Literotic asexstories – Divorce Lawyer Pt. 13 by TryAnything,TryAnything “You sure are in a good mood,” Penny said as they took off the next morning for New Orleans.
“And why shouldn’t I be?” Grant asked.
“Let me guess,” Penny laughed. “Mom finally got you to fuck her and Sarah together.”
“She can be very devious,” Grant said with a sigh, then a shake of his head. “Sarah hasn’t been the same since you took her to Nassau.”
“I felt a huge weight lift off of her when we were there,” Penny said. “By the time we left, she was a completely different person. She’s…resilient, I’d say. She’ll be okay, come what may.”
“What she is, is insatiably horny,” Grant said.
“So, a lot like Mom and me,” Penny said with a laugh. “You’re such a martyr, always sacrificing your body for the cause. And tonight, I’m the cause. Life is good.”
“Amen,” Grant said, putting his head back and closing his eyes, a smile on his face.
They arrived at the Law Offices of Claude Thibeault and were shown into a comfortable conference room where Dwayne was already seated and got their first good look at Gladys Hill, a small woman only 5’2″ with grey hair, green eyes, and apparently large breasts. She was wearing a yellow blouse with a dark, pleated plaid skirt. Introductions complete, they took their seats.
“I hope that your client is going to be reasonable about this,” Mr. Thibeault said.
“I find my client to be an eminently reasonable man,” Grant said, smiling. “The only time I’ve felt that he was being unreasonable was when he insisted on only asking for $500 million as a settlement. I feel it should be orders of magnitude greater. Your client has cast aspersions on my client’s character that she herself was responsible for creating, for lack of a better word. What damage has she suffered to warrant claiming an irretrievably broken marriage?”
“Your client coerced his wife into a deviant sexual way of life,” Mr. Thibeault replied, “in which he has expressed a preference for sexual interactions with other men. What more do you need to have an irretrievably broken marriage?” he asked.
“Shame on you, Gladys,” Dwayne said, shaking his head sadly, color suffusing her cheeks.
“That’s what your client states?” Grant asked, not hiding the incredulity in his voice. “You can corroborate her story, I trust, in open court? You see, my client has an entirely different take on events. It is his assertion that his wife was the initiator of and driving force behind their…how did you put it…deviant sexual way of life, which is known as swinging, for your edification, that he reluctantly went along with what she wanted out of an abundance of love and concern for her happiness. He further asserts that when, after many months, that he finally accepted, then embraced the new lifestyle that his wife wanted to recapture the excitement of their youth, that she changed her mind, became threatened with his new-found independence, and has tried to cast him off by filing for a divorce.”
“My client is perfectly willing to have this case tried in open court,” Grant continued. “He is certain that a jury of his peers will see things from his perspective. Are you willing to undergo that experience, Mrs. Hill?” he asked. “Your husband would have the right to have me call you as a defense witness and question you under oath in open court. Mr. Thibeault, have you advised your client what that kind of an experience is like?”
“I have nothing to hide,” Gladys said in a quavering voice.
“Then you’re the first person I’ve ever met that could say that,” Grant said. “With your attorney’s permission, could I ask you a few questions, Mrs. Hill?”
“You don’t have to,” Mr. Thibeault said.
“Let him ask his questions,” Gladys said. “I have nothing to hide.”
“Mrs. Hill, are you familiar with the 60+ Club?” Grant asked.
“Yes,” Gladys replied.
“What is your relationship to the 60+ Club?” Grant asked.
“We enjoy their social activities,” Gladys replied.
“By we, you mean you and your husband, is that right?” Grant asked.
“Yes,” Gladys replied.
“And the social activities that you enjoy, would it be accurate to describe them as orgies wherein people have sex openly with multiple partners of either or both sexes?” Grant asked.
“Yes,” Gladys replied.
“Well, that certainly sounds enjoyable to me,” Grant said, smiling. “And is that your only connection to the 60+ Club, enjoying the social activities?” he asked.
“Yes,” Gladys replied.
“Now, you maintain that joining and participating in the activities at the 60+ Club was your husband’s idea, that he encouraged you to join him in seeing what it was like?” Grant asked.
“Yes,” Gladys replied.
“So, you were reluctant?” Grant asked.
“Yes, of course,” Gladys replied.
“Mrs. Hill, are you familiar with Bayou Systems?” Grant asked.
“Wha…what?” Gladys asked, her eyes suddenly wary.
“Bayou Systems, are you familiar with it?” Grant asked. “If it will help, it’s a holding company that buys stock in other companies and various other investments.”
“What is this about, Counselor?” Mr. Thibeault asked.
“Bayou Systems bought the building where the 60+ Club is located just over 4 years ago,” Grant explained. “It took some digging, but I have learned that the actual owner of Bayou Systems is one Gladys Petunia Hill. Your client, I believe. I know that this must seem terribly confusing, but I can’t help but wonder why your client would purchase the building where the 60+ Club is located if she was only a reluctant participant in their social activities at the behest of her husband. I’m sure that a jury will wonder, too.”
“But let me move on,” Grant said. “Mrs. Hill, what exactly is it that you object to about your husband with respect to the deviant sexual way of life that your attorney alluded to? Please understand, that these are just a few of the questions that you could expect me to ask you in open court when this matter goes to trial.”
“He seemed to develop a preference for sex with men,” Gladys said.
“What makes you think that?” Grant asked.
“It’s obvious watching him when he’s with men,” Gladys replied. “You can tell how much he enjoys it.”
“And that bothers you?” Grant asked.
“Yes,” Gladys replied. “It…it’s not natural.”
“And if he displayed a clear preference for women, yet still indulged with men from time to time, would that be okay?” Grant asked.
“I-I suppose so,” Gladys replied.
“So it’s a matter of degree,” Grant said.
“Yes,” Gladys replied.
“Do you have a clear preference, Mrs. Hill?” Grant asked.
“What do you mean?” Gladys asked.
“Do you prefer to have sex with men or women?” Grant asked. “You do have sex with women, do you not, as well as with other men?”
“I prefer men,” Gladys responded, come color in her cheeks.
“And is that preference obvious to anyone watching you?” Grant asked.
“I would think so,” Gladys replied.
“You enjoy yourself when you’re with men,” Grant said.
“Yes,” Gladys replied.
“Do you enjoy yourself when you’re with women?” Grant asked.
“Yes,” Gladys replied after a pause.
“How is it obvious to someone observing you with both men and women that you prefer the men?” Grant asked.
“It…it just is, would be,” Gladys stammered.
“So it’s entirely subjective,” Grant said.
“Perhaps, to some degree,” Gladys agreed.
“So, everything moves back to whose interpretation of what they’re seeing is correct,” Grant said.
“Why don’t you ask Dwayne what his preference is?” Gladys asked.
“If you’d like,” Grant agreed. “Dwayne?”
“It’s a toss-up, but I think women,” Dwayne replied. “There’s just nothing quite as good as eating pussy for me, though I grant you that sucking cock and eating cum is pretty close.”
“Can you tell what your wife’s preference is, men or women?” Grant asked.
“For me, it’s easy, I know her,” Dwayne replied. “She loves eating cum too much for it to be anything but men, though I could see how other people might think otherwise. She loves being with women, too.”
“Mrs. Hill, when was the last time you participated in the social activities at the 60+ Club?” Grant asked.
“Last night,” Gladys replied, color suffusing her cheeks.
“Was your husband also there?” Grant asked.
“Yes,” Gladys replied.
“And did you both interact sexually with multiple members of both sexes?” Grant asked.
“Yes,” Gladys replied.
“Did you interact together, sexually, that is?” Grant asked.
“Yes,” Gladys replied faintly.
“You were interacting sexually with your husband just last night, yet you claim that you have an irretrievably broken marriage?” Grant asked.
“It…it was just sex,” Gladys said. “We always…after those evenings, we always…together. It’s just sex.”
“We’re at an impasse here,” Mr. Thibeault said, running a finger beneath his collar.
“We’re perfectly happy to have a jury make the determination,” Grant said, “but I have something that you should see first. Penny, please.”
Penny put her laptop on the table and turned it so that Mrs. Hill and Mr. Thibeault could see the monitor, then pressed the space bar to start the video of Clair Rimes’ interview.
“I have three more just like it, two from men, one from another woman, all members of the 60+ Club,” Grant said when the video finished playing, both Mrs. Hill and Mr. Thibeault ashen-faced. “Do you still want to go to trial?” he asked.
“That’s it, go to trial? That’s your only offer?” Mr. Thibeault asked.
“Actually, I can offer you two alternatives other than going to trial,” Grant said. “The first is that your client pays my client $500 million and gets her divorce. The second is that your client puts $500 million in a trust in her husband’s name that will only come under his control in the event of her death by natural causes and that your client withdraw her petition for divorce.”
“That makes no sense,” Mr. Thibeault said.
“It makes the best sense of all,” Grant said. “They clearly love one another. This is nothing more than a mistaken misinterpretation of reality that they can easily overcome by talking to one another. I believe my client when he says that his preference is women, but he still enjoys men, and I believe your client when she says that she prefers men, but also enjoys women. My client has no issues no matter what his wife’s preferences. He simply loves her and is enjoying their life together more than he ever has and wants it to continue. Is that not true for you also, Mrs. Hill?” he asked.
“Yes,” Gladys replied softly.
“Then why the $500 million trust?” Mr. Thibeault asked.
“A lesson, counselor, a lesson,” Grant said, smiling wanly at Mrs. Hill.
“Just do it, Claude, just like he said,” Gladys said. “Dwayne and I will go to dinner and talk. We don’t want to be late to the Club.”
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
“Houdini had nothing on you,” Penny said as they flew home. “I can’t believe that you pulled that rabbit out of your hat. And you got out of having to spend the night with me.”
“The first I intended, the second I regret,” Grant said, smiling. “What’s the lesson that you learned?” he asked.
“Is it the one that you were teaching Mrs. Hill?” Penny asked.
“In a way, yes,” Grant replied.
“To try to see life without the lens of ego distorting things,” Penny replied after a time.
“You have no idea how proud of you I am and how much you please me,” Grant said, feeling himself choking up.
“I’ve got the best teacher in the world,” Penny said, taking his arm and leaning her head over onto his shoulder, completely unaware of how emotional he was.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
“Hey, I remember you,” Amy said when Penny finally crawled into her bed.
“It seems like it’s been forever,” Penny said as they held each other.
“You’re growing up,” Amy said.
“What do you mean?” Penny asked.
“When we first met, you were fresh out of law school, like a newly hatched chick,” Amy said, smiling, reaching down to cup her pussy, her middle finger sinking into the hot wetness she found there. “New job, trying to hide who you were. About as green as green could get. And a sexual nuclear bomb just waiting to go off. Now, your feet are on the ground. You’ve learned to fly and have your own jet. You’re learning your job and impressing everyone that you meet. You’re growing up.”
“What does that mean for us?” Penny asked.
“We’re roommates and best friends and fuck buddies,” Amy replied, laughing. “When we’re together, it’s great, but we each have our own lives. We’d been spending more time together because it was all new and exciting. It still is, but now we can relax about it, not feel the need to press so hard. We’ll always be there for each other when it counts.”
“You have no idea how good it makes me feel to hear you say that,” Penny said, kissing her. “I’ve been feeling guilty, like I’d been neglecting you or something.”
“Don’t stop living your own life for me or anyone else,” Amy admonished. “When being together is what happens, great, but no regrets.”
“Okay,” Penny agreed. “Can we eat each other now?” she asked, laughing.
“I was hoping that you were going to get to that,” Amy said as they rearranged themselves into a 69 on their sides.
Penny smiled when she got to work in the morning and saw Grant with his jacket off and his sleeves rolled up, a stack of envelopes on his desk.
“This is what happens when I don’t stay on top of things,” Grant complained, sitting back. “Shall we?” he asked, smiling.
They went down to the boiler room and entered to applause when everyone saw Grant waving the envelopes.
“It’s just a bunch of small cases, for us, but it adds up,” Grant said as he moved through the room handing out the envelopes. “Just over $1 million each. Not bad for a little over a month’s work. Thank you for everything you do and please keep doing it.”
“I feel guilty when I see how much you pay me,” Penny said when they returned to their office and she saw the checks in the envelope he gave her. “$14.1 million. And they only got $1 million each?”
“None of them are capable of doing your job, in spite of their incandescent brilliance in their own specific fields,” Grant said. “They’ve all got the smarts, but it’s either the temperament or the personality in terms of being able to interact with people, or both, that they’re lacking. You’ve got all three in spades and you’ve got an incredible empathy quotient. You truly relate to people other than superficially. You’re worth every dime I’m paying you. Just put it in the bank and smile. Go buy a new see-thru blouse or something,” he said.
“I knew it, you really are a dirty old man,” Penny said, laughing.
“All too true,” Grant agreed. “All too true.”
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
“Well, this is a welcome surprise,” Bill said when Penny entered his office and came around his desk to lean against it. “I was just about to leave. To what do I owe the pleasure?” he asked.
“Two things,” Penny replied, lifting the front of her short skirt to show him her naked pussy, her huge clit protruding out above her long inner lips which were petaled apart invitingly.
“And the other?” Bill asked, smiling broadly as he forced his eyes up from her pussy to meet hers.
“I want to get rated on a Gulfstream,” Penny replied.
“A Gulfstream!” Bill gasped. “Are you thinking of getting one?”
“Hardly,” Penny laughed, letting her skirt drop back down. “A friend of mine owns one, an 850. I want to surprise him. He has no idea that I’m a pilot.”
“A good friend, I take it?” Bill asked.
“I have no other kind,” Penny replied, smiling. “Can you teach me?” she asked.
“Of course,” Bill replied. “You need an MCC, a Multi-Crew Cooperation certification which can be done with 20 hours on a simulator in addition to the requisite classroom work which can also be done on a computer, and 40 hours on a simulator for the Gulfstream rating. You’d also need to do a checkout flight on an actual Gulfstream in addition to a simulator checkout flight. Some of the hours can overlap, but that’s basically it. It should present no real challenge to you.”
“That sounds perfect,” Penny said. “Now can you take me to your house and help me with my other problem?”
Penny had a big smile on her face as she watched Bill eating her pussy, pushed up onto her elbows for a better view as he sucked on her long inner lips, stretching them before releasing them, causing her to gasp as an orgasm rippled through her body as he plunged his tongue into her.
“I’m sorry that I’ve been so busy lately that I’ve ignored you,” Penny said when he crawled up her body, sucking and chewing on her hard ruby nipples before finding her mouth and kissing her, his cock sinking into her pussy as she raised her legs up around his waist as he began to fuck her.
“You never need to apologize to me,” Bill said, smiling down at her as he pumped his cock in and out of her.
“I’m glad that Amy has been spending time with you,” Penny said as he continued to fuck her.
“She’s a delight,” Bill said. “As are you. I enjoy every minute that I spend with either of you.”
Several minutes later Bill was groaning into her sopping pussy as he ate her, his cock exploding in her mouth as she sucked him off and gulped down his cum, finally taking him all the way into her mouth and throat to milk any last vestiges of cum from him before they fell apart panting for breath.
Arriving at work the next morning, Penny found Grant actually raising his voice as he talked on the phone.
“Counselor, I don’t care what you think or what you want,” Grant practically shouted. “Unless we are involved in a legal process that requires me to speak with you, I have nothing to say to you about anything. If you want to communicate with me, make it via certified letter. Of course I don’t trust you,” he shouted, ending the call. “Fucking idiot,” he said as he looked up at Penny, disgust on his face.
“I’ve never seen you so worked up about anything but sex,” Penny said, smiling. “What was that all about?”
“That was Colin Murphy of O’Hara, Murphy, and Doyle trying to tell me how the process is going to work,” Grant replied, visibly trying to calm himself down. “The fucking gall. He was trying to rattle my cage, show who’s going to be in charge of things.”
“I’d say that he succeeded, at least in rattling your cage,” Penny said.
“That’s what I wanted him to think, too,” Grant said, grinning.
“I know that you have a plan,” Penny said. “Can you share it with me before everyone else finds out this time?”
“Fear,” Grant said, his eyes glittering. “Just like Union General William Tecumseh Sherman during the civil war, I’m going to threaten to go scorched earth on them. No quarter. If there’s one thing that the Catholic church fears more than anything else, it’s bad press. Just look at how they’ve been reacting to the entire pedophilia scandal. No, the timing is incredibly perfect. Another scandal on top of the pedophilia scandal could crush the Catholic church. Governments around the world would start scrutinizing them even more, as they’ve already started doing because of the pedophilia scandals.”
“What are you going to try to make them do?” Penny asked.
“That will remain a surprise,” Grant said, smiling. “Ah, what’s this?” he said as his phone beeped at him. “Well, imagine that,” he said when he looked at the message. “It’s an official request for a face-to-face meeting, at my earliest convenience, no less. The paper trail can be lethal, that’s why they’re loathe to do it this way. They’d rather have conversations so that they can deny that they happened.”
“What are you going to say to them?” Penny asked.
“I’ll wait a couple of hours before I respond,” Grant explained, smiling. “Then I’ll invite them to come here for a meeting. I’ll explain to them that any meeting will be video recorded. We’ll see if they’re still interested.”
“Don’t they have to be?” Penny asked.
“Yes, and that’s the beauty of the whole thing,” Grant replied, laughing. “It will ensure that they are very careful about what questions they ask and what answers they give. It will give both of us a chance to try to determine how the other is going to approach everything.”
“I wonder how Sarah will react,” Penny mused.
“She won’t even be there,” Grant said. “This is about setting out the parameters of what’s to follow. I’d bet anything that Monseigneur O’Malley won’t be there either.”
Which proved to be correct, much to Penny’s chagrin, as well as the meeting taking place late in the afternoon on Friday, meaning that she was going to have to wait until the morning to go to Nassau, if that was even going to prove possible. For the first time ever, Penny saw Cindy flustered when she came into the office to advise them that there was a group of people here to see them.
The group of people turned out to be Colin Murphy and Kieran Doyle of O’Hara, Murphy, and Doyle, along with 6 assistants, only one of which was a woman, and they were all dressed in black, the men wearing white shirts.
“I didn’t realize that you were going to bring your entire law firm with you,” Grant said, laughing as he introduced himself to the two principles, the rest hanging back and making it obvious who was in charge. “Why don’t we go down to a conference room? I don’t think that there’s enough room for everybody here,” he said, looking over at the sofa and two comfortable chairs.
“Would anyone care for some coffee or tea?” Grant asked, looking around the table at which he sat at the head with Penny to his right, her iPhone propped up on a stand pointing down the table. “No? Then how may I help you?”
“Your client has no case,” Mr. Doyle said. “There was a marriage, but it was annulled before Monseigneur O’Malley entered the priesthood.”
“My client denies that any such thing happened,” Grant said. “Do you have some way of proving that?” he asked, one of the assistants reaching into a folder and sliding a piece of paper down the table to his boss who slid it over to Grant, who didn’t even deign to look at it, merely slid it over to Penny.
“That’s a certified copy of the annulment declaration,” Mr. Doyle said.
“Penny?” Grant asked.
“Mrs. O’Malley’s signature is not on the document, but Mr. Thomas O’Malley’s is, along with two witnesses,” Penny said.
“According to your own church policies and procedures, the tribunal assigned responsibility to determine whether to grant an annulment or not is supposed to contact the relevant spouse to advise them that such a procedure is taking place in order to give them an opportunity to take part in the process, to give them the opportunity to review any investigative materials,” Grant said. “Is that not correct?”
“It is,” Mr. Murphy replied.
“Do you have any paperwork showing that that process was followed?” Grant asked. “We all know how meticulous the church is about its paperwork. My client asserts that she was never contacted by any church officials regarding her marriage at any time, though she suspected that there were some members of the clergy that were aware of the relationship between her and Thomas O’Malley, if not the actual marriage itself.”
“That’s hardly plausible,” Mr. Doyle said. “Priests are dutybound to report such infractions of the church’s rules.”
“Like they were when the church was primarily operating as a pedophile sanctuary and child abuse center for decades?” Grant asked. “Tell me, who is Cardinal Sintori?” he asked. “Surely one of you must be a Vatican expert,” he said when nobody answered.
“He is the current Prefect of the Dicastery for the Doctrine of the Faith,” the lone female assistant spoke up.
“Baturu Njie?” Grant asked.
“A cardinal from Gambia,” the same woman replied.
“Pietro Sandro Vermilli?” Grant asked.
“He’s a cardinal, the principal aide to the Vatican Secretariat of State,” the same woman answered.
“I can see that you’re wondering why I’m asking about these names,” Grant said. “I didn’t just pull them out of thin air, they were given to me by my client. Who has met each of them.”
“What has that to do with anything?” Mr. Murphy asked.
“I was hoping you’d ask me that question,” Grant replied, smiling. “What is the Priory of Sion?” he asked.
“Excuse me?” Mr. Murphy asked, his face paling slightly. “The what?”
“You disappoint me, Counselor,” Grant said, shaking his head. “We both know that the Priory of Sion was a fraternal organization founded in France in 1956 by Pierre Plantard in a failed attempt to create a prestigious neo-chivalric order. Do I have my facts straight?” he asked.
“What does that have to do with anything?” Mr. Doyle asked. “As you stated, it was in 1956 and it failed. It no longer exists.”
“Is that so?” Grant asked, smiling. “I suggest that you go back and talk to your client, ask him about the names that I mentioned and the Priory of Sion. Once you’ve done that, I imagine that we’ll be able to have a far more substantive conversation. Thank you for coming,” he said, getting to his feet.
“My god, they were furious,” Penny said after the group left and they were back in their office.
“What else did you notice?” Grant asked.
“Mr. Murphy, he was just there for show,” Penny replied after a moment. “He was there to show you how seriously that they’re taking the case. He wasn’t able to control his emotions. You could see it on his face. Mr. Doyle was the brains. He’s the one to watch out for.”
“Very good,” Grant said approvingly. “Anything else?” he asked.
“They’re scared and they’re trying to scare you off,” Penny replied. “Why else would they bring a group of flunkies with them other than to try to intimidate you?”
“Now do you understand why you’re worth every penny that I’m paying you?” Grant asked, smiling broadly.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
“Let’s go to Nassau,” Penny said, looking up from Amy’s pussy the next morning, having left Bill asleep and fucked out, smiling as she licked her lips.
“There’s a party tonight,” Amy said. “Let’s go get laid. We can always go to Nassau.”
“This is just a couple of blocks from my parents’ house,” Penny said as Amy directed her to turn onto Clarendon Avenue, pulling into the driveway of the house on the end and being directed to a parking place where they saw another couple dozen cars already parked.
“Is your mother going to be here?” Amy asked.
“She said she would be,” Penny replied as they got out of the car and approached the front door.
They went through the house, finding a large buffet before stepping out to the backyard where a large tent had been set up between the house and the pool, a number of divans and mattresses scattered around, most of them already occupied with writhing bodies, the party apparently well under way.
“Oh, look, there’s Selena,” Amy said as they undressed. “I’m going to go say hello,” she said, smiling.
“I’m going to look around a bit,” Penny said, having already spotted several men going up the stairs and knowing that she’d find her mother up there.
Going up the stairs, she saw a man disappearing into a room. Following him through the double doors, she saw a large bed on a pedestal surrounded by naked men, a woman on her back, her legs wrapped around the waist of the man fucking her, Penny easily recognizing her mother by the long straight toes, their nails painted a bright red, smiling as she watched the man’s cock plunging in and out of her pussy.
Approaching the bed, she saw the men smile when they saw her, several of them reaching out to touch her, fondling her breasts and ass. The man fucking Helen climbed off of her and Penny saw that he had cum in her, her pussy gaping open and cum oozing from between her long inner lips beneath her huge clit, another man kneeling on the bed next to her head, his cock in her mouth. Crawling onto the bed before another man could take his turn, Penny glued her mouth to her mother’s cum-filled pussy and began slurping on her, feeling her hips grasped, followed by a cock pushing into her as she feasted on her mother’s pussy.
Looking up, Penny saw the man’s cock slip from her mother’s mouth and saw her thickly cum-coated tongue licking her lips as she turned to look down, smiling when she saw Penny. Penny crawled up her body, sucking on her hard ruby nipples before kissing her, the man’s cock who was fucking her from behind never leaving her pussy. She felt him cum inside of her, then another pair of hands grabbed her and rolled her off of her mother onto her back next to her, a man climbing between her legs to stick his cock into her.
For the next two hours, Penny enjoyed cock after cock plunging into her pussy and ass and filling her mouth, side-by-side with her mother who was enjoying the same. At one point there was a lull in the action and they shared a very cummy 69 until hands pried them apart and men began fucking them again. They were lying, panting for breath, a handful of spent men standing around the bed when Amy suddenly appeared with Selena.
“How did I guess that I’d find you here?” Amy asked, laughing as she crawled onto the bed and began eating Penny’s ravaged, cum-filled pussy.
“Hello, Helen,” Selena said as she crawled onto the bed between her legs.
“Selena! I haven’t seen you in quite a while,” Helen said as Selena leaned down and dragged her tongue up through her cummy pussy.
“You…you know each other?” Penny asked.
“How could we not?” Selena asked, looking up from Helen’s pussy with a smile on her face.
“Did…did you know who I was when we first met?” Penny asked.
“Of course,” Selena replied. “You could be twins, you’re so much alike.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?” Penny asked as Amy continued to eat her pussy.
“Because it wasn’t relevant,” Selena replied, smiling. “Was it?” she asked.
“No, of course not,” Penny replied, smiling as Selena lowered her face back down to eat Helen’s pussy.
“The party’s pretty much breaking up,” Amy said when she lifted her face from Penny’s pussy. “Did you have fun?” she asked.
“Definitely,” Penny replied, laughing. “My first train and with Mom. It was great.”
“I suppose we should go,” Helen said, sitting up.
“I need a quick shower first,” Penny said. “I can’t believe how many of those guys came in my ass.”
“I’ll join you,” Helen said.
They found Amy and Selena downstairs dressing and joined them after quickly showering.
“I’ve missed seeing Grant at these parties,” Selena said as they left the house.
“Why don’t you come home with me, then?” Helen suggested. “I know he’d love to see you again. It will be like old times.”
“Thank you for not making me ask,” Selena said with a laugh.
“I guess that I shouldn’t be surprised that Mom and Dad know Selena,” Penny said as she and Amy drove home.
“It’s a pretty small world, the people that attend these parties,” Amy said. “I’ve seen a lot of the same faces many times over the years that I’ve been going to them. The bored, rich, horny set I think of them as.”
“Is that us, too?” Penny asked.
“I’m not bored, but I am horny and I guess you could consider me rich,” Amy laughed.
“Yeah, I guess so,” Penny agreed, laughing with her.
Penny spent Sunday on the simulator, finding that she enjoyed being back in the environment, glad to have something else to think about for a change. She convinced Bill to go to dinner with her, then back to his house for a nice fuck before heading home, wanting to get a good night’s sleep, knowing that work was going to be crazy Monday morning and wanting to be sharp and on the ball, though she and Amy did wake up a few times in the night for brief interludes of 69ing until they’d each cum a couple of times before falling back asleep.
“O’Hara, Murphy, and Doyle filed a motion to dismiss on behalf of Thomas O’Malley,” Grant informed her when she arrived at the office. “They used the purported annulment document as their justification, entered it into the record.”
“Why do you seem so happy about that?” Penny asked.
“You’ll find out tomorrow morning at the hearing in St. Louis,” Grant replied. “They were married in Missouri, so that’s where everything is taking place. Missouri is an equitable distribution state, which means that property will be divided by the court in a manner that is fair to both parties but not necessarily equally in the event of a divorce. They think that’s to their advantage, but they’re going to find out how woefully mistaken they are.”
“I should go home and pack a bag, then,” Penny said. “What time is our flight?”
“4:00,” Grant replied. “You should consider keeping a packed bag here in the office just for things like this. That way you’ll always be prepared to leave on a moment’s notice.”
Arriving in St. Louis just after 8:00 in the evening, they took a taxi to the Four Seasons Hotel and checked in to the Presidential Suite on the top floor with a view of the nearby Gateway Arch. It being late, then went down to Cinder House, the award winning house restaurant, where Penny ordered a bottle of Craggy Range sauvignon blanc from the Marlborough region of New Zealand, then appetizers of jalea, a dish of crispy shrimp & squid, pineapple aioli, and salsa criolla, grilled octopus with smoked huancaina potato, Brazil nut relish, and chimichurri, and ceviche with aji rocoto, grilled sweet potato, and a lotus root chip. For an entrée, Penny chose the moqueca, comprised of seabass, octopus, mussels, shrimp, lobster coconut broth, and crab spiced puffed rice, while Grant opted for the halibut with huancaina pineapple polenta, orange aji amarillo fennel, and Brazilian salsa matcha. For dessert they both chose the mango cheesecake with cashews, coconut, and banana passion fruit sorbet.
“Wow, I am just stuffed,” Penny said when they finally sat back drinking their after-dinner coffee. “But that was delicious.”
“It certainly hit the spot,” Grant agreed.
“Now let’s go upstairs and have an ultimate dessert,” Penny suggested, smiling.
Grant sat on the end of the bed watching as a naked Penny knelt in front of him, both hands wrapped around the shaft of his cock as she sucked on it, groaning each time she went all the way down on him, milking him with her entire mouth and throat before slowly backing off. When she finally got him to cum, she looked up to meet his eyes while his cock pulsed in her mouth and she gulped down his cum.
“Mmm, so good,” she gasped when she had succeeded in sucking him dry. “Now it’s your turn,” she said, climbing up on the bed and lying back, hooking her elbows behind her knees and spreading herself wide open for him, her mouth hanging open as she watched him lean over and drag his tongue up through her sopping pussy before stabbing it into her, then beginning to eat her, not stopping until she was gasping for breath from cumming so much. Only then did he crawl forward, sinking all nine hard inches of his cock into her as he leaned over, sucking and chewing on her hard ruby nipples as he fucked her. When he was ready to cum some 15-20 minutes later, he pulled his cock from her and watched as she sat up and leaned over, once again taking him into her mouth and sucking him off when he came.
“You are one hell of a great fuck, Penny,” Grant gasped when they lay panting for breath after.
“Something that every girl dreams of hearing her father say,” Penny said, laughing. “For an old guy, you don’t do so badly yourself.”
“Something a man never wants to hear, especially from his daughter,” Grant said, laughing with her.
Waking twice during the night to enjoy long slow fucks, always ending with Penny sucking him off, morning found them in a 69. Then Penny mounted him, holding her long red hair up as he filled his hands with her breasts, pinching and pulling on her hard ruby nipples as she fucked him in a leisurely fashion, making it last until he couldn’t hold back any longer, then dismounting him and sucking him off once again.
They got up and showered, then went down to breakfast, taking a taxi to the St. Louis Municipal Courthouse, arriving just 5 minutes before the scheduled hearing time. Penny couldn’t hide her smile when she saw the row of flunkies sitting behind Kieran Doyle, though she did notice that Colin Murphy wasn’t present. The judge entered and the hearing was called to order.
“Mr. Studder, this document of annulment seems to be pretty conclusive,” Judge Arlene Goddard said, holding it up. “Unless you have a compelling argument to make as to why I shouldn’t accept it, I’m going to grant the motion to dismiss.”
“Your Honor, I am quite frankly appalled that a law firm as well-known and prestigious as O’Hara, Murphy, and Doyle would attempt to commit a fraud by submitting a blatantly forged document such as that to the Court,” Grant said.
“Objection, Your Honor,” Mr. Doyle interrupted, rising to his feet. “That is a certified copy of the annulment papers filed on October 4, 1994. I deeply resent Mr. Studder’s slander and ask that he be sanctioned.”
“I hereby submit a certified copy of the marriage license granted to Thomas and Sarah O’Malley on February 8th, 1994,” Grant said, handing the document to the clerk who passed it on to the judge. “According to the filings, Thomas O’Malley entered the priesthood on October 7th, 1994. Assuming that this is really a certified copy, there is no possible way that this so-called annulment was filed on October 4, 1994.”
“What is your offer of proof to support that assertion, Mr. Studder?” Judge Goddard asked.
“Your Honor, I had this document examined by a forensic specialist,” Grant replied. “I hereby submit his report in which he states that the font used for this document is Verdana Pro, a font that wasn’t even in existence in 1994. It was only released in 1996. This document is a blatant forgery and someone somehow managed to get it put into the records. This couldn’t possibly be an accident. I suggest that this is part of a well-planned deception by Mr. Thomas O’Malley and his representatives in order to deprive Mrs. Sarah O’Malley her fair portion of Mr. O’Malley’s estate should he now wish to divorce her, his wife.”
“Mr. Doyle?” Judge Goddard said, looking at him. “Your response?”
“Your Honor, I am just as surprised to hear this as you,” Mr. Doyle replied, red-faced. “I-I would like to have the document examined by our own independent forensic experts before making a comment.”
“You do that, Mr. Doyle,” Judge Goddard said. “In the meantime, your motion to dismiss is denied.”
“Your Honor, my client is quite distressed by these events,” Grant said. “She is in hiding, protected by extensive security because she fears for her life. She had intimate knowledge of certain goings on within the church and fears that they will do anything that they can to silence her, as this pathetic forgery demonstrates. I therefore request a speedy trial so as not to delay and drag out these proceedings any further.”
“Mr. Doyle?” Judge Goddard asked.
“Your Honor, we need time to look into things,” Mr. Doyle said. “I’m not certain that we could be adequately prepared to go to trial in less than 6 months, perhaps a year.”
“Mr. Doyle, on its face, barring this document, this seems to be a very straight-forward divorce case, except for the size of the estate in question,” Judge Goddard said. “I see no reason that you couldn’t be prepared to go forward with a speedy trial, which the plaintiff has every right to request. I’m setting the 14th of next month for opening arguments. That gives you 6 weeks, more than enough in my opinion.”
“Your Honor, my client requests a jury trial,” Grant said. “She wants this issue to be judged by a jury of her peers.”
“Then we will start jury selection on the 14th of next month,” Judge Goddard said. “And Mr. Doyle, I don’t take kindly to things like this,” she said, holding up the document of annulment. “I will be referring this to the district attorney for his attention. Thank you, gentlemen.”
“Oh, my god!” Amy said, grabbing Grant’s arm as they left the courtroom. “I thought that he was going to shit his pants when you hit him with the font thing. But even better was seeing him turn white when the judge said that she was going to refer it to the district attorney. They know! They’re the ones who did it!”
“Who else?” Grant asked, grinning. “Every printer sold in the US places an all-but-invisible, unique identifying mark on every document that it prints. I’d imagine that they’re going to find that printer in the offices of O’Hara, Murphy, and Doyle. At the least, somebody is facing disbarment, if not jail. Let’s go get our things and go home.”
“Let’s fuck first,” Penny said, giggling. “It would be a shame not to take advantage of that nice bed before we go.”
Penny took advantage of the next several quiet days by putting in time on the simulator, convincing Bill to take her home with him a couple of times. Checking in at the office Friday morning, she found Grant with a contemplative look on his face.
“What’s up?” Penny asked.
“O’Hara, Murphy, and Doyle want to talk about talking,” Grant replied. “They don’t want to have to fly all the way down here just to talk to me about talking to me.”
“You are making very little sense,” Penny said.
“They’re scared,” Grant said, nodding. “They’re desperate to find out how much we know and what we’re going to do. We only hinted at it. You can bet that they’ve talked to their client and he’s told them everything. They’re trying to calculate just how much damage this case can cause, always keeping their eyes on the inheritance.”
“Makes sense,” Penny said. “We’d like to know what they’re going to do, too.”
“They’ve proposed a Zoom video call,” Grant said.
“That’s perfect,” Penny said. “You can record it. It will be the same as having them here and recording it.”
“I liked pulling their chain and making them come down here,” Grant said with a laugh. “But I’ve made my point. Their suggestion of the Zoom video call proves that. Drag one of those chairs around here next to mine. They should be calling any minute now. I want them to see you in the picture.”
They didn’t have to wait long for the request to allow a Zoom video call appeared on Grant’s monitor. A few seconds later, they were looking at Kieran Doyle.
“I appreciate you letting us do it this way,” he said.
“For the record, I’m Grant Studder and this is Penny Lane,” Grant said, “and we agree that this video conversation is being recorded.”
“Kieran Doyle. I also agree to the recording of this video conversation,” he said.
“How can we help you this morning?” Grant asked, smiling.
“What are your intentions?” Mr. Doyle asked, direct and to the point.
“As we’ve previously stated,” Grant replied. “A divorce, an annulment, a real one this time, and a division of their estate.”
“What kind of a division?” Mr. Doyle asked.
“The pending inheritance in escrow has been appraised at approximately $14.5 billion,” Grant replied. “My client will take that and sign and abide by an NDA.”
“That…that’s absurd!” Mr. Doyle sputtered, his face paling. “Why should your client get the entire inheritance?”
“To prevent her from testifying in open court about the 20-some years of being secretly married to a priest, who is now a Monseigneur, and also about her experiences playing the goddess Inanna twice a month for the Priory of Sion rites of hieros gamos that said priest, her husband, presided over. If her testimony in open court is anything like it was when I interviewed her, it will be excruciatingly graphic. There are also the names I gave you, just a few of the ones that she remembers, which will also be exposed in open court and subpoenaed for their testimony. The church blocking their appearance won’t be the best of looks. And I think I can be fairly certain to have a very busy interview and speech schedule following the open court testimony, which will undoubtably be very lucrative,” Grant replied.
“You can’t prove any of those ludicrous allegations,” Mr. Doyle said.
“Ah, but that’s the real beauty of it, Mr. Doyle,” Grant said. “We don’t have to. My client testifying under oath publicly about what she experienced will do the trick. Look at the fallout that your church is still undergoing in the wake of the pedophilia scandals. Membership is down, new members are down, fundraising is lagging. What do you think is going to happen once all of my client’s information is made public? My client can prove that she was and is married and you can’t prove anything to the contrary. And I will be mentioning the forged annulment in my interviews and speeches. I can see by the lost expression on your face that you’re finally starting to understand the position that you’re in. You’ve got a public relations nuclear bomb in your lap.”
“Are you trying to destroy the church, Mr. Studder?” Mr. Doyle asked.
“I wouldn’t lose any sleep over it,” Grant replied breezily. “A bunch of old men wearing dresses presuming to tell everyone else how they should live their lives, preaching threats of fire and brimstone to any who would dare defy their edicts. Forbidding any of life’s sensual pleasures as sinful while indulging in them to their heart’s desire. For all the good the Catholic church has done, it’s still done more harm. It’s a net negative. The world would be better off without it, in my humble opinion. But that’s not what we’re talking about, we’re talking about a divorce and a lot of money.”
“You’re being unreasonable,” Mr. Doyle said, desperation in his voice.
“I have a less unreasonable suggestion that leaves everyone somewhat satisfied, if you’re interested,” Grant said.
“I’d appreciate it if you’d share it with me,” Mr. Doyle said.
“What you and your church have missed in all of this is the fact that my client is deeply in love with her husband, as perverted a relationship as it is,” Grant said. “She’s not really interested in a divorce. What she’s afraid of is that with his inheritance, he will be able to buy a cardinal’s hat. Please don’t insult me by telling me that that’s not how it’s done. When the numbers are big enough, anything is possible. If that should happen, they would be separated for at least two or three years. By bringing this divorce action, she will be able to effectively kill any chances that he could become a cardinal and she would get to continue her life with him, even if he were defrocked. That’s what this is all about.”
“What are you proposing?” Mr. Doyle asked.
“My client wishes to stay by her husband’s side until death do they part,” Grant replied. “She also wants him to be happy and she knows that becoming a cardinal has been his dream for many years. The church needs to turn a blind eye to the reality of their relationship and allow them to remain together, even if she is only seen as his housekeeper. If the church can find it in its heart to do that, then my client is willing to allow the church to have $4.5 billion of the inheritance, buying her husband’s red hat, the remainder to be put in a trust in her name. I’m sure that the church can find someplace to put their new cardinal where he will do the least amount of harm.”
“Alternatively, we can schedule depositions and proceed to trial,” Grant said. “And under Missouri law, the judge is the one who decides how the assets of a marriage are split. There’s no way my client can lose the case and we both know it. I can’t imagine the judge awarding her anything less than half and very likely more.”
“I’ll consult with my principals and explain the situation as we’ve shared it today,” Mr. Doyle said.
“I understand,” Grant said. “I look forward to hearing from you. And just in case, I’ll be sending out notices of deposition to everyone that we plan on talking to. Just in case.”
“Until then,” Mr. Doyle said, a grim look on his face as the connection was broken.
“Wow!” Penny gasped. “Just wow! Does Sarah know that you were going to do that?” she asked.
“I didn’t want to get her hopes up,” Grant replied, shaking his head.
“What do you think that they’ll do?” Penny asked.
“50/50,” Grant replied. “Either they’ll see the ultimate sense in what I proposed – they are a business, after all, and from a business standpoint it makes sense – or their egos will rule the day.”
“Then what?” Penny asked.
“Then we go to court,” Grant said, a gleam in his eyes. “I’ve never had a case that I so desperately wanted to go to trial. Being in a position to call those bastards out, god!” he groaned.
“When will we know?” Penny asked.
“I’m going to officially take Sarah’s deposition in two weeks,” Grant replied. “The rest of them are scheduled to take place from then. Realistically, nobody will respond to the notices, but Sarah and Thomas have no choice, being the principals. With any luck, it won’t come to that.”
“I’m going to Nassau after work,” Penny said. “Amy’s got other plans, but I invited Cindy. You and Mom want to come?” she asked.
“Your mother has plans, but I wouldn’t mind joining you,” Grant replied. “Cindy, huh?”
“Is that a problem?” Penny asked, smiling.
“No, no,” Grant replied, a big grin on his face.
“This is just too cool,” Cindy exclaimed from her seat behind the cockpit as Penny soared into the sky, Grant sitting in the co-pilot’s seat.
“It’s really quite a view, isn’t it?” Grant said as the lights from Grand Bahama Island appeared on the horizon.
“I never get tired of it,” Penny replied.
Landing, they found the Jeep waiting for them and drove to the house, Penny greeting Ella with a hug and introducing Cindy.
“Wow, what a house!” Cindy exclaimed as she looked around.
“Isn’t it great?” Penny asked, stripping and jumping into the pool, Cindy right behind her after initially hesitating when she saw Penny stripping in front of Grant, a big smile on her face when he also joined them.
“Oh, I could get used to this,” Cindy sighed, floating on her back, her small dark nipples hard and pointing at the sky.
“This is my haven. I can really forget about the world when I’m here, no rules, no responsibility, only pleasure,” Penny said, putting her arms around Grant’s neck and wrapping her legs around his waist, grinding her pussy against his rapidly hardening cock. “Oh, yes, right there,” she gasped when she felt him reach down and guide the head of his cock to the entrance to her pussy, squeezing her legs tighter and impaling herself on him.
“Oh, wow, that…that’s amazing,” Cindy gasped when she saw Grant fucking Penny, who released her arms from around his neck and lay back, her arms spread wide, the water supporting her as Grant pumped his cock in and out of her, her big ruby nipples hard and sticking out.
“You…you’re next,” Penny gasped, her pussy squeezing her father’s cock as he fucked her.
“Ella’s setting dinner up on the loggia,” Frank said when he suddenly appeared, a mesh bag in one hand containing three big lobster tails. “It’ll take me about 10 minutes to cook these.”
“That…that’s great, Frank,” Penny gasped.
Cindy stared in astonishment as Grant continued to fuck Penny, seemingly oblivious to the presence of Frank at the grill next to the pool.
“Penny!” Grant warned a couple of minutes later.
“Just…just do it,” Penny gasped, pinching and pulling on her hard ruby nipples as her father continued to fuck her. “I-I want to feel it.”
“Christ on a crutch,” Grant groaned, jamming himself into her and holding her tightly against him, his hands on her waist as his cock pulsed deep inside of her pussy as he came.
“We haven’t done that in a while,” Penny said, finally releasing her legs from around his waist and standing up when she had finished milking the cum from his cock with her pussy. “I always want to eat it.”
“I don’t know why I’m surprised,” Cindy said, shaking her head. “That was way beyond hot.”
“Timing is everything,” Frank said, laughing, holding up a platter with three steaming lobster tails on it. “Dinner’s ready.”
“Looks like you’re going to have to wait for dessert, Cindy,” Penny laughed. “Or maybe be the dessert.”
“I’d settle for that,” Cindy laughed. “Don’t they…mind?” she asked, lifting her chin in Frank’s direction as they exited the pool.
“They’ve sort of gotten used to it,” Penny replied, smiling.
“I wonder what they think of it all,” Cindy mused, hesitating for a moment by her clothes, but then just following Penny and Grant who hadn’t bothered.
“Ask them,” Penny suggested. “Neither one of them is very shy with their opinions, they just have different styles when it comes to expressing them. Ella makes this magical aloe vera stuff that she gave me and Amy after a friend of Frank’s fucked us both raw one night. She had us laughing so hard with her observations.”
“I’d like to meet the guy who can do that,” Cindy said. “I didn’t think anyone could do that to Amy.”
“Would that be that Charlie Sweeney that your mother told me about?” Grant asked as they sat down.
“Yes,” Penny replied.
“Your mother said that for one night, it’s the fuck of a lifetime,” Grant said, “but not something that she’d want to make a steady diet of.”
“He’s bigger than you,” Penny said, smiling, “and sucking your cock doesn’t kill my jaw.”
“What have I been missing out on?” Cindy asked. “How could you possibly have kept it from me.”
“With great difficulty,” Grant replied, laughing. “Nobody’s got a nose for what’s going on like you.”
“You’ve just put a huge dent in my reputation,” Cindy said.
“Since I know how much you like them, I made the garlic mashed potatoes with creamed feta cheese and cumin,” Ella said as she appeared with three large bowls. “And there’s steamed butternut squash brushed with clarified butter and a sprinkle of saffron. The salad is assorted baby greens with cherry tomatoes, avocado, mandarin orange sections, roasted pine nuts and cashews, with a strawberry-lime vinaigrette. I hear that you’ve worked up an appetite.”
“That we have,” Penny laughed.
“It sounds amazing, Ella,” Grant said.
“Glen and Daryl brought the lobsters by a few hours ago, caught them today,” Ella added.
“Could you check with them and see if they have a charter booked for tomorrow?” Penny asked. “I think that would be a perfect way to introduce Cindy to the island.”
“If they’ve got one, I’d bet anything that they’ll find a way to cancel it,” Ella said with a laugh. “There’s key lime pie and banana cream pie for dessert. What would you like to drink?” she asked.
“How about a bottle of the Krug Grande Cuvée,” Grant replied.
“I cannot get over how incredible this house is,” Cindy said as they ate. “How can you bear to leave it and work?” she asked.
“Too much of a good thing,” Grant replied.
“There’s really not that much to do here other than relax, unless you’re into boating or diving,” Penny replied. “We do a lot of nothing and fuck a lot. It’s perfect for unwinding and recharging the batteries.”
“You’ve found a way to die and go to heaven without actually dying,” Cindy observed.
“I’ll have to remember that,” Grant laughed.
“I never thought that I could eat that much,” Cindy moaned as she leaned back after finishing her banana cream pie. “And those mashed potatoes, I’ve never tasted anything like them. I’m spoiled for life.”
“Let’s go fuck,” Penny suggested.
“As long as I don’t have to do any of the work,” Cindy replied, laughing.
Grant finished his coffee before following Penny and Cindy, finding them on his bed in a 69, Cindy on top, Penny using her hands to spread Cindy’s ass cheeks apart, her clamshell pussy peeling open to reveal her delicate inner lips and tiny clit. His cock hardening and rising as he watched Penny’s tongue slipping between those delicate lips and into her, he smiled, shaking his head as he watched his daughter eating Cindy’s glistening pink pussy.
When Penny felt her father’s cock sliding across her forehead and nose, she lay back, holding Cindy’s pussy open and watching as his big cock stretched her as he pressed it into her, letting her tongue lave the shaft of his cock as he filled her, her lips glued to the junction of Cindy’s pussy and his cock as he began to slowly fuck her, every few strokes pulling his cock out and dropping it into Penny’s open and waiting mouth, all the way down her throat as she milked him, then back into Cindy’s pussy. He did this several times before finally groaning and pulling his spurting cock from her pussy and dropping it into Penny’s mouth, once again enjoying the sensation of her sucking him off and gulping his cum down before gluing her mouth to Cindy’s pussy and feasting on the cum cocktail filling her before finally lying back, gasping for breath.
“I’d almost forgotten how nice it was to have you eating my pussy,” Cindy gasped as she rolled off of Penny’s body, her own mouth and chin glistening with Penny’s juices, “and how delicious yours is.”
“It’s definitely been too long,” Penny sighed as her father lifted her legs and lay them against his shoulders as he slid his cock into her. “God, this is just so good,” she moaned as he began to fuck her, long slow strokes, reaching down to rub her huge clit with his thumb and set off a series of intense orgasms, her pussy spasming on his cock.
“I can’t believe how hot it is watching the two of you,” Cindy said, straddling Penny’s face and lowering her pussy onto her extended tongue, then leaning over to tongue her huge clit and lick Grant’s cock as it slid in and out of her, opening her mouth for it when he pulled it out, her nostrils flaring as it exploded in her mouth and began blasting her tonsils with hot thick cum which she eagerly gulped down.
The night seemed to go on forever, Penny and Cindy eating one another and Grant taking turns fucking them. Dawn finally broke as Penny ate Cindy’s cum-filled pussy while Grant fucked her in the ass, eventually groaning as he came deep inside of her. When they had caught their collective breaths, they staggered from the bed and to the shower, taking care to wash one another before they made their way to the kitchen where Ella was preparing breakfast.
“You’re in for a real treat,” Penny informed Cindy as they ate breakfast after Ella had informed them that Glen and Daryl would be waiting for them at the docks.
“It feels strange to only be wearing a T-shirt,” Cindy said as Penny drove into town after breakfast.
“It’s only so that you don’t get arrested,” Penny said, laughing. “Trust me, you’re going to have a great day.”
Glen and Daryl were waiting in their boat when they arrived, big smiles on their faces.
“They’re cute, but so young,” Cindy said to Penny as they made their way to the quay above the boat where Penny made introductions, Cindy actually blushing when Glen helped her down into the boat, his eyes clearly on her naked pussy.
“Make it a day that she won’t forget,” Penny said as she squatted down on the quay, the long inner lips of her pussy hanging down and petaled apart beneath her huge clit, smiling as Glen and Daryl looked at her, licking their lips.
“Wait a minute,” Cindy said, panicking. “Aren’t you coming with us?” she asked.
“No, you get them all to yourself,” Penny replied, laughing. “Bring her back without a sunburn and you can stay for dinner,” she said, reaching down with one hand to slide a finger into her own pussy, rubbing her huge clit. “And dessert,” she added, softly sucking on her finger.
“Penny, I am going to kill you,” Cindy said.
“You’ll end up thanking me,” Penny laughed, standing up.
Returning to the house, Penny found Grant asleep on one of the chaise lounges around the pool and woke him when she took his cock into her mouth, enjoying feeling him get hard and grow in her mouth, his cock filling her throat as she sucked on him for a minute before straddling him and guiding his cock to her pussy and sinking down onto it.
“I thought that you were going with Cindy,” Grant said as she began to fuck him, his hands filled with her hard-nippled breasts.
“I wanted you to myself for a day,” Penny said, smiling as she fucked him.
Penny awakened from a deep sleep later that afternoon, Grant next to her on his bed, having spent the day fucking, then napping, then fucking again, only this time it was Cindy crawling onto the bed and straddling her face, lowering her cum-oozing pussy onto her mouth.
“I can’t decide whether to kill you or thank you,” Cindy said as Penny ate her, Grant waking and rolling onto his side to watch. “Those two boys are crazy. I have never been fucked so much in my life. They never stop.”
“I told you that it was going to be a great day,” Penny laughed as Cindy dismounted her face, leaning over to take Grant’s cock into her mouth, tasting Penny’s pussy all over it as she sucked on him. “Where are the boys?” she asked.
“Cleaning the fish they caught with Frank,” Cindy replied.
“Mmm, nice,” Penny sighed, stretching. “What a perfect day.”
Seeing Grant pull on some shorts before leaving the bedroom, Penny and Cindy put on T-shirts. They found Glen and Daryl with Frank by the grill.
“Thanks for showing Cindy a good time today,” Penny said, smiling at them. “I hope that you saved something for me.”
“We held ourselves back a bit just for that reason,” Glen replied, laughing.
“I’d love to see what not holding yourselves back is like,” Cindy said.
“Just say the word,” Glen said, grinning.
Dinner was another of Ella’s masterpieces, greatly enhanced by the large hog snappers that Glen and Daryl had provided.
“You can keep Grant company,” Penny said when they had finished eating. “I’m going to see what the boys have left in them.”
It was just before dawn when Penny crawled onto the bed with Grant and Cindy where she was on her stomach, Grant looming over her as he fucked her in the ass.
“I just sent the boys home,” Penny said, sitting down in front of Cindy and leaning back on her elbows, spreading her pussy wide open for her. “They left you a souvenir,” she said with a smile as Cindy slid her tongue into her cum-filled pussy and began feasting on her while Grant continued to pound her ass.
“This is my kind of a life,” Cindy sighed when they all lay sprawled on the bed afterwards. “God, I love to fuck.”
“I hadn’t noticed,” Penny said, laughing.
“Like you don’t?” Cindy laughed as Penny rolled onto her stomach, reaching back behind herself to spread her ass cheeks apart, moaning when her father plunged his cock into her ass and began fucking her.
“Such a perfect way to set the tone for the day,” Penny gasped as he vigorously fucked her ass.
The three of them staggered to the shower after Grant filled Penny’s ass with a load of cum, then to breakfast, Ella shaking her head.
“Those boys looked like they had just won the lottery,” she said as they ate.
“And here I was thinking that it was us that won,” Penny said with a laugh. “They’re nice boys and they’re a lot of fun.”
“They’re just boys being boys,” Frank said as he suddenly appeared. “I just hope they realize how damned lucky they are.”
“Frank, was that a compliment?” Penny asked, smiling at him.
They spent the morning doing nothing but lying around the pool napping, nobody having gotten much sleep the night before. As lunchtime approached, Penny suggested that they go into town and eat at Nell’s, not wanting to miss out on a nice meal of conch. It didn’t take much to talk Cindy into wearing Amy’s bikini top with a pair of shorts, her dark nipples visible sticking out through the light-blue material.
“Penny!” Nell said when she saw her, her whole face lighting up.
“Hi, Nell,” Penny greeted her. “How about enough for the three of us?” she asked.
“I’ll make it fresh right now,” Nell promised. “Good to see you again, Mr. Studder,” she said.
“I’d really appreciate it if you called me Grant,” he said. “I can’t get Frank and Ella to do it, but you don’t work for me and I’d feel more like we were friends if you did.”
“I can do that, Grant,” Nell said, smiling. “I think that I owe you a thank you,” she said to Penny. “Whatever you said to Charlie worked. He’s been coming by for dinner lately. The boys are really pleased by it, too.”
“And you, are you pleased?” Penny asked.
“And tired and sore,” Nell laughed. “I’d forgotten what an insatiable appetite that man has.”
“So, things are going to work out between you?” Penny asked.
“It’s looking good,” Nell replied, smiling. “He’ll still be Charlie, but as long as I’m the one making him meals and it’s my bed that he finds at the end of the day, I can live with it.”
“I’m sure that he appreciates it,” Penny said.
“There’s no way any one woman could keep him happy, not without him killing her,” Nell said, shrugging. “I’m not young and silly anymore. I can be happy with my share. Don’t you be afraid to have some fun with him when you want to. I’ll understand.”
“Nell!” Penny gasped.
“The boys take good care of your friend yesterday?” she asked.
“She’s had a smile glued to her face ever since,” Penny replied, laughing. “They’re going to make some women very happy one day when they finally settle down.”
“I can’t see that happening,” Nell said, shaking her head and laughing. “They’re a lot like Charlie in that respect. They want to sample everything they see.”
They were just about ready to leave for the airport to return home when Grant’s phone rang.
“It looks like we’re off to France in the morning,” Grant said when he finished his conversation, a big smile on his face.
“A new client?” Penny asked.
“Yes, but no real details about what the situation is yet, other than that there’s been violence and our new client feels as though her life is in danger,” Grant replied. “For the moment, she’s apparently being protected by the local gendarmerie.”
“It must be serious if the police are protecting her,” Penny said.
“Not an unreasonable assumption,” Grant agreed.
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