Consensual Sex

From Darkness into Light–4

The final chapter. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Sr. Longo
CHAPTER 18
We left the house around 6:30 for our dinner reservation. I knew the restaurant was always crowded on the weekends, but this was ridiculous. I couldn’t find a place to park in their large lot. I finally found a space in a strip mall across the street. There was quite a line, but we had a reservation and we weren’t in a hurry. Suddenly, Marcie’s grip on my arm tightened. I looked forward in the line and saw why. My ex Amanda and Stewart were together at the head of the line. Amanda started when she turned and saw me. Stewart looked embarrassed and nervous. Paying more attention now I could hear Paul, the maitre d’ explain, “I am so sorry, but we are full all evening. Please come back another time.”
I could see Stewart looking for a way out—a way that would avoid us. Unfortunately, there was only one way—back the way he came. He stumbled as he approached, “Uh
I’m uh
sorry, Jack.”
“Why would you be, Stewart? Amanda is a beautiful woman and she’s single. Hello, Amanda.” I leaned in to kiss her cheek. Marcie followed my lead, hugging Stewart and air kissing Amanda. “Come on with me and let’s see if we can’t help you out.” I moved to the front of the line. “Good evening, Paul. Can you seat us at a table for four?”
“Of course, Mr. Anderson. This way, please.” We followed him to the table and, of course, he held the chairs for the ladies and opened their napkins. He left us with our menus and the wine list.
“This must be fate, Stewart. If you don’t mind I’d like to discuss your promotion for a few minutes before we eat.”
“Uh, what, Jack? Did you say promotion?”
“Yeah, I just dictated a couple of memos for Marcie this morning and I was going to see you tomorrow. I’m promoting you to Technical Director, and, of course, you’ll get a raise–$15,000. I have two reasons. First, I need someone I trust to keep an eye on things when I’m on a trip. Second, some of our younger techs need more supervision than I can give them. You’re the obvious choice, so to celebrate I’ll buy the dinner and the drinks. Speaking of which
.” Our waiter had just arrived so we ordered. We had a pleasant and cordial dinner. I wished the two of them luck when we left.
I met with Mary Lou during the week to finalize the profit sharing. I set a meeting for the following Wednesday—December 10th exactly as I promised.
I stood in front of the employees and I could see that they were nervous and expectant. “Congratulations, everyone. We had a great year with a profit of $2,157,207. I’m going to hold $357,207 in addition to whatever profit we have between now and end of the year for future needs. That leaves a million eight to be shared. Clericals and Ben you’ll share $378,000, or $23,625 each.” There was a roar in the room. Most of these people made less than $35,000 a year so this was a huge increase in their earnings. “Techs,” I continued, “you’re sharing $702,000, or $29,250. “We’re also going to have a holiday party next Saturday at Fontaine’s on Chambers Street—all the steak and lobster you want. Details will be coming in a memo tomorrow. Now, when I call your name come on up and get your check.” When I called Ben’s name I asked him, “Will you be bringing a date to the party, Ben?”
“Oh, yes, Jack. I’ll bring my girlfriend.” Most of the staff was shocked at this. They all knew that Ben never socialized.
“I hear she’s really hot, Ben.”
“The hottest, Jack—she’s downright beautiful.” I shook his hand, gave him his check and moved on. I wondered what everyone would say when he walked in with Sheila—my mother-in-law. I turned the meeting over to Mary Lou before we broke up. “I think most of you know that we’re really slow between Christmas and New Year’s. Jack has agreed to close up, so you all will get a week with pay. Marcie will monitor the answering machine twice a day and Jack and Stewart will handle anything that comes up. So, enjoy, people!” There was more cheering as we returned to work.
Ben had been making up for lost time, engaging with Sheila in one form of sex or another every single day, even during her period. Ben learned that she was extremely horny at that time so he was sure to take extra good care of her then. He often gave her oral at that time, knowing how much she loved it. The presence of blood in her pussy meant nothing to him; he was devoted to servicing her sexually. Tonight would be no different.
Ben came to see Sheila straight from work as was his custom. He was beaming about his profit-sharing check. He earned $35,000 a year so his bonus was a big increase, almost 70 percent. He had good reason to be up. Sheila met him at the door with her usual kiss. It was long and wet and hot. Never were their kisses just pecks on the cheeks. They always kissed with the utmost passion.
“Uh
Sheila, there’s going to be a Holiday Party next Saturday.”
“How nice. Are you trying to tell me something, Ben,” she asked, trying to be coy. She knew how shy he was and she thought that getting him to speak up was part of her job.
“Um, yes, uh
Sheila. I uh
”
“Ben, if you want something you have to ask for it. Now, come on, you can do it. I have faith in you.”
“Uh
Sheila, I want to go to the party. Will you go with me?” He sighed in relief when he was done.
“Of course, Ben. I would have been there even if you hadn’t asked me. Marcie told me about it, but I’d much rather go with you, darling. I love you.”
Ben stood there—shocked
amazed. He had wanted to tell her so many times but was afraid she would say it was too soon. He broke down and cried, but they were tears of joy. Sheila knew this and led him to the couch. She removed her blouse and bra. Ben knew he was to suckle; it always calmed him.
Sheila ran her hands through his hair. “I know you love me, too, Ben. I think we should be a real couple, don’t you?”
“Yes, I love you more than anything, Sheila. You’ve helped me in so many ways.” He had slipped to his knees while he was speaking so he continued, “Sheila, I’ve practiced this so many times while running. It’s the only way I could build up my nerve. Will you
marry me?” He was holding his breath, eyes closed, praying for her answer—the answer to his prayers.
“Oh, Ben
you have come so far since our first time together. All you could say then was ‘yes, Ma’am’ or ‘no, Ma’am.’ Do you remember? I’m glad you asked me, Ben. It means I won’t have to tell you to marry me. Yes, Ben
I will. I have loved you since our first weekend together when it was all I could do to get you to fuck me. You’ve made a lot of progress in that area, too, haven’t you? Now
I have a question for you.”
“Why don’t you just tell me, Sheila?”
“This isn’t something one decides alone, Ben. I went to the doctor last week. She told me my reproductive system was in excellent condition. Do you know what I’m saying, Ben?”
“Uh, no, Sheila
I don’t.”
“I’m asking if you think you’d like to be a father
the father of my child—our child. I’d love to have your baby, Ben. I think you’d be a wonderful father. We’re both ‘older’ but definitely not too old. That’s what I was trying to tell you.” Ben was speechless. He’d never thought of ever getting married, let alone being a parent. He looked up at Sheila, his wife-to-be, and smiled. Then he nodded and it was done. Sheila reached down and kissed him again and again and again. “Come on, I think we should tell Marcie and Jack.
Later,” she said with a wink, “we’ll have a big celebration.” She stopped off in her kitchen to wash his face then led him to the back door of the house. “Marcie? Jack? Are you home?”
“In the living room, Mother—c’mon in.” Hand in hand she pulled Ben with her.
“I just want you to know I’ll be going to the Holiday Party with my fiancĂ©.” It took a second to register but then Marcie and Jack were on their feet hugging and kissing the happy couple.
“I think this calls for a celebration. Let’s go out to eat, shall we?”
“Sorry, Jack,” Ben replied, “we’re planning a little celebration of our own.” Jack, Marcie, and Sheila were shocked. They had never heard Ben speak so assertively. Sheila kissed his cheek, took his arm, and led him away knowing her little flower had bloomed at last. She turned and winked at Marcie just before turning the corner.
Marcie and I returned to the couch. We were stunned. We had hoped and prayed that things would work out for them, but never did we think they would marry. I looked at Marcie; she had the biggest smile on her face. “What,” I asked in my confusion.
“Mom told me she was thinking of speaking to him about it, but did you see that wink? She was telling me that he asked her first. Can you imagine that—shy submissive Ben finding the internal strength to ask her to marry him? What a night. You don’t expect me to cook on a night like this, do you?”
“I guess not. I offered them dinner out, so why not you? What would you like? Steak? Italian? Chinese? Burger?”
“None of the above—I think I’d enjoy
you.” She tried to give me her most demure look. She failed.
“OK, but I do have to eat something with some calories in it. You’re delicious, but definitely no-cal.” I rose from the couch, extended my hand and threw her over my shoulder when she took it. I shifted her into a fireman’s carry. She was laughing hysterically as I carried her down the hall to our bedroom. I tossed her onto the bed. “Strip, wench! I desire you!” Marcie laughed like crazy, but instead started to remove MY clothes. In seconds I was naked while she was clothed. I was reminded of some sleazy porn movie. Marcie pulled me onto the bed, rolled me over and climbed between my legs.
“Time out!” I called, “No fair; don’t I get a chance to do you?”
“If I recall correctly I got to choose what to eat and I picked you. Who said anything about you doing anything
other than cumming in my throat? Now lie back and enjoy. I’m really hungry—starving, in fact.” She stroked my cock and took one of my balls into her mouth. She massaged it with her tongue as it rolled around in her mouth. Marcie pulled back, allowing it to pop from her lips. She leaned down a bit and licked my asshole—that was a shock! I’d never imagined her doing anything like that. It sent jolts of electricity through my body as I gasped in dismay. She moved back to my cock licking all around and up and down my shaft. Oh God, she was driving me crazy. I wanted—no
 I needed to cum. When Marcie wrapped those sweet lips around my cock I was done. My muscles contracted involuntarily, driving my hips into the air and my cock into her throat. I came hard as my semen shot straight into her stomach. I lay back, drained, as Marcie cleaned my cock.
“Had your fill? My turn now?”
“I have to admit—it was tasty and there sure was a lot of it, but I think I’ll be hungry for more again in an hour.”
“An hour? I’m not 25, you know.”
“Big deal—you’re 32. Trying to tell me you don’t want another in an hour?” She sounded serious but we both knew she was only teasing me.
“Truce? We both know I’ll never have enough of you and I hope you’ll never have enough of me, so why don’t I help you out of those clothes so I can have a turn then maybe we can both have a turn. I wouldn’t mind fucking you.”
“OK, truce. I want to talk to you about something important.” I leaned forward, concern etched onto my face. “I think I’m changing my mind—I want to have a baby. I know I told you I wanted to work and travel with you and I still do, but I really want your baby. Are you upset with me?”
I sat up and pulled her to me. “How could I possibly be upset about something like that? I have always wanted a family, you know that. I think you should go off the pill—now, this very minute. I love you so much, Marcie. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a wife. Now, can I please fuck you?”
“Well
if you put it that way,” she made believe she was pouting, her lower lip extended. I reached out and grabbed it, pulling her closer for an amazing kiss. ‘OK, after that I think I’ll let you, but only if I can be on top.”
“Hate to say this, but if you want to get pregnant we’ll be doing a lot of missionary.”
“I don’t care
just as long as we do it every day, besides it will take a month or more to become fertile again.” I whispered that I loved her as I removed her blouse and bra. I lifted her to her knees so I could remove her skirt, slip, and panties. I laid back so she could massage my cock back to hardness. She smiled as it began to grow. It was about 85 percent there when she straddled me and her cunt engulfed me. She began to rock. I placed my hands on her hips as I joined her, thrusting into her hot tight hole. “I think I’m going to enjoy staying home as a mother. I’ve loved my job and I love seeing you all day and all night, but having a baby!”
“Don’t get too excited, being a mother is a lot of work—day and night. At least I’ll get to go to work so I can catch a nap.” Marcie laughed and “punched” me, but she giggled and soon we were laughing and fucking. We were having such a wonderful time together. Later, after we had both cum multiple times, we were both so tired. I nuked a couple of cans of ravioli for our dinner.
Sheila and Ben showered. Ben especially needed it. He was often so nervous that he sweated through his clothes. They washed each other tenderly—with love. No longer was Ben shy about touching her. He even welcomed the occasional finger up his asshole. He was tempted to do it to Sheila, but he wasn’t quite that daring. He would melt if she reprimanded him. Once they were dry she led him to the bed. Instead of climbing in to make love Sheila sat him next to her, “Ben, remember when I told you that I would go on the pill? I told you we could fuck without any protection, didn’t I? But, we’ve always used condoms. You are such a wonderful patient man that you never asked me why. Now I’m going to explain. When I saw the doctor I told her I was pretty sure this night would come and, hopefully, soon. She advised me not to do it. It could take between one and three months for me to become fertile again. I didn’t want to wait that long, so I made you use the condoms. Now, darling, I had another reason. I wanted this night to be special—the most special night in our lives so far. We’re engaged and we want a family. What could be more special than that?”
“Only thing I can think of Sheila would be having the baby.”
“You’re right, Ben. You’re so smart, did you know that? Now, I think we’ve talked long enough, don’t you? I want to feel you in my pussy and I want you to feel me, too.” She turned her head as her lips met his. Ben was putty in her hands. He would never be able to resist her kisses. Sheila kissed him one more time and rolled onto the bed. She pointed to her pussy and Ben scrambled on after her. “Missionary, Ben; I want to keep the semen in. Afterwards, I’ll l stay here for another fifteen minutes. Dr. Mays says that should be long enough.”
“It feels funny not to use a condom.”
“Trust me, Ben. After this you’ll never want to use one again. C’mon
you know what to do.” Sheila was so proud of Ben. As he became more familiar with her body he lost much of the nervousness that had plagued him earlier in the relationship. He ran his naked cock head up and down her slit several times. Her heat and the softness of her labia on his cock surprised him. This had to be the very best day of his life. He looked up at Sheila who nodded her consent as he made his first push. Oh, God—she felt so fantastic. He pushed a little farther and stopped. He needed to suckle before he imploded. “OK, Ben, I know you’re excited. Take a few minutes at my teat to calm yourself. This has been a big day for you. I’m surprised you’ve been able to make it this far. Take your time; I love when you do this, but you’ll have to stop when I’m breast feeding. I’ll need all my milk for the baby.”
Ben suckled for a few minutes. Sheila could see the pulsing in his neck slow. She knew he was almost ready. Sure enough, Ben moved up, smiled at her, and returned to her slit. Up and down her ran his cock until it was coated with her sweet secretions. He pushed in an inch then two. Soon he was in four inches. He pulled back and thrust forward again. He relaxed when he was seated in her silky smooth pussy. “Oh, Sheila, it feels heavenly, so much better than with the condom.” He pulled out and thrust back in. Ben began a slow rhythm that Sheila matched. She raised her legs, changing the sensations Ben was experiencing. When she wrapped her legs around him she pulled him all the way into her. Ben’s body was working on automatic pilot. It functioned on its own—no thinking required. His pace increased as he neared the most important orgasm of his fifty years.
Sheila reached down between them to stimulate her clit. She, too, was incredibly excited. The prospect of marrying and conceiving was just as overwhelming to her as it was to Ben. Unfortunately, she couldn’t reach her own teat to suckle and she had to be strong for Ben. Their pace increased with their need. It was almost ten minutes when their time ran out. Need overtook them. Sheila shook in spasm; Ben made one hard final thrust as his sperm-laden semen flooded her womb. Ben was exhausted, but sublimely happy. He had never experienced anything like this. Fucking Sheila was awesome, but doing it naked—flesh upon flesh—was indescribable. He knelt, his cock popping out of her, and held her legs on his shoulders, saving her the exertion and energy. “Well done, Ben—with luck you’ll soon be a dad.” Ben beamed from her compliment. He loved Sheila more than life itself.
The following day Sheila picked Ben up at noon to get their license. Marcie had told the receptionist to expect her so she walked first to Marcie’s desk. They hugged and kissed until Ben arrived. Then Sheila kissed Ben. They held hands out the door. Everyone still in the building knew about the encounter by 12:10; the rest by the time they returned at 1:00. I was in a meeting with Stewart and a junior tech when one of the accounts receivable clerks walked in. “Sorry to interrupt—I just saw Ben with his girlfriend. Wow, Ben really did good. She’s very attractive. Who would have thought—Ben?”
Stewart commented, “Gee, I heard you talking to him at the meeting yesterday, but I thought he was kidding.”
“No, Stewart, he’s definitely not kidding. I know her and she is really something. I’ll introduce you at the party. I’m sure she’ll be there.” I let the rest slide until then.
CHAPTER 19
Marcie and I stood at the door to Fontaine’s, one of the best prime steak houses in our area. I had heard that it once belonged to Frank Fontaine the old-time singer/comedian from the Jack Benny and Jackie Gleason shows. Of course, Marcie knew nothing about him. I bought the place for the entire evening. It was expensive, but worth every penny. We decided to have assigned seats so we could get everyone to meet other employees they might otherwise never get to know. Each employee had a new i-pad at his/her seat as a gift from Marcie and me. Ben and Sheila had driven with us and had helped with the gifts and seat cards. They were at our table along with Mary Lou and her husband, Ed.
I made a short welcoming speech, thanking everyone for their hard work during the year. I mentioned Bill Wells, saying how pleased he would be with how everything had turned out. “Finally, I know everyone is wondering about Ben’s date, or perhaps I should have said fiancĂ© for Ben has told us that he and Sheila will wed on Christmas Eve. I’m pleased that I will be the best man and that Marcie will be the matron of honor. Best of all, Ben is about to become my father-in-law. Sheila is Marcie’s mother.” There was applause and shouts like, ‘Way to go, Ben!’ from the crew. I finished and the DJ began the music. I wasn’t surprised to see Sheila lead Ben to the dance floor. Sheila had spent much of the past week teaching him to dance. He shuffled around, but isn’t that what most of us do?
The party was a huge success—the food was great, the DJ was great, and everyone came to congratulate Ben. As shy as Ben was he was also liked and admired by all in the firm. He was helpful to a fault and he never lost his temper despite the sometimes impossible requests made by his coworkers. The only time Ben had shown any aggression was when he was running. Sheila had insisted that he continue even though he would often have preferred to be with her. “You need to have other interests, Ben, and running is so good for you. You have wonderful stamina for a man your age. You need that when you’re with me. I’m insatiable when it comes to you. You know that.” Ben complied with her wishes as he always did. He knew who was in charge of their relationship and had been ever since their first night together.
We went to work the following Monday and Tuesday then closed that evening for the holiday. We were up early Wednesday morning for the wedding. Marcie and I took the lucky couple out for breakfast. It was obvious that Ben was nervous.
“Ben gets nervous a lot. I usually allow him to suckle at my breast to calm himself, but I can’t do it here so he’ll have to wait until we get home.” Instead she held him to her breast and kissed his head.
“Relax, buddy you should have seen me when Marcie and I got married. I was cool on the outside, but on the inside it was worse than my encounter with Tom Petersen.” Marcie pretended to be upset as she threw her napkin at me. Our antics had the desired effect—we all laughed, including Ben. After that he was fine. We walked together into Town Hall and upstairs to the Justice’s office. They said their vows, I gave Ben and Sheila the rings, they kissed, and it was done. They were officially man and wife. I shook Ben’s hand and kissed my mother-in-law. Marcie kissed and hugged both and we walked out. I kidded Ben about his good timing. Now he’d be able to file his taxes as joint rather than single. We went home. Later Marcie and I would treat them to a fine lunch, but now she gave her mother our gift, a check for $10,000.
Ben would move from his apartment the day after Christmas bringing only his clothing and his trophies from his running successes. He also had some family photos, although judging from what they’d done to him I guessed all would be happier with them in the trash. Sheila had asked him about his family in an attempt to learn why he was so submissive. She learned that he had grown up on a large farm. His father was always busy with the chores and the crops so raising the family fell to his domineering and demanding mother. Ben had four siblings, all girls and all much older than he was—Ben had been the product of an accidental and unintended pregnancy. His sisters had bullied him and sometimes even beaten him into submission to get their way. His father was no help. He wanted a he-man for a son; Ben was slender and shy. His father’s idea of a manly sport was football or baseball, not what he called a sissy sport like running. Even when Ben won the county cross country meet twice, there was no compliment from his father. Ben’s only salvation came when he received a full scholarship to the state university which, fortunately, was more than a hundred miles away—away from all the problems at home from the domineering women. He left for his freshman year and never returned. He worked and went to summer school every year until he graduated. Then he was fortunate to find employment with William Wells in the safe mailroom. He’d been there ever since.
Sheila and Ben relaxed in our living room while Marcie and I made some final touches to our decorations. Marcie was very curious when I put her presents—three boxes –under the tree. All three boxes were much larger than their contents. I knew Marcie. She’d turn and shake all three in an effort to find out what they were, but I was too smart for that—I hoped. Thank God tomorrow was Christmas Day. I also brought out our gifts for Mom and Ben.
We took them out for lunch, running into Stewart and Amanda, so we asked them to join us. I noticed Amanda’s finger—it had a ring on it. I took her hand and checked it out. “Oh, you sly dog, Stewart; when were you going to tell us?”
“After the holiday–or maybe if we had to go to work–next week; we’re both very happy.” They were—I could see it in their faces. I’d had my problems with Amanda, but that was ancient history. I had Marcie now and that was all that mattered.
Changing the subject, I asked Amanda, “Have you heard the latest about Tom?”
“I’m past him now. I really couldn’t care. Stewart and I are making a fresh start. I’ve told him all about everything, including how I abused and cheated on you. He still wants me for some reason.”
“I’m glad you told him. I really think that honesty is essential in any relationship. But, getting back to Tom, the D.A. phoned me last week. Tom is still threatening to kill me almost every time he opens his mouth, even after more than three months of intensive therapy. The judge has mandated that he stay in the state hospital until he shows signs of being cured. The D.A. told me the doctors doubt that will ever happen. They think he’ll be there for life. I hate the bastard, but
.”
Marcie put her finger to my lips. “We’re here to celebrate
a marriage and an engagement. I don’t want you getting upset because of something you can’t control. Let’s just have fun and enjoy the company.” Good advice as usual from my lovely wife.
Ben and Sheila retired to their apartment once we were home. That was hardly a surprise. Marcie had told me that they made love every single day—usually multiple times—according to her mother. Boy, what women talk about! Men can be pretty crude at times, but few of us talk about sex with our wives. Marcie and I relaxed in the living room. She walked suddenly to the garage and came back struggling with a really big box. I offered to help her, but no—not going to happen. “Oh, sure—you accuse me of wanting to shake my presents and now you want to handle yours. You’re just going to wait until tomorrow, unless you want to make some accommodation, like opening them now.”
“Marcie,” I replied, “you are so transparent. You just want to get into your presents. Admit it!”
“OK, I admit it—I’m like a kid in a candy shop.” I laughed and pulled her onto my lap. “Tell you what; you can open the green one.”
“Really? You mean it?” I nodded as she went for the box. She really was like a kid at Christmas. She tore into the wrapping and opened the box. The look in her eyes when she saw the second box was priceless. She took it out and gave me a dirty look. I nodded and she opened it. Inside was a small box labeled, “The George Burns and Gracie Allen Collection—1950.”
“Is this the one I remind you of? How do you know about her? You’re not that much older than me?” I explained how my mom and dad loved their comedy and how we had watched this channel of retro shows. I took one of the DVD’s and put it into the player. We sat back and laughed. They were as funny now as they were more than sixty years ago. We had a wonderful afternoon laughing at and with each other.
We phoned Sheila to see if they were coming up for air yet. We offered them pizza, but they declined, wanting to spend the day alone with each other. I couldn’t blame them, Marcie and I felt the same when we were first married—hell, we still did. I ordered a pizza and delivery so we wouldn’t have to go out. The weather wasn’t all that great and I always worried about drunks on the road during the holidays.
We finished dinner around ten so I gave Marcie three options—stay up until midnight and open our gifts, wait until tomorrow morning, or open them now. I wasn’t the least surprised that she chose door number three. We moved to the tree. Marcie sat on the floor as she took her second box into her hands. Again there was a box within a box and this one held “The Jackie Gleason Collection.”
She held the final and started to shake it. “I wouldn’t.” was all I said. She opened it and found a small square blue velvet box, about eight inches on a side and an inch thick. Opening the lid her eyes went as big as saucers. She looked at me and back to the box. “Oh, Jack
they’re beautiful.”
“Well, c’mon over here and I’ll put them on you.” She was almost shaking as she placed the box into my hands. I removed her earrings and replaced them with the emerald and diamond bangles. I took the emerald and diamond necklace and fastened it around her slender neck. Finally I slipped the exquisite ring onto her finger. She jumped up to look in the mirror. “Jack, these must have cost you a fortune.”
“They did, but you’re worth every penny and you look so beautiful in them. You’d also look beautiful in rags.” She kissed me for an awfully long time, grinding her lips into mine as her tongue danced in my mouth.
She broke the kiss and brought my gifts to me. I opened the first to find a set of golf clubs. “You need a hobby; you work too much and too hard. Dorothy Wells has called me three times to invite you to play at her club.” I had to agree. I just didn’t know if golf was the diversion I needed or wanted. I knew one thing. If I was going to learn the game I wanted Marcie to learn it, too. My next gift was a new golf bag and shoes. Finally was an envelope—a gift certificate for ten lessons from the Stonehurst club pro.
I pulled her up and whispered in her ear—time for our daily practice. She gave me a wicked grin and led me to the bedroom. We slowly undressed each other. There was at least one long kiss for each garment, including one for each sock and shoe. We stood together caressing each other. I ran my hands up and down her back, ending at her butt. They stayed there for several minutes. Marcie leaned back and looked up at my face, “Oh, you are so predictable.”
“I can’t help it; I’m in love with your butt
among many other things.” I kissed her again and maneuvered her to the bed.
“Very predictable,” she joked as she rolled on top of me. My hard cock was between our bodies as she rubbed her pussy into it, making it even harder, if possible, and covering it with her secretions. I kissed her again and rubbed her butt, squeezing her cheeks with my hands. “Yes,” she kidded, “extremely predictable; next you’ll probably want to fuck me.”
“Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I? You’re beautiful, incredibly sexy and for some even more incredible reason you’re in love with me.”
“I don’t know about the first two, but the last—definitely. I am so terribly in love with you and I have been for years. Instead of cooling down, I’m getting hotter for you every day. You’re one of the most generous, kindest men I’ve ever known and you’re kind of sexy yourself, too.”
I shook my head. “If I’m so sexy, why aren’t you fucking me? You’re on top. Do I have to manhandle you, or what?” She lifted her body and slid down my thick hard cock. Marcie closed her eyes as her pussy was stretched almost to the breaking point. She had told me many times that this was her favorite part of fucking—the stretching of her tissues as my cock disappeared within her body. It was also one of my favorite parts, too, but then I loved everything about fucking her—absolutely everything. Sometimes I almost hated cumming because it meant an end to our fun.
Now I was rising to meet Marcie as she pushed her big clit into me. Her eyes were still closed. I knew she did that to concentrate on what was happening to her cunt. I could feel it pulse around my cock as I drove into her repeatedly until she clenched her muscles around me. I blew into her five times. She grunted every time I did until she froze for a second then shook and shuddered wildly. I pulled her to me, afraid she might hurt herself. We rested until our breathing had returned to normal. I pulled the blanket over us, kissed her soft lips and whispered, “Merry Christmas, you’re the best present I ever got.” She kissed me briefly and we were asleep.
CHAPTER 20
Christmas morning was wonderful. We shared our gifts with Sheila and Ben who looked even more tired than we were. I had weeks ago offered to take us out for dinner but was outvoted. Instead Ben had volunteered to bake what he called his famous Maple Ham. I was willing to help, but was shooed out of the kitchen by Sheila. Instead, Marcie and I watched another Burns and Allen CD. Once again we howled at the ditzy Gracie and her deadpan husband George Burns. She reminded me so much of Marcie. After one episode she actually admitted it, “She does remind me of me–not all the time, but some of the time.”
“Maybe I should take up cigar smoking. Then I could be George to your Gracie.” She shook her head violently, “No smoking. I want you to live a long time
with me.” We had just finished another episode when the phone rang. It was Stewart and Amanda wishing us a merry Christmas. We chatted for a while and I could see Marcie pantomiming. I nodded “OK” and asked Stewart what they were doing for dinner.
“Not much, I hate going out on holidays. The menu is always limited and the food is usually lousy. All the waiters wish they were home.”
“Have I got an offer for you! Come on over here. Ben is making his famous ham
no, I haven’t had it yet, but you know Ben, he’s not the type to brag. Marcie insists there’s plenty of food, and no, I don’t want you to bring anything other than your fiancĂ©. OK, come whenever. I think we’re eating around six.”
They came over around three. I made the introductions for Amanda, commenting only briefly that she was my ex. Marcie brought out some hors d’oeuvre’s. We all chatted amiably, full of the holiday spirit until it was time for dinner. I had to admit the ham smelled fantastic. Ben brought in the platter with the whole ham. It was covered thickly in a maple syrup glaze and there were dozens of cloves placed into parallel grooves he had cut into the ham. Ben removed several dozen cloves and expertly carved several slices for each of us. I could see Sheila beaming at her husband. I was praying the ham would taste as good as it looked. For once my prayers were answered; it was the best, the most delicious ham I had ever eaten. Apparently, I wasn’t alone in my assessment. Ben received many compliments for his cooking, but not well. He began hyperventilating and might have become physically ill had not Sheila taken him into the next room.
I assured Stewart and Amanda that he’d be OK, “Sheila has a special treatment for him. They’ll be back in a few minutes.” Sure enough, he was. We did our best to be careful with him. We all knew how fragile he could be.
As Mary Lou had predicted business was dead between Christmas and New Year’s Day. I was glad I’d given the staff the week off. The business could be pretty hectic at times and it was great to have some time to recharge. We stayed home New Year’s Eve, eating Chinese take-out and playing board games like Parcheesi. We had a real blast. It got even better when we played one of the Burns and Allen DVD’s. Even Sheila noticed the similarity between Gracie and Marcie. I was glad for the rest because when we returned to work the shit really hit the fan.
The phone rang almost non-stop on January 2nd. I couldn’t believe how busy we were. I spoke to Stewart and we agreed to suspend on-site work until things calmed down. We couldn’t afford to spend days doing nothing but traveling. I also arranged for Saturday work, promising two days off in the future for each one worked now. All our employees were salaried. As such they weren’t entitled to overtime.
We were so busy that I completely lost track of time. One day, I think it was a Wednesday, Marcie reminded me that we had a doctor’s appointment the following afternoon. It skipped my mind until the next day around 2:30 when Ben asked if he could leave an hour early. I OK’d it and stepped outside my office just in time to see Marcie gathering up her coat and hat. “I’m glad you remembered, Jack. Let’s go.” I closed my office and drove. Marcie and I had “practiced” every day in missionary. Now we were seeing her gynecologist. She was about two weeks late so we were extremely hopeful.
I hated going to the doctor; it was usually a complete waste of time. I almost always knew what my problem was and what to do about it, so why bother? This time was the exception. We were hoping for the best of news. We waited in the office for what seemed to be forever. Being the only male in the waiting room didn’t help, but suddenly I found a familiar face. Ben and Sheila walked in as surprised to see us as we were to see them. We chatted until we were called, but neither of us said a word about why we were there. Dr. Mays had Marcie pee on several home pregnancy sticks. They all came up positive. She tested Marcie’s blood and that was conclusive. We walked out hoping to see her mother, but they were obviously in one of the exam rooms so we went home.
We sat there nervously waiting for them. We were going to celebrate and we wanted them with us. We were home perhaps an hour when we heard Mom call from the back door. She walked in and announced, “I have some news.”
“So do I,” replied Marcie.
“OK, you go first,” said Mom.
“No, you,” Marcie replied.
“Oh, geez—why don’t you go together, you know, at the same time?” I was getting frustrated.
They counted down together, “One
two
three
I’M PREGNANT!” I didn’t know who was more shocked. We all stood there for a minute until we rushed together, hugging and kissing and giving our mutual congratulations. Just when I thought we had calmed down Marcie and Sheila hugged again and began that jumping up and down that only women can do.
CHAPTER 21
I’d never for a second thought that Sheila and Ben would have a child, but then I never thought that they would marry either which goes to show how little I know about people. After all the jumping and hugging had died down, we took Sheila and Ben to dinner. We talked then and throughout the night until we all had to get to sleep. Three of us had to work; we were still swamped. The biggest issue was where Sheila and Ben would live. The apartment was fine for one or two, but not for a growing family. A child would require another room that didn’t exist there. They needed a house and I had just the one they needed.
I phoned Amanda and asked her to show the house to my in-laws. They liked it, especially the location—close to work so Ben could run there and back, and on a lightly traveled road. There was a good sized lot, but I already knew that having grown up there. I agreed to buy it and rent it to them for $100 a month.
Amanda was glad to be out of there and I was glad to own my family’s home again so it was clearly a win-win situation. Mom agreed to move into our place if needed during a business trip although I wasn’t so sure I wanted our baby left behind while we traveled.
Marcie and I wanted to celebrate our good luck and that meant a night of really great sex. We were up so late the night we learned she was pregnant that we had to delay until the following night. We brought home sandwiches and salads from a deli so we wouldn’t waste a second. We were in the shower and out before eight and in bed when the living room clock struck the hour. I laid there on my side with Marcie savoring her feel of her long slender body against mine. We kissed often, telling each other how much we were in love. We must have cuddled for an hour when Marcie grew impatient. She threw her leg over mine, making her hot pussy accessible to me. Her hand guided me to her slit and into her core. I can’t say it was the best position lying on our sides like that, but Marcie’s pussy always felt
wonderful
fantastic, and this was no different. We moved slowly for several minutes, exploring the new sensations as we continued to kiss and rub our bodies against each other.
Without warning, Marcie pushed me onto my back. “I can get up here again now that I’m pregnant. I’ve missed it.” She straddled my hips and impaled herself on my thick cock. “I have missed this, not that missionary is bad. Any time your cock is in me is just so
it makes me tingle all over.”
I leaned forward to kiss her again. “It does a lot for me, too. Why do you think I want to do it all the time? Sure, I want to cum—who doesn’t, but with you the journey is even better.” She fell forward and kissed me passionately, her tongue exploring my mouth and teeth as she gripped my head forcefully. When she finished she sucked my lower lip into her mouth and nibbled gently. I had never been so turned on in my life. I drove my cock deep into her, exactly as she loved it. I was so vigorous that I lifted her off the bed time and time again until I exploded into her. I could see her eyes flutter as her orgasm ripped through her body. She shook for several seconds before landing gently on my chest. I rubbed her back and kissed her cheek until she calmed and rested. I told her over and over how much I loved her. I could never tell her often enough.
I became a frequent visitor as did Ben to the OB/GYN office. That’s where I learned that women living together often find their periods coinciding. We had fucked every day for months and so had my mother-in-law and Ben. We had no idea when either Sheila or Marcie had conceived, but we were amateurs at this. Dr. Mays had no trouble determining the date—not exactly, but within a day or two. Sheila had conceived almost a month to the day before Marcie. Her baby would be born in early September; Marcie was due four weeks later in October.
With all the growth in the company I decided to implement a 401(k) program. The firm would match contributions up to $5,000. The match would reduce our profit, but the money was going to the employees so I doubted anyone would complain. We held a meeting late one afternoon once business had returned to normal. I opened the session, turning it over to Mary Lou for the details. “Welcome, again everyone—I have some news for all of you before we get to the gist of the meeting. I’m sure you’d like to know that Marcie and I are expecting.” I hesitated while everyone applauded. “And, I know you’ll be thrilled to learn that Ben is also going to be a father.” This news was greeted by cheering. “And, not only has Stewart recently married, but his wife is also pregnant.” I didn’t mention that he had married my ex–that was for Stewart to decide. Then I turned the meeting over to Mary Lou.
I added two new employees and a new division—Training and Education—hiring two young and attractive female teachers. I wanted people who knew how to structure and evaluate lessons and I could pay much more than the local school districts. Marcie teased me, but I knew what would hold the attention of our clients, and guys weren’t it. Then I decided we had enough—no more growth. We had forty-eight employees; that was probably more than I wanted. I had learned that the more employees, the more problems. Thank God I had Mary Lou to deal with them.
Business was booming so I decided to raise our rates. It was the first increase in more than four years so none of the clients objected. I went on twenty client trips by July and took Marcie on all of them, but in July I decided she had to stop. I wasn’t taking any chances with the health and safety of our child. We had a sonogram at four months but we decided not to learn the baby’s sex. We learned that Sheila and Ben had made the same decision.
I knew that raising a baby would be a lot of work, but I never realized that the months before the birth could be hectic, too. Marcie wanted the room papered so we had to pick out the pattern and, not knowing the sex meant the selection was difficult. Then there was the furniture—just picking that out took weeks. Marcie was also closely involved with her mother and that took a lot of her time, too. As much time as we spent I had to admit it was also a lot of fun. We were planning for our family
for our future together.
By July Marcie was showing her pregnancy, her slender body bulging with the growing fetus. I teased her several times that she looked like an olive on a toothpick, the kind one would find in a martini. She scowled at me and then we both laughed, hugging and kissing madly. We always wound up in bed holding and touching and caressing and loving each other. We still saw Sheila and Ben often, but not every day was we had when Sheila had lived with us. I turned the apartment into a home office and den. Marcie and I especially enjoyed sitting in front of the fireplace in the cool weather, the heat blowing out to us from the red hot embers. In the summer we turned on the air conditioning, relaxing in the cool climate-controlled room.
I was in my office at work one day in mid-July when Ben asked to see me. His face showed concern. I sat him at the conference table while I asked Marcie to get us coffee. “What’s up, Ben? You look worried.”
“I am, Jack. It’s Sheila—she’s having trouble with the baby. Dr. Mays said it’s to be expected because of her age. I don’t know what to do. I’d be lost without her.”
“Don’t jump to conclusions, Ben. Women are much stronger than we are. We hate to admit it, but it’s true. Does Dr. Mays know how bad she is?”
“That’s what worries me, Jack. She won’t tell Dr. Mays. You know I can’t make her. What can I do?” I called Marcie to join us and explained the problem. I told her to take the afternoon off. She left immediately, taking my car.
Marcie returned just before five. “I hope I didn’t get Ben into trouble,” she told me. “I went to see her and forced her to see Dr. Mays immediately. She wasn’t pleased to hear about it. She’s ordered Mom to bed for the remainder of her term. Can I take some time off? I need to be with her. I think we should tell Ben, too.” I called down to the mailroom; Ben almost ran to my office.
“Ben,” I began, “Marcie took Sheila to see Dr. Mays. She’s OK, but she has to stay in bed for the rest of her pregnancy. Marcie will take time off from work to help her. We’ll drive you home this afternoon. I know you’re concerned.” Ben was almost in tears as we left the building. He rushed into the house and ran into their bedroom. Sheila was there as he fell to his knees by the bed.
“I don’t blame you, darling. You showed incredible strength by telling Jack. You might have saved my life. I’m sorry I was so stubborn. Come here so I can kiss you.” They were engaged in the long deep kiss when Marcie and I walked in.
Marcie cleared her throat and smiled when they broke apart. “I’m glad to see you’re not angry at Ben, Mother. Shall I make dinner for you?” Ben thanked her again and said he would do it. Dinner was one of his responsibilities and he enjoyed serving his wife every night. From now on they’d eat here in the bedroom. We kissed Sheila and hugged Ben then took our leave. Marcie told her she would be back at nine tomorrow morning.
The last two months of Sheila’s pregnancy were difficult—a nightmare, actually. I didn’t know if she would make it, but somehow she did. The baby, a beautiful girl, was taken by C-section to save Sheila the stress of natural birth. Dr. Mays tied her tubes during the surgery. It was what Sheila and Ben wanted. Their love for each other was expressed daily; something they wanted to continue once Sheila was able. The threat of another pregnancy that could kill Sheila would ruin that and destroy Ben at the same time.
Marcie also struggled in the last month of her pregnancy. She wasn’t ill, but she was tired of carrying an extra twenty pounds around, tired of having to pee almost every hour, and tired of pain in her back. I was sympathetic, of course. I rubbed her feet and massaged her back. I ate her pussy until Dr. Mays forbade sex of any kind. Like many other women with their first child, Marcie was late, holding the baby for an extra ten days when Dr. Mays gave an ultimatum—she would induce labor if Marcie wasn’t ready in another four days.
I was at work and Marcie was at home resting when she called me. I ran out like I’ve never run before. I tore home in the Porsche. I bundled her into the SUV—it was much easier getting in and out than the 911. I phoned Dr. Mays on the way to the hospital. I just prayed it wasn’t false labor. Marcie was taken to a room while I phoned Sheila. She was almost back to normal five weeks after the birth. She and Ben had named the girl Samantha—Samantha Marcie Randolph, a beautiful name for a beautiful baby. I had tried to talk with Marcie about a name, but she refused until the baby was born. I turned to Marcie and held her hand. I wiped her forehead with a towel and brought her water to drink. I was there when Dr. Mays arrived. Her scrubs and cap showed she was ready. I excused myself to use the men’s room and while I was gone Marcie’s water broke. Now I was really nervous. I phoned Sheila to tell her; I didn’t know what else to do.
Marcie called me to her. “Please stay here next to me, Jack. I’ll need your strength to help me.” Oh God, Marcie was relying on me and I was a nervous wreck. I stood by her head and kissed her cheek as I ran my fingers through her hair. I knew some fathers-to-be would take videos of the birth, but I thought that was in poor taste. Who could I show it to? Marcie would kill me. I’d rather be here where I could encourage her, hold her hands, and give her what little courage I had.
Dr. Mays walked out and returned ten minutes later with a nurse. Together they measured to see how much Marcie had dilated. “It’ll be a while yet. Why don’t you get something to eat or drink, Jack?” I looked at Marcie, afraid to leave her side.
“Go ahead, darling. Please get me a Sprite with lots of ice.” She reached up to stroke my head. Great! She was soothing me. I kissed her and told her I’d be back as soon as possible. I took the elevator down to the cafeteria. I debated whether I should get something to eat, deciding on a burger. It was likely to be a long night. I wolfed it down and ran back to the room.
Marcie laughed when she saw me, “You have ketchup on your shirt. I’m glad you had a bite. Dr. Mays told me not to expect anything for hours. She thinks the baby will come early tomorrow morning.” I pulled up a chair and settled in for the duration. Marcie and I chatted about everything and nothing. We talked about Samantha and how Ben was growing into his role as a father. He had been almost superhuman during the last weeks of Sheila’s pregnancy and the weeks since with Sheila still laid up in bed. Sheila told Marcie about Ben changing Samantha’s diapers and bathing her. Unlike many fathers he loved all the dirty work. Maybe it was part of his submissive nature, but he was on the way to being an outstanding father.
I had been there for quite a while with Marcie. Dr. Mays and the nurse were in and out, recording the frequency of Marcie’s contractions. I had no idea what time it was and was shocked when I checked my watch—it was almost eleven. We had been there for seven hours and nothing much had happened. I could see the Marcie was starting to experience some serious pain as the contractions became stronger and more frequent. It really began just before midnight. Marcie cried out in pain and I became concerned until Dr. Mays arrived. “Stand by her, Jack. She’ll need you now. It’s begun. You’ll be a father soon.”
I held Marcie’s hands and encouraged her to push. She was wringing wet. I knew she was having a terrible time when she cursed me and screamed from the pain. Mercifully, it was soon over. I heard the first cry just after two. “You have a beautiful baby girl. She weighs
OK, seven pounds, eleven ounces and wait until you see her head of hair
no doubt she’s your daughter Marcie.”
She brought the bundle to Marcie to hold. Oh God, she was so tiny. “What are we going to call her,” I asked Marcie.
“Amanda Jacqueline Anderson,” she whispered.
“What?”
“Stop and think, Jack. Open your mind and your heart.” I did, closing my eyes to concentrate. I looked back into our past. I saw that my soul was dark—black as pitch—with thoughts of hatred and revenge against my wife and her lover. Slowly, I saw that darkness disappear, replaced with the bright pure light of Marcie’s love. I learned to forgive and to love. Opening my eyes I looked down at Marcie, smiled and nodded. I leaned down to kiss her and tell her again how much I loved her.

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The Ten of Them Chapter 6

We resume our story on the day after JJ and Kathryn were caught in the pool making love. The two days immediately after JJ’s birthday had been exceptionally hard on the couple. It was the first time since they become a couple they actually had to sleep apart, and found out both could not without the other. Their bond gives them many advantages, but one major disadvantage they couldn’t stand to be separated, but if anyone asked them they would not claim that as a disadvantage.The 10 of Them Chapter 6
The Judicial Order.
The next day passes fairly quickly with only the delivery tanker trucks to interrupt our normal routine. To my surprise the water from the tanker trucks is already quite warm, and by that afternoon the pools ready to use. Mom cautioned me, “Now JJ, don’t get anything in the pool like you did before.”
I resist the urge to say a smartass remark and only say, “Okay Mom.”
Later that afternoon our sisters come over to enjoy the pool. They are in normal bathing suits, Kathryn and I giggle a few times as we played in the pool.
After a while Kathryn and I started doing laps. We’d skipped a run this morning and we both know we needed the exercise to keep ourselves in top shape. Our sisters gave us room to do our laps without complaint. They were accustomed to us doing this and even on occasion Kara would join. We swam our customary twenty-five laps and finish together.
After toweling off Kathryn and I said goodbye to our sisters and headed for our room. We did a little work check in a few items, made a trade or two, and read our e-mails. I found a new e-mail from Joan she was excited about coming to the wedding. She enclosed her flight information confirming that her family will arrive around 6 PM on 2 July, she only asked about the hotel and why they were not going to directly come here.
Kathryn I decided not to answer that question, send an e-mail back to acknowledge that everything would be ready for them when they arrived on the third.
At dinner the entire family was there, and Michael senior gives a toast the entire family raised their glasses and drink to us. Of course it was just iced tea but it’s the thought that counts. We played a little pool after dinner, the coach was always good at nine-ball, and it was his favorite game. As we played he explained what was going to happen tomorrow. “Tomorrow after breakfast we have an appointment with Judge Thurgood. He wants to talk to the two of you. Just be truthful he’s a friend of mine. JJ, he is Marshall’s father it might be a good idea to give Marshall a call tonight.”
With a smile I say, “If that will help I’ll be glad to.”
“It can’t hurt.” The coach lines up a combination clearing the next two balls quickly, leaving only the nine-ball and him in very good position. He draws back tapping the ball just perfectly to send it into a center pocket.
Kathryn giggles and says, “Great game daddy.” Kathryn grabs my hand and leads me off to the home theater for a TV show she likes watching and she doesn’t feel comfortable unless I’m there too. We snuggled close together kissing once before the show starts. After the program Kathryn and I head off to our room. Tonight I double check and make sure the door is locked before we go to bed.
Kathryn is teasing me flashing her body as I come to bed. Kathryn giggles saying, “Come on JJ you only have three more hours to make love to me as a 13-year-old. I’m really horny for some of your adult cock right now.”
I’m wondering could I take the entire three hours to make love to Kathryn I know we have come close to that several times. I begin slowly taking off my clothing, more to tease Kathryn than anything. I have a devilish grin as I say, “Love, I’m going to use the rest of your thirteenth year to make love to you my wife.”
Smiling broadly Kathryn says, “I’m going to hold you to that my husband.”
“I’m definitely going to give it all I have, or pass out trying.”
Still smiling Kathryn giggles saying, “If you can do it, I’ll let you choose where we make love out of the house, at least for the first time.”
I pull Kathryn into a very long passionate kiss, constantly caressing her beautiful body when our kiss breaks I begin kissing down her chin to her neck. I kiss up to her ear lobe and gently nuzzle kissing and lightly biting along at, Kathryn groans and shudders slightly. Kissing back down her neck I slowly work my way to her breasts I start with her left as my hand plays with her right one. I tease both nipples into full hardness. I suck her areola into my mouth teasing her nipple with my tongue. Kathryn moans, “Oh I love this, JJ you’re getting so good at it. Oh yes! Oh, I’m Cumming.” With that Kathryn lifts her hips off the bed and shakes. I slide my free hand down and cover her hot wet pussy gently running my finger through her inner lips and teasing her clit. She drops to the bed and spreads her legs shaking she kicks in the air. Before Kathryn’s orgasm is completely over with I move to the other breast teasing it as well.
Kathryn is breathing hard but she grabs my head and pulls me into her right breast. Kathryn thrust up into my hand several times and then begins a second orgasm with a little screen before she puts a pillow over her mouth to muffle herself. I hear her muffled shouts, “OH JJ FUCK ME NOW I NEED YOU IN ME!”
As her hands release me, I raise up moving the pillow looking into Kathryn’s eyes I see the love shining there. I moved quickly between her legs and position myself I slowly impale Kathryn on my hard cock halfway down Kathryn thrust up and she throws her legs around my ass pulling me fully into her. I lower myself and kiss her passionately holding onto her. I move with Kathryn as she thrusts up to me. I prolong our kiss for as long as I possibly can. Kathryn moans in my mouth now with each thrust, every time we push into each other I grind against her clit and pushed through her cervix.
Kathryn begins her third orgasm of the night. Her pussy tries to milk me, her legs lock holding me deep into her I only grind against her clit. In a few seconds then Kathryn spurts drenching the two of us. I know I have to hold back if I want to make it last past midnight. I break my kiss to allow us to catch our breath but in between each breath I gave Kathryn a quick kiss all over her beautiful face.
When Kathryn loosens her legs hold on me, I begin a long slow rhythm driving deep and pull almost completely out on each stroke. In minutes Kathryn is again conversing and her pussy begins to milk me again, glancing at the clock it’s been a little less than an hour and I desperately want to cum. I continue the same rhythm until I can no longer stand it moving to a fast rhythm pushing deeper with each stroke when my balls tighten I push deep to her cervix and began the pump my seed directly into her womb. Kathryn screams feeling my cum peeing into her womb. “YES HUSBAND, FILL ME!”
Kathryn begins a powerful orgasm her pussy milks my cock until was nothing left in my balls I feel completely drained and Kathryn’s womb is passed being full I can fill her leaking around my cock. It’s an odd sensation, cum leaks out of her womb only to be forced back in as her pussy milks my cock. That feels so wonderful that I’m not even losing my erection, even after that powerful orgasm. Kathryn’s orgasm finally subsides. I draw back and I can feel almost a stream of cum being forced out of her womb as her womb tries to shrink back to its normal size.
Kathryn’s eyes go wide at the sensation, it causes her to shudder several times. As she tightens her pussy around me I push in forcing some of the come back into her womb. Kathryn groans trying to hold her pussy tight around me. She moans, “Yes husband keep your seed in me.”
I push only back to her cervix not hard enough to open it just lean against. I rise up slightly to make sure I’m not pressing against her womb from above. Looking down to my lover’s eyes I see tears of joy now streaking down her face. I lean forward kissing away those tears. With each kiss saying, “I love you.” That doesn’t do anything to slow the tears from those beautiful eyes that now are as green as any I’ve seen. Her hazel eyes that change color with her mood telling me how happy she really is. Kathryn finally grabs my head and pulls me into a long passionate kiss.
We lose track of time during our kiss, somewhere in the middle of it our bodies begin to move on their own and only the lack of oxygen causes us to break our kiss to breathe hard. Kathryn begins another powerful orgasm in my body responds to her with one as well. As her pussy milks me I’m pushing deep back into her womb, again she fully drains me there’s nothing left once our orgasms finish.
I roll Kathryn on top me so we can recover. I let my hands softly caress her back. I still feel tears falling onto my chest. Now I’m just curious why she is so happy, I know our wedding is less than four nights away now. I gently raise her face so I can look into her eyes and ask, “Kathryn love of my life what makes you so happy?”
Giggling Kathryn says, “You my love, my husband, the father of my child.”
Premonitions work oddly, some gives you every memory, some only give you specific instances, some are a flash of insight. The one I had with Kathryn was a little of all that when Kathryn said father of my child I knew in an instant she definitely was pregnant or would be by the morning. No test would indicate she would be, but that wouldn’t change the fact that our child will be born on March 1 next year, nine months and a few hours from now. Our child will be a beautiful baby girl that we will name Amanda. I get Kathryn a long loving kiss and then say, “My beautiful Wife thank you so much for our child. Our daughter Amanda is going to be is beautiful as her mother.”
Kathryn slides up my body and begins to kiss me passionately, I roll my hips forcing myself back deep into her. Kathryn giggles, “You keep that up and we’ll have twins this time, instead of my second pregnancy.”
I’m kissing her happily for a long time before I ask, “Did you forget your birth control on purpose love?”
Giggling Kathryn says, “Actually no, I didn’t. When we didn’t sleep I was so tired I forgot to take it. The first night back here we slept so late I forgot. Yesterday morning well you remember with the pool then our moms drive me off before I remembered. Today I remembered what happened just before my birthday so today you’re right.”
I kiss her before saying, “don’t take it tomorrow either, I don’t care if you ever take another one for the rest of your life. It’s not that I want to keep you barefoot and pregnant. I just want to have you pregnant ten times.”
Kathryn giggles saying, “I hope it’s as much fun on all the ten of them as it was on the first.” We kiss again when we break Kathryn looks at the clock grinning she says, “Husband I’m fourteen years old.”
I chuckle saying, “Now you can claim I made love to you from when you were thirteen all the way through till you turned fourteen.”
Kathryn smacks me on the arm playfully, “I’m claiming that you made love to me from when I was twelve till I was one hundred and three. Until the Viagra stopped working.”
I inform her, “Actually my doctor takes it away from me. He’s worried about me breaking a hip either one of mine or yours.”
Kathryn says, “You’re just going to have to get a different urologist.”
Chuckling I say, “Poor guy is not even born yet and you’re going to replace him.”
Kathryn pouts, “Damn straight he takes away my favorite drug.”
“I think we better get some sleep love, we need our wits tomorrow with the judge.”
Kathryn and I snuggled close to each other and I say, “Good night my loves.”
Kathryn giggles, “Good night my husband, good night my daughter.” We both drift off to sleep in just a matter of minutes.
In the morning again, we wake up early like most days when we would go normally running as early as possible to avoid the heat. I give Marshall a quick message to his phone, asking him to talk to his father about that judicial order he keeps offering, today is the day that I need it. We’re due in court at 10 AM today. We decide to skip the run today. We shower and I gently wash Kathryn from head to toe, kissing her everywhere.
Kathryn giggles as I gently dry her saying, “JJ, I won’t break.”
I groan, “I know that, I’m just spoiling you on your birthday, especially since is the first birthday that you’re pregnant.” She just pulls me into a kiss holding me against her nude body. If you didn’t know she was fourteen years old you would think she was a fully grown woman. It happens that way some mature earlier and others take their time until they’re sixteen or so. Kathryn matured early, both in body and mind. Now on her fourteenth birthday the two of us are worth together over $1.5 billion if that means anything.
I dress in a suit I have it’s a navy pinstripe, Kathryn and I picked out from a high-end department stores a few months ago. It wasn’t super expensive but not cheap either. A solid white shirt with a nice silk tie, black shoes, Kathryn hands me a black citizens watch the goes well with the suit. Giggling she says, “I know how you like these eco-watches.”
I give Kathryn a loving kiss before zipping up her dress, it’s a beautiful deep blue dress that makes her look more mature but not slutty. It also works well with my suit; pinstripes are close to the same color as her dress. I say to her, “You make that dress look good.”
Grandma knocks of the door and we call, “Come in.”
Grandma asks, “Would you two like any breakfast?”
Kathryn and I both look at each other realizing we got dressed probably too early, but we both are too nervous to eat. We shake our heads no.
Grandma asks, “You’re both that nervous?”
Of course we both shook her head yes, causing grandma to giggle. After a moment she says, “Don’t worry about it, I got a feeling everything’s going to be fine. By the way JJ bring the bear skin, okay.”
After the party a couple years back I had it cleaned professionally, it smelled like sex for months. I have it in the closet still in the protective sheet the cleaner sent it back in. We took it out a couple times, when Kathryn wanted to tell someone the story. I finally managed to get her to leave out the part where the bear was this stupid as her brothers. She will always grin at them when it comes to that part. Due to Kathryn’s enjoyment at telling it, the story has gotten a little longer nowadays.
We do manage eat a little bit and keep our clothing clean. At about nine o’clock the Coach and Helen show up seeing the two of us dressed his a little taken aback. He looks his daughter from head to toe before he says, “My God, you’re all grown up. I’m almost sorry you didn’t get your full childhood.”
Kathryn smiles and says, “Dad I’m not, I know now what I have with JJ is so special that it’s worth giving up a lot for. So I traded a few years of whining about not getting to drive or first dates that are last dates, for the love of my life. I’m not at all sorry. I have no regrets about anything I may have lost because I got so much more.”
The Coach still acting the part says, “JJ you need to take your SUV today, Helen will be taking hers, and everyone in the family will be showing up at the courthouse. We all say that the two of you need to be with each other and married.”
We leave around 9:10 AM it’s only about twenty minute drive, so we get there at 9:35 AM. The parking lot isn’t especially large for the courthouse, due to not very many cars needing to be there. But the days completely full and we managed to Park on the street and make it into the court on time. The courtroom was completely full, I see lots of faces I know from high school. Friends of both Kathryn and I, a few teachers and even Joe the young man that got used as the sparring dummy. Marshall is seated by Misty there holding hands and Misty leans onto Marshall’s shoulder.
When Michael Edwards was called before Judge Thurgood the Coach begins, “Your Honor, I like to get a judicial order that John J. Meyer be compelled to marry my daughter Kathryn Edwards.”
Judge asks, “What are the ages of the two?”
Michael answers, “Your Honor their ages by the calendar does not reflect their maturity that is why I come before you to request your judicial order. Although both are still in their teens John Meyer is a billionaire has been for over two years.” There are a few gasps from the crowded courtroom, causing the judge to call the courtroom back to order. Once quiet Coach continues, “My daughter Your Honor has been his trading partner for the last two years and her net worth is over $100 million.” Kathryn speaks up to correct her father, “Your Honor the information my father give you is slightly incorrect, and my net worth as of this morning is $128 million. John Myers net worth is $1.38 billion.”
The judge points out, “Being wealthy does not have anything to do with this Court’s decision.”
The Coach continues, “No, Your Honor it wouldn’t. I’m just giving you this information as background information in reference to their maturity levels. Both John and Kathryn work from home when most of their peers are playing video games, they research and choose investments of multi-million dollars on a daily basis. They are members of our national workforce, they actually pay more in income tax than I do.”
The judge says, “The court will agree that the two individuals in question both have the capability of earning as an adult. But for a marriage other things need to be considered than earning potential.” In other words the judge hasn’t made up his mind at this moment.
The Coach says, “Yes your honor, I can testify that presented with the opportunity John refused the possibility of any other partner for him other than Kathryn. He would be a good and faithful husband. I like to introduce my mother at this time to relate a story on John’s bravely and his devotion to Kathryn.”
Grandma steps up unrolling the bear skin in front of the court. Grandma says, “Your Honor, two years ago John was assisting my granddaughters picking blackberries when this bear charged the group. John armed only with his skill in martial arts. John blocked the bear’s charge protecting Kathryn and her sisters. When the bear would not retreat John was forced to kill the bear. The bear stood over 7 foot tall Your Honor.”
The judge asks, “Did you witness these events?”
Grandma is forced to answer, “No Your Honor, I did witness the dead bear and my granddaughters all but Kathryn ran from the bear.”
The judge says, “Other than John Meyer can anyone give testimony on what happened.”
All the Edwards stand, except for the Coach and Helen. The judge asks, “Did anyone actually witness the bear’s death?”
Kathryn raises her hand saying, “I did Your Honor.”
The judge says, “Please relate a story as you remember it.”
Kathryn begins, “It was early on July 4th nearly two years ago, and my grandmother had us picking berries for making jelly. I was kissing John, when my sister screamed turned and ran, apparently that’s the wrong thing to do when a black bear charges, they do what is known as a false charge, if no one had ran the bear probably would’ve stopped and may have simply left. My sisters ran, but John held his ground and puts me behind him. He kept himself between me and the bear. JJ, John then raised his hands above his head screaming at the top of his lungs to stop the bear. He actually walked directly into the bear’s path as it ran after my sisters. The bear stopped only fifteen feet in front of JJ. Oh John is known to us as JJ. The bear was easily head and shoulders above JJ, but JJ did not back down he didn’t flinch he stood there waiting for the bear to make up its mind to leave, or at least hoping the bear would leave.
The bear didn’t back down, but neither did JJ. The bear lumbered forward JJ continued his bellowing trying to get the bear to leave. The bear continued to approach than JJ also approached the bear. When the bear showed no sign that it would back down JJ moved into range and kicked the bear one time at its neck. The snapping sound of the Bears vertebrae was the last sound I heard from the bear as it fell to the ground.
JJ stood over the bear for only a minute as I walked to his side. He actually felt sorry for the bear but he would not allow anything to hurt his family. Your Honor he had already requested me to marry him, and as I said yes he claimed my family as his.
He was more worried about my grandmother at this point than anything. He hurried us on down to ensure her that we were okay.
The judge interrupts Kathryn at this point. “Did anyone else witness John standing up to the bear?”
Michelle stands up and says, “Yes your honor, I had tripped and when I got up John was between me and the bear I was only about 50 feet from the bear at the time. If he hadn’t stopped the bear, I do not believe I would be here.”
Kara stands up and says, “When Michelle tripped, I look back Your Honor and I did see that JJ had stopped the bear. That gave me enough courage to help Michelle up and to help her down the hillside.”
The judge says, “The court recognizes that John Meyer is both brave and protective of Kathryn Edwards. Two traits that go into making a good husband, but the court would like to know if anyone could testify on his and her love for each other.”
Every single person in the courtroom stood, including his own son.
I have never heard of a judge actually laughing during performance of their duty, but Judge Thurgood did very briefly. “This Court recognizes by sheer weight of number John and Kathryn’s love and devotion for each other. I authorize the granting of marriage license to John J Meyer 18 years of age and Kathryn Edwards 14 years of age. Now, John and Kathryn step forward before the court.”
Mom hands me a small jewelry box that I recognize it as the other piece to Kathryn’s wedding set, plus the ring for me. With a surprised expression Kathryn and I look at each other, we’re standing in front of the judge as he begins, “We are gathered to unite the two of you in marriage, which is an institution ordained by the state and made honorable by the faithful keeping of good men and women throughout all ages, and is not to be entered into lightly or unadvisedly.”
The Judge says to me, “Do you, John J. Meyer take Kathryn Edwards to be your wife, to love, comfort, and cherish from this day forth?”
I answer, “Yes! I do!”
The Judge says to Kathryn, Do you, Kathryn Edwards take John J. Meyer to be your husband, to love, comfort, and cherish from this day forth?
Kathryn replies happily, “Yes! I do!”
We exchange rings. Placing my Love’s ring on her finger, my hand shakes a little I’m so excited, as Kathryn slides my ring on.
The Judge says, “Having thus pledged yourselves each to the other, I do now, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the state of North Carolina pronounce you husband and wife.”
That brought a cheer from the entire courtroom that spread into the hall. Those that were too late to be seated were standing in the hallway. The judge simply throws hand up with a smile he waved and left the courtroom. The court clerk come back in after leaving for only a minute, she rolled the bear skin back up and handed it to grandma. After the court begin to clear out she had Kathryn and I go back to the judge’s chambers. Mom, Helen, Grandma and the Coach came with us, once we walk in the judge shakes the Coaches hand. Judge says, “That’s the most excitement the courtroom had seen all year. Young man if you ran for mayor you probably would win. From all those people that showed up today you’re very popular.”
Smiling I say, “I treated everyone the way I would like them to treat me. I guess that’s what people respond to.”
The judge says, “Well young man, I’ve done some checking on you. I know that every holiday season you support a lot of activities around this county. I had four ministers and a priest asked that I go ahead and approve this marriage license for you two. They all said they owed to you.”
The judge joking says, “I didn’t want you two losing sleep over what’s coming up on the fourth. Other than that I just got a note about a couple like yourselves who after receiving a marriage license that jump the gun. An overzealous DA charged the young man for statutory rape for the two of them having made love three days before the wedding was scheduled. I would not want to see that happen in this county. Your future father-in-law here had me convinced even before this thing blew up. How in the world did you get so many people to show up?”
Finally getting my arm around Kathryn I say, “Maybe you should ask Marshall, I just requested him to speak to you. He’s been telling me the last three years that he could get you to give us a marriage license.”
Judge Thurgood says, “Yes he mentioned that this morning, and about once a month for the last three years. I didn’t act like I was going to
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From the doorway we hear Marshall say, “So I called a couple people and have them call a couple more everyone that would like to see those two married.” He stands there hand-in-hand with Misty.
Misty can’t help but ask, “Is it really true you’re a bear killing billionaire JJ?”
“Yes, that’s what my business partner keeps telling me.” To which I get an elbow to my ribs. This brings a laugh from everyone in the room. I continue, “I mean my wife, but Kathryn doesn’t tell everybody that that $128 million is all cash, what we have in stock is a little over 300 million, and she owns half of that.”
Kathryn grins and says, “Until it’s sold it’s only worth the paper the stock is printed on, just asked the people who own Enron stocks.”
The judge chuckles, “Yes, I’m one of them, not worth the paper is printed on. Fortunately it was only a small percentage of my portfolio.”
The judge signs the order written by the clerk. A marriage license is granted to Kathryn and me despite the fact she’s only fourteen years of age. The order also declares Kathryn as a legal adult. The clerk brings in marriage license then we both sign. Now Kathryn is Mrs. Kathryn Meyer.
Kathryn has to ask, “Does the order also allow me to get a driver’s license?”
The judge chuckles, “Sorry Kathryn you’ll just have to do like most of the other kids around here. Get a farm license, just like JJ did when he was fourteen. I’m sure JJ would drive you anywhere you would like to go.”
Kathryn groans, “If I have to wait I have to wait. I just wanted to give JJ a break your honor, he has driven me since he had his license.”
One of the sheriff’s deputies comes in, “Your honor, there is quite a large crown still outside the courthouse.”
The judge says, “I’m going out on a limb here, but I bet they’re waiting on you two. A lot of people are mistrustful of the courts nowadays. Now that you two are married, and immune from prosecution I feel I need to send you on your way. See you on the fourth, so we can provide the wedding of her dreams.”
The crowd deftly was waiting on us, a loud cheer went up immediately after the sheriff on a bullhorn announced, “I would like to present Mr. and Mrs. Meyer.”
It took Kathryn and me quite a while to shake hands with and/or hug most of the people there. By this time our local paper shows up and we give a quick interview. Most of the questions are centered on our income. The reporter wisely avoids the question of sex between the two of us. Being in the Bible-Belt that’s a question you don’t ask of a married couple in public. I would’ve ended the interview if the reporter had asked any questions along those lines.
It’s nearly 1 o’clock by the time we make it home. I’ve arranged for Kathryn’s birthday present to be delivered that morning while we were in court. Kathryn loves the water so I bought her a speed boat so we could spend some time skiing on the lake. I know Kathryn has to wait until she is sixteen to legally pilot her new boat, but that doesn’t mean she has to wait to enjoy it. Seeing the red boat in our driveway with a large red ribbon on it Kathryn asks, “Is that my birthday present?
Smiling I say, “I think you have enough jewelry for now, so I got you something we can both enjoy.”
Kathryn throws her arms around me and says, “I love you JJ.” The whole family takes the boat for a ride early that afternoon. Of course Kathryn is at the wheel the second we are out of sight of the city docks. Kathryn is grinning ear to ear as she brings the boat up to full speed across the open water. Kathryn has piloted boats over the last few years, first my bass boat, and then her father’s. She’s quite good at it. This is the fastest boat she’s ever been on and she loves the speed it has. From our boat house to the city dock only takes around twelve minutes in one of our bass boats. Kathryn covers the entire distance in eight minutes flat. Pulling the boat to the dock Kathryn only waits long enough for us to tie the boat, before she jumps into my arms and showers me with kisses.
Mom and Helen laugh from the docks. Helen says, “Apparently JJ she really loves the boat.”
Later on that afternoon Kathryn and I are relaxing by the pool, and a few of our friends from school come by to visit. Most of them have not been here since the party over year ago. When they ask Kathryn what college she plans on attending she gives me a slight squeeze of my hand. Kathryn finally says, “I’m not going to go to college. Like I said before I already have over 128 million in the bank. For me going to college would be, would be like JJ going to high school. It was fun for him, but he could’ve made a lot more money by skipping it. Besides that I plan on starting a family soon. We can do that now that we’re married.”
Marshall and Misty are there, Marshall graduated with us and Misty would be a senior this fall. Marshall says, “Dad hit the ceiling, when I told him I am taking a year off before beginning college.” He glances at Misty before continuing, “Now that I have Misty in my life I don’t want to take a chance with us being separated. So this fall we will apply to the same college’s together, and the one that accepts both of us we will attend.”
From my tutors I learned a lot about campus life, plus the two years that I spent taking classes at UCLA. I remember a few fights and breakups during that time. It’s easy for a couple to be tempted into doing something they both regret. Campus life is not conducive for most married couples. Kathryn and I don’t require additional schooling to continue with what we are currently doing.
I gave Kathryn a look asking if she would agree and say, “Marshall I have an idea for you. Your father was quite impressed by Kathryn and me when it comes to our trading partnership. Ask your father if he would mind that you spent the year learning from us how to trade, how we do our research, earning over 200% on our investments annually.”
Kathryn giggles, “Only if Misty gets to learn as well.”
I smiled and blow Kathryn a kiss and say, “They are a couple, and they both should learn how to support themselves and each other. So of course Misty needs to learn.”
Marshall smiles and says, “I think that will quiet some stormy waters, between me and my father. When can we start?”
Kathryn and I giggle, “Well, we are on our honeymoon so don’t show up before nine tomorrow morning. We’ll start with the basics, how the research a stock for its potential.”
Marshall asks, “Have you ever thought about the commodities markets?”
Kathryn says, “I’ve watched them a little bit, and I think I have a pretty good idea what will happen with a couple commodities in the near future. That’s something we probably can learn together.”
I warn them, “Commodities can make you a lot of money very quickly, but they are extremely volatile and you can lose the money just as fast. In other words they are risky.”
Marshall says, “I understand that, I have $25,000 my grandparents gave me to use. I would like to build that up as quickly as possible. Commodities would be one way to do that.”
Marshall and Misty leave shortly after that, a few more of our friends came by that afternoon most didn’t visit very long, and thank goodness none of them simply asked for money. A few of them had business proposals they want to make at a later time. I told them bring their business plan and we’ll go over it.
Kathryn and I a laugh to ourselves realizing it would probably be months before this all died down. It’s not that I minded helping some of my friends create businesses of their own I just wondered how much time I would have left for Kathryn and our children. That’s when I remembered an article I found in Forbes a long time ago about a man who helped others and remained a semi-silent partner, he only helped them initially and stayed available to assist them later. As I understood he had plenty of time to go out and find new people to assist. That possibly may be just the way to go. Get someone that has a little bit of initiative, give them the means to carry it out and then get repaid for taking the risk.
We are bringing dinner from my favorite restaurant in town, the food there is usually fairly simple, like whipped potatoes with butter, a meat loaf or pot roast, there’s no menu, you order what the cook has prepared that day. Usually get a choice of two entrĂ©es, others days he may just have one, but out does himself then. Tonight he’s having one of his special dinners, it is a great barbecue brisket cooked till it is fork tender. I’m sure Sunday will have something very special then. But tonight is a little like the wedding something unexpected yet great.
My marriage license I scanned it is now my screensaver. When it first popped up Kathryn had me send her the file now it’s hers too. We did a little work like normal that evening, watched a little TV with the family about at nine o’clock we disappeared into our room.
Kathryn disappeared into the walk-in closet, when she came out she was wearing a white negligee that made her beautiful body look fantastic. For her age Kathryn has matured into an extremely gorgeous woman by anyone’s standard. If you had no idea of her age you would never guess she was only fourteen. I know I never thought of her as being a young girl, she’s always acted similar to our peers, if not older.
Kathryn as she walks to me has a sway to her hips that says I’m all woman. Her eyes and smile says she’s all mine, it enough to make me start ripping off my clothes. As soon as I drop my boxers and kick them off Kathryn is there she wraps me into her arms and says, “Now JJ we’re finally husband-and-wife, I am Mrs. Kathryn Meyer and I’m going to be forever. I’m yours forever my husband.”
Holding her gorgeous body to me in a loving hug I say, “I love you Kathryn. I’m yours forever my wife.”
Kathryn rises up to kiss me and I meet her halfway, I sweep her off her feet and carry her to our bed. On the nightstands are dozens of fresh roses, their fragrance fills the entire room. I set Kathryn gently down, kneeling down in front of her I ask, “Kathryn Meyer, my love will you marry me on the fourth?”
Kathryn giggles, “You afraid that just one won’t keep, you got to marry me twice?”
“No my Love, it’s just that were getting married again on the fourth. So you deserved to be asked again. Think of it as me helping you have your dream wedding.” I smile while holding her hand.
Kathryn returning my smile says, “In that case, I will marry you again now, on the fourth of this month, or any other time you ask me my answer will always be, yes my Love.”
We pull into a passionate kiss by the end of it we’re both nude. It’s funny I don’t ever remember pulling off her negligee. She pulls me further onto the bed and I lie down beside her we kiss and fondle touching to please the other. My hands of worked her nipples until there hard as diamonds. I kiss down and take one of her nipples teasing it with my tongue Kathryn moans, “My husband is even better at this than my boyfriend was.” After that she shudders and holds me to her breast as her legs wrap themselves around me.
When she finally releases my head mainly because she wants me to move to her other breast I say to her, “Your husband has more love for you now than I ever had before. I have more love to put into our lovemaking.”
Martial arts teaches you how to move and use energy from your body to do what your hands normally couldn’t do, when you draw your energy to shatter two by fours. A thought hits me and I wonder if there’s a different use I can use the energy from my body for. Instead of drawing energy to destroy I draw the energy to please I pull my feelings my love into my next contact with Kathryn as my lips meet her nipple feeling the energy that passes between the two of us. At this contact Kathryn arches her back and screams in pleasure, “FUCK YES THAT FEELS SO GOOD!”
As I suck and tease it I can feel the tingle in my own mouth as the energy still passes between us Kathryn’s hands on the back of my head holding me tightly to her breast. My tongue teases her nipple running circles around it teasing it forward, backwards, up and down push it in the suck it out. Kathryn grinds herself into me, I’m aware just how wet she is gotten and right now I would love to disengage and put my face right in Kathryn’s beautiful pussy. To send this pleasure through her pussy, her clitoris, force the energy the very tip of my tongue as I use my tongue spread her vagina. Before I can Kathryn screams, “OH FUCK I’M CUMMING.” Kathryn’s hips fly up, she’s holding them tightly against me as she spurts twice then falls limp back to the bed. Kathryn is gasping for air as she pulls my face up so she can look into my eyes. Not panting as hard Kathryn says, “You must be using all your love to make me feel that good.”
I grin and bring my lips to hers still have my energy focused on them and my tongue. Once our lips make contact Kathryn’s hands flies around my head. Her lips part and my tongue probes her mouth, Kathryn shudders moaning loudly in my mouth. I ease back on my energy slowly lowering the effect. Kathryn allows me to break our kiss now. Kathryn complaints, “JJ, why’d you stop, I was just about to cum again?”
Not saying anything I move over top of her in position my cock before bringing my lips back to hers. I start slowly into a passionate kiss bringing my energy up when she first can feel it I feel her raising her hips forcing my head into her. Kathryn is incredibly wet, but her pussy squeezes tightly almost forcing me back out. I bring my hips down as I bring my energy up, the kiss is even more passionate and she begins to quiver from her lips all the way through her body down into her pussy sending pleasure through me. Now I can fill her energy beginning to match my own, I sink deeper feeling the tingle as her energy inters me through my cock. I fuck into her getting deeper each stroke until my cock finally is pushing against her cervix. My energy is now on a level I haven’t ever tried before. Kathryn’s energy flows into me and I know no matter what I do I will soon let loose a torrent of my cum into my love filling her womb.
I don’t want push through her cervix her womb now holds our child. I bring a little my energy through my cock giving some back of what Kathryn is giving me. Kathryn’s back arches breaking our kiss and she screams a high pitch animalistic sound. I flood her with all of the cum my body has. When our orgasm subsides we’re wiped out totally, it’s all I can do to extract myself and move to her side pulling her close before sleep takes us both.
It’s early in the morning when I wake. I see the first rays of sunlight had just broken over the hill to the east. Kathryn’s breathing is still slow and steady so she probably still sleeps. I lay there holding my wife, not wanting to disturb her. Kathryn awakes with a giggle she raises her head looking into my eyes she says, “Wow Love that was so intense, I could feel your love flowing from your kiss.”
I ask, “Did you realize you were doing the same thing?”
Giggling Kathryn says, “Yes, just not the same part of the body.”
Caressing her back, this love we share is something very special indeed. I wonder if the bond we share is what makes it possible. Does it allow us to share our energy, our passion and our souls? Is that why were so much better together than we are apart. I know everything I do seems so much easier when she’s near me. We truly are together greater than we are apart.
An idea comes to me since we’re already married Kathryn and I can meet Alyssa, Edward, Joan and Johnny at the airport. We don’t have to worry about them finding out that we’re actually having sex, because we’re already on our honeymoon. It will be a nice surprise for them, I’ll drive them here and they can use any car they want. I asked Kathryn, “How would you like to meet Joan at the airport today?”
Kathryn giggles, “Oh that’s right we don’t have to hide the fact were sleeping together anymore.”
Marshall and Misty will be here 9:00 but it’s barely 6:30 I pull Kathryn to me kissing her I feel her pushing energy into her lips the way I did yesterday. The feeling is so intense forces me to break our kiss or ejaculate right then. Chuckling I say, “We’re going to have to figure out how to do that without ending our lovemaking in less than five minutes.”
Giggling Kathryn asks, “So I was having an effect on you?”
Honestly I say, “Any longer and I would’ve been through for at least half an hour.”
Kathryn giggles and says, “You got to let me try, I want to learn how to make you have an orgasm with just to kiss too.”
With a devilish grin I say, “Only if you let me go down and see what I can do to that gorgeous clit of yours afterwards.”
Giggling Kathryn says, “Oh this is going to be fun. This is going to require a lot of experimentation.”
I lean back in beginning another kiss I can feel Kathryn pushing her energy into me. She pushes a lot I feel her hand barely caress my shaft between her lips and her hand makes a complete circuit. In less than 30 seconds I’m cumming hard and have to break our kiss to catch my breath. Kathryn giggles, “Now I can do you so you better be good or we’ll both have creamy underwear.”
When I ejaculate most of it sprayed all over Kathryn, from just below her breasts all the way down to her thighs. Joking I say, “Looks like to be more than just your underwear.”
Bringing a little up to her mouth on her finger Kathryn licks her finger clean before repeating, after the third time Kathryn says, “Still taste just as good.”
I slide down between her legs as she gives me an excited expression. I spread her legs and move my energy into my lips and tongue. I begin to please Kathryn like I have done numerous times before. This time her hips immediately buck up forcing more contact, and Kathryn moans, “Oh yes it’s better, more intense.”
Giving the pleasure is also more intense, and my body reacts to it. Normally it would take another ten possibly fifteen minutes before I was completely hard again, but I am now rock hard. When my tongue parts her lips of her pussy running toward her clitoris Kathryn is practically dripping. I drop the energy just for a moment as I envelop her clit in my mouth and tongue like I had before. Waiting only seconds before offering the energy to Kathryn, she practically explodes, she begins spurting almost immediately and rocking around, screaming at the top of her lungs and kicking into the air. As long as I give her the energy her orgasm doesn’t let up as soon as I pull back she falls limply to the bed panting.
Kathryn rising up on her elbows looking at me says, “JJ that was so, so very intense I don’t think I could take that very often.”
Chuckling I say, “Okay love, we’ll take it easy doing this only by a kiss for now, and only when we’re alone and making love.”
Pulling me up to where we can kiss Kathryn says, “We can experiment a lot more between kids. Besides that it being quick may be very good then. I hear parents don’t have a lot of time to make love.”
From the doorway we hear Mom say, “JJ, what the hell were you doing to her?”
Kathryn giggles and says before I could stop her. “He was using his life force, and love to give me an orgasm.”
Grandma who has just reached the top of the stairs says, “You got be the luckiest woman ever Kathryn. It sounded like you were going to explode.”
I only raise my chest up enough for them to see; I’m still dripping with Kathryn’s juices and say, “Like you think she didn’t. We got to change the sheets by the way.” Running her fingers through it Kathryn giggles. The two older women just shut the door and leave us alone. A few seconds later we hear their laughter coming from the stairwell.
We shower and dress going down for breakfast, Mom and Grandma has retreated to their rooms. Kathryn and I begin making breakfast for them. Its 8:30 and by time breakfast is ready Marshall and Misty should be here and we made enough for them to share with us. Exactly at 9 o’clock the doorbell rings and Marshall and Misty wait outside for us to let them in. Kathryn goes to the door, pulling the couple back to the kitchen, where two plates await them.
The two glances at the food then back to each other without saying anything else, they basically attack their food. It was like neither of them had eaten at least for a day. Now Kathryn and I are both good cooks but the way these two were eating you would think we were top-notch chefs. When they had finished both look up with still hungry faces. I quickly added more to their plates. The second helping they seem to eat a little slower, maybe not wanting to appear so greedy.
Kathryn brings them both a glass of milk and asked if they would like coffee. Marshall drains half his glass of milk in a single gulp. He is shaking his head yes to the coffee. Misty declines the coffee but politely says, “No thank you.”
I’m cooking eggs for Kathryn mom and grandma and I, Marshall had a third helping, consuming the rest I had already prepared. I got to hear the story behind this. Marshall has been a good friend for a long time, and he was one of the first I made on the football team as freshman. I shared a few meals with him and this is the first time I’ve ever seen him this hungry. I notice something else he’s wearing the same clothes he was in yesterday. Taking a closer look at Misty is as well and I say, “Okay guys let’s hear it, what’s the story behind you to in the same clothing and apparently hadn’t eaten in a day.”
Misty is now visibly shaking she is also watching how Marshall is reacting. Marshall is tense but he also trusts me, we had been friends for nearly four years now. A little shaky Marshall says, “Remember yesterday I told you about Dad hitting the ceiling, well it was a little worse than that. He has thrown me out saying I shouldn’t give up a scholarship for love that’s not going to last anyway.” He stopped for a second and turns to Misty he whispers a silent I’m sorry before beginning again. “He’s locked me out of all my accounts. So I don’t have a cent to my name. Yesterday afternoon Misty’s parents tossed her out as well. Dammit JJ I don’t know what to do. I know Misty’s Mom and Dad would probably let her come home if she gave me up
”
Misty interrupts him right then, “You know that’s not going to happen, I had a crush on you since grade school. Now I finally have you nothing is going take you away from me.”
I smile at that and Kathryn runs her hand over my shoulder lovingly. Kathryn says, “We’ll make sure that doesn’t happen.” The two of them smile and lean on each other.
I smile and say, “I own two houses with a total of twelve bedrooms. I’m sure we can find one for the two of you.”
Mom says, “Yes, it’s about time you got some use out of this house. With Alyssa and family here we’ll have to put you in my wing, or the old house.
Marshal asks, “The house at the hard top?”
I say, “Yes.” Misty and Marshal hearing that smile brightly. I say, “The house could use having someone live in it again.”
Mom points out quickly saying, “The house doesn’t have any furniture in it, but we can fix that quickly.”
We go to a furniture store in town, looking for the furniture to go in the house. I use this to teach Marshall and Misty about identifying quality product, going to the furniture more thoroughly now. We notice several companies have taken to making shortcuts in the manufacture of their product. Looking intensely it’s easy to see the difference between lower and higher quality manufacturing processes. I insist on the higher end furniture and we make note of its manufacturer. The store being local can deliver the furniture this afternoon. Mom volunteers to be there to sign for it.
Marshall, Misty, Kathryn and I return home, we look up the manufacture of the furniture we purchased. I tell them knowing the product is one step in deciding which stock to purchase. Quality product speaks for the company, as loudly as a poor product. Products with inferior manufacturing techniques speak of the company desperate to save money. It may take those companies’ years to recover from this attempt; the loss in consumer satisfaction may even bankrupt the company.
The manufacturer we purchased from shows a good quarterly profit over the last four years. I do another search on consumer satisfaction, finding it very high. Kathryn I both know that those are three things that say stock will be a long-term investment. Placing money in that company to earn the dividends, a level at which the stock is increasing is slow but steady. It’s not a candidate for day trading. It’s a stock I’ll buy it to move my money from either a lower paying stock or one I no longer have certainty in long term earning potential. Kathryn and I roll over some of our dividends into the stock, after having Marshall and Misty purchase the stock first. They question why we had them go first until they saw the immediate jump in the stock price after we made our purchase.
I created two accounts, one for Marshall and Misty each. They had assumed the accounts were trial accounts, but in actuality I create actual accounts placing one hundred thousand dollars in each. I instructed Marshall and Misty to transfer the entire amount to the stock we selected.
Once Kathryn and I make our purchase, the price increased on the stock, their one hundred thousand dollars quickly became one hundred and twenty thousand dollars. For a while now I’ve noticed whenever I make a large purchase others follow. Today is no exception ten minutes after my purchase is finalized. There’s another quick jump in the stock from a 20% increase to a 35% increase in price. I have Marshall and Misty sale one hundred thousand dollars moving it back to cash within minutes of the final bell. Stock prices had continued to rise and Marshall and Misty have one hundred thousand dollars cash and just over forty thousand dollars in stock.
I then confess to them that the accounts are genuine and actually contain one hundred thousand in cash. Marshall and Misty immediately want me to take it all back the two hundred thousand dollars and the stocks. Causing Kathryn to giggle before she says, “He did the same thing to me about two years ago. If you don’t watch it he’ll just keep adding money to your account.”
I reminded them that they had agreed to allow me to instruct them on the stock market, how to trade, research and make profit. I told him there’s no way I could do that and close their accounts. Since they made the trades they were responsible for their stocks, when I finished instructing them I will allow them to transfer back the original two hundred thousand dollars and not a minute before.
Marshall knew how stubborn I can be. If I told someone something I would do there is no way anyone would stop me from making it happen. Bringing his hands up in surrender Marshall says, “We did agree that you could train us on trading. But we had no idea you were going to give us two hundred thousand dollars to use.”
Smiling I tell Marshall and Misty, “Think of it as incentive, if you do what I tell you, you will have more than enough money to pay me back fully. At the end of the year you should have enough to go to college without any restrictions, no need for student loans or scholarships. If I do well enough on your instructions, not only that you should be able to go on your residuals without touching the principal of your wealth.
Marshall is a little stunned says, “You mean you’re not going to take more than 200,000 back even if we had made more than three, four or five times that by then.”
Smiling I say, “Think of it as incentive, if I screw up teaching you. I’m the one will be out one hundred thousand dollars. Granted that’s not much of an incentive for me. But I really doubt you would allow me to put ten million in accounts for you. Trust me I made way over that two hundred thousand dollars today, you each made forty thousand dollars in the stock, because it increased in price. Kathryn and I made over ten times that.
Misty says, “So you’re going to let us keep what we make, only take the 200,000 back.”
Kathryn giggling says, “We don’t even have to take that back, JJ and I have more money than what will ever spend.”
Marshall says, “I don’t really know what to say, last night everything looked like it was going to fall apart. I was going to lose Misty, maybe not today but I would have given her up for her own good. I wasn’t going to let her starve. The way the economy is around here I may not have been able to find a job fast enough, or one that would support us.”
Misty interrupts him, “Marshall, don’t think for one second I will ever leave you because times get a little tough. Now JJ saved us, I actually made more today than my father did all last year. We can live off the eighty thousand dollars for at least a few years. No one is going to starve.”
My stomach growls before I say, “I don’t know about that, the way Marshall is eating didn’t leave me much for breakfast, and we’re late for lunch.”
Kathryn giggles, “It’s not going to kill you to be a little hungry.” My stomach growls again, Kathryn shakes her head and says, “Okay let’s go get something to eat.”
Marshall gets an odd expression, I remember him saying he didn’t have a dime to his name. I pulled Marshall over to the side to speak with him privately. “Marshall, you said your grandparents had given you twenty-five thousand dollars for you to use, but your father had locked you out of your accounts. I tell you what I’m going to do I’m going to advance you twenty-five thousand dollars for you to use in any form or fashion you care to. Now you’ll have to do some work around here to pay me back for it, or I’ll let you decide to repay me when your father unlocks your accounts.”
Marshall quickly says, “JJ, you know me I’ll help around here without being paid for it. Just staying here will be payment enough for me to do anything you need doing.”
I say, “Okay Marshall, we’ll go by the bank today and start another account one your father can’t access, loan you the 25,000 until you can repay it, right now you’ll need it to replace your wardrobe for you and Misty.” Jokingly I add, “Plus you’re paying for lunch.”
Laughing Marshall says, “We better hurry to the bank, before you die of hunger.”

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The Fisherman & The Mermaid-Chap. 1 & 2

This is a long story of adventure and romance that I have broken into parts to make it easier to read and more manageable. It is typical of my stories, ie. it’s a story with sex, sort of like couples porn. It takes a while to get started so please have patience.
CHAPTER 1
I have many fond memories of learning to fish with my parents. They had a summer place—just a small rectangular bungalow with no ceilings and old beat up furniture–on the north shore of Long Island back in the day when there was nothing there but potato farms and woods. I remember my mom driving more than a dozen miles to the nearest supermarket and going to the beach every day seeing absolutely nobody in either direction as far as you could see.
I started fishing with a drop line, copying my mom’s style—she refused to use a rod and reel. We were thrilled to catch little sand sharks and porgies, or blowfish in the spring when the water was too cold to even stand in. Later, as I grew older, I had my own spinning reel and casting rod. A small rowboat made it possible for us to fish in areas unreachable from shore. We only had a 5 HP motor on it, but it got us where we needed to go—slowly, but we did get there eventually. My teenage friends and I got better and smarter, catching tons of flounder and blackfish in the spring and porgies and fluke in the summer. Unfortunately, we usually missed the fall blackfish run due to our school obligations.
Now as a single adult I had my own boat. I bought it for peanuts last fall from a guy who hadn’t used it for years. The convertible lounge seats were all chewed up by squirrels and the deck had a few holes in it. The motor, a 150 HP Mercury—well, who knew if it would even run? This became my winter project. I ripped out the seats, the marine carpeting and eventually, the deck. It was all worthless junk. I installed a new deck of half-inch marine plywood, screwing it in place with stainless screws. I clad the deck in fiberglass, glued down new carpeting and replaced the old seating which was too low with captain’s chairs that would swivel and turn. I could fish from them whether I was anchored or drifting.
I had to wait for fairly warm weather to clean up the exterior—I took care of that job during my Easter vacation—I’m a junior high science teacher. Then, using a recommendation from the head of maintenance in our school district, I took the engine to a mechanic. As I guessed it was useless. The mechanic offered me a rebuilt engine for mine and $2,000. I took the deal. He could use the old engine for parts and I got a decent, if smaller at 125 HP, but working engine. He even threw in a one-year warranty on it.
Now I was ready to fish. It was Memorial Day weekend and it’s early—6:00 a.m. when I rise. I hooked the trailer to my truck last night and loaded my rods, tackle, and plenty of ice and soda in the cooler. I drove to the nearest deli for a Number 1 Special—two fried eggs and bacon on a hard roll with butter and salt/pepper. I bought a large bottle of OJ and a Virginia ham sub for my lunch.
My next stop was the bait shop where I picked up a dozen sand worms, some heavy duty Virginia hooks
and a bunch of sinkers. I was fishing for blackfish; they live in rocky areas where they eat stuff like crabs and barnacles. It was really easy to get hung up in the rocks and lose your tackle, so it paid to have lots and lots extra.
I drove the short distance to the boat ramp in Port Jefferson—it’s a great facility with four ramps and parking for about a hundred cars and trailers. It took me about ten minutes to drop the boat in the water, park, and return to start the engine. It was really reassuring to hear it purr as I backed out from the dock and turned into the channel. The speed limit is 12 mph and it’s closely monitored by the county cops so I was very careful while I was in the harbor. It gave me a chance to eat my breakfast and relax in my new captain’s chair where I could see clearly through the windshield and all around for safety. In about ten minutes I was finished with my egg sandwich as I drove between the stone breakwaters into Long Island Sound. One of the things I love about the Sound is that it is almost always calm—not lake calm, but pretty damned close. This morning there was only a slight chop with wavelets that couldn’t have been more than an inch or two high. “Perfect for fishing,” I thought out loud. Too bad I’d never get the chance.
I rammed the throttle forward, lifting my old Thunderbird tri-hull onto plane as I headed west toward Crane’s Neck, home of about a thousand big rocks and some huge blacks. I pulled out about a half-mile to avoid any submerged boulders and was about to turn back toward land when a glint of yellow caught my eye about two to three miles out. There are lots of colors on the water, but yellow isn’t one of them. I changed course, screaming toward the color at almost forty miles per hour. I’ll say one thing for the tri-hull—it ran great. It went right onto plane and held it easily, the bow only about six inches higher than the stern.
I was about a mile away and closing fast when I realized it was a boat wreck I was approaching. Pulling out my binoculars I thought I could see someone clinging to the wreckage. The water at this time of year was cold, probably not more than 55 degrees, so a person in the water for any period of time was facing a really bad case of hypothermia. I cut the engine to a slow crawl when I got within a hundred feet. The bow of the wreck was just above the water level and a young woman was hanging on for her life, her clothing soaked by the action of the tiny waves. As I approached it seemed that the boat was sinking. It was noticeably lower in the water when I pulled up and stopped.
Using the boat hook I grabbed under her arm and pulled her closer to the boat. I knew anyone suffering from hypothermia would be unable to climb into my boat or even assist in any way. Straddling the side I grabbed her shirt, dropped the hook to the deck, and pulled her up with both hands. She wasn’t heavy, but she was dead weight and her clothes were sodden. Once I was able to get her hips onto the gunwale the rest was easy. I levered her down to the deck.
I rubbed her face telling her, “Hold on, I’ll call the police. They’ll get you to a hospital.”
I wasn’t expecting much of a response under these circumstances, but she looked up at me and whispered, ”Please
no
police
no
police.” Don’t ask me why I listened to her. For all I knew she could have been delirious. I pulled my knife—I keep it razor sharp for filleting—and cut up the back of her shirt. I cut off her bra. I had to get her out of the wet clothing. Diving into the tiny cuddy cabin, I pulled out the sweatshirt I keep there for emergencies. I shrugged her into it. Next I pulled off her shoes, slacks, and panties. I didn’t have any sweatpants but I did have a rubber rain suit. I pulled the much-too-big overalls over her, fastening the straps over her shoulders. The jacket followed. The rubber outfit had fantastic insulating properties and getting her warm was the number one priority. I pulled her into the tiny cabin which was almost seven feet long, but only three feet high. I wrapped her body in an old beach blanket and headed home. In the few minutes I had been on the wreck site the boat had slid beneath the surface. I entered the Latitude/Longitude as a waypoint into my GPS in case I needed the location in the future.
CHAPTER 2
I moved the idling engine into “Forward” and accelerated as I reversed my earlier course back to the harbor. Cruising at twelve mph in the harbor was maddening but there was nothing I could do. A speeding ticket would cost $200 and sitting around while they wrote the ticket would take even longer than poking along. I found a place at the dock, ran to my truck and backed down. It took me only minutes to winch the boat onto the trailer. Now I had a dilemma—it’s illegal to transport anyone in any kind of trailer, but I didn’t want to draw unwanted attention to my guest. I left her there while I tied the boat down and returned home.
Critical minutes later I pulled into the driveway, ran back to the boat, and pulled her out of the cabin. She was barely conscious. I sat her on the gunwale while I jumped down and let her fall into my arms. I carried her to the door, unlocked it and ran inside. I stopped in the bathroom and filled the tub. Most people would assume that hot water would be needed, but I knew that warm was better—just as long as it was almost 100 degrees Fahrenheit. I stripped her again, ignoring her breasts, pussy, and the rest of her body. I eased her into the tub. Seconds later I realized that this wasn’t going to work—she was too weak to hold herself up. Cursing my stupidity I stripped out of my shoes, socks, and jeans before pulling my t-shirt over my head. I slipped into the tub with her in only my boxers, sitting behind her, my arms around her waist.
We sat in the tub for more than an hour as I refilled the tub regularly and talked to her. Try talking nonstop to a stranger for an hour—go ahead! I was talking about everything from the baseball season—I’m a Yankee fan—to what was going on in my school, to politics, to anything I could think of. I knew she was coming around when she gasped, “What the fuck are you talking about? Who the hell are you and why are you in this tub with me?”
“Well,” I replied, “I’m just saying anything that comes to mind to try to keep you awake. Second, I’m Pete. This is my house. I’m a teacher in a nearby junior high, and I’m here with you saving your life even though I’d rather be out fishing. That’s where I was heading when I found you clinging to your boat. I’m getting up now. Can you keep yourself from drowning?” She nodded so I got up, dropped my boxers, dried off, and dressed before returning to her with some of my clothes.
Kneeling next to her I spoke, “Let’s get you out of here, dressed, and into bed. No, I’m not leaving you here to do it—you’re too weak—besides I’ve already seen everything there is to see. The tub is a great way to get your core temperature back to normal, but being in the water for too long will actually harm you, just like staying in a Jacuzzi too long.” When she looked at me crazily I continued, “I’m a science teacher. I know lots of useless stuff like that. Let’s get you out and dry. C’mon.”
I helped her up and sat her on the edge of the tub while I dried her with a fluffy towel. I helped her into a pair of warm sweatpants and sweatshirt. They were much too big for her, but they were the best I could do at the moment. I tucked her into bed with a couple of pillows to support her. “I think you’ll be OK now, but I want to take your temperature. Luckily for you I have one of those things you stick in a person’s ear. My only other one is a rectal.”
She chuckled, “Promises, promises.” I joined her in laughing as I pushed the device into her ear. It “pinged” seconds later, “93.2,” I told her, “That’s not too bad, considering. Want to tell me what happened and why you don’t want the police involved?
“I’d just as soon skip my name for now, if you don’t mind. It’s enough to know that I was out with my boyfriend. We were going out to Mystic—that’s in Connecticut, you know.” I nodded both to show I knew and that I wanted her to continue. “My boyfriend gambles, or maybe I should say gambled, because I’m sure he’s dead. He owed a fortune to these gangsters and he had no way to pay them. We were in the middle of the Sound when a speedboat caught up with us. They forced their way on board and locked me in one of the cabins. Then I heard shooting—lots of shooting—and about twenty minutes later I saw water coming into the cabin. Luckily, there was a fire extinguisher, a big one, in with me. I swung it at the door and eventually broke the lock. By then the water was up to my ankles and the boat was tilting. It was all I could do to climb up to the front hatch. I climbed out onto the bow and waited
and waited. It was dark and there was no sign of the other boat. I couldn’t look for my boyfriend—the boat was mostly underwater. All I remember is how cold I was. Then you came. Thanks for saving me. I really appreciate it. Boy—does that sound lame.”
“I don’t think that thanking someone is ever lame or stupid, and you’re welcome. I think you should stay here in bed today. I have another bedroom and I can sleep there tonight. I’ll go now and make you some chicken soup. It’s homemade in my freezer so I’ll have to defrost it. That’ll help warm you. I can bring it to you in here, so just relax. Here’s the remote—watch TV if you want.” I left her alone, defrosted and heated my homemade soup in the microwave and carried a full bowl on a tray along with a cup of hot tea. I set it on a table next to the bed and helped her to reposition the pillows.
She sipped the soup, nibbled the chicken chunks and ate the rice. “This is really good. Your mom make it?”
“No, Mom died four years ago—cancer. She smoked like a chimney her entire life and wouldn’t stop, even after she was diagnosed—she could be such a stupid woman. She was 57. My dad’s also dead—heart attack at work. I’m the only one left of my whole family. I had an older brother—he died in Iraq—one of those damned IED’s–you know–homemade bombs. I made the soup. I’m single so I have to cook or go out and that’s too expensive to do every night. I really prefer turkey soup, but how often can I have a turkey? Ever think about turkey for one? I’d have it every day and every night for a couple of months, at least.” She shared my laughter.
“Marta.”
“Huh?”
“Marta, my name’s Marta. I was born in what used to be called Czechoslovakia, but my parents moved here when I was three. I grew up in New York City and attended college there. I’m a commercial artist, or I was. I don’t know if I could ever go back to work. I’m afraid they’d kill me. They tried once.”
I was thinking; Marta almost interrupted me once but apparently thought the better of it. “I think we should go boating tomorrow. I’m a certified scuba diver. I can dive on the boat and see if I can find out anything, but you’ll have to go with me—I’m sorry. It’s not safe to dive by yourself. I can’t trust anyone to go down with me so it will have to be you in the boat as my support. It’s the only way we can get some answers and try to figure out what happened.”
“Isn’t the water too cold? You could wind up like me.”
“No, I have a wet suit. It lets the water in, but quickly warms it to body temperature. I’ve worn it in the middle of winter without too much trouble. I’ll get everything out into the boat and that reminds me—my lunch is out there and what’s left of your clothes. Sorry, but I had to cut your shirt off. I’ll wash your slacks and dry them.” I jumped up and carried my gear bag to the boat. On the way in I carried my worms, my lunch, and Marta’s clothes. The lunch and worms went into the refrigerator; I turned the washer on, dropped in her clothes along with a bunch of mine and carried my scuba tanks to the boat, tying them to the rear starboard side cleat. I locked the regulator, wetsuit, and my rods in the cabin. The whole job took me about twenty minutes. When I returned to the bedroom Marta was gone. “I’m in the bathroom, OK?”
“No, I expect you to go in my sweatpants and my bed
of course it’s OK.” When she came out I took her hand, leading her on a tour of my small house. “I bought this with the money I inherited from my parents and got when my brother was killed. It’s the only decent thing that resulted from their deaths.” I showed her the other bedroom, the living room, and the eat-in kitchen. “That’s it, other than the yard. I’m at the end of a long road. The nearest neighbor is more than a quarter mile away. I’ve had a bit of trouble with burglars and vandals because I’m so isolated so there’s a perimeter alarm system and then there’s this–I opened the closet in the small bedroom—a room I used mainly as an office. I opened the sliding doors to reveal my gun collection. Locked in place were an assortment of rifles and shotguns along with a .44-Magnum revolver and two 9mm’s—a Glock and a Beretta.
Under the display panel were several drawers of ammunition. “These have special magnetic locks,” I continued, “you can’t see them, but they’re there and almost impossible to break. They open by thumb print, like this.” I held my thumb up to a tiny glass panel and a small unobtrusive LED turned green. I pulled off a .30-.30 lever action Winchester. “Maybe we should take this with us tomorrow in case we have visitors. Don’t worry
I know how to use it. My brother wasn’t the only Marine in our family.” I opened the drawer below and pulled out a box of ammo. I set both at the front door so we wouldn’t forget them. I returned to the bedroom, removed the Glock, a canvas belt holster, and a box of waterproofed ammo. When Marta gave me a questioning look I told her, “Can you shoot? No, I didn’t think so. I’ll carry this when I dive. The water’s shallow—only about 30 feet. I’ll be connected to you by a thin line. If anyone approaches you’ll pull on it five times quickly. I’ll surface and assess the situation. I think we’ll have a few rods in the water as a cover so I doubt anything will happen, but I believe in being prepared.”
I returned her to the bed, tucked her in and we talked and talked. I told her about my life—how I had graduated college and entered the Marines, gone to advanced training, and then to Afghanistan and Iraq as a specialist. I was discharged when my brother was killed. I had seen some action and even killed some insurgents. I didn’t tell her that I had been a sniper; the long rifle in my closet was one some unknown sniper had used way back in World War II. It still worked perfectly. I had sighted it in a few months ago. I had fired it at the burglars, but over their heads. I had thought about getting a dog, but I didn’t want to be tied down, at least not quite yet. I explained that I had been teaching at the local junior high and that I loved working with the kids—not so much with their parents. When asked I told her I was 29.
Marta told me about her life—she was 27—growing up in the city with immigrant parents who were more than old fashioned, about trying to date when they thought that kind of socializing was for harlots. I told her I could identify with the problem. There were lots of first generation Asian kids in my school and they often complained about their parents’ archaic views. We kept on talking until dinner when I suggested I grill some burgers. I told her I was glad for the company, and I was.
I make some great burgers. Each one is about a third of a pound and I always load on the cheese. We each ate two along with some potato salad and cole slaw I had bought at the deli yesterday. After dinner I took her to the mall, buying her some shorts, tops, bras, and sneakers. She wore an old set of flip-flops which we threw in the trash. She wore some of the new stuff, placing my sweats in the store bag. We went to bed when we got home—we were both tired. It was a long and exhausting day.
Before bed I asked about her family. “Do you want to phone them? They probably think you’re dead. On the other hand they’ll undoubtedly talk—tell others—and then if someone tried to kill you they may try again.” We agreed not to call for the time being. It was a tough decision, but the right one.
I had been in the spare bedroom about twenty minutes when I heard a whisper, “Peter, are you awake?”
“What’s the matter, Marta,” I replied.
“I’m afraid. Will you sleep with me?” This was an invitation I could not refuse. I had gotten to know some Czech women during a leave I’d spent in Prague and I thought they were really hot. Marta fit that description to a “T.” She was tall—maybe five feet nine inches—and slender with a tight ass and narrow hips. Her breasts were a B-cup–at least that’s what her bra said. I followed her to the bed and climbed in beside her. She snuggled up to me, her ass tight rubbing against my rising erection. “If you do that you’re going to get quite a reaction from me.”
“Good, I’ve been feeling a bit guilty about not thanking you properly.”
“Marta, you’re alive and healthy. That’s all the thanks I need. Let’s go to sleep. We have to get up early.” I closed my eyes and
felt Marta’s hand on my cock. I groaned as my hand found its way to her breast. It was firm and hot, the nipple erect. Marta turned and we kissed—it was wonderful. That’s the only way I could describe it. Her lips were soft and sweet, her tongue inquisitive. I cupped her ass as she threw a leg over mine, baring her pussy to me. She guided my cock to her slit, rubbing it up and down several times before finding her clit. It was hard and very hot. She rubbed my tip into her clit until I felt her shudder; she came quickly, flooding my cock and abdomen as well as the shorts I usually wore to bed.
Marta rolled me onto my back and straddled my hips as she slowly lowered herself onto my erection. I know I should have stopped and grabbed a condom, but at that moment it was the farthest thing from my mind. All I wanted was to fuck this gorgeous woman who obviously wanted me as much as I wanted her. She began to ride me, my seven-inch cock deep in her body, as she rubbed her clit into me with increasing force and speed. “Play with my tits, Peter
please. Rub them and squeeze them
hard. I need to be hurt. It will help me cum.”
I rolled those big hard nipples between my fingers, twisting them, knowing I was hurting this beautiful woman—knowing I was giving her exquisite pleasure, as well. She threw her head back and screamed non-stop for almost twenty seconds as her body shook uncontrolled by mind or muscle. The sight of her enduring her orgasm triggered my own. I drove my cock deep into her, lifting her almost two feet up from the bed as I bathed her womb in baby making cream again and again. On and on we went until we could go no more. She collapsed on top of me; I collapsed into the bed. I kissed her cheek and her hair as I prayed I’d have the chance to do this again.

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Godless

Maybe I love her more than I ought to. But with the history Nora and I have, can you blame me for wanting to see her taken care of?

Aphrodite wakes part 1

A crystal entity that feeds on sexual energy comes into the lives of a young man and his sister making it a lot more interesting

Aphrodite wakes part 3

The crystal entity calling herself Aphrodite is making progres and changing the lives of a brother and sister in more fun ways than one

Hole in the Wall, Chapter 2

(Be sure to read chapter 1 first.)
Justin slept well that night. In his mind he replayed the events of the night: finding his sister Emily watching their parents having sex, convincing her to watch together through a peephole he had in his bedroom wall, and then fucking her while they watched.
Emily seemed to really enjoy it at the time, but now that morning was here, Justin hoped that she didn’t have second thoughts. His cock stirred at the thought of fucking Emily again.
When Justin went down for breakfast, he saw his parents and sister already at the table eating. Emily’s reaction didn’t seem any different than normal as everyone scurried to get ready to leave for work. ‘At least she didn’t turn me in,’ he thought to himself as he wolfed down a bowl of cereal.
Justin went through the day in a fog – his mind distracted by the memories of last night and his hopes and desires for nights to come. Fortunately, the summer job that kept him busy this morning involved mindless stocking of shelves.
Emily was in her room when Justin got home from work. He quickly changed out of his work uniform and into something more comfortable. As he pondered what to do with the rest of the afternoon, a door opened in the distance and Justin heard his sister’s steps as she walked from her room to his. She stood in his doorframe wearing a light sundress and asked, “How was work?”
“Good,” Justin replied. He wondered if she was going to bring last night up or wait for him to do it. “What were you up to?”
“I was out at the mall with Jill,” she replied. Jill was her BFF: they’d known each other since 4th grade. She lived just down the street and they had slept over at each other’s houses more times than he could remember. “We talked about lots of stuff.”
Emily paused, as if uncertain how to phrase her next words. “Actually, remember last night?”
“How could I forget?” he replied.
“Well, um
 Jill wants to watch too.”
“What?” he shrieked. “You told Jill all about us?”
“Don’t be silly,” she quickly replied. “I just mentioned that I caught you looking and you let me watch too.”
“You caught me looking?”
“Well, I wasn’t going to admit that I was peeking in the hallway! So, please can Jill come and look too?”
“Okay
”
Emily quickly interrupts, “But you have to promise me you won’t tell her what we did! Got it? And don’t watch with us. If you’re going to be in the room, stay over by your bed.”
“I suppose I can live with that,” Justin replied. “But I’ve got one more condition to add.”
“What’s that?”
Justin closes the distance to his sister and says, “This.” As he bends his lips down to hers, one hand goes behind her back for support while the other cups one of her breasts.
“Mmmm,” Emily moans into his mouth as she indicates acceptance of his terms by melting into his embrace. Her hands clutched his back. Their hands roamed franticly over their bodies. His quickly found the ties holding her dress in place while she grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down towards the floor.
A pile of clothes formed as the two siblings quickly undressed each other. They tumbled into the bed, Justin lying on top as Emily grabbed his cock and guided it to her opening. Justin pushed in and the two teens started thrusting at each other. This was not the gentle seduction of last night – this was the fucking of two people in heat.
Almost as soon as it began, Emily lets out a squeal of delight matched quickly by Justin’s grunting as he unloads his sperm into her pussy. Spent, he collapses on her before rolling onto his side.
They both lie there gasping for breath. “I’ve been thinking about that all day,” Emily says.
“You too?” Justin asked. “I was worried you regretted last night.”
“No way!” Emily said. “It feels way too good.” She turned onto her side and snuggled up to Justin.
“Always glad to help my sister out,” he replied completing the embrace. His hands gently glided over her body. He realized that he hadn’t really seen Emily’s naked form before since it was quite dark last night and they were in such a hurry now. With the urgency dissipated, he could gently explore the soft curves of her tits and ass. “What’s the plan with Jill?”
“She sleeps over here all the time.”
“Yeah, but do you think Mom and Dad will do anything if she’s spending the night? Plus, they don’t do it every night.”
Emily’s hands absent-mindedly traced circles over Justin’s chest as she thought through the dilemma. “If we wait until they start, Jill will have missed too much
“Can Jill sneak out every night?” Justin asked. “She could sneak over to meet you outside. I’ll peek in and see if Mom and Dad are up to anything. If so, I’ll text you and you can come inside. If not, Jill can go back home and you can try the next day.”
“Great idea! I’m sure Jill can make that work. She’ll be so excited!” As Emily squirmed in Justin’s grip, she felt his hardening cock pushing against her legs. “I see someone else has gotten excited again.”
“It’s because you are a beautiful woman,” Justin said smoothly.
Emily hit him playfully. “ClichĂ©!” But she moved closer, allowing his cock to slide between her legs. “But you’re wonderful anyway,” she said before covering his mouth with hers.
The two teens pressed against each other. Their hands held each other closely but gently as they shared a deep, sensual kiss. After a few long minutes, Justin slowly adjusted his position to allow his cock to slide to the opening of Emily’s pussy. She felt the contact and slowly slid down to engulf him.
They continued their kiss as their bodies moved slowly against each other. Justin held his hands on Emily’s rear while she stoked his back. Their hands guided their bodies slowly against each other as his cock gently glided in and out, tickling against her clit with each sensuous stroke.
It seemed as if hours passed as they continued their hypnotic dance. The pleasure grew slowly within them. Justin could feel the tension slowly mounting in his groin as the pace of their movements slowly accelerated. Emily’s breath in his mouth was faster and more uneven as she approached her release as well.
Justin pulled Emily tight against him as he released his load into her pussy. Like their lovemaking, even his climax seemed like a gentle, sensual release rather than a violent blast. Emily sighed contently in his arms as gentle waves of pleasure coursed through her body.
“Hmmm
” Emily sighed. “You’re the best.”
“You too,” Justin replied, holding her close. “But we should get cleaned up before the parental units get home.”

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The Fisherman & The Mermaid-Chap 11 & 12

CHAPTER 11
We went boating the following day, taking a lunch from the deli along with some chairs, umbrella, blanket, and a big rubber tire tube. It was Labor Day Weekend—the last big weekend of the summer, although I’ve always enjoyed the later weekends in September—and we planned to enjoy it to the max. I drove the boat out of the harbor, turned left, but grounded it around half way to Crane’s Neck. The beach there is deserted. There’s a big marsh behind the beach and no homes for almost a mile. A small creek leads to the marsh. At high tide the water rushes in and as it ebbs the water rushes out. It’s a blast riding a tube either way, especially because the bottom is only inches below the surface and it’s covered with thousands of rounded stones. Bouncing your butt is great fun as you rush by at twenty miles an hour.
I led Marta to the creek, sitting her in the tube a foot or two before the rapidly moving creek began. Marta looked as if she had a question. “Just keep your hands, feet, and butt up and enjoy. I’ll catch up with you inside.” I gave her a push before she could chicken out. She moved away so fast I couldn’t keep up even though I was sprinting up the beach. When I crossed the crest of the beach I found Marta in a tiny pool laughing like crazy. “How on earth did you ever find this? It’s hilarious.” I pulled her up as we walked back to the Sound, the tube on my shoulder. I explained how as boys Jimmy and I had roamed all up and down these beaches. It was just a matter time before we stumbled over the marsh. Our first excursions in the stream were done without a tube until we went home all black and blue. We had to promise to use a tube or inflatable raft if we ever came back here again; we came often.
Marta rode several times before we decided a rest was in order. I set up the chairs and umbrella; Marta carried the cooler and towels. We sat on the beach and relaxed—not a soul as far as one could see with the exception of the occasional boat that passed by. It was almost a half hour before Marta noticed how truly alone we were. That’s when she lost the top of her suit
and the bottom. I was lost in a book when I heard an “Ahem.” I looked up astonished. “Lotion me?” She spun around seductively, teasing me with her body.
“Did you want lotion from the bottle or my special brew from my special personal container?”
“Tell you what—let’s use the special lotion on my inside and the bottle lotion on my outside. How does that sound?” When I nodded she continued, “Let’s do the inside first, OK?” She pulled me up and my suit down before sitting on the blanket and extending her hand to me. I lay next to her in the shade of the umbrella, pulling her soft supple body to mine. We kissed, gently at first as our passion grew. In minutes we were all over each other—we couldn’t wait to couple
to become one. I moved over Marta, spreading her legs as I settled between them.
I placed my head at the junction of those long shapely legs, stuck out my tongue and licked
and licked
and licked. I enjoyed watching Marta squirm under my ministrations. She almost jumped when I pushed my tongue into her tunnel, rubbing gently against her ultra sensitive G-spot. “Peter,” she groaned, “I need you in me
please.”
I leapt forward, kissing her tender lips with mine as I thrust my hard cock running with pre-cum into her waiting canal. Marta showed her appreciation by wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. We were engaged in a dance of love and lust, one in which we wiggled and writhed together for what seemed like an hour but was really only minutes until Marta reacted—clamping her thighs around me as she screamed non-stop for almost a minute. At the end she came—shaking, shuddering until she collapsed beneath me drained and covered in a sheet of sweat. I pumped her four more times until I spread my lotion over her womb and vaginal walls. It leaked from her pussy and I watched amazed as she rubbed it into her abdomen and stomach. She lolled on the blanket, closed her eyes and fell asleep. I covered her with a towel to keep the sun from her delicate skin.
We went fishing the following day, rushing the blackfish season just a bit. Fall fishing for blacks is different than in the spring when the preferred bait is sandworms or bloodworms, although clams are sometimes successful, too. In the fall there is only one bait—green crabs. Marta was comical when she first saw the crabs in a plain brown paper bag. I dumped them into an old plastic bucket and covered them with a damp towel. I reached in and grabbed a big one, flipped it over onto its back and cut down the middle. I quartered the crab, removed the legs tossing them overboard and showed Marta how to run the hook through the leg holes. She looked at the big chunk of crab and wondered, “How can a fish get that huge thing into its mouth?”
“I don’t know, but it does. This is the best bait, by far. Just try it.” Marta shook her head as she lowered her hook into the water. After twenty minutes she had yet to get a bite. She pulled her bait in and I changed it. This time she got a nibble—just a little one—but that was followed by a strong bite, one that almost tore her expensive rod and reel from her hands. Marta raised her rod and set the hook, cranked the handle and brought her first black of the fall to the boat. Even after I had netted it she commented, “I still don’t understand it—there’s no way this fish can get that big piece of crab into its mouth.” Then she put on a new piece and went back to work.
On Tuesday I went back to work, spending the morning in a series of meaningless meetings. I had arranged for Marta to meet me for lunch. Tony drove her to school where we joined some of my fellow teachers at a fine restaurant that just happened to serve an outstanding burger even though it wasn’t on the menu. Marta told me that she had been given a new project—modernizing a logo for a well established Fortune 500 company. It would be a challenge and would keep her busy for weeks. Marta explained that she had done this before and that she usually created at least six logos to submit to the company. She stayed with me all afternoon helping me set up my classroom for the opening tomorrow.
We still made love three times a day trying to get her pregnant. The only problem was that I was wearing down. As much as I loved Marta there were physical limits that even I couldn’t break. I woke up in the morning, made love, grabbed a quick shower and drove to work, stopping for coffee and a donut on the way. This all changed one Thursday in early October. I hurried home to do my duty, finding three home pregnancy tests on the kitchen counter. They all said, “Yes.”
I almost fainted from the combined joy and relief. Marta told me she had made an appointment with her gynecologist for the following Friday. It was late so I could go with her. We agreed to say nothing until we knew it was official.
I had been uneasy about Marta being home by herself. With the threats against her life eliminated there was no longer any reason for Tony to be here. I made a suggestion to Marta. I had a student last year whose dad, Russ Sullivan, trained guard dogs. He and I had spoken several times while his daughter Amber was my student and he liked me. Amber had a wonderful experience as my student, blossoming both intellectually and socially. I asked if it were possible for a dog to be both a family pet and a guard dog. “It’s not only possible, that’s the preferred way. When a dog feels he/she is part of a family there’s a natural tendency to be protective. A trained dog is just as loving, but even more protective.”
The following afternoon I took Marta to meet Sara, a nine month old spayed female German Shepherd. She was a beautiful dog; she and Marta hit it off immediately. We made arrangements to come back over the weekend for mutual training as Russ transferred the dominant human in Sara’s life from himself to Marta and me. We took Sara home Sunday afternoon; she was a bargain at $2,500. I walked her around the perimeter of the yard with her at “heel.” We did it again later; I walked and she followed. She stayed within the confines of the yard as Russ had promised she would. I felt much better when I went to work Monday knowing that Marta had not only a companion, but a protector, as well.
CHAPTER 12
We had team teaching in my school—four teachers (English, Math, Social Studies, and Science) all sharing the same students—and this year I had a new member, a Math teacher named Paul DeVito. He was younger than me by a few years. Over the first three weeks of school I learned he was an excellent teacher and a great guy. I invited him to a cookout the last weekend of September. “Come at two. We’ll watch football and drink some beer before dinner. I have someone I want you to meet.”
“Please, Pete, don’t tell me you’re fixing me up! I’m OK, honest.”
“Yeah, right, that’s why you go home and work every afternoon
every evening
and all weekend. You’re new to the area and you don’t know a soul. I have just the person for you—she has a great personality.”
“Oh no! Please, spare me! The last time someone did me a favor like that their dog was better looking.”
“Well, Celia is my wife’s best friend. She’s gorgeous, sexy, fun, and I’ve known her all her life. She’s like a sister to me. I think you’ll be perfect together, besides the worst thing that’ll happen is you’ll get a decent meal for a change.”
“OK, but if she’s a dog I’m never talking to you again.” I laughed all the way to my next class. I told Marta about my plan and she approved immediately. She called Celia, inviting her, but not telling her about Paul. I also called Jimmy and Andrea, inviting them. Saturday Marta and I rose early, cleaned the house and prepped the ribeyes I planned to grill for dinner. Jimmy and Andrea arrived first, followed about ten minutes later by Paul. Celia was last—she was almost always late—so Paul got a good look at her as she walked through the door. I could see that he was surprised. I introduced them to each other, getting the expected reaction from Celia. She pulled me into the kitchen. “You’re fixing me up? Me? Do I look like I need fixing up?”
“No, Celia, but Paul is a great guy and he’s new in town so he knows nobody. Why not be nice to him and give him a chance? He works with me and he’s a wonderful teacher. He’s smart and funny, but he’s a bit shy. Just give him a chance
do it for me
please.” Celia shot some daggers at me but turned to the living room, smiled and sat next to Paul, engaging him in conversation. Twenty minutes later they were still talking. At halftime they walked outside, taking a couple of beers with them. The third quarter was almost over when I checked on them again. They were walking the back yard and Sara was keeping them company, playfully nipping at Celia’s shoes from time to time. I saw Celia make the first move as she reached for Paul’s hand. He took it as they continued to walk. I returned to the game.
At 4:30 Marta brought out some hors d’oeuvres. I called outside, but Celia told me they were OK. At 5:30 I started the grill and cooked the steaks by six. We all talked over dinner and later played some silly board games. Jimmy and Andrea left at nine. Celia pulled Paul up from the couch saying, “We have to go, too. Thanks for a great time.” Paul looked like a deer caught in the headlights.
I saw Paul first thing Monday morning. “That Celia is some woman. She came home with me and we fucked all night, but Sunday morning she made me get up and go to Mass with her. Then we went back home and fucked all day. What an incredible woman!” I felt great that they had gotten along so well. Now it was up to them to see where it went. I wondered what Paul would think when he learned that her father was head of the Long Island mob.
That moment came a few weeks later when he came running into my classroom during our planning period. “Omigod
omigod
you
you
you’ve killed me. Her father is going to kill me. When he finds out I’ve been fucking her I’ll be dead. Thanks a lot, buddy.”
“Relax, Paul nobody’s going to kill you. I assure you Papa already knows. For one thing he knows Celia. He knows Celia can be wild and he knows she has slept around in the past. I promise you he knew that first night when she didn’t come home. Are you dead yet? Of course not, so stop worrying. Trust me
he’s much more interested in marrying her off and getting her out of the house. As long as your intentions are honorable you’ve got nothing to worry about.”
“Oh, yeah? She invited me to dinner Sunday
with her family. What am I going to do?”
“Do
nothing—just go and enjoy the meal and the company. Jimmy and Andrea will be there—you already know them—and so will Marta and I so you’ll know almost everybody. You’ll love Mama and, frankly, you’ll love Papa, too. Just relax and be yourself. Celia obviously likes you a lot—she’s never invited anyone to dinner before.”
“I hope you’re right. I’m too young to go on the lam.”
I made arrangements to pick Paul up and drive him to the Pelligrini estate. We stopped at the gate as Tony greeted us, “Hi, Pete
Marta, so I guess this is Paul, eh?” I nodded as Paul smiled nervously. “Yeah, you’re one lucky dude hooking up with Celia. Man, she is one hot
oh, sorry, Marta.” He opened the gate and we drove up to the house. The family was there to greet us. Celia ran to the truck, pulling Paul to her and greeting him with a passionate kiss. I saw Paul cringe.
Celia led Paul to the head of the line, introducing him to Papa and Mama. Papa extended his hand; Mama hugged him. I could see Paul relax when he shook hands with Jimmy and kissed Andrea. Marta and I greeted everyone next; I patted Paul on the back as we walked together into the house. Once he had a chance to relax everyone got to meet and know the real Paul; he was witty and sensitive. He treated Celia with the ultimate respect. Nobody reacted at all when Celia sat in his lap, wrapping her arm around his neck.
Dinner was the usual “ordeal.” Fortunately, Marta and I had warned him what to expect so he paced himself throughout the meal. As usual, the women helped Mama clean up and serve the dessert. Marta distributed the cannoli, giving me a kiss instead. We laughed our way through the rest of the evening until it was time to go. I went to round up Paul, but Celia headed me off, “We’ll be taking my car, Petey and thanks. I hate getting fixed up
usually, but not this time. You were right. He is wonderful.”
“That’s funny,” I whispered in her ear as I leaned down to kiss her cheek, “that’s exactly what I told him about you.” She kissed me back and the four of us took our leave.
We were back at Casa Pellegrini at Thanksgiving, seated around the huge table. The Pellegrini tradition is to tell everyone what you are thankful for before eating. This is usually just a sentence or two, but this year it seemed to go on forever. Celia went first; “I’m really thankful that I’ve finally met someone I can love and trust. Despite my initial misgivings I’m thankful that my ‘brother’ Petey had the sense to convince me to give Paul a chance. Thanks, Petey!”
Paul went next: “I’m also thankful for Pete’s intervention in my life. Here I was minding my own business as a happy bachelor and now
. Uh oh, I think I just goofed.” Celia came to his rescue by kissing him and showing everyone the ring she had been hiding up to now. “OK,” Paul continued,” I’m especially thankful for Celia. As you can see I’ve asked her to marry me and, for some reason I can’t fathom, she’s said ‘yes.’” Everyone rose to congratulate the couple. I could see a huge smile on Papa’s face as he shook Paul’s hand.
Next was me: “I’m thankful that fate brought me to Marta, that I was able to save and protect her. More than that, I’m especially thankful that she loves me enough to want to spend all her days with me. I also want to thank all of you for your help and support through our ordeal.” There was polite applause when I finished.
Marta was last. “I think everyone here knows what I’m thankful for
being alive and rescued by the most wonderful man I’ve ever met. I’m thankful for all the help everyone in this family has given me. I’m thankful that I have a real family—my own was nothing like this. And, finally, I’m thankful that I am
PREGNANT!”
Again everyone was up to congratulate us with kisses and back slaps. It was almost five minutes before everyone was seated again. Marta continued, “I’m not quite done yet. I’d like to ask Celia if she would be our child’s godmother and Jimmy if he’d be the godfather.”
Both readily agreed before Jimmy spoke, “I’m thankful we can eat now.”
Paul and Celia were married just before Easter; Celia was three months pregnant at the time. Marta had an uneventful pregnancy, sharing her most intimate moments with
Sara—our dog. The school year was almost over when the principal’s secretary came to my classroom door. “It’s time,” she told me, “someone named Celia—is that Mr. DeVito’s wife?” I nodded nervously. “She called to say Marta’s on her way to the hospital.” I ran out as fast as I could. I jumped into my car and drove. The trip was a blur—I remember nothing of it—until I reached the hospital. Then I couldn’t find a parking place. Finally, I ran in, got directions to the right area. A nurse helped me into a gown, cap, and booties. I felt silly, but Marta was thrilled to see me. I kissed Celia and then Marta. I held her hand through the entire birth. It was incredible. Six hours later I was the father of a beautiful baby girl. I was never happier as I hugged Marta and kissed her, telling her for the thousandth time, at least—“I love you.”
The End
NOTE: While this is a work of fiction all the geographical descriptions are real and based on my own experiences. Likewise, all the fishing information is also as I have lived it. Unfortunately, Marta is merely a figment of my imagination.

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Miserable Aunt
My marriage wasn’t much of one. It felt more like a partnership than a marriage. I was on the road a lot to make ends meet and my wife was working part time, being homemaker and raising our daughter. Needless to say, we both were pretty miserable without being able to spend much time together.
Then the unthinkable happened. While traveling through Kansas toward a South Carolina destination, I got a call from my sister that no sister should have to make. My wife and daughter perished in a car wreck caused by a drunk driver. I thought I was living a lonely life before but now….well, it got worse. When I would go back to the house, it felt empty, dead and hard to stay. So I kept a few mementos’, cleaned up the place and sold it.
That was almost a year ago. In all honesty, the first holidays you observe are the toughest. They bring back the fact they’re not there to enjoy those good times with you anymore and then the pain reins you in to a near catatonic state. In addition, dealing with the death of my last living grandparent a few weeks ago isn’t as bad as it wasn’t a shock. She was ill for a long time and it was more of a relief than anything else that she was no longer suffering. I was in North Dakota when my Aunt Jean called to let me know Grandma passed on. I wasn’t able to make the funeral and scheduled time off to spend with Aunt Jean as soon as I could.
Aunt Jean had always been my favorite. She always seemed bubbly and happy. I had a crush on her for the longest time. She was only five feet tall, very dark brown hair that she always kept midway down her back but recently cut it to shoulder length. Though petite, she sported a nice figure on the order of a 35C-24-35 and might have weighed all of 100 pounds soaking wet. That was my memory of her when I was much younger. The few times I had visited, she always looked great and we always had fun driving around in her Porsche 914! My Dad was the oldest and she was the baby of the family and we were only fourteen years apart in age. Now at 46, alone and driving a truck, I couldn’t wait to get off the road and visit Aunt Jean at her new place she built and talk about good times we had at Grandma’s old house.
When I drove up into the driveway, my Aunt came running out to meet me, ecstatic that I could make it. As soon as we embraced, she broke down into sobs thanking me for coming. Grandpa and all three of her siblings were gone and she felt so alone having to take care of Grandma before she passed away. After several minutes of hugging and comforting each other, we went inside her house to talk about how things are going. She fixed us some coffee and we talked about all the stuff that was to be shipped to living relatives based on the Will. We talked for hours with good memories and bad coming back to us about Grandma. Before we knew it, it had grown dark outside and neither of us had supper.
“Would you want Italian or Mexican tonight?” She asked in her soothing southern accent.
“Italian. I don’t think my stomach will handle that kind of spice tonight.” I replied.
“Get your boots on and let’s go then! I’ll be just a couple of minutes.” She said cheerily. “Let’s take your Jeep. I haven’t had a ride in one of those yet.” With that, she winked and went upstairs to her bedroom to change.
I went to my room and changed into an upper-casual set of clothes. Kaki brown trousers, dark green button-down front dress shirt and black dress cowboy boots. After brushing my hair I waited in the foyer for her to return. A few minutes later I heard her close her door and start descending the stairs when I looked up. The room seemed to light up and my eyes widened as she took each step in an elegant and very feminine decent down a staircase. She was wearing a white casual dress with a black belt and black three inch spike high heeled shoes. The dress extended to just below the knee and sported a shoulder baring ruffle which hid sleeve loops to prevent them from sliding up onto her shoulders. She had her hair down but was adorned with a white hair band like those from the sixties, over the top of her head. Coupled with her amazing green eyes she looked to be in her mid-thirties. The look was classic demure elegance. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she looked straight at me and smiled knowingly. She knew she had that effect on men. She came up to me and with a slender finger, gently lifted my chin to close my mouth. I swallowed a hard dry lump. She looked fantastic and I then remembered why I had such a crush on her waaaaay back when. Apparently, I still had one.
“I take it you like my dress?” she asked as she twirled around for me to see the whole thing smiling happily. Her skirt flared out and I could see the white lace garters on her nude colored stockings high up on her thighs raising my temperature considerably. I thought she had good looking legs but I never suspected she wore stockings! I simply nodded in answer to her question as anything I would try to have said would either come out cracking like a puberty teen or a croak. She held out a hand, palm down and like a gentleman, I took on the chivalrous role she initiated and looked into her eyes. Her pupils were dilated, large as I then thought she saw mine were. With her in hand I guided her through the door to the Jeep.
Southern nights in Georgia can be quite uncomfortable. Tonight wasn’t one of those hot steamy nights. Instead it was quite pleasant. We still needed the air conditioning but didn’t need it going full tilt. She directed me on where to turn to get to the restaurant and in no time we were pulling up to a very nice one. I parked up close to the building so she wouldn’t have to walk in those high heels which I’m sure she didn’t wear but on rare occasions. I got out and hurriedly moved around to open her door before she opened it. I needn’t have worried. She sat there as befits a proper lady waiting patiently. I opened the door and held out my hand. She took it and swung her legs over and slid out landing on her feet expertly as if she’d done it all her life. When she was married, her husband always had a full-sized pick up with large tires and wherever they went, it was in his truck. She only drove her car when he wasn’t going anywhere with her.
“I remember that huge Jeep your dad had. It was so high up I was always afraid if I fell out, I’d fall on my face long before my feet hit.” She said. We laughed at that. His was a 1977 Cherokee Chief with the big tires and it was a doozie of a step. Any woman in a dress or skirt would have to hike it up pretty high to manage getting in or out. She commented that she liked this one better as it didn’t try to catch her dress and make it ride up. I gave a half-smile wondering why she commented on that. We walked up to the Maütre d’ and asked for our names. I gave him mine and he found it on the reservation list.
“It is a pleasure to have you and your lovely wife here to dine with us tonight. “ He said reaching for her hand then bowing at the hip and kissing the back of it gently. My eyebrows launched upward then I frowned and she gave me a firm look and barely perceptible shake of her head. When the Maütre d’ risen from his bow at the hip, she was smiling again at him.
“This way to your table please.” The Maütre d’ said and turned to stride purposefully into the dining rooms. Aunt Jean lifted her hand palm down again and I took it leading her to follow in the Maütre d’s wake.
On the way to our booth, I caught a few of the men glancing at my aunt. Others openly stared. It was fairly easy to tell who was admiring and who was leering. I reacted to the leering in a not so subtle switch to protect mode as some of the leering ones made eye contact with me and the meaning clear. I immediately felt my grip on her hand tighten slightly as my jaw set and six foot two inch frame tensed as if readying for battle. She looked at me and whispered something in my ear I couldn’t process right away in my state of mind. I did relax but only a little until we were seated in a mostly unoccupied section of the dining area. A wall separating this area from the main dining area gave the impression of a separate restaurant. Curtains crossed the open doorway blocked the view and most of the sound of the other restaurant patrons and I relaxed considerably once we were seated. This area was considerably more quiet as I looked around with a quick glance to take in the thicker carpet as well as the drapes on the walls. Our little privacy booth was also decorated with drapes and other material that trapped noise. Sound did not carry in here very well at all so patrons could have comfortable conversations without being overheard.
“My name is Morgan. If I may be of any further assistance, please notify Stephan, your waiter.” He said while handing out a wine list. Morgan bowed again, turned and headed to the front desk. I started to open my mouth but Aunt Jean was quicker.
“I’m moving over here so I can see the wine list too.” She said as she moved around to my side of the booth. It was just wide enough to fit two people comfortably. Confused about Morgan’s welcoming statement, Aunt Jean sat down next to him and he dumbly gave over for her to hold the other end of the wine list.
“What will you be having tonight? Beef, chicken, fish or pork?” she asked me. My mind still dwelling on Morgan’s statement didn’t respond and she asked again.
“Oh. Sorry Aunt Jean. Uh. I think I’ll have lasagne with meat sauce and a glass of Zinfandel. I’m not too well versed on wines but I do know red goes with meat dishes and white with fish. Beyond that, I know little besides what my taste buds tell me.” I said.
“A sensible answer.” She said then looked thoughtful for a moment before speaking. “I think I’ll have the spinach lasagne with a Pinot Noir.” She said as she leaned a little further over toward me. I was just about to ask her about Morgan’s welcome when our waiter, Perry showed up.
“Good evening. I am Perry and I will be your waiter tonight.” He said. “may I start you off with your wine order perhaps?”
I spoke up and gave him our wine choice as well as our meal choice. Perry thanked us for our orders and left to take our choice to the kitchen. Again I was just about ask the question when Aunt Jean spoke up first again.
“I know you’re confused about Morgan’s apparent mistake in naming me your wife.” She said looking me straight in the eye.
“But I meant for that to happen. “ she said and as I opened my mouth to voice another question, she put a finger on my lips to silence me.
“I know it seems odd I would want that impression. I also know that though we are related, we are also only 14 years apart in age. I thought it might be fun to assume the role of a married couple. Lord knows I wish I could have a life-long companion again.” She said softly and looked down at the table but her eyes wouldn’t focus on it.
“I must I am a bit shocked Aunt Jean. I didn’t know you were that lonely. I mean, you look great! I know you’re sixty but you look better than any thirty-something I know.” I said. “I can’t imagine you having any trouble getting dates.”
She smiled, a little sadly then said, “I may look as young as you think you see me but I don’t feel that young anymore. I feel like I’ve missed a good amount of my life trying to make my marriage work and in the end, fail.”
“But..” I cut off as she shook her head slowly.
“I’m too old to be going on dates and making the bar scene or using those online dating sites. I’m sixty and I feel every bit of my age.” She said then lain her head on my shoulder and sighed. “I wish I could go back and fix my current life.”
I thought of my family and the pain it brought back. I looked at the wedding band on my finger then noticed aunt Jean was wearing hers and the question I wanted to ask came to mind again.
“Why are you wearing your wedding band Aunt Jean?” I asked.
She looked at her left hand and gave a half smile. “I guess I wanted to feel like I’m attached to someone and thought maybe you and I could just pretend we were a happy couple but
” she trailed off.
“But what?” I asked. I had a feeling what she meant but wanted her to say it.
“Oh nothing. Just an old woman’s fanciful dream so as not to feel like she’s the last of her generation. Don’t worry Ben. I didn’t want to bring up the hurt you must be feeling having lost your family too. I’m sorry.” She said and started to move out of the booth. He put a hand on hers to stop her. She stilled then looked into his eyes. His eyes were glistening and realizing what she’d done, hers did too and she sat closer to him again.
A couple minutes later, Perry brought their wine order out and poured each a glass. As he was about to put the bottles on the cart, I stopped him and asked if he would just leave them and add them to our bill. Perry smiled greatly and left them. Aunt Jean was curious now.
“Why?” she asked simply.
“We both have a lot of memories that hurt. This is the elegant way to dissolve many of them. Afterwards, we can either paint the town red or stock up on the way home. Much can disappear in this universal solvent as can more potent potions of patriarchal partaking of the more prodigious poison.” I said. She laughed as her face lit up in surprise.
“You really mean we should get plastered tonight?” she said.
“I partake in extreme patriotic latitude when it comes to this magic solvent.” I said and put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her tighter to me. “A toast to a most magnificent celebration of being the only two lonely people on the planet tonight.” I said raising my glass.
She raised her glass and said, “To our everlasting companionship. May we never feel lonely when we’re together.” Their glasses clinked and made a tiny musical note then downed their glassfuls in large gulps.
Chapter 2
Upon finishing out meals, we were both tipsy and thought it best to save some of the night for more spirits elsewhere. After paying the check, they both went to Morgan and asked for a cab. Morgan did so immediately.
“I trust your stay with us was enjoyable?” asked Morgan.
“I think I had the best lasagne I have ever had. Thank you for a wonderful meal.” I said.
Morgan nodded and looked at Aunt Jean. “And how was Mrs. Logan’s meal?” he asked. Aunt Jean had a grin on her.
“It was truly wonderful and my husband here knows more about wines than he let on. That Pinot Noir was excellent.” She said. I missed the “husband” part and looked at Morgan with one eyebrow raised thinking about his addressing my Aunt as
“Mrs. Logan”. I felt a finger on my lips as I was about to open them to protest but I kept silent after that. Aunt Jean pulled me toward the door holding my arm as if I was leading her.
AS we got outside, the warm night air seemed to have a calming effect. We sat silently and waited for the cab to show up. Once it did, we piled into the back and told the driver to head to the nearest classy bar.
After we arrived, we headed straight for any corner table or booth we could find and sit down. When we found one, a waitress was already waiting to take our orders. I ordered a Rum and Coke while Aunt Jean ordered a Bloody Mary. She sat next to me and we listened to the live music onstage. It wasn’t loud but loud enough. The waitress returned with our drinks then promptly left our table. We sat there taking sips and watching the band play.
After half of her drink was gone, she leaned over into me. I settled back and let her get comfortable. The waitress came back to check on us and we both ordered Margaritas for our next round.
“I like this place Aunt Jean. You have excellent taste as usual.” I said. She looked up at me and smiled. She then reached up behind my head and pulled my head closer to hers and kissed me on the lips. Not one of those family type kisses but a short one albeit deeper kiss. My mind seemed to have gone totally blank at that moment and as I started to kiss her back, she pulled away and held my gaze.
“I think it’s time that while your with me you should call me Jean. Just Jean.” She said. I cocked an eyebrow as if to question what I heard. She smiled and nodded.
“I’m glad you liked it Ben. I’m also glad our cab driver knew about this place. I couldn’t remember the name but classy it is.” She said changing the subject back to my original comment. I just sat there dumbly trying to figure out what was going on through the muzziness of the drinks. She nestled into me further and I could swear I heard or rather felt her sigh. A few moments later I felt one of her hands on my thigh and gave a gentle squeeze. I was so muzzy from drink that it took a moment to process what was happening. Reactively or by instinct, I didn’t know what was what at this point, my right hand tucked around her slender waist and gently rubbed her stomach through the fabric of her dress. Her hand went to stroking my thigh and an all too familiar ache began to stir down there.
Suddenly she sat up and in a flowing motion to leave the booth took my hand and pulled me up with her. I went with the flow and she headed for the dance floor. Not caring now about what transpired in the booth, we hit the dance floor and had a blast just cutting loose. After the fourth song, we left the floor and got back to our booth gasping and laughing.
“Oh my God! I haven’t had so much fun in forever it seems!” she said breathless. The muzzy feeling seemed to have diminished some as most of our Margarita’s were still intact. She gulped hers and I sipped mine. I was curious about her behavior now. She was acting like she was in her twenties at sixty. I had a sudden anxious moment as the thought hit me that she might have health problems I wasn’t aware of. The thought of her just dropping dead of a heart attack sobered me up considerably.
She turned and kissed me on the lips again but held it longer this time. I kissed back. She pulled away and looked in my eyes in contemplation. I gave her a wry smile and her mouth dropped open. I lifted her jaw closed and gave a half smile and a wink. Before she could react, I pulled her close and waved to our waitress to come over.
“Yes sir?” the waitress said.
“Do you have Champagne here?” I asked.
“Yes. Would you like me to bring two glasses?” she asked.
“No. I think we’ll take two bottles and check out.” I said.
The waitress smile slyly, turned and headed to fill the order. Jean looked up at me.
“Champagne! What’s the occasion or should I ask?” Jean said.
“We are going home to toast the end of our miserable lonely lives for better tomorrows.” I said.
“Oh? And how do you propose to end our miserable lonely lives? Have you figured out something I haven’t?” she said in a mock serious tone. I smiled and kissed her nose. I had taken what she had initiated and fully intended to fulfill her desire.
“I intend to finish what you started and I believe you’ll thoroughly enjoy it.” I said. She hit me with several questions and I ignored them. She even thumped her fist on my chest in an attempt to get me to talk.
The waitress returned with two bottles of champagne and the check. I paid the bill and asked the waitress if she would mind calling us a cab too and tipped her a ten. She had a grin on her face now and she went off to call for a cab. A few minutes later a cab did show up. I helped Jean in and climbed in myself and gave the cab driver the address. Jean sat quietly but occasionally bit her bottom lip. I could see the wheels were turning and trying to work out what I had said. She looked at me several times with expressions of curiosity, concern and worry. I figured when she got that last one she had come to some sort of conclusion. When she looked over to me again with that worried look, I leaned over and kissed her gently. Her eyes closed and she kissed back. As I started to pull away, she went with me and kept our lips locked until she couldn’t lean any further over. I stared ahead but in my peripheral vision, I could tell she was staring at me and then I felt a hand on my thigh again.
Just then the cab bumped over a speed bump at the entrance to the driveway of her house. The spell broken, she sat upright and folded her hands in her lap until the cab stopped. I paid the driver, got out and went around to her side. Setting the champagne down I opened the door, held out my hand and helped her out. Closing the door the driver almost immediately took off not bothering to make sure we were clear of the car to earn his next fare. I instinctively grabbed Jean around the waist and pulled her clear as I was sure the mirror would have clipped her. I shook my fist at the driver and noticed Jean was holding on to me and looking up at me.
“Thank you Ben.” She said in a husky voice. I didn’t relinquish my hold on her waist as I made sure the cab driver didn’t hit anything or anyone in his rush to leave. When he took off, I looked down at Jean and she was staring me in the eyes. A softer look now than before.
“Shall we go inside?” I asked. She shook her head. “Where then?”
“To the pool.” She said and began to lead off letting her arm fall from around my waist. I let her go and knelt to pick up the champagne bottles. I turned my head to see which way she was heading and was entranced as my eyes followed her. She walked with a sway to her hips I don’t remember ever seeing her having before. It was a seductive rather than a regular hip-swinging style of walk. It was amazing to watch. Before I knew it she turned her head and looked back at me smiling.
“Are you coming?” she asked in a sultry voice. My mind was thinking I should be in more ways than one after seeing her walk that way. I gulped knowing what I was doing but the fact that she was perpetuating it was incredibly arousing. I stood up and caught up with her in only a few strides. My mind knew what we were about to do and my cock was reacting with an intensity I haven’t felt in a long long time. I held our my arm to her and she took it and hugged it as we walked to the fence gate that opened to the back yard.
She punched in a key-code on the keypad and the lock clicked. I pulled the door open and let her through then pulled the door closed behind me. The yard was lit up with accent lighting low to the ground and gave the impression of a very large area surrounded by trees, bushes and an assortment of flower beds. She loved gardening and it showed in the little light there was. I also noticed that the area felt totally secluded and with the new moon, was absolutely dark where the light couldn’t reach.
“It seems like we’re out in the middle of nowhere.” I said looking up and saw the stars blazing overhead.
“I know. The nearest house is actually a few hundred yards in any direction. I built the house in the middle of the property so I could have the peace and quiet I couldn’t have in the old place. Now that I have it, I feel more isolated in more ways than one. But it is home and I do love to keep up with the yard work. I inherited a lot you know. I’m the only living kin she had and I wanted to do something nice without going overboard for myself.”
I looked down at the ground and a few memories of Grandma’s old place flashed through my mind. “Yeah. I never knew how well off she was until you and I talked about it. And instead of going crazy with the money, you built your dream home where you wanted and can live peacefully without guilt. Anyone who can be that responsible with that much inheritance deserves a little something for themselves. Another reason to celebrate!” I said hoisting the bottles in the air.
She smiled, giggled and clapped her hands bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet like an excited little girl. “Let’s start now!” she exclaimed. She bent down, pulled off her high heels and with them in hand, ran through the grass toward the pool. I ran after her. It was wonderful to see her so happy and bubbly again.
We climbed the stone stair steps cut into the side of the slope leading up to the pool from the back yard. The pool was a pretty good sized one and on the same level as the first floor of the house. The back of the house was built into a slope so the lowest level was a semi-basement. This was the game/media/great room with two bedrooms and a full common bath. It’s intention was clearly for guests and recreation.
The slope lead down into a level area with the large trees, bushes and such hence the stone stairway. Upon reaching the pool area, the motion sensor lights came on and flooded the area with a harsh bluish white light. Jean went to a panel next to the large sliding glass doors and turned them off. The effect was the total loss of night vision and spots remained for a couple of minutes while my eyes adjusted again to the dark. The low accent lighting turned on around the pool as did the underwater lights. I saw her running toward the pool and with a leap as graceful as a deer, dove into the pool. In that instant, I realized she wasn’t wearing her dress. The low lighting kept her pretty well hidden as did my still recovering night vision. The splash sound she made was small as she swam daily and enjoyed diving that started in high school. She won a few championships both at the county and state levels but declined invitations to try out for Olympic competition. Then it occurred to me that she wasn’t wearing her dress again. I stopped and looked. She was swimming back toward me and in the soft glow of the pool lights, I couldn’t see that she was wearing anything. My heart started pounding in my chest and my breathing was changing as my own passion rose. She got to the edge of the pool and rose up to lay her arms over the edge to prop her up while keeping everything in the water.
“Are you going to just stand there and gawk or are you going to offer up some of that champagne?” she asked in a playful tone. I came to my senses and went over to the wet bar near the glass doors to retrieve two glasses and put one of the bottles into the chiller. I looked over to her and she had her arms up on the edge of the pool looking at me. I calmed myself a little before I spoke.
“It will take a few minutes to chill the bubbly. They got a bit warm.” I said.
“There’s some beer and coolers in the fridge under the counter. Bring me a cooler if you would please?” she said.
I looked under the counter and took two coolers out then walked over to where she was and handed her one. I took a seat at the nearest table and started downing mine. My mind was racing and things had gotten too clear and I wanted that muzzy feeling again.
“Why don’t you come on in. The water’s fine.” She said with a coquettish smile. I just looked at her in wonderment.
‘This woman seems to want you like you want her.’ I thought to myself.
“C’mon!” she said. “Go for it!”
I knew she had to be referring to my reluctance to get into the pool but my mind twisted it into an invitation to show my prowess. I smiled as I realized that had already been taken care of. After another moment of considering what was to become of us from now on, I made up my mind to be with her fully and completely. So I stood up and began removing my clothes. When I stood up and dropped my trousers and boxers at the same time, I heard her gasp and she caught her breath. My cock stood out proudly with a slight up turn. I looked at her and saw her eyes were as big as saucers and her mouth hung open. With a sly grin, I moved toward the edge of the pool and I heard a whispered “Oh my Gawd!” slip past her lips as she could see my cock bouncing and swaying. I dove into the pool knowing she was following with her gaze.
I swam to the far end hit the wall and swam toward her. Under water I could see that she still had on her stockings but no panties or bra. When she turned to follow me, I could tell as I got closer that she was also trimmed and partially shaved. I got closer still and could now make out the large swell of her labia. She was plumped and my cock was beginning to hurt from the most intense erection I could ever recall having.
I broke the surface a few feet away from her in a quick upward movement like a whale trying to fly free of the water. When I put my feet down and stood up the water came to my stomach and I looked straight at her. She had a hand up to her mouth biting down on two fingers and an incredulous look on her face. I continued to just stand there waiting for her to make the next move. She looked into my eyes and read my mind. She came to me.
She walked over to me never breaking eye contact, lowered her hand from her face and held both out to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck, lifted herself up and deposited a deep, long, wet kiss on my lips. I stood there kissing her without moving. I wanted to make sure she wanted this. When she broke the kiss and pulled back, I saw a glimmer of trepidation in those beautiful green eyes. I slowly brought my arms around her and embraced her. As I did, her pupils dilated even further and she kissed me hungrily this time. In that moment, we ceased to be related as Aunt and Nephew.
After we came up for air our breathing was ragged as though we had been running from the Hounds of Hell. Without words, her legs now wrapped around me and her hand guiding my cock toward her pussy. I felt the tip nudge her opening and she began to slid it between her folds. Pulling with her legs she began to bear down in impatience. I felt pre-cum pulse from my cock and the head slipped in slightly. Then she bore down again and the head slipped past her opening. She moaned and let herself get used to being penetrated. It had been a long time since she made love. It had been a very long time indeed. She had toys but seldom used them and it had been a long time since she had used them too. She wasn’t tight like a woman in her twenties but she was very snug and after each attempt to bear down and I went a little deeper then stopped to accommodate herself to my cock.
I should tell you that I wasn’t endowed with an average cock else she most likely would have been able to spear herself on me in the first or second downward thrust. My cock is about ten inches long and the diameter nearly two and half inches at the widest part about half way down the shaft before it narrows slightly back to two inches. The head is just under two inches across. Being tapered at both ends offers my lady friends a unique feeling of being expanded and they are able to “capture” me inside them at the just the right moment of their choosing. The tapering came about from an auto accident and the resulting surgery I had to have. But that’s another story.
Jean was now moving up and down in short movements to increase my depth into her. The water wasn’t helping as it diluted both our juices as my shaft slid out. Her eyes closed, she was a picture of exotic, aroused concentration as she kept the short movements going to make me impale her deeper. With only half of me inside, she wanted more and with more urgent thrusting, she was getting it. I could feel a sudden rise in heat as her lubricating juices flooded around my cock suddenly and she did indeed slide deeper. I put my hands down on her hips and helped push her down on me. Her hands came from around my neck and grabbed for my shoulders, her nails digging in. I felt a fluttering around my cock and then hard contractions. I pulled her down harder on each thrust forcing her down on my cock more. Her head fell back and a low stuttering moaning wail came from her throat as she came and convulsed.
It wasn’t an earth shattering orgasm from all appearances but it was a deep one. Her breathing slowed after a couple of minutes but her pussy was contracting often. I held her hips down and let her orgasm play out. Her grip on my shoulders became weak and I shifted my hands up behind her back to support her. I let her lay back and “float” making sure to keep her head above water. Her arms slid into the water and floated out from her sides. The grip her legs had around me also lessened. I supported her in this position for a few minutes letting her enjoy the ecstasy of her moment in time.
I hadn’t cum and being buried to the hilt in her watching her float was intensely erotic to say the least. This kept me hard throughout. As her legs relaxed, I pulled them up and kept her knees bent holding then to my sides. In this, she could float without any support under her back. She was beautiful to say the least. Her nipples peaked and hard as diamonds as the water lapped over them, the moisture evaporating and causing a cooling sensation. I could still feel her contractions but they were weaker now. She had the instant gratification orgasm she wanted and I was happy to help.
Her eyes opened dreamily and the smile she had when she came remained. This was the moment of truth. Our act of incest. Would she become guilty or not? She looked down her chest up into my eyes. The smile remained and a new look of newfound compassion was on her face. The afterglow of her orgasm no doubt but no sign of guilt.
“Thank you.” She whispered as she hugged her legs to me enjoying the feeling of float free in space.
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