I felt like that blind man at times, trying to make sense of the world I found myself cast into, wondering if I was imagining a life or was my world based on a reality. Maybe a sage or a poem would frame my condition:

Two highways lay before me,

Which one would I take?

On the left lay the high road,

To the right a stranger way.

Which one would bring me happiness?

Which one would spell my fate?

Did I have the courage to venture?

Outside my gardens gate,

Or be content to stay away from wander,

Safe before my hearth's fire and warmth.

That was my conundrum, the choices to make between two paths. One felt safe and secure, isolated and alone, drowning in my own personal vintage of sorrow, content to wither and die. The other - the higher road - was fraught with danger but yet alive, vivid with the things of life but also subject to the despair of failure. To never venture forth and always remain safe or to roam with my heart beating wildly in my chest, my libido once again bounding across the waves of the sea, Mr. Peckerhead at my side, his sword drawn and aloft, looking for the next vessel to plunder and booty to rob.

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The fourteen-year old French girl was as beautiful as she was sexy. She climbed onto the bed and let the bath towel drop off her shoulders, her miniature upthrust young breasts taunt and her nipples erect. I looked at the conclave curve of her belly, the soft skin lightly crowned with the slight frosting of blonde fuzz, the navel ensconced with a silver ring. I stepped closer until my body was right against her body, my hand gliding down over her shoulder, sliding down over the shower damp flesh feeling the warmth and smoothness there.

She closed her eyes at the feel of the masculine touch, shivering as I passed over the upper swell of tit meat and slid down to the strawberry colored nipple. Her breath caught, as I squeezed, none too gently, informing her I was not going to be a gentle lover. My rigid cock was sticking out in front of me, sticking out like a sword,

"Open your eyes," I said, "and open your mouth, God damn you!"

As I said this, I slapped the burning tool across her face. Instantly, she opened her eyes. Her eyes went wide at the length and breath of me staring her right in the face. I thought this might be the largest cock she had seen from her reaction.

She put both her hands to my cock and enclosed it in her grasp, holding its hardness hard in those small fists. Then she moved her delicate lips along the long thick spear and let her small white teeth sink gently into it as she cupped the crown of my cock in her left hand, the palm growing sticky from the seminal fluid leaking there. First her teeth, then her tongue, caressed its entire length, biting a little and tickling, biting and licking. And then she put the red inflamed tip into her mouth and sucked at it and sucked at it while her innocent gray eyes roved up to the broadness of my bare chest and from there, still with innocence, to her sister who was watching her older sister closely now having finished with the blonde woman's ample tits.

I jerked my cock from her mouth, brushing her hands off me and twisting cruelly at a hank of her fine blonde hair turning her now pale face up to me.

"You want me to fuck the kid, don't you?" I growled at her jerking my head over my shoulder at the younger sister.

"No, not at all Monsieur, she is much too young," she stammered but I could read the lie in her eyes. She was excited at the prospect of my large cock deflowering her kid sister right here with her present and I bet she was weeping between her legs. The only confusion in her mind was whether she wanted to sacrifice her own hot cunt to my big dick to see her younger sister violated. Her tongue reached out and swiped at those full red juvenile lips, the wetness reminding me of drops of cum clinging, hanging, dripping.

I jerked her to her feet off the bed, my rigid cock poking her in the side right below those awesome tits of hers.

"We'll talk about that later, now take his pants off," I said pointing to my partner in crime. His face blanched white at what I was suggesting, growing pale at the thoughts of the schoolgirl's red lips on his evidently erect cock.

"Palladin, no." There went any masquerade about hiding my true identity. Fuck it, I was tired of playing that cared anyway. "I can't, it's not right."

I ignored him, pulling the girl to him and pushing her to her knees. She didn't resist, apparently enjoying this pseudo-rape sequence and I glanced at Natalie who winked at me and began to fondle the smaller girl's body, kissing her on the side of the neck and her ear.

Marion pulled his trousers off and sat at his feet waiting expectantly.

"Now the shoes and socks. Hurry up, quit fucking around or I'll whip you with my belt. You'd like that, wouldn't you slut?"

"No," she said, her voice trembling but she wasn't very convincing. I think a beating was just up her alley.

"Now, suck and kiss his feet and toes." ......(cont)