Romance

Fiction

Classroom Cocksucker

We’ve all been there, guys. You’re in class and get that familiar hardness. This guy gets lucky and has some help with his situation.

Fiction

Saving Daisy

John was a thirty something business owner; general construction, married young and divorced within a couple of years. He was now a happy bachelor and doing okay for himself knocking down a cool 6 figures, living in one of his spec homes and doing what he had always wanted. He didn’t go out that much because all it meant to him was another hassle like before and he had enough hassles to last him a lifetime.
He had gotten quite a reputation around town for being a darn good builder and it was well disserved. He had always had this knack of knowing what looks good and how to build it and he used that knack to build his business very nicely. He also had even ventured out into custom building for the wealthier group in his town. With the rewards and the accolades came the added pressure of proving that he knew what he is doing and not making any bad mistakes. So far so good and he intended to keep it that way.
John had grown up in a blue collar family, his father worked at the mill and his mother was a waitress down at the local diner. He had gone into the diner regularly to have his breakfast and to flirt with all of the local girls. There was just one back in those days and she caught his eye big time. Well, his Momma warned him not to get involved “with that one” but he paid her no mind and before you could shake a stick at him, he ran off and got married to the little tramp and well, the rest is history.
His Momma died of a heart attach a couple of years later and his Papa never got over it and when to join her a year later at his own hand. All of a sudden, John was left all alone as a framer for a local builder and when the builder decided to retire, John was the first in line to take over his business.
John had learned his trade well and could not only frame up a good, square house, but he could, string wire, do his own plumbing, roofing and rough in work and have it ready for the professionals to come in and sign it off for the inspections. The only thing that he was lacking in was the finish and trim work so he hired himself the best man in town, Bill Wilson and his business was off and running. Of course, over time, he needed someone to oversee everything and to make sure they were all working off the same page, so he hired a third, a crack notched foreman name Carl to fit that bill.
It was on a Wednesday morning, having their weekly business breakfast, that a certain girl caught his eye. It isn’t as you might think because he had seen this little girl for over a year and he thought of her as if she was his own. Daisy was her name and she had just graduated high school and was thinking about heading to the local community college or about going to beauty school to become a beautician. She wasn’t going to work at this here ol’ diner for the rest of her life and she had the ambition to do whatever she wanted.
She was always bubbly and cheerful whenever he had seen her but on this particular morning, something seemed amiss, you know, something wasn’t just right. He was staring at her with his attention on her face and then it hit him like someone had hit Daisy, giving her a black eye.
“Daisy, darlin’, come on over here and let me take a good look at that eye of yours,” he said with concern in his voice.
“What, oh that, it’s nothing really, it’s just where I ran into the door last night in the dark,” she said in a sheepish sort of tone to her voice.
Bill scoffed and said, “Well, you’d think that you would know your way around the house in the dark wouldn’t ya?”
Carl smiled and returned his attention back to his notebook but John wasn’t quite convinced, not yet anyway so he pursued the matter a little further. “Let me that a look at that,” he said encouraging her to come closer for another, closer inspection.
“John, I said no, it’s really nothing,” she said in a huff but John was too powerful for her feeble attempt to hold him off as he looked at it closer. He saw that her whole side of her face was bruised and swollen under the makeup that was applied over it and the abrasion crept up to her eye. She also had a little swelling over her cheek bone.
“My God Daisy, you must have been running it get such a bruise!” he declared. “Are you sure you ran into a door last night?”
John thought for a second and then he saw red. “Daisy, now tell me the truth. Did Billy Joe hit you last night? Did that no account son-of-a-bitch do this to you? Tell me the truth now Daisy, did he hit you?”
She didn’t say a word, she didn’t have to; she just covered her tears and ran to the back of the diner.
Daisy had been just like anyone else as a ten year old when her Daddy got caught in the grinder at the mill and died on the spot. Her Momma had raised her the best she could but she just couldn’t make ends meet, so a couple of years later, she married this lazy bastard Billy Joe Morgan and that was the end of Daisy’s happy childhood.
Billy Joe had worked for John’s old boss before he retired and had framed along side of John. Well, worked is a generous statement, because Billy Joe usually showed up drunk every morning and was useless by the afternoon. When the boss had to fire his lazy ass, Billy Joe turned around and collected Workman’s Comp on him and he finally was classified as 100% disabled to this day. Daisy’s Momma was run over by a hit and run driver a couple of years later and the driver of the car was never discovered. The poor girl had to live with her step father Billy Joe until she could afford to move out.
He often wondered about what went on in that house at night but he didn’t feel that it was any of his business, but seeing this bruise on Daisy’s face that morning was more than he could handle so he suggested that the three of them at the table needed to pay Billy Joe a little visit.
Now neither Bill nor Carl were little men, in fact, John was the smallest of the three, so they were an imposing force when they showed up at Billy Joe’s house that morning. They rousted him out of his stupor as he finally came to see who was pounding on his door.
“What the fuck do you want?” he shouted through his front door.
The trio pounded again their answer. So Billy Joe made his second mistake in as many days as he opened the door and glared out at the people interrupting his sleep.
“Oh it’s you. The biggest piece of shit this side of the tracks,” he said in recognition of John’s presence.
“Good to see you too,” John said with a calm mean tone to his voice. “We’re here to ask you about little Daisy’s bruise on her face. You don’t know anything about that now do you?” John asked.
“What did that little slut tell you anyway. That I hit her? Well I did. She sassed me, right to my face. She told me to go to hell so I gave her what for,” he said in drunken slobber. “What business it is of your anyway?”
“Oh, I was just wondering because she was all bruised this morning and I just couldn’t believe the story that she gave me about running into the door in the middle of the night so I thought that I would come out to see what you had to say about it and now that you have confessed then I think that I can go,” John said, seething at the sight of this scum.
“Go to hell John,” Bobby Joe told him flatly.
I looked at him directly in his blood shot eyes and said, “Now that’s what you said that she said to you last night that caused you to hit her in the face. So I think if it’s good enough for you then it’s good enough for me,” as he unloaded on him with his fist to his ugly face.
He fell flat on his back as John asked the other two men standing on the porch, “Guys, don’t kill him but make him wish that he was dead,” and slowly turned to walk back to his pickup. He didn’t hear the cries that came out of Billy Joe’s mouth but he knew that he would have to stop by his friend the sheriff to tell about how poor Billy Joe fell down the staircase at his house.
The trio went back to the diner and John told Daisy that she didn’t have to go back home after she got off from her shift and that he would be by to pick her up and take her to his spec home to stay for awhile. He had made sure that Billy Joe would never hit her again and that she could now rid herself of him and start a new and better life for herself.
That was how it started and for the next couple of years or so, they lived a life of total harmony with one another in a truly brother and sister existence. He bought her everything she needed so she didn’t have to go back to her old place and she soon placed the terrible few years through her teenage life behind her.
They moved out of and into other houses depending on whether each of his homes sold or not, but she didn’t seem to mind the gypsy life just as long as she didn’t have to go back to Billy Joe and his drunken fits of anger. She was just thinking about going to school when everything seemed to change.
After a lot of moves, John decided to build him a more permanent home and he had just finished the project and they had moved in less than a week. It was a single story abode, a split plan with his bedroom on one side of the house and the other two bedrooms on the opposite side and both sides had their own bathrooms. The main part of the house was in the center so that was where they spent most of their time when they were home.
It was a Saturday mid-morning and John had an appointment to attend a third showing of a custom build home and he was right on time for it when he pulled out of the driveway. After traveling about 5 minutes towards his appointment, he suddenly realized that he had left the file for the project on his desk in the office/den and he needed it to make any notes or changes that the client might want to make. He turned around in the middle of the street and sped back towards his new home.
He parked his pickup and ran into the house to retrieve his forgotten file and as he entered the office, he heard the water running in his bathroom which was right next to the office. Thinking that he left the faucet running or something like that, he opened the door between the office and the bathroom and got the surprise of his life.
There standing under the rain shower head, was Daisy, naked as can be with her head pulled back under the water spraying out of the nozzle, facing his direction, taking a shower in his bathroom. “Why is she in my bathroom?” was the first thing to come to his mind but the second was “My God, she’s completely naked!”
He turned to leave but she opened her eyes and let out a scream and immediately covered herself with her hands and arms. Turning around, completely mortified about being caught in his bathroom, she screamed, “John, what are you doing here?”
“I forgot, ah …, I just came back, ah …, what are doing, ah …, I’ve got to go,” he shouted as he turned and ran out of the bathroom and out to his waiting pickup. He was breathing very heavily as he sped back to the route that he should have been on for ten minutes now and his mind was speeding more than the car as he worked his way through traffic to arrive at the site only a few seconds late.
The meeting went off without any more hitches and the clients seemed enthused and eager to finish the build and as he headed his rig back towards his house, his thoughts went to the surprising sight that it had captured forever in his mind’s camera. My God she was beautiful with her full round breast, with their smallish, pointy nipples sticking out proudly as the stimulating water fell down across them. Her waist was trim and flat like her abdomen and belly button but her bush down between her legs was the most luscious part of the picture. It was a light brown that seemed almost translucent in color and allowed a view of her wondrous lips down there that made John’s cock start to stir with excitement at the mere thought of seeing her like that.
He had a strange feeling come over him as he entered his driveway. It was almost a feeling of dread of having to face her but he thought that he had to see her eventually so now was as good of a time as ever. He entered his house and walked to the office and placed the file back into the file cabinet and as he turned to leave, there was Daisy, standing in the doorway looking terribly disturbed and guilty.
They stared into each other’s eyes for a brief moment or two and then John broke the silence by saying, “Daisy, I’m so sorry for barging in on you like I did this morning. I should have realized that I just didn’t leave the water running and that someone was obviously in the bathroom.”
“NO, it was all my fault. I should never have gone into your bathroom to take my shower. My God, what was I thinking of?” she replied, her voice in a panic.
“Well, we both were at fault I guess but I just want to say how sorry I am for seeing you, or ah, for interrupting your, ah, well, next time I’ll knock before entering,” John stammered and then realizing that he didn’t really mean what he said. Being very flustered by his attempt at an apology he stammered once again, “I mean, if there ever is a next time, I mean, well I just won’t knock and come right in, I mean, oh shit, you know,” he blurted out turning a bright shade of red.
She turned a equal color of red and then muttered, “Yeah, I know,” and turned to leave the room but as she turned, John could not help but notice the sway of her breasts and the little giggle of her buttocks as she made her way back to the other side of the house.
“My God,” John thought, trying to rewind the picture that kept flashing across his brain’s eye, “I don’t thing she had anything on under that tee shirt or those white cotton shorts. Her breasts were swaying so much that I’m sure that she wasn’t wearing a bra and that little ass on her was giggling too much to be covered by a pair of panties. My God, why was she dressed so provocatively?”
The Saturday progressed as usual except that John found himself all by himself watching the golf match instead of sharing the space with his house guest. She was mysteriously absent from the main part of the house and was holed up in her room. About two thirty in the afternoon, John decided that maybe he should check in on her and so he quietly approached her closed door and just as he was about to knock, he heard a strange groan or moan that stopped him in his tracks.
He listened intently through his held breath and there is was again. It was a moan, a loud moan and a squeak of a bed springs. He froze as he continued to listen in at her door, not daring to breathe. “There it was again, louder this time and what was she muttering?” As he eavesdropped on his lovely young house guest, he could make out a feint little, “Oh my God, oh my God, oh, oh OH, OH, YES!” and a rustling sound of covers coming through the closed door. He suddenly realized what he had been hearing as he slowly crept back down the hallway towards the family room. “She was getting herself off,” John thought as he walked back towards the family room and then he realized that his cock was sticking out straight in his pants and he was as horny as hell.
His raging cock stuck with him most of the afternoon along with his recording of her folly that he had overheard still playing in his mind. Had she actually been stimulating herself like it had sounded? He didn’t know for certain but it sure did sound like it to him plus the image of her standing in the shower earlier that morning didn’t help his efforts to regain his sanity. By five thirty, he had to go tell her that he was hungry and see if she wanted to go out for a bite.
She agreed through the closed door and soon made her appearance out into the kitchen looking just a little flustered. They left for a local restaurant to grab a bite and then back to the house afterwards to spend the rest of their evening sharing their embarrassment it seemed.
They chose an old movie to watch on the TV and during one of the many commercials, John finally spoke up and told her once again how sorry he was for barging in on her that morning. He never mentioned that he had overheard her that afternoon in her room because she blushed enough when he brought up their morning ordeal.
She looked down at her lap and slyly told him, “Its okay. It was a shock at first but now its okay.”
He thought about what she said and the words “Its okay” kept running over in his mind. He was wondering what to make of this remark as she slowly picked up her gaze and stared directly into his eyes. For the first time he looked back into hers and he was struck by just how beautiful she was. Her deep blue eyes, her tiny turned up nose, her rosy cheeks and her delicate little mouth, all shouted out at him with their beauty.
She was sitting next to him on the sofa with her feet and legs tucked up under her and her full skirt lay flared out over her lap. Her delicate embroidered blouse hung open at the top exposing just a hint of the cleavage between her nice full breasts. As she looked up at him, her eyes were begging for him to embrace her. He could see that she had the need and was pleading with him to fulfill it. Her chin rose up in an invitation to his lips as he continued to stare into her two eyes and then he was involuntarily drawn down with his mouth to meet invitation.
As soon as they touched, both sets of lips parted just a little as they softened into a sensuous first time meeting and they began to melt into each other. As they blended, they parted some more, taking each other into the confines of their oral cavities. As they smashed down into their kiss, they each opened their mouths further trying to absorb the other into their growing passion and they each started pulling the other into a warm wet embrace.
John’s hand rose up to caress Daisy’s cheek as she pulled on his shoulder, giving his the encouragement that he sought. Opening his mouth slightly, he panted it onto her lips and stuck his tongue into her mouth, trying to find his mate and enter into a wild fencing match to see who could claim the superiority. He bit her slightly on her lips as she cooed her satisfaction through his kisses and then rolled her head to the side in a sensual sign of submission.
With his eyes closed and in between kisses, he slobbered out his warning, “Oh Daisy, we’ve got to stop while I still can. This isn’t right, I’m so much older than you. Oh Daisy please make me stop.”
“I want it, John, oh my wonderful John. I’ve wanted this to happen for a long, long time and now I couldn’t stop if even if I wanted to. Oh John, my love, take me, I’m yours. Take me all the way. Oh John, take me, take me, take….” Her voice trailed off into nothingness but passion.
He pulled her on top of his lap as he continued to press his lips into hers. His mouth was gyrating around on her open lips as his hands began to pull on her shoulders until she was grinding her breasts into his chest. His hands were all over her back, massaging and groping her back muscles, continuing to pull her into him. When his hand found the bare flesh at the bottom of her blouse, he inserted it under the material and slid it up her back until he found her bra snap and with one hand, he squeezed his fingers together and the tension sprung apart, freeing the cups from her breasts.
She moaned a little as she raised herself up from her kissing and allowed both of his hands to run up her back, taking the blouse with them until her bare breasts fell free of the garments. There they were, staring him straight in the eyes, a mere two inches from his sight in all of their glory, her two perfectly shaped mammary glands, waiting to be suckled.
Taking just the nipple into his mouth, he gently closed his lips around its hardness and began to draw it into his mouth with his sucking lips. He marveled at its pebble hard texture and shape as he ran it around and around between his lips, biting on it occasionally. She moaned out loud at the sensation as she unconsciously pressed her chest into his mouth, forcing him to take the entire firm breast into his orifice which he gladly and willingly accepted.
He went from one to the other, giving each his full attention as she rose up on her knees that were straddling his thighs. His hands sought out her fleshly legs under her skirt and as they made their way up the taught muscles of her extremities, they found the material of her thin panties clinging to her firm little butt. They each grabbed hold of the fleshy part of her rear end and as they squeezed on the muscular butt, they also separated them with a pulling action causing her to squeal with delight at the sensation.
His hands were kneading and stretching her butt cheeks, pulling her holes apart and together with each movement of his hands. This caused her to react in the most sensuous way and before long she was mad with desire. She knew that she had to have him and she would not stop before that happened.
She arched her back but before long she threw her hands down to the bottom of the polo that he was wearing and ripped it up and off of his body. Lustfully, she took his nipples between her lips and started to return the favor that he had just completed on her breasts. John felt the urge down deep in his loins as she kept up the sucking action on his tender breasts and then she moved down to lick his stomach muscles.
She was mad with her desire to taste all of his body and as she worked her mouth down to his belt buckle, she slid off of his lap and curled up between his knees. Struggling to free his pants from their restraints, she finally opened them up and slid them over his raised butt and taking them down to the floor. Now his exposed cock sprang up to introduce itself to her hungry mouth and with one long slow lick of her tongue, she ran it from his balls to the tip of his head in one long lick.
John groaned with enjoyment at the sensation of her tongue but he had not felt anything until she placed her entire mouth around his throbbing head and encompassed it into her mouth. The feeling was indescribable as she managed to engulf the entire cock down into her willing mouth and didn’t stop until the head of it rested right against her gagging throat. It twitched a little, buried between her soft lips until she started it pull it out by sucking hard with her mouth as she drew it out slowly.
“Oh my God Daisy, that feels so good. Where did you learn how to suck a guy’s cock like that?” John asked through his clenched teeth as he took in a deep breath.
Daisy didn’t bother to answer with words but increased the speed and depth into her mouth as she sucked down hard on his engorged cock. He sighed and moaned out loud as he started rocking his hips into the action of her mouth.
His need was building deep within his loins as he placed both hands on her cheeks and guided her mouth onto his cock but when he felt her finger go down between his wide spread legs and start to probe for his anus, he felt the urge start to erupt.
He grabbed her by the sides of her head and forced his shooting cock down her willing throat as he raised his hips high off of the cushions to the sofa. He could feel his wad escape the tip of his cock as it shot down her throat, one rope at a time. The sensation of her throat muscles contracting and accepting his sperm was indescribable as he continued to ejaculate out all of his semen. When it was finally just a dribble, she licked him clean as she pulled it out of her mouth and with a big grin on her face and stuck the tip of her tongue right onto his hole on the end of the head.
“Oh my God,” he said through his spinning eyes when he reached down and grabbed her under the arms to raise her back up off of her knees. “Daisy that was fantastic. I’ve never had a blow job that intense in my life.”
She cuddled back up on his lap and allowed her legs to go on either side of his thighs as she embraced his chest with her arms. “I’m glad you liked it,” she cooed.
He rested there for a moment, rubbing her bare back and then placed his hands down on her butt once again. Working his hands up her skirt until he felt the softness of her panties covering her rear, he grabbed her by the ass and lifted her to her feet. He scooted down until his head was resting on the back of the sofa and moved his fingers around to her crotch and felt for the moisture that had escaped from her opening. He picked up the hem of the skirt and put it around his head as he looked up at her crotch and the growing wet spot on her panties and then he pulled her down onto his open mouth.
She moaned out loud as she sunk down and spread her knees out wide. She felt the warmth of his breath as he began to eat at her crotch and as he nibbled on her pleasure node she shrieked with excitement. “Ohhhh John,” she cried. “Oh my God what you do to me. Yes My Lover, eat my pussy, eat me out good!”
He needed no further encouragement as he buried his nose and chin through her panty covered snatch into her treasure zones. She shrieked her enjoyment and ground down with her crotch into his oral assault. Her wet spot was growing larger by the second as her juices began to flow. She began to breathe very rapidly as the pleasure built in her womb and as she felt the sensation build and build from deep within, she tensed all of her muscles and pressed down into John’s face as she erupted into a grand orgasmic release that cut off all of John’s air supply.
He held his breath as he manipulated his tongue into her slit and pushed the material against her clit. She was bucking her hips on top of his face and was screaming out her pleasure. But as it started to subside, he pulled out of her crotch with his head and sat back up to take her quivering little body into his arms to hold and protect her. He began to rock her back and forth as he felt her heavy breathing of her bare breasts against his own chest. He was rock hard once again and he knew that she would be in a second or two.
He reached down and grabbed her by the butt and stood up and carried her to his bedroom. He was completely naked and she was naked from the waist up but as soon as they got to his bedroom, he would take care of that small little matter. As he walked, she held him close around the neck and she placed her cheek against his shoulder until he laid her down on top of the bed and reached for the zipper that held up her shirt.
Daisy opened her eyes and watched him remove the full skirt down over her hips and legs. Tossing it aside, he turned his attention to her soaking wet panties that remained as her only covering. As he pulled on the waistband, they stretched out over her hips and as she raised them up off of the bed, her light brown pubic hair made its appearance. She raised her bent knees up to her chest to remove her underwear and in so doing she exposed her sopping wet vagina to his eager eyes. Her lips were all swollen and red looking and were parted deep between her legs and her opening was still emitting her moisture and aroma. It was so eager to accept my raging cock that he had to enter it right then and there.
Pulling her knees apart and sliding himself in between them, John grabbed his member and guided it towards the Holy Grail. She stopped breathing as she looked deep into his eyes and her mouth turned up into a faint little smile. As the head of his cock made contact with the slippery wet lips of her vagina, she closed her eyes and exhaled loudly and moaned, “Oh John, I’ve waited for this moment for so long. I want to feel you deep inside of me. Put it in me John My Darling, put it all the way in.”
It was music to the ears of John as he slowly entered her vaginal opening. He felt the slick, wet lips engulf the head of his cock and expand around the bulbous intruder and draw it into its confines as he pressed firmly with his hips. She was no virgin and she took it without a whimper but the tightness of the walls of her canal caused them to squeeze tightly against his cock as he impaled her more and more. He relished at the sensation of feeling her tightness surround his penetrating progress but when she moaned out loud and begged him for more, he almost lost it.
Opening her vagina completely at last, he pushed through to the bottom of her well and he could feel it stop at her cervix deep inside of her womb where he rested for a brief moment. She exhaled her breath and moaned again from the full feeling that he had caused her and as he started to withdraw it from her depths, she instinctively pulled her hips away to increase the sensation that his stiff cock was causing as he drug it back out of her opening.
Her lips clung to his shaft like her mouth had clung to it earlier until he had withdrawn it completely from her cunt but as he repositioned it for another penetrating plunge, she screamed with excitement and rose up her hips in acceptance. This time, he entered her with much more force and speed until she saw stars against the blackness of her closed eyes but she could not control her vocalization of the pleasure that it caused and she screamed out her enjoyment.
He continued to slide it in and pull it out of her well lubricated pussy as he was driving her with his hips. She was trying to meet his every entrance with her pounding crotch but was having trouble keeping pace with his movements. She was reaching her orgasmic stimulation much faster than he was because he had already blown his rocks into her mouth just a few minutes before so he was ready for the long haul and was driving his cock deep into her slick pussy and driving her crazy.
Her hands were on his butt, pulling his every thrust deep into her crotch. She threw her legs around his back and added that pressure to their slamming. You could hear the “Slap, slap, slap” of his thighs into her butt cheeks over her crying buildup as he continued to slam it into her.
“Oh my God, oh my God,” she kept repeating in an ever increasing louder voice. “Oh John you’re driving me crazy! I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum, OH GOD, I’M CUMMINGGGGG!!” she finally shouted out her declaration of release. She planted her heels into the mattress and arched her back off of the bed as she let out an unworldly noise that built up to a shouting cry.
“Oh GODDD YESSSS!!” she cried out through her clenched teeth. “OH YESS, YESSS, YESSS!!”
John kept up his pumping, slamming it deep into her pussy and drawing it out so that he could make another run at it. He was insanely obsessed with his own build up and he was forcing himself to reach his own release. He held his breath as his hips became a blur and then he let it all out at once. His breath, his emotions, his desires all came rushing out the end of his cock.
He release was announced by his grunt that shook the entire neighborhood. “UGH, OH MY GOD, UGH, UGH, UGH,” he shouted as he spewed out his seed into the receptacle that he was filling. “OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD!” he kept repeating in praise of the one that caused this moment to be remembered.
Finally he started to slow down his rhythmic motions and settled into a rocking action that was much more pleasing for the both of them. He slid his deflating cock back and forth through the co-mingled bodily fluids and she lay there motionlessly spent, trying to catch her breath. But her exhaustion got the better of her and she slipped into unconsciousness, feeling numb to everything that had just happened to her.
He slowly relaxed on top of her frail little body, lying between her wide spread legs, and his mind started to spin in confusion. What had just transpired here and where was it heading? He had a feeling deep within his soul that he thought he would never feel again and it frightened him somehow. But at the same time it felt so good, so right that he actually welcomed it as he drifted off into his own exhausted state to rest and to sleep.
He felt a bare leg when he rolled over and he instinctively jerked awake. His memories came flooding back to him and a smile crossed his face as he draped his leg over her bare butt sticking up at him. She knew what was rubbing her rear end and she welcomed it presence as she raised it up to acknowledge the contact. She felt his leg relax on top of her as well as the warmth of his cuddle and quickly slipped back to sleep with a warm love building deep inside of her.
John slept for the rest of the night. He had conflicted thoughts that kept running through his mind but never came to the surface until that morning. He awoke with the strangest feeling of being watched in his sleep and when he rolled onto his back and opened his eyes, he saw the most beautiful face smiling right back at him.
She had rolled on her side and was watching him as he slept. She had felt this appreciation for his sacrifice for over a year now and it had grown from appreciation to admiration to affection and finally to a love that she didn’t know how to express to him or even if she should. But after what had transpired to night before, she only hoped that he felt the same way towards her and if he didn’t, then what had happened was a waste and should never had been allowed. A single tear escaped her eye and as it ran down her cheek, she wiped it away. John saw her move and what she was doing and a sense of regret displaced the feelings that were growing in his mind.
“What’s wrong Daisy?” he asked caressing her cheek with his hand. “Why the tears?”
“I’m just being silly that’s all. I was just wondering if what happened last night was the wise thing to do. I mean, oh God, I loved it. You were fabulous and everything, but, I don’t know, maybe we just got caught up in the moment. You know what I mean, maybe we shouldn’t have done what we did. You might feel kind of trapped or something,” she said through her sniffing.
John propped himself up on his elbow as he looked deeply into the tearing eyes of his lover. He searched into her soul through those two little windows that were starting to overflow and he felt the sense of love for her grow all the more. How could he have fallen so much, so fast for a girl so much younger than he was a question he would take with him to his grave, but there was no denying it, he felt it once before, a true love for a woman that had stolen his heart.
He smiled at her as she continued to break down and sob. He reached for her and pulled her into his strong, muscular arms and pressed her against his chest. “Come here little girl,” he said with a cheerful tone in his voice. “Come on over and cry your eyes out if you must as I tell you a story,” he told her as he kissed the top of her head.
“There once was a guy who, after a rather nasty separation and divorce from his wife had sworn that he would never fall in love again so he buried himself in his work. It worked because his work turned out a lot of good things for a lot of people. Then one day, he met this younger woman and saved her from a terrible tyrant and asked her to come live with him. For well over a year they lived in harmony together, each coming and going their own way. They were happy in this arrangement until, one day he came home and found her in his shower. He saw just how beautiful she really was and wondered why he had not noticed this fact before.
“Well, that evening, they both felt a strange sensation grow between them and they spent the night making mad passionate love with each other and that feeling turned into a feeling of love, on his part anyway and he just wanted to be close to her in every way. He wanted to hold her close and caress her bare back and he wanted her to lie on top of him and hug the breath out of him. He so wanted her to love him like he loved her and never forget it for an instant,” he said holding her close.
“Daisy, I do think that I’m falling in love with you and I know that I shouldn’t; I’m so much older than you and I rescued you from Billy Joe and now I’ve turned into something just as bad. But, you see, you are so beautiful and sweet and lovely that I couldn’t help myself and now I realize that I don’t want to. I don’t feel trapped, I feel liberated! I feel free for the first time in many years and I have you to thank for it. Daisy, don’t you see, I love you!” he said pulling her up and making his declaration directly into her eyes.
She was smiling as the tears were flowing out of her eyes. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him harder than she had hugged anything before. “Oh John, I love you so much!” she kept repeating into his ear. “I love you so much!”
They lay there in each other’s arms, feeling the love that they each had just confessed grow with every passing second. It was almost like they couldn’t get close enough to one another to satisfy themselves and their love that they felt. But after awhile, John felt the urgent need to empty his bladder so excused himself to retreat to the bathroom. Daisy watched him as he swayed it into the bathroom and decided that she should relieve herself also so she followed him.
After shaking off the last little bit of his morning deposit, he turned and told her that he was going to take a shower and encouraged her to join him. After her squat, she stepped into his rather large shower that was the cause of their new found love affair and slid up next to him to press her naked body against to his. He turned and bent down and gave her the warmest, love filled kiss that he could muster.
After the longest, drawn out passionate kiss, they separated their bodies and allowed each other to apply soap all over the other. John made sure that all of Daisy’s young, firm body was squeaky clean, especially down between her separated legs and as he settled down close to make sure that every little inch of her pussy had been washed, he pulled on her butt cheeks and drew her in to his seated position.
Placing himself between her legs, he moved his mouth closer until he could smell her feminine presence and he stuck out his tongue to get a taste of her juices. When he made contact with her lips, she pressed her hips forward into his oral assault and groaned the most sensuous sound imaginable. She threw back her head as his tongue spit her two lips apart and made its way up her channel towards her hooded node and when he landed directly on it, she jerked and cried her approval as she reached down and grabbed the top of his head.
“Oh my God John,” she sighed through her open mouth. “God I love you. Oh John, I love you, I love you so much.” She was lost in her lust for his tongue and his lips as he took her tender button between them and started to gently suck it into his mouth.
“Oh, oh,” she moaned as she pressed his head back against the shower wall. When it could go back no further, she continued to press her now ready pussy into his mouth as she steadied herself with her hands against the same wall. She was rocking her snatch up against his lips and mouth just as she felt his hand go around to her rear end in search of her openings. His fingers found each willing and able to be entered and as she spread her knees even further apart, felt his two fingers enter herself slowly as her mouth flew open and she took a deep breath in.
John hand was busy sliding in and out of her crotch as his two fingers were pushing deeper and deeper into her soft insides. She was starting to rock herself into an orgasmic state and the feelings of the three stimuli at once became more than she could handle. She opened her mouth wide and tightened up her muscles and then released all of her emotions in one long, frantic cry as she rammed her crotch into his face.
“OH MY GOD JOHN, I’M CUMMING, OH I’M CUMMINGGG!!” she screamed as she rammed her hips into his face. He was pumping his fingers into her openings and sucking hard on her clitoris until she could take no more of the stimulation and threw herself off of him. Reaching down to pull him back up to his feet, she threw herself around his body to hug him with every square inch of her naked, quivering self.
“Oh John, take me, take me hard and deep. Take me completely, take me now, oh please John, TAKE ME NOW!!” she begged.
Grabbing her by the ass and lifting her up off the floor, he placed both of her legs around his waist with her arms still around his neck for support. Then he reached down to guide his raging hard cock towards her wet vaginal opening and as he landed on it on the first try, it pried open her entrance and he started to push it in. She let out a strange, guttural sound from deep within her soul and let herself be impaled by the rod that she loved so much. As it continued on its long course inside of her, she continued to inhale her breath as she slid down his body between her wide spread legs.
Her mouth was wide open as she neared the bottom of her well and she wiggled around a little to make sure it would not go in any further. She then tightened up her grip on John’s neck and pulled herself up off of the intruder until it nearly came out. But she reversed the course of it once again and slid it back deep into her sobbing hole and this time she cried out, “Oh God John, oh fuck, make it go in further, please put it in me all the way. Please?” As she begged, he bent his knees and rotated his hips upwards and slammed his meat into her as hard as he could.
She screamed out her pleasure and then rose back up and plunged herself down on his rock hard cock. “Oh God yes, oh yes, oh yes,” she screamed through her clenched teeth. “Oh harder, yes harder, oh my god HARDER!!” she yelled out finally and threw herself down painfully on it as she rammed it into herself as far as it could go. She reached her orgasm as she was throwing herself upon his cock. He tried to keep up with her motion but it came on too strong and too frantic for him to remain standing on his own so his knees gave way until she was lying on her back in the middle of the shower with him on top of her and his hips pumping wildly into her wide open legs.
Daisy was sprawled out under the water coming from the shower nozzle with John pumping her crotch like a mad man. Her legs were sticking straight up in the air and her knees were bent. He had hooked her knees with his arms as he rose up on his toes and his main contact with her was between his raging hard cock and her well used pussy lips. So as he embedded her with it once again, he put the full weight of his body down with it and she screamed as he slammed it into her.
“OH FUCK ME!!” she cried out. “OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OF FUCK,” she cried in rhythm with his plunges. Over and over they slammed into the floor of the shower as he gained on his excitement until he was mad with his lust. And just as they thought that they couldn’t get any more turned on, he growled like a wild bear and slammed into her with his first rope of the morning. Deep inside her the rope splashed against her cervix as deep inside of him his orgasm began to release itself.
He lost all control over his senses and his body. He was mad with his lust for his new lover and totally in love with her lust. He had lost everything and had won everything at the same time and as he came down from this unbelievable orgasmic experience, his muscles let him down with a thud and he lay there on top of her tiny little body, panting like a dog.
They lay there for a long time under the constant shower of water on their naked bodies. It was almost symbolic of their lives that were miraculously washed clean of their rough beginnings and now they were one in their togetherness. They lay there alone in their dreamy state of exhaustion, panting their desires and resting for their next adventure together.

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Emma Watson Chapter 3

Hi guys, this is the last part and I highly doubt I will write another “sequel” to it. I have some other stuff coming out soon, stay tuned! PS- I put the story in spell check, and It fucked up how I wrote it from a English/Aussie viewpoint.

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Love On A Desert Island.

I pushed her backwards until we fell on the bed, her legs bent, hanging down to the floor. I gripped her shoulders revelling in the feel of her body beneath mine. Again we kissed but I wanted to see her body, I wanted to touch her body and most of all, I wanted to kiss her body.

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Falling In Love With Kyle – Chapter 2

Here’s the second part to my story! Its got more sex-related context but still no sex. It’s coming, though, I swear! Hope you like it, and leave me comments, I love to read them! 🙂 Also, the next part probably wont be posted until next week as I have a very busy weekend ahead of me, and not much time to write! I’ll post is as soon as I can though!

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Pinup Girl

I’ve never had to come this far south before, but when you have the potential of getting that big contract, you do what you have to. It’s been hours behind the wheel of this rental, my eyes are getting heavy, and there is just so far to go. Knowing I need a break, I watch as the interstate signs go by, each one telling me what little cafes and eateries I can choose to take my rest. Pulling off the road, the sign for the city goes by, in my half-awake stupor I remember it being some name to do with a car or something like that. Onto the main road, I roll toward the only signs of civilization, and up to a small diner. With standing, and the restroom on my mind, I hurriedly grab up my phone, wallet, laptop and head inside.
After a visit to the lavatory I quickly find a nice booth with a good sized table looking out at the entirety of the establishment. As soon as I’m set the waitress comes over and takes my order, starting me off with much needed coffee. Soon I am sipping my coffee, and tapping away on my laptop.
It couldn’t have been more than half an hour, as I worked on my computer, that my attention was drawn away, quickly, very sudden, causing me to type the same letters many times over. Stunning my ability to think of anything else, a gorgeous woman passed through the doors of the diner, and my eyes followed her directly to the bar seats that lined the main cooking area. She walked with a confidence in her step, and a delight in her demeanor, taking the seat of her choosing in the middle of the empty and available counter.
I certainly lost all interest in any work I was doing, and I blatantly stared at this lovely creature that had just walked in. She was just a bit shorter than me, thin, creamy skin with small freckles, and a fiery red tinge to her long silky hair. I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming, perhaps I was asleep behind the wheel, and this was the last thing I was thinking before I crashed to my fiery death. If that had been the case, I was more than willing to go, hoping I would forever be caught in this moment.
She swung slightly back and forth in the static bar stool, a pleated floral print dress waving back and a forth. It was like a pin-up girl from the 40’s, I was inspired to fly missions in my Rosy the Riveter bomber. I started from the floor, looking at her matching flats, no hosiery to hide her cream white skin, and only a bit of shin showing to the bottom of the rippling pleats.
Her dress sprang out, like a loose bell, allowing a little calf to peak out as she crossed her legs in the swivel seat. Long legs hid behind the light, yet shielding fabric, and it seemed to take forever to reach the bend in her covered legs, and again to her splendid waist. With a straight and proper back she sat there, a perfect line upward, her dress wrapped tightly, but not oppressively around the contours of her body.
Bare-arms braced her against the bar, giving her the leverage to swing in the seat, just below, perky breasts, more than a handful, pressed against the flowers, bending and bowing the floral print, curving perfectly in the imaginary hand I slide around them.
More and more I feel a desperate clinging in my slacks. A need to know more about this angel I stare at. Knowing that a moment with her would be worth a thousand lifetimes, a million moments of denial, for moments of lust to be with her. As I dare to look closer, and up to the face that holds time at a stand, she looks back to me, a smile upon her face, more a smirk, knowing she is the object of my attention. She stares back at me, destiny in her ice blue eyes, and she makes me burn with a want I have not felt since I was a younger man, wanting nothing more than to have a touch I could not have.
She turned her head to me more, smirking, turning her body away, taunting me to yearn for her more. Never before have I seen such a beauty, and now she knows I wish to make her mine. Never before have I been so distracted, and as I snap from my lust, the waitress, places my order before me, and I seem like a mental moron as I act as though nothing has happened, when even she knows, this woman is an object I want.
The waitress set my order down on the table, knowing I was staring at the gorgeous woman. Smiling with an evil knowledge, the waitress set about her duty, refilling the coffee cup, and making sure I was satisfied with the meal.
I ate the food, unwilling to turn my attention from the goddess the sat not 30 feet from me. Choosing only the choicest bites as I was more interested in this new lust than satisfying some other hunger. As I did, she took more notice in my interest. She swung toward me more and more, knowing I enjoyed mentally molesting every inch of her voluptuous assets. As I lost all interest in the meal, I wanted more to taste of this sweet fruit at the bar. I was mesmerized as she teased me, and with no one in the diner to see, she slowly, and agonizingly, too slow for comfort, pulled up on her skirt.
Each step she took, each seeming longer than the last, her skirt raised. Each step, revealing more of the creamy skin she hid under her dress. More shin until it reached her knee, each time causing me to wish for a looser cut in my slacks. I pressed against my strained fabric, sending jolts into me, making me thrust forward, making each move harder to contain than the last. As the skirt breached the top of her knees, it fell between her legs, unable to stay upright, leaving only the caps revealed, and squashing my hopes for my true aspiration.
She could see the disappointment in my eyes, the loss I felt as my wants disappeared, giving her the option to leave me wanting more, and forever killing my ability to do nothing more than lust.
She would not tease me so, indicating her want of me as much as I wanted her. She raised the stakes of our game, straightening the fabric of her dress, and unbearably moving it upward. What I saw would have made an old man pass, and a young man blast. In the narrows of the dress that would have stopped others from knowing what I had seen, there lining the top most portion of her thigh, black lace panties cupped her sweet twat. There on each side of her thighs lie the center of mankind, and as I gasped at the thought of what I would do to such a place, I knew I would have to make the most of such grace and beauty as she teased me with the holy grail of man’s greed.
I couldn’t help it, but in the time she had made her advances, I too had made advances upon myself. My hand slid to my dick, easing it with extra space, and leaning back, making my intentions more than clear. Her eyes sparkled in the light, and the grin on her face made it more effective, and required that I make way for my expansion. Though I knew as a man, I wanted her, more than she needed me, I harassed her with my self-love. I stroked against the side of my cock, building my own urges, at this point ready to take care of the issues myself.
Though she could see the want on me, and knowing there was little I would not do to be with her, she did not disappoint me. She showed me what I was to expect from such a luscious desire as we shared. Gradually she too, growing as much as me, slid her hand toward the satin sheen of her panties, and without hesitation, moving from bottom to top, she moved two fingers across them. I died with each inch she offered, and more so when she tasted the tips of those fingers, it was too much. Never in my life had I enjoyed such attraction to a woman, and never before had a woman shown such equal desire. I could take no more, not even one more second, and with evident bulge I stood from the table.
As I walked by her, her eyes never once removed from mine, I glanced against the opening of her dress with my hand, over the small of her visible back. As my touch moved across her body for the first time, she let out a low groan and winced forward, as though even the single touch had caused her to rile with passion. As a man on the road, no hotel room, no viable place to park a car, I headed to the single stall restroom of the restaurant, hoping that such a place would not end what had been the most lustful moment of my life.
Though I didn’t know if she would join me in such a disgusting place, I did know that even if she would not, I would be a disgusting ingrate and pleasure myself as a degenerate would. What seemed like forever, too many seconds and minutes in time, my wants and hopes passing through my mind a hundred times, finally, and with more relief than I thought I could ever feel, the door of the restroom opened, and she moved inside, around the door, placing her back against it.
I didn’t know this woman more than the few seconds we had shared some instant connection, but she knew me, and when she entered that place, a horrible, low, unwanted place, we both knew it had to be more, and as the door closed and latched behind her, her hand had already locked it away, and with that I knew I was not alone in the world, but that the world itself did not exist.
Her ice blue eyes seared through me, to my soul she could see. She knew everything she needed to know, and I felt her connection the same. While you would think lust and animal premonition was the only guiding factor here, I could see it was more than this, more than the need to touch and be with her. More than the need to taste, and fulfill my lust for her, I knew there, she and I were meant to be.
I didn’t understand why, but when I entered the restroom, I closed the lid to the toilet and sat down. I must have needed a second to gather myself, to move from the point of yearning, toward the hope and need that this woman would be mine. Now, as she had already entered the room, pressed against the door, though locked, she seemed to guard it, as if the waitress wanted anything more than a good tip. I could not move, I don’t know if I was more surprised that I had done what I had done up until now, or that she had actually followed, she moved toward me.
We did not introduce ourselves, there were no pleasantries, and we knew all that we needed to know. She stood before me, a specimen of untold comparisons, and like a dumbfounded idiot, I did nothing.
She could tell something was stopping me from touching her. She knew I would need her to give me a green light, that even this far, I would not violate her without explicit permission, and with that she gave me her permission. Reaching out to me, she embraced each side of my face in her soft, warm hands, and with a heat that I thought would melt me into nothing, she placed her lips to mine. More soft than her hands, and more forgiving than a priest, she granted me the kiss of a lifetime, not squarely, lip to lip, but only slightly kissing the top lip more than the bottom, pulling away, and leaving a small bit of lipstick, so faint you would not know she wore it.
Her eyes met mine again, and it was an eternity and only a second they met before I needed once again to have her lips against mine. Without any idea of where or how, my hands were on her hips, pulling her closer to me as our lips met again, this time taking in the full experience of each other. Lip to lip, bottom, top, small laps of tongue meeting each other for the first, last, and for all time. We kissed for the time a universe exists, passing many lifetimes through our grasp, randomly her hips swaying as they had in the swivel seat, only now in reaction to our longing.
With the motion of her hips, my hands failed to stay up, and lower they moved, searching for the bottom of the dress that was again the shield of my desires. Time and tongues finally allowed my hands to find the ends of the fabric, at this point finding the backs of her knees, a true lady, wearing a dress of appropriate length, but to her dismay, my hand tickling the pits of her knees, simultaneously finding them both, but refreshing my desire as up was now the direction of travel.
She never stopped her slow sway, standing before me like a lively statue of Athena. Yet with a firm light touch I moved up the back of her thigh, finding her tense hamstrings and a slight bend in her leg as her body motioned for me to move to free her. At the place where the bottom of her ass and the tops of her thighs meet, my hands lingered, not in a touch too soft for her, but enough to make give her the chance to say no to my advance. At this point though she was unwilling to say stop, to tell me no, not with her eyes, her lips, her mouth, or her body.
There was no more question that this woman was going to be mine, and as my hands slipped over the precious curves of her ass, the lace, though soft and bumpy, glazed over my hands. Her motions increased, she slowly danced, never once concerned at the amount of time our lips locked. Her hips swayed, her ass moved across my hands, sometimes catching the sides of the black lace panties, moving them uncomfortably into the crack of her cheeks. Soon her bare rump was what my hands ravished, sometimes a slight squeeze or random perk against it, each time her body jolting in approval.
As I reached the top of the lace, I would take no more. I could not wait for her gyrations to take them off for me, I slid my thumbs under the bottom of the tops, and gradually I pulled them down until the width of her hips would hold them no more, and they dropped free, at which point I let them from my grasp and they fell to the floor. In a move I had never seen before, without a failure to keep me attached to her, she both stepped out of them, and moved them away as to not get in the way. In the same movement she brought herself closer to me, lower toward me, like a stripper with a pole she balanced in front of me, bended body. The thought of her open legs made me more excited than I had ever been. She was like nothing I had ever seen, nothing that had ever been told, not in story, picture, or video.
I could not resist, and like a boy with no want more than to cum inside whatever would have me, I threw her dress up, having it land over, behind, and around my head. There in the tinted darkness of her underskirt I saw her shaven slit. A leg to each side, more together now as my intrusion forced her to stand quickly, but her dress riding upward, higher than it would if allowed to hang freely. In my sight, I could see above the V shape of her perfect body, was a tattoo, large enough to be prominent, but off to the side, as not to cause it to be a slutty frontal tramp stamp. I wasn’t sure what it meant to her, what significance it must hold, but there was a butterfly as if flying up her side, just to the right of her small pooch belly.
It made me shiver, excitement flew up my spine as I looked upon her body, and I wanted nothing more than to make her mine. My now free lips had an urge to touch against her body, and I started by kissing directly in the middle of her butterfly design. She shuttered. Tensing her body upward, pulling her dress tighter against the back of my head. As she seemed to enjoy the touch of my lips against her, I would not deny her more, and I kissed against her again. This time she let out the same small moan like she had when I touched her back in the gallery, but this time, I would not be stopped by the public eye, and I kissed her again, only this time a little lower.
Each kiss produced similar results. Small writhing came with each movement, tensing came with each kiss. My hand again caressing her ass though through the dress this time, but still just a poignant as it had been. Lower I moved my mouth, remembering how she had tasted herself on that stool, and now, only inches from her sweetness myself, I would know what fruit she would lend to my mouth. Lower, slowly, agonizing restraint not to force myself upon her, I kissed and licked. Her clean shaven slit waited for a never coming touch, and as I could smell her so close, I reached out with my mouth, extended my tongue lower, and as though I had a map of where to touch, it moved into her lips, and straight to her clitoris.
A long, protracted ‘OH’ came from her, deep from inside her, I could tell her neck was stretched toward the ceiling, and her tension was to the point as though she would break in half. Her enthusiasm enticed me, and I did not hesitate to lap against her again. Repeatedly I tweaked her clit, the sides of her lips, and repeatedly she writhed at each touch. Over and over I made her body shake, over and over I drank from her wet puss, swallowing her sweetness, and wanting more, as if quenching myself from the desert.
I was not cruel, I didn’t focus on her clit, though the jitter in her body made it hard not to brush against it. The tangy sweet of her slit stung the buds of my tongue, but she tasted like the ambrosia of the gods. I moved my mouth lower, deeper into her, parting the seas, and up again, lapping onto her clit. Soon my constant aggression caused her to lose composure, and her hands braced against my shoulders, pushing ever harder into me as my tongue coaxed her body into submission.
In what can only be described as volcanic, her ass clenched, legs straightened, she gushed forth on my face. Her clit hardened under my torture, and as I would not relent she came hard, moaning in rushed breathing, and soaking me from cheek to chin. Writhing in a small up and down jitter, she lost almost all ability to stand, and the pressure on my shoulders became a striking contrast to the pleasure I took in myself. I licked as much of her from my lips as I could, and in a rush of cooler air, her dress lifted from my head, and she finished cleaning me with animalistic fervor.
I did not notice, engrossed in the eyes of the siren, as she kissed me, she moved back the unbuttoned over-shirt from my chest and off my back. While she worked her mouth around mine, she slid her hands under the next layer of clothing, moving her hands up my chest, passing over my nipples, and then up and over my head. It seemed to change her tone when the shirt required her to break from me to allow it to come over my head. From that point her direction changed, kissing me down the side of my neck. Like a longing women, I closed my eyes, and enjoyed the touch that was now focused on reciprocation.
The kissing became more intense and she softly bit at me with her teeth, but covering each nip at me with a kiss that more than soothed the pain. Lower she worked, down my collar bone, and onto my open chest. Her hands never stopped caressing my body, slowly massaging as much of me as she could get. I felt like the center of her world, and she wanted nothing more than to bring me pleasure, and I would not disappoint her by keeping it to myself. Lower she went, bending her knees, but balancing in front of me, soon she was at the clasp of my slacks.
Unlike me, she did not require permission to continue, and she would not have asked even if I would have required it. The slender length of her fingers gripped each opposing side of my trousers, and I noticed her red tipped fingers before they turned away from me and disappeared in the dark fabric of my pants. It took little tension to pop the button, the cloth already strained from lack of room, and the zipper ripped downward in chattering release, she would need to do little more than pull them away from me, and her hands moved to the sides taking both the slacks, and my boxers, as she would not wait, or tease like I did to get what she wanted.
Now lower than me, her face perched just above my now fully freed cock, I stood at full attention, and I ached at the base as every part of me stretched to fill, to lengthen, as if she were the sun I needed to grow toward to live. Slightly leaning back, and working my shoes, pants, and underwear away from me with as little interruption as I could muster, I was naked now, and she stopped a moment to mentally save this moment for herself.
She did not look back to me again, she became affixed on this dick that now stretched to her. With each hand placed against the tops of my thighs, a slippery wet met the tip of my penis as her mouth cupped the head of my dick. This time I was the one that moaned a little, absolutely enthralled with her head on mine. The warmth of her mouth, the fiery red hair shading the sight of her face upon me, I pulsed from the inside, my dick jumping in her mouth, lightly banging against the roof of her mouth. The excitement I showed inside of her must have made her happy for the compliment, and slowly she pushed more of my dick into her mouth, and deeper to what felt like her throat would make me burst.
She began to thrust upon me, up and down, in and out of her mouth, slathering my with her slippery saliva, slurping it back and she broke suction each time she worked me into her. Amazing is the only word I could think, and I watched every move she made, and my mind danced as she used her skill to bring me forth. I pet the top of her head, never forcing her down on me, but enjoying the guided rail as her head flailed on my cock. She must have felt me burning into her, and with the a slow teasing raise of her head, I could see into the never ending skies of as my image reflected off her eyes, my penis never leaving her orifice for a moment. As she stared into my eyes, telling me stories of her lust for me with every moment, she moved one of her bracing hands to my testicles, cupping my balls in hand, warm and light, brushing my taint as she sucked my cock, and milked my scrotum.
I thought I would cum in her, too early, so little appreciation for such a delectable lust. I could not let her drink of me, I would not waste my love for her by cumming in her mouth, though I wanted nothing more than to release a gagging load upon her tonsils, it simply could not be allowed. Before she could make me explode, I placed my hand under her chin, lightly moving her toward me, and once again I kissed her. Our tongues entwined, the tastes of her twat and my cock spilled on our lubricated chins. I began to stand, still at full attention, kissing the side of her neck and taking in the fantastic scent of her glossy soft red hair.
As I stood naked, she still in her dress, panties kicked in the corner, I pressed against her. Her ample, firm tits pressed into my chest through her fully clothed body, and I knew more than anything else, she must lose it all.
In an aggressive, passionate motion, almost angry, I spun her around, turning her back to me, pulling in more of her feminine scented hair as it slapped against my body. She backed into my erect cock, her pussy perfectly leveled that I could slide into her with little effort, if it were not for the floral chastity between us both. Placing my hands on her hips, pressing even harder into her, arching her back into me, I move over the area of her beautiful tattoo, causing her dress to raise slightly, but up her body I moved.
I moved to the bottom of her breasts, feeling the underwire of her bra, both hating it being there, and hoping it matched the black lacey panties that now lay on the floor. Up and over the wire I pleased, more than my hands could handle, and without any searching I found her erect nipples, facing out as if my cock had given them lessons. Like the cheeks of her ass, again a caressed her, the mams floating in my hands, perky and firm, but forgiving. She moved her ass back and forth, using whatever part of her body she could to stroke my over engorged dick, though rough on the sensitive skin, it built a fire in me again.
I wanted nothing more than to have her join me in all our glory, and free her body from the clothing that made pure sex impossible. I gripped the cloth in my hands, and up and over her head I took her dress off, tossing it in the opposite corner as her panties, on the side toward the door. When the bulk of her cover was gone, I was more than pleasantly surprised to see, the same black lace that had been used to make her underwear, now held her wonderful tits. Though I may spend more time in other circumstances, I did not wait, and hastily snapped the rear clasp of the bra, allowing it to punish her a bit, while also releasing her from the wrapping burden.
I pressed her back into me once again. I could see over her shoulder at the magnificence of her tits, and again my hands moved up her body, this time onto her freed breasts, warmer than the rest of her body, and she wiggled as I brushed the tips of each, playing with her rippled nipples. As she backed into me, her twat moved above my cock as it worked in between her legs. As it did a cold air came over it as her wet pussy left a trail of moisture. The thought of her dripping for me, readied by the foreplay that would have been enough for me to steal worlds for her, it made me again pulse on the inside, and my dick softly slapped upward as if not needing me to do a thing.
She felt my readiness, and knew it was time for us to come together, and in her knowing she placed her hands on the opposite wall and began to dance with my rod. Slowly I felt her lips part, splitting and gliding down, finally her clit bumping the head of my cock. She shook again with the attention to her bell, but it was exactly what she wanted, and she did it again, this time deliberately as she washed my dick in her sweet cum. What seemed too long, and her joy not unforsaken, I knew she would make me miss again the chance to release inside her. As she pulled back again for another slide on the railing, I moved my cock upward.
She was not unhappy with the choice to move on, and now she teased herself onto me. Slow, easing the process, and allowing for her own expansion, the tip of my dick passed her lips, and now through her hole. I ached to slam it into her, she had teased me so, and there was nothing more I wanted than to bury my cock against her cervix, but I allowed her to continue, knowing no woman would want to be banged when she obviously wanted to be fucked.
The head of my cock was inside her, and her insides both expanded to allow me, but contracted all around me. Deeply and slowly I pushed into her, savoring every inch I could put into her. The heat of her cunt seared me, baking my dick in fantastic juices. She did not waste a moment of it, and she loudly groaned as I entered her, her vagina seeming to never stop pulsing, cumming on me relentlessly. When I was in as far as I could go, I held myself in place, and she clenched on me, and tensed her body with the mental release she had longed for.
I waited until her tensions eased, now more than ready, warmed up for the race she was about to endure. Her back slid downward, relaxed, her head collapsing lower, preparing. I began to move out of her, slow, but quickly enough to affect her stance, and once again her back began to tense. Only half of its length now removed, I thrust back into her ensuring she had creamed my rod enough to withstand the friction. Again out I came, and back again, more further out, and more deeply as her breathing increased to a faster pulse than the pumping.
With everlasting lust I thrust in and out of her. Each time she writhed, and moved in a new way, tensing different parts of her body, but never coming close to losing my dick from inside her. I relished every pump, every thrust, slowly and deliberately increasing my pace, soon a light slapping sound echoed in the small room, barely covered by the sounds of her breathing and the groans of her sexual appreciation. More and more, faster and faster, she never stopped lubricating my cock, and now I was pounding into her as she pushed against the wall, burying me even deeper into her twat. My balls became cold from the wet she dripped on me and down me. Her skin flushed, almost as red as her hair, flapping and bouncing with each insertion.
I could feel her climax coming, faster as she yearned for deeper, harder blows to the back of her cunt. She did not care of the noise, the moans that must have been coming from the door. An invigorating thought that the waitress could be outside the door, listening to me fuck this goddess, making her cum on me. Though she had pulsed, and quivered the entire time, from mouth to clit, to penis on her g-spot, she began to tighten on me. She stopped her backward thrusts, and as though struck in the head, unable to control herself, she tensed, and her pussy clamped on my cock.
As she came, clenching over and over on my cock, her cervix smashed into my head, banging me over and over, expanded as though the monster would swallow up my dick a second time. She gushed, slicker than anything I could have imagined, over and over her pussy attempting make me burst inside of her. As she gained more composure, and as if to thank me for the brilliant dick, she began again to push on the wall, and slam her perfect body down upon me.
Knowing I had done my job, bringing her a cum she could not forget if she wanted, I knew it would be my turn, I would be required to return the favor of release, and I focused on fucking her. I timed my thrusts into her with her forces against the wall. Deep enough to drench the base of my dick, and I was glad I shave as well or I would surely have paid for it. Over and over she fucked my dick, still no end to endless quivering, I began to feel the climax coming, my prostate readying a load for deposit. Small moans began to come from me, it was absolute bliss as she rode me.
I know she could feel my cock tensing inside her, instantly she knew my cum was ready to explode. I wasn’t sure it she would stop, not wanting me to finish inside of her, but she did not stop, and the thought of her wanting me to burst inside her only made the experience that much more intense. I too lost control as she did, but she did not rest from pumping her pussy on my dick. Over and over she fucked the cum out of me, as though there was nothing more important in the entire world. Bang, bang, bang, it was flawless timing and swollen tension. I reached the end, I began to moan, high from the release, and feeling like I would never stop cumming in her pussy, filling what little room was left with what felt like buckets.
She never stopped pumping it from me, in and out she banged into me. Though I had not paid enough attention, as her cunt ballooned with cock and cum, she again burst forth on me. She too excited by the spigot she created, and she gushed. Her twat tightened, her cervix again slamming into the head of my cock, no doubt drenched in my love. We squished at the overabundance of fluid, her cum and mine. Sloshy, sickly sounds of wetness, and as we could neither give more, we relaxed, breathing heavily, my dick pulsing with my heartbeat, but never leaving from inside her.
When enough time had passed for air to return to our system, still standing there reeking of sex, she pulled herself from me, dripping directly on the floor. She turned to me, once again that amazing smile that had enticed me in the eatery. She placed on my lips the sweetest kiss, and without words she thanked me whole heartedly. I kissed her back with all the passion I have ever felt for someone as well.
To my amazement she was not fully done with me, she did not simply put on her clothes and leave me wondering what in the hell had just happened. She fell to bending knees once again, this time sucking the remaining seamen from my cock, licking it clean, with only a thin film of saliva left on both my shaft and balls. I could not be more enticed, and if ever there was something a woman could do to win a man, this entire episode was more than enough.
I was more than crazed, this woman could have anything in the entire world from me at this point, nothing would have sounded odd, or outrageous. She waited for a few moments, bashfully looking to the ground, only peaking up at me, catching my eye, and quickly away again. Then she began to cloth herself, putting on her bra, then panties, and dress. As she did, I did the same, putting back on my clothes.
She turned to me and said, “Ready to go?” I replied with a dry throated voice, “Sure….”
She opened the door and walked out, I followed closely behind. “Go get your laptop.” She commanded, I didn’t hesitate, still mesmerized by the entire situation. As I passed her, she jingled my keys, and waved my wallet, “You dropped these on the floor too…”
With that she opened my wallet, dropped a twenty on the bar to pay for my meal, coffee, and a generous tip. The waitress not being anywhere in sight. She then closed it up and walked out heading directly for my car. My keys in her hand she unlocked the door with the button, opened the passenger door, and delicately sat in the passenger seat. I really didn’t know what to do or say, so I gathered up my belongings and headed for the door. As I approached the car, she slid her hand down the side of the door, pulled her seat belt across, and latched herself into the vehicle.

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Fiction

COUSINS –OUR STORY – Chapter 7

This story is a biography, based on fact (as best as I can remember – events that were unexpected, special and unforgettable) with interwoven fiction. It spans a number of years

Fiction

THE SECOND CHANCE-2: SECOND CHANCE AT LOVE

I had left Marie more than three months ago. It was clearly the biggest mistake of my young life—since I was sent back from the dead as a thirty-year-old. Eventually—a miserable wretch and desperate to see her again–I phoned from right outside her apartment. When she opened the door we stared at each other for almost a minute before she ran into my arms. We held each other so tightly for almost ten minutes and when we kissed I was positive I had made the right decision—it was the kiss of a lifetime. Marie had called my name and yelled, “YES! YES! YES!” when she answered the phone—the answers to any question I had for her. My last two questions were:
“Do you love me?”
“Oh, yes, George!”
On a roll, I played a hunch. Nervously I asked her, “Are you pregnant?”
Marie looked up at me, those marvelous violet eyes sparkling like never before. “Yes,” she whispered just before pulling me into yet another long sensational kiss.
Chapter 1
Eventually, I broke the kiss. I could have gone on forever, savoring her touch, but there were things we had to do, and there’d be plenty of time for kissing once we had returned to my home. I wanted Marie to come home with me in the worst way and she had said, “Yes!” I was thrilled but there was a lot to do and it was almost 10:30 in the morning so, if we wanted to be back at my place by this evening we had to begin soon.
Holding hands I walked Marie into her apartment, planning to organize the move, but Marie had it all under control. “I rented this apartment furnished so, other than a few personal items and the TV, it’s all staying here. I’ll need my clothes,” she started. Then, with that same evil smile forming on her face, she continued, “but, then again, maybe not! I have my pictures—they’re the only ones I have of my family—and, of course, my toys. We wouldn’t want to forget them, would we?” My grin matched hers.
Marie pulled her clothes from the closet and I carried them down to my SUV, a new BMW X5. I dropped the rear seats and then piled them in the back. Her clothes from her dresser were placed in bags—paper ones from the supermarket. Working together it took us almost two hours to get everything down, packed into the car, and the apartment cleaned.
“Do you have a car? “ I asked her. “Can you drive?”
Of course, I can drive. I have a license. Want to see it? I never needed to buy a car. Living here I’m only ten minutes from work by bus and everything I need is close by.”
“Well, you have a car now,” I told her, passing the spare keys to the Beemer into her hand.
“You mean this is mine? Can I drive now?” She was really excited, but I thought she should wait until we were on the open road before taking the wheel. I got in and we drove away.
Marie was checking out her key ring. “What are these other things?”
“The chrome-plated brass thing is to our house—it’s a special kind of key for the house and the security system both. The remote will open the gate and the garage, OK? I’ll show you how to do everything when we get there.”
“Am I going to like our house?”
“I hope so. Do you like noise or quiet and privacy?”
“I think that with you I’d like lots and lots of privacy—so we can fuck all day and go naked as much as possible. Will we be able to do that, George?”
“We’ll have plenty of privacy, Marie. I don’t think we’ll ever have to get dressed.” I pulled onto the interstate and soon we were hitting 70, heading northeast toward North Carolina and the beach. We had been driving for maybe an hour when Marie asked me, “How much did this car cost, George?”
“I don’t know, Marie—sixty-five, seventy, I think.”
“Wow,” then after a short pause she continued, “Are you really giving it to me?”
“Yes, Marie,” I replied, resting my hand reassuringly on her thigh. “I have a Ford pickup and a Porsche 911. I bought this especially for you. Don’t you like it?”
“I love it, George. It’s just that nobody ever gave me a present like this before. I’m having a hard time believing it.” Then after planting a kiss on my cheek, Marie whispered, “Thank you, George.” Even stopping for lunch we were home by six p.m. Marie drove the last hour, loving how nimble and responsive the X5’s twin turbo six was. I showed her how to open the gate and then the garage.
Hand in hand we walked into the house. Marie followed me into the bedroom. She pulled me into an embrace and a long hot kiss. Her long tongue wrapped around mine as her hands found my belt. In seconds my hard cock was out. Breaking the kiss she whispered, “Let’s take advantage of all that privacy, eh?” Then Marie literally ripped the clothes from my body before stripping herself—the shreds of my former clothes falling to the floor. She stepped out of her panties, her long slender legs, tight round ass, round firm breasts, and that delicious sweet pussy all just begging to be fucked, and pushed me back onto the bed. “Do you have any idea how many times I fantasized about this?” I shook my head “no,” overwhelmed with her beauty and sexiness. “Hundreds of times, at least, George–now I’m going to fuck you ‘till you drop.”
Marie fell on top of me, driving her hard nipples into my chest. She ran her wet slit up and down the sensitive underside of my erection making me harder and hotter. I had also prayed for this more times than I could count and now my dreams were coming true at last. Marie eased a bit forward, moving the head of my cock to her slit. She was oozing pussy juice at an incredible rate so when she moved back down I slid into her hot tight velvety tunnel with the greatest of ease. It was like we were made for each other! The muscles in her tight cunt gripped me like a circular vise, each squeeze delivering one incredible sensation after another.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…at…long…last,” sighed Marie. “You feel…so fucking good George—so very fucking good.”
“Yeah, well, you should feel it from my end. You feel…wonderful…fantastic…incredible. I could just remember how tight you are,” I replied breathlessly. Marie was on top so she was in control. Eyes closed, she remained remarkably still, breathing slowly, savoring the way I was filling and stretching her cunt. Slowly she began to move as her passion and her lust claimed reign over her body. Marie rocked, bending my cock within her muscular canal. I was in a playful mood so just after massaging her firm smooth breasts and rolling her hard nipples between my fingers I teased her, “I thought women always had to pee after a long ride.”
“It’s a matter of priorities, George,” Marie gasped, ” I do have to pee pretty badly, but I need to fuck you even more. I’ve peed several times already today. I haven’t made love with you for more than one hundred days.” Staring at me with those fantastic violet eyes she continued, “I haven’t had sex in all that time. I really need you now!”
“What would you have done if I hadn’t come back?”
“Do you have to ask that just now?” she grunted, “I’m almost ready to cum…and…it’s going to be a…really…OH, GOD!” She humped me hard three times grinding her clit into me with tremendous force, arched her back, threw her head up and screamed non-stop for almost a minute as her climax raced through her body like a tsunami through an oceanfront town. About half-way I felt a familiar surge up from my balls—I shot a huge river of cum into her womb. Five more times I drove deep into her as I drowned her pussy in my seed—I was still cumming like Peter North! Drained, Marie fell onto my chest as buckets of cum leaked from her pussy.
Lying on my chest as she recovered, I caressed her head, running my fingers through her long black hair. It was several minutes before Marie spoke, “George, I cried all night when you left. I will never know why I made you go.”
I gently stroked her head and kissed her forehead as I replied, “Marie, I started crying before I even left your bedroom. Maybe it was something we had to go through so we would know how much we really love each other. I don’t know why I left, but I know now that I’ll never leave you again. I love you more than anything.”
Marie raised her head and I could see that she was crying again. “Don’t worry, my darling, these are tears of joy—of elation. I’ve never been happier. I don’t care one bit for the money you won. I only want you.”
She moved back down to kiss me tenderly—lovingly. It was long and soft, and hot, but after a minute or so I broke it.
“Just exactly how badly do you have to pee? Don’t forget—I’m on the bottom here.” My smile was ear-to-ear and when Marie saw it she laughed.
“I think I’d better get up. I could stay here with you all night, but right now nature calls.”
Chapter 2
Marie returned to my side right after I heard the toilet flush. She seemed relieved (no pun intended). Marie snuggled up close, her arm over my chest, her leg over mine. I wrapped my arm around her as she laid her head on my shoulder. Her pussy was still leaking my seed. “I still can’t believe you came back for me, George, but I’m so glad you did.” I didn’t say a word; I just pulled her closer, if possible, before leaning up to pull her into a long hot kiss. Marie pushed that long tongue of hers into my mouth to wrestle with mine. Damn, this woman could kiss! We went on like that for almost twenty minutes before we broke at the same time.
“Wow,” I was breathing heavily. “Is this what I have to look forward to?” Marie gave me that evil smile in reply. We lay silently for quite a while until I heard my stomach growl. Marie laughed; I was embarrassed; Marie laughed again. She pulled me from the bed. ‘Do you have any food here?” I shook my head “no” before explaining that I ate out a lot.
Marie rose and walked around the bedroom several times before she entered the bathroom again. “I love your bathroom, George, and this shower is great. We’ll be able to shower together all the time.” She left, walking down the hall to the other rooms. I followed a few steps behind. As she checked out every room—the other bedrooms, the guest bath, the living room, kitchen, dining room, and, finally, the family room—I was checking out her fantastic ass and the cum dripping down her legs. Suddenly, she turned, placed her hands on her naked hips, and asked, “George…don’t you have ANY furniture? I’ve never seen so many empty rooms in one place in my entire life.”
I was tongue-tied, unsure what to say, so I figured the truth was the best. “I…uh…wanted to wait for you, Marie, and I was…uh…afraid you wouldn’t want me after all this time, so I didn’t know what to do. So, I didn’t do anything.” I had my head down, ashamed of my indecision, but Marie didn’t see it that way.
“George that is one of the sweetest things I’ve ever heard. I guess if I hadn’t come with you you’d never have anything, would you?” I shook my head “no” again. “Well,” she continued with a look of determination on her face, “I am here so I guess I’d better get busy.” She rushed forward into a wonderful hug as her perfect smooth skin rubbed against mine. She ran her mound and her silky smooth pussy lips up and down my leg.
“Again?” I queried.
“Not yet, George. We can wait until later, OK? I’m kind of hungry, too and if I have to listen to that stomach much longer…. I think we should get dressed, don’t you?” We dressed and in five minutes Marie was driving us to a nearby Italian restaurant in her new SUV. We ordered a large sausage pizza to go, and while she was waiting for it I bought some Pepsi 2-liters at a neighboring market. I got back just as she was walking out with our pie. It was only a few moments later that we were back home again. We sat in front of the TV as we ate and drank our fill although we paid more attention to each other than to what was on the screen. I was just about to stretch out when I felt a tug at my elbow. “It’s later now, isn’t it, George?” Marie all but pulled me into the bedroom for an encore. I was barely there a few seconds when Marie suddenly dropped my shorts and boxers in a single motion. She removed my feet from my shoes and socks while she pulled my shirt over my head and pushed me back onto the bed. “Now, stay there, George! No moving, OK?” I nodded while she stripped before joining me on the bed. I reached out to massage her velvety smooth breasts, but Marie pushed my hands away as she moved down between my legs. “This one’s for you, George. I have something special in mind for you so lie back and enjoy it. You can pay me back later!”
Starting just above my asshole Marie licked up my balls to the underside of my stiff cock, over the top and down the other side; then she reversed, going back the other way. I groaned non-stop at what she was doing to me. When she came back to my helmet she swallowed me in a single gulp, taking all eight-plus inches into her mouth and throat. She didn’t stop until she was kissing my pubic hair. Using her mouth she fucked me hard, sucking and licking with that incredible tongue of hers. “Ohhhhh…Ma…rie,” I groaned after several minutes of this sweet torment. ”I’m getting close; I’m cumming.” I thought she would swallow as she had in the past, but at the last instant she pulled back, jerking me tightly with her surprisingly strong hand. My first rope of creamy cum shot more than two feet into the air before finding its way to my chest. Five more times I shot a thick arc of cum that landed on my stomach, abdomen, thighs, or chest. I was a mess by the time my orgasm had ebbed—my torso looked as though it had been covered with white frosting, like a toaster strudel, or a pop-tart.
Marie batted her eyes coyly. “Oh…George…I’ve been so naughty; just look what I’ve done. I think I should clean up this mess, don’t you? Maybe you should punish me if I don’t do a good job—a good spanking, perhaps.” She batted those long lashes at me, her violet eyes dancing. She stuck her tongue out and licked and licked and licked. She began on my thighs and moved her way north. When she had cleaned my legs and torso she turned her attentions to my withering cock. Using her tongue again she licked all around my helmet and, once she was sure it was spotless, she moved down to the shaft. Just to make sure she sucked me deep into her mouth. I say deep because by now all her attentions had made me hard again. Marie rubbed my ball sack while she slowly stroked my organ.
I was in ecstasy, but I had a job to do. I pulled her up and flipped her onto her back. I levered her long legs onto my shoulders as I leaned forward, pushing her ankles behind her head. My cock was poised just above Marie’s slit. I reached down, rubbing it into her, moistening it with her natural lubricant. It was only a second later that I eased into her satiny smooth tunnel. Marie moaned in her rapture as I pounded her pussy, driving my cock deep into her love canal, rubbing her G-spot going in and out, as I bottomed out on every stroke against her cervix. I was afraid of hurting Marie until she begged me, “Harder, George. Fuck me harder, please. I love it hard.” I pulled out until only my helmet was within her before driving into her. Again and again I rammed home, forcing my cock into that delicate rough spot just inside her tight pussy. I tweaked her nipples and massaged her mammoth firm breasts until Marie could take no more. She drove her hips up to meet me when her first spasm hit. She twitched and shook as her orgasm took over her body. On and on she went—one convulsion after another—until, finally, it passed. Marie was bathed in sweat; it pooled between her magnificent breasts. Marie panted and panted as she came down from her ordeal. I released her legs; she wrapped them around my waist; I fell to lie atop her chest as I engaged her in a long deep kiss.
“I want you to cum, George. Use me to cum. Make me your cum bucket, George. Drown my pussy in your cum.” On and on Marie encouraged me. First with her words, then with her body, she drove me to an incredible orgasm. Using her legs as levers, Marie pulled her hips up with my every thrust, creating the friction I would need to reach my orgasm. Faster and faster she moved with me until I was there. “Put it into my mouth, George; I want to feel your hot cum explode into my mouth.” She released her legs; I pulled out, moved forward, and shoved my slimy cock into her mouth. She swallowed my rod, tasting herself, just as I blasted my first river of baby cream into her throat. Marie jerked me with her long strong tongue as I shot repeatedly into her mouth. It was all she could do to keep up with my deposits, but, in the end, she swallowed every single drop. I fell beside her, pulling her into a hug and a long tender kiss.
I was thinking as we rested, loving the touch of her sensational skin against mine. “You know, Marie,” I began, “there’s a lot we don’t know about each other. I’ve told you everything I know, and it’s not much. It’s not going to make any difference to me, but I realized that I don’t even know your last name, or your birthday, or a lot of other things about you—like where you grew up, where you went to school….” I would have continued, but Marie shushed me by putting her finger to my lips.
“George, you obviously weren’t paying much attention to my name badge when you claimed your prize.”
“No,“ I responded with a smile, “I was checking out your hot body. Why?”
“Well, for one thing you would have seen that my name is Marie…Shaw—the same last name you have. I grew up right there in Columbia. I’m a home-grown South Carolina girl, although I had to take a lot of flak for leaving Columbia, the home of USC, to attend Clemson. I majored in business admin. I was born on June 25, 1986. I’m 25—almost 26. You know I have a sister—she’s four years older, married to an accountant, with two girls, so I’m an aunt. We’ve never been close; I told you she was in California—in Modesto. I went there once. I hated it, so I came back here to Columbia and I’m very happy I did. Otherwise, I would never have met you, George. Oh, one more thing, George—I’m a big Atlanta Braves fan.” I kissed her cheek, pulled up the blanket, and prepared for our first night together in our house.
Just before falling asleep I whispered, “I’m a big Yankees fan.” Now how did I remember that?
Chapter 3
We woke the following morning when the sun shone brightly into the bedroom. In our haste to make love we had completely forgotten to draw the drapes across the glass wall leading to our screened porch, the back yard, and the marsh beyond. Still spooning together, my arms around Marie, my hands caressing her hardening nipples and her satiny smooth breasts, Marie turned for a wake-up kiss. I protested mildly, claiming “morning breath,” but Marie was not to be deterred. She gripped my head, locked her fingers into my hair, pressed her lips to mine, and thrust her tongue into my mouth. There was no way to resist; I rolled her over to face me—to once again have those glorious breasts pressing against me, to feel that gooey sticky cunt against my thigh.
We kissed nonstop for almost fifteen minutes when I had to break it. “I gotta go,” I whispered into her ear. “Me, too,” Marie responded with a smile on her face. I pulled her from the bed and, being a gentleman, allowed her to use the toilet first. When I left the commode room I led Marie to the shower. This was something I loved about the house. The shower is 6 by 8 tiled on the walls, ceiling, and floor with an open doorway at one end. There are spray heads overhead on either side of a small opening skylight, at chest level, and again at leg level—fourteen in all. I set the thermostatic control by the doorway and a moment later we stepped into the hot spray. I pulled Marie into an embrace while the hot water ran over our bodies. We laughed as we rubbed our slippery skin against skin. I grabbed a bar of soap, turned Marie around and began to wash her back. Moving down I massaged her sensational butt, tickling her when I pushed my soapy finger up and down her crack. She stopped laughing when I gently slipped a soapy finger into her butt. “Ohhhh, George that feels so good. I love it when you do that to me.” She was getting pretty excited which was good, but, being pregnant, I didn’t want her to fall which would have been bad, so I stopped. She gave me a quizzical look, but nodded her understanding once I had explained. I kissed her tummy lovingly—the health of our child was much more important than fooling around–as we got back to the business of washing each other. Once I had cleaned her—the first time I had ever washed a beautiful hot pussy, Marie took over and washed me. I felt she took an awful long time washing my cock and balls, but I’d never complain.
I carefully led her back into the bathroom, making her stand on the rug while I lovingly dried her fantastic body. Once dry she wrapped a towel around her hair and pulled another from the rack to dry me. Still naked we walked to the living room, through the French doors to the screen porch, and sat taking in the beauty of the marsh and the dunes beyond. “Is that your dock?” Marie asked.
“Yes, it runs all the way into the ICW—the Intracoastal Waterway—and I have two boats out there in addition to a covered area where we can fish or just sit and enjoy the sunset.”
“Can we swim there, George?”
“Well, we probably could but I don’t recommend it. There can be a really fast current when the tide starts to ebb. A swimmer could wind up a mile away in no time at all, plus I hear there’s all kinds of debris on the bottom. I think it’s too dangerous, but we can go to lots of beaches, either in the SUV or boat.”
“Can we go out there now, George? I started to say, “Sure,” when I realized that we were still naked. We could easily be seen from a passing boat, or even by my neighbors. When I looked at Marie I could see she was thinking as I was—all her stuff was still in the X5. We began laughing at the very same instant. I gave her a quick peck as we walked into the garage to retrieve her clothes. Carrying them in I showed Marie “her closet”—a spacious walk-in with more than twenty feet of hanger space along three walls and shelves, drawers, and shoe racks along the other. Marie took one look and stood there in awe. “Uh, George, where are your clothes? Is all this just for me?”
I hung up the clothes I had carried in and showed her my closet a few feet away. Mine was by far the smaller and when Marie saw it she had to pull me in for another sensational kiss. I let her put her stuff away while I did the grunt work, knowing that she’d probably rearrange everything several times, at least. We put on shorts, tees, and sandals and walked hand-in-hand through the yard and out along the dock. We sat on the bench and talked—real stuff, not love or sex stuff. We agreed that Marie would hire a decorator to furnish most of our rooms; we would work on our baby’s room ourselves. That was a joy we wanted to share. I also insisted that she see a top-notch OB/GYN; I’d get some recommendations from the neighbor wives—one of whom had three teenage daughters. I knew there would be lots of questions about Marie, but I had thought all this out before I had brought her home.
We spent almost three hours there before we decided to take the Robalo—an 18-foot center console– for a ride. I returned to the house, filled a cooler with sodas—no alcohol for my pregnant lover—sandwiches, and snacks. I lowered the boat into the water. Having hydraulic hoists installed had been a great idea. The boats were kept out of the water where they couldn’t be damaged by wakes from boats—some of them quite large– that sped by. I carefully handed Marie into the seat next to the helm. I was going to ask her how well she could swim, but instead I just handed her a PFD. She gave me a questioning look until I explained that our safety was a primary concern and there was always the chance of an accident. Just the previous week, I explained, a boater had struck a submerged log and been thrown from his boat. Even if she could swim I’d want her to wear a personal flotation device, just like the one I would wear. Fortunately, I had bought several that inflated automatically when they got wet. They were cooler and much more comfortable than the typical bulky life preserver. I cranked the engine and it started immediately. I stood at the helm while we cruised down the ICW at more than 30 miles per hour. The wind wrapped around the windshield, whipping Marie’s hair as she laughed from the exhilarating feeling. It took us about fifteen minutes to reach the inlet and another ten to reach Bird Island, not really an island any more, just the southern end of Sunset Beach which really is an island. I double anchored–one on shore, the other fifty feet out and let the boat drift on the current.
Cooler in one hand I took Marie by the other, and we went exploring. We walked barefoot through the shallow water at the shore from the inlet side out to the deserted ocean beach where we sat alone, ate our lunch and relaxed. I was lying back, digesting my sandwich, and taking in the sun when something blotted out the light. I looked up into Marie’s beautiful face. I grinned as I pulled her down for a fantastic kiss. Her long strong tongue explored my mouth as mine explored hers. I sucked on her lower lip, pulling it between my teeth. I felt rather than heard Marie groan as I slid my hands under her top. I was surprised, but pleased, to find that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I moved around to cup each breast, loving the firmness and weight. My hands adored the satiny smooth feel of her skin as I massaged each globe, teasing her areolas and nipples. Marie broke the kiss, pulled back looking at me lustfully.
She wanted me and wasn’t taking “no” for an answer. Seconds later my hard cock was in her hand as she stroked me slowly, just enough to drive me wild with desire. She lifted her hips to pull down her shorts and panties. I could see the tiny droplets of pussy juice glistening on her labia. Marie grabbed my cock again, brought the tip to her cunt and sat down, engulfing me in that torrid tunnel. Marie closed her eyes, held her breath, and arched her back. “Oh, George, I can’t believe how good you feel inside me. I love the way you fill me up.” She leaned down to show her appreciation; she pressed her lips against mine, forcing her tongue deep into my mouth. I massaged her breasts again, pinching her nipples. Soon she was so hot she had to move on my cock—so hot she craved release. Marie rocked like a woman possessed. Faster and faster; harder and harder she rammed her hot hard clit into me. Marie was breathing hard, panting from her exertions, so much did she want and need this orgasm. Marie was getting closer; so was I. I could see her eyes glass over. She was in another place mentally and physically. Her whole being was into the sex and the rising sensations of her orgasm. Suddenly the rocking—the gyrations—stopped. Marie’s breathing quieted. It was the lull before the storm. Just as suddenly she started to shake, small tremors at first, but growing with every second. Marie opened her mouth for a silent scream, remembering at the last instant that we were only yards from a public beach as her climax hit her hard. She convulsed repeatedly for almost a minute, shaking uncontrollably. She collapsed onto my body exhausted.
We lay there for almost thirty minutes while Marie recovered, my hard cock still slithering in and out of her pussy slowly. Eventually, she was able to dress and we walked back to the boat hand-in-hand. Minutes later we were on our way back through the inlet to our home.
Chapter 4
Ever look at something without actually seeing it, without recognizing it for what it really was? It came to me on about the fourth or fifth time that someone was sending me signals. The first time was when Marie and I went to the Hope School to make my donation. It was a cloudy day, but when we walked out of the school I noticed the clouds part, the sun shining down upon us. The second time was when I left Marie’s apartment. There was supposed to be a full moon, or close to it. Walking to my car I saw the clouds form in a cloudless sky and cover the moon. The next day clouds covered the sun all during my drive home—no matter which direction I drove in those clouds followed me. When I walked out with Marie en route to our home the clouds had parted and they had stayed away for the entire weekend. That’s when I knew that God was sending me a message—Marie and I were meant to be together. Someone much more powerful than me was controlling my destiny. I don’t know why I would be surprised; my entire life—my second chance at love and happiness—was due to divine intervention.
I couldn’t remember whether I was religious or not in my prior life, but after all that had happened to me so far in this one I knew that I definitely believed in a higher power. I resolved to live my life the right way—taking the absolute best care of Marie and our family.
Marie amazed me almost every day. She learned all the technological concepts dealing with our house, the security system, and her car in less than a week. She hired a decorator and coordinated all the work of buying furniture, carpets, and all the things that go into making a house a home. She employed a cleaning company, did our laundry, bought and cooked our food, and still found time to look beautiful and sexy every minute. The sex continued as it had been that first time together. We fucked and sucked each other several times every single day.
Marie also showed me her determination and perserverance in several ways. One night we had been too tired for sex so I went to bed in a T-shirt and gym shorts, my usual sleepwear prior to bringing Marie home with me. She climbed into bed with me, spooning in front. “Uh, what’s this I’m feeling with my butt?”
“Well,” I replied, “since we didn’t have sex tonight I thought I’d wear pajamas—my version of pajamas, anyway.”
“George, just because we didn’t have sex doesn’t mean we won’t, does it? If I reach out for you during the night what am I going to touch—you or some stupid cloth?” I got the hint, rose from the bed, and stripped quickly. Marie rewarded me by gently stroking my cock.
“Much better, George,” she whispered just before falling asleep, my cock still in her hand, “…much better.” She spooned against me and, just before we were ready for sleep she spread her butt cheeks apart and pulled my cock into the space. “If it’s still there in the morning I may have something special for you.”
“Unfortunately, it’ll almost certainly go soft by then and we’ll wind up on opposite sides of the bed,” I whispered as I wrapped my arm around her, just below her breasts. Marie immediately moved my hand—onto the breast and touching her nipple. “Now, that IS much better, George.” We fell promptly asleep.
I woke the following morning to a tongue pushing its way into my mouth. I opened my eyes to see a pair of beautiful violet eyes. “Guess where your cock was this morning? I’ll give you a hint—it was nice and hard and right where I wanted it to be. I think I owe you something.” With that she kissed me, her tongue exploring every part of my mouth. I had realized early in our relationship that even the worst morning breath was no deterrent to Marie so I moved into the kiss eagerly. Suddenly, Marie broke the kiss and pulled away, leaning toward her night stand. She returned a moment later with a bottle of lube. “I’ll do you. You get me ready, OK?”
She squeezed a big dollop on her hand and slathered it all over my cock. Then she turned away, presenting her rosebud for my attention. I lubed a finger, pressing it into her. A second followed a minute later. In another minute Marie had three fingers probing her butt. “I think I’m ready, George. Put it in me…please. Please, George…I need you now!” I rose and positioned behind her sphincter. I aimed for the small hole I knew would be there and pushed. Slowly and steadily I gained entrance—“popping” as my helmet passed the sphincter. Marie turned and nodded. She mouthed the words, “Hard—do me hard.” I reared back and drove deep into her bowel. Over and over I punched into her and when I reached under to tease her clit I thought Marie would jump through the ceiling. I rubbed in tiny circles as Marie pushed back, shuddered repeatedly, and fell forward, my cock ready to explode in her butt. Marie was completely drained but still she encouraged me to cum and I didn’t need much. She reached back to massage my balls. A gentle squeeze of her hand and butt sent me over the top. Hot white semen poured into her ass. It was over all too soon; I fell on top of Marie. Afraid of hurting her I started to slide off, but she stopped me, “Don’t you dare! I’m not made of glass, you know. Stay where you are. I love having you on top of me.”
Another example occurred one evening when I told her I wanted to watch a Yankee game on TV so she shooed me out of the kitchen right after dinner, explaining that she’d handle the clean-up on her own. She joined me about a half hour later, fresh from the shower, and wearing only her robe. Sitting on the other end of the couch she wriggled her feet in my crotch. When I glanced her way her neatly trimmed pussy glistened between her legs. I returned my attention to baseball but Marie wasn’t having any of it. She stood on the couch right in front of me, her dripping pussy inches from my mouth. I couldn’t miss her intoxicating aroma; I couldn’t resist just a taste. And that was it for the ballgame! One lick led to a slurp and one slurp led to another—and another and another. In seconds I was attacking that hot wet pussy with a passion. I would have licked her to an orgasm eagerly, but, to my surprise, Marie stopped me, flipped over, her head at my zipper. She turned to me for only a second, “Please hold me, George, so I can open this.” I held her hips while she exposed my cock. I got hard so fast it was throbbing with my pulse at almost a hundred beats a minute.
She held herself with her arms as my cock disappeared into her mouth. I attacked her cunt which was seeping juice now. Marie used her tongue to great advantage; running it around my helmet was driving me crazy with want and need. When she tickled my pee hole I was done—hot creamy semen erupted into her mouth. Over and over in a seemingly never ending river cum poured into her mouth and throat. Meanwhile I laid siege to her clit with my tongue and teeth. I sucked it between my teeth and tickled it with the tip of my tongue—it ignited an explosion within her body. Marie shook and trembled in my arms as she came repeatedly. I continued to suck as long as she continued to shake and I sucked for several minutes, at least.
Eventually Marie groaned, “Enough, George. Please stop. You’ll kill me with pleasure if you go on.” I released her clit, pulled her up, and took her into a long loving embrace. We rose some time later and headed for the shower. We were enjoying the hot water when I told her I had to pee. She grabbed my cock before I could turn to leave. Marie kneeled, directing my stream to her breasts. She rubbed the hot pungent liquid over her chest. When I was done she told me, “My turn, George.” I wasn’t crazy about it either way, but fair is fair. I kneeled to allow Marie to tinkle on my shoulder. Her pee ran down my chest and back. I had to admit her heat was pleasurable, but it wasn’t something I’d want to do every day. When Marie wanted something, she really, really wanted it. That was the kind of determination I would always admire.
Chapter 6
As I had promised I did speak to our neighbors about finding Marie a top doctor. It took several weeks to get an appointment and we only got that because Marie was now four months pregnant. Of course, I took Marie, feeling uneasy as almost the only male in a waiting room full of women, many very obviously pregnant. I was sure that Marie sensed my uneasiness; she squeezed my hand, pulled me close, and promised me many wonderful things once we got home as she kissed my cheek. Of course, there was paperwork to be completed—Marie’s name, mine, our address, insurance information, medications she was taking (none, thank God), and a whole host of other questions I considered mostly irrelevant.
Eventually, after almost an hour’s wait we went in to see the doctor—or so I thought. We saw a nurse who weighed Marie, took her blood pressure, pulse, and temperature, and had her change into one of those horrible hospital gowns. I helped her fasten those unreachable ties—didn’t these people ever hear about Velcro? We laughed when she asked if we knew the date of conception—“January 8 or 9,” we responded simultaneously. When the doctor finally arrived she went through the same questions that were on the form we had completed for what seemed an eternity before the exam finally started. In time we got to the ultrasound—the chance to actually see our growing child.
“What are you hoping for, Mrs. Shaw?” the doctor asked, making the obvious mistake since we had the same surname.
“I think I’d like to have a boy,” Marie responded as she smiled at me, surprising me because while we had not discussed this I assumed she’d want a girl.
“And you, Mr. Shaw?
I hesitated only a second before answering, “No doubt about it, I want a daughter!” Dr. Jonnson moved the device over Marie’s abdomen going, “Hmmmm…hmmm” several times. I thought it was like looking at ink blots or an old black and white TV with barely working rabbit ears as an antenna. When she rotated the screen to us she turned to me. “Well, Mr. Shaw, it looks like you’re getting your wish.” I was beaming until she continued, “And, Mrs. Shaw, it looks like you’re getting your wish, too. You’re going to have fraternal twins.” That’s when the room started swimming and everything went black.
When I opened my eyes I was lying on the floor, my head in Marie’s naked lap. She was stroking my face; I could see the concern etched on her face as the doctor waved smelling salts under my nose. I was still groggy as they helped me to a chair and the nurse brought me a cup of water. “Did I hear…?” I asked. “Did you say…twins?” I looked at Marie and she was nodding happily. I was still unsteady as I walked from the office.
“George,” Marie asked once she was again behind the wheel of her X5, “did you hear my last question to Dr. Jonnson?”
“Huh?”
“I didn’t think so. I asked her how long we’d be able to have vaginal sex. She said it will depend on how the pregnancy goes, but as long as I don’t have any pain we can go almost until I’m ready to give birth. Isn’t that great? We can continue to fuck as often as we want, and I can always take care of you with my mouth, or ass, or even my hands, if necessary.”
“Marie, have I told you lately how much I love you? Here you are having twins and all you’re concerned about is taking care of me. I’m so lucky to have you. I feel like celebrating; let’s go out to lunch.”
“Well, George, I feel like celebrating, too, that’s why we’re headed home.” When I looked at her she had that fabulously evil smile on her face. Thirty minutes later we were pulling into the garage. Marie led me into the house and then to the bedroom. “George, you were so cute when you fainted. I wasn’t too worried until you fell and hit your head. Are you OK now?”
“Yes,” I replied with a grin of my own, “but I think I’d better lie down and get out of these tight clothes.” I took off my loose golf shirt and my baggy shorts to lie naked on the bed. I extended a hand to Marie. That was all it took. She had most of her clothes off by the time she reached me. In bra and panties she joined me on the bed. I pulled her into a long deep kiss as I ran my fingers through her long black hair. I broke the kiss and moved my attentions to her long graceful neck, and then to her shoulders, and then to her breasts. Like the rank amateur I was I struggled to remove her bra until Marie took pity on me, shrugging it off with a giggle in only a second. I took one of her hard hot nipples into my mouth. “I’m already envious of our children,” I whispered. “I’m going to miss suckling you.”
“I’m going to miss you doing it, too, but I’m sure you can find something else to suck. You can, can’t you?
“I think I’m headed there right now,” I told her as I moved farther down her body. I slipped her panties from her legs and found my objective—her delicious moist pussy. I moved between her long strong legs to stroke her silky thighs. I inhaled deeply, savoring her musky scent until I leaned forward to run my tongue up one side of her labia and down the other. Marie moaned and gasped repeatedly under my ministrations. Changing tactics I moved my tongue to the center of her slit to drink the pussy juice from her fountain. Over and over I slurped up her fluids. Moving up I teased her clit. It was hard as a pebble and oh so hot. I nibbled and sucked it between my teeth bringing Marie to a long and strong orgasm.
“Come up here and kiss me,” she ordered. I obeyed instantly. She kissed and licked herself from my sodden face. “George,” she cooed, “that was great but right now I need you to stick that great big cock into my tiny tight pussy. Lie on your back so I can climb on top of you. I did, and she did. Very slowly she lowered herself onto my erection. When she bottomed out she leaned forward, stopping inches above my face. Looking straight into my eyes she told me how much she loved me, and then she showed it by fucking me for more than an hour. She used her vaginal muscles to squeeze my cock as she milked me over and over. All told, I came five times—once for every one she gave herself.
“Enough, Marie, I love you and I love making love with you, but you’re going to kill me. I’d like to live long enough to see our children.” Marie stopped moving on my cock, but not removing it from her pussy as she laid her head on my shoulder. Not surprisingly, we fell asleep almost immediately.
Chapter 7
We had a lot of re-planning to do. One of the problems with twins is that when one wakes up he/she wakes up the other. Should we have them in separate rooms, or together in one? Should we keep our carriage and get another like it, or get a tandem? We would need another crib and all the supplies that go with it. How many additional blankets and outfits would we need? Oh—the joy of having twins! It turned out that I worried too much. Marie took all this in stride and in only a week or so she had it all straightened out.
Meanwhile I was making plans of my own. I took Marie with me when I went to get fitted for new golf clubs. She told me that she had never played, but she had been a successful softball and volleyball player in high school and she was incredibly coordinated and limber so I thought she might enjoy learning the game. Besides, it would give me the opportunity to show off my lover. I’d seen plenty of men’s eyes follow her at restaurants and shows. I loved being seen with Marie almost as much as I loved her, and that was with all my heart. I knew I’d never have anything to be jealous of. Marie loved me as much as I loved her—probably more!
Marie had once told me that she didn’t care about the money I had won and when I showed her credit cards in her name she proved it. She could have spent thousands on clothes, cosmetics, perfume—whatever she wanted. She used the cards to buy groceries, gas for the X5, and supplies for the babies—nothing for herself, even though she obviously was going to need almost a whole new wardrobe. If I hadn’t taken her shopping for these things I think she would have gone naked all the time. I loved seeing her body, especially her swelling belly, but there were times we had to go out in public. One of the things I insisted she buy was a swimsuit. We lived near the beach and I wanted to take advantage as often as possible.
In mid-May I suggested we plan to go to the local beach for the Memorial Day weekend—the official start of the season. Marie asked to wait to see how the weather would be. On Saturday morning I packed the car even though the skies were overcast. Marie balked until I told her I was pretty sure it would clear up after we got there. “That’s not what the weatherman says,” Marie countered.
“I have my own weatherman,” I told her, “and my weatherman reports to a higher authority!” Marie rolled her eyes, but nodded saying, “I can always read a book on my Kindle, George. If you really want to go it’s OK with me.”
We left for the municipal beach around 10:30, arriving about fifteen minutes later. The municipal lot was jammed so I went next door to the fishing pier, paying $10 for the privilege of using their lot. I carried our stuff over the dunes searching for an open spot. We eventually found one in front of a large group of women in their 30’s and 40’s. Golf widows, I guessed. Once I had set up the umbrella and chairs Marie applied lotion to my body and then invited me to do the same to her. Just touching her sensuous skin was usually enough to give me a raging erection and today was no exception. Marie laughed when she saw the tent in my suit. “Oh, George, if we were home I could do something about that. I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to wait until we get back there.”
“You’re well worth the wait, Marie. Now, at least, I have something to look forward to, don’t I?” I kissed her and we sat back to enjoy the day. We were relaxing and reading when Marie asked me, “What’s that, George?” pointing to a small plane pulling a large banner.
“Oh, that’s how a lot of restaurants and tourist attractions advertise around here. I remember that, don’t ask me how, from my prior life—you know, when I visited the area.” We sat in silence at the plane passed us, towing a banner for the Ripley’s Aquarium in Myrtle Beach. We went back to our reading until maybe a half hour later. “Here comes another one, Marie. I can’t quite make out what it says. Can you read it?”
Marie leaned forward, placing her Kindle into her bag. She stared at the banner for almost thirty seconds then she looked at me. She returned to the banner that everyone could clearly see read “MARIE, WILL YOU MARRY ME?” and when she turned to me again I was on one knee. “Well, Marie, am I going to have to ask you twice?” I could see tears come to her eyes.
“No, George, I mean yes. Oh, you know what I mean.” Marie dug her long slender fingers into my hair and pulled me into a long kiss as the women behind us started to cheer and applaud. It was at that exact moment that the clouds disappeared, bathing the beach in bright sunlight. We both noticed it and nodded at each other. Our marriage would be blessed in Heaven!
When Marie broke the kiss I dug into my pocket, retrieving a blue velvet-covered box. I pulled out a ring, her ring—a 2.5 carat solitaire in a platinum setting. I don’t know whose hand was shaking more—hers or mine—as I slowly slipped it onto her finger. “I hope you like it Marie. If you don’t I can get you another.”
“Don’t you dare, George Shaw; I love it and I love you.” The ring was just the right size, thanks to one I had recently “borrowed” for the jeweler. Of course, our new fan club had to see it, kiss Marie, and congratulate me. Being women they had immediately recognized that Marie was pregnant, but were thrilled when they learned she would have twins. Marie just had to tell them how I had fainted in the doctor’s office when I got the news—they laughed; I turned red until Marie leaned over to give me another sweet kiss.
On Tuesday morning we went to the town hall for our license and, after lunch, we returned to be married. It was by far the happiest day of my young life.

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