Author’s Note: This is a serial novel. It mixes actual experiences, fantasies, and outright lunacy. It is not a quick lurk-and-jerk. I believe in a slow build, in order to have a better payoff at the end. (Like Sting, I’m Tantric…). I plan to release a new chapter every week. Hopefully the response will be good! Enjoy.
Naruto, Ino, Shino, and Ibiki were waiting for the boat to arrive that would take them back to the Leaf Village. Kyuubi, in her kit form, was asleep in his backpack. They had been sent to Sea Country to eliminate a sea monster that had been attacking and looting ships as they transported their goods. Anko had wanted to go along with them, since she knew the area, but Tsunade had denied her request since she was three months pregnant. So Ibiki was sent in her place.
The mission had been one surprise after another. First they ran into Kabuto’s teammates from the chunin exam. Then Naruto was rescued from drowning but a girl who was said to have been spirited away, Isaribi. However, Isaribi had really been taken by a scientist named Amachi and had her body manipulated. She was really the sea monster that had been attacking the ships in order to get Amachi to return her to her original body. In the end, after Naruto had knocked some sense into her and Amachi had been captured, he admitted that he had been lying to her and that there was no cure.
Now the mission was over. Ibiki had offered Isaribi to come along with them and see if Tsunade could do anything to help out. Isaribi didn’t seem so sure until Naruto mentioned that she was one of the best med-nins in the world. She then quickly said yes and then went to get her things. So here they were, waiting for her.
“She’s late,” said Ibiki. He then turned and looked at Naruto. “Uzumaki, go get her. The boat will be arriving soon and it will leave two hours later.” Naruto nodded and began to run in the direction of the hut where Isaribi lived.
“Wait I’ll go with you,” called out Ino. However, Ibiki grabbed her shoulder and held her back.
“It only takes one to get someone else,” said Ibiki.
Ino pouted a bit and crossed her arms. She had been so happy that she was the only one of the girls who was going with Naruto. This meant more sex for her without having to share. Having Sasame around meant she had to wait an extra day for her fair share! There was one snag with Ino’s plan, the other two in their team. Ibiki watched them like a hawk and Shino could use his bugs to detect scents. Several times he mentioned that her pheromone levels had increased meaning that she was horny. Damn right she was, but she couldn’t say that to him while on a mission. Now, all she could do was hope to get some action while they were on the ship.
—
Isaribi was sitting on a rock in the water in front of her hut. Her black hair was tied up into two bands on each side of her face. She wore a blue shirt and shorts on top of her bandages. Her feet were in the water as she savored the feel of the waves one last time before she left. She had always loved the water ever since she was a little girl. Even though so many bad things had happened here, she would miss the sea.
“Hey Isaribi-neechan,” called Naruto’s voice. Isaribi was snapped out of her thoughts and saw Naruto running towards her. Once he was close, he set down his backpack and walked on top of the water over to her. Once he was next to her he sat down and gave her his famous foxy smile that caused her to blush. “Are you ready?”
“H-Hai,” she answered.
“Great,” said Naruto as he started to get up. But he was pulled back down as Isaribi grabbed his sleeve. He looked at her and she looked away.
“Ah Naruto-kun,” she said quietly. “Do we have to leave right this minute?”
“No,” replied Naruto.
“Then could you just sit next to me for a while?” she asked.
“I guess so,” said Naruto. “Ibiki-sensei said that we had about another two hours.”
“That’s good,” said Isaribi as she leaned onto his shoulder. They sat like this for about another fifteen minutes. During that time, neither one said a thing. Then Isaribi spoke. “Thank you Naruto-kun.”
“For what?” asked Naruto. “You saved my life twice. I should be thanking you.”
“Trust me,” said Isaribi as a tear rolled down her check. “You saved more than just my life. You saved my soul. I was doing such horrible things to become human again. I knew it was wrong, but I didn’t care. If I had never met you then I would have become a monster on the inside as well as the out. Amachi was poisoning my soul and you helped cure me.”
“Well,” said an embarrassed Naruto. “After what he did to you, me punching him in the face was getting off light.”
“You only know half of it,” she said quietly. “You see, he was also raping me. Both before and after he mutated my body. He said that if I didn’t do it with him then he wouldn’t cure me.” Suddenly, she felt both of Naruto’s arms around her in a tight hug. She turned her head to look at him and then her lips met his. The feeling was like lightning as bolts of pleasure flooded her system. Then Naruto pulled back causing Isaribi to moan in disappointment.
“I’m so sorry,” said Naruto.
“About what?” asked Isaribi. “You’ve done nothing wrong. You were the first person to see me as a human even with this ugly body. Anyone else would have tried to kill me when they saw my transformed body. But, you still saw me.”
“I’m still sorry,” said Naruto as he cupped her cheek. “You had to endure so much all alone. I just wish there was something I could…Wait, I got an idea! And it’s a great one!”
“What is it Naruto-kun?” asked Isaribi.
“Would you like to become one of my wives?” asked Naruto. Isaribi blinked for a moment.
“Excuse me, did you say brides?” she asked with a bit of anger in her voice.
“That’s right,” said an oblivious Naruto. “You see I’m allowed to have multiple wives because I’m the last of my clan. Some of the other girls have had it hard to so we all want to have a family that loves each other no matter what. Isn’t that what you want, what you need?”
“Well ya,” said Isaribi. “But the whole idea of sharing a guy with women I don’t know wasn’t what I had in mind.”
“Well you don’t have to say yes right away,” said Naruto. “I mean, you have already met one of the girls, Ino-chan. You can meet the rest if you want when we get back to the village.” Isaribi thought for a moment before speaking.
“Would you still want me even if I looked like this?” she asked. “Would you want me even if Tsunade-sama can’t cure me?”
“Hai,” said Naruto without wasting a second.
“Then prove it,” said Isaribi.
“How do I do that?” asked a confused Naruto. Isaribi then looked a bit embarrassed and looked down.
“You could fuck me,” she said. “Right here, as I am.” ‘There’s no way he’ll do it,’ she thought. ‘He knows what I look like and is probably grossed out by the idea.’ The next thing she knew was that she was pushed onto her back and Naruto was on top of her. Before she could say anything he placed his mouth over hers and inserted his tongue. She moaned as it explored her mouth.
Naruto slowly removed his lips from hers. He watched as she panted below him. He noticed that her nipples were now hard and visible beneath her clothing. Slowly he moved downward so that his face was above her shorts. Acting quickly, Naruto unbuttoned them and then slid them down. He stared for a moment at her white panties that had a single rose in the middle. A moment later he removed them as well. Her pussy was now right in front of him. Instead of hair, there were scales above her lower mouth. Isaribi started to move her hands to hide them, but was stopped when she felt Naruto lick them. Naruto continued to lick, moving a bit lower each time until his tongue tasted her moist pussy lips.
Isaribi was now grabbing her head with both hands as she fought to keep from screaming. ‘Kami this feels so gooood!’ she thought. ‘Amachi would just stick it in, but Naruto-kun is making sure that I feel sooooo goooooood!’ She then felt Naruto enter a finger into her pussy. Then, a few minutes later, he added another one.
“NARUTO-KUN,” she screamed. “I’M GOING TO CUM!” A moment later her cum shot out and sprayed Naruto in the face. Naruto did his best to drink as much of it as he could, but there was just so much. In the end, he wiped off the rest on his face with his sleeve. He then crawled back up to Isaribi’s face and gave her another kiss so she could taste herself.
“Isaribi-chan,” said Naruto after he pulled away. “I think we had better take off our cloths.”
—
Back with Ino and the rest, they were waiting for Naruto to show up. Ibiki was starting to get a little impatient.
“Where is that gaki?” he demanded.
“Perhaps he is helping Isaribi-san with some last minute details,” offered Shino.
“Well,” said Ibiki as he crossed his arms. “Just as long as he’s not fucking around.”
—
Naruto was now standing in front of Isaribi as they stared at each others naked bodies. Isaribi stood there; trying to hide her B sized breasts with her arms. She had taken off everything, including her bandages. Naruto then stepped forward, moving her arm, and locking their lips with another kiss. As they did, he moved his hand downward and began to play with her clit nearly causing her to cry out in surprise and pleasure
She then pulled away and looked into his eyes. She said nothing, just stared. Then she got down on her knees so that her head was in front of Naruto’s hardened member. With one hand she grabbed the shaft. She then began to lick the head and she then started to pump it. Naruto began to pant to keep himself from cumming. Isaribi then surprised Naruto by taking the head into her mouth and sucked on it while she continued to work on his shaft.
“Isaribi-chan, I’m going to cum,” grunted Naruto right before his cum shot into her mouth. Isaribi, who expected his sperm to bitter and foul like Amachi’s, was surprised that even thought it was a bit bitter it wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, she wanted more!
But that wasn’t the only thing she was feeling. It was like a fire had been lit between her legs. She could feel her juices begin to pour out and run down her scales. She looked up at the blond with pleading eyes.
“Please Naruto-kun,” she begged. “I need you inside of me. I feel so hot that I’m afraid I might go insane if you don’t fuck me. Please!”
Naruto smile at her. He then bent down and picked her up so that he was carrying her bridal style. The next thing that Isaribi knew was that Naruto had jumped into the water. The cold water made her pussy feel hotter than ever. Naruto could feel his dick get harder as he moved them into deeper waters and stopped when the water reached their necks.
“I have wanted to do it like this for a while,” said Naruto as repositioned Isaribi. He was now holding her by her ass with her breasts in his face. He then stuck out his tongue and began to circle her nipple. He gave it a few nibbles, which caused Isaribi to moan and thrash a bit, before giving the other the same attention. This time, Isaribi grabbed his head and pressed it against her chest. While this was going on, Naruto’s hands were pinching her ass cheeks and then spreading them.
“Naruto-kun,” cried out Isaribi. Naruto stopped what he was doing and looked up at her face. “Please,” was all she said Naruto understood what she wanted and slowly began to lower her. It took a couple of tries but he finally managed to line his dick with her pussy. Slowly he began to trust as he continued to lower her. Once she was all the way down he began to kiss her neck, even thought it was covered with scales.
Isaribi was in heaven. The cold water, her hot pussy, and Naruto’s dick were sending so many signals to her brain she didn’t knew where she was anymore. All that mattered was this single moment as his thrusts became faster. Then, before she knew it, she came hard as she wrapped her arms around his head.
Naruto stopped thrusting as Isaribi began to pant to catch her breath. Then, to her surprise, Naruto began to thrust again.
“Naru-oh-to-kun,” she moaned. “Why ah?”
“I still haven’t cum yet,” he said between grunts.
Isaribi couldn’t say anything. She began to feel her body below her legs catch on fire and begin to melt. She felt she was beginning to lose her mind in this sea of pleasure. Then she did something that shocked the both of them, she transformed. Her body became covered in green scales and her hair seemed to become more flesh like with scales as well. A fin then sprouted on top of her head. Finally, her hands and feet became webbed.
Isaribi stared at him in shock. She wanted to cry. She knew that Naruto would never love her now. Any moment he would toss her off him and start running. But he didn’t. He smiled at her instead right before kissing her on the lips.
“You’re beautiful,” he said as he began to thrust faster than ever. Isaribi wanted to cry tears of joy. He really loved her! Then, she felt his last and most powerful trust right before he came right inside of her.
—
“There they are,” yelled Ino as she pointed down the pier. Shino and Ibiki looked at the two walking hand-in-hand as they talked.
“Let’s go you two,” yelled Ibiki. “The boats going to be leaving soon.”
“Hai,” they both yelled as they started to run towards the boat, still hand in hand. As soon as the four of them got on the boat it began to sail in the direction of Fire Country. Soon after that, Kyuubi managed to get out of Naruto’s backpack so she could get something to eat. However, Ino picked her up and looked at her with angry eyes.
“What the hell happened?” demanded Ino. “Did you and Naruto-kun do it with fish girl?” Kyuubi’s eyes widened.
“What the hell did I miss?” demanded the fox.
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It was Sarah’s turn to have a mild panic awakening. The Sterile smelling unfamiliar bed and fresh bleached sheets confusing her. A soft hand pulling her thighs open from just below the knee
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I learned about sex secretly watching Mom and Dad and then began my own journey into sexual pleasure
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Peace at night found onto daybreak’s true light
A dark and sadistic tale set in Victorian England
After taking an intelligence serum, the bimbo wife has a few naughty ideas of her own.
Since there are twenty four chapters in this novel I think we are nearing the halfway point.
Sorry it took so long to get this part of the story out. My laptop crashed and had to get it repaired. I hope this was worth the wait. I tried to get this out as soon as I could so I might have missed a few mistakes so I’ll apologize in advance.
I awoke with my head spinning and ringing in my ears. I had a feeling of someone watching me and then it came rushing back to me like a tidal wave. I was being attacked by the red headed girl in the silky body suit when I was talking to the queen.
I realized I was left on the ground and that something was covering me. I knew laying on the ground was not the best place to defend myself I grabbed what felt like a blanket and threw it in the direction of where I knew the person watching my was standing.
The blanket went flying and I rolled and slide into a fighting stance before I even opened my eyes. Standing there facing my opponent with my hips turned slightly my brain began to process the environment around me.
The first thing I realized that it as daylight. The sun was barely over the horizon so it couldn’t have been any later than 7 o’clock in the morning. The next thing I quickly realized was I was about two feet off the ground in a cage. The room the cage was in had an opening behind me large enough for the cage to fit through to the outside. The cage itself was eight foot diameter and ten foot. It resembled a giant bird cage in a hurried glance.
There standing before me was my opponent from last night. She was a little short maybe 5’4 to 5’5 compared to my 6’4 height. I could tell she had an athletic body that is hard and lean. Her red hair could be seen even as she was pulling the blanket away from her face. I noticed her skin tone had a slight brown tint like maybe she was Hispanic or Italian.
“Look who’s awake and still in a feisty mood after last night.” She said to me as she finished pulling the blanket from her face.
When we were staring eye to eye suddenly her face went flush as her eyes widen with shock. This took me by surprise because I couldn’t be that much of a threat to her while I was trapped inside the cage. Then I noticed her eyes traveling down my body, and focusing on my crotch. This really caught my attention as the rest of my senses caught back up with me.
I was standing in a defensive stance in front of this beautiful woman of around 18 or so buck naked. I was looking at her emerald green eyes as she stared at my flaccid cock. This was almost too surreal as my hand went to try and cover myself. Where’s my clothes I was wearing last night were was my first thought and secondly hasn’t she ever seen a naked man even at her age.
“Well, if you are done with your examinations could I ask for the blanket back? I can be too much of a threat standing here naked in front of you. Plus, as you can see I don’t have any weapons on my body.” I told her.
This seems to have reddened her cheeks even more as she threw the blanket back at me. I caught the blanket and wrapped it around my body in a make shift toga. I noticed during all this her eyes never stopped looking me over. This had me wondering if I wasn’t the first man she had ever seen naked.
“How many days have you worn those strange clothes? They were filthy and needed to be cleaned.” She stated to me. “You have to be presentable before you see the queen. Before that I have a few questions to ask you. First off, I am supposed to say if you cooperate we will treat you well.” She continued to tell me.
After a long pause she said “Please don’t think your nasty friends are going to come and rescue you now. It’s not going to happen. You’re nothing more than an expendable pawn that was easily used and discarded.”
I was actually hoping they would be coming back to get me or the very least Doll would come for me. I was stuck in this strange world and she was a part of the people that knew how to get me back home. But, I knew she was right about using me like that. I bowed my head and tighten my lips thinking hard on my options when I noticed the cut on my arm was bandaged.
“Oh, and one more thing you need to know and it’s important you pay close attention because this is very important. You shouldn’t tell anyone you entered Queen Lasharra’s bedroom, because if you do we will execute you immediately. Just so you know she is keeping you alive for some reason but for a man to enter her quarters other than her husband is by our law to be put to death, and you would do well to remember that you owe your life to her.” She told me in a dire tone.
She pointed a remote at me and the cage began to move out the doorway to the outside where it was hung over the edge. I could see I was still on the Swan and we were moving over a forest. She then turned around and walked back into the Swan leaving me there alone.
I didn’t know who to believe at this point and all the information I had was extremely limited. I could hear the truth behind the red head’s words. I indeed owed my life to the queen in many ways. I had come to her floating castle to help kill her. Then to learn that there laws mandated since I was on her bedroom balcony and not her husband I could be put to death for that as well. That was two strikes against me but yet they kept me alive and even bandage my arm and were cleaning my clothes. This had been some acts of kindness not even Doll and her people have shown me.
The masked man and Doll seemed only interested in the fact I could pilot that robot and hone my skills as a fighter for their plans to assassinate the queen. I realized it then but I didn’t have much of a choice in the matter since all my options were very limited to that or spending the rest of my life in that dungeon or worse yet they just kill me.
I sat there for the rest of the day thinking about all my limited options I was being handed again. I was getting tired of being used like an object or a tool for other people’s ambitions without any regards towards me. I felt like I was being used as yet another pawn on these two players chess board.
“Oh! I can see him!” Wahanly exclaimed.
“See who Wahanly? What are you looking at?” asked Vanessa. Vanessa and Angela stepped closer to Wahanly as she was looking over the railing of the mechanoid bay railings.
Wahanly was looking through a range finder as she took the holographic viewer from the device and put it on display for the maids to see what she was talking about.
“It’s him! The boy Lady Chiaia captured last night.” Wahanly said.
“He doesn’t look like a boy to me.” Angela giggled.
“Me either Angela, though I wouldn’t mind finding out just how much of a man he really is.” Vanessa said to Angela.
“Spying on our lady’s detainee is unacceptable.” The lead maid Mahya told the three girls. She was secretly thinking about her own examination into his manhood only a few hours ago.
“Lady Mahya!” Vanessa said with a start.
“Ah yes that is the man.” Mahya said out loud as she looked at the holographic viewer, but it was more for her own memory as she looked at him.
“Does something about him upset you?” Vanessa asked Mahya.
“No.” Mahya said as she was brought back to the present. “Wahanly has a lot of repairs to complete and a report needs to be delivered to her highness when it is complete.” She told the three girls.
“Yes Lady Mahya, I get right on it now.” Wahanly answered her.
“Yes we have a lot of work to finish up as well.” Angela said to Mahya.
“Queen Lasharra, why didn’t you report what happen last night to the nation?” Mahya asked the queen. “It is rather obvious who these vicious attackers were.” She continued.
“Because they are the most dangerous nation.” Queen Lasharra answered her.
“Lord Babalun? But, he’s a good man.” Chiaia asked the queen.
“That’s true he’s good, but ambitious above all else.” She told Chiaia which took her by surprise.
“That man has nothing at all to gain from assassinating us last night. Nor, we understand why he chose last night to try such ugly methods.” Lasharra continue to tell Chiaia.
“You believe there are other powers involved in this then your highness?” Mahya asked the queen.
“We are still attempting to find that out. Plus, letting others bet up on us is so not our style.” Lasharra said as she crossed her arms over her chest.
“Find out how? We can barely protect the Swan as it is?” Chiaia asked Lasharra.
“That’s not true. We have two mechas at our disposal.” Lasharra answered.
“So does that mean your highness has decided to hire Wahanly?” Chiaia asked Lasharra.
“She can quit the Barrier Workshop now. She would be very useful to us in repairing the Swan and your Scared Mechanoid after last night.” Lasharra said to Chiaia with a smirk on her face.
The thought of the fight last night made Chiaia sigh and she said “Yeah I suppose she would be very valuable at this point.”
“Her saving us was too good to be true, right?” Lasharra said.
“Right, and there are some not so great rumors about her.” Chiaia said as she caught the queen’s meaning. If they would hire Wahanly all her inventions and skills as a Scared Mechanoid pilot would be at their disposal.
“Your highness, it may not sit well with you but the pilgrimage route guards should be notified about last night.” Mahya warned the queen.
“But that might make the enemy pull back. If we cannot get something good on them soon even the Holy Lands would not be safe for us.” Lasharra informed Mahya.
A bell rang at the door just as they we finishing up there discussion and Mahya walked to answer the door. Wahanly was standing there waiting to be allowed entrance into the queen’s chambers.
“Good morning Empress.” Wahanly greeted Lasharra.
“Good Morning Wahanly, we are glad you came. We were just talking about you.” Lasharra answered her. “You were marvelous last night.”
“Na, it was nothing. I would do anything for you.” Wahanly said as she bowed before the queen with her fist over her heart.
“Well, we were very grateful for your help. We have never seen those weapons you use before last night.” Lasharra said.
“Yeah, I wanted to show you them first because I couldn’t test them anywhere else besides the Holy Lands. Last night was just a happy accident could use them on a live subject.” Wahanly said with a smile.
“You mean you used those weapons without ever testing them yet?” Chiaia exclaimed.
“Tis fine, we found the weapons to be most impressive.” Lasharra cut her off. “Those other containers you brought on board contain similar weapons by chance?”
“They most certainly do your highness.” Wahanly said with a happy glee and the two giggled.
“How very exciting, but do you happen to know who our attackers might have been?” Lasharra asked Wahanly.
“No, I’m sorry I don’t.” Wahanly answered her.
“Oh Chiaia, did the man you find by the forest last night have any information that was of use?” Lasharra asked. She wanted to shift any question of the man they were holding away from the fact he was pilot of the white Scared mechanoid.
“No your majesty, he hasn’t said a thing.” Chiaia answered.
“Rumor has it he was just a farm hand.” Wahanly said. “But, what if he was the pilot of that white mecha? Oh yeah like that could happen. Who ever heard of a male Scared Mechamaster Assassin before?” Wahanly said laughingly.
Both Lasharra and Chiaia were taking back at how fast Wahanly put that train of thought together but were glad she dismissed it so easily. Joining in Wahanly’s laugh Lasharra answered her back “I know, seriously.”
“That reminds me Wahanly, did you find out anything about that white mechanoid?” The queen asked Wahanly.
“She just used a basic model that is supplied by the church. There were no modifications done to that model what so ever. Which means it was strictly the pilot’s own power that made it so tough last night.” Wahanly explained to them.
“So all that power just belonged to the pilot?” Lasharra said amazed.
“Yeah, I hope she doesn’t come back.” Wahanly told them. “She was way too strong.”
“How long will the repairs take Wahanly?” Chiaia asked.
“Well, your mechanoid will have to be sent back to the church for repairs. The damage is too extensive and many of the main components will have to be replaced. Mine on the other hand should only take a few hours to repair because I didn’t fight that white mechanoid head on.” Wahanly reported.
“ So we are back down to one Scared Mechanoid to defend the Swan, and with the white and black mechanoids still out there not to mention the others were are at a sever handicap.” Chiaia said out loud.
“No worries, I kind of had a feeling about this might happen and I am all over it.” Wahanly said with a smile.
“Queen Lasharra!” Angela called to her from the window.
“She’s here!” Lasharra said running to the window.
A Purple mechanoid with gold trim and a bushy pink hair arrived at the Swan and was flying into its mechanoid bay. It moved into a crouching position and the pilot began to exit the mechanoid as Lasharra and Chiaia enter the mechanoid holding bay.
“Wait, is that my sister?” Chiaia asked.
“Now we have two mechanoids again. At least until yours can be fixed.” Lasharra answered.
As the mechanoid pilot exited the bubble her mechanoid suit (if you could call it that) was a full body net stocking that was held in places by leather straps about 3 inches wide that went across her very ample breast and a leather thong that did little to cover her pussy and rode up through her tight ass cheeks. She was a very tall woman of 5’11” with bright pink hair. If you were could imagine a dominatrix pink haired Barbie you would be pretty close. Her breast were easily 44DD if not a little bigger.
“Oh Lasharra, you have grown so much since the last time I saw you!” The pilot yelled as she ran up to Lasharra hugging her to her chest almost smothering the queen in between her breast.
“Mexiah! That is her majesty Queen Lasharra now!” Chiaia exclaimed.
“I know and I missed your coronation too. I’m so sorry but I couldn’t get away to attend it, but I’m here now!” Mexiah said cheerfully as she let go of the queen.
“Ok Mexiah, what are you doing here?” Chiaia asked.
Grabbing Chiaia’s cheeks and pulling on them she said “After flying all night to get here is this how you greet your loving sister?”
“Stop! That seriously hurt!” cried Chiaia knocking away Mexiah’s hands from her face.
“Teachers from the Holy Land are strictly prohibited from aiding countries in any way.” Chiaia challenged her sister.
“That rule doesn’t matter when a teacher is protecting her students, and you know that is true.” Mexiah countered.
“Besides, we are borrowing the Scared Mechalord from the Holy Land’s Church so she is fine. Isn’t that right Ulyte?” Lasharra asked him.
“You are exactly right empress.” Ulyte answered her.
“Now then Wahanly, you can focus on the repairs. Chiaia you can fill in Mexiah on everything that is going on.” Lasharra ordered.
“Yes your majesty.” They said in unison.
Lasharra though all they needed to do now was wait on the enemy to spring the trap she set and see what they have caught.
The sun and set before anyone came out to check up on me. The night air had a slight chill to it but I just wrapped the make shift toga tighter around my body to help keep in my body heat. The man that brought me food seemed like a kind person when a dropped off the basket of bread and strange looking fruits.
“Help yourself, you’re hungry aren’t you? Rumor has it that you refuse to speak but I hope that’s not the case. I would love to know your name. I’m Ulyte by the way.” The man told me.
“It would be a pleasure to meet you Ulyte, but under better circumstances. I’m Kenneth, Kenneth Lighthawk.”
“Kenneth Lighthawk. That’s a rather unusual name you have there. My I call you Kenneth?” Ulyte asked.
“I’d like that very much Mr. Ulyte. It’s not that I won’t talk it’s just there is a lot I have been thing about before I can talk.” I responded to him.
“You’re not by chance.” He paused in mid-sentenced. “No, of course you’re not. Well, enjoy Kenneth.” He said as he turned and walked back into the Swan.
I watched him walk back through the door of the Swan and when it closed I examined the food he brought. The bread smelled like it was made earlier today and the exterior hadn’t staled. I didn’t see the point in them trying to poison me at this point of the game. The fruit smelled like apples. I looked and didn’t see any puncture markers on the fruit so I started to apply the methods of foraging I was taught since I was a small boy by my grandparents.
I took the skin of the fruit meat and touched it to my skin and waited to see if there was a reaction. I then did the same to the lips of my mouth, and then I put it on my tongue. I knew most poisonous plants would react to simple contact with my body with simple touches. I also knew that if I would have any kind of allergic reactions only a small amount would be affected and I should be relatively safe.
I was always proud of the fact that my family was deeply rooted in the old ways. We learned to live peacefully off the land and only take what was needed to ensure it would always be there for everyone that came behind us. My grandfather taught me how to hunt and fish. My grandmother taught me how to forage and even some herbal remedies I could make off the land. I know growing up a lot of kids thought I was weird but I never paid it much attention. It was times like these that made me appreciate all they taught me even more than normal.
I began eating the fruit slowly like I was taught and went back to me thinking of the situation I was certainly in. Again, I weighed my options and processed the new small bits of data I observed from Mr. Ulyte. He seemed to know more than he was telling but I could tell he was a genuinely kind person.
As Ulyte closed the door to the holding area the group of spectators was almost comical he thought to himself. Kenneth certainly had a presence about him that interested him and he noted that interest was shared by the entire group. He felt there was just something different about this Kenneth he couldn’t put his finger on.
“Well done Mr. Ulyte, you got him to reveal his name.” Lasharra commended Ulyte.
“Oh no fair, I wanted to do that.” Mexiah pouted.
“Kenneth, call me crazy but he doesn’t seem like he would be a part of an assassination attempt.” Wahanly pondered.
“Either way I still feel bad leaving him out there in the cold.” Angela said.
“Still, I think he is really cute when he shivers.” Vanessa said with a mischievous smile.
“It is not easy to witness but we follow these procedures in case he is an ally to those people that attacked the queen.” Mahya stated.
“You are all making us sound like we are an evil monster.” Lasharra muddled. Then she heard Kenneth sneeze outside which made up her mind to go outside and talk to him.
Opening the door the queen steeped outside she stood before me with her entire entourage standing behind her. She approached the cage and said “We will not let even a prisoner believe we are a monster or damage our precious merchandise.”
“Merchandise?” Wahanly asked her.
“We mean witness.” She retracted. “It would be a great loss if he would die.”
I just sat there listening to this young girl and her entourages talk about me. I was actually thinking how funny she seems to be referring to herself in the first person plural all the time. I almost wondered if she didn’t have some kind of multiple personality or something. Then again I’ve never had any dealings with royalty so maybe that is just normal for them.
Regardless I did catch her meaning and it confirmed my suspicions about being yet another pawn in a cat and mouse game between these people. I knew the time was coming that I would have to choose a side. The masked man or the queen. One had the promise of going back home and the other I felt a sense of true camaraderie. Even though I was a prisoner she has never threaten me and there was a sense of safety with these people.
“You just can’t tell Chiaia about this though she seems like she has a somewhat hostile looks about her. Don’t let her get to you though, she just has and odd personality about her.” Lasharra was telling me.
I noticed Chiaia standing behind her as she reached for the remote and pressed the button. The floor to the cage sudden opened up dropping all the food out of the cage into a net below the cage. I had already jumped on the support beams and grabbed the top of the cage because I didn’t want to be dropped over board.
“What? Oh no, Chiaia?” Lasharra asked as she turned around to face her. “I ah, we didn’t see you there.” Lasharra tried to explain.
Walking past the queen Chiaia approached the cage and said “You’ll have to excuse this viciously hostile look on my face. I can’t help it I just have that kind of personalities.” As she crossed her arms and stared at me through the bars.
“We only said somewhat hostile Chiaia.” Lasharra said remorseful.
Sneezing again Chiaia reached down into the nets getting a few fruit and a piece of bread she tossed it to me through the bars of the cage. Then turned in a huff and stormed off back into the Swan. The others quickly followed her lead.
I finished eating my dinner and sat back to look out into the evening sky. None of the stars seem familiar to me. I could pick out any constellations I grew up with. I wondered just how far away from home I really was.
I drifted off to sleep a little while later thinking of home and everything I was missing out on. I was even remembering the girl that used to babysit me when I was really young who I thought of as my big sister. She had a ton of other sister and no brother so I kind of was adopted into the family as their baby brother. We use to cuddle up on the couch at night when my mom was out of town and watch TV until we fell asleep.
It was in that dream world I could feel here snuggling right up against me now. I could feel her breathe on my neck and the softness of her skin. I could even feel the warmth of her body as she snuggled closer to me. Then the dream started to change into a wet dream. I was dreaming she was nibbling my ear as her hand was running up and down my chest. Then one of her hands started lightly scratching my back as her other hand drifted lower and wrapped around my semi-hard cock. She started stroking it lightly at first but as it hardens her grip became stronger and faster.
A moan escaped my dream world and I spoke to my big sister “Oh god big sis keep stroking my cock. Your hand feels so good.”
“You have a big sister? Well, she’s not here but I’ll be more than happy to take her place Kenneth.” Mexiah told me.
I was startled out my sleep by the sound of her voice and then I realized there was a gorgeous woman wrapped up with me in the blanket as she continued to stroke my hardening cock. The hand that was lightly scratching my back stopped and she helps me in place. I stammered “who are you?”
In a seductive voice she said “I am Mexiah, Chiaia’s big sister but for tonight I’ll be your big sister if you let me.”
It was then I noticed she was naked under the blanket as well when her hard nipples pressed into my chest as she lean into me and started kissing me. After the past month or some or just jacking off to find myself here in this strange world with a beautiful naked older woman I was not going to pass up on a gift like this.
Looking into her emerald green eyes as they sparkled in the moonlight was the most amazing thing I could remember seeing. As she leaned further into me, our lips met with short kisses that grew more passionate by the kiss. The feeling of those big soft breast and hard nipple pressing into my chest was making me harder than I thought possible.
My cock was seriously aching to be inside her as she continued to run her hand up and down my shaft. I wrapped my arms around her body and pulled her into me harder wanting to feel every square inch of her skin making contact with mine. Our tongues were dueling in each other’s mouths as the heat from our bodies was building.
I knew I didn’t have the will power to for foreplay so I just reached down with both hands and picked her up by her ass and slide her into my lap. This trapped her and holding my cock between our bodies. I lay back on the floor of the cage bringing her soft kissing lips with me. Mexiah adjusted her sitting position and picked her ass up off my lap and lined up my raging 9 inch cock to the entrance of her pussy. At this point, the pre-cum leaking from my head was seeping around her hand and she started rubbing the head of my cock up and down her labia. She even was rubbing the head of my cock across her harden clit.
“By the goddess you are huge. We’ll have to take this slow Kenneth I have never had such a monster inside of me like you have but after this.” Mexiah stop saying as the head of my cock pushed into her tight pussy.
The muscle of her pussy clamped down on the head of my cock causing a moan to escape both of our lips at the same time. Feeling the inferno wet folds of her pussy milking the head of my cock was almost too much for me but I just had to get the rest of my cock buried deep inside of her before I would allow myself to cum.
She leaned forward placing both hands above my head she could better position her pussy on my cock put her huge breast into my face. I had never felt or seen any real life breast this big before.
I took each breast into my hands placing her nipples between my thumb and index fingers. I then gave them both a firm squeeze. This caused a shudder through out Mexiah body and she slide down my shaft another couple of inches.
This gave me a great idea, I took one hand and guided her breast and nipple to my mouth and I started licking and sucking around the nipple. I worked around and around until I had her nipple inside my mouth and I clamped down firmly on the nipple with my teeth while giving the other nipple a rolling pinch.
Mexiah bite down on her bottom lip and screamed as another shudder raced across her body and she slid down a couple more inches. Now I was about half way inside of her and I started giving small thrust using my hips while I was underneath her. I could feel her juices running down my cock.
Groaning Mexiah said “Of my Goddess I don’t have to inside me fully yet? I feel as full as it is I don’t think I can take much more of you inside me.”
When I started flicking my tongue across the head of the nipple trapped between my teeth Mexiah legs gave out as she had the most intense orgasm I had ever seen. Her arms fell and wrapped up my head crushing my face into her giant breast smothering me. Her legs crumpled on both sides of my body and she let out a huge scream as her body weight forced my cock to slam another couple inches deep inside her pussy.
This had me almost completely inside of her. The rippling vibrations of her pussy was milking the cum from my aching balls. We hadn’t even really started fucking yet and just being this deep inside of her was driving me over the edge. I reach back down and with each hand grabbed a handful of her soft round ass cheeks and started fucking her from underneath her in earnest.
I was driving my hips up into her as I used my strength the force her body to slide up and down my shaft. My cock and groining were drenched with her fluids and cum escaping from her orgasming pussy. I gritted my teeth because I was fighting the urge to fill her up with my cum. I wanted this feeling to last as long as I possibly could.
All this time Mexiah was moaning loader and louder. She was unable to control her body any more as wave after wave of her orgasm washed over her. Every single part of her pussy was stretched to its limits and she felt beyond. She thought she could feel Kenneth’s cock head trying to press into her throat. Her heart was racing and the sweat was pouring out of her body. She didn’t know how much more of this she could take but the fact he was still driving in and out of her felt too good to put into words.
“By the Goddess Kenneth cum inside me!” She screamed at me.
That was all I could take I slammed my hips up driving my cock the last few inches inside of her and drove her ass down onto my cock I felt the last oh my cock to ram inside of Mexiah. Her cervix was forced open with this final push as I exploded inside of her. The only way I could compare the sensation would be like feeling a blast from a fire hose shooting out the head of me cock. It wasn’t in spurts it was one was continuous flow of cum pouring out of me straight into Mexiah cervix.
Mexiah felt the last bit of his cock open up her cervix and the rush of molten hot cum spraying directly into her was like nothing she had ever felt in her life. The pain of her cervix opening up like it did was like losing her virginity all over again, but the feeling of his hot cum and the fullness of his cock as it swelled even bigger as he came inside her drove her into the most intense orgasm she had ever felt before. She let out an earth shattering scream that echoed off the walls and across the valley.
She passed out on top of me shuddering and shaking for the last few remaining spurt of cum shooting into her. My arms wrapped up her body and held her in place as my violet orgasmic shakes subsided. I could feel my cock pulsing deep inside her trying to give her the last drop I had left to give.
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The choice of a girl at the drop of a dice.
I find my love goddess and soul mate in prison.
I wrote this story a while ago, before I discovered this site. I hope you guys like it. Oh, this is my first story here, so constructive criticism would be appreciated.
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He walked into the room like a conquering hero, standing over the threshold like Adonis in his glory days. He looked so sexy, so wondrous, that he looked almost good enough to eat. Fisayo couldn’t stop looking at him, couldn’t tear her eyes away from the glistening sweat that gave him an ethereal sheen in the dim candle lit room.
‘Oh James’, she whispered under her breath. Just the mere sight of him sent tingling sensations up her spine, she wanted him so badly, and she was beginning to ache. She reached for him, and a slow smile crept across his face, it was obvious he liked her state of yearn. ‘O baby, come here please’, she begged. His slow smile slowly turned into a lazy grin, he had her wrapped carefully around his little finger and they both knew that. She was slowly becoming a slave to her desires, desires that he and he alone could stir from the depths of her soul and it only served to make him more desirable.
He walked over to the young and nubile beauty that laid spread-eagle before him; silk scarves bind her hands to the bed post. ‘What are you going to do to me?’ she asks, but she already knows, she already knows that before the session would be over, she would have achieved orgasmic bliss over six times. She shivered in half fear, half anticipation as he reached over her to place the night mask over her eyes. He loved making her squirm; she loved the way he made her squirm.
‘Baby’, she moaned into his ear as she felt his hot breath pass over her lips, she tried to reach for him but she didn’t think he would appreciate her forwardness, so she stayed still.
Feather light kisses trail her cheeks, neck, and shoulder. She stifled her moans as well as she could, he didn’t like her moaning loudly, at least not until he was deep inside her.
‘Baby’, the endearment barely made it past her lips before he sealed her lips with a firm kiss. A firm kiss that slowly got more passionate and more forceful. Not that she was resisting, he just wanted to bruise her tender lips, to leave her worn just after a kiss and he was getting the desired effect. She pulled against her binds to no avail, she wanted to wrap herself around his body, wanted to feel every contour on his well chiselled torso but she couldn’t so she returned his kiss with as much vigour as she could hoping to draw a moan out of him. She failed.
The kiss ended almost as abruptly as it began. She could feel the bed shift under his weight, she knew what was to happen next and she knew she would love every second of it.
His tongue set a fiery trail upon her swollen nipple, somehow the sweet heat of his tongue was able to coax her nipple to swell some more, and it swelled till it hurt and when it seemed it couldn’t swell anymore, he took most of her smallish mammary mound in his mouth and he sucked on it. Her moan was testament to the pleasure that he was precariously meting out, he really knew his way around the female anatomy. He took her other breast in his hand and kneaded it, carefully avoiding her nipple till it begged; nay; screamed for his touch. And touch it he did.
He flicked the yearning nipple deftly with his heated tongue, feeling her squirm endlessly under his weight. He loved making her squirm, he thought with a smile. She started grinding her hips against his crotch, hoping to urge the nerves that were coiling slowly in the pits of her stomach to coil faster. He understood the message and he offered a little help.
Her nipples that, hitherto, had all his attention were now left to the devices of the cool air that emanated from the air condition system. His attentions were slowly moving elsewhere.
Her moans were a long sigh of molten air as his tongue painted an indelible track of heated passion from her breasts to her love mound. His tongue, impossibly fast, flicked over her love button, drawing a guttural squeal from his young lover. He was going to enjoy tormenting her, he thought to himself as he passed his tongue over her canal. She shook with pleasure. She could feel herself slowly making it to the cliff from which the only escape was orgasmic bliss.
She was close, he could feel it. He could feel it in the way she arched her back into his face, in the way she shook in tandem with the rhythm of his tongue. He kissed and licked and flicked over her love button, he kept at it until she was at the precipice of gratification and then he stopped.
‘OH!’ she screamed her frustration. Time and time again, he brought her within reach of the bliss that she most craved and then he stopped, leaving her hungrier for the bliss that he most skilfully denied her. ‘Baby please, stop teasing. You’re killing me’. She could almost hear him smile, she knew he would keep frustrating her until she begged, and even then, he would draw it out till he felt she’d suffered enough.
He kept her orgasm at bay so skilfully, he was good at it. She was getting desperate. She tried pressing her thighs together, tried flexing her PC muscles, her goal: to end her torment sooner than her task master wished to drag it. He, on the other hand, was having none of that. A tight slap to the inner thigh broke the concentration that was needed to bring her the sexual gratification she longed for.
‘Oh James’, she begged, ‘please James let me cum’. Her love juices were a continuous flow of demented pleasure. She soaked the sheets under her and he was sure that the mattress was soaked as well, it only spurred him on.
‘PLEEEEEEAAASE! James, you’re killing me’ she cried in pleasurable frustration, ‘I… I can’t take any… anymore’. Tears were soaking the night mask that rendered her blind, she was sobbing continually. She had suffered enough.
He snaked a finger into her overly lubricated love canal, a canal that was craving to be filled with something much bigger but his finger would have to do, for now. He pushed it in till it reached her favoured spot, and then he massaged against her soft walls, eliciting yet more lubrication. He covered her love button with his lips and sucked on it like a babe against its mother’s breast. She wanted sexual release, and he was duty and honour bound to give it to her.
Having been on the edge of a cliff that is the climax of his ministrations, her release was not the soft tumble into a slow and satisfying orgasm. No, it was a violent eruption of orgasmic juices that proved to be nerve wracking, stroke inducing and to plainly put it, out of this world.
Her moan was one long silent scream that filled the room even in its silence. The only other indication of her orgasm was the nigh epileptic seizures that took over her pubescent body, leaving her as breathless as she was speechless. She loved him, with all her heart and she wanted to show him just how much.
‘I love you’, she whispered her appreciation as he took off her night mask. She noticed that he was covered in a sweet mixture of sweat and her juices, ‘I love you baby’. ‘I know baby’, he said as he dipped his head to kiss her lips. She loved the taste of her on his lips, she just loved to kiss him, and he knew that.
‘Make love to me James’, she pleaded, he agreed. Her arms, finally loose of their binds, went around him, she hugged him close to her. And then it all went weird.
He shook her a little roughly and said in a rather motherly voice; ‘Fisayo, wake up, you’ll be late for school’…
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‘Fisayo, you forgot your textbook’, her mother called from the door. ‘Oh mummy, bro. James is waiting for me now’. She hurried back to her mother, a mother who couldn’t stop beaming smiles at her daughter who was beginning a new chapter of her life; her little baby now a secondary school student. She kissed her daughter on the head, ‘be careful out there, ok?’ ‘Yes mum’, she replied hugging her mother briefly before hurrying to the Toyota corolla circa 2005 that had within its bowels her classmate Andrew and his elder brother, the man of her dreams, James.
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Intro: This may be my shortest story, written for those of you with a short attention span in mind. It is the story of Father Terrance, toiling doing the work of God trying to keep up the spirits of wives whose husbands are overseas.
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It was early and I would have liked to have slept longer but the light coming through the drapes put a stop to that thought. Then I remembered; it’s Monday, time for my parish member visits. I quickly got out of bed, shaved, brushed my teeth and jumped in the shower.
As I stepped from the shower I happened to see my reflection in the mirror. I was fifteen years out of high school but I still was in good shape. I had never had a ‘six-pack’ kind of physique but there was no flab on my 6’ 2” frame. A lot of the other priests I associated with added a few pounds every year but I had kept active and still weighed now what I had during high school.
I finished dressing, put on my collar and started downstairs to get some breakfast. I wanted to get an early start this morning. Marie Platt, one of my parishioners had missed the last two masses. That was not like her and I wanted to check on her and see if she was okay. Being the Chaplain on a military base I was used to having some of my people fall into a funk. A large portion of our men were in Iraq. They had been there for almost a year and were just informed it was going to be a good six months before they could expect to come home. A number of the wives were getting frustrated and depressed over their husband’s long absence. For some the first sign was missing Mass, for others it was coming to every Mass; I suspected with Marie it was the former. I wanted to see what I could do to help.
I suspected this might be the problem with Marie. She married her high school sweetheart right out of high school; he joined the Army and she got pregnant all in the summer after graduating. When he was deployed to Iraq she was pregnant and now had a six-month old baby to care for by herself.
I checked my watch as I left the house; 8:45, right on schedule. The street was quiet on her block; huge trees loomed over the road, forming a canopy that gave you the sense of driving through a tunnel. It was fall and a blanket of leaves covered the ground.
I parked in front of her house and walked up to the door and rang the bell. When Marie answered the door she was still in her robe, a flash of anxiety crossed her face when she recognized me. “Father Terrance, is everything okay”?
“Everything is fine” I assured her. “I didn’t mean to make you worry. You have missed mass the last couple of weeks and I just wanted to check to be sure everything is okay. I go around and visit on Mondays and Fridays”.
Marie stepped back and motioned for me to come in. “Everything is fine. Come on in and have a cup of coffee”.
I went inside and looked around while she got me some coffee. The house was neat, no sign of problems there. When she came in I asked, “Now where is that beautiful baby of yours, taking a nap”?
“No Father. She’s with one of the other wives. We’ve formed a kind of babysitting co-op to give us some time alone. It can be so hard on us, being alone all the time and having to take care of the children by ourselves. We take turns watching the children during the week so the rest of us can run errands, or just take a nap.
It’s so frustrating being alone all the time. I miss the big things with my husband being gone for so long but frequently it is the little things that hurt the most. Like just being able to have him hug me when I’m down.
“Well I can’t get your husband back but I can at least provide a hug”. I put my arms out to her and she smiled slightly and stepped forward. I put my arms around her and hugged her to me. For just a moment her body felt stiff against mine, not sure what to do. Then she kind of melted against me, pulling tight against me; her head on my chest. I held her tight, neither of us saying anything. Then I felt her body begin to shake as she began to softly sob.
I loosened my arms around her, “Marie, what is it”? I thought she might want to move but she held tight to me.
Marie kept her head against my chest, “It’s just everything. He’s been gone so long and now it looks like it could be another year. I’m so alone”. She began softly crying again.
I lifted one hand smoothed her hair, “Come on, it will get better”.
Marie looked up at me, “But when? And I have to do everything with the baby. There is no one to help. I get so depressed at times”. She put her head back on my chest but did not resume crying.
“I don’t know if I can help but I’ll try. The Lord is here to help you. You just have to let yourself believe”. Marie did not say anything. I don’t know what she was thinking but at least she did not feel so bad that she continued crying.
“Marie. I have something I want you to try. Close your eyes”. I continued lightly rubbing her hair. She had nice hair. It was just shoulder level. She must have taken a shower this morning because her hair smelled nice; I couldn’t put my finger on the fragrance.
“Are your eyes closed”?
Marie’s head nodded against my chest in response.
“Are you comfortable where you are”?
She nodded again.
“Now I want you to picture your husband standing in front of you. Are you doing that”? She did not move. “Now have faith. Do this for me. Can you see your husband”? I heard her say almost in a whisper, “Yes”.
“Now picture yourself stepping forward into your husband’s arms”. I felt her arms move tighter around me; her body pressed tighter than before. From my hand on her back earlier I knew she was wearing a bra under the robe; I could feel the rigid structure pressing against my ribs.
“Is he holding you tight”?
“Yes”.
“Does it feel good”?
“Yes it does”.
“What would your husband do now”? I waited.
It must have been thirty seconds before I heard her say very softly, “He’d kiss me”.
I waited again. After a minute she lifted her head to look at me. I lowered my head and gave her a peck on the lips. “Like that”?
“No Father, it would be a little longer” and she rose on her toes so that she could reach me. Her lips brushed mine softly at first; then with more pressure. I felt her lips part and her tongue moved against my lip before moving into my mouth. I could feel my erection growing as our tongues danced with each other. How could she not notice; pressed against me so tightly.
After what seemed like several minutes she finally pulled her mouth from mine and rested her head once again on my chest; breathing heavily, her chest moving against me. I looked down at the top of her head, running my fingers softly through her hair and whispered, “What would he do now”?
Without moving she said, “I think he would-“. Her voice trailed off and I could not make out the rest.
“I couldn’t hear you Marie”.
She held me tightly for a moment before saying, “I think he would want to undress me”.
I asked, “Are your eyes still closed”?
She whispered, “Yes”.
“Can you see him clearly in front of you, feeling him hold you”?
She again whispered, “Yes”.
I moved my hands from around her back and rested them on her shoulders for a moment before sliding my thumbs under the edge of her robe. As I started to pull her robe back off her shoulders she loosened her hold on me and pulled a few inches away from me. It was enough room for the robe to fall to the floor.
I lowered my head and kissed the top of her shoulder. “Is this something your husband would do”? Marie didn’t say anything. She just nodded her head. I moved my lips to her neck and lightly kissed her neck, slowly working my way up towards her ear. She shuddered and leaned in against me.
When I grasped the clasp on the back of her bra she started to push away from me. “I thought you said your husband would want you undressed”?
“But I’ll leak on your clothes”. She explained she was still breast-feeding.
I asked, “Wouldn’t you take his clothes off so they wouldn’t get stained”?
She nodded and began unbuttoning my shirt. I stood there, hands at my side. I wanted her to do everything. As she unzipped my pants and started to pull them down I stepped out of my shoes and then as my pants fell to my ankles I kicked my shoes and pants aside. Marie reached back up to pull my briefs down. My cock bobbed up and down at her as it was freed. She took me in one hand and lowered my briefs to the floor with the other.
She rose and leaned against me, her face once again buried in my chest. I reached behind her and unclipped her bra. She let go of me for a moment so that she could free her arms and I let the bra fall to the floor to join our other clothes.
As she moved back against me we put are arms around each other and stood still, holding each other, our clothes scattered around on the floor by our feet.
Caressing her naked back I asked, “What would we do now”?
“I think we would go to the bedroom”.
I let go of her with one arm and dropped it to her knees to sweep her up in my arms. She put her arms around my neck as I walked out of the kitchen, through the front room and down a hall to her bedroom.
As I walked into the bedroom I saw the bed had not been made. I lowered her to her feet and pulled the covers and top sheet to the foot of the bed and let them drop to the floor. As I pulled her back into a hug my cock caught her in the stomach. She took me in one hand and pushed me to the side.
She was with me so far but I had another hurdle to get over, “Marie, I know you are a good Catholic. Do you practice birth control”?
“Well, kind of Father. We use the rhythm method. Although I have not needed to do anything him gone all this time. I guess that’s why I’ve been so depressed lately. Of course those soldiers at the PX and the ones we wives run into other places are perfectly willing to solve that problem. But they just want to fuck us”.
Marie covered her mouth with her hand and looked up at me, “Excuse me Father”.
“That’s perfectly okay my child. I’ve heard much worse. So you are not on the pill or some other method the Church does not sanction”?
“Just the rhythm method Father, we wouldn’t do anything else. That would be a sin”.
“And is today one of your safe days”?
She started, “No. But we can, I mean, with my husband I would-“, but then halted and did not say any more.
“What would you do Marie”?
The bed was right behind her. I guided her backwards until her legs touched the bed and then with a little pressure she sat down on the bed. With her hand still wrapped around my cock sat beside her. I not sure she realized it but her hand was slowly moving up and down, stroking me. I looked down; her hand looked small on my shaft, the purple head of my cock sticking out above her fingers, glistening with the lubricating fluid oozing out of me, some had ran down the side of my cock and onto her closest finger.
After a moment I prodded her again, “Marie”?
“I don’t know if I can tell you, it’s embarrassing”.
“Marie, you know you can tell me anything”.
I waited a few seconds and then she said softly, just loud enough to hear, “When he’s ready, he cums in my mouth”.
If it would have been possible, hearing that, I would have gotten harder. I asked, “And what do you do with it”?
She murmured something I could not understand. “What did you say Marie? I couldn’t hear you”.
This time she said it loud enough that I could understand. “I swallow it”.
“That’s good my child. The Bible says that it is a sin for man to spill his seed on the ground. “How do feel about that? Does it bother you”?
“Oh no. I like it”. Marie let out a little giggle and smiled as she said, “I like making him feel good. Some of the other wives say they don’t like it and won’t do it but I think its fun. When he’s ready to cum he’s usually bouncing around and he’s excited and feeling so good and then he squirts his stuff in my mouth. I like knowing something I did made him lose control like that”.
That did sound nice. I was looking forward to it. But now I needed to get her back on track. “Now close your eyes again. I want you to concentrate. Remember what I asked you to do before; visualize your husband”. She closed her eyes; her hand still moving slowly up and down on my shaft. I asked, “Do you see him”?
“Yes Father, I do. He’s sitting beside me”.
“You are on the bed, what would he want you to do now”?
Marie let go of my cock and began moving back to the center of the bed, “He would want to get-“. Marie stopped a moment before continuing; “He would want to lie on the bed while I got on top of him”.
I moved up onto the bed and lay in the center on my back. Marie was sitting on the bed next to me; her eyes still closed. I took her hand and gently pulled her towards me. She moved up onto her knees, placed her hands on my chest and swung one leg over me so that she was straddling me above my thighs.
She moved her hands down my chest, past my stomach and took me in both of her hands. She moved her hands around me, squeezing me, feeling my balls. “It feels so big”.
“The Lord never gives you more than you can endure”.
She leaned towards me, placing her hands on my chest, and moved forward so that she was directly above my cock. She moved her hips around, digging at me, trying to line me up and get me inside of her but it wasn’t working quite right. She was pushing my cock flat on my stomach instead of inside of her.
I could hear some frustration, or perhaps it was eagerness, in her voice, “Could you help me”?
I reached down between her legs, grabbed my cock and positioned it at the entrance to her pussy. As she lowered herself onto me I watched the head of my cock slowly disappear inside of her; her labia pushed aside, bulging to each side as my cock continued moving up into her. Finally all I could see was her mound, lightly covered with short blond pubic hair, pressed firmly against my body; I was completely buried in her.
Her eyes were closed as she began moving back and forth on me. “You were right, it’s big but it does fit. I’ve never been with anyone else. I mean, no one else has ever been inside of me. I didn’t know what to expect. Oh, I’ve missed this so much”. She lifted her hands from my chest and rose to a sitting position on me; still moving back and forth. She was a slight girl; I would guess barely 100 pounds. I felt like a swizzle stick in a small but very expensive drink.
The sun had cleared the roof of the house next door and was now shining into the room. A beam cut through across the bed, her body moving in and out of it as she rocked on me; one moment her body golden in the light, the next almost hidden in shadow.
I felt something on my stomach and when I moved my hand to see what it was I felt something wet drop on my fingers. I looked up to see white beads forming on her nipples and falling away to land on my hand. I remembered she is still nursing. At first it was fairly slow, taking a few seconds for each droplet, but as she moved faster on me, getting more excited, it began running faster, almost a constant, drip, drip, drip.
I reached up and cupped each breast. They were firm, filled with milk. I gently squeezed one and a thin stream of milk streaked out to my chin and chest. I squeezed the other and it did the same. I could feel the warm milk run down my side to be soaked up by the sheet.
Marie opened her eyes and I saw alarm on her face. Marie reached for my stomach, feeling the some of the milk still pooled there. “I’m making a mess on you”.
“Don’t worry about it Marie. Your body is doing what it is supposed to do”. I pulled her down to me so that I could reach her nipples with my mouth. I licked them, feeling the stream drip on my tongue, running into my mouth, tasting the sweetness of her. Don’t worry, I thought, you will be doing the same for me soon.
I continued working on her breasts with my hands and mouth; gradually emptying some of the milk until her breasts became suppler. When I got on top of her, and I planned to get on top of her, she was going to be uncomfortable if they were still full.
Keeping her hands on my chest, Marie began raising her hips off me, exposing several inches of my cock, and then pushing hard back down, driving me deep into her. After several minutes of this she slowed down and resumed just rocking back and forth on me. Her breathing had become very ragged. I could see sheen of sweat forming on her forehead and upper body.
Just as I was beginning to wonder if it would be a good time to get on top of her I felt her knees tighten on my hips. She began pushing sharply against me; grinding her clitoris against me. She arched her back and let out a several short grunts. I was very pleased; I didn’t know if she would come to orgasm this first time but it would make everything easier.
When she finally began to relax she lowered herself to my chest, “Oh thank you Father. It’s been so long since I’ve had one. I didn’t know how good it could feel on top. Thank you for letting me”.
I wrapped my arms around her, continuing to stroke into her, but slower than before. “You don’t have to thank me. This is about you feeling good; getting out of that depression”. But I was curious about something she had said, “What did you mean when you said you did not know how good it could feel on top? I thought you said you usually started on top of your husband”?
Marie burst out, “Oh Father, I’ve sinned”.
Oh, great I thought. It was going so well. Now how do I handle this? I continued moving inside of her. I wanted her to have conflicted feelings. “What do you mean Marie”?
“I lied to you Father. I said I get on top when we have sex and really I never get to be on top. I just wanted to know what it felt like. I’m sorry Father”.
That’s a relief. “That’s okay my child. Don’t think of that as a sin. You just wanted to know more about how your relationship with your husband could grow. I’m glad I was able to help you explore. Now you know there are more possibilities. That is important for a good marriage”.
“Thank you Father. I was so worried; and you have shown me something important”.
I thought that was enough talking and with one arm wrapped around her I rolled us to the side and then moved on top of her. As we moved I slipped out of her. I moved above her but kept my weight on my knees and elbows.
I looked down between us. Her feet were pulled up close to her butt, her knees up in the air but spread wide for me. I moved up so that the head of my cock was resting in her pubic hair. Keeping my hands and knees still, I rocked forward and slowly pushed the smooth head through the hair up to her belly button. When I reached her belly button she groaned and arched her back pushing up against me, trapping my cock between our bodies. Before she could relax I wrapped one arm underneath her, holding her tight to me. I pulled my hips back, my cock drawing back from between us.
I held myself there at her entrance, not quite ready to push into her. I looked up at her face. Her head was tilted back towards the pillow, her eyes closed. Her mouth was open; her breathing ragged. I brought my hips forward, barely entering her, teasing her pussy before moving back out of her.
I lowered her back to the bed and whispered in her ear, “Is this what your husband would do”? She shuddered as I ran my tongue around the inside of her ear.
She answered, her voice barely above a whisper, “No, but I would like him too”.
I lowered my body onto her and then pushed quickly into her. The tightness of her pussy belied the fact she had a baby just a few months before. As I drove into her Marie let out a gasp and hugged my tightly. She brought her knees up along my waist and spread her legs wider. I could hear her whispering, though I don’t know if it was to me or herself, “That feels so good. Harder”. She moved her heals to my butt, pushing at me.
I began driving harder into her. Even with me lying on top of her I could feel her head bounce up as my body slammed into hers. After a minute or so I slowed down to a steady stroke in her. I needed to pace myself; I did not want to cum too soon. I wanted this to last for a while.
I was just enjoying the sensation of sliding in and out of her, listening to her little groans and cries when I felt her pussy tighten around me. It was like a fist had grabbed me. It felt so good I reacted by thrusting sharply into her; holding my stroke deep in her before pulling back and then thrusting hard again.
She moved her mouth close to my ear and whispered, “Did you feel that”?
I just nodded my head against hers.
“Did you like it”?
I nodded again.
“I learned that in the birthing class. We had exercises to strengthen our Kegel muscles. They said it would also feel good during sex. This is the first chance I’ve had to try it”.
“They were right”. I lay there not moving for a while, just sensing her grabbing me for a few seconds and then relaxing, again and again. I finally began moving in her again but this time with urgency; driving hard and deep into her, my hips bucking against her, forcing her legs to move up off me into the air. I knew I was close.
Marie tried to speak, her words punctuated by my thrusts into her, “Father, you, remember. You, won’t, cum, in, me”? It came out as a question and I had to think about it for a moment. She sounded like she wasn’t sure either. But I realized she was right. I couldn’t cum in her. It could ruin everything”. As I rolled off her onto my back I heard her say, “You won’t regret if Father”.
Marie scrambled around and immediately took my cock in her mouth. I was surprised when she began bobbing up and down on me, sucking and licking me. When she said she took her husband in her mouth, she seemed so passive that I expected she just opened her mouth and that was it. I was wrong, this was great. I watched her cheeks sink in as she sucked on me, felt her tongue swirling around my cock. My hips lifted off the bed to meet her mouth as it bobbed on me. As I got closer Marie stopped moving her head up and down and stayed in one spot while I lifted my hips to fuck her mouth. Finally I couldn’t take it any longer and with a loud grunt I exploded in her mouth. As her mouth worked me it felt like she was sucking the sperm out of my body.
She continued running her tongue around the head of my cock until finally she let go of me and I fell limp from her mouth with a plop on my stomach. I put an arm out for her and she moved up to lay beside me with her head on my shoulder. She put her arm across my chest then quickly lifted it to feel my chest with her hand, saying, “I’m sorry, Father. I got you all messy”.
“That’s okay Marie. I don’t mind”.
“You said you had another appointment. You should take a shower before you go”.
We lay there for several minutes before I turned to look at the clock on the night stand. I needed to get moving for my next appointment. I got up and walked to the bathroom and started the shower. When the water was warm I got in. The hot water felt good on my body. I looked around but there was no soap. “Marie, could you get me a bar of soap”?
I waited for her to hand me the soap but when the shower door opened Marie stepped into the shower with me. Marie began with my back, lathering me, running her hands around my back and then around to my chest. When I turned around to face her she rubbed the bar around in her hands and then reached down to clean my cock. While she was doing that I began rubbing the soap on her body. In spite of the fact we has just had frantic sex for almost forty-five minutes I began to get hard again.
Marie reached behind her and pushed some containers off the little seat in the shower to the floor and sat down. I was fully erect again. She pulled me by my cock closer to her and once again took me in her mouth. I leaned forward, putting my hands on the shower wall above her. Now it was just the sensations of the hot water hitting me and her mouth working up and down on me. I made no effort to last and it was just a few minutes before I was cumming in her mouth again. She kept her lips tight around my shaft until I was finished filling her mouth. She then pulled her mouth from me and once again washed me clean. When she was finished she stood and hugged me.
I knew I did not have much leeway now for my next appointment so I got out of the shower followed by Marie, dried off, and began dressing. Once I was dressed and had my collar back on I reached for Marie and gave her a kiss. “Have I helped you rid yourself of some of that depression? I can count on seeing you back in Church”?
“Oh, yes Father. I feel much better now”.
We walked towards the front door. When we got there I turned, said goodbye to Marie and asked, “So Marie, I’ll see you next Monday, same time”?
“Yes Father, I’m looking forward to it”. Marie started to say something then hesitated before continuing, “Father, you said you also visit people on Friday’s”?
“Yes, that’s true”.
“Do you think you would have time for me on Fridays”?
“You mean instead of Mondays”?
“No Father; I mean Monday and Friday”.
“Well I think I do have a time available on Fridays. I’ll let you know next Monday what the time is”.
Marie looked up at me. “I think you should come see me this Friday. I’ll be ready when you get here”. As I started to turn to leave Marie added, “And Father, by Friday I’ll be in my safe days. You can cum in me if you want”.
I smiled and said goodbye again and walked out to my car and got in. I pulled out my PDA and put Marie in for Monday mornings; Monday was now full. I looked at Friday. With Marie, Friday would also be full.
What am I going to do with Mrs. Weaver’s teenage girls? I had been thinking of them for the Friday time-slot. She wants me to talk with them. They have been acting up, missing their father, no one to give them a stern hand when necessary. Perhaps I could provide that stern hand. They must be sixteen and seventeen and getting into a lot of mischief. It will be a challenge to approach them.
With no time for them Monday or Friday; I’m going to have to open up Wednesday. As I started the car I thought of Marie again. Yes, I think Friday would be a good idea. I really can’t have her doing me twice a day. I’ve got three more young ladies to see today and they deserve my best; well, their husbands best. Thank God it’s Monday and Mrs. Liu is last. She comes so fast maybe she won’t notice how spent I’ll be by then. Yes, the Lord’s work can be draining.
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Claire has a great job but pays the price when she makes a mistake that makes her look bad.
In part 1 the narrator, a 28 year old woman, described visiting her upstairs neighbor about a maintenance problem, only to wind up getting fucked, then thrown out into the stairwell naked, leaving her to get dressed. She returned home and wound up in a 69 with her boyfriend, Matt.
A young woman is devastated when her poor family sells her to be a sex slave. Things look black until she is bought one final time.
CHAPTER 1
I’d be the first to admit that I went off the deep end two years ago when my beloved wife died. It was actually a blessing—she had withered away over a fourteen month ordeal from some disease I had never heard of and never want to hear of again.
I went out and bought a Lamborghini, spending more than a quarter million dollars. I drove around in 55 mph speed zones doing 100 or more. I told you I was acting crazy. Fortunately, I sold it before I killed myself. I also bought a motorcycle, a big Harley, grew my hair long, added a scraggly beard and joined a motorcycle club. Outsiders would have considered it a gang, but most of our members held legitimate jobs, and even professions, but a couple bordered on being Hell’s Angels. The word was that they were involved in a lot of illegal activities—drugs, bootleg liquor, smuggling, hijacking, and even white slavery.
It was through the club that I happened to be seated at the bar in Hog Haven that Sunday night. The Haven is a bar that isn’t open to the public, but it’s not a private club either. It is strictly a bar for Harley owners and riders. Last year a couple of kids in their twenties came in riding rice burners—Japanese bikes—and were lucky to escape with their lives. On this evening I sat nursing a Bud when I heard Big Danny, one of the so-called “bad members” bitching. “I got to get the cash and all I got is this dumb bitch. She ain’t worth shit. She ain’t even trained yet, so how am I going to get ten grand for her?”
I looked up as I took a final slug from the longneck, asking, “What’s the problem, BD?”
“Shit, fuck, doc, I got this bitch, see. I bought her for ten grand and now I need the money to get my bike back. It got repo’d last night. They sent these two big coons with shotguns to get it. I been fucked.”
“So sell the bitch. What’s she like anyway?”
“She’s good looking, a brunette with decent tits, but she’s got a real shitty attitude, claims she was tricked into being a fucking slave. Yeah, tricked my ass; she just wants to get out of her bargain. Guy I bought her from told me he gave her folks seven grand for her. Told me she wanted to get away from her asshole father; said he been fuckin’ her since she was ten. Now she don’t want come across. Damn, she bit my cock last night.”
I laughed, “Sorry, Big Danny, but the idea of that just breaks me up. I hope you showed her you’re the boss.”
“Hell, yeah—I damn near busted her eye. Got herself a real nice shiner now; that’ll teach her.”
“How old is she, anyway?”
“Why? You interested in her, doc?”
“I might be; you know my wife died from that fucking disease. I still can’t pronounce it.”
“Well, the guy I got her from says she’s twenty, but she looks younger.”
“Hmmm…OK…you want ten grand, right?” He nodded. “Bring her to my place at midnight tomorrow night, but don’t beat her any more. I’m not going to pay that kind of money for damaged goods. I’ll have the cash, but if she’s busted up I’m not giving you shit.” I got up and left.
The guys call me “doc,” but I’m not a doctor. I’m a retired businessman. They call me that because I’m just about the only club member with a graduate degree, an MBA. I made my money in the real estate boom and got out a year before it crashed. I saw how the big national builders and mortgage companies were distorting people’s information to sell more and more houses and knew it couldn’t last. I sold my holdings cheap—about eighty cents on the dollar– just to liquidate them, but after the crash they were sold even cheaper—at about half what I got. Coming up with $10,000 would be a cinch; all I had to do was go to the bank.
Having Big Danny come to my house was chancy, but this way he’d be the one crossing the state line, not me, so any possible federal charges would be on him. Of course, I doubted that Big Danny knew that or even cared. The other thing was—I didn’t like to take my pistol, a Sig Sauer 9mm, out in public and there was no way I’d make a deal with someone like Danny without one.
The following night Danny showed up around 11:45 close enough to midnight for me. I just wanted it dark and late enough so my nosy neighbors wouldn’t see anything. Danny led this thin woman into the house in chains. This was going to be a real slave sale. I debated whether I should check her teeth. I could see that she was filthy. Her clothes were torn and dirty and her hair badly needed washing; no wonder she rebelled at Danny. I stood next to her and she looked to be about five feet seven inches tall, maybe four or five inches shorter than me. She had a good body—C-cup breasts probably, with narrow hips and broad shoulders and a flat abdomen. She had some decent muscle tone so I guessed she worked out or ran regularly. Her legs were long and well-formed with an attractive gap between her legs.
“OK, Danny, you have a deal.” I went to my safe and removed the money, passing two $5,000 bundles to him. He held out the keys to the locks, trying to get more, another $2,000. I put my hands on my hips, opening my shirt and flashing him my Sig, suggesting he should be happy to break even. He left and a minute later I could hear his truck back out of the driveway.
“OK,” I began, “what’s your name?”
“Fuck you.”
‘OK, Fuck, you need a shower and some new clothes. You’re filthy and you smell. The shower I can give you; the clothes will have to wait until tomorrow. It’s late so I’m going to keep you chained until we have a chance to chat in the morning. Let’s go.” Reluctantly she followed me into the bathroom. I cut the clothes from her body and pushed her into the shower. “Wash your hair. If you need help with anything, let me know.”
“You going to watch me, pervert?”
“As a matter of fact I am. I don’t know you well enough yet to trust you, but, if you want, I can get into the shower with you and wash you myself.” She actually did smile at that, but got in, closed the door and turned on the water. Fifteen minutes later she emerged, looking like a different person. I helped to dry her and gave her one of my tee shirts to use as a night gown. I unchained one wrist, looping and locking the chain to the bed frame. “Sorry,” I told her, “but it’s the floor for you tonight. You can share the bed with me tomorrow, if you wish. I’ll get you a pillow and blanket.” I tucked her in, kissed her forehead, and went to bed. I found sleep almost immediately.
CHAPTER 2
She was awake when I rose the following morning. I unlocked the chains, pointing her to the bathroom. “Here’s a toothbrush you can use, and some anti-perspirant. Sorry I don’t have any clothes for you, but I’ll go to WalMart later and get you some essentials. Let’s get some coffee first and then we’ll talk.”
She came out a few minutes later, telling me she borrowed my comb. She looked a lot better than last night, even with Danny’s shiner. I made coffee with my Keurig and gave her a cup, offering milk and sugar. “Let me explain what’s going to happen. Technically, you’re my slave, but I’m not going to chain you or beat you. In fact, once I get back from WalMart you can leave if you wish. But…where are you going to go? You have no money, no ID, no job, so what would you do? You’d have to become a hooker on the street and then you’ll meet some pimp or john who will be worse than Big Danny or wind up in jail. Your life won’t be worth shit. On the other hand if you stay I’ll treat you like my girlfriend. I’ll buy you clothes, take you to dinner, the beach and treat you well. You’ll still be my slave so I’ll expect you to have sex with me, clean the house, and prepare some meals for me, mostly dinner. Can you cook?” She shook her head “no.” “OK, I’ll have to help you. By the way, have a name?”
“Angel.”
“Your real name, not something some asshole gave you.”
She laughed, “That obvious? OK… it’s Andrea—Andie.”
“Thank you, I’m Adam. Let’s get something to eat, I’ll bet you’re hungry. When did you last eat?”
“Day before yesterday—a sandwich.” I got a cantaloupe from the fridge and cut it open for her. She wolfed it down. I broke out a pound of bacon and about eight eggs. I had the griddle going in seconds, the entire pound spread across its hot surface. I mixed the eggs together and scrambled them once the bacon was done. Andie swiped a piece and I playfully swatted her hand with my fork. Minutes later the eggs were scrambled and we sat down to eat. I remember being young—I’m now 60—but I don’t remember eating as much as Andie ate that morning. I guessed that Danny wasn’t big on treating his guests with civility. He probably couldn’t even spell it. Seeing her cup was empty I refilled it with fresh coffee.
We cleaned up together and I gave her a pad and pencil. “Write down your sizes–bra, panties, and blouse and pants or shorts. Also I’ll need your shoe size. Walmart is about twenty minutes away so figure I’ll be back in about 90 minutes. Now…you’ll have the run of the house. I’m not going to lock everything up—we’d be here until tomorrow, but, trust me, there’s not enough to steal to make it worthwhile, and then I’d have to call the cops. Have a seat and watch TV, or find a book to read, or just walk around. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
I know nothing about shopping for women’s clothing so it took me longer than I expected. I returned almost two hours later to find Andie sitting in the living room reading a Playboy. I gave her the bags and she dressed. After seeing her naked last night there wasn’t much reason to be bashful or shy, so she did it right in the living room. I wasn’t expecting any compliments for my selections, but she did say, “Thanks” several times.
“I’ve been thinking, Adam. You’re right–if I leave here I’ll wind up worse off than I was before so I guess you’re stuck with me.” She walked up to where I was sitting, dropped into my lap, and kissed me. It was a “friends” kiss, not a “lovers” kiss, but that was OK with me. I was glad she was staying. “You know, I have a lot of experience fucking older men…my asshole father and grandfather have passed me back and forth for years.”
I pulled her head to my shoulder, caressing her head and running my hand through her lustrous hair. “Put that behind you. It will never happen again. Now, let’s go shopping.” We climbed into my BMW and headed to the nearest mall. I tried to keep up with Andie as she ran from store to store. I left her in Victoria’s Secret while I put several big bags into the trunk. I returned just in time to pay the bill.
“OK, Adam, I’m done.” I asked if she were sure and she laughed, “Just how much money do you have?”
“Enough to take care of both of us; now, want lunch or should we go home?”
“Let’s go home. I think I need to thank you.”
“No, you don’t need to. I don’t want you to feel you need to do anything. It’s much more fun with a willing and eager partner.” I drove home and showed her where to put her clothes. She marveled at the size of the closet. My wife had been a clothes hound with more than a hundred pairs of shoes and dozens of outfits so her closet was built to handle all this. There were drawers and mirrors and shelves like even I couldn’t believe at times. It took us almost two hours to get everything done. I made a drink and retired to the screened porch, looking out over the golf course.
“Where are we,” Andie asked.
“In southeastern North Carolina, near the South Carolina border—the Atlantic is about two miles over there.
Are you from around here?”
“No, I’m originally from West Virginia–you know one of those coal mining towns that have gone broke. My family was poorer than dirt. I really can’t blame my father for trying to sell me, but I can’t forgive him either.”
“Listen, if you’re going to live here you need to help yourself to food or drink—coffee or soda, or whatever. Are you old enough to drink?”
“Almost—but I’ve been drinking for years. I’ll be 21 in another month.” We chatted about everything and nothing trying to get to know each other. The more she told me the more I marveled that she had even lived to see twenty. I knew things were tough in most of the bankrupt coal towns, but I never imagined the conditions Andie described to me. There were ten people in her family—mom, dad, grandpa, and seven kids, all in four rooms in a house with no indoor plumbing and no insulation. For Andie to live with me must be like living in a palace. I had finished my drink so I got up for another, “C’mon,” I told her, ”I want to show you how to make drinks. Ever hear of a gin and tonic?” She shook her head “no” so I went through the very basics with her as I made two drinks. “Here, try it. I find it really refreshing, especially on a hot day.” We returned to the screen porch where I sat on the love seat. I was a bit surprised when she sat next to me—very, very close to me.
I toasted her, “Here’s to a successful relationship—for both of us.” When I looked at her she had a tear in her eye. “What’s the matter,” I asked.
“I can’t believe how lucky I am. I could have wound up with someone like that Danny jerk, or even worse. Instead I’m with a gentleman who treats me with respect, like I’m a real person.” I put my arm around her shoulder as she cried—broke down—into my chest. I held her for almost thirty minutes, stroking her cheek, rubbing her back, and caressing her hair. She looked up then and kissed me. Her lips parted and our tongues met. She gripped my head and pulled me into her as her passion rocketed. When we broke the kiss she looked into my eyes, “Let’s go to bed.”
“You don’t have to, you know.”
“I know—I want to, but if you keep that up you’ll have me believing you don’t want me. Don’t you want me?”
“God yes, I haven’t had any real sex for two years, since my wife died…and you’re gorgeous, even with that shiner. I’ll probably embarrass myself by cumming as soon as I enter you.”
“Ha, so what’s the problem? We’ll just do it again as soon as you can. Then you’ll take a lot longer. C’mon.” She pulled me up; I grabbed both drinks, following Andie into the bedroom. She pulled the blanket down before she pulled me to her. I barely had time to put the drinks on a couple of coasters. Kneeling over me Andie pulled my golf shirt over my head and addressed my shorts. She pushed them and my boxers to the floor. “Stand up a sec, will you? I want to take a look at you. Hmmm, pretty nice—how old are you, anyway?”
“I’m sixty…much too old for you.”
“Oh, no you’re not; you’re only as old as you feel. How old do you feel now?”
“A lot younger than sixty, that’s for sure.” Andie laughed and pulled me back to the bed. In seconds she had stripped off her tank top and bra, and shrugged out of her shorts and panties. She pulled me down into an embrace as she began another kiss. Her mouth pressed against mine; her tongue danced in my mouth as her hard nipples pressed into my chest. I was lost in the rapture of the kiss and the heat of her touch. She broke the kiss, moved back a few inches and looked into my eyes. “I could really get to like you—maybe even more. You’re the nicest, kindest person I’ve ever known.” She kissed her way down my body. She began to lick, the tip of her tongue lightly tracing over my skin when she reached my abdomen. She licked all around the base of my hard cock before moving up the sensitive underside. She tickled my pee hole, managing to push her tongue in almost a quarter inch. She cupped my balls in her hand as she swallowed my cock. I had never been deep-throated like this before. As a kid I’d been able to get laid now and then, but hardly any girl would suck my cock, let alone take it all into her throat.
Suddenly, she jumped up, straddled my hips and lowered herself onto my hard erection. My erect penis is only six and one-half inches long, but it is more than two inches in diameter and doesn’t taper at all. I could feel the silky tightness of her pussy, the wetness, the heat. Andie felt hot; I was worried that she might have a fever so I put my wrist to her forehead. She laughed, “My father always did that. But I think I just have a really hot pussy.” I had to agree—it was plenty hot enough for me.
Suddenly, I shot my head up, ”Condom?”
“Oh, I guess we should. I’ve only ever fucked my father and grandfather and I don’t think they ever fucked outside our family. On the other hand…a stud like you….”
“Yeah, right! What diseases can you catch from your right hand? Not too many, I would think. All the same we should be careful. I don’t want you getting pregnant—not yet anyway.”
Now it was Andie’s turn to be startled, “You mean…? You’d actually…? Oh, wow, that’s incredible.”
“Well, here’s the thing. I always wanted children, but my wife couldn’t have any—some problem with her uterus, or something. But I think we should wait until we know how things are between us. Having a kid if we’re always arguing would be a catastrophe.” I leaned over to my night table and pulled out a new box of condoms, one I had just bought when I realized I’d be purchasing a slave. Andie raised herself a few inches as I rolled it over my cock. Andie wasted no time sliding back down my shaft.
I tried to move up to meet Andie, but she stopped me—“I want this to be for you. We’ll have plenty of time to take care of me. I’m a pretty good judge of character and I’m betting you’ll take satisfying me as a real challenge.” I relaxed as Andie began to move around my cock. She may have been pissed at her father, but he had obviously done a great job teaching her to fuck. She clenched those powerful cunt muscles as she massaged my cock. That combined with her unceasingly rapid thrusts made me think I was in heaven. As I predicted I was ready to cum—much too fast for either of us. I couldn’t help myself—I drove my hips up, lifting Andie off the bed as I filled the condom, wishing it was Andie’s pussy instead. In seconds I was spent, but not too spent; I placed my hands beneath Andie’s thighs and lifted. I was able to curl almost 200 pounds so I handled her easily. I dropped her slowly onto my mouth.
“You were right—I do take it as a challenge. Now it’s your turn.” I leaned up as I pulled her slender body closer. I licked her left labium first, cleaning it of her yummy secretions; then I moved to her right. When that was done there was only one place left—her wet dripping slit. I pushed my tongue into her, sucking out every delicious droplet. Leaning forward I reached for her G-spot, rubbing it furiously as Andie began to shake. I continued, ramping up the pressure as I tickled her clit. I had no idea how sensitive she was—she came screaming in seconds. I moved her down and held her tightly, kissing her cheek as we both recovered. In time she lifted her head, “That was incredible…the best…I’ve never cum like that…ever.” She leaned back down and kissed me. This time it was definitely a lovers’ kiss, long and hot and passionate as she drove her tongue deep into my mouth. When we broke the kiss we lay there breathing deeply, rubbing our hands over each other’s bodies.
CHAPTER 3
It was late when we finally left the bed—almost 6:30. I decided we needed to go out for dinner. Andie and I hit the shower. This time she actually pulled me in with her; I followed her as we both laughed. We were covered in her delectable juices. We explored each other’s bodies, tentatively at first as we became more and more familiar with each other. I caressed her with the soap as I washed her breasts, her abdomen, and her shapely firm ass. She giggled as I slid my hand up and down her butt crack. She fell into my arms as I turned the water off.
I helped her from the shower, telling her to stand still while I got a warm towel from the heated rack. I nuzzled her neck as I dried her tenderly. I wrapped the towel around her head before grabbing another for myself. I playfully slapped her butt as I pointed her to the closet. “Pick something nice, but not too fancy. We’re going to a nice, but not posh restaurant. Tomorrow we’ll shop for some food—some of your favorites, too.” Ten minutes later she was still in the closet wearing nothing but her bra and panties. “What’s the matter, Andie?”
“Uh…I’ve never had so many clothes. I don’t know what to choose. Hell, Adam I don’t know HOW to choose.” I stepped up and pulled out a top. Then I picked a pair of shorts. “Do these go together?” I asked.
She nodded and smiled. Two minutes later she was dressed. Five minutes later her hair was combed, lip gloss applied, and we were out the door. I backed the Beemer out of the garage, put the top down, and drove away to a moderately priced restaurant I had often enjoyed in the past. We walked up to the desk and were seated almost immediately. “We have a nice table for you and your granddaughter,” the young woman said.
“Ha! I’m not his granddaughter,” Andie responded. “I’m his girlfriend…and his lover. Believe me, I’m the lucky one,” she told the astonished server. We ordered iced tea, salads, and baby back ribs. Andie was amazed when she saw the salad—it was huge and it was accompanied by a freshly baked croissant drizzled with honey butter. “Wow, Adam, this is delicious and I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a big salad.” Then whispering she continued, “This is only the second time I’ve ever eaten in a restaurant. The other time was when I graduated high school. Of course, later my dad and grandpa took me home and fucked me to celebrate.” She hung her head in despair.
I lifted her chin, looked into her eyes and told her, “We’re celebrating tonight and you won’t have to fuck later, so relax.”
“And if I want to…?”
“We’ll see. Remember, girlfriend, I AM sixty.”
“Maybe,” she said between forkfuls of salad, “but you fuck more like thirty and you suck like….” I put my finger to her lips to silence her. “Later…we’ll talk about it later. Let’s just enjoy the meal, OK?” Andie nodded as she filled her face with some tomatoes, cucumber, bacon bits, and boiled egg. I had to laugh. Watching her eat was a joy. After half starving to death I could easily understand why she would chow down like it was her last meal.
Andie’s eyes popped out of her head when they brought the long racks of ribs covered in spicy barbeque sauce. We had delicious loaded baked potatoes to complement the tender ribs. Once we had finished I ordered a cheesecake for us to split for dessert.
“What’s a cheesecake, Adam? I can’t imagine a cake made out of cheese.” I explained as best I could about cream cheese and how the restaurant brought in cheesecakes daily from a famous restaurant in New York City. I had just finished when the waitress brought a huge slice with two forks. Andie took a tentative taste, smiling when she learned she loved it. I sat back, enjoying the sight of her wolfing down this new treat. Tomorrow I’d give her another; I was pretty sure she’d never had a bagel before.
We drove home, arriving around 8:30. I explained to Andie that I usually showered and changed into my “pajamas,’ a T-shirt and what I referred to as gym shorts, after dinner. “I like to be clean when I go to bed,” I explained. “I find I sleep better.”
She gave me an evil grin, “Is it OK if you get dirty once you’re in bed?” I grabbed her as I laughed, spun her around and kissed her. I gave her a playful spank as I moved into the closet, emerging a few minutes later in my T and shorts. I lay on the couch to watch a football game. A few minutes later I was distracted when Andie walked in wearing the sheerest baby doll I had ever seen. “Did I buy that for you today? You look great in it.” She leaned down, kissed my cheek, and lay in front of me, her ass pressing against my rapidly growing cock.
“Boy, Adam, you sure do have a lot of TV’s. We only had one and we only got five channels. How many do you get?”
“I don’t really know. I suppose…maybe 80…a hundred? It’s enough…I can only watch one at a time, although with you here we could watch two.” I looked at Andie and I could see she really didn’t care. “Oh, who gives a damn. If you want to see something and I don’t have it…I’ll get it for you…OK?”
“OK, but right now I’d rather kiss you and make love than watch TV. Can we go into the bedroom? Please?” I rolled my eyes but down deep I was thrilled. It had been so long since I had anyone want me…really want me. My wife hadn’t for more than ten years. For her sex was more a duty and responsibility than a joy. Now a woman I hardly knew couldn’t wait for my cock in her pussy. I resolved to have her on birth control so we could really enjoy each other.
I pushed Andie off the couch. “OK, Andie, I can watch just as well in bed as I can here and there’s a lot more room in the bed, besides if you lead the way I can check out your ass all the way there.” She giggled, turned to slap my hand as I put it onto her butt, but took it into hers as she led the way. She put some extra sway into her hips as she teased me all the way to the bedroom. She pulled me onto the bed, pulling down the blanket and tucking me in. “Comfy?” she asked. I nodded, not quite sure what was going on. She took the remote and found the football game I had been watching. Convinced everything was as I wanted it, she turned to face me, grinned wildly, and destroyed my entire evening—not that I was complaining.
First, she lay on top of me, her mouth licking and kissing my neck. Telling her she was tickling me did no good—she just became more determined. Suddenly she changed tactics, sucking and biting my neck. Damn! She was giving me a hickey! I “struggled” to get away, but my efforts were feeble and ineffectual. “C’mon, Andie, I’m too old to be walking around with a hickey.”
“Oh, no you’re not, and I’m going to prove it to you right now.” She released my neck and I threw her off me. As she fell I jumped up, surprised at how quickly I was moving. I pinned her under me; we were both laughing. Fuck the football game; this was a lot more fun, and it was about to get better. I pulled the baby doll up over her shoulders, lowering my mouth to her nipple. I suckled madly as I pushed her panties below her knees. When I touched her pussy I found her to be soaking wet—running pussy juice. I moved my finger into her, searching for her sensitive G-spot.
I knew immediately when I found it; Andie reacted strongly, almost cumming at my first contact. I raised my head as we kissed passionately, our tongues exploring what was still unfamiliar territory in each other’s mouths. Andie pulled the blankets from between us, gripped my rock hard organ and pulled me into her forcefully. I drove into her with abandon, lifting her legs over my shoulders. She met my every thrust with one of her own. On and on we went, harder and harder, faster and faster until I could take it no longer. I pulled out, remembering at the last second that we had forgotten all about the condom, and rained semen over her chest and abdomen. Totally spent, I collapsed on her smearing the gooey mess all over us.
It was several minutes before we were able to speak. “I need another shower…and it’s… all… your… fault.” I rose from the bed, bent over to pick her up, and carried her to the shower. We kissed and kissed as the hot water ran over our bodies. I dried her, then myself, and we went back to bed. I had to laugh when I saw it. It looked like a hurricane had passed through. We worked together to make it then we climbed in naked, savoring the touch of skin on skin. As we fell into a deep sleep, the TV droning on all night.
CHAPTER 4
A month later not much had changed in terms of our sex life—we were still fucking like rabbits. I loved being with Andie; she was full of energy and life…and mischief. I found out just how much she could create one afternoon. I had risen early to play golf in my league. After finishing I joined my comrades in the snack bar for a burger and soda while we waited for the results of the day’s competition. I had just finished my fries when I heard my buddy, Tim, “Wow! Would you look at that?” I looked up to see Andie in the hallway, obviously looking for me. I turned my chair away from the table and waved. She came in when she saw me. Her outfit reminded me of Olivia Newton John in “Grease.” She wore a black tank top and skin-tight black Capri’s. Putting it mildly—she was FUCKING HOT!
“Hi, what’s up? Want a burger or a soda, or something?”
“Umm…no burger or soda, but I’ll take you up on the ‘or something.’” Andie moved forward to straddle my legs. She pushed her groin into mine as she grabbed my head, pulled it forward and laid a huge wet kiss onto my lips. She moved her firm breasts into my chest and her cunt into my cock—all in front of more than forty of my friends. I sat there helplessly until she stopped.
She moved back, a huge grin on her face, “That’s the best ‘or something’ I’ve had in years.”
“Thanks, but I hope you know I will never live this down. You’ve made me a marked man.”
“Don’t worry, Adam—they’re just jealous.” Andie kissed me on the forehead and rose. “Don’t be too long, Sweetie I’ve got a special ‘or something ’ planned for you this afternoon.” I cringed as that remark was met with hoots and howls throughout the snack bar. She walked out, turning at the doorway where she lifted her top and flashed her magnificent tits at the crowd. “Bye, baby–don’t be too long.” She blew me a kiss and left.
I sat there expecting to hear it from the boys, but instead I heard it from Tim, “Well, boy, what the hell are you doing here? Damn…if I were you I’d be out the door and running home.” I laughed and was about to explain, but realized it would do no good. Andie’s mischief would follow me for months, at least. I left with everyone else, ignoring their gibes about how I was getting lucky. It didn’t bother me—I knew I was lucky and that I’d been lucky almost every day over the past month.
We’d done a lot over the past thirty days. I had Andie order a copy of her birth certificate and hired a driving school to teach her to drive. I’d also sent her to a doctor for a checkup and birth control. I was also tested. Our health reports came back clean and we’d enjoyed making love unencumbered by concerns about health or pregnancy. Now I was looking forward to another afternoon of giving and receiving. Andie was waiting as I walked in. “Are you angry with me,” she asked. “I was sitting here missing you and getting horny. I needed you, so….”
“No, I’m not angry. You were right; every one of those guys wishes he was me. Hell, I was thrilled I was me, but right now I need a shower—I’m sweaty and smelly.
“Not a problem, let’s go,” Andie exclaimed as she ripped her blouse from her body and shrugged out of her Capri’s. I followed her, losing my shirt and shorts in the bedroom and scampering behind her as I tried to lose my boxers without falling on my face or my ass. Andie turned and laughed as I was trying to hop my way out of my sweaty socks. “Here,” she said grinning, “lean on me.” I did, kissing her neck as I finally threw the last sock down to the floor. I swept her into my arms, savoring the touch of her skin against mine. I released her when I got a whiff of my underarms. It had been a hot day and I was an active sweater.
I pulled her into the shower, shielding her from the water until it warmed. We plunged under the stream together as Andie’s hair ran over her face, dripping onto those glorious globes on her chest. I went for the soap, but she beat me to it, smirking as she began to wash my cock and balls before moving to the rest of my body. Believe me—having someone bathe you is a real luxury and when the bather looks like Andie it’s an extra bonus.
When she had finished she relinquished the soap and I took my turn. Washing her was almost as great an experience as being washed. I started with her back as I nuzzled her neck and cheek, nibbling her ear and washing it with my tongue. My soapy hand moved down to caress her tight butt, my finger running up and down her crack until I used the soap to lubricate my finger and slide it deep into her ass. Andie looked up at me in amazement. She turned suddenly to kiss me, burying her tongue deep into my mouth. I used this opportunity to soap her breasts and abdomen.
Andie broke the kiss, “Enough…please…I need you, Adam.” That was good enough for me. I shut down the shower and led my lover out. I dried her tenderly, caressing her body as though I were the slave and she the mistress. Once she was dry our roles reversed. She led me by my rock hard penis to bed. We kissed, expressing our need for each other when the phone rang. I let the answering machine handle it until I heard Tim’s voice. I picked up the phone, “Bad timing, buddy…how about if I call you back later? Sorry, but I’m occupied at the moment. Tim…Tim…you know a gentleman never discusses stuff like that. I’m going now…yes, I have something much more important right now, right Andie?”
“Oh, yeah, Adam—I need you to fuck me. Bye, Tim.” I hung up the phone. When I turned back to her Andie continued, “Sometimes you are so funny. I loved the way you handled your friend. I’ll bet he’s jerking off right now.”
“Ha! No bet—Tim is divorced so he’s always jerking off…and up to a month ago so was I. Having you here with me has changed my life, and I hope it’s changed yours, too.”
“You already know the answer to that, but do you think we can stop talking for a while. I really need you in me.” She rose up, climbed onto my body and spun around, positioning her pussy at my mouth while she attacked my hard cock with hers. Andie licked up and down my shaft and all around the helmet before sucking my organ deep into her throat. I wrapped my mouth around her entire pussy and sucked hard. I knew from prior experience that she loved this and she reacted immediately so when I penetrated her tunnel with my tongue she came almost immediately, drenching my face with her ejaculate. I kept on sucking and licking her cunt, moving up to her clit. I sucked it between my teeth, licking and nibbling as I massaged her velvety breasts with my hands. Her sucking became erratic as she turned on and began to shudder. She raised her head and arched her back as she came again, her entire body experiencing several massive spasms before she collapsed onto me.
I spun her around and pulled her close to me. I rubbed her back and kissed her cheek as she came down from her high. I had learned that Andie was multi-orgasmic—her two orgasms would do nothing but get her hotter to fuck and we’d be doing that as soon as she recovered. It was almost ten minutes before she was lucid. “Fuck, Adam, you do give me the best orgasms. Now let’s take care of you.”
She threw her leg over my body, straddling my hips. She rubbed my hard cock into her slit as we shared lubricants—pre-cum from my cock intermingling with her copious pussy juice. A second later my cock disappeared into her. I knew she loved the girth of my thick cock; it stretched her pussy walls and gave her incredible sensations. Andie began rocking, rubbing her hot clit into me as she massaged my cock with her tight muscular cunt. I met her motions, driving deep into her. I knew I wouldn’t last long, not after all the foreplay we’d had. I felt my balls clench as a river of hot semen was forced up through my cock before exploding into Andie’s cunt. Five times I shot a thick rope of cum into her and just as I was finishing I could feel Andie’s pussy contract as her third orgasm took control of her body. We collapsed into each other totally spent—sweaty and covered in cum. Our bed was a mess, but we didn’t care. We lay there in the mess, too tired to even care.
CHAPTER 5
We had been together four months. Andie had experienced more new things during this period than she had during her prior twenty-plus years. First, she learned to drive. Her family had an old beat up truck, but only her father was allowed to drive it. When she got her license I bought her a new Mustang convertible. She insisted we go out to dinner that night and, of course, she drove. I also took her to a beauty salon for the first time. Her hair was washed and styled; she had a manicure and pedicure. When she was done she told me she felt incredible…and so sexy. The best surprise came when her passport arrived by FedEx. “Why do I need this, Adam?” she asked.
“Well, basically because if you want to leave the country you need a passport. I’ll bet a thousand against a nickel you’ve never traveled…and your trip here from West Virginia doesn’t count.”
“Like you’ve said several times—no bet. We barely had enough to eat, let alone go anyplace. We did go to the County Fair one time, but grandpa took me behind the tents and fucked me…in my ass. He hurt me, Adam and he just laughed. Can you believe that?”
“Yeah, actually I can. Some people are just sick. They get off on hurting people—it’s how they get their jollies. When you’ve lived as long as I have you see a lot and some of it is just disgusting.” I put my arm around her and hugged her close to me. “Hopefully, you’ll see a lot of the good things from now on; you’ve obviously had more of your share of the bad up to now.”
I talked to her then about traveling—how much I enjoyed seeing different places and learning about different people. We talked for a while and went to bed. I had long ago dropped the idea of wearing any kind of pajamas to bed. They just got in the way and I loved the feeling of Andie’s skin against mine. The following morning I awoke lying on my back with Andie tucked under my left arm, her head resting on my shoulder. “Adam, would I be here with you if I weren’t your slave?”
“Andie,” I responded as I kissed her forehead, “first of all, you’re not my slave—you’ve never been my slave. If you were I’d chain and beat you every time you did something wrong. I’d never allow you to be free when I left the house. I’d chain and cuff and gag you. Have I ever done anything like that?” She shook her head, “No.” “I told you that you could leave when we first met and you can leave now if you want.”
She looked up at me, a tear in her eye, “Do you want me to leave, Adam?”
“Absolutely not! I don’t want you to go anywhere, but if you wanted to go I wouldn’t stop you.”
“Do you like me, Adam? I mean, I know you like fucking me, but do you like me—you know—as a person?”
“Now you’re going to laugh at me.”
“I promise I won’t laugh, Adam.”
“Well, I’m pretty sure you will because what I’m going to say will sound ridiculous. No, Andie I don’t like you, but I do love you. I’m in love with you. I love everything about you, and yes, I do love fucking you, but even if we never fucked I’d still love you.” Andie laughed. “See, I told you—I knew you were going to laugh.”
“Oh, Adam—I’m not laughing at you—I’m laughing at ME! I’ve been so nervous about this. I didn’t know how to tell you…” She hesitated for what seemed to be a minute before finishing, “that I love you. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. You’re kind and sweet and loving and patient and….”
I stopped her there, “Stop…you’re going to give me a big head, you know that? You’ve given me the confidence to ask you something.” She raised up, leaning her head on her arm. I leaned up opposite her before reaching in for a chaste kiss on her cheek. ”Since you love me and I love you, how about we go shopping this morning?”
“Shopping? What does that have to do with being in love?”
“Well, that’s when a couple usually goes out and buys an engagement ring. Will you marry me?”
“Oh my God, I can’t believe it! You’d actually marry me? ME? Oh my god. I’m so lucky.”
“Actually, I think I’m the lucky one, but…is it a deal?”
Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” She leaned forward and kissed me. It was anything but a chaste kiss. She was all over me, her tongue active in my mouth as her lips ground against mine. It seemed like ten minutes later when she finally broke the kiss.
“Let’s get up and go out for breakfast. Then we’ll buy your ring, and then we can talk some more about traveling. There’s something I’ve been thinking about and I’d like your opinion.” We got up and I literally floated into the bathroom. I couldn’t believe my luck—she actually loved me! We went to a local pancake house for their buffet. I loaded up on bacon and an omelet; Andie copied me and then went back for more. We sat in a booth, both of us on the same side of the table. We talked and joked as lovers have over the millennia. I heard a couple of old biddies in the booth behind us comment, but Iet it go. Nothing was going to ruin my day. In fact, I was going to give them something to really talk about. “Darling,” I began, “how’d you like to go off birth control?” Andie jumped for joy; the blue haired bitch behind me choked. It served her right for being so nosy.
After breakfast we went to the town’s best jeweler. Andie asked me how much we could spend. I told her I was worth millions—price was no object.” Andie had small delicate hands with long slender fingers; she tried several rings of different sizes and settings before deciding on a simple solitaire of about 1.5 carats. The jeweler assured me that the stone was top quality and I believed him. I’d played golf with him several times and you can learn a lot about a person that way. I paid with my credit card and we left, Andie beaming at my side.
We went home and sat on the screened porch. “I’ve been thinking about taking a river cruise in Europe starting in Vienna and ending in Amsterdam. It would take us about three weeks.”
“What’s a river cruise, Adam? How do they get those great big ships on a river?” I couldn’t help but laugh, but I kissed her to make sure she knew I wasn’t being critical.
“Think of a small boutique hotel that goes places with you. We’d stay in a cabin—they’re usually small, but we won’t spend too much time there other than fucking and sleeping. We’ll eat in the restaurant and we’ll visit a lot of places we’ve never heard of, but they’re usually interesting and informative. We can buy lots of souvenirs and special clothes like fancy sweaters. I’ve been to Vienna—it’s beautiful and there’s lots of great pastries and good food. Plus they have very good wine and beer.”
“I’ve had beer but I’ve never had wine before. Is it good?”
“Some of it is excellent, and European beer is great. Maybe we’ll go to Brussels after the cruise; it’s a wonderful and very old city. Did you know Belgians invented French fries, and comics, and a ton of other good things. Their national food is mussels, ever have them?” She shook her head “No.”
“It sounds great, Adam. Can we make it our honeymoon?”
“That’s exactly what I was thinking.” I pulled her onto my lap and we held each other until I heard her stomach growl. I pushed her up and went to cook some hot dogs for lunch.
CHAPTER 6
We wed in a small simple ceremony with a Justice of the Peace. Tim was my best man; the Justice’s wife served as Matron of Honor. The ceremony took only ten minutes but the result would last us for life. I saw my attorney the day before the wedding and changed my will. Two days later we flew first class to Vienna. I explained to Andie how Austrians spoke German and how Wiener Schnitzel had nothing to do with wieners.
We walked through the city with our guidebook, enjoyed some delicious pastries, Andie eating at least twice what I was able to consume, and even took their subway once we figured out how to use the automated ticket machine. We began every day the same way—fucking—and we ended it the same way.
After four days in Vienna we boarded our ship. Andie was surprised at how narrow and long the ship was. We found our cabin on the top deck. We had two twin beds and a small balcony just big enough for two chairs and a small table. Once I phoned the reception desk, those beds were moved together to form a King even though we could have gotten along great in a twin. We usually slept so closely we were like a single body.
We unpacked our clothes, cameras, and toiletries, struggling to find room for everything in the tiny cabin. I had also bought several bottles of Austrian and German wine. When we finished we went into the lounge to sit and take in the sights on the Danube. When the bar opened I bought Andie a beer. She had learned to love the local beers, and this was no exception. It was a Belgian beer; I explained that Belgium had more breweries than anyone else. There were somewhere around 650 breweries in that tiny country. I assured her we would try several when we visited there.
Andie had been wide-eyed her entire time in Europe. She marveled at how old some of the buildings were and the size and architecture of the cathedrals we had visited. One of the highlights of our visit to Vienna had been our visit to Schonbrunn Palace with its more than 1,400 rooms. “This one room probably cost more than my entire house,” she told me when we visited our first room on the tour. She could have said that about every single room we visited. It was a magnificent building loaded with history. We also had a great time on the train to Schonbrunn, meeting and talking to several Austrians who were thrilled to meet some real Americans and practice their English. Andie couldn’t believe how friendly the people were. She’d learn a lot more on this trip.
We met a number of our fellow travelers in the lounge and compared the nightmares of flying; they were surprised we had flown first class and were even more surprised when Andie told them we were on our honeymoon. “I’m glad our cabin isn’t near yours—we go to bed early,” a woman from Michigan said, kidding us.
“Yeah, we go to bed early, too,” Andie replied, causing everyone to laugh hysterically. However, when one of the women asked how we met Andie froze. “Go ahead,” I told her, “tell them the truth.”
Andie took my hand and began, “I come from a poor family—really, really poor. My father sold me to be a sex slave, that’s how bad it was. I was devastated. The man who bought me would rape me and beat me for no reason—it was horrible. Then he sold me–at a profit, of course–and things got worse. The new guy starved me and beat me, too trying to break me. But he suddenly needed money to get his motorcycle back from the repo company and Adam bought me. The first thing he did was tell me that I was free and could leave him at any time, but he pointed out that if I did I’d be in even worse shape than I was. He treated me with respect and caring and…most of all with love. I fell in love with him and he fell in love with me and here we are.” The people around us were speechless.
I leaned forward and kissed Andie’s cheek. I pulled her up, excused us, telling everyone we had some business to conduct, a remark that was met with some chuckles. I held Andie’s hand as we walked to our cabin. “Your story will be common knowledge around the ship by dinner,” I told her. “People like to talk so don’t be surprised if someone asks you about it.”
“Should I have lied, Adam? I don’t want to embarrass you.”
“No, darling, you should never lie. None of that was your doing or your fault so you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. You should be proud that you survived all that abuse. There are plenty of women who wouldn’t. As for me—well, it takes a lot more than that to embarrass me.” I sat on the bed and pulled her to my lap. “I’m having a wonderful time. I hope you are, too.”
“Oh, Adam everything is so fascinating. I never dreamed….” I stopped her with a brief kiss. Well, I intended it to be brief; Andie had other ideas. She pressed her lips to mine before telling me, “Let’s get down to business, shall we?” What a marvelous idea!
I pulled down the blanket while Andie stripped out of her clothes. She was working on mine before I was even done with the bed. I was forced to sit down or fall—trip over my pants and boxers. Andie pulled my clothes off, throwing them into the pile with hers in a corner of the room. She pulled my shirt over my head and attacked my cock. It hadn’t taken long to harden—about three seconds! I was sixty years old and I was as horny as a teenager even though I was cumming several times a day.
I lay back savoring the feeling of my wife’s (oh God, I still wasn’t used to the idea of actually being married to beautiful sexy Andie) tongue and lips. She pushed her lips up against my pubic hair, swallowing my cock into her throat. She looked up at me and smiled—as much as one can smile with a mouth full of cock. I pulled her off my cock into another deep passionate kiss, tasting my dick on her tongue and lips. I rolled her over into missionary and drove my cock into her tunnel.
Andie had been off birth control for just over a month and we were trying—desperately—to get her pregnant; missionary gave her the best chance. She spent more time with her legs in the air than she did with them on the floor, or so it often seemed. I drove my cock into her as we kissed and kissed. Her velvet vise clutched my cock forcefully as it tried to milk me of my seed. Andie wrapped her long legs around my body, pulling me even deeper into her. We met with every thrust and when Andie squeezed my cock, flexing her cunt muscles around me, I gave up. My balls clenched, by cock swelled, and river after river of steamy white cum rocketed into Andie’s womb. I reached between us, found her hot clit, and rubbed her to her orgasm. I had learned that she never had a weak orgasm. Many times she had bucked me off of her as her body experienced one powerful muscle spasm after another. I fell on top of Andie kissing her madly. “I love you,” I told her, “more than I can ever tell you.” I leaned down again and kissed her. I tried to move off but she held me tight. “I’m never letting you go,” she said with a smile, “Thanks for drowning my pussy. You must have donated millions of sperm to the cause. It doesn’t seem fair—you give millions of sperm, I only give one tiny egg.”
“Sure, but soon my job will be done while yours will last for nine months, and then you’ll give birth. I just pray our baby looks like you. You’re beautiful; I’m just ordinary.”
“You may be many things, darling, but ordinary will never be one of them.” She kissed me again as I rose for a shower. The only negative about the ship so far was the tiny shower; there was no way the two of us could share.
CHAPTER 7
We went to an important meeting before dinner. We took our life jackets with us. We went through the required emergency drill and then listened to a “port talk” in which our guides explained what we would see and do tomorrow. We had a port talk every evening just before dinner. Andie and I enjoyed a stein of beer tonight and every night during the cruise.
I knew that a mother-to-be shouldn’t drink, but we didn’t know that Andie was even pregnant. She didn’t drink much, a maximum of two drinks a day—one beer and one glass of wine. However, that would stop if she missed her period. We had agreed that nothing would harm our child.
We learned a lot on this trip. We saw a 900 year old abbey, numerous huge and beautiful cathedrals, learned what kings did with their second and third sons—sent them to be prince-bishops in the Church. We even saw Oscar Schindler’s house. We bought a load of souvenirs, including a beautiful cuckoo clock. We passed through dozens of locks, the first attracting the attention of all the passengers, but by the tenth few of us were interested.
Yes, we learned a lot. By the end of our trip we learned that Andie was pregnant. It still had to be confirmed but after peeing on four home pregnancy strips we were pretty sure. We were elated and when we shared the news with our fellow travelers they were, too.
We spent three days wandering through Amsterdam; I even took Andie on a tour of the red light district. She was amazed by the sight of the semi-naked women in the windows hawking their wares like fish mongers in olden days, except now they were hawking themselves. After Amsterdam we traveled by train to Brussels, spending four days there in a hotel just off the Grand Place, the central city square surrounded by more than a dozen guild halls dating back to the twelfth century. We treated ourselves to some Belgian chocolates, reputedly the best in the world. Then it was time to go home.
We went out for mussels our last night in Brussels. In Belgium you can get them dozens of ways—steamed, fried, with garlic and a host of other combinations, including baked with yummy cheese. That’s what we had—huge mussels on the half shell baked with cheese. Not only were they delicious, they were so rich it was almost impossible to finish the portion. OK, it was impossible for ME to finish; Andie, on the other hand, finished hers and the remainder of mine. How she ate all this food without gaining an ounce was a miracle. I enjoyed a magnificent Belgian beer; Andie had a Coke.
The following morning we took a cab to the airport and were on the way home. Tim picked us up in Myrtle Beach, the closest airport to our home. He asked us a lot of questions, but he skipped the big one. Finally, Andie couldn’t hold back, “We learned a lot on this trip, Tim, especially that I’m pregnant. Want to be a godfather?” I thought Tim would drive us into a ditch when he first heard, but he recovered beautifully, driving the rest of the way with a huge smile on his face.
We made an appointment with Andie’s gynecologist. Her deprived upbringing denied her many things and excellent medical care was one of them. She marveled at all the different kinds of doctors. Dr. Ferguson had been my wife’s doctor and I thought she was fantastic. She took Andie’s urine and ran the test five times—all positive. Then she took blood and tested that—we were pregnant. Andie had a special diet, which she hated, but she followed it to the letter.
I had experienced many surprises since I bought Andie and they were all wonderful, but I wasn’t prepared for the biggest of all. Andie had a sonogram at four months. Dear God—twins!
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Part three: Ron finds out
“Would you marry me?”
“I would if you asked.”
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes. Of course I will!”
“Thank you” Harry leaned in for another kiss. The kiss of a lifetime, Hermione felt his love, his very being, his soul moving into her thru that kiss and she returned happily hers to him.
The tantalizing aromas coming from the dishes then appearing on the bedroom table, signaled the end of their tryst. Sighing, Harry gently disengaged. “Shall we eat first, or shower?”
“Let’s eat. I’m famished!” She replied. Her tummy rumbled in agreement.
Smiling in content, Harry helped her to rise from the bed. Hermione winced as her overstressed tissues protested. She tried to hide the discomfort, but Harry noticed, and placing a gentle hand on her mons, thought a warming spell. Hermione instantly felt less tender. ‘God what a man I have’ Grinning, he wafted his hand over the bed and their spent fluids vanished. She thanked him with a loving smile and a gentle kiss.
Harry summoned a pale blue robe for Hermione, and his usual emerald one for himself. Presentable now, they adjourned to the table.
Harry seated Hermione. She smiled at his display of manners and waited until he’d seated himself before picking up the coffee service. The service, recovered from his ancestral vault, was of ecru porcelain, chased with silver. Pouring his, then hers, she returned the beautiful urn to the table.
Harry lifted the steam dome over the larger tray set in the middle of the table. Winky, as usual, had overdone it, although, today, not as much as normal. Under the dome waited steaming, spiced scrambled eggs with red, green and yellow bell peppers, bangers, French toast, crisp bacon and kippers. To the side were fresh bread, strawberry conserves, butter, cold sliced Mandarin oranges and juice.
Harry served Hermione French toast, bacon and sliced oranges. For he knew she preferred to eat lightly. As for himself, he took a bit of each selection, and they tucked in.
“You realize; this changes everything.” He said, almost casually, although inside, he was anything but.
“Yea. You know Ron is going to hate us, but I really don‘t care anymore.”
“From what you’ve told me, and…” Harry added quickly, before she could protest. “…from what I already know about him, I’d say our dear friend Ronald, is deserving of quite a bit of hatred himself. You do not cheat on your girlfriend… especially with that many people.”
“What if it was only half that many, Harry?” Hermione asked quietly. “Would that be OK?”
“No.” He stated crisply. “No, not at all. What I’m trying to say is: You don’t cheat on your mate. Dean lives with Angela and Ramona, but they know each other, and they all love each other. The twins are in a four-way, with both Alicia and Angelina, but again, they know and love each other. That’s the difference, Hermione. Not the shagging. Not the number of girls in the harem, but the lies. Lying, manipulation, deceit…to me, these are the worst kinds of crimes. If you can’t tell the truth, then what good are you? What is your real worth? Do you understand my point?”
“Yes, Harry. I do. But just to play the Devil’s advocate, you’ve lied before. To me, as well as to others. What’s the difference between that and this?”
“Hermione, yes I have lied to you. But I have only lied, in order to protect you, and to protect others from things that would be much worse, if the whole truth were known. I know a lie is a lie and I shouldn‘t have, however I think that it’s the intent, which makes the difference. Ron has been lying just to protect himself from discovery… not to protect you, or any of the other girls he’s been lying to, but to keep his own deceptions quiet. He’s been lying to protect himself from the lot of you“.
“You’re saying your lying was justified, cause you were doing so to keeping me safe”
“Well yes, of course maybe I should found another way, but then I had to protect you from harm and the others too. You know I‘d die for you, I‘d be more than happy to destroy my life and give up my soul for you… Ron lies are just plain lies, no meaning no reason no purpose except to protect his deceits, My lies were out of love, to protect you and the other from harm not of my making. Not lies of jealousy, greed, deceit or lust”.
Hermione looked at him in total love as what he said sank in, “I see Harry…“ she choked a joyful tear “well don’t lie to me again”
“Yes my love”
Harry pondered a while, then murmured: “He’s always been a bit jealous…” Harry glared playfully as Hermione snorted at his minimizing of Ron’s worst trait. “…As I was saying; He’s always been jealous, but ever since the Department of Mysteries. He’s changed. Something in him has changed…and not for the better.”
Hermione knew deep down, that he was right. She had pondered this many times over the years, as she’d also noted the changes in Ron after the end of their fifth year, but the healers at St. Mungo’s had insisted he was completely cured. Still… Then his jealously had always been there, just more noticeable at times… maybe, it was just finally surfaced, when Ron found something he could steal from Harry and get away with it, well until yesterday.
Dobby popped in. “Good morning, Mister Harry Potter, sir. Mister Ronald Wheezy is here. He is looking for his miss. Good morning, Miss Hermyninny Grangers.”
“Good morning, Dobby.” Hermione greeted the elf warmly. Dobby ducked his head and shrugged his shoulders in embarrassment.
“Thank you, Dobby.” Harry replied. “Has he been offered coffee or tea?”
“Winky is offering now, Mister Harry Potter, sir! He is in the breakfast nook, waiting!” Dobby nodded his head rapidly. He was a good house elf, and saw to it in his house, that all the courtesies were observed!
“Very good. Please tell him this, exactly: “We will be down as soon as we’ve showered.” And Dobby, don’t let him come up here for any reason.”
“As you wish, Mister Harry Potter, sir! Good morning, Miss Hermyninny Grangers!” Dobby popped away, noiselessly.
Harry turned to Hermione. “What do you want to do? Do you want to go back to your flat and pick up your stuff? Ron might try to damage or destroy something when he finds out…”
“He would, and I already have. Before I left, I cast a delayed packing charm. As soon as he left the flat, it would take effect. My things should be packed into my trunks by now. I wasn‘t going back there ever”
“Alright. Dobby!” Harry happily, called to the house-elf. Instantly Dobby reappeared.
“Good morning, Mister Harry Potter, sir. How may Dobby serve you today?” He squeaked his ritual greeting. Harry had found it much easier to just allow it, than object to it every time Dobby greeted him. He had learned the hard way, to pick his battles!
“Dobby, would you be so kind as to go to Ron’s flat and pick up the…” Harry turned inquiringly to Hermione. She held up two fingers. “…two trunks, belonging to Hermione? She will be living here, from now on. And please ask Winky to find us some references on marriages in the wizarding world.”
Hermione grinned.
“Oh yes, Master! Dobby will do!” Dobby was so excited at the idea of Harry and Hermione marrying, that he completely forgot Harry detested the word ‘master’. He popped away before Harry could remind him.
Hermione rested her hand gently on Harry’s arm, smiling sweetly for his discomfiture. Harry smiled back, knowing it would do more harm than good, to correct Dobby.
Dobby returned a few minutes later, just as Harry and Hermione had risen from the table.
“Mister Harry Potter, sir! I has retrieved Miss Hermyninny Grangers’ property from mister Ronald Wheezy’s flat. Miss Hermyninny Grangers, I has brought you’s trunk and everything there with you’s magical feel on it.”
“Thank you, Dobby.” Hermione replied. Harry added: “Please bring her things to her room“.
“It is done already! Winky tells Dobby, that mister Ronald Wheezy is most insisting. He wishes to speak to miss Hermyninny Grangers, immediately!”
“As I said before, He’ll have to wait until we’ve showered.” Harry offered his hand to Hermoine and together, they walked from his bedroom to his bath.
Harry’s bathroom was more utilitarian than Hermione’s. Like Hermione’s, one wall was almost all glass. He had no tub. Instead, he had a large quarter-round shower made of glass bricks abutting the corner of the room. It was large enough for three or four people, more if they were really close, with a wide shelf running around it, at waist height. Four showerheads set at varying heights, one attached by a long hose, ensured more specific coverage, if called for. All the showerheads could be set for a variety of sprays, or massage.
A toilet stood nearby, partially shielded by a waist high rock wall with leafy ferns growing from the top. A single sink sat in the corner, on a modest countertop with three movable mirrors arranged over it. More ferns and varying vines grew from pots and sconces set around the room. The whole room was done in a soothing mixture of earthy browns and pale and deep greens. As in Hermione’s bath, soft soothing music wafted from hidden speakers.
The shower was already running, steam wafting through the room. Harry and Hermione doffed their robes and hung them on hooks next to the shower door. Harry made sure there were towels nearby, before he joined his beloved, under the hot sprays.
Winky popped silently into the room and exchanged Hermione’s blue terry robe for one in emerald. Smiling, she popped away with the blue one.
Hermione sighed as Harry enfolded her in his arms. She traced some of the scars that marred his once smooth flesh. His victory over Voldemort had come at an awful price. A great deal of Harry’s skin had been flayed from his body. Deep gashes, many to the bone, had bled fiercely before Harry had been placed under a stasis charm. Madam Pomfrey had almost fainted when she’d seen her favorite patient.
His skin had been restored over a period of very painful weeks and he’d eventually recovered, although not without the nightmares he’d been plagued with for most of his young life.
Now, Hermione leaned her head back and rested it on his shoulder. Harry reached out and gathered a bar of soap. He lathered his hands and then applied them to her skin. Hermione moaned in bliss as he tenderly ran his hands up and down her body, touching every part of her that he could reach. She gasped as his fingers brushed lightly against her nipples.
Her skin tingled wherever Harry touched. Hermione had always loved him, but only now, did she understand. Harry completed her! He’d been the thing she’d been missing during the past years with Ron.
Now, she felt…whole!
She reached her arm up and around his head, drawing his head close to hers, and opening herself up to his gentle assault.
Harry tormented her skin with feathery light caresses, just touching here and there. Joining his mouth to hers, he found her willing. Hermione’s tongue met his in gentle but passionate battle.
Hermione was literally in heaven! None of the men she’d ever known, had treated her like this. Ron certainly hadn’t! Now, she thought she could easily get used to it!
Harry slid his hands up and down her belly, cupping her breasts and lightly tracing her nipples with his soap-slicked fingers. Hermione groaned and arched her back, thrusting her bottom against his groin. A nice surprise awaited her there. Harry’s erection pressed hot, against her spine. Grinning wickedly, she wriggled her bum, pressing his organ between her cheeks. She felt the warm glow begin anew, inside her core. Hermione again drew Harry’s head to her own, and rejoined her lips to his.
As Harry’s hands continued to lather her up, in more ways than one, she eased one hand behind her and lightly gripped Harry’s organ, stroking it slowly.
Harry pressed his hips against her, as he set the soap aside, rinsed his hand and found her clit.
Hermione cried out and thrust against him again, this time with intent! Harry lightly traced his fingers under her body to find her petals already open and wetted. He eased the tips of two fingers into her.
He gently pumped his fingers into her a few times before she broke the kiss and cried out: “Enough! Fuck me, now!”
Harry pulled his hand from her, and brought his fingers to their mouths. Each of them took a finger in, savoring her nectar.
Harry gently, but firmly, pushed her forward, so her elbows rested on the wide ledge. He gripped his cock and brushed it lightly up and down her slit before placing the tip at her opening.
Hermione reached under herself and held him in place before thrusting backwards, impaling herself with a throaty sigh. Harry pushed forward at the same time, meeting her halfway.
Hermione returned her elbows to the ledge and closed her eyes, savoring the stretching feeling within her as Harry drove into her.
In and out, out and in, they moved together. Hot water coursed down their joined bodies, as Harry bent over her, thrusting slowly and deliberately.
Long and slow, they moved, taking all the time in the world to pleasure each other.
Harry gripped and rolled Hermione’s breasts as he plumbed her body. Hermione did what she could for him, but the position prevented her doing much.
Hermione realized she had to change this. Straightening, she turned, drawing herself off of him. She hopped up onto the ledge and opened her legs widely, inviting him to return.
He did so, and willingly! Lifting one leg, he rested her ankle on his shoulder, pushed in, and held her close, moving his hips, just slightly.
Hermione wrapped her other leg around Harry’s slim waist.
The new position put considerable pressure on her clitoris, and, already nearly there, she began her rise to climax, immediately!
Harry moved his hands to her hips, joined his mouth to hers in a passionate, soul-draining kiss, and began to thrust, pulling almost all the way out before sinking slowly back into her. Breaking the kiss, he lowered his head to her breast and suckled a nipple.
Hermione came hard, crying out, as she shuddered around him. Harry leaned in and again joined his lips to hers. He began to pump his hips harder now, driving quickly into her over and again.
Hermione came again and again. She never seemed to stop! One climax would immediately begin another! The electric sensation coursing through her body felt like the very power of the sun itself was burning within her!
Harry thrust one last time, and exploded. He held her, as drowning man, would clutch a life ring, while he emptied his soul into her.
Hermione screamed out her pleasure, as she felt his seed surge into her body, filling her.
Standing locked together, bodies shuddering from passion, they held each other tightly. Kisses, both passionate and chaste, followed as Harry and Hermione came down from their sexual high. The hot water rinsed them clean as they each explored the other.
The kisses gentled, until, finally, they parted.
I love you Hermione Granger.” Harry whispered almost reverently. Here, he’d been given a gift beyond measure. He intended to ensure she knew the gift was appreciated.
“I love you, Harry.” Hermione replied, no less awed. She too, felt she’d been given a wondrous and precious gift. Everything was right in the universe, Harry loved her.
Harry stepped slowly away, withdrawing from her, and easing her leg down. Hermione winced as aching muscles protested. She slipped off the shelf and stood, on rather shaky legs.
“you want me to ease …”
“no my love, we’ll never get downstairs” she relished in the ache.
Harry turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. Heat lamps came on, signaled by his presence. He held out a towel for her. Hermione sighed in pleasure as he rubbed her dry, and when finished, wrapped her in a thick terry robe.
She tied the sash, and wrapped another towel around her hair, as Harry toweled himself off. It was only then, that she noticed the robe she had on, was not the powder blue she usually wore, but one of his deep emerald green ones.
“Marking your territory, Harry?” She asked dryly, with a raised eyebrow.
“You know me better than that, ‘Mione. I’m just letting Ron know, you are under my protection. Anything else he wants to read into that, is his own look-out.”
Finished drying himself, Harry donned his own green robe.
“Shall we?”
“Yes. Lets do!” Together they turned toward the bathroom door. Just before Harry reached to open it, Hermione stopped him. “Wait!”
Harry eyed her curiously, as she loosened the sash just a bit, tugged the robe up and retightened the belt. Harry grinned widely as he saw her plan. Any movement, especially when seated, would show Ron clearly, that the only thing under Hermione’s robe, was Hermione. Harry looked from her almost-exposed torso to her glittering cinnamon eyes. Hermione smiled wickedly, then nodded toward the door.
He started to kiss her, but she stopped him “later, my love”
Together, they walked down the heavy, openwork stairway to the lounge. In the breakfast nook, Ron sat at the table, toying with his coffee, and glaring at Dobby and Winky.
Both elves studiously ignored him as they stood by the sideboard. Winky held a silver tray bearing a piece of parchment along with a suspiciously familiar, partially burnt envelope.
As Dobby picked up the coffee service, Ron became aware of their presence. He looked up and growled: “It’s about damn time you woke up, Hermione! Why the hell aren’t you dressed?” Then, he recognized the color she wore.
Green really was Hermione’s color. It complemented her complexion, eyes and hair perfectly. But before she always wore blue.
Despite his image, Ron wasn’t stupid. He knew exactly what the color meant. Harry’s matched. He leapt to his feet and whipped out his wand, rage glowing in his eyes. The wand vanished, courtesy of an angry house elf. Dobby glared at Ron; promising much, much worse to come if he tried anything stupid!
“Sit down Ron!” Harry ordered. Ron sat. He was used to taking orders, although not much used to hearing Harry issue them. He tried to temporize. “Hermione, why aren’t you dressed? We do have to be going. We have a breakfast with the team sponsors today.”
“Ron, I’m not going anywhere with you, ever. Not after yesterday.”
“What about yesterday? So I got a little pissed. So what? You came, didn’t you? From the sounds you were making, you had a fantastic orgasm! Can Harry give that to you?” Ron sneered the name, as if Harry were beneath contempt.
“Yes, not that it’s any of your business, he can, but that’s not why I’m leaving you.”
“Yeah? Why then? I love you, Hermione.”
“No you don’t, Ron. You never have. You just wanted something Harry couldn’t have, so you sabotaged his chance at a relationship with me. You betrayed him, and you lied to me! You told me Harry was gay! You knew he was going to ask me to be his girlfriend and you burnt his note. How could you?”
“I don’t remember any note.” Ron lied. “Maybe I lost it. I dunno. Anyway, why’s it matter? Isn’t that the night you came to me and said you wanted to be my girl? I think…”
Hermione instantly probed Ron’s thoughts. Fuck his privacy, There it was! Right on the surface! She saw the entire scene from Ron’s viewpoint. Unfortunately, she also felt his thoughts and feelings on the issue, during the incident years ago.
What she found wasn’t pretty. Ron’s mind was filled with jealousy at Harry’s having everything. He resented Harry’s money, fame, even his superior magical power.
She heard his past thoughts: ‘So! Harry wants to shag Hermione. It’s easy enough. I wonder if she’s a virgin. Probably. Ugly little bookworm. No tits worth mentioning. An arse that’s barely there. Short. Needs makeup, too. Hmm, I guess she’d be OK in bed. I heard somewhere that the mousy bookworms, are usually rather kinky. Maybe I can play this so I can have her and Lavender! Yea. But how do I get her away from Harry. Oh, yeah, the note! Yea! I’ll just chuck it into the fire. What’ll I tell Hermione? Lets see… Oh, wait! Seamus once told me Harry was HOT! I think I’ll tell her he’s a flaming pouf! That ought to put a damper on anything she’s got for him. As for Harry, well, he’s rich. He can buy any other bird. But I’ll have something he can’t have. It’s perfect!’
Hermione managed…barely, to keep her recent breakfast down. She bypassed that memory and began to dig deeper. Fortunately, Ron had long before, proved to be worse than useless at Occlumency, so sifting through his memories was simplicity itself. Still, Hermione was shocked at some of the thoughts she found there. Seeing how Ron really felt about Her and Harry and his sister! Then the other thoughts, for a moment she thought she was in Draco’s mind.
Harry, knowing she was mentally strolling through Ron’s laundry, spoke up: “Ron, when Dobby saw you throw my note to Hermione into the fire, he cast a protective spell on it, and an illusion to make you think it had burnt. As soon as you’d gone, he pulled it from the flames. He burned himself rather seriously doing that, I might add.”
Ron blanched when Dobby lifted the letter and its envelope from Winky’s tray. Harry went on.
“Ron, we could forgive your deception, if you truly cared about Hermione, but you’ve shown quite clearly, that you don’t.”
“Of course, I do!” Ron turned to Hermione. “Hermione, I love you more than anything!”
“Do you really?” Harry asked sadly, hoping he didn‘t really. “Do you love her more than all the other girls you’re shagging?” Instantly the faces of all seventeen girls, about half of whom were muggles, came to the fore, accompanied by their names and places of residence along with floo calls or phone numbers. Hermione captured them all, easily. Starting with the one he shag just an hour ago.
‘An hour ago and now claiming he loves me, oooo the, the.. Asshole’
“I believe the expression you used was: “I have seventeen other birds on the side, that I like to shag from time to time.” Oh, and before you even think about going after Dean, he didn’t say a word to me. Winky overheard you. You really shouldn’t tell secrets unless you are certain you won’t be overheard by those who are loyal to the other side.”
Exhausted and disgusted by her mental exploration, Hermione sat heavily, unconcerned that the action opened her robe to expose her breasts.
As was said before, Ron wasn’t stupid. He immediately understood the only reason Hermione could appear naked under Harry’s robe. He went ape shit.
“You’re shagging Harry! Admit it, you slag!”
Harry didn’t use any magic. He didn’t need it. His punch broke Ron’s long nose and flung the now unconscious man across the room. He made a portkey, to the pigsty at the Burrow, and dumped it onto Ron’s chest. Three seconds later, the redhead vanished.
“I really wish you hadn’t done that.”
“You and me, both, ‘Mione. But, I won’t tolerate anyone calling you something like that ever!.” Harry wrapped his arms around his new-found lover. Hermione smiled in contentment, and cuddled into his embrace. ‘Oh sweet Maeve she loved this man‘.
“Harry that was the last time Ron will ever see me this way”
Harry smiled knowly.
“So, what do you want to do today?”
Harry smirked. Hermione snorted in a mixture of amusement and aggravation.
“Don’t be silly, Harry. We can’t do that all day!” Although inside, she wanted nothing less.
“We could try.” Harry shot back. He tipped his head to hers and met her mouth. Hermione had anticipated his invitation and was ready. Her lips parted at the first contact, and seconds later she moaned in pleasure as he gently massaged her teeth with his tongue. She held him tighter, and realized, from his physical reaction, that yes, he could indeed, ‘do that all day’!
He pressed gently ready to back off at the first sign of resistance. Hermione realized he was still quite nervous as to their newly developed relationship and would likely bolt if she gave even the slightest reason for him to think his advances were unwanted.
She sighed in frustration. Harry, as expected, broke the kiss and attempted to retreat. Hermione pulled him closer, if that was physically possible, and would not release him.
“No, Harry. I’m not angry or upset with you. It’s those damned…thrice be-damned Dursleys, that I could kill!”
“Hermione, they’re dead. They can’t do anything, anymore.”
“I know, Harry, but they’ve done so much harm to you already. I wonder if we can ever make it better.”
Harry ended that conversation by rejoining his lips to hers. As before, Hermione granted him instant access. As their tongues fought a soft but insistent battle to claim the limited space, Hermione ran her fingers up Harry’s back, to twine in his unruly hair. He returned the favor in a like manner, cupping her head in one hand to hold her to him. His other hand found it’s way to her lower back, where it rested, tracing circles along her spine.
His body seemed to move of it’s own volition, his hips thrusting forward insistently, pressing his erection against her lower belly. Hermione felt herself begin to heat.
Finally, she broke the kiss, and said, her eyes dark with lust: “OK, but just one more go. Then we go out and do something good for the both of us.”
“Are you saying that mind-blowing sex isn’t good for the both of us?”
“Of course not, silly!” She protested, parting the lapels of Harry’s emerald bathrobe, and running her hands across his skin. He pulled away long enough to open her own robe and expose her breasts. Immediately, he bent his head and latched onto one nipple.
Already aroused, her nipple became harder as he laved it with his silky-coarse tongue. Hermione closed her eyes and threw back her head in pleasure. He burrowed one hand under her still-belted robe, and eased it between her legs. She was already wet. Harry slid his fingers along her opening, lubricating them with her fluids. Hermione opened her legs a bit to give him access. All the while, her own hands had not been idle.
She quickly unbelted his own robe, and lowered her hand to his groin, to find his cock hard as steel. Gripping it gently, she stroked up and down it’s length a few times. Harry had begun stroking her clit, and now, he slipped his fingers inside her. Hermione almost came there on the spot!
“I’m ready, Harry.” She rasped against his neck. “Fuck me!”
Harry backed her against the wall, pulled his fingers free, and holding her robe away, he eased into her.
Hermione screamed softly as she felt herself being filled once again. They were almost same of a height, due in no small part, to Harry’s near starvation during his childhood with those misbegotten Dursleys, so making love while standing, was very possible.
to the position, Harry’s shaft rubbed directly against Hermione’s clit, bringing her to climax almost immediately. As soon as she began to come, Harry began to stroke faster. Hermione fell into another violent orgasm, one of many, that would rip through her before Harry finally let himself go.
Harry shifted his position from time to time to make things more interesting for her. Each change brought forth new and more wonderful sensations for Hermione. Again, and again she came, clutching Harry to her. She absolutely knew that if she were to let him go, even for a second, she would fall to the floor in a boneless heap of quivering flesh. The cleverest witch of her age was certainly smart enough to hold him tightly to her.
Harry began to pump fast and hard now, intending to ensure he shared this climax with her.
At long last, Hermione cried out, as she again felt Harry’s liquid heat fill her past the point of capacity.
‘Sweet Merlin he’s running down my legs’ Hermione moaned.
They ended up making love three more times before calling it quits, and leaving Harry’s home. They apparated to London, and went shopping.
The two lovers wandered aimlessly through the Piccadilly Circus, peering into store windows, and buying whatever suited their fancy. Hermione saw a beautiful down comforter, and pointed it out to Harry. He immediately led her into the shop and asked the clerk there, if they had more. In the end, he bought three and ordered three more. The mistress there, smiled brightly at his purchases, knowing she’d made a great deal of money that day, and assured him that she would send them to his home immediately. Harry told her he had a car available. She had one of her clerks take them to the loading dock behind the store, where Harry cast a mild confundus charm, instructed him to report he’d loaded them into a dark green mini, and handed him a fiver. As the young man reentered the store, Harry cast a shrinking charm on the quilts, reducing them to the size of handkerchiefs, and stuffed them into his bag. From there, they wandered around, looking into several other shops. Since Harry’s home was already well appointed, the only things they really needed were inconsequential’s. Together, they shopped until they were tired.
“Let’s stop here.” Harry suggested, pointing at a little Italian restaurant, hidden away in a cul-de-sac off of Haymarket.
“OK.” Hermione agreed, gazing at her lover with more than affection. Harry gently steered her into the restaurant with a hand around her waist.
“Ah! Bon journo, Signore, et Signorella. Benvenuto al ristorante’ Italiano del Thomaso.” A rather round man with a florid face and a black moustache greeted them in Italian.
“Ainglez’ por favore’?” Harry asked.
“Ah, si gratze’! You would like table, please?” He asked in heavily accented English. “For two?”
“Yes, please.”
“Please, coming this way. Please.” He led them to a cozy little table for two, in front of a many-paned window, that overlooked a tiny garden to the rear of the restaurant. The early afternoon light filtered through the hazy overcast made the garden glow with muted colors. Hermione sighed with pleasure at the sight.
Harry seated Hermione, then himself. The man returned to the kitchen, yelling something. Moments later, a pretty, black haired woman of about thirty years, approached their table. She smiled brightly at Harry, and almost so at Hermione. Harry interpreted her glance and took Hermione’s hand. Trying to recover her composure, she spoke in Italian accented English.
“I am Angelina. You would like…to drink…ah, something to drink?”
Harry agreed, ordering a large antipasto platter, and two glasses of milk, in somewhat faulty, classical Italian. Hermione’s eyes lit up and she grinned brightly enough to light the entire place.
Angelina’s eyes also sparkled in the subdued light. In English, she whispered throatily. “Oh, so you speak Italiano, very good too! If the lady doesn’t do it for you, tonight, you come see me. I will see you happy!”
Hermione felt a tingle where Harry’s hand still covered hers. As he stroked her fingers, she saw a beautiful wedding band set on her third finger. The bands were platinum with red and yellow gold inset in a crosshatch pattern. The engagement ring bore a half-carat diamond in an oval cut with a smaller baguette cut diamond on either side, and the wedding band carried two stones; a ruby and a sapphire, flanking the diamond. The waitress saw it as well, and flushed.
“Thank you, no. My wife and I are quite happy together!”
“Oh! Scusi, please. I meant no insult!”
Hermione spoke now, also in Italian. “Non si preoccupi. Otteniamo quello tutto il tempo. Ogni ragazza con anima in lei vena lo desidera. E tutti che passa fare per mantenera il suo abbastanza piccolo capa per adattare attraverso il portello!”
Both women laughed brightly, at this. Harry, whose limited understanding of the Italian language had been exhausted by the menu, simply sat there, knowing he was being teasingly insulted.
When Angelina left, Hermione refused to tell him what they had been discussing; saying only that it was ‘girl stuff’. Lifting her beringed hand, she whispered: “It’s lovely, Harry. Thank you.”
“It was my mother’s. I hope you’ll wear it. You’ll have to give the wedding band back until the ceremony, of course, but I’d really love for you to have it.”
“I’ll never take it off.” Hermione whispered, a tear of joy finding it’s way down her cheek.
Harry brushed it away with his thumb, saying “Nothing but the best for you, my love. You deserve it.”
As he brushed the tear away. Hermione thought of the many times he’d done so in the past, and cursed herself for a fool as she recalled how gentle he was.
Angelina returned quickly with a large antipasto tray, laid out with cheeses, vegetables, thinly sliced meats, sausages, breads, and olives, both green and black. Three bowls in the center of the platter held sour cream mixed with minced shallots, Marinara, and fresh-grated Parmesan cheese. She set the tray on a stand beside the small table and deposited the milk jug next to them, all the while staring at the rock Hermione wore.
“Oooh! That looks yummy!” She commented. “But why the milk? I would have thought…”
“The milk is like the antipasto. It’s to coat your stomach, to prepare it for the acids we’re going to eat. We’ll have wine with dinner…if you wish. Speaking of which, I hear the lasagna here is excellent!”
“I’d heard that too. In fact, I’ve heard lots of really good things about Thomaso’s. Who’d have thought I’d end up here? It’s supposed to be really pricey!”
“You’d prefer fish and chips?”
“A most emphatic NO!” Hermione grinned.
They picked at their antipasto in a companionable silence, until Angelina returned with the menus.
Harry ordered the lasagna and a Caesar salad for both of them after a nod from Hermione. He also ordered a carafe of the house burgundy, stating: ‘If Thomaso had selected the wine for his own table, it would be prefect for theirs.’ That comment had garnered him brilliant smiles from both Angelina and Thomaso. Harry asked Angelina to wait on both for at least forty five minutes. She said she would, and departed.
Harry and Hermione nibbled at the antipasto and chatted amiably about anything and everything…the only subject off limits, by unspoken consensus, was Ron and his deception.
When the requisite time had elapsed, Angelina returned with the lasagna, salads and the wine. She also brought a few baguettes of crusty bread, fresh from the oven and spiced heavily with Rosemary. She took away the antipasto tray and left the lovers alone.
Hermione took a bite of the lasagna and squealed in bliss. “Harry! This is soooo delicious! Go on. Try it!” She lifted a bite on her fork and held it out for him to taste.
Harry understood the honor she’d paid him and took the fork into his mouth. He found himself in instant agreement with his betrothed. The lasagna was excellent. The Burgundy complementing the dish perfectly.
“We have to come here often.”
“Mmmmhmmm!”
An hour later, after ices, coffee and pastries, Harry and Hermione, now replete, rose. Thomaso, greeted them again, and presented Harry with the bill. Forty seven pounds was a bit on the pricey side, but Harry handed over his credit card without batting an eye. He asked Thomaso to add twenty pounds to the bill for Angelina. Thomaso smiled widely and did so.
Outside the restaurant, Hermione commented: “You know, with the way you tip, you’ll be welcome here anytime!”
Harry just grinned. “I’ve got it, why hoard it?”
They wandered the circus for a time, seeing what was to be seen. Stopping from time to time to feed the pigeons, kiss, or just to hold each other. Hermione spied the beautiful stone ‘Eros’ fountain. She dragged Harry over to it and asked him for a two pence coin. Harry handed her the copper, and closing her eyes, she tossed it over her shoulder into the water.
Harry hugged her close and asked quietly: “Did you get your wish?” Hermione brought her lips up to his and murmured “Mmmmhmmm!”
Breaking the kiss, she said “Harry! It’s your turn! You wish for something.”
“I don’t need to. I already have everything I could ever want, right here.”
Hermione’s eyes positively glowed. Teasing, she murmured: “You don’t have to say things like that to get into my knickers, Harry.” She flushed, and buried her head in his chest.
“Hermione, I’m not saying that as an excuse to get you into bed. You’ve given me two of the three gifts dearest to my heart. You gave me your friendship more than ten years ago, and now, you’ve given me your love.”
Hermione turned her face to his. Happy tears leaked from her eyes. “What’s the third?”
“A child. A child of the both of us.” He spoke so softly, Hermione could barely hear, but she understood fully.
“Then let’s go home and make a family, my love.” She murmured.
Harry lifted her chin, and kissed her again, softly, tenderly, fully.
Returning home, Harry unloaded their purchases and led Hermione into the kitchen. Without a word, he lifted her up onto the table and knelt before her. He flipped up her skirt and tugged her knickers aside, immediately applying his tongue to her clit.
Shocked, Hermione could only gasp in pleasure at this friendly assault. Any thoughts of protest flew immediately out the window. Soon enough, she had no rational thoughts in her head, whatsoever, as his velvety smooth tongue caressed her clit. Instinctively, she rolled back onto her arse, to expose herself more fully to him. Harry pulled her knickers off and tossed them over his shoulder, then pressed in with a fervor she’d never seen before. Hermione rested one leg on his back, while drawing the other up onto the table.
“Oh, yes, Harry! Just there!” She cried. Ron had rarely attempted this, and then only as a prerequisite for ‘the good stuff’ as he was to say. He’d only go down on her long enough to ensure she was wetted enough to take him in. Often, he wouldn’t even do that; he’d just finger her a bit and then plow right in! This on the other hand was heavenly. This was the man she love, who loved her loving her. The Hell with Ron, he can’t come any where near anything, compared to Harry, My Sweet Loving Harry, “AHhhhhhh Harrrryyy“.
Harry licked and sucked, kissed, nibbled, teased and tormented her clit to such a level that Hermione fell back crying out her pleasure. Hands wandered, opening clothing, until, after three more repeats, He finally eased back. Hermione lay there panting, naked from waist down, and nearly so up. Harry stood and helped her to stand up, only to turn her around and bend her over the table. Hermione had hoped for this! Harry held her lips open as she eased his cock into her. She cried out a stifled moan as he sank slowly into her body.
“Fast, Harry! Fuck me hard!” She ordered. She had had hers. Now, she wanted Harry to find his release!
Ever the gentleman, Harry did as she bade him. He gripped her arse firmly and began to pump. Out and in, in and out. He drove fast, and he drove deep! Hermione moaned and cried out with each thrust. Sweating and panting they both moved together, causing the table to creak alarmingly in protest.
Paying it no mind, Harry went on thrusting smoothly into her. Hermione grasped the table trying to brace herself against the rocking. She wasn’t having much luck. She kept slipping this way and that.
From the next room, Dobby and Winky tried to ignore the impassioned noises coming from the kitchen. Winky scowled at the thought of the mess she’d have to clean up, until Dobby called her on it.
“We is bonded to the greatest and kindest wizard in the world. He is bonding with the witch that means more to him than anything else. Mister Harry Potter sir, has seen far too much pain. He deserves this happiness!”
Winky flushed and nodded, ashamed to have thought of her own happiness before that of her master.
She reached for her ears when Dobby gently took her hands and spoke quietly. ‘There will be no punishing here. Mister Harry Potter sir does not allow it!”
Feeling the tingle that told him he was getting close, Harry began to drive furiously. The slap of flesh against wet flesh was loud in the room, and Hermione’s moaning cries were much louder!
He plowed into the gasping, crying woman on his kitchen table, intending, for damn sure, that he was going to get this last one!
He did. With a last mighty heave, Harry grunted harshly and erupted into the body of his beloved, pulsing deeply within her. Hermione cried out loudly as she felt herself being filled yet again. Harry fell on top of her, spent. He thought nothing of the nasty ‘crack’ he heard from the abused table.
Exhausted, Harry summoned his magic and thinking very carefully and deliberately, he apparated them into his bed. There, they fell into the deepest slumber. He still inside her.
Three hours later, Hermione woke, stiff and sore, to the call of nature. That last go had almost killed her, dead! She smiled widely in recall, thinking; ‘But what a way to go!’ and then eased herself from the bed. Stumbling to the bath, she visited the loo, than turned to the shower. Winky was there to greet her.
“Good afternoon, Miss Hermione Granger. How may Winky serve you today?”
“Good after…” She yawned widely, then finished. “…noon, Winky. What time is it?” She asked, stretching as far as she could. Hearing the pop and crackle of easing bones, she returned her attention to the helpful house-elf.
“It is five fourteen in the afternoon, Miss Hermione Granger.
“Oh. OK, That gives me a few hours. Winky, would you and Dobby see to it that Harry does not wake up until I return? He is very tired after all!” She shrugged her shoulders and rolled her head in an attempt to get the last kinks out.
“Yes, Winky knows. Winky and Dobby heard Miss and Master in the kitchen. Dobby had to repair the table!” Immediately Hermione blushed brightly.
“You heard?” She was mortified!
“Miss, from the noise you was making, it is only because of the silencing charms around this house, that the muggle please-men are not here!” Winky’s tone was admonishing, but she wore a cheerful smile that took the sting out of her rebuke.
Again, Hermione blushed, furiously. “Oh, my God!” She moaned in embarrassment.
Winky put her out of her misery. “You was saying?”
Hermione was startled by the segue, but recovered quickly. “Oh, yes. I’m going to shower, and then I’m going to talk to Ginny. Would you make sure Harry gets a peaceful sleep until I return?”
“Winky will do, Miss Hermione Granger.”
“Thank you, Winky.” Winky popped away, obviously intending to share her instructions with Dobby.
Hermione gratefully stepped into the steaming shower, letting the nearly scalding water sooth her aches. Those the water couldn’t reach, she handled with magic.
Hermione, now dressed in a deep hunter’s green woolen skirt, and maroon silk blouse, shrugged into a matching green, wool coat.
“Winky” she said , the little elf was picking up the dirty towels.
“Yes, Miss Hermione Granger. How may Winky serve …” as she turned to Hermione.
“I’ll be back later this evening. I may eat over at Ginny’s, so if I’m not here by seven, go ahead and wake Harry. Tell him I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“Winky will do, Miss Hermione Granger.” The house elf promised. Dobby nodded his head in agreement, then turned once more to his cleaning.
Hermione walked out the door, and apparated away.
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“Ah! Bon journo, Signore, et Signorella. . Benvenuto al ristorante’ Italiano del Thomaso.” (“Oh, Good day sir and Miss. Welcome to Thomaso’s Italian restaurant.”)
“Ainglez’ por favore’?” (“English, please?)
“Ah, si gratze’!” (“Oh, yes, thank you!”)
“Non si preoccupi. Otteniamo quello tutto il tempo. Ogni ragazza con anima in lei vena lo desidera. E tutti che passa fare per mantenera il suo abbastanza piccolo capa per adattare attraverso il portello!” (“Don’t worry. We get that all the time. Every girl with blood in her veins wants him. It’s all I can do to keep his head small enough to fit through the door!”)
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