircase, Demir showed me the first
floor and when we peered into one of the rooms, a boy about 14
looked up and something passed between us. He was the prettiest
boy I had ever seen and his soft eyes and long hair gave him a
feminine look. When he was introduced to me as Sabri, we shook
hands and his long fingers and soft skin made me feel quite
strange but in a nice way. Demure in manner, he fluttered his
long eyelashes at me and something stirred in my pants. What a
looker he was!

I was so thoroughly engrossed in the boy that I hadn't noticed
Demir wanting to continue the tour and a discreet cough from him
brought back my attention to the matter in hand. I looked
sheepishly at the old man and we left the room, and as I looked
behind me on leaving, the boy was still staring after me.

The house was palatial and comprised of many rooms on three
floors. The furnishings and decorations were western in style and
the religious artifacts I had expected to see were absent. This
was a thoroughly western household. After being shown around the
third floor, we descended more wide stairs at the back of the
house and we entered the rear gardens. Two pools were here, both
large, and some of the men entertained their children there,
splashing around and in some cases, teaching them to swim. Each
person was introduced to me and the impression I received was one
of close family ties where bonding with each other was paramount.

We returned to the old man's room and seated ourselves once more.
Two women entered and asked if they could bring us anything and
Demir asked for more drinks for us. When they had been made and
delivered, we sipped them and I was surprised when the old man
asked if Mary and I would stay the night. Thinking about Mary and
all the friends she had obviously made here, I accepted and Demir
looked delighted.

When the meal was ready, we went along to the dining room and
Mary and I were the guests of honour, being seated on each side
of the old man. The small children were taken care of on another
table but even so, there were 18 of us seated at the main table.
The sumptuous meal was served by two servants who were fully
occupied in filling wine glasses and replenishing dishes as the
contents were eaten.

I looked over at Mary and saw her face, smiling as she chatted
with men and women alike, and I realised again the social aspect
that I had neglected at our own home. She looked so relaxed and
happy, and the mature way that she conversed with everybody was
something of a surprise. She was a young woman, I realised, and
she chatted without awkwardness or embarrassment and I felt so
proud of her.

My attention kept going to Sabri, the boy whom I found so pretty,
and each time our eyes met, he blushed most attractively. This, I
was to find out later, did not go unnoticed by others. Mary
noticed also the attraction between us and when I caught her
staring at me, I blushed too.

After the meal, some of the men and boys drifted away but the
conviviality of those who remained made for a most pleasant
evening and once it was time for bed, Mary and I were shown to a
room containing a double bed where we were expected to sleep
together. I wondered then if Mary had made clear our new
relationship to the family and I guessed, rightly as it turned
out, that she had expressed a desire to sleep with me.
Surprisingly Mary left the door to our room open and I was to
discover later that it was the norm for the family.

"Will you fuck me, Daddy?" she whispered and she took my hand and
brought my fingers against her wet knickers. "I've been wanting
you all night," she giggled. When she pulled off her T-shirt, she
was naked beneath and her little breasts stood proud in the dim
light of our bedroom. I started to undress myself and she
watched, stripping off the rest of her clothes as she waited for
my hard cock to be revealed. I watched her too, seeing the almost
hairless pussy as her knickers were pulled down and we climbed
onto the bed, kissing each other as our hands caressed each
other's body.

"I can't wait, Daddy! Do it now! Fuck your big cock in me!" Her
voice was urgent, demanding, and I knelt between her open legs
and pushed my knob against her waiting hole. "Push, Daddy! Push
hard!" she hissed and she wriggled to force herself onto my
shaft.

As my cock slid into her wet cunt, she sighed audibly and she
brought her heels up behind my buttocks in an effort to draw me
into her pussy. I fucked her hard, full-stroking her with each
thrust and she moaned each time I banged against her cervix with
my big knob. She was becoming more vocal as my fucking continued
and I knew that I couldn't last much longer so when I felt my
spunk rising, I cried out, "I'm cumming!" and she held me tight
as she felt my hot spunk splash the walls of her cunt.

"Fill me, Daddy! Shoot me full of spunk!" she cried and I groaned
as each gob of my semen left my pee-slit and coated her cervix.
In spite of her arousal and the feeling of my spunk filling her,
Mary noticed a movement at the door and spotted the naked Sabri
watching us, his cock stiff in his hand. Her hand left my back
and she motioned for him to join us but he disappeared instead.

When my balls were empty and the jerking of my cock inside my
daughter's pussy had ceased, I lay on her and we rested, kissing
each other gently as my cock softened until it was finally forced
out of her. Then I lay beside her, touching her with my fingers,
and she looked past me to see a figure at the door.

"Daddy, can Mehmet fuck me now?" she asked, indicating a tall
sturdy man at the door with a long thick erection in his hand. I
nodded and moved off the bed, making room for him to lie beside
her, and she smiled at him, kissing him and feeling for the large
erection and feeding it with her hand into her already wet
fuck-hole. I watched as he pushed forward and she let out a cry
as his thick cock was buried fully inside her.

"Hurt me, Mehmet! Let Daddy watch you fuck me hard!" Her words
shocked me and I watched the pair as he fucked hard into her. As
I circled the bed, I could see his large balls from behind and
his brown bum-hole above. His powerful hips slammed into her and
she moaned as she felt each thrust of his large shaft as it
rubbed against her tight pussy-lips.

"Look, Daddy! Watch him fuck your filthy daughter! I'm a slut,
Daddy! Watch him fuck your dirty slut!" Her words aroused me and
it was bringing Mehmet to an early climax.

"Mary!" he called out and I watched from behind as his balls were
pulled up into his groin and his seed spilled into my young
daughter. It was a magnificent sight to see my little girl being
filled with spunk by another man and I wondered briefly if that
made me some kind of pervert. I crouched down on the floor behind
him and watched his spunk-tube pulsing between his balls and his
bum-hole as his sperm were pumped deep inside her little cunt and
I understood why she was so desperate to have men cum inside her.

Her arms were round his neck and she was kissing his shoulder and
neck as his thick cock filled her with potent spunk and I felt a
desire to fondle his balls in an attempt to make sure that she
got every sperm from him. I resisted however and instead
contented myself by watching his buttocks tense with each gob of
spunk that he shot into her.

"Oh Mary, you're beautiful," he moaned into her ear and she
hugged him tighter, pulling him with her heels further into her
cunt.

As the jerking of his cock inside her stopped, she whispered into
his ear, "That was wonderful, Mehmet. Your wives are very lucky."

A couple of minutes later, he pulled his big cock from her and I
could see spunk oozing from her ravaged cunt. The sight was
arousing me again and Mehmet noticed it but he said nothing as he
left us and went back to his wife's bed.

I climbed on the bed and lay beside Mary, stroking her body with
my fingers as she started to kiss me. "Thankyou, Daddy, for
letting him fuck me," she said softly. "I love cock so much."

After a minute or two, she said softly, "I think somebody is
waiting for you, Daddy," and when I looked puzzled, she said,
"Sabri wants you. He was watching as you fucked me." When she saw
the embarrassed look on my face, she added, "It's alright, Daddy.
I know you want him too. I saw the pair of you looking at each
other. I'll take you to him," and she got out of bed and stood on
the floor, her hand taking mine and pulling me towards the door.

As we tiptoed naked along the corridors, I glanced into each room
as we passed. When I saw a couple involved with a child, I
stopped to watch. A 17-year-old girl was licking the pussy of a
tiny 12-year-old as a man about 40, sporting a thick erection and
stroking it slowly, watched them. When the girl finished licking
the child, I distinctly heard her say to the man, "She's ready,
husband. Fuck her now so that she can bear you a fine son."

What the...! Mary whispered, "They are both his wives, Daddy. The
first wife has given him two daughters so he married the little
one to try and make sons in her."

I watched as the 17-year-old wife guided her husband's cock into
the child's wet pussy and she held the child's hand as the
fucking began, stroking her brow gently when the pain of taking
the thick cock became too much. "Shhh, little one. You have been
married only two days. It will become easier as the days pass and
our husband will always be gentle with you." The older wife's
soothing voice had the desired effect on the child and in an
effort to make the fucking more enjoyable for the young one, she
stroked the child's clitoris with a wet finger, occasionally
touching their husband's shaft as he fucked the child deeply.

"Come on, Daddy," Mary hissed. "Sabri needs you," and she pulled
me by the hand away from the sight of the three lovers.

On the next floor up, she brought me to the boy's room and I
stopped dead at the doorway when I saw what was happening inside.
Sabri lay face down on the bed, a pillow beneath his hips. He was
clad in skimpy blue knickers and a small bra, and a naked girl
about 16 years of age pounded his bottom with a strap-on dildo,
one of her hands pulling aside the gusset of his knickers. His
head was to the side and a boy about 12 years old was fucking his
little dick into Sabri's mouth.

"It's his sister," Mary whispered. "He needs cock and the men
don't want to do him. He wears the clothes so that it's easier
for his sister to treat him as a girl."

My cock was stirring now and soon stood erect as I watched
Sabri's body react to the fucking of the dildo and I heard too
his moaning as his sister worked his bottom. I could just see his
face as the young boy fucked his mouth and he looked angelic, his
pretty face and long hair completing the picture of a young girl
being made love to. When the young boy trembled and groaned, I
knew that Sabri was tasting the boy's cum, probably not for the
first time. As the boy's trembling became less, he stroked
Sabri's face and kissed him lightly on the cheek, and seconds
later, he pulled out his little dick and left him, passing us as
he left the room.

Mary led me soundlessly to the side of the bed and made me kneel
there, moving me forward with one hand while her other hand
brought Sabri's head closer so that my cock touched his lips. He
looked up at me and opened his mouth at once, taking in my knob
and licking the pee-slit. Mary stood beside us to watch and when
I noticed a movement, I saw that Mary was holding the hand of the
sister who fucked my cock-sucker.

As Sabri sucked me, his sister spoke quietly to Mary as she
fucked her brother's arse. "He needs a husband, Mary. He needs
this more each day and I'm not sure I can give him enough."

I looked down at Sabri again and I stroked his hair and his back.
His frame was slight, his limbs displaying no sign of male
muscle, and his skin was soft to my touch. He was indeed a girl
to all intents and purposes, albeit he was lacking a pussy but as
I watched his anal ring stretched wide by the dildo which gave
him great pleasure, my desire to replace the rubber thing with my
own flesh was overwhelming.

Mary had been watching my face and she seemed to know what I
wanted. She held her hand out to me and led me to climb on the
bed and as Sabri's sister pulled out the dildo from her brother's
bottom, I placed myself between his legs and plunged my cock
inside his bottom. He moaned as I pushed into him deeply and he
sighed audibly as I thrust back and forth inside his hot wet
rectum.

"Oh John!" he breathed, "It's wonderful!"

His sister held aside the gusset of his knickers as I rammed my
cock deep into her brother and she smiled with satisfaction as he
moaned and sighed repeatedly. I lay on his back as I fucked him
and he felt for my hand, holding it as I became more gentle in my
love-making. I kissed his neck, his shoulder and the part of his
face that I could reach.

His sister's hand disappeared from under my hips and when I
looked round, the standing girls were kissing, each one fondling
the other's body. I returned my attention to the boy beneath me
and whispered, "I'm going to pull your knickers down. Is that
OK?" and he nodded. He sighed as my cock left his body and I
pulled the pretty blue knickers down to just under his tight
little buttocks but when I thrust gently into him again, he found
my hand once more and squeezed it.

I wasn't gay but I was having feelings for this boy that I
couldn't understand. In my past, there had been the occasional
wanking or sucking of other boys and men but there had been
nothing of an emotional nature, certainly nothing like the
feelings I was currently experiencing. I began kissing him again,
my tongue worming its way into his ear, and he moaned my name out
loud.

The girls were on the floor behind me and I heard Sabri's sister
speaking. "Sit on my face, Mary. Let me taste your daddy's
spunk," and I heard Mary sigh as the girl's tongue must have been
licking the spunk from her cunt.

My own climax was imminent and I whispered into my lover's ear,
"I'm going to cum, darling Sabri!" and he cried out, "Fill me,
John. Pump it all into me!"

Mary panted somewhere behind me as beneath me, Sabri lay still,
waiting for hot spunk to splash the walls of his rectum for the
first time in his young life. When he felt my cock jerk and the
first gob of hot semen sprayed inside him, he went ballistic.

"John! John! I can feel it! I can feel your spunk in me!" His
cries must have woken the entire household but I was past caring
about such trivialities. "I love you, John!" he cried and he
trembled, and for the first time, I realised that I was having
similar feelings for him.

"I love you, Sabri!" I gasped as my orgasm continued and I felt
his bottom ripple as it tried desperately to milk my cock of
every drop of semen. I wanted to kiss him, to put my tongue into
his mouth and taste him, but from our position, it wasn't
possible. Next time, I would fuck him face to face.

My balls finally emptied themselves into the boy and I lay on top
of him, kissing where I could reach. "That was wonderful, John,"
he mumbled and it was then that I realised that he was still
holding my hand. This wasn't just sex; it was love-making.

As I pulled my softening cock from his bum, I raised myself and
glanced at the girls. Mary was sitting on the other girl's face
and then she bent forward so that they were in a 69 and she
licked the older girl's pussy, eliciting moans of delight from
the pleasure-seeking girl.

I turned over my own lover and saw for the first time the swell
of a tiny pair of breasts under the training bra which he wore.
When I pushed up the bra, I had to kiss the tiny tits and suck on
the under-developed nipples. He was a beautiful girl, both in
face and body, and the only thing which confirmed the fact of his
gender was the hard but delicate dick which stood proudly erect
and the small balls which nestled between his legs, just above
the waistband of his knickers which I had pulled down earlier.

He was perfect and, as he looked up at me with those limpid dark
eyes, I bent and kissed him gently on his soft full lips. My
tongue pushed past them and I tasted for the first time a boy's
mouth. Alternately he sucked and licked my tongue, feeling with
his soft hands my chest muscles and my muscular upper arms and
shoulders. His touch was that of a girl feeling the unfamiliar
body of a man for the first time, gentle yet testing the
unfamiliar density of muscle and flesh, so different to that of a
woman.

As we kissed, I felt his hard dick and it jerked at my touch. I
cupped his balls in my hand, my forefinger extending so that I
could feel his bum-hole and I felt my slippery spunk as it oozed
from his well-fucked hole. When he felt my finger there, he
pulled my hand to his mouth and he licked my wet finger, sucking
the whole digit into his mouth and licking it clean.

His dick was still hard and I knew I had to make my lover cum, to
let him spill his seed, and I moved to lie between his open legs.
When I surrounded his dick with my mouth, he gasped audibly, and
when I move my tongue around his knob, his hands flew to my head
and he held me there. I sucked his shaft, moving my head up and
down, and when I fondled his balls with my fingers too, his hips
began to buck.

I felt two pairs of hands on my buttocks and realised that the
girls had finished their pleasuring of each other and were
watching the boy on the bed experiencing his first blowjob. They
then knelt each side of the bed, close enough to see the sexual
act in great detail, and their hands went to the boy's chest to
pinch and stroke his breasts. When each girl licked and sucked
his erect nipples, he was in paroxysms of pleasure and it was
then that he came, shooting his hot spunk into my mouth, groaning
loudly.

"Oh John!" he cried between clenched teeth as his cock erupted,
jerking and pumping a surprising quantity of hot semen to the
back of my throat. The girls stopped their sucking of his nipples
and watched my face as I gladly accepted the boy's outpourings,
looking at each other and smiling as they witnessed my undoubted
pleasure at swallowing another male's spunk.

When the boy's pumping had stopped and my mouth had stopped
sucking, Mary whispered in my ear, "Stay with him tonight, Daddy.
His sister wants to sleep with me."

After they left us, I lay beside him, kissing him gently now and
without lust. When he asked me if I would stay with him, I
answered yes and he cuddled up close to me and I put my arm
around his feminine body, stroking his little buttocks as I felt
his breasts pressing hard against my chest. I pulled up his
knickers so that his bottom was covered but my fingers stroked
instead the flimsy material over his buttocks and I realised then
that he felt just like a girl to me.

In the morning, I awoke my little angel and we began to make love
again, unaware of the two adults and four children watching us
from the doorway. They witnessed me pump another load of hot
spunk into his bottom and when I finally realised we had an
audience, I watched as a mother fingered her 10-year-old daughter
inside her knickers and made her cum.

I had to return to our room and as I walked naked along the
corridors, I encountered several women and children, all of whom
checked out the soft cock swinging between my legs. Reaching our
room, I was in time to watch the end of the girls' climaxes from
the 69 they had been enjoying. Mary was on top but had collapsed
onto the other girl's body as her orgasm had washed over her. The
pussy that Mary had been sucking had been unusually hairy and I
saw the glistening of Mary's saliva and the girl's cum-juice on
the thick thatch of her pubic hair.

Not wanting to disturb them, I went through into the bathroom and
showered in preparation for going down to breakfast. Mary joined
me a few minutes later and we washed the signs of sex from each
other's body but only after I had answered her questions about
what had happened with Sabri. When she asked me directly if I
loved him, I blushed a deep shade of red and she cried
exultantly, "I knew it! I knew you loved him!" and she hugged me
tightly.

Ablutions completed, we walked downstairs together and found half
of the large family already eating. "Come in. Sit down and eat,"
invited the old man's wife and we joined the others at the table.
The servants brought out the food and, as we ate, knowing smiles
were being directed at me.

Sabri was there too, dressed as he was in T-shirt and jeans, and
he looked at me in a way I can only describe as adoring. The
women noticed this and it seemed that a general approval was
placed upon our relationship. With such a large family, I could
not envisage anything occurring in the house which would go
unnoticed.

After breakfast, Sabri invited me to walk in the garden with him
and when we were out of sight of the house, he kissed me.

"Thankyou for last night and this morning," he said, and I
realised how awkward it was for him to say that. It was his first
mating and he wasn't sure of the etiquette which must be followed
for such an event.

"You were wonderful, Sabri," I said as I kissed his lips. His
hand took mine and he brought it to his chest underneath his
T-shirt and I felt him press it to his small breast. He was naked
under his T-shirt, having left of his bra, and I felt his nipple
stiffen as my fingers scraped over it. We were standing next to a
garden bench and he nodded to it and asked, "Will you fuck me
again, John?" and how could I say no to him?

I knelt and pulled down his jeans, and found to my delight a pair
of white knickers covering his dick and balls and I kissed them
over the material. He pulled my head into his crotch, sighing as
my lips and tongue made his knickers wet while I fondled his
genitals. When I couldn't wait any longer, I bent him over the
seat and pulled down his knickers to just below his buttocks. His
puckered rosebud looked inviting and when I tongue-fucked his
hole, he began to tremble.

"Please, John, let me suck your cock," he said and I moved next
to him and he took it into his mouth without changing his
position bending over the bench. When he had made my cock
completely wet, I moved behind him and inserted my cock into his
bottom, listening to him moan as it inched inside him. When he
felt my pubic hair against his bottom, he knew then that he had
every inch of me inside him and he started to move back and
forth, fucking my cock with his incredibly tight bottom.

When he felt my cock suddenly expand inside him, he wailed as my
cock jerked and I started to fill the boy with hot spunk. This
brought two young girls who thought that someone was hurt but
they withdrew when they saw our love-making, looking back as they
left to see their family member being royally fucked by the man
who had brought back their beloved Mary to them.

Once Sabri had received all my semen, he turned and knelt before
me, licking clean the cock that had pleased him so much by
pumping his bottom full of hot spunk. He kissed me then, letting
me taste my own spunk on his tongue, and he bent down to pull up
his knickers and jeans before going back to the house to clean
his bottom of the spunk that oozed out of his hole and soiled his
knickers.

I followed him into the house and when I entered the large living
area, one of the old man's sons asked if I would see his father.
When I said yes, I was led into the patriarch's room and he
offered me a drink which I was pleased to accept. He took one
himself and joined me on one of the sofas dotted around the room.

"I have a proposition," he announced, "and I'd like your
opinion."

As I sat back, he began. "Mary is pregnant and we don't know who
the father is. Correct?" and I nodded. "One of my sons or
sons-in-law or indeed one of my grandsons is responsible.
Correct?" Again I nodded. "So she can't marry the father because
we don't know who he is."

Marriage had certainly not been in my thoughts until he mentioned
it but I couldn't deny that she had seemed so happy when I had
brought her here and the family had welcomed her like a sister or
daughter. I was ashamed to realise that they were giving her what
I could not, a social life. Although they had sexed her
constantly, she was a willing, even enthusiastic partner, and she
had sought out partners too for her own sexual gratification,
just as any adult would. I just couldn't see her as any kind of
victim in this whole scenario so how could I be angry with any of
the family?

"Another point," he continued, "is that you seem to have formed a
romantic attachment to my grandson Sabri. Correct?" and I had to
agree.

"Sabri," he went on, "is the problem or at least his inclination
is. Turkish culture assumes any such practice as men having sex
together as being impossible." His eyes twinkled then and he
continued, "You and I both know that it is widespread and many
men enjoy each other but our culture, ancient though it is,
refuses to bring itself up to date and consequently a man cannot
marry or be with another man."

He took a swallow of whiskey and refilled his glass, topping mine
up too before returning the decanter to its stand.

"Do you want to be with Sabri?" he asked and I nodded.

"Very well. This is my proposal. You and Mary come here to live.
You marry Sabri as a girl and I supply you with a dowry of say...
250, 000 pounds. We are a wealthy family and you will no longer
need to work. As Mary's father, you would be a high-ranking
family member. It might sound strange to you, but there is a
hierarchy in our culture which has remained the same for
thousands of years. It is the Turkish way."

I took a swig of whiskey then, wondering what to say to the old
man. Then a question came to me.

"What about Mary's education?" I asked and he replied, "As a
member of our family, she would have the same fine tutors that
educate the other children. We have fine doctors and lawyers in
the extended family and as such, we are self-contained in that
regard."

"What about the family's attitude to Sabri and my relationship?"
I asked.

His eyes twinkled again and he said calmly, "They know about such
things of course but they pretend that Sabri is a girl and nobody
minds that he wants a man. This way, their consciences are clear
when they look at the situation in that light and no-one cares
what he does from a moral standpoint. I know that his mother is
anxious for his happiness and she would welcome a man who would
marry him and make him happy. Please say yes."

"There's something else you should know about our culture," he
went on. "It's outrageous in this day and age but our men are
entitled to have sex with any woman but the women are barred from
sex with men. Strangely, none of the women in the house object
and I wonder if our ancestors already knew that it would be so
when our culture developed. We are also polygamous, taking as
many wives as we can afford to support. You would be entitled to
as many as 18 wives if you chose to marry more than once."

My mind jumped back to the child who had just been married at age
12 to an older man and my cock jumped at the possibilities.

"Think about it, John. I would like you to say yes but it's your
choice ultimately," he said.

I had to talk to Mary and so I excused myself and sought her out.
She was with a young girl, maybe 15 years old, who had given
birth to a boy just two weeks earlier. The girl was showing Mary
how to put a nappy on the baby and she seemed to be enjoying the
lesson immensely. "There you are, little man," she said to the
baby and she cuddled him to her as the mother watched.

"I need to talk to you, Mary," I said and the mother took back
the child and left us to out privacy. I explained the old man's
proposal to her and she looked at me nervously as she asked,
"What will you do?" When I asked what she herself wanted, she
said, "Can we do it, Daddy?" and then I knew. She wanted to stay
but was afraid that it might seem to me like a rejection.

Then her eyes sparkled as she said, "I hope that you getting
married to Sabri won't stop you from fucking me often. I need
Daddy cock too!" and she laughed, throwing her arms around my
waist and hugging me tight.



The day of the wedding came and I was nervous of seeing my bride
dressed in her finery. Mary had helped me to dress and members of
the family had come to see if they could help. Their joy at the
forthcoming event was plain to see and the men shook my hand and
said how lucky I was.

When I saw Sabri, I gasped. She looked every bit female, her
make-up done by the women of the family and her clothes
resplendent. She was beautiful and I wanted to kiss her but I had
to wait. The holy man had arrived and we stood before him as he
rambled on in Turkish, blessing our union and conveniently
omitting the bit about hoping for many babies to be born to us.
When it was over, I took Sabri in my arms and kissed her. I felt
her dick stiffen against me and I whispered that I couldn't wait
to take her to bed again, and she blushed most attractively.

Everybody crowded round us, kissing my bride and shaking my hand
and the party that would last 3 days began. Mary kissed us both
and whispered, "Be gentle with her, Daddy," and she grinned at
me. To Sabri, she whispered, "He'll be a good husband to you. I
hope you won't mind sharing him with me sometimes," she grinned
and Sabri whispered back, "There's enough man there for both of
us," smiling at my daughter.

In bed that night, I undressed my bride and when I removed her
dress, I was pleasantly surprised by the yellow knickers which
hid her erection from view but tented out enticingly so that I
knelt and captured her dick between my lips, running my lips
along the length of it and soaking her knickers. Mary stood in
the doorway but didn't disturb us and her hand inside her white
knickers moved rhythmically as she watched the consummation of
our marriage develop.

Apart from her bra and knickers, my bride was naked, and when I
finally stripped her of those, her cock stood erect, her balls
beneath promising sperm in abundance when the time would come for
her ejaculation. She sank to her knees before me and undressed
me, kissing the cock that would be forever hers, and she began
then to suck in earnest.

Mary witnessed our love-making, bringing herself to climax just
before my spunk shot deeply into Sabri's hot bottom. My bride's
shout of pleasure as I came hard into her bottom must have been
heard all over the house and several guests downstairs looked
knowingly at each other and smiled. Their young Sabri would be
happy now with her new husband and their number would increase
when Mary gave birth to the baby, an event to which everybody
looked forward.

Life would never be better than this, especially when Sabri made
me promise to make Mary pregnant again as soon as possible after
the baby was born. I could only nod agreement because Sabri's
dick was filling my mouth when she asked me. Why was this girl's
spunk so sweet in my mouth?

END



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