"We’re being called up for six months to a year, depending on the success of the action. I’ll be home before you know it. In the meantime I have a proposal. Do you remember how the three of you have always said that you would find a house together when you all turned eighteen? Well, why not this house?"
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 work jobs nearby and save the money you would usually expend 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 great comfort in his mind, since Tessie would need the support and companionship through what he knew would be a trying time. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Good," he said, "That’s done then."
The arrangement seemed to have brought with it a small sense of relief to the company. As Dorrie and Naki were clearing and washing the dishes, Tessie walked up behind her father and rubbed the tenseness out of his shoulders. 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 month was a see-saw of emotions, as the three girls prepared to set up house together. Half the week, the reserves were called up to train and coordinate with regular troops, adjusting command structures to fit the needs of the field. Urban street fighting and commando actions were the priority in training. Jim would come home for the other half of the week, tired and exhausted, and the girls would leave off their housewarming chores, and concentrate on his comfort and pleasure. Every night, the four of them would nestle under the comforter of his king-size bed, enjoying the delights of the flesh, unashamed and uninhibited.
One would think that jealousies would arise, but they never did. Tessie was Jim’s daughter, and there was an undeniable bond of love that could never be challenged or broken. Tessie’s friends were welcomed to share in her bounty, and they did.
Did they ever!
Some evenings, Naki and Dorrie would reprise their roles as fluffers, working Jim’s sausage cock to a state 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 tongue lashings, until both father and daughter would cum in successive and violent orgasms that shook the bed frame.
Afterward, as father and daughter would lay exhausted upon each other, her friends would lick the excess of their lovemaking from his balls and her thighs.
Other times, all would play, as if in an endless dance of sexual arousal, changing partners and positions with each other, Jim lasting often two hours or more due to the frequency of his sexual encounters with the triad of naked 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 bedroom, Naki found a camera…an old, but pricey 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 pictures anymore?"
"I don’t know," he replied, "I haven’t found a reason to, I guess."
"Well," she continued, "you have us," pulling the camera out of a bag under the table, leaving him no choice but to use it.
He dusted off the relic from his past and smiled.
"Ok, then," he said with a glint in his eye, "Who’s first?
Naki and Dorrie ran like children, once more five-year old princesses, to find their prettiest outfits 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 left side were embroidered in pink and scarlet, beautiful roses. She was so excited to have her picture taken, she forgot to put on any panties beneath.
Dorrie tried on several outfits, not caring much for any, then went back into the master bedroom with nothing 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 strengths intimately. They were, of course, tickled pink to see the hardness of his cock in the course of the sessions, and periodically would stop to caress and lick it.
Tessie would peak 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 floor with a blush on her cheek, but shook her head and began to walk back to the kitchen.
"Wait," called her father, eyeing her intimately, "I would like to have some pictures of you to look at while I’m away."
He fixed his eyes on hers.
"Please?" he pleaded.
Tessie thought a moment, then smiled.
"I’ll be right back."
And back she came, in the burnt orange silk gown that flowed like henna-colored water over her breasts and down her torso, revealing the soft and rounded outline of her bottom to wondrous effect. On her shoulders she wore the amber angel wings. Add to the accoutrements the little waves of patina-copper, tightly curled hair ringlets that billowed carelessly over her ears and shoulders, and the combined effect 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 wall behind her was quickly cleared of all paraphernalia that might distract from the goddess-like quality she effused. Her father bathed the background in rusty neutral tones by placing sepia tinted gels over the lighting. Tessie stepped cautiously into the image and it was simply magic. No other 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 next hour.
He had placed a separate disc in his camera for each of the girls. When finished, he gave Naki and Dorrie their discs, but the pictures of Tessie he kept for himself, tucked into the pocket of his cammies.
"There," he said, smiling contentedly, "now you will be with me wherever I go."
*
The days were flying past, and time was running short. Every moment Tessie and her father could be together was like a moment stolen from eternity. The last three days of training were to be followed by a night to bid families and friends goodbye, and then boarding the transports the next morning that would carry the soldiers to a far away war.
Dinner on that final night before departure was a quiet affair. No one seemed to want to speak for fear that the conversation would lead to talk of the war, which no one wanted to contemplate. After dinner, Naki and Dorrie went to the kitchen to clean up the dinner dishes, 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 tears for fear that their last night 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 bathroom, where she adjusted the spigot to run a hot shower for the both of them. Stepping naked into the shower, there was a feeling that this was meant to be…all the love, sex, and intimacy their relationship had engendered over the past month had brought so much happiness, so much joy. She lathered his body from top to bottom, running her long slender fingers over the muscles of his abdomen, which had set themselves like granite against the weeks of constant training in the field. From his abs, she ran her fingers down to his penis, already erect and standing at attention, and lathered it for many minutes, not ever wanting to let it go.
"All of us want to say goodbye tonight," she whispered into his ear, "We’ve all grown quite fond of our friend and father. First, Dorrie wants to say goodbye, then Naki. Afterwards I will let you sleep by my side until you have your morning erection before dawn, then we will say our goodbyes…just the two of us."
"That would be nice," he said, trying himself to hold back tears, "I would like that very much. Why have I been so blessed by…"
His question was interrupted by a deep loving kiss. Then she guided her lips down his chest, abdomen, and through his bushy pubic hair, to engulf his cock in her warm and welcoming mouth, which she had to open wide to enclose its girth. They continued in that manner until the hot water gave way to lukewarm, then cold.
"Brrrr!" she said, as she rose to dry off. The cold had made her nipples erect and hard.
She led him into the master bedroom and laid him down on the king-size bed, where Dorrie and Naki were already burrowed into the warmth of the covers. Tessie then stole out of the room and sat down at the upright piano in the living room, where she began to caress the keys with her loving fingers, fingers which had shortly before caressed her naked father, transferring the feelings of those moments to the keyboard and to the music. The eroticism boiling over in the bedroom was answered by her pounding rhythms, combining the black and white keys into a consummation of rhythm and sexual timbre.
Over the weeks, the girls had each settled down to a favored position. Dorrie adopted a position suited to her nature, answering each pounding thrust with an equal and opposite rebound. On all fours, she would present her plump backside to his cock, which would penetrate her pussy from behind in an unremitting, thrusting play of push and counter-push. The pounding could be heard to accompany the hard and violent play of Tessie’s fingers upon the keyboard, interrupted only by a long drawn-out scream as each bid their farewell orgasms upon the other.
Tessie followed with a romantic and lush play of contrapuntal complexity as Naki, lying supinely on her back before him, opened her legs to their widest possible 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 pussy lips as his cock entered her passage. Naki, whose pussy was always the wettest during sexual play, accompanied his thrusts easily and submissively as he slipped in and out of her slick and creamy cunt walls.
Slowly, the music gathered force and complexity, the depth of the harmonies matching the depths of Jim’s penis, as he thrust it farther and deeper into Naki’s spread-eagled pussy, eventually feeling its pelting reverberations against her cervix 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 fingers into his back, as she could endure his thrusting cock no longer. A long suspended groan, emitted from the depths of her emotional and sexual being, and filling the house with its heightened elongated pitch, 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 cunt to overflowing.
Jim collapsed upon Naki, breathing hard from his exertions, and fell quietly asleep on her petite bosoms, forming black pillows to rest his black head upon. Tessie aided his exhausted passage to sleep, playing upon the piano an ever-softening lullaby, exhausting itself into pianissimo passages of extreme beauty and slow resolution. She slowly lowered the lid over the keys, and slipped into bed next to her sleeping 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 cleft in her buttocks. There was no music to accompany its engorgement, but then, Tessie always heard the music without aid of instruments, for music and rhythm were the soul of their lovemaking.
Slowly they roused themselves from their restful slumbers, as Tessie swayed, and absorbed his rising penis between the cheeks of her ass. Eventually, the dawn found the two lovers with father supinely welcoming his daughter’s kiss upon his tumescent cock, encouraging its hardness upon which she wished to sit.
Slowly she mounted him, sliding herself in tiny increments down his shaft, until it disappeared in its entirety within her ever tightening and slippery cunt, its condition alternating between the two. Tightening and sliding, slippery and tightening…the sensations firing the neurons in the father’s brain to the verge 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 sandy beach. Just to feel her father deep inside her made her feel like there were no obstacles to overcome, no hurdles she could not clear, and since she first began to take him inside her, the voices in her head ceased to complain and warn her of impending disasters. Yes, the shattering voices were quieted in the restful motion of their lovemaking, so soon to be interrupted by the winds of war.
But the only thoughts in the minds of these two were thoughts of love: father and daughter, male and female, eternal lovers forever bonded as one. Slowly with each thrust, she would bring her vagina forward toward his stomach, easing it back as she slid her moistened clitoris over his thick mound of pubic hair, tickling her to irreversible arousal, ending by thrusting her bottom outward and bringing the tip of his cock to the very edge of her labia, before repeating the ever-increasing crescendo of undulating pulsations that could only end in the ultimate climax of lovemaking.
Finally the sun rose and its light burst through the window of the bedroom, bathing Tessie in an iridescent halo of light. Her father looked upon her, realizing that he was making love on a different level from the others. Indeed he was enrapt in the vaginal ecstasy of an angel, her dark copper tresses shimmering over her shoulders, 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 long their bliss had lasted, nor how long it would last, but both knew they never wanted it to end. The elemental nature of their lovemaking seemed so right, so destined. They were the male and female elements of creation, coming together as one. No strictures of society could interpose and separate them in this primal act of copulation 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 womb. The muscles of both tensed and tightened until they simultaneously loosed upon each other the most intense and united orgasm either had ever experienced, she milking his penis of every last drop he had within him as her cunt tightened in a vise-like grip around his erupting cock.
When they had finished, they remained transfixed while periodic aftershocks shook each other and the bed, until finally the orgasm subsided into a peaceful euphoria. She kissed his forehead and kissed his cheek, then kissed his lips, feasting upon the sweetest ambrosia she had ever tasted.
They both closed their eyes and fell asleep for another hour of rest.
They would open their eyes to a world at war.
She kissed him at the terminal from which he boarded the transport to carry him half way around the world.
"Goodbye, Papa, I love you," were the last words she said to him.
And he was gone.
*
The weeks stretched into months. The girls never watched the news, never wanted to hear about the war. Tessie’s father seemed to be in the thick of it, as they sometimes would not hear from him for a week or two.
Then one day a car drove up to the house, and an officer came to the door.
*
Jim’s remains arrived and were interred a month later. They were accompanied by an officer in his command, who was assigned to escort Tessie to the funeral and burial. He bore upon his chest a Purple Heart and Medal of Valor.
Tessie, whose voices had ceased and whose shattering had been repaired by her love for her father, was once more cast piecemeal into a roiling vortex. She could not touch the piano or bring forth music from its cold ebony and ivory keys. She could hardly move from her bed.
Naki and Dorrie were devastated also, but realized they had to be strong for their friend.
There was a slight disturbance when the casket was carried to the graveside. Two of the pallbearers were familiar to Tessie and she had to do all she could not to panic. The forward pallbearers were two of the three who had attempted to rape her in that alley years ago, in another lifetime it felt. Both were wearing Purple Hearts and Medals of Valor, and upon closer inspection, she seemed to accept the fact that they were not really the same two who had held a knife and humped her shoulder that night 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 words she said to him.
*
A year has passed and Tessie sits in church with Dorrie’s family. Father Timothy, in his prayers from the pulpit, thanked the Lord for bringing many troops home, in an overall reduction of forces in the war. Tessie couldn’t concentrate on the prayer, for her father had already come home. Unnoticed by her, there was an officer standing in the back 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 shadows of an apse, intercepting Tessie’s progress.
"Miss Smith," he intervened, "I was your father’s second in command, and I’ve been wishing to speak 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 previous appointment. May I call upon you tonight?"
"Appointment? Nah!" Dorrie said, eyeing the (rather handsome) officer, paying particular attention to the name sewn above his left pocket, "We see her all the time, uh…Mr. Brennan," noticing it was Irish. 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 tables where they could sit and talk. Tessie was clearly uncomfortable around strange men. She always had been since the incident in the alley nearby, but she tried her best not to show it. The officer, noticing her discomfort, tried his best to put her at her ease. He was a young man, red hair, just slightly taller than Tessie.
"Can I get you something, Miss Smith, perhaps a sandwich or salad?"
"Oh, no thank you, Mr. Brennan, I’ll just have some hot tea."
"Please, call me David," he said, trying to break the ice a bit.
"Tessie," she countered.
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 death. 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 home, future plans, dreams, and so on. I tried to keep 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 best I ever knew. He was a natural leader, earning the undying 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 back was turned," she interrupted, "Come 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 nickname," 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 company on a cleaning up operation and were returning to the base when our Humvee was attacked. It had hit an IED planted in the road and turned over, severely wounding your father. There were four of us, all with nicknames your father had given us, and a stranger group of men you couldn’t find. Let me see, there was Dumpster, myself (who he called Red), Humper, and Jack-knife. We knew we had to get your father to safety and we had to make 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 sides. Humper, Jack-knife and Dumpster ran forward first, to establish an advance position and to provide covering fire. I followed shortly after, with your father in tow. All of us suffered wounds from the gunfire all around us. I was hit in the shoulder, side, and thigh. I fell with your father into some ruts in the road, two-thirds of the way to the established position of the other three. It looked and felt hopeless, until Dumpster ran into the line of fire, providing a covering barrage that allowed us to achieve a more secure and survivable position."
David at that point faltered in his narrative. Tessie understood why.
"If it wasn’t for Dumpster’s sacrifice, your father and I would have never made it out of there alive."
A long moment of thoughtful silence ensued while Tessie took in what had happened. The leader of the gang, that had attacked her so many years ago, gave his life that her father might come home to her.
"Dumpster," she mused, "Leave it to my father to come up with a name like that."
"We were all dedicated to your father and would have gone to the 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 reinforcements could turn 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 father for all he did, training us to survive such situations and going on. He was more than just a commanding officer, he molded us into a band of brothers, that is, men who would contribute, as opposed to being destructive, to this world.
"I just wanted you to know that."
Another long silence ensued. Neither knew what to say, Tessie still not over her grief for the loss of her father and the only man she had ever loved, David wanting to drive away her grief and see her smile once again. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small item which he laid on the table.
Tessie raised her eyes, and her breathing seemed to cease as she stared open-mouthed at what she saw. There on the table before her was a small memory disc from a first generation digital camera, rarely seen any more. Of all the things she expected to come out of this interview, this was the least expected. She didn’t know what to say, as her face began to take 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 condemn it."
"Did you view its contents?" she asked, feeling naked in his gaze.
Now it was David’s turn to blush.
"Yes," he replied, "but only because your father asked me to. And he asked me also to look in on you periodically, to see how you were doing."
Tessie’s anger began to grow.
"Well, Mr. Brennan, you’ve had your titillating show 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 leave, but David, with a panicked expression on his face, intervened.
"Please, Miss Smith, I’m sorry if anything I have done has offended you. It was not intentional. In fact, only one picture on the whole disc can I remember. It was a pose in which you stared intently downward, clutching an orange gown to your breasts, with a pair of amber angel 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 angel, and I kept you in a pocket next to my heart, knowing that you would be my guardian, and that I would return in one piece from this war, which I have. Please, I meant no offense."
Tessie slowly settled back into her chair at the table, remembering how she had carried her mother’s picture through life; her guardian angel, who had protected her through every trial. She understood.
"Please," she whispered, breaking a long silence, "call me Tessie."
*
A year later, Tessie walks radiantly, arm in arm with David, from the church, 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 military uniform, complete with his Purple Heart and Medal of Valor. His best man was Corporal Robert Denham, whom Tessie’s father had nicknamed Humper, and Private First Class Joseph White, whom her father had nicknamed Jack-knife. Denham was heavy set with a suave air about him. He led Dorrie, Tessie’s maid of honor, down the aisle. White was tall 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 choices in our lives that result in either hardship, or blessings, for those who come after. We cannot fathom, 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 night. When you’re bad, your guardian angel sits in the corner and cries, but when you’re good, she sits there and smiles so proudly, it makes you want to be good all the time.
Thus is the story told of Tessie, who stood triumphant over her shattering fears, through the help of her friends, her father, and her guardian angel, who never failed her in her times of need.
THE END.
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