TESSIE TRIUMPHANT
by SarabethW
This is the story of Tessie, a story of lugubriousness and forfeiture and love triumphant, played out upon a phase of chaos and tragedy.
*
Tessie's earliest memory was her fifth natal day. It was the first meter she had ever had a political party. She was so emotional she could hardly catch some Z's the night before. Her founding father had accompanied her the previous week to her pre-K stratum to get the names of all the early students for the invitations, and to meet with other parents at an outdoors sign of the zodiac. As always he felt a footling awkward being the only father amongst a crew of mothers, but he was getting used to it.
Tessie's mother died shortly after she gave giving birth to Tessie. There was a rather virulent irruption of the flu that filled the hospitals to overflowing. Tessie came domicile in the protecting branch of her founding father. Her mother never came plate.
She died in a bleak midwinter, the winds whistling like only wraiths over the lakes and depositing mantle of Snow and ice over the countryside. Her forefather and mother were high school day ravisher, with a erotic love for each early that challenged the coldest specter of winter, and even unfit, the bitter taunt of racial discrimination and prejudice. Her father was as smuggled as an ebony piano key, while her mother was a frail and ivory-pale neighbor to the sharps and flat surrounding her.
Of course, Tessie had no conscious memory of her female parent, but she would flush the old photo record album looking at the many word-painting there were of her before decease had robbed her of her younker and vigor…and child. Every day of her life she would curse fortune for depriving her of her right to a mother.
At least there were a lot of pictures. Her Padre had once been an amateur photographer, president of the photography order in high schooltime, and quite near. But that was long, long ago. In a book binding elbow room, seldom used, the peck of picture record album gathered dust.
*
It was a princess party, though only two former princesses answered the decoy of the invitations. It was a bit disappointing, conceive Tessie, but at least they were both her closest friends. Nnaka was a few months older than Tessie, with hide as grim as new Moon's midnight. Her parents were from the congou tea, but had lived in America since before Naki was born. Doreen was two calendar week younger than Tessie. Dorrie was ghostly blanch ; a pasty, pudgy little imp with a warm and sassy mouth. Together they were about as unlike as three admirer could possibly be, but unstained by the prejudice of their elders, they bonded inseparably to each early for what would be a lifetime.
But thoughts of a life were far from the minds of the three young princesses, parading around the firm in their fondness gown and plastic pennant. They played the entire afternoon, lost in princess fantasies of silk and crinoline, flying rug and well-favoured princes. Along with these preschool fantasy, the unavoidable games of tag and hide-and-seek found their way into their childish play.
It was during one of these games of hide and go seek that Tessie made a nifty uncovering ; a discovery that would influence her life story for years to come. In a hurry to happen the perfect concealing station, she and Naki ducked into the back room, behind several lashings of photo albums. Naki had never been in the way before and thought it a perfect choice. While Dorrie searched hopelessly through the house, Tessie and Naki giggled behind a stack of record album. It was then Tessie saw a small, forgotten album tucked away in the corner of a dusty mickle. It was one of those minuscule bindings that could only hold a couple of dozen exposure, and even then, it was only half full. The binding crackled a bit when it was opened, revealing that it had not been perused for a long while.
inside were several photos from what looked like a high up school Yule period of play. Tessie immediately recognized her mother, dressed in a flowing Theodore Harold White gown, and sporting Angel wings. She was beautiful…or one might say, angelic. Naki and Tessie were admiring the photos, quite forgetting the biz, when of a sudden their middle grew the size of dish aerial. There, slipped into the plastic behind the last picture, was another, slightly dissimilar from the rest.
There was her female parent, still in Angel Falls extension, but no gown. That's right ! Utterly naked save for the feathery addition of the wings. She was standing against a Patrick White background with the gown held up against her chest. The two playfellow sat mesmerized by the internet site before their middle. Tessie's mother was beautiful ! Their gaze wondered down her torso, first being drawn to the ample bosom, nipples hidden by the gown clutched closely to her knocker, down to her thin shank and the flawless curve of her bottom. Her cutis shone in an unmarred alabaster gleaming. Her blond hair tumbled in billowing waves down her binding, almost to her waistline, and her heart were cast downward before her. They barely noticed when Dorrie came into the room and grovel up behind them, but they heard her sharp breathing in of breath.
"It's an angel !"Dorrie exclaimed, not knowing the picture was Tessie's mother.
Dorrie, being the Irish Gaelic Catholic in the bunch, was considered somewhat the expert on faëries and holy person, and although Tessie knew the characterization had been taken by her father when he and her mother were in heights school, she felt a certain consolation in Dorrie's remark that her mother was an angel.
"Oh ! Dorrie,"cried Tessie,"tell us about angels. Are they sweet ? Have you ever seen one ?"
"No,"replied Dorrie,"but I know I have a guardian angel who watches over me day and nighttime. When I'm bad, my guardian angel sits in the turning point and rallying cry, but when I'm in effect, she sits there and smiles so proudly, it makes me desire to be good all the time."
"Ha !"cried Naki,"Fat chance that's gon na happen."
While the coterie of princesses laughed in unison, Tessie quickly tucked the photo into her scrubs and tagged Naki, vociferation,"You're it !"and ran from the room, followed by two screaming pursuers.
*
Late that Night, after her father was asleep, Tessie pulled the picture from the nightdress in the corner of her room, and in the incandescent nimbus of her night sparkle, stared fixedly at her mother's image, repeatedly scanning it with the marvelously center of puerility. This was her shielder backer, and she would pledge her life-time to being good and making this guardian angel happy in all she did.
She kissed the range of a function and put it under her pillow.
*
Ten yr later, Tessie walks out of the school doors with her two friends Naki and Dorrie. She had grown into a slender offspring woman of exceptional poise and talent. At the age of six, she began to take lessons on the pianoforte and practiced diligently under the eye of her protector angel. So diligently in fact, that by the fourth dimension she was in high schooltime, she had achieved the report of a prodigy. Her fingers were long and slender and caressed the piano keys with a adroitness and philia that few her age could boast of. Her written report earned her an honor role position and she was likely to be her year valedictorian upon graduating.
But in all her work and practicing she always found time to be with her friends, a trey friendship that had never flagged over the years. Naki had grown tall and stately, sought after by all the male child. Dorrie was short and stout, and her temper was legend…no one dared to get on her bad face. But still, as different as they were, they were the honest of friends and confidants.
This was a distinctive autumn day, the twist of betimes winter picking up the fallen leaves and tossing them about in little vortex across the school day grounds. The three associate sat next to each other upon some benches by the football field.
"I'm so excited about the concert tonight,"Naki was telling Tessie.
Tessie had been invited to play a Beethoven concerto with the topical anesthetic civic orchestra as soloist and everybody was looking forward to it. It was to be held at the in high spirits school day auditorium.
"I'm going to hang around here and practice on the grand in the auditorium before I go nursing home to transfer for the concert,"said Tessie,"Will I see you later tonight ?"
"Are you kidding ? Of course of action you'll see us !"replied Dorrie,"and we're bringing a twelve roses each for the prima donna !"
They all hugged and parted, Naki whispering a heartfelt"commodity luck"into Tessie's ear.
Tessie went back into the auditorium and practiced through her voice for a good time of day and a half before going house. She had an hour before she had to be back, and the night was setting in. The walk was only a few blockage and she walked it briskly. There was a shopping center about half way home and she was passing it by, when all of a sudden men gripped her shoulders and she was pulled into an alley amongst some dumpsters behind the stores.
At first, she didn't know what was happening, but then the situation became clear. There were three older educatee from the school…dropouts from the arrangement, who had formed a gang in the locality. And they had, off and on, been trouble.
"well !"cried the leader,"Look who we have here. piffling young woman Perfect herself."
"Hmm,"piped in another, pushing her to her human knee,"a lilliputian too a great deal Edward Douglas White Jr. meat if you ask me."
"Mmmmm,"said the third,"I love ovalbumin meat. Especially titty meat."
Upon saying that, the third boy took one of her breast in his mitt and squeezed rather roughly.
"I'll riot if you don't let me go immediately,"Tessie said with a shakiness in her voice.
"Ooooh, scarey !"cried the drawing card,"Breast meat is gon na scream."
He reached down and ripped the blouse from her shoulder and snapped his finger. Instantly the cold steal of a jack-knife was felt upon her rectify breast.
"So … scream away dear,"he said,"just think, the tongue is rather sharp, and you don't want me snappin'my digit again."
There was a frigidness in his voice.
"Cut it off."
The terror in her eyes was nothing compared to the torture in her mind."What could she do ?"she thought as the tongue began to slip along her flesh and cut the shoulder joint straps and movement of her bra. The leader pulled it off and tossed it into one of the dumpsters. Her breasts were sizeable and firm. The common cold wind whisking down the back street made her pap hard and erect. She was too afraid to say anything, hoping that they would not suffer her. Her knocker heaved as she struggled to insure her breathing.
"That's better,"the leader said,"I'm glad we understand each early. No one's gettin'scathe here. Understand ?"
Tessie silently nodded, shivering in the cold.
"Remember, child, you and me were both born black. ‘ nd I don't feed a fuck how lily-white your mama was. Understand ?"
All Tessie could do was nod, hoping that the knife would not press any harder against her mocha-bronze peel. Her eyes began to tear up.
"Oh, facial expression at that, boys, piffling mocha baby's gon na cry !"the leader continued,"fountainhead get this, child, you're gon na cry a lot more if you don't do everything we say. You got me, girl ?"
Another nod. She couldn't believe this was happening. Thoughts were racing through her mind at hyper-speed. Fifteen years old…virgin…raped. And she was totally helpless. The gang member to her left was rubbing his crotch up against her shoulder. His penis was so hard she could feel it through his denim. How foolish she had been all her life, thinking she had a guardian saint. Where was that protector angel now ?"Mama … please help me,"she fervently prayed in her creative thinker, knowing that guardian angels were about as real as fagot tale princesses.
"And you strut around thinkin'you're too dear for the hood,"said the leader, interrupting her thoughts.
"Well depict us how thoroughly you are, child, and suck up my dick !"
Tessie clamped her jaw tightly, but as the leader began to unzip his dungaree, the boy to her left who had been rubbing his hard-on against her shoulder pinched her nose, so the just way she could emit was to spread her sassing. As she struggled to hold her breath, the knife was pressing ever more painfully against her right breast. Finally, she could bear it no more, and as the leader's peter was emerging from the top of his boxers, she opened her mouth and gasped for air…
*
Suddenly, everything changed in an instant, too quick to comprehend. Like an objective being sucked into a black-market hole, the leader of the gang flew backward across the alley and crashed with a sickening crunch against the incline of a dumpster, leaving him gimp and lifeless on the pavement. Simultaneously, the knife pressing into her mild material body went flying through the air, landing with a rattling uselessness far down the alley paving, as its carrier was thrown against the brick wall behind him, rendering him unconscious as well.
The third gang member, who had seconds before been so meddling humping her shoulder joint, began to comprehend the state of affairs and turned to flee. But a script came down upon his shoulder joint like a bench vise grip and turned him around to face the wrath of his attacker.
"wellspring, well, well ! What have we here ? Big boys attacking a minuscule girl. I'm truly impressed ! Your mother must be proud."
The simply member still conscious was shaking like a leaf as he pissed himself.
"I could easily kill you, you know. But I have another plan."
Tessie began to take farm animal of the situation as the voice of her father brought her backbone to reality.
"First matter tomorrow morning,"he continued,"I expect the three of you to report to the regular army recruiter on 3rd street…first thing. realize ?"
It was the boy's routine to nod now, as if his life depended on it.
"And don't even think of running. I know who you three are, and I can puddle life sin for you if you don't do exactly as I say. As a reserve captain, I will be checking to make sure you showed up. Don't fuck with me, boy !"
He pushed him backward onto his unconscious mind friend.
"Tomorrow morning, eight o'clock. And severalize your friends to clean themselves up. They look like shit, and you smell like piss."
*
Tessie was trembling so violently she couldn't stand. Her father simply swept her up in his arms like she had no more weight than a baby and took her house. The warm comfort of her father's arms penetrated deeply into her material body and she was quite able to take the air by the clock time they arrived, but he carried her to her bedchamber and laid her down next to the evening night-robe on the bed.
It was then she realized that she had only half an hour to cut back and be fix for her concert.
"I can forebode the school and cancel for you,"the father said,"No one would blame you."
"No,"she replied,"I'll be fine. I can't let everyone down."
But inside, she felt a corking convulsion of emotions.
Slowly, Tessie pulled on her dress and called her Father of the Church to zip it up.
"You look beautiful, Tessie, and I'm very majestic of you. I know you'll do well tonight. I'll be in the nominal head row."
They walked back to the schoolhouse together, arm in arm. When they arrived Naki and Dorrie ran out to greet them. Naki gave her a kiss and expressed her esteem over the contraband eve gown. Dorrie took one look at her and asked,"What's wrongly ?"It was so comparable Dorrie to see through outward appearances.
I'll differentiate you both later, Dorrie,"Tessie replied,"For now, I have a concert to perform. like me luck."
The auditorium was filled to capacity, everyone wanting to see and take heed Tessie at the forte-piano. It was a modest chamber orchestra of twenty-four player, mainly strings with a few woodwinds. The PDA had spent a pretty sum to bring in many of the first chairs from the local symphony to perform that even, and Tessie was looking forward to the soloist fee she was to receive.
Suddenly all was ready, the musical instrument tuned, the music director in station, the lights lowered in the menage, and the limelight illuminating the piano. Tessie walked from the wing to the piano workbench and sat down. You could barely hear a breath. The music director raised his baton and the orchestra began to meet the exposition. Tessie stared intently at the keystone, a row of blacken and white, jet black and tusk, and thought of the interplay between the two. Every new carrying into action was like a child born from the interplay of dim and white, and this child would be beautiful.
The exposition came to a close. It was Tessie's bout. A meaning moment of muteness hovered over the house, and then Tessie's long, slender, fragile digits descended upon the keys, giving parentage to vocalise. At that moment she became the music, soaring with the grandeur of Beethoven's genius, dimming with his dark-skinned minor-keyed intermezzo, storming through his fortissimo passage, and coming to rest with lilting daydream. It was a new feeling she felt that night. She had never felt it before, but it carried her finger across the broad sweep of cay, contraband and white, ebony and ivory. She became lost in the expanse of sound.
Suddenly, the star sign was standing and cheering, bringing Tessie back to the human beings from which she had, for a few legal brief import, escaped. She stood and bowed, but all seemed so insubstantial … uncommitted. claim of"Encore !"were heard across the house. When the speech sound died down, Tessie was left standing upon the stage in the spot. It was a pivotal minute, and it seemed as though a interpreter was talking through her.
"Thank you all so lots for attending this evening,"she spoke, as though it wasn't really her speaking, and continued in a vena not even she had considered,"Tonight, I would wish to give thanks all who have stood by my side the last few years ; my booster, Naki and Dorrie, and my Padre. I am very fortunate, but there are some who lack that fortune. There is a shelter only a Admiralty mile from this school, where woman, battered and abused, seek solace and protection. I intend to donate my soloist's fee to that tax shelter, and ask voluntarily for any in the orchestra to do the same."
An approving applause emanated from the house, her sire nodding with pride.
"And now,"Tessie continued,"I will act as the second social movement of Beethoven's Sonata ‘ Pathetique,'to give thanks you for your kind reception this night."
Never was a fifteen year old missy seen with such subtlety and grace as Tessie that night was observed by the four hundred or so in the audience of that schooltime auditorium. year later, people would recollect her operation and its magic.
From the bit her fingerbreadth touched the keyboard, it could be felt, spellbinding and riveting. A sadness permeated the mortal of every somebody in the house. Everyone's eyes were drawn to the yearn and incredibly young fingerbreadth caressing the keyboard. It was like stepping into another world, composed not of objects and sensual context, but of saturated sound and the emotions they engendered.
When she placed her finger upon the tonality, framing the final pensive chord, a long serious-minded quiet ensued. All the eyes in the house and all the middle in the orchestra were filled with tears, so moving was the might of the music. At the back of the house, standing in the shadows, was a young pitch blackness man, battered and bruised, his brass wet with an flood of tears. As the applause began to sweep across the house, he snuck away, just as he had stolen in.
Tessie had no crying. She stood and gave a stately bow to the consultation, whose applause had become deafening to her ear. Suddenly, inside her head, the applause began to echo, as if bouncing from one face of her brain to the early, not capable to escape. Her digit and feet began to cramp excruciatingly, and her forefront seemed to detonate and fragment into a thousand pieces. She fell to the point, unconscious and lifeless.
*
the great unwashed rushed to the leg, her begetter and Dorrie arriving first at her slope. Her Fatherhood sat down succeeding to her while Dorrie called for a doctor in the audience and told mass to"Get the the pits back ! She needs air,"with typical Dorrie aplomb.
Two hours later she woke up at the hospital with Naki and Dorrie by the bedside. Naki ran down the G. Stanley Hall to get her father.
"That was quite an encore,"Dorrie piped up,"You really know how to bring the house down."
"I don't feel right,"Tessie mumbled.
"I don't question that, after all the tests you've been through,"Dorrie replied.
"Oh, you don't know the one-half of it,"was Tessie's retort. She sat up, wincing from the bother in her head.
"Actually, we do,"said Dorrie,"You're father told us."
Just then, Naki and her father stepped into the elbow room, concerned face on their faces.
"I'm sorry, Tessie, I didn't know,"her Father of the Church stammered,"I would never accept let you play the concert if I had known this would bechance. I'm so sorry."
Tessie was touched by her father's concern. He had always been so caring for her over the old age. She reached out to hug him and they embraced until moments later, Tessie realized she wasn't wearing her evening gown, and the infirmary nightgown was completely opened and exposing her backside quite prominently.
She threw herself back on the bed and pulled the sail over her, quite embarrassed. Naki showed a benevolent case. Dorrie snickered. Tessie's father let out a short-change"ahem"and made gear up to provide the room.
"I'll let you girls talk,"he said,"I'll get some deep brown and juice for anyone who wants it."
As he left the room, Naki said,"You're dad's so sweet, Tessie."
"Yea,"Tessie laughed,"but you didn't see him when he showed up in that alley."
"I would stimulate killed them,"interrupted Dorrie,"They would suffer deserved it … the dickhead !"
"wellspring it's past times now,"Naki warmed,"and you're ok. You are ok, aren't you ?"
"I don't know,"Tessie responded,"I feel very scattered, ineffectual to concentrate. It's like I'm watching the three of us from afar. I just don't know."
"wellspring, they're keeping you here a couple of daytime, and one of us will always be here. Naki's taking tomorrow off from school and I'm taking the next day, then we go home. If you're up to it, you can go to plenty with me this Sunday."
Although Tessie wasn't Catholic, she always enjoyed it when Dorrie invited her to go with her family to church. Besides, it wasn't really an invitation…more of a decision on Dorrie's part.
The future two years one of her three favourite masses was always there, day and Night. Sometimes she would come alive up, thinking one of them was speaking, only to retrieve them sleeping. The vocalism began to ooze louder into her brain, like there was more than one soul there. Sometimes she would be talking and suddenly not retrieve anything she had said, leaving her Quaker and father with odd expressions on their faces ; a bit disconcert, but she had been quite shaken and she thought it would pass.
Tessie came home on Saturday and went to mass with Dorrie and her mob on Sunday. There was something she found comforting in the Catholic ritual, surrounded by stained glass from which she could never keep her center. She was particularly fascinated by one deoxyephedrine which portrayed a ideal, a sinner, a penitent, and a devil ; all very different, but combined in a perfect balance of light-headed and coloring. Her stare began to penetrate the glass until it suddenly shattered, casting its equilibrize characters in four directions. She desperately knelt before the shatter shabu, trying to put the pieces back together, but no amount of soft soap could restore the balance, the piece of broken in looking glass leaving permanent wave, bloody stigmata on her hands…
She bolted just in her bed, covered in effort, and trembling. Dorrie and her father and a priest were standing in the dim Inner Light of the room.
"How did I get here ?"Tessie asked.
"You gave us a bit of a scare,"answered the priest.
"Father, I'm not Catholic. I hope I didn't smash-up your window. I'm not possessed am I ?"
The priest just smiled kindly,"No, small fry, everything's fine. nonpareil and sinners are still in the balance."
Tessie's father and Dorrie looked puzzled, but the non-Christian priest winked at Tessie and led her Father from the room.
"What was that all about ?"Dorrie asked as soon as the room access closed.
"Dorrie,"Tessie replied as she fell back on her pillow,"I think I'm going unbalanced !"
"No, Tessie, you've just been through a lot. You'll come through just fine."
*
Three old age have passed and Tessie celebrates her 18th birthday with her friends, Naki and Dorrie. Naki had turned into an jet black goddess, with snick in her bedpost for all her conquering. Dorrie, still short and stocky, was a bit more choosy, but seldom passed up a goodness shag if offered. Tessie, on the other deal, was still a Virgo the Virgin, timid around boys, and frightened by the expectation of sex. Naki and Dorrie both encouraged her to go out, but Tessie had withdrawn into herself and wanted no part of it.
"What are we gon na do with you, girl ?"suspire Naki, sitting upstairs on Tessie's bed,"You don't know what you're missing."
"Oh believe me, I do,"Tessie rejoined,"the way you two jabber on about it so much. It's just that…"
"It's just that what ?"interrupted Dorrie,"How long are we going to suffer to wait for you to rejoin the keep ?"
"As long as it takes me to get the exclusively person I want,"retorted Tessie,"and it will probably never happen I'm afraid."
Tessie's articulatio humeri slumped and she tried to retain back a tear. Naki looked at Dorrie with a worried saying, but Dorrie, as usual, just rolled her eyes.
At this, both of her acquaintance joined in together with words of support,"Who is the lucky guy ? Why seaport't you told us about him ? We can avail you, really ! We can…"
"It's my father !"she cried, falling onto her pillow, unable to moderate her rip any longer.
The other two looked like they had been struck by a stun gun, totally unable to speak for a few moment. Of all they expected to get a line from Tessie, this was the most far-fetched and unexpected.
"Whoa !"said Dorrie,"Like…you mean…your dad…downstairs ?"
"Yes,"Tessie sobbed into her pillow.
"wellspring, he is handsome,"said Naki.
"You're not helping !"shouted Dorrie, trying to recover from her shock.
"No, really, I mean…I'd give him a try,"Naki muttered,"if it wasn't for Tessie. After all, he's squeamish and good-looking,"she continued, warming up to her argument,"and I noticed how he looked at me the other night when we had the sleep-over here. C'mon bozo ! He's a man…and men like Brigham Young attractive women. Is there anything wrongly with that ?"
"But daring I say it ?"Dorrie replied,"This is incest. It's…"
"NO !"shouted Naki,"You're not winning this logical argument, Dorrie. Tessie needs our supporter. Are we just going to desert her because she has fallen in love with a man who loves and concern for her ? Granted, he's her father, but is it really that bad, or is it just frowned upon by others ?"
Dorrie looked from the defiant boldness of Naki, to the tear-stained case of Tessie, and knew it had to be one for all and all for one.
"fine then,"she said, throwing up her arms,"Count me in, but we better have a damn good plan."
*
The next two week were spent coming up with that"damn beneficial plan"as Dorrie put it. As the plan involved all of them, or none of them, it was decided that those two calendar week had to hand so that Dorrie could come of age like the other two, and there would be no reluctance from Tessie's father on that score.
Luckily, their plan was given a rise when Tessie found a DVD in her father's bedroom while picking up some dirty laundry. Oddly enough, it was a video recording of a mature man having sex with two highschool school girls, one black and one white.
"There is a God !"shouted Dorrie, before she quickly crossed herself.
So the design was this. On the night of Dorrie's eighteenth birthday, after the party at her folk's menage, she would ask to expend the nighttime with her friend at Tessie's theatre. Once there, they would suggest watching a moving picture with her father. Tessie, on the pretence of wanting to fix one of her peculiar desserts, would bow out to go to the store for the necessity ingredients, assuring them she would be back in half an minute to an hr. While she was gone, Naki would get a line a"certain"video in the gobs of DVDs by the TV, and put it in to play, while Dorrie, joined by Naki, would snuggle up to each incline of Tessie's father.
The instant the video started would be the determining moment around which the whole plan revolved. It would certainly be aided in its trend by the fact that Naki and Dorrie would be dressed in rather seductive silk nightie from Victoria Falls's Secrets, Naki in a blench salmon corps de ballet which set off her jet-black hide, and Dorrie in black silk and lacing which set off her pale ivory skin color. If the two of them, with the helper of the revelatory telecasting, were not enough to jumpstart the sexual impulse of Tessie's Church Father, then they would throw to arrive up with another plan at a subsequently date. But if there was a positive response, one in which life-time ( i.e. Naki, Dorrie and Dad ) imitated the art of the video, then the night was on its way to approach a fulfillment of Tessie's desires. For Tessie would undoubtedly walk in on a horny conniption in which her founding father would be upright and desirous, and Tessie would be capable to tread into the scene of sexual giving up, while her Quaker took a back buns, and perhaps even another room.
"I just want you to understand, Tessie, that we are going to be working on your founder while you're gone,"Dorrie stated, issue of factly,"I mean, if we're still sitting there after the video has been on for five bit, I'm certainly gon na be giving him a blowjob. Is that ok with you, Tessie ?"
"Why can't I give him a cock sucking ?"interrupted Naki, before Tessie could reply.
"Because I'm not gon na fuck him,"returned Dorrie,"I'm not gon na confess to Father Timothy that I fucked my sound friend's father, then have him scowling at me all through his preaching later. But lots of girl confess to blowjobs. It won't faze him. I'll just leave the ‘ honorable friend's Church Father'character out of it."
"You mean I get to fuck him ? !"Naki responded, a bit excitedly, then recovered,"I mean, if that's ok with you, Tessie."
Tessie stood by her window, looking out into the night, the lamplights, the starry sky beyond."Could this be really happening ?"she thought to herself."might I really have a chance at happiness with the only man in this macrocosm I know I can entrust, who will never ache me, who will always love me ?"Everything else seemed insignificant to this outcome.
"Yes, Naki, it's amercement with me,"Tessie finally spoke,"Anything that will prepare him for my arms and my embrace, I would fete with my favorable reception any time."
"Have you ever seen your Dad ?"asked Naki, obviously screening for any information that might inform her of what she was going to get to block into her pussy. She felt a slap on her arm.
"Naki ! You're such a loose woman !"shouted Dorrie, and all three laughed at the prospect before them, until Tessie grew wistful and thoughtful.
"Yes, Naki, I've seen him here and there. He doesn't engagement, so his videos are his vent for his sexual urge. Sometimes, unbeknown to him, I can try him stroking and groaning to his fantasies. I carefully tiptoe down the hall, and I can see into his sleeping accommodation at the top of the step from just the decent angle."
She mused as she thought of her father.
"Now let me see ... pa has a big meaty dick, not that long, but round and sausage-like ... something that would make my pot feel wide, like after a big meal. I believe papa would never force himself on me, nor even think of fucking his pricey little baby miss, unless, of class, I decide to drill my right as a full-grown woman. I would love papa both spiritually and sexually, and I would make indisputable he was never lacking for a tight, inviting pussy to massage, and wrap his dick in its wet warmth. I would make love him early in the morning, before he even has a chance to wake up, mounting his good morning wood in the wee hours before daylight. I would fuck him, and fuck him, and fuck him ... I would be his holy person, I would be his slovenly woman. I would be everything he ever wanted of any woman. I would swallow his cum and I would let him give his seed deep within my womb, warm and moist. And I would whisper in his ear that I loved him and no one else, and that my pussy, my bitch, my little angelic bozo, my moist vagina waiting for his penis to penetrate, is his and no one else's, unless he willed it to be. I would be the stiff of his intimate fantasies, to cast into whatever he wanted of me."
Naki and Dorrie stared, open-mouthed, at Tessie's declaration. Neither knew what to say. Their best friend, whom they had always thought to be virgin in thought as well as shape, was giving them a lesson in intimate commitment in terms both earnest and poetic.
"That was beautiful !"Naki whispered.
"fountainhead, let's just trust it's still beautiful after that telecasting revs up with the two of us cuddled up next to him,"added Dorrie, always one to think practically.
They all laughed as they contemplated their separate office in the venture before them.
*
With one day to go before Dorrie's"natal day"visit, Tessie sat alone in her way late at night. She drew from her nightstand an old photograph of her protector angel, her mother, and sat down with it on the trading floor in the corner of her bedroom, in the incandescent nimbus of her night visible radiation. She gazed longingly at the image of a female parent she had never known, and though her eyes didn't quite bubble over with tears, nevertheless, they sheathed her sword lily in an iridescent glow that sparkled as it reflected the lightness around her, making her amber-colored educatee charm fire.
All her hopes and desires were riding on the portion of tomorrow, and she whispered softly a entreaty to her female parent, to her defender angel, who had saved her from rape and possible mutilation, to be delivered flawlessly pure to the man who had answered that prayer, sent by her shielder from a land neither she, nor any divine theologiser, could define or understand.
She kissed the image and went to bed, placing it under her pillow, gently grasped in her hand as though to have inhalation and guidance from its tactile proximity.
*
Day dawns on Dorrie's natal day. Naki and Tessie had gone to Dorrie's house to lionize with her family. It was a feverish and fun-filled political party as Dorrie was from a rather large family. But behind all the celebration was a tautness the girl could give tongue to to no one. All three knew that tonight was either going to be the mother of all disasters, or a truly noteworthy and sensuous experience. They felt as if their human beings was balanced on a frail graduated table. Had they thought of everything ? Or had they failed to think at all ? Maybe not thinking was the dependable course. They wondered what Dorrie's kinsfolk would have got thought if they knew about the outfits they were wearing underneath their party dress. Sort of gave a new meaning to the term"birthday suit."
Finally, they arrived at Tessie's place, immediately running in, woozy and girl-like as usual, and trotting off to Tessie's way to strip to their seductive pajamas. Tessie's begetter was sitting in the living room reading his paper and working on the crossword, while the young lady paraded themselves quite unashamedly in and out of his presence. Periodically they would meet in the kitchen, whispering and giggling over the squint-eyed glance that they were receiving from him, when he thought they weren't looking.
"Yup,"confirmed Dorrie, confident that they were making good procession."He's even been stealing glances at you, girl,"she said to Tessie, who had decided to wear an old striped Bikini bottom and a short jersey. zilch she hadn't worn around the house a million times, but somehow charged, in the atmospheric state created by the others'clothing choice.
"Soon,"said Naki,"he'll be nibbling at the bait."
"Or you will be nibbling at his dirt ball !"squealed Dorrie, and both started laughing.
"hush, you two, or he'll find out us !"came an urgent rustling from Tessie, who was anxious and worried beyond coping.
After a while, when they were sure that they were getting his attention, Tessie walked into the aliveness way and announced it was movie time and for the other two to pick anything they could find that might interest them. That she was going out to get some snack from the store.
"I've seen everything there is, so you three can just pop without me, I'll catch up on the plot of ground after I get back. Keep pop party, you two, and one of you choose something from the sight by the TV. I'll be back in half an hour to an hour."
Tessie grabbed a pair of sweat trouser that she had laid over a president and turned her back on the three to dress. Bending over to put them on, Dorrie couldn't assistance but notification Tessie's father staring."Yes,"she thought,"This just might work."
The car slowly backed out of the driveway and down the road, leaving the two girls, trivial inadequate of nude, with Tessie's begetter, Jim, between them.
"So, what do you girls wan na picket,"he said.
Naki immediately jumped up to essay the peck of DVDs by the TV. Tessie had done her job well. In the arcsecond push-down stack from the TV, at the bottom of the pile, she saw the recording label sticking out, identifying its contents. Naki bent over, keeping her legs straight, like she was touching her toes, to get the DVD at the derriere of the deal. She was easily the improbable of the three girls, and that worked to her advantage as Jim stared from her heel and up her farseeing legs to a brace of buttocks, round, smooth, and shimmering black. Her salmon-pink thong left a slim down ribbon of imaginativeness defining the crack of her ass, opening slightly to cover the smooth shaven total darkness surrounding her pussy.
Dorrie snickered to see his center so enwrapped upon her friend's ass.
"What ?"said Jim.
"Oh, er, zilch,"Dorrie replied, waiting to see the essence on his already stiffening tool, when the video started. Now Dorrie, of the three, was bosomy, and by far the most well-endowed. Her nightie seemed to barely hold its upper substance in place, as she sidled up side by side to Tessie's male parent. She wrapped her arms around one of Jim's, making sure enough that it cushioned itself in segmentation."This is gon na be good,"she thought.
Naki quickly plopped herself down next to Jim on the other side, laying her brain on his shoulder.
"You've got the remote, Jim,"she cooed,"Whenever you're make. surprisal us."
They both giggled as he hit the"play"button.
As soon as the titles started, Jim knew he had been taken. He pointed the remote at the TV to plough it off, but Naki swept it out of his hand and sent it skidding out of the room and down the hallway.
"Hmm !"exclaimed Dorrie, enjoying it all to no end,"Looks like we have some interesting plot of land developing here."She held his arm even tighter in her cleavage, nudging one of her breasts almost completely out of its confining silk.
Naki, likewise, was enjoying both what she was seeing on the picture, and what she was seeing in Jim's pants. She settled down deeper into the couch, bringing the hem of her night-robe up, so that her salmon-pink thong made an inviting delta of desire for him to view.
The import hung in the counterweight. Jim would either get up and make them a fatherlike lecture, or stay where he was and begin to bask a sweet surrendering to the two girls, who obviously wanted something he could offer.
He looked at the clock.
Only ten moment had elapsed.
He took Naki's jet-black hand, and placed it tentatively on his hardening cock.
"Yessss !"cried Dorrie, bodily sliding down his arm and leg until she was kneeling on the level, her chemise having been pulled, by the long playground slide, over her head and onto the frame, revealing a grand banquet of boobs for his perusal. She walked her fingers up the exterior of both his pegleg like two wanderer searching for their quarry, and upon reaching his waist, called upon Naki to aid bring down his pants below his knees, and completely off. Kneeling between his legs, with her arms resting on his human knee, she eyed his phallus, already semi-hard from the picture, and the thinking engendered by the two be girls before him. It was exactly as Tessie had described it, not quite seven in, but thick and meaty. The little girl couldn't take their optic off it, as it jerked slowly awake to their amazed gazes.
Naki stood up between the TV and Jim, and slowly swayed her slender and unchewable nigrify organic structure, languorously removing every in of nightie she possessed, until she was standing before Jim with nada to obscure, goose egg to hold back. Jim's eyes were glued to her form and figure, as Dorrie lost no meter bringing his rooster to full phase of the moon erection with her playful mouth.
"What if Tessie returns early ?"he asked the girl, not wanting it to end.
"Well,"answered Dorrie, never one to run off words,"I guess she can enamor up on the plot of ground when she gets back,"smiling as she recounted Tessie's early instruction.
It was then that Jim came to realize the full moon planning that had gone into this evening. He should suffer stopped, he thought, but was any real harm being done ? After all, he was the one being seduced here, and the girls were in to the full dominance of the state of affairs, and all, even little Dorrie, were of age. He honestly could not come up an tilt against it.
Dorrie could see his conclusion being worked out on his expression. The cerebration he was having were clearly strengthening his stiffness and mother wit of fall to the inevitable. If all went as planned, by the fourth dimension Tessie returned, he would be conformable to almost any sexual situation, or deviation, which was the goal of the plan. Until then, she and Naki had to keep him difficult, horny, and on the brink of orgasm, without actually sending him over the border. But quite honestly, Jim was strong, big, robust, and didn't seem like one who would shoot his load without a lot of pounding beforehand, and that was exactly what they were going to make sure of.
Dorrie stopped sucking for a import and with a svelte nod to that inevitable need of man, smiled and reached her hand back behind her to draw Naki closer.
Naki and Jim were both that African ebony black, beautiful to behold, and even more powerful an trope when combined in the potent moment of sexual incursion. Dorrie steered her friend's lithe and sinewy midnight form onto the tip of Jim's black and pulsing ebony faculty. It was a bit to be relished, as Naki slid effortlessly down his pole, her juice preceding her descent.
To Naki and Dorrie this was a great school term of fucking, replacing in its maturity date their puerility games of tag and hide-and-seek. They both had been playing this secret plan for a while, Naki since she was fifteen, and Dorrie since she was sixteen. They both knew the plan, and they both realized that they were merely fluffers for Tessie, who had yet to lay down the passage across the sexual divide, had not ridden the steed to that other duplicate universe of sexual discernment. That is not to say though, that they weren't immensely enjoying this particular ride. In fact, it was easily one of the advantageously they had ever mounted. Even Dorrie gave in to her original objection to fucking. Never had a party favor for a acquaintance been so rewarding to its providers.
moment later, both girlfriend were found astride Jim's lap, Dorrie in front and Naki behind her, fondling her vast mammaries, guiding them to Jim's mouth one at a time. Periodically, Naki would slide from Jim's cock and toward his articulatio genus, while Dorrie would nestle her plump twat down over his waiting quill, the two of them together leaving a creamy remainder that covered his lap and thighs.
Twenty second into the academic session the young lady were inwardly congratulating themselves on their employment well done. Jim's fatal cock was hard as granite, midst and meaty, and extended to its uttermost seven inch length, if not a bit longer. At times it would be buried in the wet velvety black of Naki's cunt, only to be replaced second base later by the stark dark and day contrast of Dorrie's. The girls were licking their lips at the delicious fun of fall and dark, when suddenly, during a particularly knockabout and noisy round of abandoned humping, Jim grew suddenly quieten and still, as if frozen in a moment of fourth dimension. His eyes stared fixedly, as though fastened on a vision that had suddenly appeared from Eden's realm.
Dorrie and Naki, noting the alteration, turned to see what had affected it. Dorrie spun about and fell onto the couch to Jim's right, while Naki likewise about-faced onto the shock to his left. The empty shag had turned to a sensation of wonder, as all three stared fixedly on the visual modality before them. There, unplanned by the little girl beforehand, stood Tessie, completely nude painting, salvage for a burnished orange silk nightgown that she held to her ample white meat, just covering her nipple. But to the highest degree marvelously of all, she was wearing a brace of shimmering amber Angel Falls offstage, complimenting and magnifying her flawless and unmutilated bronze-mocha mulatto skin. She was staring intently into her sire's eyes. The snag contained in her eye sparkled and reflected the incandescence of the standing lamp beside the couch, setting her amber educatee ablaze. All were dumb, until Dorrie whisperingly uttered, with a precipitous aspiration of breath…
"It's an angel !"
It was not far from the truth, for Tessie combined all the singular form and best assets of the former two ; ample and full titty, without the leaden, overcompensating fullness of virtually her size. She was lose weight and grandiloquent, like Naki, but possessing a greater roundness about the hip joint that sparked desire and wonder in her don's gaze. He couldn't take his eyes off her. Once, long ago, he recalled another angel who had stood before him with equal splendour and grace. His eyes began to swell with split, and one trickled down his cheek, belying the protruding manliness of his penis.
No one said a word. Time stood suspended. It was as if there were no places to hide and cover the visceral feelings that saturated the atmosphere of the tiny sustenance way, and the primaeval emotions of love and bonding that flowed like an unseeable current between father and daughter. Jim rose to front his daughter across the room. His penis remained fixed and standing straight up. As angle and meaty as it was, it seemed to defy gravity with its strength of arousal. Tessie's centre dilated at the sight, but she held her position, praying to her mother, her guardian Angel, for approval and guidance. She glanced her unfocused gaze toward the light, attempting to settle if her guardian angel was smiling or crying. In her heart she knew her mother was smiling, and the heart is, after all, the arbiter of the soul.
Dorrie's eyes met Naki's and, with a little nod, indicated that they should go up to Tessie's room. The Nox had turned cold, and on the way to Tessie's way, Dorrie removed the comforter from Jim's bed and took it down to the lounge, smiling and retreating from the scene that they had helped to reach. Upstairs, Naki and Dorrie crawled under Tessie's comforter and, cuddling each former, silently giggled conspiratorially at their handiwork.
The silence between Tessie and her don was intense, and all sensations were suspended in the instant. Her father tried to overcome his initial surprise at seeing his re-incarnated wife in his girl, but the knockout and perfection before his optic filled his pulsing hammer with line of descent, maintaining its rigidity and firmness, which was not lost on his girl. Neither wanted to speak, as if by doing so they would break a spell that had been cast over the scene. As if by breaking the tour, the crushing accusations of incest by society might settle upon them. But Tessie tread upon the chartless way, uttering the 1st word.
"Papa,"she whispered, and in that one word she wrapped all the feelings of a lifetime. Here was the only when man she could trust not to harm her or leave her. And she loved him as she loved no other man who tread the soil of this earth. And she would give herself over to him : dead body, heart, and yes, even soul.
"Oh, my baby girl,"Jim replied, another tear cascading down his cheek,"are you absolutely certain this is what you want ?"
"Papa…"she whispered again, her voice fumbling into the chilling secretiveness of the night.
She sat him down on the sofa and knelt on the floor before him, looking into his middle as if they were the simply single in her universe of discourse. She slowly caressed his cock, not to stimulate it, but merely to feel its military posture, which emboldened her to speak.
"pa, my dear sweet daddy, three yr ago, when in a consequence of dire motive, I prayed to my mother to mail me a savior, and from that entreaty you materialized and saved me from imminent danger. My trust in man was destroyed though. I have run and hid myself from that animal called man for three years, trusting only one, loving only one, wanting only one. And now I kneel before that man, pure and unblemished, and I pray to my defender holy man to once again see my heartfelt plea…that I can stimulate that man, and that no other man will suffice."
Her tears, for the first time that night, overflowed their saltation and drenched her boldness like a cleansing fall of dewdrops, tumbling through a little airy interval, to land upon his penis, pulsing still with a truelove menstruation of enervating blood.
She kissed it once, tenderly and lovingly, with the sweetest lips ever born unto this reality. Then he lifted her onto his lap and looked steadily into her amber eyes. It is said that those who have died, leave behind in their death a promise for the future. Jim could now see that promise before him, and he felt a loving happiness and freedom that he had not felt these many years since his wife, Tessie's mother, had died.
more than than any other thing they remembered from that Nox, was their interconnected wishing that Tessie's guardian saint, mother, Jim's married woman, could be there still, and believing that she was viewing from some distant, unfathomed shore, their consummate desire to amount together as one body…one entity.
Their minds were as one, as she lowered herself onto the throbbing phallus between her legs, standing erect to receive its fitting cocktail dress. As engorged as he was, and as pure as she was, it seemed effortless and painless as she impaled herself on his bounty, enfolding in her waiting slit, his entire cock. A perfect fit !
She laid her buttock against his, mixing their salt rip, and understanding an unverbalized truth, that this was meant to be. They wrapped themselves in the affectionateness of the sympathiser and made dear half the night. In the sunup, Naki and Dorrie, still naked from the night before, and still her two sound Friend after all these years, peaked into the living room with puckish smiling, consoled by the sleeping blissful faces of founder and daughter upon the couch. They silently high-fived each other and realized they were famished, as Tessie and Jim would be when they awoke.
And when they did wake, they found her two naked supporter serving up a sumptuous breakfast in the adjoining dining room. All four, seemingly unaware of the fact that they were utter naked, laughed and talked away a good morning fraught with magic.
*
The following days were filled with affectionate play between begetter and daughter. The world and its problems held footling signification in the overplus of sexual explorations they daily sought in becoming closer to each other. After a workweek of near constant love life and blissful touching and caressing, they invited Naki and Dorrie to dinner, thanking them for their constituent in helping to bring them together and supporting their option of lifestyle. It was a tenacious and musing repast, replete of, as you might expect, unusual conversation. But through it all, Tessie's father seemed rather tense and distracted. It was then that he pulled out the letter.
When Tessie was a baby, Jim had served for three class in an army Special Forces division, rising to the rank of police chief. But having served his time in the military, he was anxious to rejoin his daughter, who was being raised by relatives, so that he could see to her safety and upbringing himself. He remained a skipper in the reservation, participating in education and readiness maneuvers.
But a war was being fought in Republic of Iraq, and many stockpile were being called up for a surge.
"I have to cover in a month,"he said.
The placidity that descended around the table could be felt, deeply and lamentingly.
"Oh pop ! No !"yell Tessie, her heart straining not to conk out,"They can't !"
Her tears flowed inconsolable down her cheeks as the full phase of the moon realization came home plate to her. Naki and Dorrie offered what consolation they could, but were themselves, through their own experiences, grown attached to Tessie's father.
"We're being called up for six month to a year, depending on the success of the action. I'll be home before you know it. In the interim I have a marriage offer. Do you think back how the three of you have always said that you would observe a sign together when you all turned XVIII ? fountainhead, why not this home ?"
The girls looked at one another, mulling over the prospect.
"It would be a one-year lease, unless I came back earlier,"he continued,"Not that it would matter much, because it would be rent free. You could influence jobs nearby and salve the money you would usually drop on rent. What do you say ?"
"Sure,"said Dorrie, never at a loss for words,"Sounds cool !"
The other two nodded their consent.
Jim found this a groovy comfort in his mind, since Tessie would need the support and company through what he knew would be a trying time. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Good,"he said,"That's done then."
The organisation seemed to have brought with it a lowly sense of easement to the fellowship. As Dorrie and Naki were clearing and washing the looker, Tessie walked up behind her father and rubbed the tension out of his shoulder joint. After a few moments, she leaned over to whisper very softly in his ear,"Would you like Naki and Dorrie to sleep over tonight ?"
*
The next calendar month was a see-saw of emotions, as the three young lady prepared to set up house together. Half the calendar week, the substitute were called up to train and coordinate with fixture scout troop, adjusting control bodily structure to fit the needs of the field of honor. Urban street fighting and ranger action mechanism were the priority in training. Jim would come family for the early one-half of the week, tired and exhausted, and the girl would leave off their housewarming chores, and digest on his quilt and pleasure. Every night, the four of them would nestle under the comforter of his king-size bed, enjoying the delight of the flesh, unashamed and uninhibited.
One would think that jealousies would arise, but they never did. Tessie was Jim's girl, and there was an undeniable bond certificate of love that could never be challenged or broken. Tessie's friend were welcomed to share in her bounty, and they did.
Did they ever !
Some evenings, Naki and Dorrie would reprise their office as fluffers, working Jim's sausage balloon cock to a land of overextension, to be then mounted by Tessie, who would sway and writhe in sexual ecstasy, while her friends would attend to him by biting his nipples and exchanging spit lashings, until both Father and daughter would cum in successive and violent sexual climax that shook the bed frame.
Afterward, as father and daughter would lay exhausted upon each other, her champion would bat the excess of their making love from his nut and her thighs.
early clip, all would play, as if in an interminable saltation of intimate arousal, changing partners and location with each other, Jim lasting often two hours or more due to the absolute frequency of his sexual clash with the triad of au naturel nymphs, always ready to be filled with his cum.
One night, while packing some of his belongings to move into the spare room so that Naki and Dorrie could set up and share the master sleeping accommodation, Naki found a camera…an old, but pricy digital model with a disc memory chip. She smiled to herself, thinking of a plan to use it.
"Jim,"she started one night at the dinner table,"Why don't you take ikon anymore ?"
"I don't know,"he replied,"I haven't found a reason to, I guess."
"wellspring,"she continued,"you have us,"pulling the tv camera out of a bag under the mesa, leaving him no pick but to use it.
He dusted off the souvenir from his yesteryear and smiled.
"Ok, then,"he said with a glint in his eye,"Who's first ?
Naki and Dorrie ran like tyke, once more five-year old princesses, to find their prettiest kit to be photographed in. Naki chose a sheer white silk chemise that fell to her hips and opened in the front, save for the hook and eye that held it tentatively clasped over her breasts. Up the lead position were embroidered in pink and vermilion, beautiful rosiness. She was so charge to get her picture taken, she forgot to put on any panties beneath.
Dorrie tried on several rig, not caring much for any, then went back into the victor bedroom with nil on. In her opinion, if anyone was really interested enough to show them to, she may as well get straight to the point.
Jim adjusted the lighting and backgrounds to show off the strengths of his models, and the two girls were ready and willing to be putty in the hands of a man who knew those long suit intimately. They were, of form, tickled pink to see the hardness of his cock in the course of the sessions, and periodically would stop to caress and thrash it.
Tessie would top out in ever so often to see the progress being made, otherwise preparing tea and desserts for later.
"Aren't you going to pose, Tessie,"they both asked.
"No, I don't think so."
"Aw, c'mon,"Dorrie countered,"you, after all, are the prettiest one here."
Tessie looked down at the story with a blush on her cheek, but shook her head teacher and began to take the air back to the kitchen.
"Wait,"called her sire, eyeing her intimately,"I would like to have some pictures of you to look at while I'm away."
He fixed his eye on hers.
"Please ?"he pleaded.
Tessie thought a consequence, then smiled.
"I'll be right back."
And back she came, in the burnt orangeness silk gown that flowed like henna-colored water system over her chest and down her torso, revealing the soft and rounded outline of her bottom to marvellously effect. On her shoulders she wore the amber holy man wings. Add to the accessory the piddling waves of patina-copper, tightly curled hair ringlets that billowed carelessly over her spike and shoulders, and the combined impression was stunning and breathtaking. The admiring looks of all gave her cheeks a rosy tint over and above the bronze-mocha complexion that endeared her to all the small coterie of observers.
The bulwark behind her was quickly cleared of all appurtenance that might perturb from the goddess-like caliber she effused. Her Father of the Church bathed the background knowledge in rusty neutral tones by placing sepia tinted gels over the firing. Tessie stepped cautiously into the range and it was simply witching. No early word could quite describe it. She stood silently, majestically, and humbly, like a masterpiece of art, and her father's shutter captured her, in poses both poised and provocative, for the adjacent hr.
He had placed a sort platter in his camera for each of the girls. When finished, he gave Naki and Dorrie their phonograph record, but the pic of Tessie he kept for himself, tucked into the sack of his cammies.
"There,"he said, smiling contentedly,"now you will be with me wherever I go."
*
The days were flying past tense, and meter was running short. Every moment Tessie and her founding father could be together was like a moment stolen from timeless existence. The last three days of training were to be followed by a dark to bid families and Friend auf wiedersehen, and then boarding the tape transport the succeeding morning that would carry the soldiers to a far away war.
Dinner on that final examination night before difference was a tranquilize affair. No one seemed to want to verbalize for fear that the conversation would lead to babble out of the war, which no one wanted to muse. After dinner, Naki and Dorrie went to the kitchen to clean up the dinner dish antenna, leaving Tessie and her father to talk alone. Tessie knew that the few brief moments left to them were as hard on her father as they were on her. She tried her best to hold back her binge for care that their last Nox together before he left would be a sad one for him, and she didn't want that.
She took his hand and led him from the table to the lav, where she adjusted the spigot to run a hot shower for the both of them. Stepping naked into the shower, there was a notion that this was meant to be…all the love life, sex, and intimacy their human relationship had engendered over the by month had brought so much happiness, so often joy. She lathered his physical structure from top to bottom, running her long slender fingers over the brawniness of his abdomen, which had set themselves like granite against the hebdomad of constant training in the subject. From his abs, she ran her fingers down to his phallus, already upright and standing at tending, and lathered it for many minutes, not ever wanting to let it go.
"All of us want to say bye-bye tonight,"she whispered into his ear,"We've all grown quite fond of our ally and Father of the Church. First, Dorrie wants to say goodbye, then Naki. Afterwards I will let you log Z's by my face until you have your morning erection before dawn, then we will say our goodbyes…just the two of us."
"That would be overnice,"he said, trying himself to control back tears,"I would like that very much. Why have I been so darned by…"
His question was interrupted by a deep loving kiss. Then she guided her lips down his breast, venter, and through his shaggy-haired pubic tomentum, to engulf his tool in her warm and welcoming back talk, which she had to open wide to enclose its cinch. They continued in that manner until the hot piddle gave way to lukewarm, then cold.
"Brrrr !"she said, as she rose to dry off. The cold had made her nipple erect and hard.
She led him into the sea captain bedroom and laid him down on the king-sized bed, where Dorrie and Naki were already burrowed into the affectionateness of the covers. Tessie then stole out of the way and sat down at the upright piano in the keep room, where she began to caress the keys with her loving fingers, finger's breadth which had shortly before caressed her naked father, transferring the feelings of those moments to the keyboard and to the music. The amativeness boiling over in the bedroom was answered by her pounding rhythms, combining the Shirley Temple Black and white keys into a consummation of rhythm and sexual timbre.
Over the hebdomad, the girlfriend had each settled down to a pet spot. Dorrie adopted a position suited to her nature, answering each pounding thrust with an equal and opposite repercussion. On all fours, she would present her plump backside to his cock, which would penetrate her pussy from rear end in an unremitting, thrusting play of thrust and counter-push. The buffeting could be heard to accompany the hard and trigger-happy play of Tessie's fingers upon the keyboard, interrupted only by a long drawn-out scream as each bid their leave orgasms upon the other.
Tessie followed with a romantic and alcoholic play of contrapuntal complexity as Naki, lying supinely on her back before him, opened her legs to their wide potential extent, while Jim, kneeling before her, was licked clean of their previously combined orgasmic juices by Dorrie, who lowered his mouth-cleansed and rehardened tool into Naki's waiting cunt.
Jim, brawny and muscular, covered the thin and lithe form below him, stretching Naki's slit sassing as his dick entered her musical passage. Naki, whose snatch was always the wettest during sexual play, accompanied his knife thrust easily and submissively as he slipped in and out of her slick and creamy pussy walls.
Slowly, the medicine gathered force out and complexity, the astuteness of the harmonies matching the depths of Jim's phallus, as he thrust it farther and deeper into Naki's spread-eagled pussy, eventually feeling its pelting reverberation against her neck deep within. Suddenly, as the piano expressed itself in passages of voluminous crescendos, Naki locked her long slender legs around Jim's rippling muscular butt and dug her finger into his back, as she could bear his thrusting hammer no longer. A long suspended moan, emitted from the profoundness of her emotional and intimate being, and filling the house with its heightened elongated pitch shot, was let loose by Naki, who quivered and shook with a trembling orgasm that went on for minutes ; Jim's cock bursting, and filling her pussy to overflowing.
Jim collapsed upon Naki, breathing hard from his exertions, and fell quietly asleep on her petite breast, forming black pillows to rest his black head upon. Tessie aided his exhausted passage to kip, playing upon the pianoforte an ever-softening berceuse, exhausting itself into pianissimo passages of extreme dish and slow resolve. She slowly lowered the lid over the keys, and slipped into bed adjacent to her sleeping Church Father, her friends retreating to Tessie's bedroom for the night.
The grey and lightening skies before dawn found Tessie spooned against her father, enclosed in his protective grasp. She felt his penis slowly hardening against the scissure in her bum. There was no music to go with its engorgement, but then, Tessie always heard the music without aid of official document, for music and rhythm were the soul of their lovemaking.
Slowly they roused themselves from their restful slumber, as Tessie swayed, and absorbed his rising phallus between the impudence of her ass. Eventually, the break of the day found the two lovers with Fatherhood supinely welcoming his daughter's candy kiss upon his tumescent prick, encouraging its inclemency upon which she wished to sit.
Slowly she mounted him, sliding herself in tiny increment down his ray, until it disappeared in its entirety within her ever tightening and slippery bitch, its precondition alternating between the two. Tightening and sliding, slippery and tightening…the sensations firing the neuron in the father's mental capacity to the brink of ecstasy. This went on for an hour or more, Tessie rocking back and Forth as she rose and descended in a restful rhythm…like the ocean caressing the arenaceous beach. Just to feel her father bass inside her made her feel like there were no obstruction to overcome, no hurdles she could not crystallise, and since she first began to occupy him inside her, the voices in her principal ceased to complain and admonish her of impending disasters. Yes, the shattering spokesperson were quieted in the restful motion of their sexual love, so soon to be interrupted by the jazz of war.
But the only thought process in the nous of these two were thoughts of love : father and daughter, male person and female person, eternal lovers forever bonded as one. Slowly with each poking, she would bring her vagina forward toward his abdomen, easing it back as she slid her moistened clitoris over his thick cumulation of pubic haircloth, tickling her to irreversible arousal, ending by thrusting her buns outward and bringing the tip of his pecker to the very border of her labia, before repeating the ever-increasing crescendo of undulating heartbeat that could only end in the ultimate climax of lovemaking.
Finally the sun rose and its twinkle outburst through the window of the bedroom, bathing Tessie in an iridescent halo of luminosity. Her don looked upon her, realizing that he was making erotic love on a different level from the others. Indeed he was enrapt in the vaginal ecstasy of an angel, her dark copper braid shimmering over her shoulder, sparkling in the light of a new day, reflected in the shimmer of her curly pubic hairs, glistening with their combined moisture.
Neither knew how hanker their blissfulness had lasted, nor how long it would last, but both knew they never wanted it to end. The elemental nature of their making love seemed so right, so destined. They were the male and distaff elements of creation, coming together as one. No stenosis of society could interpose and class them in this aboriginal act of sexual congress that both had consented to and explored to its very core.
The tickling of her clitoris drove her closer and closer to an explosive orgasm, delaying its culmination to match his explosion deep within her uterus. The muscleman of both tensed and tightened until they simultaneously loosed upon each early the most vivid and merge orgasm either had ever experienced, she milking his penis of every last drop he had within him as her snatch tightened in a vise-like grasp around his erupting cock.
When they had finished, they remained transfixed while periodic aftershocks shook each former and the bed, until finally the coming subsided into a peaceable euphoria. She kissed his brow and kissed his impudence, then kissed his lips, feasting upon the mellifluous ambrosia she had ever tasted.
They both closed their eyes and fell asleep for another hr of rest.
They would open their eyes to a macrocosm at war.
She kissed him at the terminus from which he boarded the transport to transport him half way around the world.
"bye-bye, Papa, I love you,"were the last run-in she said to him.
And he was gone.
*
The weeks stretched into month. The young lady never watched the news show, never wanted to hear about the war. Tessie's father seemed to be in the thick of it, as they sometimes would not try from him for a calendar week or two.
Then one day a car drove up to the house, and an policeman came to the door.
*
Jim's remains arrived and were interred a month later. They were accompanied by an officer in his instruction, who was assigned to escort Tessie to the funeral and burial. He bore upon his chest a Purple Heart and laurel wreath of heroism.
Tessie, whose voices had ceased and whose smashing had been repaired by her love for her founding father, was once to a greater extent cast piecemeal into a roiling whirl. She could not touch the forte-piano or bring onward music from its frigidness ebony tree and ivory keys. She could hardly be active from her bed.
Naki and Dorrie were devastated also, but realized they had to be unattackable for their friend.
There was a slight disturbance when the jewel casket was carried to the graveside. Two of the bearer were comrade to Tessie and she had to do all she could not to panic. The forward bearer were two of the three who had attempted to rape her in that alley years ago, in another life-time it felt. Both were wearing purple Black Maria and decoration of Valor, and upon closer review, she seemed to take on the fact that they were not really the same two who had held a knife and humped her shoulder that dark so long ago.
Taps was played mournfully and sad, and he was lowered to his eternal resting place.
"Goodbye, Papa, I love you,"were the last Holy Writ she said to him.
*
A year has passed and Tessie sits in church with Dorrie's family. Father Timothy, in his appeal from the rostrum, thanked the master for bringing many troops home, in an boilers suit reduction of forces in the war. Tessie couldn't concentrate on the prayer, for her Fatherhood had already come abode. Unnoticed by her, there was an policeman standing in the spine of the church.
It was planned that Naki would pick up Dorrie and Tessie at the end of the service and all would have Sunday brunch together, but as they were exiting the church, the young officer appeared out of the phantasma of an apse, intercepting Tessie's progress.
"girl Smith,"he intervened,"I was your don's second gear in command, and I've been wishing to verbalise with you, but have been prevented from doing so by the war. I was hoping we could sit down to lunch together and talk, but I see you have a premature appointment. May I call upon you tonight ?"
"appointment ? Nah !"Dorrie said, eyeing the ( rather handsome ) officer, paying particular attention to the epithet sewn above his result pocket,"We see her all the clip, uh…Mr. Brennan,"noticing it was Irish Gaelic. She pushed Tessie forward, she and Naki making a quick exit and giggling as they got out of earshot.
They went to a local deli that had some sidewalk tabular array where they could sit and babble out. Tessie was clearly uncomfortable around strange men. She always had been since the incident in the alleyway nearby, but she tried her topper not to show it. The police officer, noticing her discomfort, tried his best to put her at her ease. He was a young man, red hair, just slightly grandiloquent than Tessie.
"Can I get you something, girl John Smith, perhaps a sandwich or salad ?"
"Oh, no thank you, Mr. Brennan, I'll just throw some hot tea."
"Please, ring me David,"he said, trying to break the ice a bit.
"Tessie,"she countered.
Saint David walked to the counter to order some tea for the two of them, satisfied that at least they had made it to a first-name basis.
He brought the tea to the table and sat in an uncomfortable silence for a few strained moments. Finally, he spoke.
"I knew your father well,"he started,"and served under him until his destruction. I was with him in the hospital, as I had been wounded also, but not as critically. I spent hours at his bedside before he passed away, conversing about life back nursing home, time to come plans, dream, and so on. I tried to restrain his spirits up, because he was rather seriously wounded, and quite frankly, both of us knew his time was short."
Tessie stared fixedly into her mug of tea, leaving David to talk.
"Your father was a good man, the skillful I ever knew. He was a natural leader, earning the deathless loyalty of all his men. He knew and cared for his men well, attributing to each of us a nickname that we were advised to keep. He was the devil of a drillmaster, but he prepared us all for what lay ahead, and for that we were all grateful."
"And what, pray Tell, did you call him when his backrest was turned,"she interrupted,"ejaculate now, I know the men always had nicknames for their officers, most of them unkind."
David looked at her quizzically as if not understanding.
"No ma'am…no soubriquet,"he replied,"He was always Captain Smith. No one would dream of calling him anything else."
Tessie smiled and accepted the compliment in her father's behalf.
"One day we were out with the party on a cleaning up operation and were returning to the base of operations when our Hum-Vee was attacked. It had hit an IED planted in the route and turned over, severely wounding your Fatherhood. There were four of us, all with nicknames your father had given us, and a stranger grouping of men you couldn't breakthrough. Let me see, there was Dumpster, myself ( who he called Red ), Humper, and Jack-knife. We knew we had to get your Fatherhood to refuge and we had to pass water a run for it, before they had a chance to Pound the vehicle with grenade launchers, or worse.
"It was a mess, with fire coming in from three side. Humper, Jack-knife and Dumpster ran forward first, to install an advance stead and to provide covering flak. I followed shortly after, with your Father-God in tow. All of us suffered wounding from the gunfire all around us. I was hit in the shoulder, side, and second joint. I fell with your father into some oestrus in the route, two-thirds of the way to the established lieu of the other three. It looked and felt hopeless, until Dumpster ran into the line of fire, providing a screening battery that allowed us to reach a more secure and survivable position."
David at that power point faltered in his narrative. Tessie understood why.
"If it wasn't for Dumpster's sacrifice, your father and I would bear never made it out of there alive."
A long second of thoughtful silence ensued while Tessie took in what had happened. The leader of the gang, that had attacked her so many twelvemonth ago, gave his life that her father might follow habitation to her.
"Dumpster,"she mused,"Leave it to my father to come up with a epithet like that."
"We were all dedicated to your founder and would have gone to the William Henry Gates of hell if he had led us there,"David continued,"Finally, the reinforcements arrived and we were brought out of there alive, that is, all save for Dumpster. We all had gotten pretty shot up, but we held our position, until the reinforcement could deform it."

David sat there and pondered Tessie's feelings before he continued.
"The three of us who survived that encounter are eternally grateful to your Church Father for all he did, training us to survive such situations and going on. He was more than just a commanding officeholder, he molded us into a band of brother, that is, men who would bestow, as opposed to being destructive, to this world.
"I just wanted you to make love that."
Another long secretiveness ensued. Neither knew what to say, Tessie still not over her grief for the exit of her founder and the only man she had ever loved, Jacques Louis David wanting to drive away her heartbreak and see her smiling once again. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a low item which he laid on the table.
Tessie raised her oculus, and her breathing seemed to cease as she stared open-mouthed at what she saw. There on the table before her was a little retentiveness magnetic disc from a first of all generation digital camera, rarely seen any more. Of all the things she expected to do out of this interview, this was the least require. She didn't know what to say, as her face began to hire on a deep blush. David, noticing the discomfort he had caused, explained.
"Your father, in our long conversations, and knowing that he had not much time left, told me everything. Please don't be embarrassed. I believe the love the two of you had for each other was admirable, and real. I would not be so vain as to reprobate it."
"Did you view its contents ?"she asked, feeling naked in his gaze.
Now it was David's good turn to blush.
"Yes,"he replied,"but only because your begetter asked me to. And he asked me also to expect in on you periodically, to see how you were doing."
Tessie's anger began to grow.
"Well, Mr. Brennan, you've had your titillating display at my expense. You can go now. And, by the way, I can take care of myself. You need not look in on me."
Tessie prepared to entrust, but David, with a frightened face on his cheek, intervened.
"Please, Miss David Roland Smith, I'm sorry if anything I have done has offended you. It was not knowing. In fact, only one photograph on the whole saucer can I remember. It was a airs in which you stared intently downward, clutching an orange robe to your breasts, with a yoke of brownish-yellow holy man wings on your back. I was struck by the image, not in an erotic way, but in a manner that was touching. I saw an angel…a true saint, and I kept you in a air hole next to my heart, knowing that you would be my guardian, and that I would return in one man from this war, which I have. Please, I meant no offense."
Tessie slowly settled back into her chair at the tabular array, remembering how she had carried her mother's impression through life ; her guardian angel, who had protected her through every visitation. She understood.
"Please,"she whispered, breaking a long secrecy,"call me Tessie."
*
A year later, Tessie walks radiantly, arm in arm with Saint David, from the church service, as they are showered with rose petals by Dorrie and Naki, and all the others who had attended the nuptials.
It is said that those who have died, leave behind in their death a promise for the future. Tessie could now see that promise before her, and she felt a loving happiness and freedom that she had not felt these two years since her father had died.
David was married to Tessie in his armed services uniform, complete with his Purple warmheartedness and Medal of Valor. His well man was Corporal Robert Denham, whom Tessie's father had nicknamed Humper, and common soldier beginning Class Chief Joseph T. H. White, whom her male parent had nicknamed Jack-knife. Denham was heavy set with a suave air about him. He led Dorrie, Tessie's maid of pureness, down the aisle. White was magniloquent and slender, with skin as black as new moon's midnight. He led Naki down the aisle.
As you might think, Tessie's wedding would be followed soon by others.
We all make selection in our living that result in either hardship, or boon, for those who come after. We can not penetrate, in even our smallest actions, what those results might be. But it is important to know that everyone has a guardian Angel who watches over them day and dark. When you're bad, your guardian holy man sits in the corner and outcry, but when you're upright, she sits there and smiles so proudly, it makes you want to be goodness all the time.
Thus is the story told of Tessie, who stood triumphant over her shatter fears, through the help of her friends, her father, and her guardian holy man, who never failed her in her times of need.
THE END .