Author's Note: Please be warned that this chapter includes smut and behaviour that should be seen as indecent and salacious, including words or insinuations of a very dubious, unseemly or suggestive nature – oh, yeah!
March 5th, 2016
Saturday
It was about six weeks since the puppies were born and the training had begun.
We were also able to identify the pecking order in the 'nest'. Kiara, my bitch, appeared to be the leader, followed by Razor – Stephanie's dog. The runt of the litter appeared to be Piper, but not by much. All seven pups were firm friends and while they would play fight and there were regular yelps of pain, they would never hurt each other. Each animal had begun the bonding with their owner and their siblings early on and they all knew who they belonged to. They also accepted everybody else and knew who was part of their family and who was not.
We had also worked out their vigilante names.
Kiara was Loki, Hope was Dart, Josie was Kes, Layla was Ardent, Piper was Siren, Hercules was Sampson and Razor was Blade. The pups were encouraged to wear a mask, just as their mother did – that bit was relatively easy; when the pups saw their mother wearing her armoured mask, they followed suit. It took a while for them to get comfortable with the mask in place and to stop chewing each other's mask, but we got there – eventually!
I had to admit it was a lot of fun training the pups and everybody was taking part – even grumpy Marcus. We had also begun to expose the young pups to the outside world, other animals and the noises associated with the real world. They learnt to ride in the back of an SUV too, without too much travel sickness. We acclimatised them to sharp bangs and firecrackers long before we would start moving onto blanks and then real bullets.
Sophia herself was proving to be a hard task master and she often told the pups off with a simple growl, a bark, or a sharp swat with a paw. Once or twice she had waded into a play fight to break things up and all of the pups respected their mother and they never 'spoke' back. They all knew the meaning of 'NO' and 'GOOD' plus the consequences associated with misbehaving. The pups were 'kids', so they did misbehave, just as human kids did – so they also got punished for misbehaving.
There was also much fun with toilet training them!
That afternoon
Glenview
"Hi, kids!"
Dave, Danny and I had just returned from walking seven pups and their mother – what a task! It was like trying to heard cats – each pup constantly found something 'exciting' to go and look at, usually in the opposite direction of the others... At least once a giggling Danny had been overrun by excited canine's that tried to lick him to death and he had to be rescued by Sophia who would wade in and seize each pup by the scruff of the neck.
"Hi, Mom..." Anne-Marie replied.
I noticed that she was grinning fit to burst.
"You got something to say?" I enquired.
"Steph owes her jar twelve bucks..."
Stephanie glared at her traitorous younger sister before she strode forwards and then whispered something into Anne-Marie's ear.
"Better make that sixteen bucks!" Anne-Marie added, her eyes wide in shock as her big sister blushed and scowled.
"Can I write an IOU?"
"You just got your weekly allowance of nine dollars, plus a ten-dollar bonus – so you should have plenty."
"But, I wanted to..."
"Well, you'll just have to manage with the remaining three dollars..."
Anne-Marie was smirking and the cruel streak in her actually enjoyed seeing her sister get into trouble. Stephanie had noticed and she turned on her sister.
"You're a dirty little rat!" She growled.
"Mom!"
"What?" I asked innocently – Anne-Marie was not the only one with a cruel streak. "She never swore and she's actually perfectly accurate – to be honest, and fair – I think that Steph should pay the original twelve and you, should pay the remaining four!"
"WHAT?"
"Yeah, tell-tale-tit!" Stephanie laughed.
That evening
The Home of Abigail Hunt
It had to happen sometime.
When I had arrived home that afternoon, after school, I had found Mom looking really pissed and by 'pissed', I mean 'grounded for life' type pissed... It only took seconds to figure out why as I cast my eyes across the kitchen side. On the kitchen side were three very incriminating items: a custom Glock 19 Gen4 pistol in nine-millimetre, a six-inch carbon-fibre knife . . . and a mask... Mom had obviously been searching!
"I can explain everything..." I tried.
"Abigail Elizabeth Hunt, you are in big trouble – what can you possibly say that can explain these items?"
The truth was always the best...
"I'm a secret vigilante and I work for Fusion..."
Mom cut me off.
"Fusion – as in Kick-Ass and Hit Girl?" Mom laughed derisively. "Pull the other one; it's got bells on!"
"Honest – I go by 'Hal' – that's my identity with Fusion. I promise you – all that time you thought I was with friends; I've been supporting Fusion in their activities. I wasn't in New York, last year – I was in Gotham and I... I killed for the first time."
Mom studied my expression and I had a thought that she was beginning to believe me...
"Not buying it – I think I'm going to have to hand these into the Police..."
"No!" I almost screamed. "I'll call the Police..."
..._...
A very long and uncomfortable thirty-five minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Mom went to open it.
"Evening, ma'am – Sergeants Fellowes and Murphy – could you show us what you say that you found in your daughter's bedroom?"
Mom showed them the pistol, knife and mask.
"I see... Could you and your daughter come with us, please?"
..._...
Mom seemed worried, but I was not – obviously. Paul scooped up the offending items with a wink in my direction. I smiled as we were both led out of the house and then into a waiting unmarked SUV.
Forty minutes later, we turned into Safehouse D.
"Where are we? What is this?"
Mom was panicking as we drove through the doors into the darkness and then the doors closed behind us and the lights came on.
"Oh my God!" Mom exclaimed as Titan, Iron Hide and Hound came into view, closely followed by Hit Girl, Shadow and Medic.
..._...
"It's safe Mom," I promise.
"Good evening . . . Hal!" Hit Girl growled in a tone that showed she was not angry.
That was a relief, to say the least; I had expected Mindy to be really pissed.
"Hi, Mrs Hunt!" Shadow said cheerfully – she was not using her voice modulator.
Mom's expression changed to major confusion.
"Chloe?" Mom enquired – Mom had known Chloe ever since we had first met, over two years before.
Shadow removed her mask.
"Yes, it's Chloe!" Chloe replied with a smile.
"Does your mother know, Chloe?"
"Yes, Vera – she does..."
Mom was completely stunned as Cathy pulled off her own mask. She was followed by Hit Girl reaching up and removing her own mask. I turned to see Paul and Sam smirking as Mindy came into view.
"Mindy Lizewski, is Hit Girl?"
"Yes, Mrs Hunt, and your daughter is my tech wizard; she goes by the name: Hal."
"My... My daughter is a vigilante?"
"Yes, your daughter is a very brave and talented vigilante."
"How long?"
"Over two years, Mom..."
"Ever since she rumbled me..." Chloe admitted with an embarrassed grin.
Mindy walked over and she put her arm around my shoulders. I felt tense and a little ashamed.
"Don't worry about it, Abby, it had to happen one day; to be honest I'm surprised that it took this long – besides, we vetted your Mom a long time ago..."
The Home of Abigail Hunt
I was feeling decidedly uncomfortable as we returned home.
"You have some good friends, honey."
"Yes, Mom, I do."
"You say that you've killed..."
"Two men, in Gotham – we had to bail out of our Command Van; they had destroyed the rear axle. I scrambled out of the escape hatch in the roof and jumped down to the ground. Two men came around Lucille; I dropped them both with a double-tap to each chest..."
"Lucille?"
"That was our Command Van – before we destroyed her..."
"I'm proud of you, honey. You Chicago Vigilantes are all heroes and you do so much good in this city."
I felt myself blushing furiously.
"Thanks, Mom."
The following evening
Sunday
Glenview
The living room
We had the house to ourselves.
Marcus had picked up the three kids earlier that afternoon – brave soul that he was! We had a lot planned; just for the two of us...
"Are you ready for me, Dave?"
Her tone was silky and seductive, so I turned to look and I couldn't say anything as Mindy leant tantalisingly against the door frame. Every ounce of blood flowed south and within seconds, I was ready for launch. She was dressed in just a white cotton shirt, one of mine, and nothing else – I could see everything through the soft cotton. She walked over to the fireplace then stood and looked out of the windows. I went over to my wife, stood behind her and began running my hands up her silky soft thighs.
As my hands moved up to her waist, the shirt moved upwards as Mindy pushed back against me, rubbing her soft, curved buttocks into my very hard, straight... The buttons came undone and the shirt existed only around her neck as I gently kissed my way across her left shoulder blade and over to her neck. Her nipples were hard, pointy and her breathing was growing laboured as she savoured every touch on her sensitive and perfect skin.
I continued to kiss her neck as my hands wandered from around her thighs to her waist and then across her stomach and down through her soft, but thick, pubic hair. I was in my own world, one where only me and Mindy existed – the whole house could have exploded around us and we would never have noticed...
Mindy's curves and her skin felt like an aphrodisiac beneath my fingers. I was playing her like a musical instrument; each touch of a finger elicited a groan, or a whisper, or just increased breathing. I enjoyed the sweet smell of her soft blonde hair as it moved across my face. She turned her head to the left, to kiss me, as my hands moved up to her small, but firm breasts with their very sensitive nipples that caused Mindy to gasp as my fingers gently toyed with the tips in passing.
Her full lips touched mine and they felt charged with electricity as I kissed my wife back, enjoying the sweet taste of her as she melted into me. Her eyes were closed as she sank into the nether world of erogenous stimulation as I gently caressed every erogenous zone I could get my hands on – the external ones at any rate...
The kitchen
"Oh, fuck me – they're fucking at it, literally!"
"Oh, my...!" Chloe acknowledged her hand over her mouth.
We had come over to say hello, knowing that the kids were elsewhere. Despite us being overt nymphomaniacs, it had never actually occurred to us that Dave and Mindy might be... Dave was caressing Mindy who was all but naked in the living room. They both seemed oblivious to us as we stood in the kitchen unable to draw our eyes away from the scene before us. Then I saw Mindy turn toward us so we both dived flat on the floor, but we still stared into the living room. The lights were off in both rooms but there was minor lighting from the library above the living room and it spilled over and down into the living room where it illuminated Mindy's pale skin.
I had never witnessed anybody behaving like Dave and Mindy were. The love emanating between them was obvious and it was also intoxicating. I crawled over to Chloe; she was lying on her stomach, gazing intently at the goings on in the living room. Chloe was wearing joggers which I seized around the waist and yanked down to her ankles. She giggled as her slightly damp knickers quickly joined the trousers – she kicked them and her trainers off as I ran my hands up her long legs to her waist.
Chloe's thighs were strong and muscular, thanks to her training and I loved them. Her backside was just as strong and I ran my hands over and then around her waist, she willingly lifted her pelvic region so that I could run the tips of my fingers through her soft pubic hair. I quickly wriggled out of my trousers and underwear, rolling Chloe onto her back and pushing her top further up her chest. I roughly pushed Chloe's bra upwards so her compact breasts became available and I teased the two very prominent nipples causing my girlfriend to giggle and her breathing to catch and increase at each touch.
I became oblivious to everything around me as I caressed Chloe's perfect body.
The living room
Finally, she turned to me and wrapped her hands around my neck, her tantalisingly beautiful body, naked but for the loose shirt; she kissed me and I kissed her back, her right leg rose up my body and I seized hold of it, pulling her in close, feeling the warmth emanating from her crotch as if I was leaning against a fiery furnace.
Damn, if I wasn't feeling the heat building up in my groin – I pushed Mindy backwards and I kicked off my shoes as Mindy attacked my belt with barely concealed gusto, quickly followed by my trousers and then my shorts. Her soft skin against my aching cock felt like heaven as we continued to kiss. The wetness that I could feel told me that she was very ready for what was to come next.
..._...
We moved out of the living room and into the foyer and by the time we had reached the curved staircase, we were both completely naked. I loved the touch of Mindy's hardened nipples on my chest as I rubbed up against her. She was moaning each time I touched a sensitive area and I could tell that she was getting desperate.
"Oh, God . . . I need you . . . fucking fuck me!"
Mindy pulled me backwards – you can guess with what – then she lay back on the fourth step up and I lowered myself onto her and then moved inside my wife. She was hot, in every possible way; a nuclear explosion could have been no hotter. I felt her warmth and her moisture as I pushed in deeply; I felt her opening for me and she groaned loudly as I slid inside as smoothly as a .50-calibre round slid into a Browning's well-oiled breech . . . damn, I was starting to think like Mindy!
I was locked and loaded, so I thrust and thrust, oblivious to everything going on around me.
The foyer
The stairs kind of dug into my butt, but I did not care as bolt after bolt of sensation coursed through my body every time that my husband thrust himself inside me, touching every erogenous point as he went.
I had never felt anything like it. I felt loved – oh, my God, I felt loved. My body tingled all over and I loved it. His hands moved gently, but firmly and purposefully, over my very sensitive nipples which caused my breath to hitch each time they were touched and I struggled to breathe as my clit was trapped between our pelvic bones which caused an unending burst of sheer unbearable ecstasy.
I screamed and I screamed. The rush made all my senses hyper-active; around me I heard noises – I could hear Sophia barking and I could have sworn that I could hear another scream – maybe it was just me? Who gave a fucking shit... My legs locked as the orgasm came full force and I continued to scream through the overpowering surge of sheer exhilaration as Dave filled me up with his searing fluid.
..._...
I whimpered as Dave pulled out of me and I felt unbelievably empty all of a sudden. Dave was panting as he fell back against the wall. We both lay there for several minutes before I finally thought that I was able to move.
"I need a fucking drink..." I growled and struggled to my feet.
I felt Dave's strong arms pulling me up and I felt a little weird and unsteady, but I wrapped an arm around Dave and he supported me as we made our way back into the living room and on towards the kitchen.
"What the fuck?"
There were clothes scattered on the floor around the arch from the living room. I recognised the knickers – Chloe! I hit the light switch and saw two pairs of legs vanish behind the kitchen counter.
"Come out!" I growled.
Chloe and Joshua stood up and I saw that they were both very naked, as were we.
"Sorry," Chloe began. "We came over to see you guys and well, you seemed busy, so we..."
I laughed.
"Did you have fun?" I asked.
"Fuck, yeah!" Chloe giggled.
"Well, that's all that matters..." I replied and grabbed some towels from a pile by the door to the swimming pool.
We sat in the kitchen and enjoyed a coffee.
Mindy and Dave showed no embarrassment whatsoever at having been seen fucking by us. We were friends and that was all that mattered.
"You ready for more?" I teased Josh.
"I don't know..." Josh replied as he finished his coffee.
I do not know what came over me, but I stood up and dropped my towel.
"Does this help...?"
Josh's eyes told me that it did help! Then Mindy shocked me...
"What about you, got any of that hot Kick-Ass juice left?"
Dave's eyes went wide as his wife dropped her own towel. Dave and Josh exchanged a look and both just shrugged before dropping their own towels – both were very, very ready for more...