Bringing Up Daughters Part II 

By LuvsItWet

Copyright @ 2009

Chapter 22


"Honey, I was thinking... that house you like up by Nick and Rhonda's is up for sale. The sign says it's "Fee Simple", and Rhonda says it's maybe even larger than theirs. With the girls growing up as fast as they are, it would be nice if they each had their own room."

Sandy and I were lying in bed in the mellow afterglow of a really good fuck. She had went over to the windward side earlier in the day to retrieve our two little waifs after an extended four day stay with the Senator and his entourage. The old gentleman himself had called Tuesday morning and begged us to let him keep them for a few more days.

Sandy didn't return with the girls until nearly eight in the evening. She had some wild story about being captured by an African prince and raped all afternoon. The only way she was able to get away, according to her, was that she had to promise him that she would let him have her body any time he was in Hawaii. I didn't believe a word of it until later when I was eating her pussy. Swollen, red, and filled to the brim with some strange man's sperm. The big question in my mind at the time was: Could it have been rape? And if so, had it really been a black man? I couldn't tell for sure just by taste but decided not to involve the police without further proof.

The girls were a mess. Pammy wandered around like a zombie. Tammy was in a similar simi-comotose state but worse. Sandy told me she thought maybe both of them had been given tranquilizers of some sort to keep them quieted down. When I gave them their baths I could see why. And they needed baths. They were crusted with dried cum and smelled like dead fish. Both of them were pretty badly roughed up. The Senator had kept them to himself for the past two nights and they each had fresh love bites on their necks, tummies and inner thighs.

Tammy was in much worse condition around her little vulva and breast buds, though. She couldn't tell me what had left the deep bruises and the scabbed over cuts on her inner labia and nipples. All she could remember was that it made her feel really good and that she had been blindfolded and hanging by her arms when it was happening to her. That old son-of-a-bitch did like to hurt little girls. He told me some months later that it was sharp toothed electrical gadgets called aligator clips that he had attached to Tammy's cunt lips and to her little titties.

Sandy tended to their cuts and scrapes and tucked them both in. They slept well that night. Our babies were young, they would heal quickly.

Then I had provided soothing first aid to my little honey's leaking honey pot and heard the story of her narrow escape from the clutches of that big bad black man. Then she had fucked me silly.

"I think it even has a small pool in the back yard." Sandy was slowly stroking my chest and playing very nicey-nice. She knew how to get what she wanted.

"With the raise that goes with the new part of my job, we could probably afford it. It would be a lot closer to work and to the club. Would you like to look at it Saturday?" Rhetorical question!

"I'll call the agent in the morning." She said with a very self satisfied smile.

The monday morning after the big beach party, I had stopped in to see my commanding officer as he had asked. He was on the phone as usual and waved me to take a seat. I couldn't help but think of him as I had seen him the previous day on the beach. Nude and with a limp, wet little willie that he had just pulled out of his youngest daughter. And her cute little pussy leaking his spermless daddy cum onto the blanket. I had a lump in my whites thinking about it by the time the boss got off the phone.

"Tim, glad you guys got home all right last night. The Pali at night, and half fucked up, is a bitch. We decided to stay over and come in this morning. I don't think Darlene or Pat slept at all last night until I got 'em in the car this morning."

"My gals were pretty whipped, too. You knew that Pammy and Tammy stayed out at the beach?"

"Yeah, I saw Pammy this morning. She spent the night with Pat and her new boyfriend. Didn't see Tammy though. Heard she was with the Senator."

"Listen, Tim. What I wanted to see you about... I"m going to be rotated in a few months unless I can wrangle an extension, and I don't want to leave you in bad situation. My replacement might not be as understanding about your "Special Duty" status here with me.

"Oops!" I thought. "Here it comes..." I could see my good deal flying out the window. Just when it was starting to look much better.

"What I was thinking is that we could transfer you to the Inactive Reserves if you want to stay in the Navy. Or we can just arrange for a discharge. Honorable, of course. You only have a couple years left on this enlistment and I think we can manage to have that disappear. I like to keep good sailors but in your case, it might be a good idea to make a clean break. What do you think?"

"Well sir, er, Sean... the job at the hospital has been a pretty good deal and looks like it's getting bigger. And better. The guys last night said something about a lot of travel and that would make it rough to still make regular musters. If you know what I mean." I said with a grin.

"I'll check with Sandy, but I think the discharge would probably be best. I don't want to get anyone in trouble." I added.

"Just leave a message with the number I gave you when you decide. I'll take care of it."

Monday night, Sandy and I decided to become card carrying civilians. I signed the papers Wednesday. It was just a formality. I hadn't really been in the Navy for the past eight months.

By the weekend, the girls were rested up and most of their marks had faded. A little make-up on the hickies that showed on their necks made them presentable. We took them with us to look at the new house on Saturday.

What a layout! Five bedrooms, formal dining room, two car garage. The master bathroom was big enough to throw a party in. With a sunken tub. The master bedroom had a private entry to the lanai. Two of the other bedrooms had separate private bathrooms.

The back yard was surrounded by a seven foot brick wall and was planted like a jungle. The in-ground pool was small but looked inviting.

But... the big but. I nearly choked when the agent told us the asking price. I knew Sandy had her heart set on it but I just couldn't see how we could afford the payments. It was a chilly ride back out to our humble abode in the sugar cane fields. I felt terrible.

No pussy for me on Saturday night. I was bummed. Even Sammy gave me the cold shoulder. I went over every thing again. Even with the hefty payraise that went along with the new job and the boost they had thrown in for the added scope, I couldn't do it. My Navy pay was history and that didn't help. We wanted to put Pammy in a private school the next year and start Tammy the year after that. That was going to take a bite. A huge house payment was out of the question.

Sandy and Annie took the girls shopping for school clothes on Sunday and I just hung around the house and kept an eye on Sammy. Will and Carol had taken little Greg to the beach. So me and cold Primos were holding down the fort.

The phone rang about noon. It was Rhonda asking about the house down the street. I hemmed and hawed and finally told her it was impossible. The line went silent for a minute and she came back on asking if I could pile Sammy in the car and come over. Nick had a couple of ideas he wanted to talk to me about. What the hell, why not? I was not in a good mood but getting out of the house was better than drinking alone. I was in a funk.

Rhonda and Rene were sunning on the lanai when I got there. With no black guys around to have to chase away, Rene had doffed the bikini bottoms. I finally got to see that little honey bare assed naked. That alone jumped my spirits up above the ozone. Sean had been absolutely right. Rene was table pussy. Anyone that stuck a dick in her would surely be breaking some pure food and drug law.

I stashed Sammy in the blocked off game room with cartoon reruns on TV and some noisey toys. That would keep her happy for hours.

I had just found a place in the shade to watch the show and was still on my first cold one, with drool running down the front of my favorite aloha shirt, when Nick came out of his office. He had a notepad in one hand and a Mai Tai in the other. And a grin on his face. His weekend was going better than mine.

"Made a couple of phone calls." He said, dragging another lounge chair over next to mine. "I just talked to Randy. The money guy you met the other night out at the beach house. He sort of doubles as our legal guy and is also the brains behind our real estate stuff."

"Yeah, I talked to him during the week. He had some ideas he wanted to pass on to me about equipment vendors it this research thing comes through."

"You ought to see his wife fuck. She's a wild woman. She wasn't there Sunday. Over on Maui, I think. Took a couple of the guys away for the weekend. I heard she's trying to get pregnant." Nick sounded envious.

"Anyway. Back to business. Randy said that if the house is fee simple, our real estate company could go in for the land. They like to do that if the homeowner is a good risk. You would own the house but the club would own the land. That's not uncommon here with the price of property."

"So, what does that mean to me?"

"Brings the price of the house down by about two thirds. There are some strings, though. If and when you want to sell, the club gets first crack at the house. And if they don't pick up the option, they still have to approve the new buyer. Can be a pain in the ass."

Now I wasn't any math genius in those days, but I had lain awake with the figures rolling in my head the night before. I could quickly work out the value of one third of the unreachable mortgage payment. That amount of money each month that had made me very unpopular with my band of redheads. And seriously pussy-less.

That new figure was a little bit less than our current rent payment. Hope was still alive.

On my euphoric drive back out to the house, I decided that I wouldn't say anything to Sandy and the girls right away. I wanted to talk to Randy and the real estate people myself and make sure of the bottom line before I got everyone's hopes up.

I called Nick as soon as I got home to ask him to keep a lid on the news that there was a chance that we could afford the new house. He agreed and promised to swear his women to secrecy. I was looking foward to them spending a lot of time around that little pool. I got a bit of a hard on thinking about Rene, in all her glory, draped over a piece of our lawn furniture. Maybe I'd get to find out if she tasted as good as she looked.

The atmosphere around the Martin household was still a bit cool that night, but I kept a straight face. The girls were all a-flutter about the new clothes and school supplies so had sort of forgotten their disappointment with not getting the new house.

My little teases couldn't resist a real vampy modeling show for my benefit.

When I was in grade school and conned one of the little girls into hanging by their legs on the chin-up bar, I don't think I ever, ever saw the kind of panties that Sandy had bought for Pammy and Tammy. A sneeze had more substance. And they had matching bras.

I knew that the girls were starting to fill out and was pleased with their progress into womanhood. Considering the hormones they were being bombarded with, their developement was right on track.

Pammy already had lemon sized little boobies and a considerable growth of pubic hair for a just-turned eleven year old. She was very consienteous about taking her birth control pill each morning. Sandy laid it next to her orange juice and made a big deal about preventing any more big bellies like Grandma's.

Tammy's titties were mostly nipple still, but there was some puffiness starting to show. With the implant that she was still unaware of, she would explode over the next few months. Sandy was looking ahead to a early blooming pre-teen with the sexy bra and panty sets. She wouldn't turn ten for a couple of months yet and already looked and acted like a girl much older. Maybe twelve or thirteen.

Tammy's first period started on her first day in fourth grade. It probably would have went nearly un-noticed exept for Pammy blurting out "What a fucking mess!" in front of the nurse's office door. Tammy had asked for Pammy when she saw what had happened in her new panties. Sandy was called at home to pick them both up and had to do some fast talking. She promised the school secretary that she would take Tammy to the family doctor and wash Pammy's mouth out with soap.

By the middle of that week, I had pretty much sorted out all the details for buying the new house and it looked like a done deal. Sandy and the girls had settled down and accepted the fact that we were going to stay put in the old place for awhile. Maybe forever. The pussy faucet had been turned back on for me but only for just a drip now and then. Luke warm at that. I held my peace, I figured there would be a payoff soon enough.

Betty, my faithful assistant, suggested a move to the new house without Sandy or the girls knowing about it. Sort of a super surprise. I signed the agreement on Friday and Betty's longtime lover, Willie, put together a moving crew and the trucks that would be needed.

Tony did his part by putting on a little cookout up at his place on Saturday. Just him and Jill, Sandy, the girls and me. Our big black Marine friend had to spread himself around but after a couple of weeks alone with just my little sister-in-law, he was ready for a round with Sandy and Pammy. We were keeping Tammy off limits for the time being.

Sandy didn't even question that I needed to stop by and see Nick about business on the way home. A bit out of the way but she was pretty relaxed after about five hours of nearly non stop sex with Tony and Jill. All three girls were asleep in the back seat. Tony had fucked Pammy a couple of times and I got in a real good one with Tammy.

When I suddenly turned into the wide driveway of the new house and parked in front of a huge banner that said "Welcome Home", Sandy just screamed. The girls woke up and were in total confusion.

"You no good son-of-a-bitch. You lousy cock sucker. After I fuck you to death, I swear, I'm gonna kill your useless ass." If nothing else, Sandy had learned how to swear while she was a Navy wife. She was laughing so hard through her tears, she couldn't catch her breath.

The girls were just grasping the situation when both garage doors flew up to show most of our friends waiting in welcome in the empty garage. They had put up party decorations and had a record player going. As we all started piling out of the car, Tony and Jill pulled in behind us. The surprise had been total.

The whirlwind that followed was a blur. One thing I noticed was that we had a lot more furniture in the new house than we did in the old one. Rhonda told me after she took her tongue out of my mouth that there were a few new things as house warming gifts.

Someone closed the garage doors and Rhonda clinked a glass to get everyone's attention.

"We are all friends here." She said. As she flipped her floor length MuuMuu up over her head. She was gloriously nude underneath.

Clothes started flying in every direction and soon our new garage, kitchen and backyard was filled with naked people of all ages and colors.

The six black guys that Willie had rounded up to move all of our stuff were strangers to most of us but joined right in. My guess was that Betty's boyfriend had clued them in to the good time they could have with the white women if they did a good job. And did they ever. They had done a good job and they did have a good time.

It was just getting dark and I was standing with a couple of the other husbands admiring all the naked flesh glistening in light from the tiki torches scattered around when Tammy tugged my hand to get my attention.

"What is it honey?"

"Mommy wants to see you in the house." She said as she led me away.

"She's in your new bedroom with Pammy." Tammy said as we went through the crowd that had congregated in the kitchen.

I wasn't surprised by the scene in our new master bedroom. Sandy was in the middle of our bed with a black man on each side of her, their black cocks wet and limp. Pammy was sitting in the lap of a third black man, slowly bouncing up and down on the large wet cock only partially visable between her legs.

"We're thanking the moving crew, honey." Sandy said lazily. "I thought you might like a treat while I'm resting. We still have three more to go."

To be continued...  If you like the stories drop me a line.  luvsitwet_99@yahoo.com    

