Gail Pt. 02

The flights were long, the drive home would be hours, we decided to spend the night in Nashville. While checking in as husband and wife, the older lady on the desk was giving dad a rather deviant look. I figured she didn't like the fact that an older man was with a younger woman. I could care less, he was my husband.

We ordered room service, having the stir fry chicken, neither wanted anything heavy on our stomach late at night. Dad was in his sweats brushing his teeth, I slipped in behind him putting my arms around him. I was rubbing my hands through his chest hair, not really doing anything, just holding on.

"Daddy, will you do something for me? Will you lay me on the bed and show me why I'm glad I'm your wife? I know it's late and I don't want to be hammered, I want you to make slow sweet love to me. I want you to plant your seed deep in my tummy."

He turned around looking me in the eye. "Seed deep in your tummy. You haven't gone off the pill, have you?"

"No daddy, there won't be any babies until my senior year of college. Then I want to be big as a barn with your baby in my tummy. I don't want to wait longer, I want you to see them full grown, and we should be able to see them marry. Who knows, maybe we'll live long enough to see grandbabies."

Lifting me up he sat me on the counter, took off my pretty yellow bra and bent to suck my breasts. He licked, kissed, sucked, teased and loved my nipples. Gently squeezing them, rolling my nipples, delighting in how stiff they became, the small areolas crinkling up, grateful for the attention.

My head was back, my hands planted on the counter behind me. Kneeling he put his face in my crotch, licking through the panties, then pulling them aside and tasting my heavenly nectar. I moaned and uttered little sharp noises, almost like a word being said, but cut off.

He scooped me up in his arms, lay me on the bed and began to slide my panties off, he patted my hip to raise up as he removed them completely. We kissed and caressed each other, I hauled his stiff cock out of his sweats and underwear. As he raised to get between my legs I yanked them off completely, grabbing his cock like a handle and shoving it in my mouth. A few quick sucks and I let go.

Dad lay with his mouth over my pussy.

"No daddy, you don't need to eat me, just screw me."

"Kitten, are you being a naughty girl?" I knew where this was going, and it excited me.

"Yes daddy, will I be punished? With your big love stick?"

"I think you need a spank first, turn over and give me your sweet ass."

As I turned over I pushed my ass as high as possible laying on my stomach. Daddy gave me two swats on each cheek, just enough to make them pink. Then he kissed each one and gently rubbed them. Turning me back over he cradled me in his arms, loving me, whispering sweet nothings, making sure I knew it was a game.

"Daddy, I think my buttercup needs a tongue lashing, can you take care of that for me?"

As soon as his mouth was on my pussy lips I immediately began rocking my hips. Daddy said what he loved about eating me, was that I'm never completely still. As I got closer to my climax my hips became more active, rocking up and down, pushing into his face. As I came I wasn't very vocal, but my body raised up off the bed and I bucked my hips wildly before lowering and taking a deep breath. Dad decided to change things up that night.

Normally after he would make me cum with his tongue he would lay with me and cuddle a bit. Tonight as he rose above my body I reached out to draw him into my arms like normal. Only this time he pushed his cock right into my wet, open, demanding little cunt, burying it to his balls with one stroke. My eyes got big and I grunted as he hit bottom. I was hardly past the climax from his tongue and I could feel another coming on. Dad felt my hips raise and he responded, I started moaning and my tiny body shook. He didn't stop as he normally would. He kept on stroking, not hard, but steady.

I was writhing, lifting my hips as hard as I could. "Daddy, I need it hard."

"You said you wanted it soft."

"Don't argue with me Ed, fuck me like a two dollar whore, I need it bad."

He needed no more encouragement, hammering his cock into my devouring caldron of love, putting all the energy he had left from a long day of travel into every thrust. I had lifted my butt a few inches off the bed, my feet and shoulders the only thing holding my lithe body in place as he pounded my pussy, holding himself above me. I started a soft wail, increasing in volume and strength as the climax gathered strength, ending with an OH YES, my body shaking as I lowered my it to the bed.

Dad hadn't cum, determined to do so he continued stroking. My body was now acting from instinct, my lover hadn't cum yet and I needed to see that it happened. My arms were around his neck, my head was lifted, watching his cock slam in and out of my pussy, my tiny hips pushing up with as much force as I could muster, my heels digging into his ass pulling him as deep as possible. My tits jiggling and moving with every thrust.

I smiled as I felt his cock swell, the head getting larger and I thought hotter, his body began to tense up. As gently as if I were talking to him across a table I spoke the right words to get him off.

"Daddy shoot that cum into your little kitten's pussy, make me happy daddy, make me the happiest wife in the world."

Dad drove deep and hard as his climax hit, he didn't have enough strength left to move anymore. He held himself in place and shot stream after stream of sperm inside his baby girl's cunt. I could feel it leaving his cock, as though it were being syphoned out of his body. My vaginal muscles were squeezing, massaging, gently coaxing every last drop of my daddy's cum into my hungry pussy. With no energy left, he flopped down next to me. I had experienced a mini orgasm when he came and was as exhausted as he was.

Lying motionless for minutes, breathing hard, I finally reached toward the bottom of the bed and pulled the covers over us. Sleep overtook in seconds.

Driving home we made the decision to have my nerd friend come over one evening for a meeting. Dad was very nervous and apprehensive about depending on a high school kid to determine our future. There had been 3 responses to dad selling his business, he decided he would contact all three to flesh them out and find out who was serious.

He'd spoken with a realtor while we were in Alaska about the house. While driving home the realtor called saying that without even listing he knew of four couples looking for that type of home, in that part of the city. Things were looking up.

I cried when we got to the house, it meant I had to take off my rings. Dad comforted me, letting me know we could handle anything for a month or two if we didn't lose focus. There was no love making that night, or the next two nights. I was sore, and dad was simply worn out, he was convinced I was going to screw him into an early grave.

Since school didn't resume for another four days I invited Kevin, (the nerd) over to the house for a Friday evening meal and some conversation. He wondered if we could order pizza, he didn't get that very much at home.

We'd been home about an hour before Kevin showed up. Dad changed into jeans and a t-shirt, I had on a loose fitting pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. I had asked Kevin over the phone what he liked on his pizza, the delivery guy showing up within 10 minutes of his arrival. After we'd eaten dad suggested we adjourn to the family room where he and I sat together on a love seat, Kevin occupying the overstuffed chair.

"Kevin, tell me a bit more about your ability to reproduce government documents. I run a graphics company, I know how difficult it is to access those things."

"Well sir, I get everything I need over the internet." Kevin was looking at me, you could tell he was uneasy with the conversation. I nodded and said dad was cool with it.

"What I do sir is hack the software for the printing department, every document the state uses is in that software. I have enough firewalls they can't get into my system or figure out I've even been there. I download what I need, enter in my data and print. They use special paper, but if you know the right people it isn't hard to come by. The mistake most people make, and how they get caught, is trying to change to many dynamics of their life."

Dad started to ask a question 'hypothetically', Kevin raised his hand in a stop gesture.

"I don't do hypothetical sir, tell me what you want, I'll tell you if it's possible. Gail is probably the closest female friend I have, I would not betray her."

I vouched for Kevin and encouraged dad to present our case.

"Gail and I want to live together as husband and wife. We love each other, and though society and the law say we can't, we will, and want it to look legal if we do."

"No news flash there, I've known for over a year she was in love with you, not daughter/dad love, but husband/wife love. I'm surprised it took this long to materialize. You don't need to worry about me, I have a brother and sister who are married, living in Ohio. You'll need to move away you know."

"We're looking at Juneau, Alaska. Large city, local university, state capitol, not easily accessible so not a tourist place other than the tour ships. Is it possible to get a new birth certificate for either of us, and a certificate of marriage?"

"If Gail will be attending university she'll need a transcript from high school. I have hacked our school system so many times it's almost like my computer is linked to their server. What I would suggest is me downloading her transcript after graduation, then replacing her name with what will be on the new birth certificate. I won't change grades, but I've done this with other transcripts, so I know it works."

"How will you be able to rename her with her present social security number?"

"I won't, I'll find the number of someone who's been deceased 70 or 80 years. No one will ever question it, done it a half dozen times. I'll keep her first name, just put a new last name on the transcript and birth certificate. That way, you can have different last names for the marriage certificate, while she has what is supposedly her maiden name on the transcript. It works Mr. Williams, I've done this before."

"What kind of cost and time frame are we talking about?"

"Two weeks for the certificates, and within a week after graduation the transcript, which I'll print on official school letterhead. Her original transcript will exist on the school server under her present name, nothing will be done to alarm anyone. As for cost, that package is usually $4000, but since Gail has always been kind to me I'll do it for $3500."

I had tears in my eyes, dad was astonished at the young man's abilities and confidence. Dad asked him to bring samples the next time we met.

"Sir, I'll do better than that, let me get my laptop out of the car."

Within ten minutes we were looking at the Department of Commerce documents we would need. Waiting to be down loaded and printed. Dad was impressed to say the least.

"Kevin, I don't want you to take a cut. In fact, this is so important to us that I'm going to pay you $5000 if you can do one more thing. I'd like you to photo shop our faces into a wedding picture, so we have something to hang on the wall for visitors. I'll find the picture, and we'll take care of our head shots if you'll do the rest."

"Deal, except when you find the veil she wants, bring it to me, I'll take your pictures, then I'll have what I need. Easier that way, and I'll have that the same time as her transcript."

Dad spoke, "Kevin you must have a nice nest egg with the extra money you make on these documents. Is $4000 down and the balance when complete equitable for you?"

"Actually sir, most of it goes to pay mom's medical bills. She's dying and has probably a year or so to live. She thinks I make the money through legitimate means on my computer."

With a down payment in Kevin's hand we were on the way to spending our lives together as husband and wife. The next morning, we headed for Indianapolis to find a wedding veil. We'd been to three different shops before I found what I wanted. Sunday afternoon we scoured the internet looking for a wedding picture sort of matching our heights and builds. With that web address we contacted Kevin for a Tuesday night shoot. Kevin's mom had been a hair dresser by trade, she would take care of my hair and the veil.

Monday I was back in jeans and blouse as I headed to school. My close friend Carrie asked where I'd been during spring break. I told her we'd gone to Scotland to visit far removed relatives we'd recently learned of, mentioning we might move there after school where I would attend the University at Edinburgh.

That was the very moment things were set in motion to move away. Dad and I were still very active in the bedroom, but not every night as it had been. We were engrossed in finishing plans for our move. We looked at a lot of real estate in Juneau online, reaching the conclusion we would rent for 6 months and look for something to buy after we got there. There had been three couples view our home, two had made offers to purchase, now it was up to them to decide who wanted it more. Activity on the business was not as brisk.

Graduation was upon us. Kevin completed what he agreed to do, and the business received a genuine offer the week of graduation. I wanted to be gone the day after I graduated, dad told me to be patient, it was almost over. Within a week of receiving an offer on the business dad agreed to the sale price. Closing would take at least 3 to 4 weeks, dad decided we should move, then he would return to take care of the closing.

We sold the house, getting more than we had listed it for, both vehicles were sold, the car buyer agreeing to wait until the morning we left to pick them for a $500 discount. Beyond momentos, pictures, and personal items there was nothing we wanted, deciding to purchase new furniture and appliances in Alaska. We wanted to start fresh as much as possible, why drag older stuff that far.

Dad contracted for the '41 to be transported in an enclosed car hauler and would be stored in Seattle until we could have it delivered in Juneau. I said my goodbyes to the few I'd been close with, telling them we were moving to Scotland. We packed what clothing and other items we were taking, rented a truck, loaded it and were gone.

As soon as we were 25 miles away I asked, "Can I daddy?" He knew what I meant and nodded yes. Immediately I took the rings out of my purse, putting them on vowing to never go without them again. With our marriage certificate and other official documents in hand we were on the way to a new life. We drove until 7, stopping for the night, registering as husband and wife. Once we were checked in we walked a block down the street to a Perkins for some supper.

I insisted on sitting next to my husband in the booth. The waitress pointed out there'd be more room sitting across from each other. I stuck my hand out proclaiming we were newlyweds. That settled that.

Dad felt bad it wasn't much of a honeymoon dinner. I didn't mind, we would have a lifetime to enjoy supper together in less than a week. By the time we reached the room it was approaching 9 o'clock. I slipped into the bathroom first, exiting in panties and a cute yellow baby doll top. Daddy held me as we kissed and fondled.

"There isn't time to shower daddy, but go wash up, we need to make love."

My husband walked out of the bathroom naked with a full erection. When I saw it I squealed with delight, sliding my panties down and flopping on the bed, spread eagle. Daddy licked me to a quick orgasm and wasted no time climbing between my legs.

He told me that as much as he'd been between my legs the past two months, he still marveled at this beautiful young thing beneath him, ready to take every inch he had and still want more the next day.

In Seattle we contracted with a mover to put our belongings in a POD and deliver them in Juneau. After turning in the rental truck a cab delivered us to the airport for a late afternoon flight into Juneau. Dad had booked a hotel and rental car online, ready and waiting for us upon arrival. With the help of the GPS on my phone we found the place by 6. After check in it was a quick drive around the area, stopping at Luigi's for a baked pasta dish, which was very tasty. It was sleep, that night, lots of nights for fucking ahead.

Within three days we had found a reasonably priced suite to rent by the week, giving us a place to rest and sleep as we searched for an apartment. We finally settled on a town house near the university with a two car garage, owned by a military guy who was returning in 8 months, it worked out perfect for us. It was time to get me enrolled in college. Just as Kevin had predicted, everything went smooth as peanut butter. Closing on the business had gone slower than anticipated, which meant dad was going to have to return later than planned.

School had started, and it was already mid-September when dad had to leave. I thought I saw one of my professors going into a unit several doors down, thinking he must live there. I had mentioned to dad before he left that I thought the guy was kind of creepy and wished I wasn't in his class. Being safety minded, knowing he'd be gone at least a week, dad had security cameras installed at the front and back doors. Both having audio as well as video capability.

In class the professor pursued me cautiously, but made sure he rubbed against me, or made subtle innuendos as to my sex life. He had called me into his office and wanted to close the door, I said I was leaving, so he backed down. Because I was paranoid about him I had begun turning my digital recorder on any time he would speak to me. I had recorded him telling me I was probably not getting my needs met being married to an older man. I told him he was wrong and when I brought up him being married, he told me he and his wife had an open relationship.

While dad was gone the professor was at my door every night. I was able to see who it was and never opened the door. Upon dad's return he watched the video and contemplated how to handle it without affecting me. There was a get together that Saturday evening for that class, nothing fancy, drinks and finger foods at the professors.

During greetings dad couldn't help but notice the guy was ogling me, trying to schmooze and make conversation with me. I never left dad's side or let go of his arm. During the evening the profs wife made her way around the room. When she got to us, she wondered if we were Ed and Gail, the newlyweds, we concurred. She wished us well, I wanted to ask her one question.

"How do you two stay so much in love when you have an open marriage?"

"What are you talking about, open marriage?"

I played the recording for her, dad handed her a CD to look at, and see for herself that her husband was harassing me all the while he was gone. She walked directly to her husband proclaiming loudly, "Since when do we have an open marriage you cheating son of a bitch?"

Dad looked at me, "Shall we go dear?"

(In the days that followed several girls and women came forward after his infidelity was made known, he was terminated immediately for sexual harassment.)

We chuckled all the way to the car. We had bought a Honda Civic for me and Honda Pilot for dad. Both used a few years, both local trade-is and both low mileage. Not knowing what the winters would be like we thought at least one of our vehicles should be all wheel drive. By the time the guy we were renting from returned we had found a three bedroom, two car garage house not too far from campus and purchased it.