Mina moaned, her lips still pressed on the base of my cock, shaking her head back and forth. She sent shivers through by body and I leaned back, closing my eyes, letting her work her magic. When I opened my eyes I noticed that Angelina had stood up and moved to stand behind Bart, running her hands down his chest. The tent in the leg of his jeans was obvious, and his face was flushed.
Mina gestured to Lila, who reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of lube, tossing it to her. Mina poured some lube down my purple cock, then rubbed some on her asshole. Finally, she turned around with her back to me, and climbed on board, sliding her ass down my cock and leaning backwards. She gave our spectator a clear view of her whole package – her pert little tits, her slender waist and hips, her asshole gripping my meat as she slid up and down, and her cunt that was now gaped from the pressure of my cock in her ass.
Bart was locked onto Mina’s every motion. I grabbed her tits from behind and squeezed them, then grabbed her hips to help steady her. She was so thin and light that I could practically pick her up and use her like a sex toy. She ramped up the pace, sodomizing herself on her father’s pole. I really wished I could have watched the action from Bart’s perspective, it must have been breathtakingly hot. Mina was totally into it and selling the show like a real camwhore, and glancing over at Lila and Callie, I could see they were also doing their camgirl best as they fingered each other frantically.
Mina leaned back, her shoulders just under my chin, her hair cascading over my face. I breathed softly in her ear and kissed her shoulder. She moaned and closed her eyes. I closed mine, blocking out everything except the feeling of my daughter against me, her smell, the feel of her body, my cock inside her ass, the sensation of her sliding across the shaft. We blocked out the rest of the world – blocked out the murderer who was ogling us as we fucked – and locked ourselves in our own little world. For at least a few brief moments, it was beautiful.
Mina came softly, then followed it up with a second orgasm that tightened her asshole. That made me moan. She increased the pace even further and I felt my balls tighten. Mina felt it too because she quickly came again, much harder. She gushed across my balls and thighs and tightened her ass muscles even harder around my cock. I couldn’t hold on a lot longer.
“Let me come inside you,” I whispered.
“No,” she said back. “We need a money shot for our audience.” I didn’t like that answer, but knew she was right. I lifted her up and she slid off my cock, leaning back and stroking my meat frantically. A second later my balls pulsed and I spattered my pearls across my daughter’s abdomen all the way up to her hard little tits.
Eventually I had to open my eyes and look over at our audience. Bart was engrossed. His eyes were wide and the tent in his jeans was obvious.
I glanced at Lila, and she met my eye. It was time for the moment of truth. My wife let her eyes roam down across Bart’s chest to his crotch and obvious erection. She slipped off the couch and crawled across the floor on her hands and knees, finally kneeling at Bart’s feet. Her amazing tits jiggled underneath her tight pink T-shirt.
“So, baby, is there anything more we can do that would make those guns free of charge?” Lila purred, running a finger up the inside of Bart’s thigh while squeezing a tit with the other hand. “You know, maybe make this show a little more…interactive?”
“If you make this worth my while, I’ll make it worth yours,” Bart said, the oily, sleazy smile on his face getting wider.
Lila unbuckled his jeans and pulled them and his tighty-whitey’s down. His cock was about average size and stuck up as soon as it cleared his jeans. Lila spit on it, and began sliding her hands up and down the shaft. Bart moaned.
Lila leaned back and started to pull off her T-shirt, then stopped.
“Close your eyes, baby,” she said, winking.
“Why do I have to close my eyes?” Bart said, his eyes narrowing. He glanced at me. “Is this some trick?”
I held up my hands. “You’ve won, buddy,” I said. “You’ve got my wife, you’ve got my daughters. What more do you want from me?”
The corner of Bart’s lip curled in another evil smirk. “Yeah, I guess I have. Hah.”
Fucking scum.
Angelina, still standing behind him, covered his eyes with her hands.
The second his eyes were covered, Mina and Callie reached down to the small purse Lila had brought. Inside were the Helmsworth pistols. A red glow suffused the room, and Dorothy and Lorelei flickered in, wearing the party dresses they were wearing the night they were murdered. Their foreheads bore bullet holes, their heads were half-missing, their face and dresses were coated in blood.
Lila slipped to the side and Dorothy knelt down, pulling Bart’s cock into her mouth, sliding her bloody lips all the way to the base. Lorelei stood behind her.
Bart, his eyes still covered by Angelina, moaned. “Fuck yeah, baby, suck that thing. Show your sorry old man over there what it looks like to suck a real man’s cock.”
I crept behind the chair and stood next to Angelina. I nodded. Angelina slowly removed her hands.
It was a really good thing it was hot out, so Bart had the A/C on and the windows closed. Because if the windows were open, the scream he let out would have brought the police from miles away.
“AAAAAAGH!” he screeched, in a voice that sounded more like a twelve-year-old girl than a guy in his mid-fifties. “WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK! GET IT OFF ME!”
He tried to rise but I pushed him back in the chair and Dorothy continued to fellatiate him, the gaping wound in her head bouncing up and down as she sucked him. His aghast eyes roamed back and forth between her and Lorelei.
“What the fuck! What the fuck!” he kept repeating. He looked like he was about to go into shock, so I called off the Helmsworth twins and sent them into the other room for the moment. But even after they left, his eyes were wild.
He looked like he had seen a real, live ghost…
“Bart,” I said, kneeling down in front of him and trying to get him to look at me. “Bart, here…” I snapped my fingers in front of his face. Slowly the light came back on in his eyes, but they still roved anxiously around the room.
“Where are the ashes, Bart?” I said. “We can make the scary ghosts go away, but we need their ashes. Without the ashes, they’re going to keep coming back. If you don’t tell me where they are, the ghosts will be back tonight, and tomorrow, and the next day, and so on. They won’t leave until we get the ashes. Just tell me where the ashes are.”
Bart was shaking, he was an utterly destroyed human being.
“They’re up at my camp up in the mountains. They’re in a pair of ziploc bags inside a shoebox that’s tucked in the rafters above the kitchen. I…I never meant to do anything bad with the ashes. I just figured if I didn’t bury them or scatter them, the twins wouldn’t be able to move on, they’d be stuck here….like…ghosts. I just never thought I’d actually see them. The camp keys are in my truck. Go get the ashes, do whatever you you need. Just make sure I never see…them… again.” He gestured towards the other room where the Helmsworth twins had gone.
“Do you know where the camp is?” I asked Angelina.
She nodded. “It’s about an hour north of town. I know the way.”
“Great, let’s get going then. It’s time to finally lay this mess to rest,” I said. Then I paused, turning back to Bart. “I forgot something,” I added.
“What?” Angelina asked.
I leaned back and cocked Bart hard across the jaw. His head bobbled to the side and I heard his teeth clack together. I think I might have broken one. He turned back towards me, his lips beginning to bleed, his eyes wide. I grabbed the front of his shirt and lifted him bodily out of the chair.
“You ever even look at my wife and daughters again, I’m coming for you. That’s a promise, mister.”
We got dressed and piled into Lila’s SUV, leaving Bart sitting in stunned silence in his living room, his jeans and tighty-whiteys still around his ankles. The drive took just under an hour and the mood in the car was bubbly. We had solved this thing. We were putting the poor Helmsworth twins to rest. We were going to put a murderer in prison.
We done good!
Even Angelina, who was probably looking at least some heavy probation if things went her way, was upbeat. I guess when you’ve been carrying something like this around for so long, unburdening your soul is worth the penalty.
We made plans to stop at a bar on the way home to celebrate. Unfortunately, that’s not what happened…
Angelina guided Lila to an overgrown highway turnoff leading up a rocky, rutted, dirt double-track to a shack surrounded by miles of woods. There was a rough clearing about twenty yards wide with some patchy grass and puddles, and in the center a ramshackle cabin.
“I know exactly where to look,” Angelina said, hopping out of the SUV and heading towards the shack. “I’ll just be a minute.”
The rest of us climbed out of the car and took advantage of the break to stretch our legs, cracking lighthearted jokes about Bart’s housekeeping. I surveyed the mess in the yard. There was a pile of wood stacked neatly to one side, and that was about the only neat thing about the place. There were tools and a couple of old rusted appliances scattered around. The grass was sketchy, patchy here and there. The tools sitting out included several shovels, a pickaxe, and a post hole digger. Along the forest edge sat a dinged-up old Bobcat with a shovel attachment. I noticed the mountainous ground was rocky and hard. It must be bitch if you had to dig a hole here.
But why would Bart even need to dig a hole, let alone have all these digging tools sitting out here? He was an electrician, not a ditch-digger.
I looked around the yard again. There were a few spots in the yard where large puddles of standing rain water hadn’t drained – three or four of them. I could see a few more similar patches off into the woods.
They were a consistent size – about seven feet square.
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