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Chapter 21 Aftermath of Victory
“The things kids get into these days,” said Mrs. Toliver after Charlotte had left.
“Wouldn’t you have loved to be there? My cunt’s dripping from listening,” said Ginger. “Mitch said Charlotte sucks cock better than a Latina bean picker.”
“We should arrange to reenact it. I could be Lorraine and you Charlotte. We could get somebody with a big cock to play Mitch,” said Mrs. Toliver.
“That Charlotte’s quite something, beauty, brains, wrapped in hard muscle and fueled by raging hormones,” said Ginger. “I can’t believe Mitch passed up a hot piece of tail for that simp, Lorraine. He can be an idiot some times.”
“The way Charlotte kept looking at your legs, I’d say you have a shot with her,” said Mrs. Toliver.
“She swings both ways? What have you heard?” asked Ginger sounding very interested.
“Nothing yet, school just started but most girls these days don’t think there’s anything wrong with eating pussy, especially the girl jocks. Being bisexual is considered cool. One of the seniors, Portia, is a diesel dyke and makes no bones about it,” said Mrs. Toliver.
“I’ll invite Charlotte to lunch after things calm down,” said Ginger. “I got a feeling about her. Her mom was one of the Randall sisters so she’s got the right genetic material.”
“I remember them, Lisa and Margaret, the rutting Randalls. If you do get in her pants, be sure and email me all about it. And don’t leave out any details especially the wet ones,” said Mrs. Toliver.
***
“That’s her,” said a deep male voice causing Charlotte to turn around and face four members of the Maplewood High football team. Charlotte was showering. It was late. Basketball practice had lasted longer than usual.
“She’s not bad at all, little skinny, but thin and tight both begin with a T,” said one of the four causing the others to laugh.
“What do you want?” asked Charlotte conscious she was naked and the four were dressed.
“You beat up our team captain and we don’t allow that kind of shit here at Maplewood. We’re going to whip your ass then finish what Mitch started,” said the biggest of the four, Tom. Tom was a lineman who made the All State Team the previous year.
“That was his fault. He wouldn’t use a condom. I asked him to stop. I didn’t want to hurt him,” said Charlotte turning her back on the four. Charlotte took the bottle of liquid soap and squirted some in her hand.
I can’t handle the four of them but maybe if I get soap in their eyes I can escape or at least make them pay thought Charlotte as she worked up lather.
“We didn’t bring any condoms either. Hope you’re not ovulating,” said Tom.
“I can’t be pregnant and play basketball for Maplewood,” said Charlotte in a fruitless attempt to appeal to their school spirit.
“Look bitch, we’re here to make a point about who’s in charge at Maplewood and it’s not some freshman girl basketball player,” said Tom.
“What are your names? I’m Charlotte Simmons,” said Charlotte wondering if she could talk her way out of the situation. They were fellow athletes. Maybe she could make them understand.
“I’m Tom. That’s Blake, Corey and Vic,’ said the leader.
“Nice to meet you, I’m sorry about what happened to Mitch. As soon as I see him I’ll apologize in person. If he’d been willing to use a condom, nothing would have happened other than some great sex. If I get pregnant, there goes basketball,” said Charlotte.
“We’re past the stage where an apology is good enough,” said Tom.
“I’ll send flowers with a note saying how sorry I am,” said Charlotte her anger rising.
“Still not good enough,” said Tom.
“Well, what then,” asked Charlotte?
“How about pulling a four car train,” asked Tom? “That is after we slap you around a little just so everyone understands who runs Maplewood.”
“I don’t think so. We haven’t even been out on a date. You could at least take me to a movie first,” said Charlotte.
“You’re a regular comedienne. We’ll see how funny you think it is when you got our cocks in you,” said Tom.
“How about we make it a blowjob for each of you? I give good head and I swallow,” said Charlotte still trying to talk her way out of it.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get to suck plenty of cock,” said Tom moving to within an arms reach of Charlotte.
“If you give me some time, I can arrange for a little party with the other members of the basketball team. You could get real down and dirty with all of us,” said Charlotte realizing the issue was not sex but control.
“Enough bullshit, let’s do it,” said Blake stepping forward. “I’m horny. I won the toss and I’m going first.”
“I won her asshole,” said Corey the smallest of the four. “Charlotte, you’re going to squeal like a stuck pig when I pack your shit.”
The four started to move toward Charlotte. Corey and Blake had unzipped their jeans and pulled their cocks out.
At that point, there were loud metallic thumps. Corey and Vic fell to the shower floor writhing in pain. When Tom and Blake looked back, they saw several partially undressed members of the girl’s basketball team holding aluminum baseball bats.
Michelle wearing only her panty stepped quickly forward and slammed the fat end of the bat in Blake’s mid section. He fell to his knees holding his abdomen and gasping for breath. At the same time, a naked Celeste landed her bat hard across Tom’s lower back smashing into his kidneys. All four were now on the wet shower room floor.
“Stay down, motherfuckers,” yelled Michelle brandishing the bat above Tom’s head.
“What should we do with them?” asked Celeste.
“How about I stick this bat up your ass, Cory? Since you were planning to butt fuck Charlotte, you need to learn how it feels to have your shit packed,” asked Michelle
“We didn’t mean anything. We were just fooling around,” said Tom his hands nursing a badly bruised back.
“We could break their legs or crush one of their balls,” said Portia, one of the seniors and a committed lesbian. To make her point, she landed her bat across Blake’s shinbone causing him to scream in pain holding his leg.
“No, stop, let’s don’t go crazy here and do something we’ll regret. You four get out of here, now,” said Charlotte.
“This isn’t over,” yelled Tom as the four left.
“We should have raped them,” said Celeste after they had hobbled off. “I bet Tom has a big cock. I liked your idea of us getting together with them for an orgy.”
“We should have castrated them. Then they’d never try to rape anyone again,” said Portia. “We could preserve their nuts in a jar of formaldehyde and put it in the school’s trophy case as a warming to football players who think rape is an option.”
“That seems a little too severe, Portia. Thank you, guys. You saved me from a fate worse than death,” said Charlotte reaching out for a group hug.
“I don’t think its over,” said Michelle to Charlotte later when they were dressing.
“I don’t either,” said Charlotte.
“Got a plan?”
“I’m going to have to tell my dad. He’ll know what to do,” said Charlotte.
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“Boys, I want you to meet an old army buddy of mine, Ben Simmons,” said Coach Baker. Practice had almost ended when the assistant coaches signaled the team to gather in a circle around Coach. The players had been wondering about the very tall, powerfully built stranger speaking with Coach.
“I met Ben when I joined the Rangers. He instructed trainees like me in the art of hand-to-hand combat. He’s kicked my ass a dozen times. Later, Major Simmons taught martial arts to our Special Ops guys. Ben has won more martial arts contests than anyone I know. And I won’t embarrass him by asking how many of our country’s enemies had their necks broken by his hands. I can only say there is no more dangerous man in this part of the country than Ben Simmons. He wants to speak with you this afternoon. Ben,” said Coach Baker.
“Thank you, Bob. I’ll be brief. I understand that several of you are party to a conflict with Maplewood’s girl’s basketball team and in particular with my daughter, Charlotte. I’ve heard some of you are planning to take action to redress wrongs done to certain individuals. Believe me I know how difficult women can be. I’ve been married to one for over fifteen years. But this situation is getting out of hand. It must end before someone really gets hurt. I’m asking you to be gentleman and move on,” said Ben.
“They kicked our ass. They used baseball bats. It wasn’t fair,” said Tom.
“Girls never fight fair. You’ll learning the hard way,” said Ben. “I suppose I should add that as Charlotte’s father I will be taking her part in any future conflict. So you’ll have to deal with me if there is any more trouble with her or any member of the girl’s basketball team. So if any of you feel compelled to take revenge, step forward and start with me. Let’s end this today.”
“Anyone looking to go to the hospital, step out now,” said Coach. “I’ve seen this man fight.” There was a nervous wait where nobody moved. Finally Mitch Conway spoke.
“Mr. Simmons, I’m Mitch Conway. This began with me and I want to end it. I was wrong and I’m sorry. The first chance I get I’m going to apologize to your daughter in person. As team co-captain, I’m asking everyone to forget this ever happened. If anyone of you feels compelled to do anything I want you to know I’m standing with Charlotte’s dad,” said Mitch stepping forward and extending his hand to Ben.
There was a general murmuring of agreement as Ben and Mitch shook hands.
“All right, it’s over, ten laps and hit the showers,” yelled Coach.
“What do you think, Ben?” asked Coach. The two were standing alone watching the players circle the field.
“I hope he meant it,” said Ben.
“Hair on the back of your neck stand up when he shook your hand,” asked Coach?
“Something like that,” said Ben.
“You’ve still got those good instincts. I wouldn’t trust him. Some kids are too smart for their own good.”
***
“Better keep your guard up. Mitch Conway and his buddies gave up too easy. I don’t trust them,” said Ben when Charlotte told him about the apology. Mitch had been waiting on the school steps when Charlotte arrived that morning.
“I’m sorry, Charlotte. You were right. I deserved to have my ass kicked. We guys should always use a condom. No girl at Maplewood should ever be forced to have unprotected sex,” said Mitch extending his hand.
“Apology accepted, Mitch,” said Charlotte shaking Mitch’s hand.
And right there in front of most of the student body, Mitch hugged and kissed her all the while pressing his groin against her. That caused Charlotte to wonder if there was any possibility that Mitch would find an opportunity in the future to screw her this time with a condom.
It was after dinner when Charlotte went out to the equipment shed to talk with her father. Charlotte’s mom had rushed off to a meeting at their church.
“I will. Thanks, Daddy,” said Charlotte before wrapping her arms around Ben and kissing him on the lips.
“Still don’t want to tell me how you managed to get in a fight with Mitch Conway?” asked Ben ending the kiss but keeping his arms wrapped around his daughter.
“It’s too embarrassing,” said Charlotte once again kissing her father. This time she slipped her tongue between his lips. Their tongues met and explored each other.
“We’ve got to stop kissing before I lose control and do something we’ll regret,” said Ben ending the kiss but retaining Charlotte in his arms. His hard cock was pressing against her abdomen.
“What wrong with a girl kissing her father,” asked Charlotte?
“It is going to lead to something more serious. You’re getting me excited. Can’t you tell?”
“Yes, but I like the way it feels against my tummy. I bet Mother does too,” said Charlotte pressing her self against her father’s cock. She reached behind him grabbing his buttocks pulling him hard against her and grinding her hips.
“Whoa, you are one very sexy daughter. Fathers are not supposed to get sexually aroused by their daughters. It’s against God’s law. What would Brother Morgan say if he knew you were giving me an erection?” said Ben.
“I’ve seen Brother Morgan look at women in the congregation with lust. Mom turns him on. I can tell,” said Charlotte before leaning in to kiss her father again. Their kisses were growing more passionate.
“You should be interested in boys your own age,” said Ben giving in to his urge to grind his sex against Charlotte’s abdomen.
“After my problems with Mitch Conway, I’ve made a decision to leave boys alone for a while. Maplewood boys are all jerks anyway. But my Daddy isn’t a jerk and I’ll do anything he wants. All he has to do is tell me what he wants and I’ll do it,” said Charlotte reaching down to touch the hard lump in her dad’s jeans.
Ben looked in his daughter’s eyes for a moment trying to decide what to do next. After hesitating for a moment, he made up his mind and spoke.
“Charlotte when a man reaches your father’s age, things don’t work for him like they used to when he was younger. A man can develop problems performing for his wife,” said Ben.
“What kind of problems, Daddy,” asked Charlotte sounding concerned?
“The truth is that for a number of years, I’ve had difficulty getting and keeping an erection with your mother.”
“Is there something wrong with Mom,” asked Charlotte.
“No, your mother’s right as rain. This is my problem not hers. You Mom’s very accommodating. By the way, this has to be our secret. You can’t discuss this with anyone especially your mother or your girl friends,” said Ben.
“I’ll never say a word to anyone. I promise,” said Charlotte.
“Your Mom doesn’t know this but I’ve decided to see a doctor in Salisbury. Erectile dysfunction is his specialty,” said Ben.
“Have you tried pills,” asked Charlotte?
“Yes, all kinds and in all strengths, nothing worked. The medicos believe my problem is psychological not physical,” said Ben.
“But Daddy, there is something hard pressing against my abdomen and it’s been hard for several minutes. I want to see it and touch it?” said Charlotte once more pressing her hand against the lump in her father’s trousers.
“That’s the odd thing. You make me hard. I feel guilty as hell about that but frankly I’m mystified also. So is Doctor Fogarty, the specialist. He comes well recommended. I did find out certain very surprising things about my sexual persona during my last visit to the doctors. I don’t want to talk about them now. Frankly, I’m too embarrassed. I just know that I have a problem and taking my beautiful daughter in my arms and kissing her while I hold her close gives me one hell of a woody.”
“So how can I help? Anything, anything at all,” said Charlotte.
“I was thinking that we should start slow. Have you ever jerked a boy off?” asked Ben.
“Only Rory Stapes and he ejaculated in about two seconds. But I know what to do,” said Charlotte taking the initiative and pulling down the zipper on her dad’s jeans.
“Just a hand job, that’s all,” said Ben closing his eyes as he felt Charlotte pull his cock out.
“It’s beautiful,” said Charlotte amazed at the length and width of her dad’s cock. Charlotte cupped his balls with one hand while she ran the other up and down the shaft. Charlotte unsnapped her Dad’s jeans and pulled them and his briefs down to his knees.
“You get me so hard,” whispered Ben. “I may blow my load faster than Rory.”
“Sit down and relax, let me take care of you, Daddy,” said Charlotte helping Ben ease onto a nearby bench.
Ben closed his eyes leaning against the back wall of the shed.
He moaned when he felt Charlotte’s tongue pass along the length of his cock after swirling over the cockhead. Their conversation ceased as Charlotte used both hands and her mouth on his throbbing penis. It wasn’t long before Ben felt the approach of his orgasm. “I’m going to blow,” said Ben feeling the inexorable pressure of semen escaping his testicles.
Charlotte captured the cockhead in her mouth as she furiously stroked the shaft with her hands. A gush of warm salty fluid signaled Charlotte to suck hard on her father’s piss hole accelerating the escape of semen.
Ben had been surprised at Charlotte’s oral skill. He had intended for her to give him a hand job only but he hadn’t objected when she used her mouth. The way she finished the blowjob shocked him. He’d sensed her greedily gulping down his semen.
“Thank you Daddy. That was wonderful,” said Charlotte still licking the mushroom head.
“That was terrific. I really appreciate you helping me out. And remember not a word to anyone, even Celeste,” said Ben.
Moments later after Charlotte had returned to the house and Ben stayed behind to put his tools up, he took a moment to reflect.
I’m certainly not the first bean farmer on the Delmarva to get a blowjob from his daughter thought Ben. But that doesn’t make it right. I’ll have to tell Doctor Fogarty about what happened. He mentioned bringing Charlotte to the clinic with me so he can observe the two of us having sex. One thing’s for certain is my sweet innocent daughter gives one hell of a hummer and swallows spunk with lip smacking gusto. She must get that from her mother’s side. It’s obvious that my dick is not the first she’s wrapped her lips around. Let’s face it. Sooner or later, I’m going to yield to temptation and stick my cock in her.
I probably won’t be the first. If Bobby Thornton got the story he told to his dad right, the only thing that kept Charlotte from fucking Mitch Conway right there on a bench in front of her basketball team was the lack of a condom. Of course, I wouldn’t need a condom since I’ve had a vasectomy.
I hope Lisa is enjoying herself with the Reverend tonight. He said he had something special planned.
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