Daddy Love Pt 03

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Everybody fucking or being fucked in this fictional story is eighteen or older.

We first found Deanna our lovely red headed hymen intact virgin during her non-bachelorette bachelorette party getting face fucked and taking huge dicks in into her anal orifice, the dicks all belonging to her real daddy and four step daddies that her real mom had spirited to some clinic in Mexico and converted them to gorgeous shemales.

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Deanna's bizarro mother sent video's to Mike and Joni. Deanna knew that marrying Mike was a mistake, but losing Joni, caused her to ache. Deanna cuts her red hair off and dies it platinum. Imagine Mia Farrow the eighteen year old actor that married fifty year old Frank Sinatra and whacko Woodie pervert Allen, except she has a big bootie and world class boobies. Catcher78

Last time Deanna arrives at MIT and parks next to Running Hailey Bigs and her wife Dora: "I pulled into the lined parking right outside the Administration building, right next another Trooper, maybe a year older than mine, dark blue. I got out and walked behind to get my backpack that had my purse and student ID card.

The other car had a state of Washington plate on it and a Two Rivers High school sticker and Seattle Storm sticker. It was Hailey Biggs and her wife Dora Zelenski Seattle's Power couple. They were there in Poulsbo when Kimmy Erickson ran well a few weeks back.

I looked up and they were right there and Hailey was sporting a big baby bump.

They both looked at me and I said, "Love your car, "with a smile.

"You were in Poulsbo to watch Kimmie run. My auntie and her mom are close. I went to North and I'm in grad school to get MS in Math."

So they were anxious to leave and she looked so beautiful and fragile and her doting wife looked concerned.

I said, "Well congratulations and I can't wait until I fall in love like you two have. It's so incredible," and tears rolled down my face.

My hands were on my face and Hailey looked up at me and I've never felt someone that could see my soul, she's a total empath. Her face looked as if she was mother earth.

I walked around my car and into the nearest restroom in the admin building and found a stall and wept and prayed. "God please help me, let me help people, I've hurt so many people."

Okay, girl you can do this, I washed my face in the basin, getting the tears off my face mostly. There was coach Hayda and I said, "Hi Coach, I don't know if you remember, Deanna Benedict, I ran cross country my freshman year, hurt my quad."

"Hey Deanna, I remember what are you up to?"

"Grad school, mathematics MS and Doctorate, pretty excited actually."

"Didn't you have red hair?"

I nodded and looked down and took a deep breath, "Needed to start over and thought this was a good start."

She smiled at me with a kind face, like the mother I never had and said, "Welcome back, you've got all your eligibility still, why don't you come run with us? You always had that kick."

I pointed at my body and said, "Not exactly close to running shape, coach."

She said, "You're not a girl anymore, I'll get you there. Come by the office this afternoon about five, okay?"

I nodded, my face felt flush. She came up and gave me a hug. She had four or five kids and being a mom to her runners was why people came here. That and world class minds every which way you turned.

I got a dorm room, grad students didn't have to share. Smart people, brainiacs as Lina noted have quirks and kinks and don't mix well.

I had two classes an introduction to reasoning and the second was real analysis. Jeffrey King and Giada Franco, I was familiar with them from undergrad but it had been a spell.

I was on time to coach's office. There was another woman there in her office and we were introduced. She was really tall and thin, runway model thin and starkly gorgeous and wearing queer submissive jewelry and she had lavender hair. She and I were now a running pair and she being long in the program was there to build me up to being competitive as the six weeklong schedule led into the indoor cross country season. Her name was Kelly Long.

I noticed that she had a huge diamond ring and wedding ring and she was married.

Part of me said, whew as I would not break up another marriage and then I felt such a kindred pull towards her, I wanted to be a wife too. Her behavior said she was a happily married woman and contented. Oh well, once again I was in my head and so needy and projecting myself into a stranger's life. We were to start tomorrow afternoon mid afternoon with a two hour run of building intervals from nine minutes down to six minutes and then back out to the slower nines again.

I noted before that I was five foot seven and well she was six foot or even six foot one. She had a really long almost effortless stride. At first even at the nines I was a mess, tight in my quads and glutes and very inconsistent with my stride. I recalled something from my freshman coach, six years before about looking forward and centering my mind about where I was looking and my breathing and using some music to center the focus.

I have no idea where the song came from, somewhere deep in my head, but it was Laura Branigan the disco star with the huge voice and she was singing Gloria all of a sudden in my head and we were in the sixes and I lost awareness of her and I just took off and ran and my quads and glutes were like a precision engine going through the gears and I saw Coach Hayda waving at me to stop.

I did and I felt incredible. She was holding a stopwatch and said, "Where's Kelly?"

I turned around and she was coming around bend into the straight away and finished and was bent over at the waist."

Coach said, "What happened Kelly?"

She said, "We, we, were starting the sixes and she took off, I've not seen that, I'm sorry coach, I'll do better next time."

"You're fine. Deanna what happened."

"Do you remember Coach McCay, "I said, "She taught me this centering thing about my breath and stride and music, and somewhere in my head, the disco queen Laura Branigan started singing Gloria. My quads and glutes were really tight and my stride was screwed up and then everything was perfect, Kelly I'm sorry."

"Well you ran a 4:08 fifteen hundred meters. When was the last time you ran?"

"I have not run since I got hurt as a freshman, well no I did a beer run over in Poulsbo two years ago with some friends, five k, but that's it."

"Well it's a good thing, I'm going to see about the shape of the intervals for tomorrow's run. Could you come by after class tomorrow before your run?"

We both nodded and walked off together and Kelly said, "Deanna your shorts have ridden up and you're, umm, well it looks like you've got Daisy Dukes on and your butt is completely exposed."

I looked at her and she was blushing furiously. I said, "So Kelly do you want me to cover up or should I walk in front of you so you can see better?"

"Jesus, Deanna, I'm married, don't hit on me."

"Kelly I'm sorry, I was just having fun. I know you're a good woman. I lost my girl and I was thinking your're everything I want to be a good wife and maybe some day a mom. Please forgive me."

I started crying and ran away back to my dorm.

I opened up my laptop and created a Hotmail.com account with "a name Deanna Moss". I emailed that to Lina. The note said, Lina you know who this is I wish to change my name to this. I want to connection through marriage or her. She legally abandoned me and abrogated her rights as a mother. Please don't take it personally, you got rich and I have to build my life and I think that it's best if I disconnect from everyone in my false destructive life. D.

Moss was my great-great grandmother's name.

There was a beep and the new account had an incoming email. I opened it and the short message was, acknowledged, will start immediately, four to six weeks best guess.

L.

It was seven fifteen and I was hungry. I put on some pink boy shorts and lilac yoga pants and a pink sports bra and a really old MIT woman's track shirt cut off showing my tummy and some three inch red open toe pumps. I put on some very crimson lip plumper and smeared some on my cheeks for blush. I have lots of freckles and very white skin, and the contrast with the platinum hair looked super feminine queer, a submissive vibe with some big hoop earrings. I DID feel bad for flirting with Kelly, but it was really more that I was jealous! I wanted to be a good wife more than anything. I was technically still a virgin, after all.

I went into the cafeteria and went through the line. I got some broccoli and mustard greens and a chicken breast and a huge oatmeal raison cookie(they're so much better than chocolate chip cookies, people are so stupid) oh and some green tea cooler. I had a twenty dollar bill in my bra and reached into my bra coming up from the bottom of my tee shirt. I handed the bill to this Hispanic boy working as the cashier.

He ignored my proffered bill, his eyes staring at my chest and he muttered, "Sweet Jesus Madre de Dios."

"Can I pay please, " I asked, he looked up at my face and stared lovingly into my eyes."

He said, "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and you might be the most beautiful woman alive."

I looked at his name tag, it said Manuel Rodriguez.

I said, "Manuel you saw my pink bra, "He nodded, "and you see my lilac yoga pants?"

He nodded vigorously.

"Those colors suggest that I'm queer. Lesbian in a word. I fuck women, not boys. Thank you for the nice remarks, but could I pay for my dinner, please?"

He blushed furiously and looked down as he gave me my change and the receipt.

"Thank you Manuel, please don't be upset, I'm not mad at you, we could be friends, it's just not the way I am wired."

He looked up and smiled.

I carried my tray out into the seating area and there was Kelly waving me over to a table with four other women. Oh girl I thought what now as my heart started pounding and I felt this buzz below my belly button, Oh fuck my cunny could tell somebody wanted to fuck me.

"Deanna, meet your teammates!"

She introduced me to Esther this really tall black woman whose head was shaved. She had a completely smooth skull and a septum ring and very, very long nail extensions painted pink (was she submissive?), then it was Tina with very dark hair and another septum ring and bangs just above her eyebrows and pink lipstick, she had really big tits too (another submissive), I lost focus and don't remember much, but they all were married with gorgeous rings.

Tina said, "We'll protect you, honey don't worry."

I asked very softly, "Are you all married to the love of your life, a wife that cherishes you?"

They all nodded and smiled at me.

I started to cry and I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I'm not. I'm desperately lonely. It's all I think about is making my wife happy and being a good mom. Please don't protect me. I'm a virgin and I'm twenty three. I need a woman so bad, I ache."

I set the tray down and grabbed the cookie and ran away to my dorm. I've never felt so alone in my life. I was in my dorm and I was playing these old covers of Solomon Burke singing Everybody needs somebody to love.

There was a knock on my door and I stood up and walked over and opened and it was Esther, I opened it further and she came in and closed the door and locked it. She slowly turned to me and grabbed my face tenderly and pulled me into a kiss, her tongue dancing on my lips and my treacherous mouth opened up and she invaded my mouth an impossibly long and tender tongue made love to my mouth, so tender and so in charge, my body giving up the fight pressed itself into her, she smelled like the most exotic perfume and it was in my nostrils and I started moaning into her mouth and I flung my arms around her neck.

She pulled back and said, "You're mine baby girl. You know that, right?"

I shrugged and said, "I'm scared, but I know I love you and always will. I know you might tire of me, but let me be a good wife for you, so you will never look elsewhere."

"Girl what am I going to do with you," shaking her head at me.

I batted my eye lashes at her and said, "I hope it takes all night long."

Mostly it did, she brought me to an almost immediate orgasm with her tongue and fingers. She sat on my face and squirted all over my face. She had a strap on harness and she started with a six inch dildo and progressively increased to a nine inch very thick black dick. She had me on my knees for that one. Her feet were planted besides my hips and she gripped my shoulders and she violently fucked me, busting through my cervix into my womb and it really fucking hurt and there was a vibrator in the base against her clit and she kept on fucking me through several of her orgasms until shook free of her and slapped her as hard as I could.

"Get the fuck out of here. NOW GOD DAMN IT!!"

"Bitch, I'm married and you're a woman now. Men and women fuck people like you. Using them because you like and are a slut at heart. You're my slut piece now. I'll be back when I want you again."

I felt rage within my core. My hands were fists.

She had her hands up and said, "Don't make me hurt you little girl. Your mine."

I put my head down and rushed her slamming her into my door and I stomped her foot repeatedly and she was screaming at me to stop.

There was banging at my door. I opened it and there was campus police and they rushed in.

Esther said, "She hurt me help me!"

I pointed at my cunt and legs and said, "She raped me with that and wouldn't stop when I told her to stop. I'm hurt bad," blood was pouring from my cunt and was all over my legs.

One of the police spoke into her shoulder and said, "Blair Hall we need an aid car stat, bad injury."

Somewhere along there I lost consciousness. They had to do surgery and repair some tears to my uterus. They said I should be able to successfully have children. I thought that was a long, long time in the future. Women plan, Goddess laughs.

I was able to catch up in class and started running again. Esther had been expelled and accepted a plea bargain for three to five years. Women raping women was not as bad as men doing it seemingly.

I asked Coach if I might run on my own as Kelly was part of the wife's club. She said,

"You have to get as flexible as you might and I want you to do yoga with a trainer, okay?"

"Coach, I'm fine with that. Obviously your know that I'm queer and I've got this body. So whoever is my trainer tell them it will go bad for them if they try something with me. I just want to run and focus on school, okay?"

She came over and hugged me and I started crying and she patted me and said it would all be fine. She said, "I have this mother in law large cabin in our back yard, it's fifteen hundred square feet with a family room, bathroom and kitchen. Backyard is wrong it's a pasture and the cabin is a quarter mile away. Why don't you move in? $5 a month."

"Really?"

That night I packed up the Trooper and was moved in by nine o'clock. I settled in and chopped wood and ate right and got to come up for Sunday dinner with her husband and their five kids. Five year old twin girls to thirteen year old twin boys and the oldest a fifteen year old girl.

I was able to run in just one indoor meet and it was down the coast at the University of Virginia.

Cross country was now a six thousand meter run. There were several heats I had to run to make it to the finals. I barely made it into the finals.

There was this big time favorite from the University of Florida, very tall and beautiful woman, reserved. I had my hair trimmed to just beyond a buzz and it was now my natural red coming in. My name change had come in and I was officially Deanna Moss. Coach got all the changes implemented and I was introduced prior to each race as Deanna Moss. My great-great grandmother Elaine had red hair like mine.

The presumed winner's tactic was to attack and get a big lead. I wanted to stay close to her.

I had got bunched up most of the race, but as I started the last lap she was most of a straight away in front, and there was Laura Branigan and Gloria in my sweet stop and I attacked and with twenty five meters to go the PA announcer screamed here comes Deanna Moss! The Florida runner leaned into finish line her eyes wild at the sight of me lunging within inches of her.

The PA woman said it's a photo finish. We looked at each other and she said, "You don't look like a distance runner."

I said, "My coach says nobody kicks like me."

"She said, "I'll keep that in mind. You're queer aren't you?"

I nodded and said, "You?"

She nodded. We kept looking at each other and I turned my girls towards her and bit my lip. Her mouth opened up slightly, oh god she is so fucking gorgeous.

I stepped closer and whispered, "I'm yours if you want me."

The PA said, "It's Parker Welby at 18.55 and Deanna Moss in her second race ever at 18.57.

We embraced and she said, "Here, " and handed me a slip of paper. She kissed me on the cheek. Impulsively, I kissed her full on the lips.

We made ESPN and Jimmy Fallon that night.

Jimmy Fallon opening with the Roots rocking out, "Folks, Oh my God did you see ESPN tonight? (Croud murmurs) That was Parker Welby and Deanna Moss, both breaking the NCAA Women's record and then the kiss. My goodness.

Guess where Deanna Moss is from?! Poulsbo, Washington, clip of running Hailey Bigs and her wife Dora Zelensky of the Seattle Storm and Kimmy Erickson and Bonnie Kendrick hugging it out, comes back to Fallon and said, "It must be something in those long cold winters."

Coach and I spent the night and drove home the next morning. It was a ten hour ride in her Chevy Yukon. We had hit Starbucks and I got a drip with cream. And she was playing this classical music low on her stereo and I asked what it was. She said, "It's Aaron Copeland Appalachian Spring."

"I've never heard anything like that, makes me think of home and the camelia's blooming which says when spring comes."

Coach said, "What colors are camelias?"

"Mostly pink, but there are white ones, like at my great grandmother's place."

"What happened between you and Parker?"

I blew out a very deep exhale, "Coach we both knew it within seconds of staring into each other's eyes. I'm totally in love with her. Just talking to you about her makes me ache. We got together last night and mostly we held each other. I'm to spend the summer with her. We're going to compete in some events. Not against each other of course. Never again."

Coach said, "Do you want to go down to fifteen hundred or up to ten thousand?"

"I need to talk to her tonight before I make that kind of decision. Can we talk in the morning coach?"

End Daddy Love Part 3

Coming soon Part 4

Parker Proposes