Part 21
Nita
Michael saw it coming, “I told you once Honey, I could never refuse you.”
“Even though I fucked and sucked a dog.”
“Honey, that makes no difference to me. It was his way of humiliating you, of breaking you. Miguel was sick. I hope he burns for eternity. He did it to you. It wasn’t your choice.”
“Then will you?”
“Of course, Princess, if that’s what you really want.”
“I’m not sure if I want to join your… you know…your harem, but I need to feel like a woman, not a victim.”
She put her arms around him and pulled him into a kiss. Realizing she had very limited experience, he taught her the value of beginning slow, just grazing your lover’s lips, to a soft joining, to opening, to stroking the passion with a tongue, finally to a passionate dueling of tongues.
When they broke the kiss, Nita’s dark eyes sparkled with wonder. The kiss imprinted on her heart. She felt her body react. It felt delicious.
Michael knew he had been set up again, but, seeing her eyes, he believed she genuinely needed him.
“Now go tell those conniving bitches that they’ve won again.” Pushing her off the bed, “And tell them “Thank you.”
Michael showered and joined his ladies.
Beth went to him, hugged him and pulled him into a very un-daughter like kiss. Her eyes sparkled with joy when they broke.
He hugged and kissed them all in turn.
“Where’s Kat?” he asked just as she, Misha and Rachael came through the kitchen door.
He went to them, hugged and kissed Kat tenderly, rubbing her belly gently. He kissed Rachael with passion and love…and forgiveness.
He looked at Misha, who had clearly been crying, “How’s he doing?”
“They’re still flushing his system. Jennifer got his liver tests back and he’s pretty far gone. Not enough time for a transplant list in the States. We’re checking alternatives. He’s still got the shakes. And he’s got some other things going on. His PSA is 9. Jennifer has arranged for him to be examined in Brisbane. If we hadn’t come, he’d have been dead in 6 months.” Misha said sadly.
“How are you doing?” Kat asked gently.
“I’m OK. A little shaky, but OK.” He said honestly.
“We’re so sorry. We didn’t know.”
“I know, Honey. At least you figured out a way to lead me out.”
Kat looked confused. “What do you mean?”
“Nita.” He said waiting to see a look of recognition, but all he saw was confusion.
“What did Nita do?”
“She came to talk to me as her father.” Even as he said it, he realized how the plan developed. It had to be Beth.
“That wasn’t my idea. I’ve been with my dad.”
He smiled and took her arm, leading them into the main living room. Beth came up to him, searching his eyes for the madness. She saw love.
“Do we need to order another ring and necklace, Dad?”
“I don’t know. She can tell you tomorrow. Was it your idea?”
She shook her head. “Hers. We were talking about how you hadn’t snapped when I was attacked. I said it was because your “Dad” instincts took over. She told us about her problem and needed your help. I know it’s convenient timing, but that the truth.” She paused, then went ahead, “Dad, we feel terrible. I should have known. I swear, we’ll never do anything like that again. Please forgive us.”
“All’s forgiven, Honey. Tell the others. I still feel a bit drugged and want some fresh air.”
He grabbed a sailing jacket and went to take a long walk. He wanted to be completely alert tonight. He walked around the compound, noting some rust damage that would need repair, a pothole and a couple of lights that needed replacing.
The sun touched the horizon. He went into the main house and found everyone in the main living room, including the Senator and Misha. Beth was on the floor playing with Michaela. Shoshana stood up when he entered the room and came to him for a hug.
Nita hugged him next, whispering into his ear, “I can’t believe how excited I am. Don’t you dare back out!” she giggled as she squeezed his ass.
As he hugged his women, he realized that he felt free for the first time in years. the thought of losing these marvelous, complex creatures had triggered the nightmares. He’d have to tell Alice to warn the girls.
John McDale looked terrible. His usual ruddy complexion was sallow. He’d lost weight and extra skin hung from his jowls. His dark hair now sported gray roots. He now looked the twenty plus years older he was than his wife. They were leaving early the next morning for his medical appointments in Brisbane.
They stayed for dinner, marveling at the interplay of women from diverse backgrounds and at the unselfish love. Kat fit in perfectly. She sat between Beth and Alice. Rafaela sat between Maria and Nita. Nita seemed almost unnaturally bright. Misha remarked on the glow that seemed to surround her.
“Tonight is a very special night for her, Mom,” Kat said, “But it’s private between us.”
“We’re a family here, Misha. It’s strange that so much happiness can come from so much pain, but that’s what happened. While we fled for our lives, we became dedicated to each other,” Rachael explained, “No one knows tomorrow, but I’d like to think that we will be together until we cross over.”
After dinner the McDales went back to the guesthouse to prepare for the early morning trip. Before they left, Misha took Rachael aside, “Is she going to bed with Michael?”
Rachael smiled and nodded. “It’s her idea. She’s got problems trusting men after her rape. Believe me, Michael will prove to her that she’s normal and can enjoy making love. He proved it to me.”
Nita looked marvelous. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, her makeup drew attention to her wide eyes and perfect teeth. She truly looked like a young version of Rafaela. Instead of a negligee, she chose a thick white robe. It engulfed her slender frame, wrapping her in a warm, secure feeling. The girls helped her prepare for any sexual activity and then she was ready, still feeling Michael’s lips on hers. Every nerve ending in her body hummed in anticipation.
When she stepped through the bedroom door, she beamed. Her smoldering sensuality combined with her innocence to create an incredible aura.
When he took her hand, he noticed that she was trembling.
He led her to the bed and sat her down, brought her a flute of champagne and sat beside her. “Princess, you are so beautiful.” He tapped his flute to hers.
“To making love and me a woman,” she said as she leaned in to renew the kiss of the morning.
He put his flute on the bed stand, took hers and did the same.
His hand slipped between her dark hair and her ear, pulling her close. He leaned back and they both lay on the bed.
She loved kissing him. She felt the butterflies through her body. The terrycloth caressed her sensitive nipples and breasts, her labia filled with blood, her inner lips began to emerge, and her clit grew more and more sensitive. All from a kiss!
She surrendered. Michael felt it. She lay floating in a lake of unknown sensuality, her eyes closed.
Michael broke the kiss. Her eyes fluttered open, urgency plainly written on her face. “Don’t stop!’
He pulled her up, undid the sash on her robe and sensually pushed it off her shoulders, using it like a towel as he slid it down her arms and over her ass. The friction caused by the terrycloth sent electric feeling through her body. Michael dropped his robe. He picked her up and lay her on the bed. He lay beside her. The room was cool, so he pulled the blankets over her and slowly pulled her to him.
He slipped one his left arm under her neck while his right dropped to the small of her back. He kissed her again, while beginning to explore her body with his free hand.
She felt cherished and loved. The feel of his hard, warm body against hers sent a thrill coursing through her body. She molded to him, her nipples distended with lust, her pussy lubricating in anticipation.
His fingertips gently caressed her smooth back. She moaned into his mouth. His fingers circled the area around her coccyx at the top of her ass cleft. She shivered.
He caressed the back and sides of her neck. She pressed her pussy against him. She felt very wet, but it was far too soon.
He pushed her on her back and began a journey of exploration with his lips and tongue. He dropped his right hand to her pussy, using his left to caress one breast while his mouth and tongue pleasured the other. His right hand gently told her legs to part. As they did, he began to run his hand from her knee to inches before it touched her labia.
Eventually he lifted her leg and found himself staring at her engorged labia and wet inner lips, now fully exposed.
He knew she was close, so he licked the inner lips apart, nearing her clit, but not actually touching it. His thumbs parted the lips to expose her inner beauty and tunnel. He licked the inner lips. She began thrashing. He locked his mouth on her clit, sucking hard and whipping the little eraser with his tongue.
She exploded, thrashing while holding his head against her pussy, screaming unintelligibly at the top of her lungs. He kept sucking and torturing her clit. She kept exploding, until spent, she flopped back on the bed, releasing his head.
He wiped his face on the sheet and slid beside her, caressing her face. He reached behind and retrieved a flute of champagne, sipping it as she recovered. She turned to him, tears in her eyes.
“Why did I wait?” she cried in smiling frustration.
He handed her his glass and got the other.
She giggled. “I was going to surprise you, but I think I should tell you so you don’t think you hurt me. When I had my operation, I had them make me a virgin again…I have a cherry for you to break, darling.”
“You’re sure?”
“Are you kidding?” She reached down and grabbed his cock, squeezing it hard, “I need you, Michael, more than I ever dreamed I could need any man.”
Michael was determinedly gentle and patient entering her.
She lay on her back, her legs spread in open invitation. He lay between her legs. She guided him into her steamy sheath.
He moved slowly, wanting her to remember every moment of this night. He came against her artificial hymen. Looking into her eyes, he thrust through it. She winced. He waited … then moved forward in tiny increments, allowing her to adjust.
When he was fully inside her fiery tunnel, he flipped them, putting her on top. Lynne had told her about dancing on Michael’s cock. She experimented, swaying her hips.
Michael hit the button in the headboard. Her favorite music played softly. Soon she was improvising her own sensual rhythm, feeling Michael’s cock gyrate inside her, stretching her tunnel, caressing her sensitive tissues.
Michael felt her tunnel began to flutter, her climax approaching. Michael’s hands dropped from her sensitive breasts to her belly. As Nita screamed something in Spanish, Michael’s thumbs rubbed her clit in opposite directions. She froze momentarily. She screamed her pleasure into the night. Her orgasm triggered Michael’s. His cum shot against her cervix, his shaft pulsing against her tight tunnel. She kept cumming as long as Michael’s cock jerked inside her.
She looked down at him in wonder and collapsed on his chest.
He pulled the blankets over her back. She mewed her pleasure. Her head lay on his chest. She listened to his strong, steady heartbeat and rhythmic breathing. Unconsciously, her breathing copied his.
This was her moment, the moment she became whole. She would forever bear the scars of the past, but she was a woman whole.
Hours later, she pushed him back and pleasured him with her mouth. Through all the abuse, she had learned well how to give that pleasure.
When they woke, it was late morning. They showered and entered the main living room. All four women had on headphones.
Maria, seeing them up, tore off her earphones and hugged her little sister. “You’re a screamer!” she blurted out, giggling. They both were.
The girls surrounded Nita, anxious to see if she wanted to join them in their committed relationship with Michael.
In Brisbane, the McDales had a very different morning. Jennifer led John through a series of carefully choreographed medical appointments. He was prodded, poked, stuck and stretched, vials of his every biological fluid taken. They did a colonoscopy.
Though Jennifer had examined him, the exams were repeated, the results recorded in the hospital database. In the event they had to be sent to other doctors, they wanted nothing traced back to the compound.
By noon, Jennifer’s diagnosis was confirmed. He had advanced prostate cancer, a failing liver, shockingly high cholesterol and a heart arrhythmia.
They lymph node samples showed the cancer had spread throughout his body. His chest x-ray showed suspicious dark masses. They would require a biopsy to confirm, but the doctors were certain it was cancer.
The senior diagnostician sat with Jennifer, John and Misha.
“John, the news isn’t good. You have prostate cancer. It’s spread throughout your body. You have lesions on your lungs that may also be cancerous. You also have advanced colon cancer.”
The doctor was privately surprised that John was still alive.
“Unfortunately, your heart is weak. We estimate that your heart is at less than 15% efficiency. You die when it gets below 10%. Many of your arteries appear to be almost completely blocked.”
“Finally, your liver is failing. It’s starting to shut down. The tests Jennifer ran compared to today indicate your liver will fail within days, perhaps a week. Even if we could find a liver, the transplant surgery would kill you. And that doesn’t even begin to attack the cancers.”
“In my opinion, John, you need to get your affairs in order. You have a few days, two weeks at most.”
“Is there anything they could do for him in the States?” Misha said having spoken with Jennifer as her husband was shuttled between exam rooms.
The doctor handed her a copy of an e-mail. “Your husband’s test results were sent to Bethesda. They concur with my diagnosis. If he gets on an airplane for the States, they’ll take his body off in LA.”
They rode back to the compound in silence. John slept some of the way, but Misha stared out the window numb with shock. While she had never been passionately in love with John, they had three children and a stable, if mediocre, life together.
Now she had only her son and daughters. Her son was a rapist. And her youngest daughter despised her son.
Half a world away, their son lay dieing, his penis being slowly eaten, his hands tied around a large tree. His naked legs were splayed open, ankles tied to stakes, exposing his mutilated cock. The wild boar ate this new delight.
He couldn’t scream. His mouth had been duct taped, the girl’s bloody panties stuffed in his mouth.
“Think they’ll find him?”
“Not for a long time. We’re pretty far from the hunting camps.”
“Better not or that politician asshole will get on our ass.”
“I’ll check him in a few days, but that hog sure looked hungry!”
They tried for two days to reach Robert, to no avail. A 16-year old girl had been attacked in a small town near Robert’s university that was deep in the hills of a southern state, but the family would not press charges or allow her to be examined for forensic evidence, so it was all speculation.
In this part of the country, law and justice were not for sale. Not if a girl had been attacked.
The morning after John’s medical tests, Kat, Misha and Rachael sat at the kitchen table. They had been crying.
Michael stuck his head in the door, “Need company?”
Kat smiled, “Please.”
“Have you reached Robert?” Misha asked, seeing Michael’s jaw set, his eyes frightening. Robert had raped Beth.
“Not yet. Tim’s got someone going down there, but no news yet.”
He looked into their grief stricken faces.
“Girls,” he said a little sharply, “Stop. John’s about to cross over. What about making that trip one filled with laughter and joy?”
Misha recoiled, still caught up in her own pain.
“What does he like? What can we do to make this easier on him? It’s going to happen. How do we make him happy during the time he is still on this side?” Michael said, seeing the women beginning to readjust.
“He likes to drink Scotch,” Misha said bitterly.
“OK, what kind? I mean, he can’t do more damage can he?”
The girls began to readjust. They started to think about him.
“Where’s Kat’s sister?”
“On her way. I called Tim and he’s arranging it.” Rachael said firmly.
“What else does he love? Food? Pictures? Come on. You have a few days left to show your love. Make it about his happiness.” Michael said firmly as he left.
Hours later, he and John sipped a fine scotch, watching the seemingly eternal sea.
“Thank you for helping Kat and Robert. Kat is happier than I have ever seen her. I wish I could have seen my first grandchild.”
“Kat is extraordinary, but then, you know that. She’s brought so much life into our little group. You did good there, John.”
“Little group! How do you do it? Ten women. Incredible.”
Michael chuckled. “The share me well. Actually they love and play with each other a lot. Because of what they’ve been through, it’s hard for them to trust men. They trust me. I’d die for any one of them. Soon Michaela will have brothers and sisters. I hope it will be enough for them.”
“What do you think of Misha becoming number 11?”
The question stunned Michael. “John you’re talking about your wife!”
“If I may be so bold, she’s my widow. She’s an attractive, more than attractive woman. She’s a year younger than Rachael. There’s nothing for her in the States. Robert is a little shit. Kat’s sister is spoiled beyond repair. I’ve never seen Misha as comfortable as she is here. Kat will never leave you or your harem. There’s nothing for Misha in Washington when I pass.”
Michael looked into the dieing man’s eyes. They pled for his wife.
Michael took a deep breath. “If she wants to stay, you know she can. As for the harem, that’s a bit more complex. We have a rule when it comes to joining. Everyone has to agree.”
“That’s why we’re out here. They already have. Now it’s up to you.”
“How does Misha feel?”
“She hasn’t had a man for almost two years. She wants this more than life. She is with Rafaela and Rachael right now, waiting to hear. Will you grant a dieing man’s wish? Please take her into your heart. Please take care of the love of my life.”
John held out his hand and Michael took it.
Michael helped John stand. Michael had seen eyes like his before.
Two days later, John crossed over.

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Part 17
A New Beginning
The birth seemed almost anti-climactic. Rafaela endured eight hours of pain to hold her daughter to her breast. Following the birth, Jennifer took the opportunity to repair some of the vaginal damage from the long ago rapes. Rafaela would be as tight as when she first met Michael.
Mother, daughter, father and eight aunts cared for the little girl. Michael understood and allowed his harem to care for his child. By unanimous vote, they named her Michaela.
The birth, though, triggered pain in many of his women. Rachel, Beth and Shoshana would never know the pain and magic of having a child in their birth canal.
The day following the birth, Michael and Beth crossed the main living room, smiling at Rafaela, feet up, snoring gently in an overstuffed recliner with a pillow under her butt.
Maria was staring out the large windows overlooking the sea. Her face and body language said she was miserable. They went to her.
“What’s up, Honey?” Michael asked as he bent to kiss her cheek.
“I know I have to heal, but it hurts so much,” she wailed softly and started to cry.
Beth sat next to her, pulling her into a hug, “You’re almost through it, Honey. Just a little longer and you’ll see the clouds part. Sometimes it just takes a trigger to get you the last few steps.”
At the word “trigger”, her head snapped up. She looked directly into Michael’s eyes, pleading.
Michael and his harem had discussed this the night before. Nita had responded to the months of intense therapy, but Maria had hit a plateau and could not seem to get passed it. In her mind it was simple. Make love to Michael and she would be cured, just like Rafaela. Jennifer had even put her on birth control, though more to regulate her cycle than afford protection.
Maria could not understand why they would not share him. They loved her. She was sure of that.
She certainly wasn’t a virgin! Like a sore tooth, she had explored the seeming contradiction every day for the past several weeks.
Knowing he might regret it, he said, “We’ll talk about it tonight at dinner.”
She jumped into his arms, tugging to get him to lean forward so she could reach his lips. Her kiss was filled with animal lust and need.
When they broke the kiss, he saw the sadness in Beth’s eyes.
Maria whispered, “I’ll be a good slut for you, Michael.” Inside he winced.
“Remember, we’ll talk at dinner,” he said to her back as she streaked to the bedroom she shared with Nita.
“I don’t think she heard you, Dad,” Beth said sadly.
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As Beth stepped into the shower, Michael followed. He spun her to face him, startling her. He took her face in his hands and kissed her, trying to send his love through his lips and tongue. One hand on her back to keep her pressed against his hardening cock, one hand on the back of her head, keeping their lips locked together. After what seemed an eternity, their lips parted.
He stared into her eyes, “I loved you before you were even born and every minute since. I loved you enough to risk losing you. I love you more than life. Don’t ever doubt that, Honey,” he said fiercely.
They washed in silence and toweled off. Michael picked her up and carried her to bed.
They kissed with a ferocity born of pain. She desperately wanted to be joined to him, not through his shaft, but through his skin. She wanted to be a part of him. She wanted him to be hers alone. She needed to feel that special bond again.
He understood.
He levered himself atop her, his cock trapped against her belly.
“Daddy, I need you inside me. NOW!”
She wiggled to free his member, urgently grabbed his shaft. She rubbed it up her slit, parting her inner lips and pulled him into her steaming depths.
He thrust hard and deep. By the third stroke she was fully impaled.
Her hands dug into his ass as she thrust upward. They soon found their rhythm. To the outside, it would seem brutal fucking, but it was really an act of desperation on a primal level. Both said goodbye to an old, normal life and sought to embrace a new one. Having been asked to share one more time, both felt the loss of time together.
Knowing each other’s body well, they came together.
He eventually rolled off her and held her close.
“What just happened?” she asked in wonder.
“I don’t really know. I just feel like I let go of something.”
Beth nodded.
Maria fidgeted, waiting for dinner. She had spent the afternoon politicking the harem to agree. Finally they were called to the table.
It would have been cruel to force the small girl to endure further uncertainty. Two presents sat in front of her place at the table. One was square, the other rectangular and flat.
Maria’s hands flew to her mouth and she ran to Michael, jumping into his arms, placing her soft, supple lips on his. When the kiss broke, she whispered, “I’ll be a good cumbucket for you.” Inside, Michael winced again.
She happily hugged each woman in turn, finally hugging Nita who had a strange look on her face.
Maria tore the paper from the box. She opened it to see her commitment ring. As she was about to put it on her left ring finger, Beth spoke, ”Honey, you wear it on our right hand until you and Michael make love. Then you put it on your left hand.”
She opened the second gift. “This is for you as a member of our adult family, it is a symbol of love,” Rafaela explained. She insisted at being at dinner, despite the pain.
“When will I get my ring and necklace?” Nita asked quietly.
Alice visibly winced. This was just what she feared would happen.
Michael sat down and patted his lap. She sat obediently.
He reached down and lifted her chin, looking straight into her eyes.
“Honey, you will choose that time. You know I love you, but as a father, as someone to guide and protect you. If you offer yourself to me, I couldn’t say no. But then I will love you as a woman. Think hard because the moment a woman first offers her love never comes again.”
“I know you lost your physical virginity to a brutal rape. So did most of the people in this room. What some men don’t understand is that your emotional virginity is much, much more important and valuable. Miguel tried to force Maria to offer herself to him. When she refused, he tried to destroy her.”
“Yet tonight, she’s offered herself to me. Her once in a lifetime gift.”
“This summer we’ll start to travel and learn our new world and our new neighbors. In this land, you and Maria are exotic and, in any world, you and Maria are very beautiful. Young men will seek you out. As a father, I would want you to wait until after the summer to choose to offer yourself.”
As he finished, he looked up, directly into Maria’s eyes. Then she looked down at her ring. She turned to Alice, her eyes pleading. Alice walked around the table to whisper something to her and led her aside.
Nita went with them.
Jennifer rose and walked to him. She kissed him, hard on his lips, “I don’t think I have ever seen a better father.”
“So just where are we going this summer?” Beth asked.
Michael pointed to Jennifer. “Ask our tour guide. She can make a list and Tim will make it happen. I’d really like to do all the local things and some diving on the Great Barrier Reef.”
Rafaela rose and kissed Michael with love. She slept in a side room with the baby. Jennifer joined her, concerned with the amount of energy Rafaela had expended so soon after giving birth.
Alice returned as they prepared for bed. Everyone seemed a bit subdued having seen Maria go from uncapped joy to uncertainty.
“You trying to put me out of business?” Alice said to Michael, a tired smile on her face, “months and months of therapy and you get her to open up in ten minutes. She wants to wait, at least till after summer. She wants to keep her ring and necklace, but she’s afraid to tell you.”
“Go to her and Nita. Take Beth. They really identify with her. They saw her statement on the Internet.”
They knocked softly. Nita opened the door. Maria sat on her bed, head down. Michael went to her as Beth asked Nita if she was OK. Nita nodded and pushed her gently toward Maria.
Michael and Beth hugged her from both sides.
“I want to be fixed,“ a sniffle, “I want to feel clean and new. Michael, I need you.”
“I know, Honey,” he hesitated, “I love you Chika. But what I said to Nita goes for you too. I could never refuse you. You know that. But as your father, it is my job to protect you, even if it’s from yourself.”
Maria started to sob which escalated into a wail.
He pulled her to his chest, stroking her cheek. Across the room, Beth held Nita.
Finally the tears ran dry and they got the girls in bed.
Exhausted, they returned to their room, collecting Alice who slept in a recliner.
Michael slept late. He awoke with Shoshana beside him. She smiled radiantly.
“Good morning love,” he said smiling.
“Good morning my husband,” she replied.
“Where is everyone?”
“It’s past noon. They’re in the pool. The girls woke everyone early. They want to learn to swim, so they can dive and surf this summer. They also want to work out with you, Beth and Jennifer. They want killer bodies. According to Jennifer, the guys are awesome. Fortunately, I have the most awesome man.” It was the truth from her perspective.
He slid out of bed and reached his hand to her, pulling her out of bed and into his arms.
He grabbed his trunks. She slipped into a one piece slinky purple bathing suit that accentuated her lovely body, yet could not hide her nipples.
‘Dear God,’ Michael thought, ‘the boys will go ape over her.’
Michael and Shoshana were in time to see the end of the lesson.
Beth and Jennifer had Maria and Nita in the shallow end with Alice nearby to help, teaching them the basics. Lynne swam laps slowly. Rafaela sat in a lounge, a pillow beneath her, nursing their child. Rachael swam languidly in a wall lane. She had not been diving in more than twenty years!
Food arrived as the girls climbed out of the pool.
Maria came to him and kissed him on the forehead, “Thank you, Daddy.”
She walked off swinging her hips provocatively, emphasizing what he had missed. Lynne swatted her butt, “Don’t be a prick tease. Don’t tease until you’re ready to please.”
“But I am ready to please!” Giggling, she deftly avoided a second swat.
They came to think of the summer as a new beginning for them all. They attacked their explorations with a relentless enthusiasm. Tim only objected to public water parks and amusement parks. Reluctantly they agreed to postpone those adventures. They dove the Great Barrier Reef, rode the sky rail to and from Kuranda station, explored the Sydney zoo and aquarium; they took a water taxi to eat at Doyle’s in Watson’s Bay they climbed Uluru.
Nearer home, they learned to surf with hard-bodied lifeguards as instructors. Oddly, Nita led the flirting. They tanned on the beach and pool deck, Maria avoiding the sun, as she would become too dark.
If it wasn’t a perfect summer, it was close.
Maria turned 17 and Nita 16. They had separate parties for each at the guesthouse in the compound under the watchful eyes of Tim’s men. None of the local guests ventured to the main house.
Michael and his harem gave Maria a diamond necklace and Nita a beautiful hand crafted belly ring with a native deity outlined in platinum.
The amount of attention poured into the girls helped them heal. Alice monitored their progress. She was pleased, but apprehensive. While Maria was genuinely recovering, she continued to focus on Michael.
One night, near the end of summer, she took Michael aside. Outside, rain pounded against the ocean facing windows.
“I need to talk with you about Maria,” she said sadly. “You gave me five months to get through to her. No go. She’s much happier than she was, but she has it in her head, that she needs you. I think she may genuinely love you, woman to man. She’s fooled around with some of the boys and she thinks they’re immature and just want in her pants. She knows you love her. And you postponed having her so she could be sure.”
Michael nodded, “What do you think we should do?”
“When she comes to you, if she says she wants to make love, I think you should agree. I’ll talk to the others, but I think we’ll want to make it a very special day for her. By the way, she’s never had a man go down on her.” She smiled sheepishly, “and I know how good you are with that devil of a tongue.”
A week later, Maria came to him, a determined look on her face.
“Michael. I want this ring on my other hand. I’ve waited and learned more about men and my feelings. I’m sure now. I want to give my once in a lifetime gift to you. I want more. I want to give my life to you.”
“Then I humbly accept, my Love,” he said softly with the hint of a smile, “I think the girls want to help, so tomorrow will be yours. Tomorrow night we’ll have an early dinner… and we’ll make love for the first time.”
It took a moment for his words to penetrate. She’d expected an argument. She leapt into his arms, kissing his eyes, forehead and cheeks.
Breaking the kiss, she looked at him and tenderly placed her lips on his. It was a promise.
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The girls did everything possible to make the night perfect. A light dinner as Beth led Michael to the bedroom, kissing him gently, then firmly pushing him through the door. Soft music played while shadows thrown by candles danced across the room. A bottle of champagne sat chilling on the dresser with two flutes.
Rafaela and Alice brought Maria. She wore a long, white, gossamer thin negligee with spaghetti straps. It set off her raven hair and dark skin. She looked breathtaking, a sensual little angel.
He stood to receive her. Rafaela and Alice retreated and closed the door quietly.
His arms went around her waist; hers went around his neck. He looked down, into two pools of love and adoration.
Her hands crisscrossed her shoulders. She moved the straps off her shoulders and let the negligee fall to the ground. He opened his robe and shrugged. It fell to the ground, displaying a very hard cock.
“Please don’t tease me Michael. I’ve waited so long for this.”
He picked her up and laid her gently on the bed, sliding beside her, pulling her to his body.
He kissed down her throat, paying special attention to the sensitive spot just behind her ear, then took her earlobe between his teeth and gently pulled. His hand cupped and then caressed her breast feeling the firm softness. Then to her hard, demanding nipples. He sucked and caressed one nipple while his fingers pulled and twisted her other.
Instinctively she knew this lovemaking was for her alone. She abandoned herself to her man, moaning loudly.
Instead of descending, he brought his lips to hers and they kissed a first kiss. Her lips trembled against his.
His lips began descending again, retracing their earlier pattern.
His tongue caressed her flat belly while his hands kneaded her breasts and dark protruding nipples. Maria moaned constantly while her hands gripped the sheets by her side.
As he got to the shaved top of her sex, Michael shifted positions, lifting her leg so he could lie between them. He didn’t tease her. His tongue traced the outline of her inner lips, inhaling her fragrance of fresh woman. She was far wetter than he expected. Maria’s eyes were squeezed shut so nothing would distract her from the exquisite pleasure Michael’s tongue was creating.
He licked her starfish. She went rigid. She squealed her pleasure. He parted her nether lips with the tip of his tongue, tracing the wet lips until he reached her clit. His fingers gently pulled her lips apart, exposing her small pink clit.
He knew she was close, writhing in ecstasy. Without buildup, he sucked her clit and began whipping it with his tongue.
A primal unintelligible scream erupted from her mouth. Her legs locked around his head, her hands holding him in place. His tongue began to graze the tiny button. She began to buck in a familiar sexual rhythm. His tongue matched it. She bolted upright. She was really screaming now.
He could feel her pussy flutter. He refused to release her clit, bathing it in new sensations, sending shockwaves through the little girl.
Then her sensory overload circuit breaker popped and she collapsed, mumbling, “no mas.”
He crawled up to hold her, his cock painfully hard, but all he wanted was to hold this little girl.
In the main living room, Rafaela turned to Alice and Lynne. “I thought we had the walls soundproofed,” Lynne said giggling
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They sipped champagne, waiting for her sensitivity to subside, both smiling in wonder.
She turned on her side and levered her head to look into his eyes, “I never dreamed…No one ever did anything like that to me.” Then it hit her, “I really was a virgin!”
Giggling and squeezing his cock, she said, “I think it’s time to make me a woman.”
He lay back indicating she should be on top. She was small and it had been a long time. He wanted to be sure he didn’t hurt her.
She understood. Facing him, she swung her leg over his body and positioned herself, sliding the head of his cock to open her inner lips. She thrust down, her urgency surprising Michael. His hands cupped her hips, “Slowly Chika. We have all night and if you hurt yourself…”
“I need you inside me, my Love.”
He used his hands to teach her to rotate her hips, letting her tunnel stretch. By the time he felt his cock against her cervix, she was near another climax. He pushed her legs parallel to his, grabbed her waist and flipped them so he was now on top.
He began a series of long, slow strokes, feeling her internal muscles gripping and releasing his cock. She moaned loudly, her eyes squeezed shut to drink in all the pleasure she could.
She demanded faster, harder with her hips. He began to plunge hard into her. On this third stroke, her legs slammed over his, her nails biting into his shoulder. Another. He could feel her holding her breath. Again. Her eyes snapped open and she let out a scream. He kept pounding her small pussy, seeing pure lust in her eyes. She thrashed beneath him, a wild animal in need of total satisfaction.
She screamed incoherently, pulling him deeper with desperate urgency. She reached her third, volcanic orgasm just as Michael spewed his seed into her wanton pussy. He collapsed onto her, unable to support his weight any longer.
He rolled off and pulled her into his arms.
Reaching down to caress his now flaccid cock, she said, “I’m REALLY glad they didn’t cut this off.”
After a time, Michael snuck into the living room for another bottle of champagne. His women all has ear phones over their ears and knowing smiles on their faces.
Lynne looked up, “Gotcha,” at Michael’s sheepish look.
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