Chapter 19

The next morning Janey bounced into the kitchen, full of energy and noise. She was greeted by the sullen expressions of two horny adults who knew they weren't going to be getting satisfaction for another 5 long nights. It didn't deter her or dampen her obvious energy in the slightest. She was wearing, if you could call it that, one of the wispiest, sheerest 'shorty' nightgowns I had ever seen her wear. And nothing else. A blind man could have seen her she was so exposed.

It didn't do anything to relieve my hard-on. It did even less when she came over and sat on my lap, directly on my stiff cock. She wiggled around until the tip slipped out of my pajama bottoms and up between her firm thighs.

"Good Morning, Dad. Sleep well?"

I eyed her suspiciously. Just as I thought, she was grinning impishly. I grunted and focused on not raping her right there on the granola and yogurt.

"I'm sorry if I got you in trouble. Really, I am. Is there anything I can do to make it better?" She wiggled her firm ass suggestively on my cock. It slipped a little further between her thighs. Her seductive and sexy actions belied the innocent expression on her face. She knew exactly what she was doing and the effect she was having on me.

"It's all right, Honey. I'll survive. But," I lifted her up and off my lap, "this definitely isn't going to help me survive."

"I know. I just couldn't help it. I borrowed one of Mom's sexy things to tease you." She posed obscenely for me. "Don't you think Mom would look hot in this, Dad? Huh? How about like this?" She bent over facing away from me. "Or maybe like this?" She cleared the dishes from in front of me and hopped up on the table. She spread her legs wide, dipped a finger in the butter and slicked up her cunt lips. "Oooh, I bet it would go in so smoooooth."

In desperation I stood up and went to the refrigerator. There, I got a pitcher of ice water, and calmly poured half of it over her head. She sat on the table stunned, sputtering. The thin material of her gown clung like a second skin to her near naked body, giving me serious second thoughts about the wisdom of my actions. I don't recall ever seeing anything so God Damned sexy as she looked right then. The second half of the pitcher I poured down the front of my pajama bottoms. It was the best relief I could imagine, and for the first time I could remember since I had seen them in their short T-shirts and tight shorts the morning before, I was not achingly erect.

"Go get dressed, Janey, you'll catch cold running around all wet like that."

She glared at me, then burst out laughing. "I was just trying to make it even. Mom's taking it worse than you are!"

I looked over at Sally, surprised. And noticed the red eyes and the puffy lids, signs of a sleepless night. She gave me a wan smile.

She nodded at the pitcher of ice water. "Nice move. I wondered how you'd get out of it. She was determined to break you. For my sake, even if it meant having sex with you. Though I don't think the little scamp would have particularly have minded doing it, at that. I'll have to remember that trick with the water. Messy, though." She nodded her head towards the corner. "Mop's in there."

I looked over to Janey. "No fair taking sides, kid. This is between your Mom and me, OK?"

"OK. Sorry." She dripped out of the kitchen.

I turned back to the corner, headed for the mop and bucket. "Sally, did she mean, 'Sorry,' as in Mom, I'm sorry it didn't work, or as in Larry, I'm sorry I teased you?"

"Hell if I know. But if you hadn't dumped water on her, I was about ready to jump her bones."

"Sally!"

"Hey, if it feels good..."

"No cheating. Agreed?"

Her agreement was a long time coming. But she gave her word. Very reluctantly.

The week passed. And passed. And passed again. It seemed to have gone by several times over. And then it was the next day. Friday lasted a week. Saturday lasted two weeks. Saturday night we couldn't even be in the same room, none of the three of us. Fortunately, it was a big house. I slept on the couch, until Sally came out and said it was worse being miserable alone than being miserable together. We agreed not to hold any grumpiness against each other, given the circumstances. However, I knew my limits. I wouldn't go in to the bedroom. She slept with me on the couch. That was worse.

Sunday I had several calls to make to arrange for the visit of Amud and his wife. We spent a leisurely time on the telephone, and by the time we were finished, the evening had been arranged. I hoped Sally would be pleased. I also made several calls to arrange the next "Family Day." I wasn't sure Sally would like the next special day's events. But it had to be done and it wouldn't kill her.

Monday I got up early, took an icy cold shower, and went to my office down the hall. There I closed the door and got to work. At ten o'clock the door to the office slammed open. Sally stood there gesticulating, clearly exasperated. It was almost comical. Her mouth was moving, but she said nothing. Not a word. At eleven, it was the same. At twelve thirty she burst in.

"What in the Hell did you give that girl to read. I am going crazy."

A distinct giggle came from Janey's room.

"What's she reading? One of your filthy books?"

I thought back to the books in the box. Ooops. "Actually, it's one of yours. I gave her your copy of 'The Story of O' I found in the library stuck behind the encyclopedias."

"Oh, great! Just fucking great! Well, young lady," she yelled down the hallway, "it doesn't take that long to read the damn book!"

"I'm memorizing the good parts. There are a lot of them, ya' know," came laughing from the closed room.

"Well, keep both hands on the book, damn it. You're driving me crazy!"

A musical tinkling came back at her. "Sooorrrry."

The office door slammed shut. I wondered how the house stayed intact with the amount of slamming and banging around I heard for the rest of the afternoon. Dinner was two slices of bread and a piece of cheese. And ice water. I considered soaking my dick in it.

That night we both went to bed and slept as far apart as possible. The seconds ticked by an hour apart.

BRRAALLLATttt.

I had apparently dozed off. My alarm went off at 11:59. One minute to Tuesday. I had set it to the Atomic Clock in Boulder, CO. I was taking no chances on cheating.

RrrrRRRRiIIInnggg.

Her alarm went off seconds later.

We lay there, letting the last 30 seconds of Hell end.

"NOW, Damn it. Fuck me, Larry. Please?"

I rolled over on top of her nude body. My iron hard prick rested between her thighs riding up onto her stomach. This was not going to be a finesse fuck. Neither of us had the need - or the patience - for that. This was going to be a race to the finish, two, three strokes tops. I cocked my hips, moving the throbbing head of my cock to nudge against her swollen cunt. I was all set to go, but first, I want to extract a simple promise...

"Sal, give me your word we'll never do this again," referring to the enforced celibacy. I pressed forward so that the tip split her lips open just slightly.

"Lar, give me your fucking cock, or we'll never do this again." She emphasized her words with thrusts of her hips, trying to force more of my cock into her.

Leaning heavily on my elbows, I placed my hands on her chest and pressed her down onto the mattress. As she couldn't slide any lower without ripping her tits off her chest, she was foiled in her attempts to impale herself on me. But I did move to allow the whole of my cock head to slip inside her. The hot, tight lips of her pussy closed around the corona. I swear it was trying to suck me in. I tried again.

"Sal, I'm serious. This has been the hardest week of my life. Please promise me. Never again will we withhold sex as a punishment."

"I don't give a shit how hard you have been. It hasn't been easy for me, either. And giving Janey that book was a low blow, dirty. I only care that you're hard now. Now shut up and fuck me. Or pull out and let me do myself."

I didn't pull out. I didn't go in. I stayed very still. And kept her pinned to the bed. What had begun as a frenzied fuck, a race to the finish, had become a contest of wills. There suddenly seemed to be a whole lot more at stake here than I had imagined. Why is that always the case when it comes to women and sex?

I felt her first contractions begin as a light flutter and then her pussy clamped down on the head of my cock. If cunts had teeth, you could have called me Ichabod. I knew I had to do something but the only thing I could do was to focus on not coming myself. I centered myself, remembering something a martial arts sensei had told me years ago when I took karate in high school. I emptied my mind and imagined a fist, tight around the neck of my cock. I willed myself not to cum, squeezing that fist tighter and tighter, blocking the egress of the ejaculate.

I heard a gasp from Sally. It brought me back from wherever I had been in my mind. I was afraid I had hurt her. I opened my eyes to find her looking up at me, a startled look in her eyes. Her face was wet, as if she had been crying, or more likely, I had been. As I became more aware, I felt that my whole body was drenched in sweat. Her face was covered in my sweat that had dripped down off my face above hers.

I looked down at my hands that had been holding onto her soft breasts, fearful of the damage I had done to them. They were a good inch off her chest. She was not pinned to the mattress, yet she had not moved down my prick.

"OK. 'Uncle.' You win. I promise, we will never again withhold sex from each other in anger or punishment. Now," she looked up at me with concern, "if you're OK, can we do it now?"

"Yes, Love." I shoved into her as gently as I could, but it still felt like a yard engine shuttling freight cars in a rail yard. She came in two strokes. I heard a cry from underneath me, and an echo in the doorway. Turning my head, I saw Janey standing in the door, trembling, sharing the force of her mother's orgasm. As it subsided, I called her over to the bed. She needed to be held.

They came three more times before I let go of the fist around my cock. It wasn't as bad as it sounds, really. The next two orgasms they experienced were one on top of the other. It was the last one that took a while. The immediate edge was off and she made me work for this one. When I came, I flooded her.

"Oh, God, Sally. I'm cumming. I'm cummmmmming."

"Yes. Yessss, oh yess. OH GOD! Are you pissing in me? What's going on. Oh. Oh. I'm cumming too, you bastard. OOOooo."

I hadn't peed in a bed since I was three. Even at camp. I didn't this time either. It was all cum. It had sprayed into her for a good 10 to 15 seconds. Not like a series of pulses. More like a fire hose. Second mattress in a week we would have to replace. The furniture guys were going to love me. Maybe I could get a quantity discount.

Later, resting, we three snuggled. It was different, but great, having two blonde heads on my chest. They were both very still. Finally, Janey piped up,

"What the heck was that, a car wreck? Remind me not to take marriage counseling from you two."

I looked over at Sally. "What does she mean, a car wreck?"

Sally tilted her head up to look at me. "You are much more of a man than I gave you credit for, Larry Sampson," she started quietly. "You know I have always prided myself on my strength, my will. But I am an amateur compared to you." I must have looked confused.

"You remember the ice water you dumped on her last week? And then you dumped it on yourself? Janey and I were both about to lose it that first morning. There was so much sexual tension in the air, and it was acting like an amplifier. Or maybe it was because you were there, too, adding your tension, your male tension to the mix that made it worse. Anyway, we were this close to jumping you. Seriously. Fuck the bet, fuck the punishment, fuck the agreement. After only one day, we were going crazy. Then, when the water hit you, we both felt something inside of us, too, and we knew there was a link to you. One strong enough we could hang onto, to make us stronger. To help us get through this last week."

Janey piped up and continued, "Remember those nights after the attack, when you sat with me? I knew you were there. At first it felt strange, having someone else other than Mom on the link, but I didn't realize until now that that's how I knew you were there. It wasn't that strong at first, but I could feel the good in you. You didn't try to come inside my head and get at me like the doctors were doing. You just sat there, night after night, showing me the way out, waiting for me when I was ready. Then that last night, you kind of fell asleep and the link got really strong. When I reached out and touched your hand, I could, well, talk to you, sort of. It's hard to explain. But even then, in your imagination or your dreams you didn't think of me in a scary way. All you could think of was how many great and wonderful things I would do. And you really liked that blue suit," she finished, teasing me gently.

Sally picked up the explanation. "But it's not just that. Janey and I have found that our link is stronger when you are around, like you're an amplifier, or something. Not all the time, but when you are feeling a simple emotion, like anger or love, or when you're really focused, the effect you have can be really strong.

"Like just now, I was just beginning to orgasm - Janey, too - when it was sucked out of me, us. It just went away. I don't know how I know, but you drained that energy from us. I can't fight that kind of strength, the kind you have in you. If you were any other man, I would be afraid for my life. As it is, I'm not sure."

"I see. A car wreck." I thought a minute. "Sally, why did you fight me on giving your word? We both know it isn't good for us to do that. Why resist?"

"I've never not been in control. I've always had to be the person in control, sexually. Except when, well, you know... Having to rely on you for the strength to do something I have been capable of doing all my life hurt. I got mad, angry at you, even though I was the one who was weak. I just wanted, needed to have it on my terms."

"Sally, you know I would never dream of hurting you. I didn't even know what was going on, what I was doing. I was just trying to be strong for you, to prove to you that I was worthy of your love and trust. I didn't mean to frighten you or ridicule you. Please, forgive me. If I suck anything else out of you, please, tell me to stop. Unless," and I broke into my Marx Brother's voice, "of course, I'm busy between your legs...."

"Eeewww, gross" and "Oh, Larry, not in front of Janey" comments were accompanied by twin elbow in my sides.

As we drifted off I reminded the girls that the next day was going to be another Family Day. I got mixed reviews, but nothing that really indicated trouble. The two petite blondes snuggled into me, two hands slipped down and cradled my cock. Not to elicit a response, although there was a predictable one, but more in a cuddly way. I decided not to object, and closed my eyes.

It was the first good night's sleep we had had in a week.

Chapter 20

The next morning I rousted the two sleeping beauties out of bed at 6:30. Late for me, early for them. We had a lot of work to do today, and that called for an early start.

Janey was in good spirits, but Sally resented the time away from my cock. She felt I owed it to her. I felt differently. You don't make up for things lost due to discipline. Else, why bother? If you're going to get it later, why bother keeping it from you now. That was one reason I didn't like to use sex as a tool of discipline, at least the withholding of it as a punishment. Actually, I think she just woke up in a piss-poor mood. She had a bad case of the grumpies, but tough shit.

After a light breakfast, granola and yogurt, juice and coffee, I bundled the two dwarfs, Happy and Grumpy and both Sleepy, into the Jeep and headed to the 'back 40'.

Sally's property extended a couple of miles back into the rolling hills. There was one spot in particular I had in mind, a miniature box canyon not too far back. I loaded shovels and burlap sacks into the back of the Jeep, along with a basket lunch I had prepared the night before and some other supplies. Sally grumbled when she saw the lunch basket, as that told her this was not going to be a short drive in the country. In other words, no fucking for at least 5 hours. She was not a happy camper.

Janey had been so excited to go into her room to see what attire I had picked out for them. Her disappointed face was priceless as she and Sally emerged in sturdy Levi jeans, suitably tight, of course, heavy work shirts, leather gloves, boots, a baseball cap and worst of all, underwear. Not the frilly kind, but sturdy cotton panties and heavy duty sports bras. No flashing today. I just smiled, and told Janey I thought she looked nice in those clothes. I was telling her the truth, and she knew it. It helped.

We bounced overland in the Jeep to the canyon I had in mind. I unloaded the shovels and sacks and divided them into three piles. I demonstrated how to fill the sacks with sand from the nearby dry creek bed and tie them off. It isn't difficult, but after the first two or three, it becomes monotonous. Then it's just plain backbreaking work. There were a couple of hundred bags to fill.

Janey and I finished our sacks at about the same time. I was more than a little surprised that she kept up with me. I was carrying the filled sacks over to another spot close by and was stacking them in a wall about waist high or a bit higher. It got hotter as the sun rose, and I took my shirt off, as did Janey. She smiled at me as I slowly appreciated her sweat-soaked sports bra that fit snuggly around her firm chest. She was openly appreciating my bare chest, as well. I keep in shape, but it was still nice to be admired by someone that young and firm.

We were leaning on our shovels, resting, waiting for Grumpy to get a move on, when the rebellion started. It had been apparent that Sally wasn't keeping up and now she wasn't working at all. Her gloves were off, and she was staring at us defiantly. Staring at me, anyway.

"You going to finish those, Sally? We're about done here."

"You going to make me? Why the fuck are we doing this, anyway? If you're done, you can do these. I'm tired. I want to go home."

"Sally, just because I'm in charge today doesn't mean you can act like a little kid. That was last week. This week we're doing something different, OK?"

"Screw you, Mister 'I'm-in-charge.' I wanted to stay in bed and make love today, but, nooooo, you had to be in charge. Well, I don't like it, and you can't make me. I'm horny, I'm angry, I'm tired. Three strikes, and I'm out of here."

She stood there, daring me to do something. So I did.

I walked over to her smiling, and took her into my arms, hugging her. She gave a little sob and grabbed me around my waist. I turned her by the shoulder and walked her a ways away from where we were standing over to the stacks of filled sandbags. We stood there, facing into the canyon, listening to the quiet. I didn't know what to say. I was pissed, but I waited until my anger was under control.

I tugged her around in front of me, so that we were both facing the same way, her back nestled into my front. Spooning, standing up. I slowly began a major campaign on her breasts, building gradually, squeezing and pinching, to good effect. When my hands undid her Levi's there was no resistance left in her. She didn't even look around for Janey.

As soon as her white cotton panties cleared her hips I bent her forward over the sandbags. Her boots left the ground by a couple of inches and I stripped the pants down over the boots, but not off. That would take too much time. After grabbing and simply ripping her panties off, I moved her feet as far apart as I could and then gave them purchase on the lower tier of bags.

I lowered my zipper and released my swollen cock from confinement. I dipped it in the slit of her cunt, teasing her. Seriously, I had no intention of going that route after her insolent behavior. Her tight little asshole was just looking at me, begging for some attention. Besides, the little devices the Rosen's had implanted around it should have been loaded with the sexual enhancer by now.

Without warning, I aimed and pressed home the head of my cock.

"NOOONOOOONOOOO. Larry, please, not theere. OH GOD, It's too big, I'm not ready. OHH Larry OOOOOEEEEEIIIIiiSSHHIITT. What's happening to me? OHHHHh yyyeesss!"

I figured the little suckers that had been implanted at the clinic had just kicked in. Thank you, Dr.s Rosen. Sally clamped her anal sphincter down hard on my cock and nearly snapped it off. It took lot of effort, on both our parts, but I finally buried the full length of my shaft in her rear canal. She screamed like a banshee each time she felt my heart beat. She could feel the pulse in her tightly stretched anal ring, and just that small amount of added pressure pumped a little more of the sexual enhancer into her system. She just kept going higher and higher and higher. There was no limit to the altitude on this rocket, and the first stage still had a lot of fuel to burn.

It was one of the noisiest fucks we had ever had. Part way through, Janey came up behind me and reached around me to hold my chest, her chest against by bare back. Every time her mother would climax, she would dig her fingernails into my pectoral muscles. Since Sally came nearly every time the pressure on the anal sphincter changed, I was a mass of scratches by the time we were finished. Janey's hand wandered down to where I joined her mother. I don't know if she was aware I had taken Sally anally or not, but as she felt the juncture and realized the port of entry was farther south than she was expecting, I heard her suck in her breath.

I slowly moved my body forward, driving myself back into the dark recesses of that clasping hole. Janey's hand was trapped between our sweating bodies. I stayed buried until I felt her hand leave my body and venture to Sally's. Her fingers moved lightly over the vacant cunt and finally found her mother's center. Janey caressed the excitable button to its fullest height and then flicked it incessantly with her agile fingers while I plowed the back forty. Together we gave Sally the orgasmic experience of her life to that moment.

I felt a small hand cup my balls from behind and gently massage them. A slight push, and a thumb penetrated my own asshole. I had done this before and knew what was coming. I started spewing my seed deep into Sally as the thumb fucked my ass and pressed on my prostate.

When my cock lost its stiffness, I pulled out of Sally with a slight sucking sound. I cleaned her up with her torn panties, and handed them to Janey to wipe her hand. Then I wiped myself off and zipped up. While we waited for Sally to come back to us, Janey took a towel and went to a nearby stream for some water.

When Sally did move, she pulled her pants up sans panties, tucked her shirt in and turned around. She kept her head bowed and kind of leaned into my scratched chest. When she spoke, there was a tinge of awe in her hurt voice.

"Was that you? Did you make me cum like that? What's happening to me? It's never been like that before!"

I held her tight. As much as I wanted to take the credit, I said, "I think you can thank the Rosen Clinic for that."

"Janey, too?"

"Uh-huh."

"God, when she discovers how good it is up the ass, we'll never have grandchildren."

She then turned to go, but stopped. "Larry? About what happened just now? The sex was great, and I deserved to get it up the ass the way I was behaving and all, but, well, it still hurt me in here." She pointed to her chest. "I don't like to feel like that."

I knew what she meant. Something had come between us, but I didn't know what it was, or what to do about it, but it was there and it was serious. Keeping her head bowed, she turned and went back to work on her sacks, completing them in short order.

I stacked up the sacks to form a protective barrier for anyone standing behind it. I got a large wooden box from the Jeep and set it on top of the barrier. From the box I took two smaller, polished wooden boxes and placed one in front of each of them.

Curiosity finally got to them and they opened the beautiful mahogany boxes to reveal compact, but lethal 9mm pistols. We went through a very thorough course on gun handling, gun safety, loading, aiming, carrying, and so on. There wasn't a live round to be found in any of the supplies in front of them, however. I was taking no chances.

They were good students. When I was convinced they were ready, which was long after they thought they were, I got another box from the Jeep and produced safety goggles and ear protectors. Then we loaded the guns. One at a time. With real bullets. One would shoot, the other would watch. Then they would switch. There was only one gun loaded at a time, and it was always pointed down range.

A 9mm is normally a big gun for a woman, but I thought they could handle it. Both had excellent hand and arm strength. The particular model I selected is downsized in the grip, and had been designed to be used as a backup weapon for cops. It was light and sturdy. If they ever needed to use it, the 8 rounds it carried were going to be enough.

For the finale of the morning, I produced two man-shaped targets and said the winner got their choice of seats for the event of the afternoon. Janey turned out to be the better marksman. At first, she objected to shooting at silhouettes of human figures. Sally held up her hand to stop her from shooting, walked down to the target, and in big lipstick letters, wrote 'Steven' across the figure.

I was shocked at what she had done. Janey just got quiet, as she realized, suddenly, just how serious this was. Her next 8 shots tore the crotch out of the target. Everything after that landed in the chest. I made a mental note not to get her angry with me. When she was mad, she was cold-blooded and an excellent shot. I wondered if I should have armed them at all.

On the next target, Sally was hitting very close to her daughter's score, and with a couple of good shots on the two remaining rounds, could win. Janey held up her hand to stop the shooting, went down to the target and scrawled 'Larry' on the silhouette and drew an oversized phallus at the crotch. She proudly strutted back, thinking she had shaken her mother and that she would retain the highest score.

Sally stared at the target for the longest time, then slowly laid her gun on the sacks, conceding defeat, a unfamiliar sad and hurt look in her eye.

It was an uneasy moment for all of us. Sometimes it just doesn't pay to win.