Feature Writer: Switch Blayde

Feature Title: SATAN’S SON 9

Published: 25.04.2008

Story Codes: Mind Control, MF, Mf, mF, NC, Heterosexual, Cuckold, Incest,  Caution

Synopsis: Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Or does it? Will good triumph over evil? Or is absolute power irresistible? Just imagine being able to control anyone — neighbors, teachers, cheerleaders, strangers, mothers and their children, people you desire, people you detest. What would you do? Follow one boy’s journey.

 

Satan’s Son 9

Charlie took little steps as he tentatively entered the bank and scanned the room, his fingers clutching the pillowcase tucked under his arm, his hands sweating inside the elastic surgical gloves. There were two employees at their desks plus tellers — no security guard. His eyes darted from person to person as he walked to the far corner. He was sure they knew what he was up to and watching him. But no one even raised their head as his sneakers squeaked on the tiled floor. Standing outside the manager’s office, Charlie took a deep breath, pulled his shoulders back, and entered. The man in a navy suit, pale blue tie, and white shirt looked up, pushing his horn-rimmed eyeglasses back up his long skinny nose.

“Can I help you?” he asked, looking annoyed. And then confusion spread over his face just before he said, “Come with me.”

Charlie followed the man to the vault where he used a key to open a metal door in the wall. He removed the security camera tape and handed it to Charlie who dropped it into the pillowcase. Then they went out into the main part of the bank and the manager returned to his office as if Charlie wasn’t there.

Charlie went to one employee and then the next. Each looked up and then immediately back down. They weren’t ignoring a customer — there was no customer! Finally, Charlie went to the closest teller and passed her the pillowcase. He glanced at the other tellers when they noticed her stuffing the money from her drawer into the pillowcase, but they quickly returned to work. After stopping at all the tellers, the pillowcase was full.

Charlie returned to the manager’s office one last time and then, while Charlie left the bank with almost $100,000 in cash, the manager went into the vault and loaded a brand new tape.

Hugging the pillowcase full of money, Charlie sat on the bouncing city bus knowing it was the last time he was going to do that. He stared out the window watching people strolling or hurrying by. I can make any one of them do anything I want, he thought with a smirk. Anything! But soon he saw his destination and pulled the cord sounding his desire to stop. The bus swerved to the curb with a squeal and a whoosh from the air brakes. Charlie jumped from his seat and leapt the three steps to the sidewalk. He almost skipped down the street and into the car dealership.

It took a while for him to get a salesman to assist him, but finally one came over. He was looking at a red Mustang convertible with chrome wheels and white leather seats — and a sound system he planned to blast.

“I’ll take this one,” he said to the salesman.

“Um, are your parents here?”

“No, why do we need them?”

“Well, um, can you qualify for a loan?”

“I’m paying cash.”

“Cash?! Do you know how much this car costs?”

“Yeah, I see the price on the window. But since I’m paying cash I assume you’ll do better than that.”

“Yeah, but how can you pay cash?”

“Never mind that. What’s your best price?”

The salesman quoted an amount and Charlie said, “It’s a deal. I’ll be right back. Where’s your restroom?”

Charlie sat in a stall counting the money out very carefully. He stuffed it into his pockets and returned to the sales floor. The dubious salesman was shocked when they went to his desk and Charlie pulled a wad of bills out of his right pocket and placed it on the desk — and then he did the same from his left pocket and then pulled money out of his back pocket. There was a lot of paperwork, but Charlie eventually left with a brand new Mustang. I’ll have to make Mom and Dad think they gave me the car, he thought as he drove home with the top down, the wind blowing his hair — and the radio blasting.

Instant panic set in when Charlie saw the flashing lights in his rearview mirror. Oh shit! he thought as he pulled to the curb.

“Where’d you get this car?” the policeman said standing next to Charlie, towering over him.

“I bought it.”

“Yeah right. License and registration.”

Charlie fished his license from his wallet and handed it to the policeman along with the temporary registration. The cop returned to his car and entered the data in his computer. Then he returned.

“Out of the car,” the policeman said harshly.

“Is there something wrong?”

“So, you’re a smartass.”

“No, officer, I just–”

“Shut the fuck up! Who do you think you’re talking to?”

Charlie turned red with rage and looked up at the policeman.

“Yes, I’m married. Yes, one … a thirteen year old daughter. Okay, follow me.”

The policeman handed Charlie back the papers and returned to his car. When he passed the Mustang, Charlie pulled into the road and drove behind him. In about 20 minutes the policeman pulled into the driveway of a modest house and Charlie pulled in alongside him. They entered the house together.

“Ron, what are you doing home?” a woman in her mid-thirties asked as she scurried towards the front door and then stopped.

Charlie stared at the woman’s blonde ponytail slowly coming to rest. And then his eyes looked her up and down. Her long legs, unencumbered by tiny denim shorts, made her look taller than her 5’8″, and the shirttails of her blouse tied under her breasts emphasized how large they were.

“Who’s the boy?” the policeman’s wife asked.

“He’s … uh…”

Charlie almost giggled at the perplexed expression on the cop’s face. “He stopped me for speeding,” Charlie said matter-of-factly.

“But why are you here?” The woman looked almost as confused as her husband, but then her expression changed — to lust. “God you’re cute.”

“Sara! What are you fuckin’ doing?!” the policeman yelled when his wife untied her shirttails and began unbuttoning her blouse.

She hesitated for only a moment, casting her husband a glance. But soon she undid all the buttons and tossed the garment to the side. Her naked tits were magnificent!

“Please, Sara, don’t.”

Again she glanced his way, but it didn’t deter her. Unsnapping her shorts and lowering the zipper, she pushed them down her long legs. Her red panties molded her pussy nicely. She looked at her husband again, but her eyes were on Charlie when she slid the panties down and kicked them off.

“Why aren’t you getting undressed?” she asked Charlie.

“Why should I undress?”

“So we can fuck.”

“Sara!” the policeman shouted.

His wife tore her eyes away from Charlie long enough to tell her husband, “I’m sorry, but he’s so hot. I can’t help it.”

When she looked back at Charlie, disappointment filled her face, and then she lunged at him, grabbing his belt and frantically pulling it open. With a smirk that would rival Satan’s, Charlie stared at the policeman while the man’s wife removed his clothes.

“C’mon, fuck me,” the wife pleaded, spitting on her palm and fisting Charlie’s cock vigorously. “I need you. I need you to fuck me.”

“Sara, how could you?” the policeman said softly, his voice choking, a single tear rolling down one tanned, weather-beaten cheek.”

“What are you complaining about? After all, you brought him here. You must have known how he’d turn me on. And since you’re not trying to stop me, I guess you really want me to do it.”

The policeman’s body strained. He leaned towards his wife, but his feet didn’t move. His face turned red and finally he slapped the side of his leg in frustration.

“Damn you, Sara, I don’t want you to do this.”

“Then stop me.” Her hand paused, but then she giggled and began fisting Charlie’s hard cock again. “That’s what I thought. You do want me to do it, don’t you? Well you’re gonna get your wish ’cause I’m gonna fuck this boy.” Then she looked up at Charlie. “You are gonna fuck me, aren’t you?”

“Do you suck cock?”

“Of course.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

In an instant, the woman’s mouth was on Charlie’s cock.

“Oh, Sara, how could you?” the policeman whined.

His wife bobbed her head up and down a few times and then leaned back. While her fist slid up and down Charlie’s saliva coated cock, she looked up at her husband and said, “How can I not. His cock tastes so good.” And then she stuffed Charlie’s cock back into her mouth, sucking and licking it like a nymphomaniac.

She was the most skilled cock-sucker Charlie had ever experienced and she was bringing him to a peak he hadn’t expected. He put his hands on his hips and humped his pelvis to and fro. In no time he filled her mouth with semen.

Sara’s eyes looked up at Charlie and she pulled her head back very slowly, dragging her lips along his cock until it slid from her mouth. A thin string of sperm clung to her lip as she pulled away, connected to Charlie’s cock. When it snapped, she stood and took the few steps until she was standing in front of her husband. Opening her mouth slowly, she showed him the puddle of white gooey semen in her mouth. It started to overflow her bottom lip so she snapped her mouth shut and wiped her chin. Then she tilted her head back and gulped loudly. Opening her mouth wide and sticking her tongue out, flapping it at her husband, only remnants of the sticky substance could be seen.

“Bitch!” the policeman shouted. “Whore! Don’t ever expect me to kiss you again.”

Sara looked at Charlie as if he had spoken and then turned back to her husband. She grabbed the back of his head and got onto her tiptoes, pressing her lips to his. He struggled to turn his head but couldn’t. Sara pushed her tongue against his tightly closed lips, and all of a sudden his mouth opened and her tongue met his. She rubbed her tongue all over his and then pulled back, licking his cheek once. The policeman spit on her face, and after she jumped back kept spitting on the ground. Sara slapped him hard, leaving a red handprint on his cheek.

“You asshole,” she said. “You can’t call me names. Who do you think you are? So you’re not ever going to kiss me again, huh? Ha, well you just did, buster. And you even got to taste his cum.” She wiped her face. “Spit on me, will you. You’re gonna pay for that.”

Turning to Charlie, she said, “Please fuck me. I’m dying for it.”

“Are you wet?”

“Wet?! I’ve been wet since I saw you. I’m drooling.” She stuck two fingers inside her pussy and thrust them in and out, and then held them up in front of Charlie’s face. “Can’t you see how wet I am?”

Turning to the policeman, Charlie said, “You don’t mind if I fuck your wife, do you?” He snickered with the smirk he learned from Satan.

The policeman’s face was red with rage and his whole body trembled. The muscles on his arms strained as he tried to lift them, but he could only tighten his hands into fists.

Charlie turned back to the policeman’s wife. She was lying on her back, her knees up and apart, playing with her pussy. Only when Charlie dropped to his knees between her legs did she move her hands out of the way. She stared up at his face, hers filled with lust, her mouth open slightly, her breathing heavy. Her pink tongue appeared between her lips, just peeking out slightly. And then her eyes closed when she felt his cock enter her, followed by a long moan as he sunk in all the way.

“Yes!” she cried out. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Make me cum!”

Charlie looked over his shoulder at the policeman standing where he had left him, unable to move, groaning in mental anguish. Without taking his eyes off him, Charlie pulled out of the man’s wife very slowly, paused, and then rammed his cock back in. The pain on the policeman’s face intensified so Charlie did it again and again.

“Yes, fuck me! Fuck me!” the woman screamed, causing Charlie to turn back to her.

Sara’s face was contorted, her eyes closed, her mouth open. She pushed up at Charlie’s cock, planting her feet firmly on the carpet. Her moans were interspersed with, “Fuck me!” and “Yes! Yes!” and “Harder, faster!”

Resting on his elbows, Charlie grabbed her large tits and squeezed.

“Yes, play with them! Play with my tits.”

Charlie mauled them, squeezing them, sucking them, biting them, pulling on the nipples, tweaking and twisting the long nipples. All the while he rammed his cock in and out of her pussy.

Sara was screaming now, her voice echoing off the walls. “Fuck me! Do it! Do it hard! More! More! Harder! Play with my tits! Nipples too! Oh sweet Jesus, do it!”

Charlie sensed her before seeing her. Turning to his right, he saw a young girl standing in the doorway, her hand covering her mouth, her eyes wide. She was wearing a green plaid, pleated skirt that came almost to her knees and a white cotton blouse with green tie that was loose at the collar. Patent leather shoes covered her small feet and the white socks almost reached her knees. A pink book bag lay on the floor next to her.

The girl’s eyes met Charlie’s and then she shook her head and looked at her father and then her mother. “What’s going on?”

Sara stopped fucking and turned to her daughter. “Oh god, Jenny!” She struggled to get out from under Charlie, but then suddenly stopped. She looked at her daughter and said, “Honey, please leave us alone. Go to your room.”

“No! What are you doing? I mean, I know what you’re doing but why? Dad, what’s going on? This can’t be happening. Oh god, I’m going crazy.”

Sara was looking at her daughter, telling her to go to her room, but her lower body began moving again. She was talking to her 13-year-old daughter while fucking Charlie.

Charlie didn’t have to turn to know the policeman was trying to speak, but he did anyway to see his face. It was worth it. Fresh tears streamed down the rugged face.

“No I won’t!” the girl shouted. “I wanna know what’s going on. Mom, how could you? Who is this guy? Dad, how can you let her do it? This is insane!” The girl’s arms flew straight up and then slapped her sides when coming down. “Someone tell me right now!” she shouted, stamping her foot hard.

“Oh, baby, just leave,” Sara whined. “Mommy needs this. Just go to your room.”

“I will not! You’re disgusting. You’re not even stopping with me here. You slut! You slut!”

And then Sara’s head rolled slowly, turning away from her daughter and facing up, her eyes closed. Her legs rose and locked around Charlie’s back, gripping him tightly as she humped her hips up. She fucked him a few times and then groaned, her legs holding her ass off the floor, her body shaking.

Charlie watched the girl, her hand once again covering her mouth. Her blonde hair was in a ponytail like her mother’s, only longer and lighter. Her eyes were bright green, and he could just barely make out the little bumps on her chest. Her legs and arms were rather thin, but her hips gave her the beginning of a womanly figure.

Why not? Charlie thought, the all too common smirk on his face.

“Mom, he is cute, isn’t he?”

Sara’s eyes popped open. Her head turned to the side, her eyes locked on her daughter. “What did you say? Why are you still here? Go to your room.”

“But, Mom, why are you having all the fun?”

“What! Jenny, go to your room. Now!”

“No, you can’t have all the fun. You have to share.”

“Share! What are you talking about? You’re only thirteen. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I don’t? Then why are your legs still around him? Huh? Tell me that.”

Sara’s feet dropped as if gravity had increased tenfold. But after a moment’s pause they flew into the air and locked around Charlie’s back. Her hips humped up as her legs pulled him down.

“See what I mean,” Jenny said. “No fair! I want to do it too.”

Sara couldn’t stop fucking even while staring at her daughter’s pout. Charlie looked over his shoulder at the policeman, wanting to see his expression.

“Okay, I guess you’re old enough,” Sara said.

The policeman’s face turned red and his eyes looked like he’d lost his best friend. Only when Charlie felt the girl’s skirt against his bare arm did he turn around. He looked at her.

“You want to do what your mother is doing?”

“Yes, oh yes!”

“Have you ever done it before?”

“No! No way!”

“But you want to do it with me?”

“Oh yes.”

“Why?”

The girl’s face went blank, and then it lit up. “Because it looks like fun. Mommy likes it and so will I.”

Charlie looked down at Sara who was still fucking him. “Do you like it?”

“Yes! God yes! I love your cock. Fuck me. Don’t stop.”

“But your daughter needs me.”

“What about me?”

“You’ll have to share.”

With that, Charlie pried Sara’s legs off him and sat on the floor Indian style, his hard cock pointing straight up. She was about to jump him when she suddenly stopped. He looked up at the girl.

“So you want to do what your mother was doing?”

“Yes.” Her eyes looked away from his cock.

“Show me what’s under your skirt.”

“What do you mean?”

“Lift your skirt.”

“Oh, I can’t do that.” The 13 year old blushed.

“Why not?”

“‘Cause you’ll see my…” She blushed even redder, unable to say more.

“Then how will we do what your mom and I were doing?”

Confusion spread over the girl’s face. Charlie had filled her mind with some thoughts, but not a lot of detail. She didn’t know what to do.

Charlie looked at Sara — her eyes widened. Then she moved behind her daughter and, in one quick motion, lifted her skirt from behind as she stood. The girl screeched and tried to push her skirt down, but couldn’t. Charlie saw the girl’s blue cotton panties with white borders around the leg openings and waistband.

“Mommy! What are you doing? Stop!” Her hands grabbed her mother’s forearms and tried desperately to pull them away.

“Jenny, you said you wanted to fuck this boy. Well, how are you going to do that with your clothes on?”

“Mommy, he can see my undies. Please don’t.”

The girl tried to break free, and then kicked her mother’s shin. Sara backed up, releasing her daughter, and then lunged at her, dragging her to the ground. They struggled, but the 4’10” skinny girl was no match for her larger mother. Charlie heard a tearing sound and then watched Sara rip her daughter’s blouse off. She was wearing some sort of undershirt which was also torn from her body. The tie hung between her little bumps of breasts and Jenny’s arms immediately crossed over her chest. But that gave Sara the freedom to quickly unfasten the girl’s skirt. By the time Jenny reached down to prevent her mother from removing it, Sara was already pulling the skirt down the girl’s thin legs. That left the 13-year-old girl in panties, a tie, knee socks, and patent leather shoes. She rolled onto her side and curled into a ball.

Sara’s fingers slid into the back of her daughter’s panties and was about to tug them, but suddenly looked at Charlie and stopped. She backed away, leaving her daughter trembling on the floor. Charlie looked up at the policeman again — he was sniffling.

Charlie moved closer to the trembling girl and placed a hand on her leg — she stiffened. And then the girl’s head rose and she stared at Charlie, and then a huge smile spread across her face.

“Do you really think I’m pretty?” she said.

“Very.”

“I’m skinny and don’t have boobs.”

“You’re perfect.” The girl’s smile got even bigger. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

Jenny glanced at her mother and then her father. She looked anxious as she got onto her knees. Biting her lower lip, she stuck her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and shoved them down to her knees. Then, sitting on her butt, she pushed them to her ankles and removed them. Tugging at her tie, the loop got bigger and she slid it over her head and tossed it aside. Suddenly, one hand cupped her pussy while her other arm covered her tits.

“What’s the matter?” Charlie asked.

“Daddy can see me naked.”

“So?”

“So he’s not supposed to. I’m not little anymore and … Oh, okay. It doesn’t matter.” The girl’s arms dropped to her sides. “Can we do it now?”

“Do what?”

“You know … what you and Mommy were doing. I really want to do it too.”

“Jenny, you’re too young,” her mother said causing Charlie and Jenny to look at her.

“No I’m not. I wanna do it.” Jenny turned to Charlie. “Will you do it with me?”

“Sure.”

“Oh goody.” Suddenly, joyousness was replaced with contemplation. “But I don’t know how.”

“Your mother will show you.”

“No! Oh god, I can’t!” Sara screamed.

“Sure you can.”

“But she’s so little. She’s my little girl.” Sara looked up at her husband. “Why are you just standing there? For heaven’s sake, say something.”

The policeman’s face reddened and his lips tightened, but other than his fists clenching and unclenching he didn’t say or do anything.

“Can we do it now?” the girl asked in a soft, shy voice. “I really wanna do it. I really do.”

“Lie down and spread your legs.”

Charlie watched the small body stretch out on the floor and then her thin legs moved apart. Her hairless, puffy pussy-lips were pressed together, and separated only minimally as her lithe legs spread wide. She was biting her lower lip again as she stared up at Charlie.

Charlie moved closer and placed his thumb and forefinger of his left hand on either side of her slit. She flinched, but didn’t say anything. Pushing her labia apart, he wet the forefinger of his other hand and placed it on her little clitoris. Jenny moaned as he moved his finger in small circles. He kept wetting his finger and returning it to her clit, massaging it, and soon the 13-year-old girl’s hips began moving.

Sliding his finger down, he felt the moisture within her slit and then his fingertip slipped into the virgin hole. It was snug — very snug! Charlie pushed his finger in just a bit and Jenny gasped, instinctively trying to back up a little. But Charlie persisted and pushed his finger into her very slowly, watching it be swallowed up. Holding his finger still, he looked up at Jenny’s face. Her head was tilted back, her eyes closed, and her mouth open. There was a very small dollop of blood on her lower lip where she had bit it.

Charlie continued to stare at the little girl’s face as he slowly pulled his finger most of the way out. Her mouth opened wider and she took a deep, prolonged breath. When he pushed his finger back inside, she released little puffs of air, and then she sucked in a lungful when he pulled it out.

Soon Jenny’s hips were bucking, her knees rising and falling, her legs opening and closing around Charlie’s body. Her moans were louder and longer, and her head moved from side to side. Placing his other thumb on her clit, Jenny’s labia snapped shut around his finger. Her moans turned to pants when he rubbed her clit with his thumb while finger-fucking her. And then her lower body humped up with great force until she let out a high-pitched squeal, shuddered, and came to rest, panting.

Charlie pulled his hands away and waited. Jenny languidly opened her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering, and she seemed to stare into space. And then she looked at Charlie’s face and smiled warmly.

“I think you’re ready now,” Charlie said.

“Ready for what?” she said dreamily.

“For what I did with your mother.”

The 13-year-old blushed and looked away, but her head slowly turned back and she smiled again. “I wanna do it. I do.”

Charlie started to lie over the girl’s tiny body when he sat back down. Turning to Sara, he said, “Suck my cock. Get it wet so that I can fuck your daughter.”

Sara began to object, but crawled over to Charlie and put his cock in her mouth. She sucked noisily.

“I wanna do that too,” Jenny said in a small voice.

Charlie looked at the young girl. Her upper body was raised as she rested on her forearms, the little bumps on her otherwise flat chest topped with longer nipples than before. He had not “told” her to suck his cock — it was her own idea.

Pulling his cock from Sara’s mouth with a sucking pop, he moved to the side of the girl. His hard cock covered with the girl’s mother’s saliva stood from his body. Jenny reached out and tentatively touched it, and then she rose up more and held it still while her lips pressed against the tip. And then she opened her mouth and leaned forward, closing her lips around the cock. She just held it there.

Charlie looked at Sara who then scrambled to the other side of her daughter. Her face was close to Jenny’s, her eyes locked on her daughter’s lips wrapped around Charlie’s cock.

“Suck it like a lollipop,” she said softly. “Let Mommy teach you how to do it. Keep sucking. You’re drooling, baby. Don’t forget to swallow when your mouth fills with spit.” Jenny gulped. “That’s my little girl. Go on, keep sucking. Use your tongue too. Lick his cock with your tongue. That’s right. Now move your mouth up and down his cock. Drag your lips … that’s it. You’re learning fast.”

Charlie watched the young girl’s mouth sliding up and down his cock, feeling her little, soft tongue. From time to time he looked up at the policeman who was forced to watch his innocent daughter suck a cock for the first time and his naked wife teaching her how to do it.

When Charlie pulled his cock out of her mouth, Jenny gave him a 13-year-old pout. But as much as he was enjoying the blowjob, he wanted more. He wanted to make the policeman suffer for treating him the way he had.

Charlie got between Jenny’s legs and positioned his cock at her virgin hole. He looked up at the policeman and said, “I fucked your wife and now I’m going to fuck your daughter.”

Charlie pushed his cock inside Jenny a little and heard a grunt. He turned back to see the grimace on the young girl’s face. He pushed a little harder and his cock-head popped inside. Jenny cried out and he saw tears pour from her tightly shut eyes, running down both sides of her face. He thought she had peed and looked down, pulling his cock out a bit. It had a small amount of blood on it.

He looked at Sara and her head popped up. And then she cradled her daughter’s head in her lap. Charlie waited for her to stroke Jenny’s cheek and speak soothingly to her, and then he held his breath and thrust his cock all the way into her.

“Owww!” Jenny cried out. “No, it hurts. Mommy, make him stop! Owww! Owww! Owww! Mommy, Mommy, it hurts.”

Sara continued to stroke her daughter’s cheek and speak softly. “It’s okay. It only hurts one time. Soon it won’t hurt. Mommy promises. Don’t cry, baby. You’re doing good.”

Charlie remained still, his cock buried all the way inside the 13-year-old’s tight pussy. He didn’t want to hurt her and felt bad about that. None of the other girls he had had sex with were virgins so this was a new experience. But the warmth clinging to his cock felt wonderful and his body reacted. His hips slowly pulled back, and then gently moved forward. Jenny continued to cry, but he didn’t stop. And then the girl stopped screaming for him to stop.

“That’s it, baby,” Sara said soothingly, “the worst is over. It will feel good. I promise. You’re a woman now.” She leaned over and kissed her daughter on the forehead and then the tip of her nose.

Each time Charlie’s hips pulled back, more of his cock came out. Soon he was fucking the girl with long strokes, slowly and gently. But when Jenny’s sobs turned to moans, he sped up and soon he was fucking her hard. Jenny’s hips thrust up at him as he pounded into her. He wanted to make her climax again, but he couldn’t hold back. He rammed his cock into her all the way and, with a grunt, filled her with hot semen.

Charlie pulled out and collapsed next to the panting girl. He placed a finger on her clit and rubbed it gently. Soon Jenny’s hips were humping so he sped up. And then she cried out, her heels digging into the carpet, her ass lifting off the floor, her bony knees pointing in opposite directions, and her body trembling. She climaxed hard.

Charlie rolled onto his back, draping an arm over his sweaty forehead. He looked up at the policeman and smirked. Slowly getting to his feet, Charlie picked up the girl’s shredded blouse and wiped the pinkish slime off his cock. He then stuffed the blouse into the policeman’s collar like a bib. After dressing, he located Jenny’s panties and put them into his pocket as a souvenir.

Before leaving, he sent a message to the policeman telling him that what happened wasn’t his wife’s or daughter’s fault — it was his! It was brought on by his inadequacy and that he was not to punish them for his faults. He was to ask them for his forgiveness.

THE END OF CHAPTER NINE