I felt all the blood drain out of my face and I couldn't seem to look away from the man's coal black eyes. His voice was accented slightly and my addled brain seemed to be trying to sort out what the accent was. I was afraid to move, and was vaguely aware of Darcy's breathing increasing, probably in fear. He kept his eyes locked on mine and without hesitation continued pulling the t-shirt upward. I could feel Darcy trembling on my lap, but couldn't seem to break his hold over me, to even reassure her. Before I knew it, her t-shirt lay crumpled on the porch at his feet. He gave me a grim smile, and continuing to hold my gaze, he reached up and caressed lovely Darcy's firm breasts. I heard her whimper again as he touched her. He reached out one hand and caught mine, pulling it to her breast as well, and urged me to caress her. Unthinkingly, I did so, a part of my mind trying to understand why I was doing this and the rest of my mind focused on just how damned erotic the situation was, with Darcy there at our mercy and Justin still asleep upstairs, completely unaware of the circumstances.
"Please, dear lady, don't stop on my account. I was so enjoying the show you were putting on, I had to come and join."
British, my mind rambled. That's a British accent.
"You are quite lovely, my dear," he said to Darcy. "So fresh and beautiful. I'm not surprised that your mum couldn't resist your sweetness."
At last, I found my voice. "She's not. . .that is, well, she's not my daughter." What a stupid thing to say, I thought. Why am I not telling him to remove his hands from her and getting her in the house. If I was honest with myself, it was because I was becoming aroused by the situation more and more by the moment. Darcy really wasn't protesting, as apparently the touching felt too good.
"Ah, I see. Well, no matter. I find that I must taste this lovely morsel." He pulled Darcy backwards a bit, exposing her chest and then leaned in, brushing her nipple with a feather light touch. I felt her pussy explode against me, and she writhed, crying out in her orgasm. At that, he began to suckle her in earnest and wickedly, I found myself joining in, sucking her other nipple. The stranger and I supped on Darcy for quite some time, the cool fresh morning air kissing our faces, and we brought her to climax several times. I was so horny, I scarcely knew what to do. I wanted to be taken. I found myself wondering how this man would compare to Justin. When he lifted his head from Darcy's breast, I lifted mine at the same time. He gave me the same grim smile, and I got a good look at him.
The stranger was handsome in a rugged sort of way, a slight scar running through his right eyebrow. As I looked downward, I noticed two things. One, that the tent at his crotch looked fairly impressive and two, that he was dressed as a park ranger. My blood froze in my veins, and his eyes crinkled slightly at the corners.
"Ladies, I believe we need to step inside." He was courteous, but firm. Darcy scrambled off my lap and grabbed her t-shirt, scooting through the door. He gave her bottom a quick pat as she passed by. I followed, feeling ill. He closed the door gently behind him, and gestured toward the sofa. Once we were seated, he stood there before us, his fingertips caressing his hard cock through his tan pants.
"Well, this is quite the interesting situation we have here. I find it difficult to believe this isn't your daughter, and that makes what you were just doing a crime, you know."
"Please, officer, she truly isn't my daughter. I love her as if she were, but. . ." He held up a hand to stop me.
"I'm afraid that I can't take your word for it, dear lady. We have a situation that needs fixing here. Do either of you have any idea how we might fix this terrible problem?" His face was expressionless as he glanced from one to the other of us, waiting. As bad as this could turn out to be, I found myself becoming aroused again. This stranger had total power over both of us at the moment, and he could choose to make our lives miserable or to let us go. I knew what he wanted and so did Darcy. I also knew what I needed.
"Officer, I'm certain we can work something out. . ." I made my voice cajoling, glancing at his crotch and licking my lips.
"Oh, you think we can, do you? Just what are you proposing, woman?"