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Elf on a Shelf: Part 3
Elf on a Shelf: Part 3
It's hard to punish a girl as good as Honey, but he'll try.
Based on a post by LingeringAfterthought, in 3 parts. Listen to
the Podcast at Steamy
Stories.
In the second week of February, Honey Lane sat on a tall
stool in the corner next to Zach's kitchen counter, sulking as she watched him
walk slowly around the table at which sat a girl and two boys between the ages
of 7 and 10. The dour silence of the spacious industrial loft suggested more
that the children were completing a college entrance exam with a severe
proctor, rather than completing Valentines to be distributed in class the
following Monday.
Honey crossed her long legs and sighed again, earning a
piercing glare from Zach. She had been looking forward to helping Zach's niece
and nephews with their Valentines for a couple weeks, Until she received a call
from the Health Department, advising her to take precautions due to a Covid
outbreak in her dumpy apartment complex. and now she was only allowed to
observe the kids from five feet away. She crossed her arms and sighed again.
This was the worst punishment ever.
Zach continued circling the table, trying not to notice how
Honey's folded arms pushed her tits together, the neckline of her fuzzy sweater
dipping between them. Beneath the soft woven folds, the silken white skin of
her tits probably still bore the red marks of his passion, his teeth and lips
remembering the feel of her shuddering with pleasure under them only moments
before his sister dropped her kids off for the afternoon. Jesus Christ; she
just uncrossed and crossed her legs again, totally oblivious to the way she
flashed him an upskirt every goddamn time she did it. Unless she wasn't
oblivious to it; with Honey, it was hard to tell.
Zach could tell that Honey was just dying to hop down from
the stool, scamper over and huddle with Amarie, Fallon and Logan, as they wrote
their names on the stupid little perforated papers and stuck a pencil through
the pre-punched holes for a stupid commercial holiday that was supposed to
celebrate love. Honey would ask them questions about their classmates, help
them choose the right stupid Valentine message for the right classmate, put
stickers and shit on the cards, and generally sprinkle that fairy dust that she
seemed to bring to anything she did. She was a born nurturer and would make
this whole thing magical for the kids, but it couldn't be helped. Honey had
scared the shit out of him and she needed to learn a lesson. It would be hard,
but he just had to be strong. She would not be getting out of this. Not this
time.
"Done!" Fallon yelled, slamming his pencil down on
the table.
Logan looked up from where he was working on his third
personalized Valentine message, apparently trying to sign each of them in
rudimentary calligraphy, and frowned, "You just put 'F' on all of
them," he said in disgust, "It looks like you're giving them a bad
grade; he said, shaking his head and returning to his careful scrivening.
"I am. Everyone in my class is a jerk. What are these
things supposed to mean, anyway? All these cards sound stupid. Like you'd
really walk up to someone you like and say 'Let's swing!' I haven't asked a
girl to swing in years. I'm too old for swinging," Fallon griped, looking
at his Spiderman sticker cards.
A snort of suppressed laughter came out of the corner of the
room, followed by the sound of a body collapsing to the floor in a fit of
coughing. "Fourth Fucking Place! On Your Face, Maggot!" Zach roared.
In the corner, hidden among the gym equipment, Zach's friend and loyal wingman
Terry promptly scrambled up into pushup position again without a word.
"Thirty-two," the children said in unison,
prompting Zach to put another dollar into a large money-stuffed jar labeled
"Language Arts Scholarship" in the middle of the table.
Amarie sighed and looked longingly over at Honey, who smiled
ruefully and gave her a little wave from her stool. "Why is Miss Honey on
the naughty stool, Uncle Zach?" she asked.
"Cards," Zach ordered, walking over to block
Amarie's view of Honey with his massive body. Amarie resignedly turned back to
signing her pink and purple mermaid cards that came with scented tattoos.
Zach knew Amarie would be a problem. She adored Honey, and
there was very little that Amarie's big brown eyes and reddish curls couldn't
talk him into. She had a tender heart that couldn't believe anyone deserved to
be punished; especially not someone as soft and sweet as his Honey. Goddammit.
Honey leaned forward and pressed her cheek against the
tightly muscled wall of Zach's back, then reached her hand up under his t-shirt
and began gently scratching him. She could feel the warmth of his skin seep
through the tight cotton, and smiled as she snuggled into him, still grazing
her fingernails across the skin of his back. Zach's mind flashed back to this
morning when her nails were not so gentle as he pounded into her tight, wet
pussy, her nails digging deep, scoring his flesh in her ecstasy.
A noise of pleasure escaped him before Zach disguised it as
a barking cough, and quickly stepped away until he was a safer distance away
from the irresistible vixen sitting, most deservedly, on the naughty stool.
Shaking his head to clear it, Zach tucked his t-shirt back into his jeans and
folded his arms. "Miss Honey is on the naughty stool. I ll tell you why.
The other day when I got back from the race in California where I had to drag
Terry's ass across the finish line in Fourth Place Behind The Fucking
Bubbleheads," Zach ranted, before pausing to collect himself and
continuing. "I go over to get Miss Honey at her apartment and find her
giving a fucking haircut to a naked guy in her fucking living room!"
"You cheated, Miss Honey?" Fallon gasped in
disbelief, at the same time Logan called out "Thirty-six!"
Zach fished a five-dollar bill out of his wallet and put it
into the jar, taking a one out for change. A foot stomped on the floor and he
glanced up to see Honey with her hand raised in the air, outrage written on her
face. He raised his hand, blocking his view of her face and the heart-melting
effect it had on him, and looked away dismissively. "He was not naked!
Cade had a towel on!" Honey yelled in protest.
Zach strode over to her, took her chin in his hand, trying
to think of something harsh and authoritative to say, but got distracted by her
plump lower lip instead, remembering how it felt to suck it between his own and
have her open her mouth, hungry to accept his tongue. He could smell the faint
strawberry scent of her lip balm and closed his eyes, clenching his jaw in an
effort not to kiss her. "No talking on the naughty stool," he
murmured, his eyes dipping down to let his gaze rove over her soft tits,
loosely wrapped in her fuzzy sweater. Honey smirked and kissed his palm.
"Miss Honey would never cheat," Amarie said with
resolute confidence. Honey nodded in agreement and thanks to the young girl,
tossed her long hair over her shoulder and grinned up at Zach.
"Towel or no towel, I still saw Cade's nuts when she
was goin' after him with the Flowbee," Zach explained, turning from Honey
as Logan opened his mouth with a look of question, "And no, 'nuts' doesn't
count as a swear," Zach finished, pointing at Logan.
Zach resumed his rounds of the table, continuing his story.
"So, of course, I reacted like anybody else who saw another guy's nuts in
his girlfriend's living room, and she has the balls to tell me not to yell
because it's not good for Cade."
"I think 'nuts' should be fifty-cents; 'balls'
too," Logan said, thoughtfully. "They might not be swears, but they
are; indelicate."
Zach turned to Honey and silently mouthed the word
"indelicate?" to her, a discomfited look on his face. Honey bit her
lips, and another snort of laughter erupted from the corner where Terry was
still in starting push-up position. "Fourth Place, Maggot! You Got Nothing
To Laugh About Except The Size Of Your;" Zach roared, before pausing and
breathing deeply and continuing in a calmer voice. "Anyway. Turns out,
this guy Cade just got back from a tour and was dealing with some PTSD when he
saw another guy's balls in his living room, too, only his girl wasn't exactly
giving the other guy a haircut. So, after a bit of trouble, he was living on
the streets. No job. No money. Nothing. Then, a few days ago, Honey sees him
eating some of the food she left out for a stray cat," Zach said, his
voice constricting as his throat tightened. He turned away from the kids to hide
his face for a moment, only to meet Honey's deep blue eyes and a whole new set
of problems; like not remembering anything he was talking about before. She
reached up and stroked his cheek, and then he felt all the blood in his brain
drain down below his belt. Fucking hell.
"Miss Honey helped him, though, didn't she?"
Amarie said expectantly, more as a statement than a question.
"What? Yeah. Of course, she did," Zach said with
exasperation, looking down into Honey's face, and trying not to laugh at her stubbornly
set jaw. "Miss Honey never fucking heard of "stranger danger,"
or met a wreck of a person she couldn't care about. So, she takes this 'Cade'
in, feeds him, gets him washed up, takes him shopping at the Salvation Army,
and then takes his ass to the library to write up his fucking resume and apply
for jobs, for cryin' out loud," Zach said, putting another two dollars
into the jar before Logan could remind him. "When I got there, Cade was
there in her living room with his nuts showing under the towel, getting a
vacuum cleaner haircut, because he'd gotten a job interview with a moving
company."
"Yeah, but if she wasn't cheating, I don't see what she
did wrong," Fallon said, applying a scented mermaid tattoo to the back of
his hand. "Is this what mermaids smell like?" he wondered.
"Yeah, well, just as I was cooling down, this 'Cade'
starts in on me for letting Honey stay in that piece of crap apartment of hers
and taking in homeless guys. Even had the nerve to ask me what woulda happened
if he'd been some addict, or worse, if someone that got to thinking that she
was his girlfriend?" Zach said, folding his arms and looking down at
Honey, who looked quite unrepentant.
"What? So, Miss Honey can't be nice because they might
have problems or fall in love with her?" Amarie asked. "That's not
fair! You wouldn't even like her if she wasn't happy and nice all the time
because she was always worried about what would happen if the boys fall in
love!"
"Ugh. Love ruins everything. Maybe that's why these
Valentines are all so stupid, so nobody actually falls in love; Fallon said,
with an air of realization. "Yeah; and then girls can take the pencil from
the card and jab anybody that wants to kiss them, too."
"If the burden was placed on women to be preemptively
hostile to avoid rejecting unwanted affections, it might explain the decline of
romance in the modern era; and 'crap' is an excremental swear," Logan
added offhandedly, not looking up from his fourth Valentine message. Zach's
eyes grew wide, his jaw going slack as he looked at his oldest nephew with
unnerved awe and added another dollar to the jar without argument.
"They should really make these things with nunchucks;
Fallon added, looking down at his Valentines, "Nobody can kiss you if you
have nunchucks."
"The point is, even a freaked out homeless guy knew
that Miss Honey did something dangerous that nobody should ever do! You don't
just grab strangers off the street and take them into your homes because
there's a lot of crazies out there that will mess you up for no reason at
all!" Zach ranted at the kids.
A stomp from the corner made Zach turn back to where Honey
waved her hand insistently in the air, her sweater pulling up and exposing a
narrow bit of skin at her waist. The skin was pale and beautiful, like the rest
of her, except where there was a slight bruise where his fingers had gripped
her tightly as he pounded into her from behind in a haze of animalistic lust,
only a few hours ago. "Yes?" he asked hoarsely, a dew of sweat
breaking out over the back of his neck.
Honey cleared her throat, "Okay; say someone threatened
to kill you and then scared you to death for a whole year by following you
around; and then one day you wake up at their house all beaten up and they tell
you that they're going to keep you there and take care of you until you're
better. Should you give them a chance, or just phone an Uber and get the heck
out of there?" Honey asked, putting her hands on her hips. A peal of
laughter rose out of the corner where Terry was, and Zach stomped his foot,
ending it quickly.
"I don't know. That person sounds scary, Miss Honey;
Amarie said, her large eyes concerned.
"That's just insane. That's like that movie where this
crazy lady kidnapped this guy and makes him write books for her and then she
smashed his legs with a sledgehammer when;"
"Who the fuck is letting you watch 'Misery,'
Fallon?" Zach roared.
"YouTube," Fallon said, shrugging.
"Jesus Fucking Christ; Zach said, waving down Logan's
hand and stuffing more bills into the jar, then walked back to where Honey sat
with a smirk on her face. Glaring down at her, he crossed his massive arms, and
she crossed her legs again, squirming slightly on her stool. "Maggot, come
watch the kids," he barked as Terry collapsed on the floor with a relieved
sigh. "I wanna talk to you in the other room," he said, gripping
Honey by the back of her neck and steering her up the stairs as she tried to
control her giggles.
"But there isn't another room; it's all just one big
room. Even your bedroom is just a big shelf;" Honey began, until Zach
steered her into the bathroom and locked the door.
"Hey kids, what do you say we turn this into a dance
party!" Terry yelled, and loud music quickly started blasting outside the
bathroom door.
"Did they just fucking compare me to Annie Bates?"
Zach asked as Honey dropped to her knees, unzipped his jeans and took out his
painfully excited erection.
"Umm huh," Honey said, hungrily filling her mouth
with his hard cock, as his hand gripped the back of her head. Zach's breath
hitched as she began rubbing her tongue on the bottom of his mushroom head,
clutching his flexing thighs. Groaning, he thrust back and forth slowly,
watching his cock slide in and out of her wet lips.
"Just for that, you're swallowing my load this
time," Zach growled, gripping her hair tighter and thrusting deeper. Honey
just wrinkled her nose and relaxed her throat, letting him plunge and withdraw,
clenching his jaw, loving the noises he made as his excitement grew beyond his
control. With a strangled moan, he thrust deep and watched her eyes widen when
he swelled and throbbed down her throat, until he slowly pulled out and spilled
the last hot pulses on her tongue.
Honey's eyes glowed as she took him once more into her mouth
and slowly slid back, cleaning him with her tongue, until the head of his cock
slowly emerged from her wet lips and received a sweet kiss on the tip. He shook
his head in amazement and lifted her up in his arms, overwhelmed again at the
miracle of having her there with him, when there were so many ways that
everything that had happened between them could have gone wrong. Still
breathing raggedly, he bent down and kissed her, her eager and innocent passion
for him touching him more deeply than he cared to admit. How in the hell had he
managed to get this girl?
Zach lifted her up and set her bottom on the bathroom
countertop and stripped her sweater over her head, bending and going after her
neck first. He loved the way she shivered when she felt his lips and teeth drag
across the smooth skin, the way she completely lost herself to him. She was
already panting those soft sighs against the top of his head when he freed her
tits and took them in his mouth, and then he chuckled when she jumped at the
sensation of it. God, he hoped she never changed.
Diving in, he devoured her soft pale flesh, her rosy nipples
tightening under his busy tongue. He reached down, pushed her skirt up, and
moved the wet gusset of her panties aside. He laughed again, feeling the
abundant slippery nectar between his fingers, leaving no doubt that she wanted
him just as much as he did her. He wanted to taste her, to feel her hips rise
up under his mouth, begging him for more, but he knew Honey could never stay
quiet enough, even with Terry blasting a dance mix.
Lifting his head from her tits, he returned to her mouth,
her nose, her cheeks; God, he couldn't get enough of her. "Look at
me," he said in a rough whisper, smiling when Honey's eyes opened
obediently, seeking him through her haze of need. She bit her lips and whimpered
when his fingers found her clit. "Don't you come until I say," he
rasped, toggling her bud expertly. Honey moaned and wound her legs around him,
pulling him closer, her back arching in restrained pleasure.
"Umm; I can't do it; please; please; she begged, crying
softly in loss when he slowed his ministrations, "No; she whimpered.
"Don't you want to come on my cock, baby girl?" he
said, finding his mark and sliding home into her warm welcome. "Now,
come; he said, kissing her softly and pulling her hips to him as he thrust
deep.
"Ah;" Honey's cry was quickly contained by Zach's
hand covering her mouth, his other hand holding her steady as he thrust into
her and felt her shaking and squeezing around him as she came. If he hadn't
just released in her mouth, there was no way he could resist filling her full
of his cum again now. Instead, he just watched Honey's eyes roll back as she
clung to him, letting her orgasm take her away until it left her weak and
pliable in his arms.
He held her against him, slowly moving inside her, waiting
for her to recover. Always before, it had been a relentless push for the
intense frenzied moment, almost blind to whatever person he was with, but with
Honey that was all on its head. She was the experience, for him. Seeing her discover,
taste, and feel was everything he wanted. He didn't want to feel a surge
ripping through him if she wasn't there, too. It wasn't real; wasn't complete
if she wasn't there with him. Fuck; he was gone for this girl.
"There she is; he murmured when he saw her eyes clear
and smiling into his again. Relieved, he thrust faster, joining their bodies
together with more force, now that she was able to be present to it.
"There's my girl; he said, smiling and kissing her again.
"Zach; she said, smiling back at him for no reason
other than thinking he was something wonderful.
Looking at her, he started shaking his head, "God,
Honey; I don't know what I was thinking. I mean, it scared the fuck out of me;
thinking what could've happened to you; but Amarie's right. I couldn't stand it
if you were any other way," Zach rasped, lifting her off the counter just
to hold her closer to him. Honey wrapped her arms and legs around him, clinging
to him as he kissed her desperately, plunging into her again and again. "Promise
me; promise me you'll never change; he panted, lifting her and pressing her
against the wall as his need grew.
"Oh Zach; it's coming; uh; uh; uh; uh;" Honey's
squeals were again silenced, this time by Zach's lips. Thrusting with joyous
abandon, Zach filled her again and again, pushing into her body, his release
tearing through him, made complete only by her embrace, pouring into her his
need, his heart, his everything; because she was the only one he wanted to have
it.
A short while later, Zach and Honey slunk out of the
bathroom, carefully primped and looking like nothing at all had happened. They
needn't have bothered, though, because the children were transfixed with a
story Terry was telling, with his foot on the table and his pants leg pulled up
to show a small wound on his ankle.
"And I'm screaming bloody murder, of course, because
when something in the desert bites you, in your head it's always a rattlesnake,
right?" he asked, to the unanimous agreement of the three children.
"Well, then your Uncle Zach doesn't even miss a beat and he just picks me
up, throws me over his shoulder and continues on the race like nothing
happened!"
"Whoa! He's really strong! You're like 500 pounds or
something!" Fallon exclaimed.
"Why didn't he just call for help?" Logan asked,
frowning.
"No coverage. This race was the middle of nowhere; and
Zach figured I'd get the anti-venom faster if he brought me with him, not to
mention all the things that woulda crawled up to bite me all alone out there in
the desert. So, like a hero, your uncle carried me more than three miles
through the desert and dumped me down only after he'd crossed the finish
line," Terry said, nodding.
"And what's a 'bubblehead?'" Amarie asked.
"Well, you see, sweetheart, a 'bubblehead' is;"
"A bubblehead is someone who works on a submarine where
there's nowhere good to practice running for a race; and who give you no end of
shit when you fucking come in fourth place after them, carrying an idiot with a
fucking kangaroo rat bite on his goddamn ankle! Back on your face,
Maggot!" Zach roared, "Fallon, go sit on Uncle Terry's back, over
there," Zach said, pointing to the corner where Terry was getting back
into pushup position, and then he took out his wallet and dropped the entire
thing into the Language Arts Scholarship jar. "All right, kids, I'm gonna
tell you the story the right way, now;
Released from the naughty stool, Honey happily buzzed around
the apartment, making cupcakes with Amarie, giving pointers to Logan who had
decided to fold each of his Valentines into a different origami animal, and
bringing water to the profusely sweating Terry, over Zach's obscene objections.
At the end of the day, after the kids and Terry had gone
home, Honey and Zach had nearly fallen asleep on the sofa when a knock at the
door jerked them back awake. Zach seemed to expect it, though, and winked at
Honey before getting up and going to the door. "Where do you want
it?" the visitor's familiar voice asked, though their face was obscured by
a large cardboard box.
"Yeah, put them in the storage area, through there;
we'll go through it all later," Zach said, pointing out the way to a
uniformed Cade.
"Cade! You got the job! That's great!" Honey
squealed.
"Yeah, well it's just moving stuff around, but I can
make something of it," Cade called to her over his shoulder as he carried
the box to the area Zach had specified.
"And what is all this? Are you letting him stay with
you until he's got a place of his own?" Honey asked Zach, her eyes shining
as she wrapped her arms around him.
"Not exactly. Cade's staying at your place. Actually,
it's his place, now. This is your place. That's your stuff he's moving in
here," Zach explained.
"Wait, what? You're moving me out of my
apartment?" Honey asked, getting up and looking into the boxes Cade was
moving in.
"It's a shitty apartment. My foot went through the
floor," Zach said in disgust, walking over and enjoying the view as Honey
bent over and tried to pull something out of the bottom of one of the larger
boxes.
"That's because you stepped on one of the soft
spots!" Honey's voice said, muffled by the cardboard. "If you stayed
to the path I showed you, it wouldn't have; wait a minute, you just gave my
apartment to Cade? What am I going to tell my landlord?" Honey said, dropping
whatever it was she was trying to lift out of the box.
"I don't think the guy who owns your building's gonna
mind; Zach said, scratching his chin and looking around the room with a slight
smile.
"Of course, he's going to mind! He minds everything!
Unless it has to do with a toilet that looks like it's sinking through the
floor, he; wait a minute; Zach, did you just buy my apartment building?"
Honey asked, pulling her head out of the box and frowning at him.
"It was really cheap. Saved them the cost of condemning
it, really," Zach said with a shrug, taking her hand and pulling her
against him. "I'll have Terry and Cade fix it up, rent it out. Maybe find
some more guys that need a break; Cade's got some contacts at the homeless vets
place."
"What, so Cade's one of your guys now, too? Like Terry?
I was going to make Cade my Terry! You took my Terry?" Honey asked.
"Well, it's not like you knew what to with him,
anymore. I have Cade training with us for next year's race, too. I'll make him
carry Terry when he gets a hangnail or some other damn thing," Zach said.
"Took my apartment; actually my whole apartment
building; and you took my Terry. Didn't even ask. I can't believe this,"
Honey grumbled.
"Just so you know, one of these days, I'm gonna need
you to marry me and have some babies, too. Good ones, okay? None of those
'well, maybe they'll grow out of it' babies," Zach said.
Honey bit her lips like she was hiding a smile and crossed
her arms, "That's not how you ask someone to marry you; she said, trying
to sound more upset than she felt.
"I wasn't asking. Now, was I?" Zach said, lifting
her over his shoulder and giving her bottom a spank before carrying her back to
the living room.
"Do you remember that time I slapped you and called you
an 'overbearing ass?' This; Honey said, gesturing to their entire situation,
"This is what I was talking about."
"Hmm," Zach said, putting her down on her feet,
then stretching back on the sofa, making a space for her under his arm, as he
turned on the TV.
Honey huffed in disgust, but curled up against him anyway,
taking the remote and turning it to a movie she liked, just to make a point.
Zach only smiled, pulling her closer with his arm. "That apartment was
mine; she mumbled, the warm rise and fall of his chest and the steady beat of
his enormous heart already lulling her to sleep.
Zach smiled down at Honey, stroking a lock of hair away from
her face, grateful and relieved that she hadn't put up more of a fuss. Leaning
down, he kissed the top of her head, "Yeah, well; so am I. Happy
Valentine's."
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Elf on a Shelf: Part 3
It's hard to punish a girl as good as Honey, but he'll try.
Based on a post by LingeringAfterthought, in 3 parts. Listen to
the Podcast at Steamy
Stories.
In the second week of February, Honey Lane sat on a tall
stool in the corner next to Zach's kitchen counter, sulking as she watched him
walk slowly around the table at which sat a girl and two boys between the ages
of 7 and 10. The dour silence of the spacious industrial loft suggested more
that the children were completing a college entrance exam with a severe
proctor, rather than completing Valentines to be distributed in class the
following Monday.
Honey crossed her long legs and sighed again, earning a
piercing glare from Zach. She had been looking forward to helping Zach's niece
and nephews with their Valentines for a couple weeks, Until she received a call
from the Health Department, advising her to take precautions due to a Covid
outbreak in her dumpy apartment complex. and now she was only allowed to
observe the kids from five feet away. She crossed her arms and sighed again.
This was the worst punishment ever.
Zach continued circling the table, trying not to notice how
Honey's folded arms pushed her tits together, the neckline of her fuzzy sweater
dipping between them. Beneath the soft woven folds, the silken white skin of
her tits probably still bore the red marks of his passion, his teeth and lips
remembering the feel of her shuddering with pleasure under them only moments
before his sister dropped her kids off for the afternoon. Jesus Christ; she
just uncrossed and crossed her legs again, totally oblivious to the way she
flashed him an upskirt every goddamn time she did it. Unless she wasn't
oblivious to it; with Honey, it was hard to tell.
Zach could tell that Honey was just dying to hop down from
the stool, scamper over and huddle with Amarie, Fallon and Logan, as they wrote
their names on the stupid little perforated papers and stuck a pencil through
the pre-punched holes for a stupid commercial holiday that was supposed to
celebrate love. Honey would ask them questions about their classmates, help
them choose the right stupid Valentine message for the right classmate, put
stickers and shit on the cards, and generally sprinkle that fairy dust that she
seemed to bring to anything she did. She was a born nurturer and would make
this whole thing magical for the kids, but it couldn't be helped. Honey had
scared the shit out of him and she needed to learn a lesson. It would be hard,
but he just had to be strong. She would not be getting out of this. Not this
time.
"Done!" Fallon yelled, slamming his pencil down on
the table.
Logan looked up from where he was working on his third
personalized Valentine message, apparently trying to sign each of them in
rudimentary calligraphy, and frowned, "You just put 'F' on all of
them," he said in disgust, "It looks like you're giving them a bad
grade; he said, shaking his head and returning to his careful scrivening.
"I am. Everyone in my class is a jerk. What are these
things supposed to mean, anyway? All these cards sound stupid. Like you'd
really walk up to someone you like and say 'Let's swing!' I haven't asked a
girl to swing in years. I'm too old for swinging," Fallon griped, looking
at his Spiderman sticker cards.
A snort of suppressed laughter came out of the corner of the
room, followed by the sound of a body collapsing to the floor in a fit of
coughing. "Fourth Fucking Place! On Your Face, Maggot!" Zach roared.
In the corner, hidden among the gym equipment, Zach's friend and loyal wingman
Terry promptly scrambled up into pushup position again without a word.
"Thirty-two," the children said in unison,
prompting Zach to put another dollar into a large money-stuffed jar labeled
"Language Arts Scholarship" in the middle of the table.
Amarie sighed and looked longingly over at Honey, who smiled
ruefully and gave her a little wave from her stool. "Why is Miss Honey on
the naughty stool, Uncle Zach?" she asked.
"Cards," Zach ordered, walking over to block
Amarie's view of Honey with his massive body. Amarie resignedly turned back to
signing her pink and purple mermaid cards that came with scented tattoos.
Zach knew Amarie would be a problem. She adored Honey, and
there was very little that Amarie's big brown eyes and reddish curls couldn't
talk him into. She had a tender heart that couldn't believe anyone deserved to
be punished; especially not someone as soft and sweet as his Honey. Goddammit.
Honey leaned forward and pressed her cheek against the
tightly muscled wall of Zach's back, then reached her hand up under his t-shirt
and began gently scratching him. She could feel the warmth of his skin seep
through the tight cotton, and smiled as she snuggled into him, still grazing
her fingernails across the skin of his back. Zach's mind flashed back to this
morning when her nails were not so gentle as he pounded into her tight, wet
pussy, her nails digging deep, scoring his flesh in her ecstasy.
A noise of pleasure escaped him before Zach disguised it as
a barking cough, and quickly stepped away until he was a safer distance away
from the irresistible vixen sitting, most deservedly, on the naughty stool.
Shaking his head to clear it, Zach tucked his t-shirt back into his jeans and
folded his arms. "Miss Honey is on the naughty stool. I ll tell you why.
The other day when I got back from the race in California where I had to drag
Terry's ass across the finish line in Fourth Place Behind The Fucking
Bubbleheads," Zach ranted, before pausing to collect himself and
continuing. "I go over to get Miss Honey at her apartment and find her
giving a fucking haircut to a naked guy in her fucking living room!"
"You cheated, Miss Honey?" Fallon gasped in
disbelief, at the same time Logan called out "Thirty-six!"
Zach fished a five-dollar bill out of his wallet and put it
into the jar, taking a one out for change. A foot stomped on the floor and he
glanced up to see Honey with her hand raised in the air, outrage written on her
face. He raised his hand, blocking his view of her face and the heart-melting
effect it had on him, and looked away dismissively. "He was not naked!
Cade had a towel on!" Honey yelled in protest.
Zach strode over to her, took her chin in his hand, trying
to think of something harsh and authoritative to say, but got distracted by her
plump lower lip instead, remembering how it felt to suck it between his own and
have her open her mouth, hungry to accept his tongue. He could smell the faint
strawberry scent of her lip balm and closed his eyes, clenching his jaw in an
effort not to kiss her. "No talking on the naughty stool," he
murmured, his eyes dipping down to let his gaze rove over her soft tits,
loosely wrapped in her fuzzy sweater. Honey smirked and kissed his palm.
"Miss Honey would never cheat," Amarie said with
resolute confidence. Honey nodded in agreement and thanks to the young girl,
tossed her long hair over her shoulder and grinned up at Zach.
"Towel or no towel, I still saw Cade's nuts when she
was goin' after him with the Flowbee," Zach explained, turning from Honey
as Logan opened his mouth with a look of question, "And no, 'nuts' doesn't
count as a swear," Zach finished, pointing at Logan.
Zach resumed his rounds of the table, continuing his story.
"So, of course, I reacted like anybody else who saw another guy's nuts in
his girlfriend's living room, and she has the balls to tell me not to yell
because it's not good for Cade."
"I think 'nuts' should be fifty-cents; 'balls'
too," Logan said, thoughtfully. "They might not be swears, but they
are; indelicate."
Zach turned to Honey and silently mouthed the word
"indelicate?" to her, a discomfited look on his face. Honey bit her
lips, and another snort of laughter erupted from the corner where Terry was
still in starting push-up position. "Fourth Place, Maggot! You Got Nothing
To Laugh About Except The Size Of Your;" Zach roared, before pausing and
breathing deeply and continuing in a calmer voice. "Anyway. Turns out,
this guy Cade just got back from a tour and was dealing with some PTSD when he
saw another guy's balls in his living room, too, only his girl wasn't exactly
giving the other guy a haircut. So, after a bit of trouble, he was living on
the streets. No job. No money. Nothing. Then, a few days ago, Honey sees him
eating some of the food she left out for a stray cat," Zach said, his
voice constricting as his throat tightened. He turned away from the kids to hide
his face for a moment, only to meet Honey's deep blue eyes and a whole new set
of problems; like not remembering anything he was talking about before. She
reached up and stroked his cheek, and then he felt all the blood in his brain
drain down below his belt. Fucking hell.
"Miss Honey helped him, though, didn't she?"
Amarie said expectantly, more as a statement than a question.
"What? Yeah. Of course, she did," Zach said with
exasperation, looking down into Honey's face, and trying not to laugh at her stubbornly
set jaw. "Miss Honey never fucking heard of "stranger danger,"
or met a wreck of a person she couldn't care about. So, she takes this 'Cade'
in, feeds him, gets him washed up, takes him shopping at the Salvation Army,
and then takes his ass to the library to write up his fucking resume and apply
for jobs, for cryin' out loud," Zach said, putting another two dollars
into the jar before Logan could remind him. "When I got there, Cade was
there in her living room with his nuts showing under the towel, getting a
vacuum cleaner haircut, because he'd gotten a job interview with a moving
company."
"Yeah, but if she wasn't cheating, I don't see what she
did wrong," Fallon said, applying a scented mermaid tattoo to the back of
his hand. "Is this what mermaids smell like?" he wondered.
"Yeah, well, just as I was cooling down, this 'Cade'
starts in on me for letting Honey stay in that piece of crap apartment of hers
and taking in homeless guys. Even had the nerve to ask me what woulda happened
if he'd been some addict, or worse, if someone that got to thinking that she
was his girlfriend?" Zach said, folding his arms and looking down at
Honey, who looked quite unrepentant.
"What? So, Miss Honey can't be nice because they might
have problems or fall in love with her?" Amarie asked. "That's not
fair! You wouldn't even like her if she wasn't happy and nice all the time
because she was always worried about what would happen if the boys fall in
love!"
"Ugh. Love ruins everything. Maybe that's why these
Valentines are all so stupid, so nobody actually falls in love; Fallon said,
with an air of realization. "Yeah; and then girls can take the pencil from
the card and jab anybody that wants to kiss them, too."
"If the burden was placed on women to be preemptively
hostile to avoid rejecting unwanted affections, it might explain the decline of
romance in the modern era; and 'crap' is an excremental swear," Logan
added offhandedly, not looking up from his fourth Valentine message. Zach's
eyes grew wide, his jaw going slack as he looked at his oldest nephew with
unnerved awe and added another dollar to the jar without argument.
"They should really make these things with nunchucks;
Fallon added, looking down at his Valentines, "Nobody can kiss you if you
have nunchucks."
"The point is, even a freaked out homeless guy knew
that Miss Honey did something dangerous that nobody should ever do! You don't
just grab strangers off the street and take them into your homes because
there's a lot of crazies out there that will mess you up for no reason at
all!" Zach ranted at the kids.
A stomp from the corner made Zach turn back to where Honey
waved her hand insistently in the air, her sweater pulling up and exposing a
narrow bit of skin at her waist. The skin was pale and beautiful, like the rest
of her, except where there was a slight bruise where his fingers had gripped
her tightly as he pounded into her from behind in a haze of animalistic lust,
only a few hours ago. "Yes?" he asked hoarsely, a dew of sweat
breaking out over the back of his neck.
Honey cleared her throat, "Okay; say someone threatened
to kill you and then scared you to death for a whole year by following you
around; and then one day you wake up at their house all beaten up and they tell
you that they're going to keep you there and take care of you until you're
better. Should you give them a chance, or just phone an Uber and get the heck
out of there?" Honey asked, putting her hands on her hips. A peal of
laughter rose out of the corner where Terry was, and Zach stomped his foot,
ending it quickly.
"I don't know. That person sounds scary, Miss Honey;
Amarie said, her large eyes concerned.
"That's just insane. That's like that movie where this
crazy lady kidnapped this guy and makes him write books for her and then she
smashed his legs with a sledgehammer when;"
"Who the fuck is letting you watch 'Misery,'
Fallon?" Zach roared.
"YouTube," Fallon said, shrugging.
"Jesus Fucking Christ; Zach said, waving down Logan's
hand and stuffing more bills into the jar, then walked back to where Honey sat
with a smirk on her face. Glaring down at her, he crossed his massive arms, and
she crossed her legs again, squirming slightly on her stool. "Maggot, come
watch the kids," he barked as Terry collapsed on the floor with a relieved
sigh. "I wanna talk to you in the other room," he said, gripping
Honey by the back of her neck and steering her up the stairs as she tried to
control her giggles.
"But there isn't another room; it's all just one big
room. Even your bedroom is just a big shelf;" Honey began, until Zach
steered her into the bathroom and locked the door.
"Hey kids, what do you say we turn this into a dance
party!" Terry yelled, and loud music quickly started blasting outside the
bathroom door.
"Did they just fucking compare me to Annie Bates?"
Zach asked as Honey dropped to her knees, unzipped his jeans and took out his
painfully excited erection.
"Umm huh," Honey said, hungrily filling her mouth
with his hard cock, as his hand gripped the back of her head. Zach's breath
hitched as she began rubbing her tongue on the bottom of his mushroom head,
clutching his flexing thighs. Groaning, he thrust back and forth slowly,
watching his cock slide in and out of her wet lips.
"Just for that, you're swallowing my load this
time," Zach growled, gripping her hair tighter and thrusting deeper. Honey
just wrinkled her nose and relaxed her throat, letting him plunge and withdraw,
clenching his jaw, loving the noises he made as his excitement grew beyond his
control. With a strangled moan, he thrust deep and watched her eyes widen when
he swelled and throbbed down her throat, until he slowly pulled out and spilled
the last hot pulses on her tongue.
Honey's eyes glowed as she took him once more into her mouth
and slowly slid back, cleaning him with her tongue, until the head of his cock
slowly emerged from her wet lips and received a sweet kiss on the tip. He shook
his head in amazement and lifted her up in his arms, overwhelmed again at the
miracle of having her there with him, when there were so many ways that
everything that had happened between them could have gone wrong. Still
breathing raggedly, he bent down and kissed her, her eager and innocent passion
for him touching him more deeply than he cared to admit. How in the hell had he
managed to get this girl?
Zach lifted her up and set her bottom on the bathroom
countertop and stripped her sweater over her head, bending and going after her
neck first. He loved the way she shivered when she felt his lips and teeth drag
across the smooth skin, the way she completely lost herself to him. She was
already panting those soft sighs against the top of his head when he freed her
tits and took them in his mouth, and then he chuckled when she jumped at the
sensation of it. God, he hoped she never changed.
Diving in, he devoured her soft pale flesh, her rosy nipples
tightening under his busy tongue. He reached down, pushed her skirt up, and
moved the wet gusset of her panties aside. He laughed again, feeling the
abundant slippery nectar between his fingers, leaving no doubt that she wanted
him just as much as he did her. He wanted to taste her, to feel her hips rise
up under his mouth, begging him for more, but he knew Honey could never stay
quiet enough, even with Terry blasting a dance mix.
Lifting his head from her tits, he returned to her mouth,
her nose, her cheeks; God, he couldn't get enough of her. "Look at
me," he said in a rough whisper, smiling when Honey's eyes opened
obediently, seeking him through her haze of need. She bit her lips and whimpered
when his fingers found her clit. "Don't you come until I say," he
rasped, toggling her bud expertly. Honey moaned and wound her legs around him,
pulling him closer, her back arching in restrained pleasure.
"Umm; I can't do it; please; please; she begged, crying
softly in loss when he slowed his ministrations, "No; she whimpered.
"Don't you want to come on my cock, baby girl?" he
said, finding his mark and sliding home into her warm welcome. "Now,
come; he said, kissing her softly and pulling her hips to him as he thrust
deep.
"Ah;" Honey's cry was quickly contained by Zach's
hand covering her mouth, his other hand holding her steady as he thrust into
her and felt her shaking and squeezing around him as she came. If he hadn't
just released in her mouth, there was no way he could resist filling her full
of his cum again now. Instead, he just watched Honey's eyes roll back as she
clung to him, letting her orgasm take her away until it left her weak and
pliable in his arms.
He held her against him, slowly moving inside her, waiting
for her to recover. Always before, it had been a relentless push for the
intense frenzied moment, almost blind to whatever person he was with, but with
Honey that was all on its head. She was the experience, for him. Seeing her discover,
taste, and feel was everything he wanted. He didn't want to feel a surge
ripping through him if she wasn't there, too. It wasn't real; wasn't complete
if she wasn't there with him. Fuck; he was gone for this girl.
"There she is; he murmured when he saw her eyes clear
and smiling into his again. Relieved, he thrust faster, joining their bodies
together with more force, now that she was able to be present to it.
"There's my girl; he said, smiling and kissing her again.
"Zach; she said, smiling back at him for no reason
other than thinking he was something wonderful.
Looking at her, he started shaking his head, "God,
Honey; I don't know what I was thinking. I mean, it scared the fuck out of me;
thinking what could've happened to you; but Amarie's right. I couldn't stand it
if you were any other way," Zach rasped, lifting her off the counter just
to hold her closer to him. Honey wrapped her arms and legs around him, clinging
to him as he kissed her desperately, plunging into her again and again. "Promise
me; promise me you'll never change; he panted, lifting her and pressing her
against the wall as his need grew.
"Oh Zach; it's coming; uh; uh; uh; uh;" Honey's
squeals were again silenced, this time by Zach's lips. Thrusting with joyous
abandon, Zach filled her again and again, pushing into her body, his release
tearing through him, made complete only by her embrace, pouring into her his
need, his heart, his everything; because she was the only one he wanted to have
it.
A short while later, Zach and Honey slunk out of the
bathroom, carefully primped and looking like nothing at all had happened. They
needn't have bothered, though, because the children were transfixed with a
story Terry was telling, with his foot on the table and his pants leg pulled up
to show a small wound on his ankle.
"And I'm screaming bloody murder, of course, because
when something in the desert bites you, in your head it's always a rattlesnake,
right?" he asked, to the unanimous agreement of the three children.
"Well, then your Uncle Zach doesn't even miss a beat and he just picks me
up, throws me over his shoulder and continues on the race like nothing
happened!"
"Whoa! He's really strong! You're like 500 pounds or
something!" Fallon exclaimed.
"Why didn't he just call for help?" Logan asked,
frowning.
"No coverage. This race was the middle of nowhere; and
Zach figured I'd get the anti-venom faster if he brought me with him, not to
mention all the things that woulda crawled up to bite me all alone out there in
the desert. So, like a hero, your uncle carried me more than three miles
through the desert and dumped me down only after he'd crossed the finish
line," Terry said, nodding.
"And what's a 'bubblehead?'" Amarie asked.
"Well, you see, sweetheart, a 'bubblehead' is;"
"A bubblehead is someone who works on a submarine where
there's nowhere good to practice running for a race; and who give you no end of
shit when you fucking come in fourth place after them, carrying an idiot with a
fucking kangaroo rat bite on his goddamn ankle! Back on your face,
Maggot!" Zach roared, "Fallon, go sit on Uncle Terry's back, over
there," Zach said, pointing to the corner where Terry was getting back
into pushup position, and then he took out his wallet and dropped the entire
thing into the Language Arts Scholarship jar. "All right, kids, I'm gonna
tell you the story the right way, now;
Released from the naughty stool, Honey happily buzzed around
the apartment, making cupcakes with Amarie, giving pointers to Logan who had
decided to fold each of his Valentines into a different origami animal, and
bringing water to the profusely sweating Terry, over Zach's obscene objections.
At the end of the day, after the kids and Terry had gone
home, Honey and Zach had nearly fallen asleep on the sofa when a knock at the
door jerked them back awake. Zach seemed to expect it, though, and winked at
Honey before getting up and going to the door. "Where do you want
it?" the visitor's familiar voice asked, though their face was obscured by
a large cardboard box.
"Yeah, put them in the storage area, through there;
we'll go through it all later," Zach said, pointing out the way to a
uniformed Cade.
"Cade! You got the job! That's great!" Honey
squealed.
"Yeah, well it's just moving stuff around, but I can
make something of it," Cade called to her over his shoulder as he carried
the box to the area Zach had specified.
"And what is all this? Are you letting him stay with
you until he's got a place of his own?" Honey asked Zach, her eyes shining
as she wrapped her arms around him.
"Not exactly. Cade's staying at your place. Actually,
it's his place, now. This is your place. That's your stuff he's moving in
here," Zach explained.
"Wait, what? You're moving me out of my
apartment?" Honey asked, getting up and looking into the boxes Cade was
moving in.
"It's a shitty apartment. My foot went through the
floor," Zach said in disgust, walking over and enjoying the view as Honey
bent over and tried to pull something out of the bottom of one of the larger
boxes.
"That's because you stepped on one of the soft
spots!" Honey's voice said, muffled by the cardboard. "If you stayed
to the path I showed you, it wouldn't have; wait a minute, you just gave my
apartment to Cade? What am I going to tell my landlord?" Honey said, dropping
whatever it was she was trying to lift out of the box.
"I don't think the guy who owns your building's gonna
mind; Zach said, scratching his chin and looking around the room with a slight
smile.
"Of course, he's going to mind! He minds everything!
Unless it has to do with a toilet that looks like it's sinking through the
floor, he; wait a minute; Zach, did you just buy my apartment building?"
Honey asked, pulling her head out of the box and frowning at him.
"It was really cheap. Saved them the cost of condemning
it, really," Zach said with a shrug, taking her hand and pulling her
against him. "I'll have Terry and Cade fix it up, rent it out. Maybe find
some more guys that need a break; Cade's got some contacts at the homeless vets
place."
"What, so Cade's one of your guys now, too? Like Terry?
I was going to make Cade my Terry! You took my Terry?" Honey asked.
"Well, it's not like you knew what to with him,
anymore. I have Cade training with us for next year's race, too. I'll make him
carry Terry when he gets a hangnail or some other damn thing," Zach said.
"Took my apartment; actually my whole apartment
building; and you took my Terry. Didn't even ask. I can't believe this,"
Honey grumbled.
"Just so you know, one of these days, I'm gonna need
you to marry me and have some babies, too. Good ones, okay? None of those
'well, maybe they'll grow out of it' babies," Zach said.
Honey bit her lips like she was hiding a smile and crossed
her arms, "That's not how you ask someone to marry you; she said, trying
to sound more upset than she felt.
"I wasn't asking. Now, was I?" Zach said, lifting
her over his shoulder and giving her bottom a spank before carrying her back to
the living room.
"Do you remember that time I slapped you and called you
an 'overbearing ass?' This; Honey said, gesturing to their entire situation,
"This is what I was talking about."
"Hmm," Zach said, putting her down on her feet,
then stretching back on the sofa, making a space for her under his arm, as he
turned on the TV.
Honey huffed in disgust, but curled up against him anyway,
taking the remote and turning it to a movie she liked, just to make a point.
Zach only smiled, pulling her closer with his arm. "That apartment was
mine; she mumbled, the warm rise and fall of his chest and the steady beat of
his enormous heart already lulling her to sleep.
Zach smiled down at Honey, stroking a lock of hair away from
her face, grateful and relieved that she hadn't put up more of a fuss. Leaning
down, he kissed the top of her head, "Yeah, well; so am I. Happy
Valentine's."
Based on a post by Lingering Afterthought, in 3 parts, for
Literotica.
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