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The Gathering

Chapter 32

8/14/99 - A Very Busy Day

Rosa and Dutch returned home at 6:30 and greeted Kathy and Peggy just
before they went out to catch a movie. They had dinner with Mom, who
had 'babysat' for them and after she went home they discussed what
to do about Molly.

"Did you ever call Robert or Alice about Molly?" Rosa asked.

"No," he replied, "but let me do that right now." Picking up
the phone he dialed Robert's number. Alice answered on the third
ring.

"I hope this is important," Alice said in greeting, "my husband
and I are about to have a rare evening without any interruptions, not
that this is an interruption . . . unless you're a telemarketer in
which case, you'll pardon me when I hang up on you."

"Are you dripping wet already?" He asked in a joking manner.

"Oh, just what I needed, an obscene phone call. Do go on, who ever
you are. And to answer that question, yes, I am very wet. Can you make
me wetter?"

"Possibly," and he realized she didn't know, or seem to care who
the caller was. "By the way, this is Dutch."

"Oh, sweetie, how are you and that fat cock of yours?"

"I'm fine, Rosa's fine and my ex-Marilyn is fine. We just
returned from a visit to San Francisco."

"Ahhhhhh!" She moaned into the phone, then quickly added, "That
was Robbie, rubbing himself against me. He says hello, Perry, what are
you up to. He knows what he's up to and the "it" is flirting with
my ass. You'd better be fast or I might just drop the phone and force
you to listen to him bugger me."

"Sorry about the interruption, I can call back another time."

"No, no, sweetie. Umm, just a sec. There, no just a little lower . .
. that's it. See, I'm all lubed up for you baby, go on slide it in,
I can talk for another minute or so."

Dutch formed a mental image of Alice bending over and presenting her
ass to Robert, whom she now called Robbie, partly to tease him and
partly because she felt that Robert was to stiff a name to call someone
fucking you.

"I promise to be brief," he said rushing his words as he adjusted
his shorts to accommodate the swelling growing larger by the second.
"We've, Rosa and me have meet this woman, named Molly. A great
piece of ass, I mean it. She's left her bastard of a husband and is
living in her RV. But she's kind of down, almost depressed at the
moment, she can't find a job, although she's out there trying every
day. We wondered if we brought her over and introduced her to the two
of you, I mean, she loves to screw and with all the connections you
have, well I thought just maybe you might help her find something."

"Of course, bring her over . . . tomorrow night? Honey," she asked,
would nine tomorrow night be all right with your schedule to meet
Dutch's new friend? She sounds . . . oh, God, Yes! There!"
Dutch heard his friend grunt and wasn't sure if he was affirming the
next day was good or if he was bottoming out in Alice's ass.

A minute may have elapsed before he heard another sound. "He said
okay, baby. Now you bring that nice thick shiny cock of yours over and
make sure it's ready to fire a few rounds, okay?"

He couldn't help but laugh. Here Alice was getting reamed by an
expert and she was already preparing for the next night. "Tell me,
Alice, were you a girl scout?"

"Baby, I was an Eagle Scout," she laughed raucously. "Tell Rosa I
can smell her pussy from here and can't wait to taste her again."
That said she disconnected the phone and grabbed her ankles.

***

After filling Rosa in on his conversation with Alice, they decided to
turn in and get a good nights rest since they had work to following day
and had to prepare Molly for the Roark's.

An hour passed and suddenly Dutch woke up, puzzled. What had awoken
him? He looked over at Rosa. She was covered by the sheet and lay on
her back. He glanced at the alarm clock on the dresser; it was only
9:30. That meant Kathy would be returning soon. He thought about
getting up and having some conversation with her. That thought brought
on an erection as he recalled the last time they had been up together
and he'd kissed her and held her taut young body against him; and how
she had deliberately touched him and called him Daddy from then on.

He looked at Rosa again, her eyes were closed but on closer scrutiny,
he discovered they were tightly clenched and that meant she was awake.
He studied her intently and caught a slight movement by her groin. It
was her hand! He watched and detected small circling movements and as
he watched her free hand went to her breast and squeezed the nipple
through the sheet. He concluded that either she was dreaming a very
sexy dream, or she was masturbating next to him.

He looked down at himself. His erection, started with thoughts of
Kathy, had peaked. The sheet over it had formed a tent. Remaining
motionless, he watched for perhaps five minutes, as Rosa brought
herself ever closer to her climax.

Two things happened simultaneously. Rosa tensed up and her fingering
hand froze. Her legs stiffened and she rolled on her side and bit her
hand to stifle a scream of delight.

And a key turned in the lock to the front door and Kathy entered the
house.

He wondered if he should warn Rosa to be quiet, but then realized she
was already trying her best not to awaken him, so he let matters take
their own course and watched as she drew her knees to her chest and
rocked back and forth for several seconds until the orgasm subsided.

He could hear her panting as she tried to catch her breath from the
exertion and pleasure she had just enjoyed. She lay still until she
regained her normal breathing rhythm again.

Kathy nudged the door to their room open and looked in. Convinced they
were sleeping she went into the living room and turned on the TV,
making sure the sound was on low. She was pleased to find that
"Sleepless in settle had just started and she curled her legs under
her, made sure she had some tissues and eased into a transfixed state.

Rosa gradually moved herself into a sitting position, being ever so
careful not to disturb him. He feigned sleep and watched through
heavily lidded eyes and saw her cup her breasts in both hands and begin
to knead them. He thought himself fortunate that he'd rolled to his
side to hide the evidence of his hardon which he wanted to squeeze
almost desperately, but forced his hand to remain by his side.

Rosa yawned and put her hands to her sides and took a deep breath. He
assumed that was to keep from yawning again, but when he felt the sheet
being peeled off his form he became confused. What was she up to?

He found out quickly enough as she moved toward him, leaned over and
uncovered his rigid prick. Taking it her hand, she brought it to her
mouth and slowly engulfed its head.

"I know you were watching me," she whispered so softly he wasn't
sure if she had spoken or if he was dreaming. But when she began to
stroke him, so slowly he had to squirm under her hand, he knew it was
real, and whispered back.

"Kathy's home. Watching television."

"I know, I'm her mother, for God's sake. I have second sight
where she's concerned. Now be quiet. Be very quiet, or we'll have
unwanted company."

The touch of her tongue as it swirled over the crown of his thickened
cock forced a groan to his lips.

She removed her mouth and went, "Sssshh, damn it! I mean it, be quiet
or I'll stop."

He took the pillow and put the edge in his mouth and bit down. She
grinned lewdly at him and then drew her tongue along the entire length
of his turgid shaft, coating him with saliva. When he was completely
covered and glistening in the dim lighting, she took him as deep as she
could, took a deep breath through her nose and coaxed another inch or
so down her gullet.

The pure unadulterated pleasure this caused made him bite into the
pillow so hard he ripped the pillowcase, but made no discernible noise.
He shivered as her mischievous tongue scraped along the underside of
his prick and suddenly she was urging him from her mouth and he popped
out with a soft forlorn sound and Rosa gulped in a huge amount of air.

"Kinda like holding your breath under water," she giggled, before
taking him back into the farthest reaches of her throat once again. It
took her three attempts before she had captured his full length and
felt his firm testicles bump into her chin.

She found this somewhat ludicrous and started to laugh, but wound up
gagging and quickly spat him out, hoping she hadn't made enough noise
in the process to alert Kathy that they were doing it in the next room.

Rosa glanced up at Dutch and saw how concerned he was.

"It's okay," she whispered and had a fit of the giggles. Trying
to control them, she only giggled all the more, until holding her sides
and almost in pain from laughing and trying to keep the noise down she
gained control.

"God," she whispered, I haven't done that since I was about
twelve in church one Sunday."

He nodded somberly, the concern for her well being evident in his eyes.

Feeling repentant, she said, "I'm sorry and leaned forward to kiss
the head of his cock once more.

"It's just that you're so damn big," and held his cock in the
palm of her hand. "Look at it. It's magnificent," she murmured,
her voice barely discernible. He looked as asked and saw her devour him
once again. This time she only took roughly five inches and bobbing her
head up and down while her tongue caressed him every which way, brought
him to a quick release. Seconds before he came, she tore him from
between her lips and, opening her mouth placed the head of his thick
cock on her lower lip and stroked the very base of his shaft until he
began spurting short white jets of ejaculate into her mouth. He watched
transfixed as it pooling on her tongue and dripped from several of her
teeth. When he'd finished coming, Rosa smiled up at him; milked the
last drops from his tip and swallowed.

He was very moved by the gesture and kissed her lips and when her mouth
opened his tongue swam into her mouth and searched for any remaining
residue of his sperm, finding only minute portions he made a production
of swallowing them for her benefit.

Holding his fast shrinking penis in her hand, she smiled at him and
whispered, "Tomorrow should prove very interesting."

He nodded, not trusting himself to speak. The thought of Rosa and Molly
and Alice together was more than enough to start him back on the path
towards a full-blown erection.

Rosa smiled at my reaction.

"Do you think Molly's going to go along?" he asked, as Rosa took
his expanding cock into her mouth once again.

She nodded, and reveled in the uniqueness of feeling the blood rushing
to his erection.

She popped him from her mouth and said teasingly, "Do you like the idea
of all of us sucking your dick?"

Dutch could only nod his head and place one hand on her head as she
sealed her lips around him and resumed bobbing up and down.

She popped him out again and slowly jerking him, said, "I can't
wait to see her sucking you and Robert off at the same time. A black
and white blowjob, I hear they're the best."

"Yours are the best sweetheart," he growled and nearly panicked on
realizing his voice might have carried into the next room.

Rosa sucked him so hard at that, that his prick throbbed mightily and
as a result, Rosa gave him a smoldering look and then impaled herself
on him, attempting to gather his full width and girth down her throat.
She failed at this, primarily because she had taken him down at the
wrong angle.

"Damn!" she cried out in more than a whisper after taking him from
her mouth and without another word pushed him onto his back with his
legs hanging over the edge of the bed and straddled him. One knee on
either side of his head and with a low moan dropped to all fours and
took him into her gaping mouth. From this position Rosa could handle
his huge prick and in a few scant seconds her nose was pressing against
his balls on the down stroke.

Rosa held him for as long as she could before coming up for air,
bobbing up and down on his shaft for a moment before plunging down to
swallow his eight inches again.

Although he was rapidly approaching his second orgasm and in almost
record time, he managed to glance toward the door, for had heard a
sound from that direction. He knew it might have been Rosa's
slurping, but looked at the doorway just in case. Kathy edged into
view, peeking around the doorframe just as he began to come in Rosa's
mouth. The first spurt caught her by surprise. Kathy's looking on had
certainly caused him to come sooner than expected. Rosa recovered
quickly enough to swallow his load without encountering any discomfort
whatsoever.

When Dutch opened his eyes again, Kathy was gone. And although Rosa
continued sucking on his rapidly deflating member he could think of
only one thing. He wanted to fuck Kathy, and he wanted to do it soon.

In order to get his mind off her, he inhaled Rosa's scent, and
followed by sending his tongue against her already swollen labia. She
moaned at the contact and for the first time he wondered if Rosa had
also seen Kathy at the doorway and no longer cared about making any
undue noise.

She used her hand to open herself to his questing mouth and his tongue
darted in and out of her silken slit. Her actions had completed exposed
her to his yearning mouth and tongue. Once again Rosa took him into her
mouth and tried to arouse him from his flaccid state.

He made her moan again by spearing her clit as it emerged from its
protective hood; and yet again as he shifted his efforts to her
drooling cunt. And one more time when he wrapped his lips over her clit
and gently sucked, applying light pressure at its very base with his
tongue.

She dropped him from her mouth and grabbed for the same pillow he had
torn earlier, placing it in her mouth and biting down hard, for he had
her in a helpless condition and left her no choice but to scream out
her pleasure as he brought her close, so close and then gently backed
her away form what was sure to be a tumultuous climax.

Some inner mechanism that he had never fully comprehended told him it
was time and he followed his instincts, sweeping his tongue from side
to side over that special nubbin of hooded flesh as she started to
babble in a strange language while rubbing his rubbery cock over her
face.

Using the fingers of both hands, he pried her labia wide apart and
briefly licked and sucked on them, and every third beat, darting his
tongue into her now gaping hole for a wholesome lick.

She issued a mighty groan and he knew Kathy had to have heard her and
expected to find her standing next to the bed at any moment. That never
happened and when he mentioned it to Rosa later she only smiled and
said, "I know my daughter. She would never interrupt us, no matter
what.'

Wanting her to come, he tried blowing on her super heated cunt and got
her to start a shuddering that didn't stop until her mighty climax
had fully subsided. He sucked her clit into his mouth and she started
humping his face, frantic to get off.

Dutch sent two fingers into her, reveling in her intense heat and
wetness. He set them to plunging in and out with a rapid, piston like
motion as his tongue flicked over and around her fully engorged clit.
He felt the first spasm and eased back. She started to come; hips
shaking and bucking against his hand and face. Dutch maintained the
light pressure on her clit. He cunt was now saturating his fingers as
she hurled her own bodily fluids out from hidden points within; coating
his thrusting fingers with an almost oil-like substance that he would
later savor as he licked his fingers clean.

Some innate system warned him to stop and he did. Seconds later a
whimpering, sobbing Rosa collapsed against him, kissing him everywhere,
thanking him wordlessly and assuring him of her undying love.

A few minutes later a very sated Rosa was snoring lightly and Dutch got
up to use the bathroom.

After flushing the toilet he sauntered into the kitchen thinking he
could use a glass of milk and since he was wide awake, perhaps view
something on the internet, porn being his preferred subject.

He had just hooked up with Storiesonline and found that a new chapter
had been posted to his favorite on going story. As he reached the third
paragraph he sensed someone at his shoulder. Turning his head, he found
Kathy standing there holding a pink boa and looking at the screen in a
teddy that left little to the imagination. He could make out her young
breasts and filmy lingerie under its gauzy material.

He made no move to hide what he was viewing, but took control and said,
"It's a little past your bedtime isn't it Kathy?"

"Um, not really, although I was in bed, it's only 10:30 . . .
Daddy."

The "Daddy" was strictly for emphasis to demonstrate she had not
forgotten the last time the two were alone together at night.

"I want you to know that I love you Daddy," she said and moved his
chair in order that she could sit down on his lap. All he was wearing
was a pair of boxers and the feel of her rear end burrowing down on him
brought new life to his cock.

As his erection grew it worked its way into the crevice of Kathy's
young ass.

"I love you too Kathy and I want you to know that I'm flattered and
very pleased that someone as beautiful as you and your mother love me
too."
"Do you really think I'm pretty?"
"Are you fishing for compliments? Of course I think you're beautiful.
I wouldn't say it if it weren't true."
She leaned into him, pressing her resilient breasts against his
shoulder.
"Would you kiss me again, Daddy?" She asked, tears in her eyes.
"I don't know that it would be appropriate, baby."
"Cause your'e the first one ever said I was pretty," she murmured
into his ear and wriggled her ass just a little, enough to permit him a
better fit against her ass.
"Am I getting you excited, Daddy?"
He ignored the comment, knowing she knew exactly what effect she was
having on him and tried to turn the tables on her. "You were peeking
in on us earlier, weren't you?"
"Mmmm, I heard some strange noise and I had to . . . investigate."
He saw the smile on her face and knew she had not been cowed by his
ploy.
He remained silent. She snuggled up against him and laid her head on
his shoulder.
"You know I'm a virgin, Daddy."
"That's reassuring to hear, especially in this day and age."
"I want you to be the first, Daddy," and promptly kissed him,
demonstrating a confidence far beyond her tender years.
He would later tell himself that hers were the softest, most sensuous
lips ever to touch his and without thinking he reached around and
cupped her breasts as he ground his erection into her rear.
Her voice was choked with emotion, "Let me take my panties off Daddy;
and I can lean on the desk. We'll do it right now."
"We don't have that kind of time, sweetiepie; and I really
shouldn't be doing what I'm doing right now. I could go to jail for
this, and further more, think about your mother. You know we love each
other. What would happen if she finds us doing it? Or if she learns of
it later on. She'll be devastated and would probably end our
relationship and I couldn't blame her. Do you want that kind of guilt
on your head at your age?"
She began to cry, and he noticed his erection had subsided
considerably. He held her close and comforted her. "I'm pleased
that you want me to be the first, I really am. And maybe I will be, but
not tonight and not anytime soon. You're too special for that. I do
love you baby and I understand that your body wants to feel my . . .
well your body craves attention. It's just part of growing up."
He urged her off his lap, stood up and pulled her to him. She let
herself go, offering no resistence, and when he kissed her and she
opened her mouth, he sent his tongue in and met hers. The kiss lasted
approximately two minutes and Kathy ground herself into him for the
entire period trying to persuade him otherwise. He could smell her
ardor as she grew moist in his arms. His cock thobbed and begged for
release, but he remained committed to his earlier words and when the
kiss broke, one hand covered his erection, keeping it from springing
out of his shorts, while the other carressed the cheeks of her ass
momentarily before giving her a light slap on the rear and shooing her
off to bed. He was quick to rejoin Rosa in their bed before he changed
his mind.
***
The following morning both went to work and the only unusual occurrence
was Kathy's brushing her hand over Dutch's groin went he went to
refill his coffee. He gave her a stern look and she quickly moved away.
Rosa apparently didn't witness the goings on.

Shortly after Dutch arrived at work, Rosa called.

"Honey, I need a favor, can you help me?"

"What is it baby?" he asked.

"I was going to take Molly shopping for some clothes this afternoon,
but I just got off the phone with a prospective client and they want to
see me around the same time I was taking Molly out. Can you take her
for me?"

"You want me to pick out her clothes?"

"I know, I know, it sounds crazy, but think about it. She's not an
idiot, and you know how you like your woman dressed," she giggled,
"well maybe you're better at getting them undressed, but I think
that between the two of you you'll manage. Will you do it for me?"

"Yeah, sure baby, for the two of you. I was going to ask for the
afternoon off anyway. Can you make sure Molly's okay with this and
ready for me when I come by?"

"I will. You are a dear. Kisses, baby and a lot more later. Love
you," and with a smooching kiss she hung up.

Dutch looked at his morning calendar, made a note to cancel the 11
o'clock appointment with a salesman and called his secretary to push
the afternoon schedule out to another day if possible.
Then he left his office and headed for his boss, Dr. van Sciver's
office four doors down the corridor. As was his custom, he let himself
in without knocking and was absolutely stunned at what he saw.

A very attractive young brunette, perhaps in her mid-twenties had her
back to him as she slipped an orange sweater over her head. She wore no
bra.

She was extraordinarily sexy.

Doctor Van Sciver stood in front of her, his face and eyes downcast.

"Sit on the edge of the chair," she instructed him. He did and then,
after stepping out of her shoes, she straddled his lap, her breasts
almost at mouth level. With what Dutch thought was an involuntary move,
Van Sciver put his arms around her.

"Kiss me, if you want," she said softly.

He nuzzled her neck, being careful not to leave any mark; and worked
his way down to her chest. He bit at her nipples and she moaned with
pleasure.

Dutch was puzzled, something was wrong here, but he couldn't figure
out just what it was. He made a conscious decision to remain quiet for
another minute or so. If they caught him, well, Van Sciver had made the
rules . . . no fucking in the hospital . . . but Dutch figured that if
he made 'em he could break 'em too.

With one hand Van Sciver reached up and squeezed her ripe breast.

"Suck my nipples," she said to him.

He gazed admiringly at her breasts giving Dutch time to note that they
weren't overly large or too small. He thought they were magnificent.

Van Sciver took one into his mouth, his lips encircling the areola as
his tongue flicked the nipple.

The young woman shuddered and pressed her fingers into his shoulders.
Oh, that feels so good," she breathed.

She took his hand in her own and led it up to her other breast. He
caressed it, running his thumb up and down over the nipple to make it
hard.

"What else do you want to do to me?" she asked her voice gone husky.

"I'll do anything you want me to," was his almost laconic reply.

"Put your hand up my skirt," she said.

He slid his hand up her thigh raising her skirt along the way.

Dutch imagined it was his hand and almost felt the warm wetness he knew
he'd encounter there. He could already tell she wore no underwear,
and envisioned his hand interchanged with the doctor's tracing his
finger along her larger lips, up and down, getting the two of them
wetter and wetter.

He listened as she sighed contentedly. "I want you to lick my pussy,"
it came out so softly he almost missed hearing her say it.

Van Sciver sighed and stood up and she managed to keep her legs wrapped
around his hips as he walked them over to his large oaken desk.

She sat there for a moment, never looking in Dutch's direction. Her
tongue darted out and licked her lower lip and then she reached for the
zipper at the side of her skirt, lowered it and raised her hips just
enough to permit her to ease her skirt off. It dropped to her ankles
and she flipped it off her foot, directly at Dutch, hitting him in the
chest. Instinctively, he caught it, but then let it fall to the floor.
Normally she would have seen him then, but Van Sciver had stepped in
front of her and blocked the view.

Dutch only had a partial view of her now, but could readily tell she
had spread her legs open, inviting Van Sciver to eat her out.

With what Dutch took for a moan, but could easily have been a sad cry,
Van Sciver lowered his head and inhaled her scent. Dutch inhaled and
smelt it too. It was almost too much for him to bear. He was fully
erect, ready to explode if not afforded relief soon. Gritting his
teeth, he looked on as Van Sciver pressed his face to her, burying his
tongue in her pussy. The only sounds in the room were the ticking of
Van Sciver's desk clock and his lapping up her copious juices.

He must have flicked his tongue over her clitoris, for the young
brunette squealed with delight.
"Oh yes, Daddy, yes!" she cried and Dutch was stunned, this was Van
Sciver's daughter!

 He had never met her, but had seen several pictures of her over the
years he and Van Sciver had worked together. "What was going on?"
Dutch wondered and used his right hand to adjust the cock in his pants.

'What was her name?' He wondered, and then it came to him. Helen,
Helen Van Sciver. 'My God,' He told himself, 'wait until I tell
Rosa.'

Helen's fingers were entwined in the doctor's hair, her thighs
squeezed around his head, she seemed about ready to come any second and
Dutch waited apprehensively for them to discover his presence. There
was no way he could leave without being seen, and he frantically
thought about what he would say when discovered.

"Its time for you to fuck me, Daddy, I need your big, hard dick in my
pussy now!" She moaned as he left her open thighs to stand erect again,
his cock quivering in the still office air.

"On the floor," she panted, "Let's do it on the floor!" And
as soon as Van Sciver lay on his back, his eyes riveted on his lovely
daughter, she squatted over him, parted her labia and sank down,
reaching for his impressive member and guiding into her sopping wet
opening, slowly sank to her knees, easily absorbing his entire length.

'Jesus,' Dutch thought, 'she must have some loose cunt there, she
swallowed him like he was only three or four inches and he's at least
an eight incher.'

"Ohhhhhh, Daddy, you feel so good," she cooed and squeezed her breasts
in excitement.

Van Sciver grunted as she rhythmically contracted her pussy around his
dick. She was rubbing her clit and grinding her hips into him, almost
frantic to get off.
Dutch looked on as the beautiful woman began to raise and lower herself
on Van Sciver's dick, while with one hand she held her right breast
and raised it to her mouth. She dipped her head down and licked the
nipple vigorously with the tip of her tongue. She ran her tongue around
the areola and then looked up at her father.

"Do you like watching me lick my own tit?" She panted, obviously very
close to coming.

Van Sciver could only nod and tried to hold his orgasm in check until
his daughter found her satisfaction.

Helen's hips were gyrating in small circles. "Come for me!" she
called out in a husky voice.

He groaned as she began to bounce up and down on him.

Dutch had to squeeze the base of his own prick to keep from shooting a
load in his pants.

Her tits were bouncing up and down with each movement. "Fuck me. Fuck
me hard," she yelled.

Van Sciver began to lose it; that much was evident to Dutch who
couldn't blame him in the least.

"Oh, Daddy, it feels fantastic! I'm close . . . I think I'm going to
come . . . I think I'm --"

She leaned way back, her palms almost flat on the floor and her arms
stiffened to support her frame. It hit her hard, causing her entire
body to jerk as her pelvis continued grinding into his.
Her body was flushed, glistening with sweat; and Dutch looked on as Van
Sciver unleashed his load into her causing her to throw her head back
and scream, "Oh yes! Oh, God, yes!"

Her orgasm subsided after several seconds and she sat up, obviously
enjoying the feel of his cock as it softened inside her.

That was the moment she spied Dutch standing there with a huge bulge in
his trousers and a dark stain growing from his exuding a heavy amount
of precum.

"Daddy, there's a . . . !"

Van Sciver turned and saw Dutch standing there. "What the hell!"

"I . . . I can ex . . ." Dutch began, but Helen started to scream
and cut him off.

"Quiet, Helen!" Van Sciver, said, becoming the first to gather his
wits about him.

"Cover yourself Helen, and then sit down." As he spoke, he was
pulling up his own trousers and tucking himself in.

He glared at Dutch, "Perry . . . your office, now!"

A minute later, both were standing in Dutch's office. It was apparent
both were embarrassed by the situation.

"Can I explain?" Dutch said lamely.

"Go on," Van Sciver said, his mind racing, trying to assimilate the
possibilities that might result from their discovery by Dutch Perry.

"Jesus," Dutch began, I . . . I was going to ask for the afternoon
off to take care of some personal business."

"And you just barged into my office?"

"No. In fact I let myself in. I mean, I knocked, but . . . well you
were occupied and must not have heard, so I used the key. I was going
to leave you a note . . ." he finished lamely.

Knowing Dutch for some time, Van Sciver believed him, but the problem
was getting him to remain quiet about what he'd seen.

"I can guess what you're thinking Dutch," he said. "It wasn't
too long ago that I suspended you for a similar occurrence."

"You could have fired me," Dutch said somberly.

"Didn't though. I need you and now it seems I need you even more.
Can I rely on you to keep this to yourself?"

"Um, yes . . . yes of course you can, Doctor."

"I was hoping you'd say that. And now I have some explaining to do
to you. Yes, that is my daughter, Helen back there. And I was screwing
her ass off. I truly regret having to do it and regret even more that
fact that you caught us in the act. I don't know exactly how to
explain this whole damn mess, except to say that it hasn't been going
on very long. In fact, this is only our third time."

Van Sciver took a moment to wipe his brow with a handkerchief before
continuing.

"She . . . Helen came to me in tears one afternoon about two weeks
ago. Chet, her husband and she were experiencing marital difficulties.
Well, that's what she told me. We talked and I learned that they were
both virgins until their wedding night. So nothing unusual resulted
until after the honeymoon. Shit! I won't belabor the point. Sexually
they're not compatible. Helen has an abnormally large vagina and
Chet, well Chet isn't gifted in the men's department. From what
Helen tells me, he's got about a three inch hardon; which means she
doesn't even feel him when he's putting it to her."

"I see," said Dutch, who was only beginning to understand the
problem.
They were all right until she happened to tell some girlfriends his
size and they went nuts . . . telling her she should leave him for a
real man; that she didn't know what she was missing, and they kept at
her on the subject. She was at, or I should say, they were at the house
for dinner when she broke down. We thought she was having a nervous
breakdown, but when I got her alone she recovered sufficiently to tell
me what was going on and begged me for help."

"Now my wife and I have had separate bedrooms since Helen was roughly
fourteen. I don't cheat on her, at least I haven't until this . . .
and I don't think my wife has either. But my heart went out to Helen.
I had to help her, but I couldn't see referring her to some escort
service, or friend of the family to help satisfy her needs. And, you
must understand, she loves Chet, really and truly loves the guy. "

"So what happened?"

"What happened was I decided that I should be the one to show her how
to reach sexual gratification. After all, I was remiss in not
discovering her problem when she was a teenager."

"Did you contact her gynecologist?"

"I did and getting her to wave the confidentiality wasn't easy, let
me tell you."

"I did so by telling her that Helen was on the verge of a nervous
breakdown and might just ruin her marriage and that she should have
provided counseling to Helen after examining her and discovering her
abnormality."

"She wanted to know what I was going to do. Not about Helen, mind
you, but about her not calling the problem to our attention in order to
get the girl proper help. I mean, plastic surgery isn't out of the
question . . ."

"Obviously you haven't availed yourselves of it as yet," Dutch
pointed out.

"I know, I know!" Van Sciver blurted, "And I've been so sorry I
didn't use it as the first means of addressing the problem. But my
ego got in the way. I . . . I'm fairly well endowed and thought I
might help her achieve an orgasm and that would show her she was a real
woman and allow her to return to Chet's bed. I don't . . . Lord
forgive me . . . I don't know what provoked me into that line of
reasoning."

"What happened?"

"I took her to a motel the first time. She couldn't believe how
great sex was. And I couldn't believe how much I had missed it
either. No sex in almost ten years and there I was, getting a young
woman off repeatedly, orgasm after orgasm. Of course she implored me to
teach her more and more and more. We amazed one another. I amazed
myself. Each time was better than the last."

"Until I walked in on the two of you," Dutch said somberly.

"That's right, until then. Now I realize we cannot continue. Helen
will probably go home and confess everything to Chet and he in turn
will file for a divorce. I've ruined everything . . ." He sobbed
and sank to his knees.

"There is a way out of this," Dutch said.

Van Sciver looked up at him through tear stained eyeglasses. "What?
How?"

"I could become her surrogate lover."

"What! How dare you suggest such a thing! This is my daughter we're
talking about!"

"And that's why I made the suggestion. Think about it. Look at the
guilt both of you carry right now, adultery and incest. At least if I
get involved with Helen the incestuous element is gone. You can rest
easier. I think that after Helen and I go through a brief period of
adjustment, she'll be better off as well. And on the plus side, I'm
not taking her away from her husband, I have my own woman to keep
happy, and a few others, I might as well get that out of the way."

"Others? What the hell do you have a harem?"

"No, not exactly. Can I be candid with you?"

"Of course," Van Sciver said with some sarcasm. "We're being
far more candid than I ever dreamed possible."

"There are several women in my life at the moment. My fianc�e, Rosa,
my ex-wife, my doctor, another couple Rosa and I are fond of and a
friend we're helping out after leaving her husband."
"I might have omitted someone and if so I didn't mean too."

"Good grief, what are you, a fucking machine?"

"No, but some times I feel like one. The point is, perhaps if Helen
is agreeable; we might meet on a weekly basis. That would serve to keep
her happy for the time being. Meanwhile you can give careful
consideration to her having the surgery mentioned earlier as well as
looking into possible help for Chet."

Van Sciver was no fool. He was already ahead of Dutch on the matter and
its possibilities.

"Let's get back in my office. I expect Helen is still there."

She was pacing the floor when they returned and immediately put as much
space between Dutch and herself as was possible.

"Helen," Van Sciver began, "This was all a misunderstanding.
Dutch here had a key to my office and let himself in thinking I was
out. He wanted to leave me a note, saying he was taking the afternoon
off." He glanced at Dutch and said, "You can, by the way. When we
finish here, get the hell out of my hospital for the rest of the
afternoon."

He glanced down at his shoes and then at his daughter. "We have a
major problem Helen."

She shuddered in fear, thinking her worst fears were about to come
true.

"But I also believe we have a workable solution. Try to relax a
little, Helen, it's not the end of the world by any means. Dutch has
been sworn to secrecy. We go back a way and I feel we can trust him. In
fact, and I am talking out of school here, I caught him and his
fianc�e in the broom closet just down the hall a couple weeks back. I
could have fired him on the spot, but I didn't. I suspended him for a
day and let him off with a warning. Now that the tables are turned,
he's showing us compassion that we do not deserve. Do you understand
me, Helen?'

"Yes, I understand. So what's . . . what's going to happen
now?'

"He's a better friend than I thought he was, Helen. Helen I'm
your father and I just can't keep meeting with you like this."

"Daddy!" She cried and sank to the floor in despair.

"It's not the end of the world baby," Van Sciver said,
beseechingly, and cast a look for help at Dutch.

"Helen," Dutch said softly. "Listen to me. A few years ago, my
best friend was getting married to a wonderful girl. Just before the
wedding he became impotent, unable to make love to her. Now they had
been making love all along and she had been telling him the different
ways she wanted them to do it on their wedding night. She even
suggested that at the earliest opportunity she would like to try a
threesome."

"Where the hell are you going with this, Dutch?" Van Sciver said,
flushed with anger.

"I'm saying he asked me to help him out. I found a friend who could
keep his mouth shut and we joined the couple in their wedding suite.
The groom couldn't perform. We did. That is the three of us. The
groom had explained maters to his bride and she agreed to try to see if
our . . . fucking her, excuse the language, please, but that's what
we were doing. The two of us took her, in turn and together; and before
the night ended, the groom was back to normal and it was three men and
one woman. We are still best friends. My fianc�e is also a close
friend; in fact we're going to see them this evening."

"My god," Van Sciver gasped.

But Helen looked enthralled.

"So," she began, "you intend to replace my father, is that it?"

"Only if you're agreeable to it, Helen, you have my word I'll
tell no one. No one, that is unless my fianc�e learns about us and
then only her."

"And how would we . . . accomplish this . . . assignation?"

"Once a week at a place mutually agreeable to both of us; perhaps
your father has a place in mind."

"I do." He said. I have an apartment, a condo, actually that I use
for those nights I'm caught late at the hospital and don't want to
travel all the way home. Its two blocks from here; if I know when the
two of you will be using it, I'll never show my face. I promise."

For the first time, Helen smiled. Dutch took a deep breath and saw Van
Sciver beaming at him.

"Mr.?" she asked inquiringly.

"Perry, Dutch Perry," he replied and took a deep breath, beginning
to relax.

"Mr. Perry, I believe I accept your kind offer," her face was
reddening as the next words formed in her mouth. "And when shall we
begin?"

"Are Tuesday afternoons good for you?"

"They are indeed. Tuesdays it is. And if for some reason one of us
cannot be there . . .?"

"Notify me," Van Sciver said holding out two keys to the condo.
I'll give you both the address later. Now Dutch get the hell out of
my office. Helen, why don't you run along and be sure to give my best
to your husband."

"You already have, daddy, but I will do as you asked. It was very
nice meeting you after all, Mr. Perry," Helen said, thoroughly
flushed at the prospect of what awaited her the following week.

If you enjoyed this story, I'd love to hear what you favorite part was,
or any other comments you may have.  Writing these stories takes
effort, and a minute or two of your time is all I ask for in return.
the_panda@hotmail.com

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