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  • End of the World: Part 6
    End of the World: Part 6.
    Exploring the desolate land.
    Based on a post by j
    miller. Listen to the ►Podcast at Explicit
    Novels.



    When

    I first stirred in the morning, I was still half asleep, but I could
    feel a hand moving around my cock. I already had a hard-on. It was
    that kind where it was so hard it kind of itched, you just ached to
    stick it in someone. Because of that I did not really pay attention
    to who was in bed with me. I was not awake enough to remember Elaine
    and Debbie being in my bed the night before. Somewhere in the
    recesses of my mind I must have thought I was with one of my sisters.
    Though if any thinking was taking place at all, it probably was being
    done with the other head.

    She was lying on her back

    next to me so I quickly turned over and moved between her legs. Her
    legs did not spread and lift apart like I expected so I used my knees
    to move them apart and then pushed them up into the air. I moved
    forward just a bit until I was positioned right at her entrance. Any
    movement at all would push me into her. Still holding my body above
    her on my hands and knees, I lowered my head and found her mouth and
    kissed her gently on the lips. At first she did not respond. I
    continued little kisses, moving from her mouth to around her ear, and
    then on her eyes, before returning to her mouth. She put her arms
    around my head and began returning the kisses. I took my tongue and
    ran it over her lips and then into her open mouth and found her
    tongue. For the first few seconds her tongue did not move, and then
    it began returning the fencing I was doing with her. In a few more
    seconds she began exploring my mouth with her tongue on her own.

    I was now in a spell of lust.

    I was not quite sure who I was with but I had to fuck them. I pushed
    forward with my hips and sank halfway into her. She sucked in her
    breath, threw her head back and arched her body up to mine. She felt
    so hot and tight around me I thrust again so I was completely buried
    in her. Just as I was about to lower my weight on her and fuck her
    with earnest, she cried out, “Oh Daddy!"

    In that split second the

    entire previous night came back to me, Elaine and Debbie. I’m
    with Debbie. Where is Elaine? Who cares? I pulled back, almost until
    I came out of her and then pushed back into her. She was so small
    that I kept most of my weight on my knees and arms, but I did lower
    myself so that I was pushing her down into the bed. She was new to
    this and I did not want to scare her so I restrained myself from just
    pounding into her like I had intended. I began long, slow strokes
    into her.

    And I was rewarded when she

    said, “Oh yes Daddy. That feels so good slow like that."

    So for what seemed like the

    next hour, I continued going slow, every now and then speeding up
    when I needed to, and then returning to the slow, long strokes that
    she liked. Each time I bottomed out in her I could feel her head
    bounce up in the bed. Finally I could not last any longer. I changed
    to short strokes, barely pulling out an inch before plunging back
    into her. When I began exploding in her like a roman candle I held
    myself tight against her with a sharp push against her as each stream
    left me to fill her.

    When I was finally finished I

    could feel her hands caressing my back and the back of my head. I put
    my hands under her back and then rolled over, pulling her with me so
    that she ended up on top of me, careful to keep myself inside of her.

    I finally noticed that we

    were alone. “Where’s Elaine?"

    She gave a little laugh,

    “Wasn’t I enough for you?"

    “You are more than

    enough for me. I just wondered what happened to her."

    “She had milking chores

    this morning. She said not to tire you out too much, that she would
    be back later."

    “Well I don’t

    think you followed directions very well. You tired me out pretty
    well."

    Debbie gave another little

    laugh, “Well that is her problem, or maybe yours. I got mine. I
    hate to say it but I had better get up too. I am supposed to help the
    aunties and grandma with breakfast this week."

    She started to move to get

    off of me. I took my last opportunity to grab her ass and push myself
    deep in her one last time. I was just hard enough so that I could
    appreciate it.

    “Daddy, if you do that

    again I will just have to stay here in bed with you."

    “No, you better get up

    before your grandma comes looking for you."

    She got off of me and started

    to move to the side of the bed. I admired her trim ass and took a
    little slap at it. She giggled and then scooted off to the bathroom.
    The light came on and she partially shut the door.

    Then I remembered something

    else from the night before, straws. “What happens now?"

    She stuck her head out, “What

    do you mean?"

    I turned to her, “The

    straws. Is someone else going to show up in my bed tonight?"

    She smiled, “No. We get

    you for the whole week. Then they will have a new drawing with the
    remaining girls and someone else gets you next week, and so on, until
    everyone has had a turn."

    “You and Elaine will be

    here for the whole week”, I must have looked a bit startled to
    her.

    “Don’t worry

    Daddy. We’ll take good care of you." When she came out of
    the bathroom I saw she had put some shorts and a t-shirt on. It was
    getting pretty cool now. I wondered when they had brought their
    clothes to my bedroom. It must have been yesterday before I went to
    bed. She came over and kissed me. It was certainly a different kiss
    than I had ever received from her before. Not a child’s kiss on
    the cheek this, but a lingering kiss with promises involved, on the
    lips. And with a sway of the hips she was gone.

    As it turned out I was saved

    that morning from having to repeat the performance with Elaine. When
    she returned to the house after milking the cows she was nabbed by
    her grandmother and enlisted into helping prepare breakfast. Meals
    were a real project now with so many people in our family. And I
    needed the rest. Elaine and Debbie were like Miley and Janelle. They
    could exhaust you. It was great, but demanding.

    Over the next several months

    all the girls eventually passed through my bedroom. My early fears
    that my sisters would beat the shit out of me never materialized. In
    fact they supported it. In part because they were getting older and
    were more than willing to pass on the major portion of the burden of
    childbearing to the next generation. It also got the girls off their
    backs asking about sex.

    The time was almost eased by

    finding out two of the girls were more interested in sleeping with
    each other than with me. It ended up not being eased because several
    other girls passed their fourteenth birthday during this period. It
    was like there was a never ending line stretching out in front of me.

    The two girls had been

    fighting against their feelings and did not really face them until
    the first of them was in bed with me. We had sex and afterwards she
    began crying and it all came out. I had her sister come in and we all
    talked about it. They both wanted to have a child, but did not really
    want to be tied to a man. They spent the week with me, just long
    enough for them both to get pregnant, and then they happily went back
    to their bedroom. It was an interesting week, the three of us in bed
    but the two of them spending more time with each other than with me.
    They were with me just long enough for the daily injection and then
    they spent the rest of the time with each other. I got quite a few
    ideas being the bystander though.



    Another

    development during this time was the boys began maturing. They
    started chasing the girls, not to punch them or tease them, but with
    all the erections running around they finally had the right idea.

    It was a welcome change for

    me. As much as I liked sex with all the girls, every morning and
    every night with so many could wear you down. The boys coming of age
    was going to spread things out and keep the sex special, not let it
    become just routine.

    Over the next few years we

    had a second explosion of children that made the first one, fifteen
    years ago, pale in comparison. Our family was increasing by about
    fifteen children a year. All the younger girls were involved but some
    of my sisters were still having the occasional child also.

    I was sitting with my seven

    sisters, I included Sharon, Janelle and Miley as sisters, and mom
    talking about this, deciding what we should do to accommodate the
    numbers, when seven year-old Cindy ran into the kitchen shouting,
    “There is something wrong with Karen."
    Spring was just
    about over. Today was the first really warm day and everyone was
    taking advantage of it. It was a lazy afternoon and the kids were all
    out playing somewhere. Last summer we had created a ball diamond in
    one of the small meadows near the house and quite a few of the
    children were over there. Swimming was a favorite pastime, and on a
    warm day like today, and at least half of the children could be found
    there.

    Eight of us were sitting on

    the porch, drinking lemonade. The group included my mom and all my
    sisters, I thought of Sharon, Janelle and Miley as sisters, it seemed
    like they had always been with us at this point. We were trying to
    decide what to do about our growing numbers. We had stretched our
    land past its reasonable limits. This was a conversation we had put
    off many times before. Tough choices were going to come out of it and
    none of us were really ready to face them yet.

    Mom had long supported the

    idea of our moving some families to other farms and ranches around
    us. “I don’t see why we cannot just use the farms that
    are already around us."

    I did not think it would work

    for us, “Mom, I understand. You don’t want the family to
    spread out, but we have to. We are right below the snow line. This is
    marginal farmland. It is hard to grow food here or for feed for our
    livestock."

    Megan supported mom, “We

    have been fine so far. Look how much we have grown and we feed
    everyone."

    I nodded. “You are

    right. We have grown. But we are going to have huge growth in the
    next couple of years. We have thirty girls of childbearing age now,
    not counting you." Several of the women opened their mouths to
    protest but I raised my hand to stop them. “I know you all have
    really slowed down, or stopped, but accidents happen." Several
    of the women smiled and pointed a finger at me. “Yes, I know.
    I’m the cause of the accidents, but I do get some help."
    Then I continued, “That thirty is going to grow by several
    every year. So unless you are going to institute an abstinence
    program we are going to be up to our armpits in babies soon."

    Mom had been slowly rocking,

    looking at the floor, now she spoke up, “That is one genie that
    is not going back in the bottle." That got everyone laughing.

    I had more to my argument but

    before I could continue one of the children, seven year-old Cindy,
    came up and tugged on my arm. “Daddy, do you know where Karen
    is?"
    Karen was ten, or was she eleven? It is hard to keep up.
    “She said she would help me fix my doll." Cindy held up a
    doll in one hand and its head and an arm in the other.

    Susan, her mother asked, “She

    might be swimming or playing baseball, have you looked there?"

    “Yes mommy. She’s

    not there."

    “Well, what about the

    clubhouse?" I asked. We had built a small one-room playhouse for
    the kids in a meadow about a quarter mile away. There was a bed in
    there for them to take the occasional nap though I suspected the
    older kids used it for other purposes. It was far enough from the
    house that the kids could play away from the adults but close enough
    for us to check on them. There was a small spring in the middle of
    the meadow that had the coldest, sweetest water year around.

    Cindy nodded her head and ran

    off to check.

    I did not want to lose any

    headway I had made so I jumped right back in, “Regarding moving
    to other farms, we are already using some of those farms now. So
    simply moving there does not add anything for us other than spreading
    us out; though that does help us with sanitation. But even if we
    spread a bit farther we are still working with marginal land." I
    pointed west, “But just thirty or forty miles west of us is
    great farmland. I have read about it in our books. It is some of the
    finest farmland in the world. It is just what we need. We will be
    able to grow things almost year around." I looked at each of
    them in turn, “If we move some of the family there we will not
    have any of the issues with land that we have here. Then as we grow
    we will already be on land that will support us."

    As I looked around at my

    sisters, several of them were nodding their heads in agreement. Even
    mom seemed to be coming around. She said, “I guess I just do
    not want any of my babies to move away from me."

    Just as she was about to say

    something else Cindy came running up to me again, “There is
    something wrong with Karen."

    Susan, who was sitting next

    to me pulled Cindy up on her lap and asked, “What is it?"

    “I don’t know.

    She’s crying and bleeding."

    I stood up, “Cindy, do

    you know what happened to her?"

    “No, she would not talk

    to me."

    I turned to Megan, “Megan,

    would you get a first-aid kit and follow me over?" I started
    jogging over. Several of my sisters also followed behind me. I hoped
    it would not be too serious. Our small cemetery had grown over the
    years.

    When I reached the meadow the

    clubhouse was about thirty feet in front of me. I did not see anyone
    around the outside but I could hear some faint crying. She must be
    inside. What could she have cut herself on? I walked through the door
    and saw Karen laying on her side, naked, her knees pulled up to her
    chest, on a bed in the far corner. From here I could see some blood
    on her face. It looked like it had dripped down from her chin onto
    her chest.

    I went over to her, “Karen

    honey, are you okay?" I reached out to touch her but she shrank
    away from me. Then her eyes focused on me and she reached up and put
    her arms around me neck and cried a bit harder. As I held her I heard
    Susan and Megan come in. When I turned to look, Sharon also came in
    and they all walked over and stood behind me.

    Karen’s crying

    gradually died away so I tried again, “What happened? How did
    you cut yourself?" I could see blood but could not see where it
    was coming from.

    Megan had moved beside us and

    was looking at Karen. “Dan, she did not cut herself. Look."
    Megan turned Karen’s face towards me and I could see she had a
    badly cut lip.
    I could also see the imprint of an open hand on
    the side of her face. Like someone had slapped her hard. Megan then
    moved Karen’s legs apart “Look at all the bruising around
    her vagina. Someone tried to rape her. She is only eleven."

    “Tried?"

    “Yes, it does not look

    like he was successful."

    That is impossible I thought.

    We have not seen anyone else here in years. Who could have done this?
    “Karen, who did this to you?"

    Karen shook her head and then

    moved away from me to Megan and let her hold her.

    I reached out to her, “Honey,

    please talk to Daddy. Who did this? What happened?"

    “I can’t Daddy.

    He’ll hurt me again. He said not to say anything or he would
    get me and do it again."

    “Honey, you need to

    tell me who did this. Was it a stranger?" That seemed hardly
    likely though. It was starting to break through to me that it was not
    a stranger. We had not seen anyone since Sharon and her girls had
    arrived years ago. When Karen shook her head I asked, “Then it
    had to be one of your brothers, which one did this?" Even as I
    asked I was getting a suspicion of whom it had to be, the only
    brother that could possibly do this. But how could he do this to his
    sister?

    Karen shook her head

    carefully, it must be really hurting her, and buried her face between
    Megan’s tits. The warm weather had caused most of us to discard
    our clothing. Even though we had ample clothing now, a result of our
    frequent trips to the nearby town, we had gone nude for so many years
    that it seemed more natural to us than to go clothed.

    Megan lifted Karen’s

    chin gently, “Karen, you need to tell us. We’ll protect
    you. We won’t let anyone hurt you."

    But she was still not

    convinced, “He said if I told he would get me when I’m
    sleeping."

    I reached out and touched her

    head, “Karen, you can sleep with mommy or with me. We will not
    let anything happen to you. Please tell us what happened? Did he find
    you here?"

    Karen’s head turned

    slightly towards me, she seemed calmer now. “I was going
    swimming but he said he had something he wanted to show me here."

    Sharon moved up next to us

    with a wet rag in her hand. I had not even noticed that she had left
    the room. Megan mouthed a ‘thank you’ and took it and
    began gently cleaning up Karen’s face and chest. While she was
    doing this she asked, “Then what happened?"

    “When we got here he

    told me to go and sit on the bed. After I sat down I asked him what
    he wanted to show me. I thought maybe he was going to give me a
    kitten. I saw him playing with one earlier this morning. He said to
    close my eyes and keep them closed. After I close

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  • End of the World: Part 5
    End of the World: Part 5.
    Visitors decide about staying.
    Based on a post by j
    miller. Listen to the ►Podcast at Explicit
    Novels.



    When

    we returned to the ranch the kids tore through the boxes of clothing.
    It was like Christmas for them. Sharon had packed the boxes with an
    eye towards winter so there were a lot of coats and jackets. Sharon
    took the musical instruments and began sharing them with the children
    who were interested. Megan, the one responsible for teaching the
    children, took the books and began making plans for classes for the
    children. I opened a big box on the bottom and was trying to figure
    out what a maxi-pad was, and why panties need liners, when Sharon
    took it from me saying that was just for the girls. So I left and got
    busy putting the tools I had brought back away in the barn.

    It took a while to tell

    everyone what the town had been like. We tried but it was impossible
    to relate just how it felt being there. There were so many houses and
    buildings with no people around. It felt as if there were ghosts just
    sitting around watching you, not interfering.

    After about a month

    everything pretty much returned to normal. Fall had arrived and we
    even had our first snow of the season. It was an early storm and the
    snow did not last but the kids had fun playing in it. The new clothes
    came in handy. Another month went by and the big news was that
    Sharon, Janelle and Miley were all pregnant. Mom was right; it felt
    like they had always been part of our family. It did look a bit
    peculiar to everyone when all three of them delivered within 36
    hours.

    Over the next ten years we

    made many trips back to the city, sometimes several in the same year.
    Sharon was able to find supplies that repaired our solar panels and
    even added some new ones. We found all the materials that we needed
    to add wind-power to our grid. We now have lights on anytime we want,
    plus the kids can watch movies again and listen to music. We also
    brought back appliances, additional refrigerators and freezers. The
    girls even had hair dryers.

    As the kids got older some of

    them joined us on the trips. With their help we were able to round up
    some livestock to bring back. We stopped at several farms along the
    way and found a couple more wagons.

    We have quite a family now.

    Over the last ten years we had to build several new houses to hold
    everyone. There are over eighty children now. Even though there were
    different mothers, because I was the only father the kids all called
    each other brother and sister. Sometimes it was confusing figuring
    out whether they were really a brother or sister or just being called
    that. But I guess in the final analysis it really did not matter.

    The sun was just starting to

    rise when Megan woke. I'll let her talk for a while about the next
    events in our brave new world.

    I

    turned over to look at Dan. It was hard to believe the thirty-year
    old man sleeping next to me was the little brother I used to tease so
    much. He was sleeping on his back so I thought it would be pretty
    easy to wake him. I reached over and ran my fingers up and down his
    cock. He certainly is not the “little” brother any more.
    Last night we went to bed and just fell asleep without any
    lovemaking. Maybe that is why I feel so horny this morning. When my
    light stroking did not wake him, at least not the big guy, the little
    guy was responding, I grabbed him with a firmer grip and began to
    move him around like a gearshift. It’s time to get into a
    higher gear Danny-boy.

    Dan

    finally stirred. “What are you doing? It’s too early to
    get up."

    I waved

    his cock around to show him just how wrong he was, “I think you
    are wrong there, you’re already up."

    He

    reached over, grabbed me, and pulled me over on top of him. Once I
    was settled in on him, I rose up on my hands and let a nipple brush
    against his nose and then down into his waiting mouth. His tongue was
    giving me a real tingling between my legs. My pussy needed something
    to grab on to. I rocked back just a bit and my pussy found the
    perfect thing to grab onto. I had planned on teasing him a bit,
    sliding down on him slowly but it felt so good I pushed back until he
    was buried deep inside me.

    His

    mouth could not reach my nipple any longer so he put his hands on the
    front of my shoulders and lifted me up so I sitting upright on him.
    If he went in me any deeper he would be popping out my mouth. I
    closed my eyes and began rocking back and forth on him. It was a
    perfect motion with direct pressure on my clitoris. It usually only
    took a few minutes for me to cum this way. But something was missing.
    I stopped rocking and reached down and brought his hands up to my
    tits. That’s better. As I returned to my rocking he began
    rubbing my tits. He gave both of them a big squeeze, and as I was
    about to reward him with my own squeeze he let out a yell. “Hey,
    stop that."

    I

    opened my eyes and looked around. I was sure he was talking to
    someone that had come in. When I did not see anyone I looked back at
    him and then had to laugh. His face was wet and I realized what had
    happened. I was still breast-feeding. He had given them a good
    squeeze and they had responded like they are supposed to. With a big
    smile I told him, “If you don’t want milk, don’t
    milk me."

    He held

    me up with one hand while he wiped his face with the other. “You
    squirted me." He closed his eyes and put his hands on my hips
    and began pushing me back and forth on him. His tongue came out and
    licked a drop off his lip. “You don’t have chocolate in
    the other one do you?"

    “You

    wish. I haven’t had chocolate since we were kids. You’ll
    have to try Janelle or Sharon. Maybe they have some."

    He

    laughed, “I already asked. They both said no. Janelle asked
    what chocolate milk was."

    I

    rocked back on him. “Besides, this is pay-back. You have been
    squirting me for years." I had to add, “Don’t
    complain. I get milky white stuff if I squeeze you too much also."
    I would have added more but the rocking was getting to me. I was
    finally ready to reward him with that squeeze when I heard one of the
    kids crying in the playground we have between the wings of the house.
    Just ignore it. Someone would come out and take care of him soon. But
    as the crying continued it was hard to ignore. The kids were my
    responsibility. Everyone had a major job in the family. The kids were
    mine. Maybe if I rock faster I can get this orgasm taken care of and
    then I can run out and see what the problem is.

    If

    anything the crying was getting louder. It sounded like he was really
    hurt. Just one more minute, please. But it was not going to happen.
    The crying was too much of a distraction. “Dan, I have to go
    see what is wrong."

    As I

    rose to get off of him he lifted his hips trying to keep his cock
    inside of me. Once I was off of him his cock remained pointed in the
    air. “Don’t worry about me Megan; this will probably go
    down in an hour or so. There should not be any lasting medical
    problem."

    I gave

    his cock a playful slap and it waved back and forth. “You poor
    baby, I’ll be back if I can."

    I got

    up and put a t-shirt on and then went out the door and started down
    the hall. Just before I reached the end of the hall Mary, my oldest
    daughter, turned the corner and walked up to me. She was one of the
    reasons I had put on the t-shirt. It was not fair to be a mother in
    her thirties with a daughter that looked like her and who walked
    around naked. She had grown up to be a gorgeous young lady. Of course
    my tits used to stick out like that before I had nine kids.

    “Mom,

    I need help. I don’t know what to do."

    I had

    no idea what she was talking about, “What do you mean?"

    “My

    fifteenth birthday was months ago. Grandma and you said that when I
    turned fourteen I would be ready for sex. Now I’m fifteen and
    still no sex. I’m ready but my oldest brother is thirteen and
    he is not the least bit interested."

    She was

    right. Jason showed no interest in girls yet. Hopefully all that
    meant was that he was a late bloomer. “You know girls mature
    earlier than boys. Have you tried anything with him?"

    “Yes,

    but he just pokes my boobs with a finger, giggles, and then runs off
    to play with his brothers."

    “Well

    he is still a bit young. You might have to wait a couple of years for
    him or one of your other brothers to mature."

    “But

    it’s not fair. I’m old enough now, past old enough. I
    should not have to wait for them."

    Just

    then the child outside began wailing again. “Look, I have to go
    out and see what is wrong out there. Why don’t you go talk with
    your father? He is still in the bedroom. Maybe he knows something
    that can help you. I’ve got to run." As I walked off I
    hoped Dan had pulled the covers up. That flagpole might scare a young
    girl. But then she has walked in on us a few times. It won’t be
    something she has not seen before.

    As mom

    walked away, I thought what good could dad do? But then again, maybe
    if he knows what the problem is, there is something he could say to
    Jason to help. I walked on down and opened his bedroom door. I was
    surprised to see daddy lying in bed with an obvious erection sticking
    up in the air. Then I remembered mom just left. They must have been
    interrupted, poor dad.

    As I

    walked up to the bed I noticed dad’s eyes were closed. I had
    never seen his whole cock this big before. I had walked in on him a
    couple of times while he was having sex with mom or one of my aunties
    but it was always inside of them and I could not see the whole thing.
    When he walked around it just kind of dangled. Now it looked really
    big and the end was kind of purple. I could see veins running up the
    sides. I was getting a tingle between my legs and my nipples were
    kind of itching just looking at it. I pushed my thighs together to
    try and satisfy the tingling; it helped but did nothing to satisfy
    it.

    I

    leaned a bit against the bed to get a closer look. I was about to say
    something when he spoke first. “Oh good, you are back."
    Huh? I looked down and saw his eyes were still closed, he did not
    know it was me. He thought mom had come back. He put his hand out
    like he wanted mine so I put my hand in his. He gave me a little tug
    to get me to climb in bed. I opened my mouth to tell him I’m
    not mom but hesitated and took another look at his cock. Then I
    remembered what mom had said, “Your dad can help you get
    pregnant." Well, it was not exactly those words but I’m
    sure that is what she meant.

    Dad

    started to reach out with his other hand to help guide me on top of
    him. I patted his hands away with mine and crawled across the bed on
    my knees until I was right next to him. I took one last look at his
    cock before lifting my leg to move over him so that I could straddle
    him. That is so big. I wondered how it would fit. My vagina did not
    seem anywhere near that big. But then, babies come out so that should
    be able to get in.

    I

    reached down and grabbed his cock and put it right against the
    entrance. I let go and put my hands on his chest. I took a deep
    breath and then sat down just a bit so that it spread my lips and
    just barely went inside of me. It is too big. I could feel it
    stretching me. But it felt really good. Daddy reached up with his
    hands and cupped my tits. He gave them a good squeeze and I felt his
    hips rise up, pushing his cock a couple more inches in me. I let out
    a gasp and daddy opened his eyes. He quickly pulled his hands away
    from my tits and I fell forward until I got my hands on his chest,
    “Mary, what do you think you are doing?”

    “I’m

    doing what mom said to do." Even as I was talking I was slowly
    letting myself sink lower on daddy.

    “What

    are you talking about? Your mother would certainly not tell you to
    come in and fuck, uh, get in bed with your father."

    “Yes

    she did." And I proceeded to tell him what I had told mom. That
    I’m fifteen now, I’m ready and no one was ready for me so
    mom had told me that daddy could help me get pregnant. I talked
    really fast trying to get everything out and the amazing thing was
    that he did not push me off of him.

    “I

    don’t think your mother said that."

    “Yes

    she did. You can ask her later." I put a bit of a pout on my
    face and went in from a different angle. “You just don’t
    think I’m pretty enough to have sex with. My tits are not big
    like the others." As I was talking I sat down on daddy a bit
    more. It did not feel quite as tight now. But the tingle was getting
    much worse. It was like an itch that you had to scratch. I wanted to
    move around on daddy to scratch it.

    “Honey,

    that is not it at all. You are very pretty, and your tits; .”
    Daddy’s voice trailed off.

    “See

    I’m right. I don’t have nice tits. You think they are
    tiny."

    That’s

    not true. You have very nice tits. I just don’t think I’m
    supposed to be doing this with you."

    “Why

    not? You do it with grandma, mom and all my aunties and they are your
    sisters?" By this point I was sitting flush on dad. He was
    buried in me. Every so often I would feel his cock twitch in me.
    Whenever it happened I would squeeze my thighs against him. “And
    besides, mom said you could help me get pregnant so that means you
    are supposed to do it with me too."

    “Honey,

    I don’t think I’m; Oh please don’t do that."
    When he had started talking I had pushed down and forward with my
    pelvis. If anything it pushed him even deeper in me and at the same
    time put pressure on that special spot. That tingle had spread from
    my pussy to my stomach. “I’m sorry daddy. It just feels
    so good." I began slowly rocking back and forth on him. I could
    feel daddy pushing his hips up against me, lifting me in the air. I
    began moving faster on him.

    Daddy

    had shut his eyes again, “Well, if your mother said I should
    help."

    “Daddy,

    would you touch my tits again." Daddy reached up and ran his
    fingers over and around both of my nipples. It was like they were on
    fire. Daddy let go of my hips and reached up to my shoulders and
    pulled me down towards him. I thought he wanted me to lie on him but
    as I got closer he raised his head up and took one of my nipples in
    his mouth and sucked on it. He moved his head back with my nipple
    still in his mouth, stretching it before letting go. It popped back
    to me, making my tit bounce. He then repeated it with the other
    nipple.

    I had

    stopped rocking on him while he was doing this. The feeling in my
    tits and between my legs was so intense. Daddy reached down to my
    hips and began pulling me forward and pushing me back, over and over.
    He was grinding that spot on me against him. Doing it to your self
    was nothing like this. That felt good but this was fantastic. Now I
    knew what I was missing. I needed something to grab onto when I had
    an orgasm. Then it hit me and I grabbed onto it. I could feel my
    thighs tightening against daddy, trying to squeeze him. I knew I was
    letting out this cry but I could not stop. It just felt too good.
    Daddy began pounding me. I could feel his cock slam into me, pull
    back, almost out of me and slam back again. He changed to shorter
    strokes, not pulling out so far, and was going faster and faster.
    After about thirty seconds daddy groaned, rammed into me hard and
    began jerking his hips against me. At first I did not know what he
    was doing. It was so different from before. Then I realized daddy is
    cumming in me. When he finished I lay down on him and put my head on
    his shoulder. He hugged me tight to him.

    We lay

    there, covered with sweat, slowly catching our breath. Daddy was
    rubbing his hands up and down my back. It felt so nice. I could also
    feel him slowly getting soft in me and slipping out a bit. “Daddy,
    did you put your sperm in me?" Breathing hard he just nodded his
    head. “Daddy, am I pregnant now?"

    “I

    don’t know honey. Sometimes once is enough. Sometimes it takes
    several times."

    I lay

    there thinking about that for a few minutes. “Well, just in
    case once does not do it, I think we should do it one more time."

    Dad

    gave a little laugh, “Mary, your dad is getting old. I don’t
    think he’s ready for another. You really tired me out. I may
    not be getting out of bed for a while."

    “Good,

    because I don’t want you to get out of bed yet." Now daddy
    did not always close his bedroom door so I had learned a few things.
    A couple of times I saw one of my aunties go in the bedroom right
    after another had left. I had heard daddy utter these same words
    about being not ready and I saw what they did to him to change his
    mind.

    I got

    up off of him and swung around. His cock was lying off to one side,
    limp. I lift

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    It

    was long after dinner when I left the barn for the house. In the dark
    I thought I saw someone outside by the bunkhouse but it was hard to
    see. Thinking it might be John, I decided to go over and just say
    hello. Maybe that can be the first step to our being at least civil.

    As I approached the building

    I could see there was no one outside. There were lights on inside but
    curtains covered the windows so I could not see anyone. I was just
    turning to leave when I heard a sharp sound from inside followed by a
    cry. It sounded like a hand slapping skin. I turned back around and
    stepped closer to the window. It was open because of the heat and I
    could hear low voices coming through it.

    “I told you to stay

    away him." It was John and I could hear the anger in his voice.
    He must have seen Miley enter or leave the barn this afternoon. “I
    just wanted to talk to him." It was Miley. “No, Please."
    I heard the slapping again followed by Miley beginning to cry. “If
    you just wanted to talk then why were you naked?" I did not hear
    Miley reply. She finally choked out “We all go around like that
    now. I didn’t do it for him."

    I heard a noise some distance

    behind me. When I turned around I saw Sharon and Janelle walking
    towards me. It was dark and I was far enough away that I did not
    think they saw me. I stepped behind a tree and waited for them to
    pass me and go inside.

    When the door closed I

    started to walk away. I stopped when I heard Sharon exclaim, “Why
    did you hit this girl?" There were some low sounds that I could
    not make out then Sharon spoke up again, “Don’t raise
    your hand to me. You hit me again and I’ll never sleep with you
    again. And you’ll never get to sleep with these girls either."

    When I got to the house I

    kept what I had heard that night to myself. I said goodnight to the
    kids that were still up and then went into my bedroom. When I opened
    the door I could see someone in my bed. As I got closer I saw it was
    Terri. She had fallen asleep waiting for me. It was a bit of a
    surprise. She had not slept with me since John attacked her. I
    thought perhaps she was now put off by men, me included. I was also
    afraid she had found out about the diversion I had fallen for and
    blamed me. When I got in bed she turned over and put her arms around
    me. With a very sleepy voice she said, “I’ve missed you.
    It’s time for me to get pregnant but I’m tired. Do you
    mind if we wait until morning?"

    I was relieved. She was not

    mad at me. “No, it’s fine. I’m just glad to have
    you here." She quickly fell back asleep. With her head on my
    shoulder, I followed her a few minutes later.

    The next morning she kept her

    promise. We made love very slowly. It started with us laying on our
    sides with her back to me. When I entered her she reached down and
    pushed me deeper into her with the flat of her hand. Once I was
    buried in her she gently grabbed my balls and pulled them towards her
    with each stroke. I had my arms around her and was caressing her from
    her tits down into her pubic hair. While I was lightly running my
    fingers in her hair she reached up, took my hand and moved it lower.
    With her fingers on top of mine she pushed my fingers against her
    clitoris. It was plain that she did not want me to move my fingers.
    She wanted to move my fingers for me. As my fingers were moved around
    I could also feel my shaft against them, slowly sliding in and out of
    her. As the feeling was building up in me I wanted to speed up but I
    held back. I knew she needed this. The slow easy lovemaking was
    helping her.

    A while later she turned over

    and then pulled at me to get on top of her. “I think you are
    ready now. I know I am. Give me a good fucking. I want to remember
    only you ever being on top of me."

    As I lifted up to get on top

    of her she pulled her feet up the bed towards her ass, bending her
    knees. She then spread her knees out until they were almost flat on
    the bed. I was still in a bit of a tender mood so I was moving
    slowly. I was finally on top of her but I had not entered her yet. My
    cock was right at the entrance. I could feel her pelvis straining to
    get down to me. With frustration in her voice she asked, “Did
    you not understand me? I said I wanted a good fucking. Now fuck me."

    I needed no further words of

    encouragement. I pushed forward and ran into her right up to the
    hilt. She gave a loud gasp. “That’s what I need. That
    feels so good. Not only did he make me mad, he has a little cock."

    I began thrusting faster in

    and out of her. She had both arms around me and was pulling me down
    tight against her on the bed. Each time I reached bottom she let out
    a gasp. I could feel her head move up on the bed as each stoke hit
    her. After another stroke I heard her say “Harder."

    I almost laughed. “I

    can’t get any harder."

    “I know. I’m the

    one down here. I meant fuck me harder."

    I picked up speed slamming

    hard into her. She had hooked her legs around my waist so she was
    tight against me as I pushed her down into the bed. The springs were
    really earning their pay. “Yes. That’s it Danny. More.
    More. Right; ; there." She arched her body hard against mine and
    she dug her nails into my back. And then her pussy clamped down on
    me. That was all I could take. I pushed as deep as I could in her,
    and I did not so much release the sperm in her as it just all shot
    out of me into her. It was like one long continuous ejaculation.

    We were both spent and just

    laid there trying to catch our breath. Finally she smiled and pushed
    at me. “Hey you need to get off of me. Remember I’m the
    little kid sister. You are squashing me."

    I let my weight sag down a

    bit. I was not above rising to the bait with my little sister. Even
    if I was on top of her with my cock still buried in her. But I was
    really happy to see that her sense of humor had returned.

    “Hey, you are squashing

    me, I can’t breathe."

    But being the nice big

    brother I am, I lifted my weight off of her and then rolled over to
    the side. She followed me and put one leg up on mine and an arm
    across my chest. “That was very nice. I would let you do it to
    me again if I thought we would survive."


    Over

    the next few weeks, as summer was coming to an end, my bedroom became
    a case of musical chairs with Terri, Megan and Susan. They were all
    trying to get pregnant quickly so that they could deliver before
    summer began again. They had all learned that the heat of summer was
    not a great time to be walking around with a swollen belly. Mom and
    Shelly had delivered just a few months ago and wanted a break. I did
    not mind at all. Just the three women kept me busy day and night. I
    also learned to check the bed before I got in. On a couple of
    different occasions I found either Janelle or Miley, naked in my bed,
    waiting for me. It took some real willpower to send them off. It is
    not easy to pull the covers back on your bed, find a beautiful naked,
    extremely willing, young girl, and then send her away.

    The weather had just started

    to turn cooler when mom approached me and said I needed to get a few
    hunting trips in. I had not given it much thought during the summer.
    The arrival of our new people, and all the work we had this summer
    had completely occupied my mind. Mom suggested I take John. She said
    they could use the meat when they left and it would get him away for
    a while. That would allow Janelle, Miley and Sharon to relax with the
    rest of our family before they had to leave.

    I told her I would ask, but I

    didn’t know if he would take me up on it. We were not exactly
    hunting buddies. Since I was not so keen on the idea I did not search
    him out for a few days. When I finally explained mom’s idea to
    him, leaving out the part about the girls relaxing without him, he
    surprised me by saying “That’s a great idea. And she is
    right. We could use the meat when we leave. When do you want to go?"

    I was not ready for that

    question. I had so firmly believed he would not be interested I had
    not given it any thought. “Well, I will have several trips this
    fall so it should be pretty soon."

    “How about we leave

    tomorrow?"

    I did not really have any

    reason not to so I said, “Okay. I travel light. Change of
    clothes, sometimes we have bad weather this time of year. A pup tent.
    Food for a couple of days. We will leave around 5AM tomorrow. It will
    take us almost all day to get where I hunt. I use a bow by the way."

    He gave me a funny look.

    “I’ve never used a bow so I’ll just take my rifle.
    I’m pretty good with it. I’ll see you by the barn in the
    morning." He left, walking towards the bunkhouse.

    In the morning, as I began to

    get out of bed, Terri rolled over and gave me a hug. “Are you
    sure you don’t want me to shoot him now? It could save you a
    lot of trouble."

    I hugged her back. “No,

    if he needs shooting I’ll do it for you."

    She turned back over and with

    a very sleepy voice said, “Don’t take all my fun away."
    I kissed her on the forehead and she was already back asleep.

    It was going to be cold in

    the mountains so I dressed appropriately. When I left I found John
    sitting by the barn waiting for me. It looked like he had everything
    he needed in a backpack. As I walked up I said, “It looks like
    you’re ready. Lets’ hit the trail."

    Little was said as we walked.

    Daylight found us miles from home. As we walked around one ridge I
    pointed out a couple of roads John’s family would take on their
    way to the San Joaquin Valley. It was where he said they would be
    going come spring.

    It was evening when we

    finally arrived where I usually camped. We made some dinner, put up
    our tents and I immediately went to sleep. The next morning I found
    John already up. “While you were sleeping this morning I saw a
    large herd of deer move across that side of the mountain over there
    and then go over the top. There were several really good sized deer
    in it. Now you are probably better with that bow than I am with this
    rifle,” though the look on his face said otherwise, “but
    since some of this meat is for us I would like to be responsible for
    getting a couple of the deer."

    It sounded reasonable to me.

    Any man would want to be responsible for providing for his family.
    “How do you want to do it?"

    “Well I’ve been

    thinking about that for the last hour, waiting for you to wake."
    He pointed over to where the deer had moved through. “It has
    not been very long. I bet they are on the other side of that ridge
    feeding. There is a technique that has worked really well for me in
    Virginia. There is a deer trail over there." He pointed behind
    me. “I want you to follow it. I think it will take you right
    around to the other side of this mountain.
    While you are doing
    that I’m going to move over to where the deer moved up. I’ll
    be positioned about fifty yards below that ridge. It should take you
    about an hour to get there. When you do, just start walking up the
    mountain making noise. The deer will hear you and flush out in front
    of you. When they break over the top I’ll pick a couple of good
    ones and drop them."

    I could not find any fault

    with his plan. It seemed very reasonable. I picked up my bow and
    quiver and took a step towards the deer trail. “Do you need
    those?" I stopped and turned. He was pointing at my bow.

    “Yes. You never know

    what you’ll meet here. I lost my dad years ago to a bear. Plus,
    I might get a chance for something after you get yours. If they cross
    back over the ridge I might drop something." He nodded and I
    turned and began following the trail.

    It was a rough trail in parts

    but he was right, it seemed to be working its way horizontally around
    the mountain. If it stayed this way I should end up right where he
    wanted me. It took me almost exactly an hour to reach a point that I
    thought was equal to where he would be waiting on the other side. I
    began walking up, not trying to be quiet. I was not deliberately
    making noise but I knew I was being loud enough to flush any deer. It
    was very rough going on this side except for one part that flattened
    out. There was even a pretty deep stream that ran down the mountain.
    I was lucky I did not have to cross it to get where I wanted. The
    stream had steep sides and there was one waterfall drop that I could
    see where it fell onto rocks below. It looked rough but it was
    pretty.

    As I continued making my way

    up I hoped I was moving the deer up. I had not seen anything or heard
    anything but this side was pretty heavily wooded. With my luck they
    probably moved sideways around the mountain instead of going back
    over the top. I had reached a point about sixty yards from the top
    when I stopped and leaned against a tree for a breather. The steep
    climb had really tired me out. I was just getting ready to push off
    and resume my climb when suddenly the tree I was leaning against
    exploded next to my face. My face was peppered with bark as I fell
    backwards on the ground. Just a moment later the sound of the rifle
    shot rolled down to me. Damn. He’s not a hunter. He shoots at
    any movement. What is he doing on this side? Did I take too long
    climbing up?

    I was trying to blink pieces

    of bark out of my eyes when I heard his voice, “Dan? Are you
    okay? Where are you?"

    Laying on my back I called

    out to him, “You dumb shit! That was not a deer. You almost hit
    me." I was almost able to see again. I began rolling over so I
    could get up.

    His voice seemed closer now

    as he called out to me, “Are you okay? I thought I saw a deer.
    I didn’t hit you did I? Stand up so I can see you?"

    I stood up and looked up the

    hill to see where he was. “No, you did not hit me. I’m
    okay. I just got hit with some bark." I knew he was not too far
    away by the sound of his voice earlier, but I could not see him
    walking down towards me. As I scanned above me I saw something flash
    to one side. I looked closer and I spotted John standing against a
    tree. Then I saw what flashed. He had the rifle up pointed at me. It
    was the sun reflecting off the scope that I saw. I jumped towards the
    tree and actually heard the shot pass right next to my cheek. As the
    sound of the shot came to me I was moving from tree to tree working
    my way back downhill. I took a chance after about twenty five yards
    and looked back to see him working his way downhill after me. When he
    saw me stop and look back he quickly raised the rifle but I moved
    into some dense trees so he did not have a clear shot.

    A couple of times the trees

    thinned out and he took a quick shot at me. I heard the shell hit
    trees but I was lucky so far. He must have lost me a couple of times
    as he would call out to me to try and get me to reveal where I was.
    The last time he was really close to me. “Dan, you might as
    well come out. I’ll get you eventually. If you come out now and
    don’t make me work too hard I’ll make it easy on you. One
    shot. You won’t even feel it. You make me run you down this
    mountain and it will just make me mad. Don’t be like Frank. He
    made me work. I was not very nice to him in the end. I’ll put a
    couple in your legs and arms. Then I’ll gut shoot you and just
    leave you here. You might even meet that bear that got your father."

    Who the hell is Frank? Then I

    remembered Terri’s story. John had gone hunting with Sharon’s
    husband and he did not return.

    Very quietly I began moving

    down again. From the sound I knew I was near the stream. Maybe it
    would give me a way out. When I reached it I saw that it would be no
    help. The chasm was too wide to jump across and the sides were too
    steep to get down. Then an idea came to me. I took the quiver off my
    belt. I took most the arrows out and spread them around on the ground
    like they had fallen. I kept five of the arrows and dropped the
    quiver on the ground. Looking up and down the stream I picked the
    high side as having the best field of view. I walked up slowly making
    sure I was not leaving tracks. I found a spot between two trees that
    shielded me pretty well but still left me with a good view of where I
    had dropped the arrows.

    When I heard the first twig

    break I took a step back between the trees, notched an arrow and
    pulled the string back to my cheek. I knew I would have to hold it
    until he showed himself. I could not risk him seeing any movement.
    After a minute there was no sign of him. My arms were beginning to
    burn. He must have gone another way and is not coming here at all.
    Just as I was about to lower the bow John stepped out from behind a
    tree. How long had he been standing there? He walked over to the side
    of the stream and looked down. He stepped back, picked up a couple of
    arrows and then tossed them over the side down into the water. “Well
    Dan, you should have listened to me. I told you I would have given
    you an easier way out. A fall down into those rocks couldn’t
    have been much fun." And then he laughed.

    I was not totally sure I

    could do it until he laughed. I took careful aim. It was a level
    shot, no wind and I had his side towards me. It was a tight shot but
    I was pretty good. He had stepped back from the edge and was now
    pissing on a tree. The arrow took him through the neck and buried
    itself deep in the tree. I notched another arrow and stepped out from
    the trees. He must have heard me because he was trying to turn his
    head to see me. However the arrow through his neck would not let him.
    I let another go and it took him deep in the side. He sagged with
    that hit, the arrow through his neck broke and he fell into a sitting
    position against the tree.

    When I got up to him his eyes

    followed me but he was unable to talk. I was fine with that. There
    was nothing he had to say that I was interested in. His eyes began to
    sink down. “John. John, look at me." His eyes rose slowly
    back up to mine. “I just wanted you to know something before
    you die. The first arrow was for me. The second was for Terri. And I
    have to tell you. She is going to be pretty mad at me when I get back
    home and she finds out

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    End of the World: Part 3.
    A Pioneer life.
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    Just

    as we finished eating the first drops began to fall. Terri took our
    sleeping bags into the tent while I gathered our gear. It was not a
    big tent so we were going to be packed. Usually I was alone and the
    gear could stay outside. When I crawled in I was surprised to see how
    the sleeping bags set out. Each was fully open, one on the top of the
    other. I caught Terri’s eye with a questioning look on my face.
    She just gave me that “Well think it through stupid”,
    look. “We don’t have enough room in here with all our
    stuff to lay out two sleeping bags. We will fit in better this way.
    Besides I’m cold. It will be warmer sleeping next to you."

    Well, she was right about

    that. But I was uncomfortable. For the last six months or so I had
    been sleeping with three different women and having sex with them day
    and night. I had not really paid much attention to Terri in that
    time. She was my little sister but she was developing into a
    beautiful girl. She was still a bit on the small side compared to her
    sisters. She was only around 5’ 4” and could not have
    weighed over 100 lbs. But those 100 lbs had been put in all the best
    places. Her tits were best described as “perky." She was
    going to be fourteen in another month. That meant it was her turn
    after Susan.

    Just thinking about this was

    starting to get me hard. I was still on my hands and knees on top of
    the sleeping bag. I looked over at Terri. She was sitting
    cross-legged on the edge of the bag. She started pulling her t-shirt
    over her head but was having some difficulty with it because the top
    of the tent was so low. I took the opportunity provided by her
    t-shirt difficulties to take a good look at my littlest sister. I was
    wrong, her tits weren’t just perky, they were perfect. I looked
    farther down and saw that I could see the lips of her pussy. I’m
    so hard. I have to stop this. As I lifted my eyes back to her tits I
    realized that she had her t-shirt off now and was looking at me. She
    caught me. I could feel the heat building in my face. I mumbled
    something about it being time to go to sleep, pulled the top bag up
    so I could get in, and quickly turned over away from her.

    She did not say anything. In

    a minute or so I felt the bag move as she got in. She moved up behind
    me and put an arm around me. Her hand ended up on my stomach. I was
    afraid she might move it an inch or so and bump into my erection. I
    took her hand in one of mine and moved it up a bit and held it.

    We laid there for a minute

    before she finally spoke, “Danny? Am I ugly?"

    “No Terri, what ever

    gave you that idea? You are really pretty."

    “You looked at me and

    then just turned away with a funny look on your face. I thought maybe
    I was ugly."

    “No, like I said, you

    are really pretty."

    She was quite for a while.

    “It is still early and I am not sleepy. Can we talk for a
    while?"
    I nodded my head but stayed where I was. I still had
    a massive hard-on and did not want to turn over. “Could you
    turn around so I can talk to you?"

    Oh, great. Maybe she won’t

    notice. I turned over on my back. I glanced down and saw the bag
    sticking up.

    “What is sex like? I

    have talked to Megan and Shelly but they say I’m too young and
    to go away. But I’m almost fourteen and in a few months we will
    be sleeping together and I don’t know much. I don’t want
    to be bad at it."

    I was speechless. She was

    talking about sleeping with me as if it was playing tag. No
    embarrassment, no nervousness. I’m the nervous one.

    She pulled the bag down and

    scooted up a bit. Her left tit was now lying right on my arm. “My
    tits are too small. I wish I had bigger ones like Shelly and Megan.
    You probably will not even want to have sex with me because I’m
    too little."

    Dead if I do and dead if I

    don’t. “You are not too small. You are a perfect size.
    Bigger is not better. It is just bigger. Your tits are perfect for
    you."

    She had a disbelieving look

    on her face, “You are just saying that. You have to because I’m
    your sister. You would not even want to touch mine because they are
    so small."

    Before I could even think

    about the consequences I reached out to her, “See that is not
    true." I cupped her tit in my hand. Her skin felt so smooth. I
    could feel her nipple get hard in the middle of my palm. I moved my
    hand caressing her tit.

    She rose up a bit so the

    other appeared. “What about the other one? Isn’t it too
    small?"
    I reached to it and gave it the same attention. I
    knew I had to stop but just couldn’t. If I got any harder I was
    going to break through the bag.

    Earlier when I turned over on

    my back my right arm was along my side. When Terri moved closer to me
    I had left it there. When she rose for me to touch her tits she had
    moved her body so that her mound was pushed against the back of my
    hand. As she pushed it slightly against me I could not help myself
    and pushed back gently against her.
    I don’t know if she even
    realized she was grinding it against my hand ever so slowly.

    She pulled the bag covering

    me down to my waist and traced a finger around my nipples. When I did
    not say anything she said, “That does not do the same thing for
    you that it does to me?"

    “No. I guess guy’s

    nipples are not as sensitive as girls."

    Her fingers moved down to my

    belly button. She looked lower and saw the bag sticking up. “Am
    I doing that to you?" Without waiting for me to say anything she
    grabbed the bag and pulled it off me. The sudden movement of the bag
    made my cock wave around.
    She laughed and grabbed it to make it
    stop. “I have not seen it this big in a long time."

    I felt like that time I had a

    cold and a high temperature and I could not think right. My head was
    all foggy. She had a hold of my cock and I just wanted to turn over
    and fuck her. But what would mom say? This is not what she planned.
    Here I was with a beautiful girl who wanted to know more about sex
    and had a vise grip on my cock. I did the only thing I could think
    of, I closed my eyes and let out a long groan.

    Then I wondered, “What

    do you mean, ‘this big in a long time’?"

    “I saw you and mommy

    one time. That time before you went on a hunting trip and she talked
    to us while you were gone. I went to your bedroom to ask mom a
    question. I guess you did not hear me knock. When I opened the door
    mommy had her mouth on your penis and was sucking it. Does that feel
    good?" Without even waiting for me to answer she continued,
    “What am I saying, of course it feels good. I saw the look on
    your face. It seems like a funny thing to do but I know you liked
    it."

    Then with no warning at all

    she leaned over and put my cock in her mouth. I almost levitated off
    the bed. She must have watched mom pretty closely. She began to move
    her head up and down sucking on my cock with slurping sounds. I was
    finally able to get out, “Like a lollipop."

    She pulled my cock out of her

    mouth, “Huh?"

    “Remember the tootsie

    rolls we used to have?"

    “Oh yeah." She

    closed her mouth back over my cock and I could feel her tongue begin
    to swirl around the head. I turned my hand around and found I could
    now reach between her legs. I started moving my hand up and down the
    inside of her thigh. I moved down near her knee and then slowly back
    up until the top of my thumb was pushed against her pussy. I rubbed
    in small circles and then went down the other thigh. I kept repeating
    this until her pussy was very wet. I positioned my hand so that part
    of it was pushed against her clitoris and then slid one finger in her
    pussy. I began rubbing my hand against her clitoris while moving the
    finger around in small circles in her pussy. It was so small and
    tight I briefly wondered if I would even fit. She pulled my cock out
    of her mouth and laid her head down on my stomach. “That feels
    so good. It’s much better when someone else does it."

    She started to put my cock

    back in her mouth but I put my hand out to stop her. “Any more
    and I’ll be squirting all over the place."

    She immediately jumped up and

    lay on top of me. “That would be a waste. The only place you
    are going to squirt is in me."

    “I don’t think

    that would be such a good idea." But I made no effort at all to
    move her away. She was holding herself up on her arms above me and
    her tits were right in front of my face. Her sisters must have told
    her a bit more because she lowered herself just enough that one of
    her nipples brushed against my lips, back and forth. Then she moved
    farther to the side so that the other nipple took its place. I parted
    my lips and her nipple slipped between them. I ran my tongue around
    and over it and then sucked more of her tit into my mouth. “Oh
    Danny, that feels so good."

    She rocked back on me and her

    pelvic bone slid right over the top of my cock. I reached up to
    caress her tits. When my hands touched her she leaned into my hands
    letting me hold her up. She lifted up off me a bit, reached down for
    my cock, positioned it where she wanted it and then began moving back
    until the swollen head was pushed against her pussy. We were both so
    wet that the head slid right in but that is where it stopped. It was
    so tight in her. It felt tight when I put a finger in her and this
    was no finger. “Danny, what do I do? I want you in me so bad
    but it is so big. I don’t know if it will fit. You fucked
    everyone else, why doesn’t it fit in me?" She sounded just
    a bit scared but very determined.

    I was no longer thinking

    about anything but how to bury myself deeper in her. “Just go
    very slow and let your body get used to it. You will gradually
    stretch and I will fit."

    I pulled back just an inch

    and then pushed back in. After doing this several times I felt like I
    was sliding in just a bit further. Terri was hugging me so tight and
    really breathing hard. “Yes Danny. That feels much better.
    Don’t stop." Now every time I pushed into her she was
    pushing back. After a few strokes she began pushing harder. I stopped
    my thrusting and she continued. Looking down I could see her sliding
    up and down on my shaft. After a few minutes of this I was only
    halfway into her. She began moaning while dropping harder on me,
    driving me deeper into her. Finally I could no longer see my cock.
    When I was completely buried in her she stopped moving. “What
    do I do now? Do I keep moving up and down?"

    “Do what feels good.

    You can keep moving up and down or you could do this." I pushed
    her up higher so she was sitting on me and I could move my hands. I
    reached down to her hips and rocked them back and forth. “Or
    you might like this." Holding her hips, I then moved her in a
    circling motion on me, letting her grind her pelvis against mine. I
    reached up to cup her tits again with the intention of rubbing her
    nipples, but she leaned forward again, resting her weight on my
    hands.

    She closed her eyes, let her

    arms dangle down and began experimenting with the three methods I had
    shown her. She first began bouncing up and down again really fast.
    She was so tight on me it was like I was jerking off. I was ready to
    cum now. After a while she stopped and began grinding her pelvis in a
    circle against mine. Her breath became a bit ragged. When she finally
    began thrusting back and forth against me really hard I knew she was
    getting close. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was hanging open and
    she had this dreamy look on her face. Finally she reached the
    breaking point, “Danny, it’s too tight."

    I had no idea what she meant

    by that but I began to make my own sharp, hard thrusts into her. I
    had been holding back as long as I could. When her pussy began
    clenching me I finally let go, shooting long streams of cum into her.
    As the intensity of the orgasm slowly passed for both of us we
    continued very slowly pushing at each other. I was deep in her and
    wanted to stay that way for a while. Just the sensation of sliding
    back and forth in her felt so good. She had collapsed on me earlier
    and as I pushed very slowly up into her she would respond by pushing
    back to meet me. Every few strokes she would let out an “um.”

    When we finally stopped

    moving and had caught our breath, we just laid there. I could hear a
    heavy rain falling outside. I wondered when that had started. The
    last sound I remember was just a few drops falling on the tent. The
    wind was also really picking up. It was a good thing we had staked
    the tent down really well. I had been unconsciously rubbing my hands
    on Terri’s back and I finally noticed her making kind of a
    purring sound. “You like that?"

    “Yes, don’t

    stop." She turned her head and kissed me on the neck and then
    laid her head back on my chest. “That was so much better than I
    expected. Thank you."

    I was curious. “What

    did you expect?"

    “I don’t know.

    The girls said I would like it but how do you know. I’ve seen
    our animals do it but the male just jumps on the female and then it
    is over. It never looks like either of them really enjoys it."
    She stopped for a minute and then added, “Will I be pregnant
    now?"

    “Well first, I’m

    glad you enjoyed it. Second, I don’t know. Sometimes I guess it
    takes just once, sometimes more. From what mom said I think it also
    has a lot to do with when your period is."

    Terri turned her head again

    and nuzzled my neck. “If it takes more than once, maybe we
    should do it again."

    I would have loved to but I

    was beat, literally, “Your brother is getting old. I need my
    rest. We have a lot of work tomorrow. You should be going to sleep
    also."

    “Okay, but I bet you

    will be rested in the morning."

    “We’ll see."

    But I was sure I would be.

    Terri, slid off me, turned on

    her side, pulled my arm out so she could us it as a pillow and moved
    back against me. “Put your arm around me. I’m getting
    cold." I did as I was told and we both quickly fell asleep.

    When we woke the next morning

    Terri won her bet, I was completely rested. Though as it turned out,
    I was pretty exhausted by the time we had breakfast. The hunt went
    really well. Terri spotted and shot two very nice sized deer within
    just hours of our starting. Mom should have no worries about her
    shooting skill or her willingness.

    The next morning as we lay

    naked against each other, I was thinking about our reception at home.
    Mom was going to be upset and Shelly would probably be hurt. It was
    supposed to be her time and her I am out in the woods fucking Terri
    instead of her.

    Terri did not seem concerned

    at all. “Don’t worry about mom. I know what to say to
    her. When you see Shelly, tell her that you love her, pick her up and
    carry her off to the bedroom and show her."

    When we got home that night

    everything turned out exactly as Terri had predicted. As soon as I
    saw Shelly, I picked her up, told her I loved her and missed her and
    took her to our bedroom to prove it.

    Later that night I went into

    the kitchen to get something to eat. I found Terri and mom there
    talking in candle light. "Why the candles?"

    Mom looked up, "I was

    just telling Terri. While the two of you were gone we had a storm."

    "We had a good taste of

    it out there. Some really good wind and a lot of rain. It got really
    cold."

    "We did not see a lot of

    rain but the wind blew a branch into our solar panels. Several of
    them are damaged. We have enough power for the refrigerator but too
    much of anything else drains the batteries too fast. Movies are going
    to be a luxury now."

    "Can we repair them?"

    "We have the manuals but

    I don't think we have the skills or the technical knowledge to do
    much."

    Everyone was quiet for a

    while and I dug into a sandwich.

    Terri broke the silence,

    “Mom, I’m pregnant."

    I choked on my food.

    Mom’s face clouded

    over. She looked at me and I was thankful the guns were all locked
    away. But I was also puzzled, why is she so upset when we would be
    sleeping together in just a few months anyway?

    “What makes you think

    you are pregnant? When did; Where; Why; ” She was having a
    problem finishing her sentence. She stopped for a moment, collected
    her thoughts and then calmly asked, “I'm sorry. To me you are
    still my baby. When did this happen?"

    Terri, equally calm, replied,

    “On our hunting trip."

    “You have only been

    gone a couple of days. What makes you think you are pregnant? Having
    sex one time does not always get you pregnant?"

    “I just know I’m

    pregnant." And with a big smile she added, "And it wasn't
    just once. It is just a feeling I have. I know I'm pregnant. And
    before you say anything, I know it was not my turn yet. But I have
    been thinking about that. I don’t think we should have these
    long, three month turns. If we do that a couple of us will be
    pregnant every year during the summer. That is right when we are
    needed most for work. Plus it means we are pregnant during the heat
    of the summer. Of course I’ve never been pregnant before, but
    looking at you, that does not seem like a great idea."

    Mom just looked back at

    Terri. I could see she was impressed with what Ter

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    As I

    got up, all my girls looked around at each other. I could see that
    Megan was trying hard to sway Shelly to her point of view. I pored my
    6th cup of coffee and went into the front room. Once I was finished I
    returned to the kitchen. I looked around at the girls waiting for
    someone to say something. “Ready for a vote?" Everyone but
    Megan nodded their head. “In favor?" Terri, Susan and
    Shelly slowly raised their hands. After several seconds Megan raised
    her hand a few inches.

    “Okay.

    Here is what we; ”

    Megan

    interrupted me, “Does Danny know this? Have you already talked
    to him?"

    “No.

    I have not talked to him yet."

    “What

    if he does not want to, you know, do it with us?"

    “I

    don’t think that will be a problem. He is your brother, but
    he’s also a guy. They don’t always think with the big
    head."

    “Okay.

    Here is what we are going to do: We are almost finished with the
    repairs on one of the bedrooms. As soon as that is finished Danny
    will move into it. Starting with Megan, one of you will move in with
    him and stay with him for three months. That should be enough time to
    get pregnant. After three months you can move back to your own
    bedroom and the next sister gets to move in for her turn."

    Terri

    raised her hand.

    I

    smiled when I saw that, “Terri, just speak up. You don’t
    have to raise your hand."

    She

    lowered her hand sheepishly, “Why three months? That seems like
    an awfully long time for each of us."

    “Well,

    contrary to some of the books you have read here and some of the
    movies we have, girls do not always get pregnant the first time they
    have sex. Sometimes it takes a long time. The three months will give
    us time to be sure. It will also space things out. We do not want to
    have everybody pregnant at the same time. We have a lot of work to do
    around here and now we will have even more. We will need to add on to
    the house so we will have room for the babies. Our lives will be
    changing quite a bit in the next few years."

    Megan

    had been looking at the floor for the last few minutes. While the
    other girls seemed agreeable I was sure she still had reservations.
    “Do any of you have any questions?"

    Terri,

    Susan and Shelly all shook their heads. Terri leaned over and
    whispered to Susan and Susan’s face blushed.

    I

    looked back to Megan, “Megan? Do you have any questions?"

    With

    the sound of protest still in her voice she began, “I
    understand what you are saying, but I don’t see why the oldest
    has to go first. I don’t want to be the first to get pregnant."

    Okay,

    here’s the moment. I said, “Megan, you aren’t the
    oldest”, then I hesitated. I was having trouble finding the
    words to tell them that I had slept with their brother and was
    already pregnant. Well not exactly slept. That was my problem.

    Megan

    interrupted me before I could go on, “Yes I am. Only you are
    older than I am."

    I

    nodded, “That’s my point. You will not be the first."
    Then I just blurted it out, “I am already pregnant."

    I

    thought everyone’s jaw was going to hit the floor. They all
    began talking at once. “When?" “How?" I could
    see Susan was mad.

    I held

    up my hand to get them to quiet down so I could explain. “It
    was an accident when it happened. We were in the same bed and I was
    having a dream about your father and I just got carried away. It is
    not Danny’s fault. It’s mine. But looking back on it now,
    this was something that had to happen. I will be in this with you."

    Then

    the girls all jumped up and came over to me all excited asking
    questions. Even Susan seemed over her anger and was asking questions
    with the rest of her sisters; “What was it like? When would the
    baby be born? Does Danny know?" And a hundred more like that.

    I

    smiled at them. “It was nice. I’m about one month along
    and no, Danny does not know yet. So when he comes home do not say
    anything. Let me tell him. It can be pretty tough on a guy when he
    finds out he got a girl pregnant for the first time."

    Susan

    then asked, “So who wants to come help me with some fix-up on
    Danny’s bedroom? We can get a bunch of small stuff done before
    Danny gets back."

    As she

    looked around at her sisters they all nodded their heads yes, even
    Megan. They then all jumped up and ran off to get to work. I remained
    sitting. That was much easier than I had expected. I had expected
    something from semi acceptance to full-blown refusal. I had ended up
    with so much more. It appears I have willing participation from three
    and a half.

    Okay,

    Danny. It’s time for you to come home now.

    It

    had been a tough hunt. It was just too early in the year for this.
    The snow line was still low. It took me a hard day, even following an
    old logging trail, to get around the mountain to where I wanted to
    be. Once I got there it was dusk, so I set up my tent, got something
    to eat and settled into my sleeping bag. I was so beat I immediately
    fell asleep.

    In the morning I had some

    dried meat and some water. I cleaned up the camp a bit, left the tent
    and bag there and set out to where I had a deer blind. It was a good
    spot overlooking a meadow with lots of grass and a small spring off
    to one side. I had a spot between a couple of trees where I could
    stay unseen back in the shadows but still had a good field of vision.
    I have fashioned a kind of high bench where I could rest my weight on
    my ass and lean back against a tree as I waited.

    It was a long day. When I was

    little and went out with my dad we would just see a single deer or
    two in a few days. Now, with almost no hunting these past years, I
    would see small herds grazing. But in the first day everything I saw
    was too lean from the winter. I decided to stay an extra day hoping
    to get something that would make the long walk worthwhile.

    That night I made a small

    fire and warmed up my dinner. Sitting with my back to a tree I
    relived my last night back at home. Susan had taken my cock into her
    mouth months ago, and that had felt good, but nothing like what mom
    had done. And I thought she would get mad when I came in her mouth. I
    tried to warn her but she did not move. She knew what I was going to
    do and just let me and then swallowed my sperm. I’m heading
    back tomorrow whether I get something good or not. I checked my
    strings to be sure they were okay, and then got in the bag and went
    to sleep with visions of a head bobbing up and down at my waist.

    The next day followed the

    same pattern as the last. Everything I saw was just too thin. Late in
    the afternoon, just before I was ready to give up, a buck walked out
    from between two trees and stopped. He looked my way but I wasn’t
    worried. I knew I was well hidden. He looked around a bit and then
    moved out into the meadow and began grazing. He had been eating well.
    He looked to be somewhere between 150 and 175 lbs. That meant if I’m
    lucky, I’ll have to pack around 125 lbs home on my back.

    Moving very slowly, I

    carefully pulled two arrows from my quiver. If I missed with the
    first I would probably not have a chance for a second but it’s
    best to be prepared. I leaned forward off my seat and notched the
    arrow. I drew the string back, aimed carefully and let it fly. The
    deer must have heard some sound I made. He looked up in my direction.
    I watched him gather himself, ready to bolt, when my arrow hit him
    right behind the front shoulder. He leapt into the air, landed on his
    feet several feet away, staggered a few feet and then fell on the
    ground and did not move. As I walked towards him I felt some regret.
    He was a beautiful animal. I thought the Indians I had read about had
    a good idea. They thanked the animal for giving his life that they
    might eat. As I stood there I gave my thanks and then began to field
    dress him.

    When I was finished I made a

    pack to carry the meat and went back to my camp. It was still light.
    I packed up the camp and started on my way home. I had been out an
    extra day and wanted to get home. I knew mom would be worried. She
    had made a point of asking me to be careful this time. Whatever
    distance I can get through today is that much less to cover tomorrow.

    The next day I needed several

    rest breaks along the way. It was late afternoon before I was in
    sight of home. When I was close enough to make out details it looked
    like mom was on the porch in her rocking chair. She must have been
    waiting for me. When she caught sight of me she stood and waved.
    After I waved back she sat down to wait for me. When I was still
    around 200 yards out I saw movement on the west wing roof. It looked
    like Susan and Shelly were up on the roof replacing some of the
    damaged pieces I had been working on.

    Mom must have yelled to them

    as they first looked at her and then in my direction. When they saw
    me they both yelled and waved to me. As I waved back I saw Terri and
    Megan’s heads pop up through the large hole in the roof and
    wave to me. They must be helping fix up the bedrooms also. That was
    nice. It had been pretty much just my project all this time.

    Before going to the house I

    stopped at our ice house where we stored the game. I hung it up and
    then walked on to the house. When I got there everyone was on the
    porch waiting for me. Before I could get into the house everyone came
    up and hugged me, even Megan. Mom leaned over the top of the group
    and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Hey girls, what’s going
    on? I’ve only been gone a couple of days."

    I was looking at Megan right

    in front of me so she replied, “You were supposed to be back
    yesterday. We; They were getting worried. We are just glad you are
    back safe."

    It was nice being the center

    of attention. I might have to stay out an extra day more often. I
    finally was able to break away when I pointed out that I was dirty,
    smelly and needed a shower.

    When I got to my room I

    quickly stripped and got in the shower. I was washing my hair when I
    heard the shower door open. I turned towards the door but my eyes
    were closed to keep the soap out. I was surprised mom would come in
    the shower with me so early in the day and with all of the kids still
    up. Just the thought of her in her with me was causing me to rise to
    the occasion. I continued washing my hair and waited for her to do
    something. One of her hands grabbed me and squeezed me. Her other
    hand began rubbing up and down my shaft and I realized she had the
    soap in her hand and was washing me. I had finished my hair and now
    was just standing there with my eyes closed enjoying the sensations.
    I had been away from mom for just four days but it felt like four
    weeks. I was ready to get out of the shower, throw her on the bed and
    jump on top of her.

    After making sure my cock was

    sparkling, she took the soap and began working up my stomach and
    chest. I was so hard that when she moved closer to reach up my chest
    I was poking her in the stomach. She swayed back and forth pushing my
    cock around with her stomach. I finally could not take any more and
    reached for the soap. I lathered my hands and then reached out to
    where her tits should be. I began rubbing my hands in circles around
    her tits, over her tits. My hands were slick from the soap and just
    glided around her body. It only took a few seconds to realize
    something was wrong. Mom had nice tits but she had five kids. Her
    tits did not stick out like these. I opened my eyes and was surprised
    to see Susan. She looked up at me with a big smile, “Welcome
    home Danny."

    She looked great. If anything

    she had developed more since I had last seen her naked. Her tits were
    larger now. “This is nice but you need to get out of here
    before mom catches you and we both get grounded." But even while
    I said this my hands were still soaping her tits. They had to be
    clean enough to eat off by now. And she still had me in hand which
    had a direct bearing on my thinking processes, or lack of.

    “Don’t worry

    about mom. She is busy with dinner. I thought I would come up and
    give you my own welcome. I have a few minutes before anyone notices
    I’m gone, and no way is Megan going to be first."

    I did not quite hear her,

    “What?"

    She pushed my cock down and

    moved forward so it slipped between her thighs. “I said I have
    a few minutes, let’s use them wisely." Because she was so
    much shorter than me my cock was angled down. She rose up on her
    tip-toes trying to get my cock angled up but was not having any
    success. I bent my knees, trying to lower myself to her but the
    height difference was just too great. I finally put my hands around
    her waist and lifted her up in the air. She gave a squeal and wrapped
    her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I leaned
    forward until her back was against the shower wall. She gave a much
    louder squeal followed by, “The walls cold."

    “Shush, it won’t

    be for long." I carefully lowered her, an inch at a time until I
    felt my cock begin to push the lips of her pussy apart. I thrust up
    with my hips as I lowered her some more and slid halfway into her.
    “Oh Danny, that feels so good." She felt so tight around
    me. It was like her pussy was half the size of mom’s. I lifted
    her up a bit, getting ready to let her down on me even harder when
    she cried out, “No Danny, don’t stop. Put it back in."

    I pushed my weight against

    her body and then plunged back into her. I loosened my grip around
    her waist and her body sagged down so that I was fully embedded in
    her. I held it for a moment and then began stroking in and out of her
    picking up speed. Each stroke in brought a little grunt from her. She
    moved her mouth over to my ear, “As good as this feels, we need
    to stop pretty soon. Mom will wonder where we are." I nodded my
    head but I did not stop stroking into her. Susan whispered in my ear,
    “Maybe this will help." She then turned her head a bit
    towards me and took my entire ear in her mouth. She ran her tongue
    around the outside of my ear and then the inside. It was like a
    switch had been turned on. I thrust as deep as I could into her. She
    gasped and then began plunging the tip of her tongue in and out of my
    ear. That was the final straw. I grabbed her ass and pulled her tight
    against me trying to get deeper into her and began filling her pussy
    with my sperm. I was sure she had not cum but I just could not take
    it any longer.

    It was another minute before

    I could move. I leaned back pulling her away from the wall. She
    gradually lowered her legs then we both began laughing. Her feet were
    swinging around trying to reach the floor and I was still buried deep
    in her. As I lowered her some more I finally popped out of her. She
    looked down at my still semi-erect, though quickly deflating, cock.
    She reached out and hit me with a finger and I bounced up and down.
    With some mock indignation I said, “Hey, show some respect."

    She just laughed and grabbed

    the soap again and began cleaning me a second time. “I’m
    not sure I should do this. He did not stay clean the last time."
    When she was finished she handed me the soap, opened the door and
    stepped out of the shower. She waved to me saying, “I’ll
    see you at dinner."

    When I stepped out of the

    shower there were clothes laid out on the bed for me. As I put them
    on I kept eyeing the bed. I was so tired, it looked awfully inviting.
    I was tempted to lie down and shut my eyes for five minutes when I
    got a whiff of dinner. Roast, my favorite. I made my way downstairs
    and went into the kitchen. Everyone was already there. No one was
    eating, they had been waiting for me. They must have heard me coming
    as my plate was already filled. I sat down and took a bite.
    “Delicious mom."

    “Thanks son but I

    didn’t cook it." She pointed all the girls. “You
    need to thank them. They fixed everything, dessert too." Mom
    looked at me a bit longer then added, “You might want to take
    shorter showers though. I think you used all the hot water we have
    until tomorrow." Then she looked from me to Susan. I looked over
    at Susan and noticed her hair was wet. Uh oh, busted. But mom did not
    say anything.

    I looked around at them, “I’m

    sorry mom. Thanks everyone. The food looks great. I guess I need to
    stay out more often."

    After some small talk we all

    dug in and began eating. Every now and then I would look up and catch
    one or more of the girls looking at me. They would smile and then
    look down and resume eating. I even caught Megan looking at me funny.
    Is it just that I’m too tired or is there something going on
    here? Finally I had to ask, “What’s going on with you
    all? Why do you keep looking at me like that?"

    They looked around at each

    other. Finally Shelly looked at me and stroked her chin with her
    fingers. “Are you growing a beard? We were just wondering if
    you were growing a beard."

    “Am I what?" I

    reached up to my chin and realized my stubble had grown quite a bit.
    “No I’m not. I’ve just been out in the woods for
    several days. I could not shave out there."

    They all just chorused, “Oh”

    and everyone looked down and continued eating. After a few minutes we
    were all pretty much finished. Susan g

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  • End of the World: Part 1
    End of the World: Part 1.
    Growing up in a post-apocalyptic earth.
    Based on a post by j
    miller. Listen to the ►Podcast at Explicit
    Novels.


    It has been seven years since

    the end of the world. Or at least that is how I think of it. I had
    just had my seventh birthday when it started. Of course at that age I
    did not pay much attention to news. I was out playing with friends
    most of the time. My parents told most me of what I know from that
    period.

    It started with China

    attempting to reclaim Taiwan in June of that year. The USA sent
    warships to Taiwan to discourage China because we had a treaty to
    protect Taiwan. China responded by sending nuclear submarines to the
    sea surrounding Taiwan. We enlisted the support of NATO. North Korea
    sent their small war fleet down the coast and anchored nearby.
    Britain sent their fleet in for support. A large portion of the
    Chinese army approached the coast across the sea from Taiwan. It was
    like a a little snowball starting down the hill. It started
    innocently enough but as it reached the bottom it was too big to
    stop.

    By the beginning of July Dad

    said things looked very scary.

    At this point my father had

    our family move to some property we had in the Northern California
    Mountains. He had always been something of a survivalist and had
    spent quite a bit of time fixing up the property in case something
    happened and we would need some place to go to for safety. We had a
    large rambling ranch house there with five bedrooms. It was high
    enough in the mountains to be away from everyone yet low enough so
    that we could grow food if necessary. The house had solar panels and
    a wind turbine for power. We were way too far from everyone to have
    power lines or even a telephone. With solar power and satellite cable
    we were able to watch TV and keep up with everything. The house was
    well stocked with canned and dry goods plus we had all the tools we
    would need if we ever had to grow anything. The area was well stocked
    with wildlife so we would have no problem hunting for game.

    When we arrived we settled

    down pretty quickly. A tree had fallen on one wing of the house
    damaging two of the bedrooms. It was going to take some time to
    repair so we had to do some doubling up in the bedrooms. My parents
    took the master bedroom with my baby sister. My two older sisters,
    Megan and Shelly, took a second bedroom while my younger sister,
    Susan and I ended up in a third bedroom.

    As I said, I was seven. My

    younger sister was six, my two older sisters were nine and ten and
    baby Teri was just four. Our parents were not much older than us. Mom
    was just 26 and Dad was 28. Mom got pregnant while in high school and
    dropped out at 16. As soon as she had Megan she began going to night
    classes to finish high school. She did very well and then went on to
    become a nurse. My dad was always something of a geek and became a
    pretty successful computer security consultant. Even though he was
    fairly young, he did very well and could take good care of our large
    family.

    When we usually went to the

    ranch, as soon as we got there we would run all over the place to see
    if what had changed. There was a stream that ran through the property
    with some good slow deep pools. If it was summer we would strip and
    go swimming. This time we just went to the living room and turned on
    the TV, to watch the news.

    Then it happened.

    Even I was paying attention

    to the news by that point. One of our destroyers had a collision with
    one of China's nuclear subs. The sub's 16 hydrogen missiles were
    accidentally, so they said, launched against their targets in the
    USA. We responded within minutes, while the missiles were still in
    the air, with a retaliatory strike with 16 of our own missiles
    against China. We later found out that frantic calls were going back
    and forth between all the major heads of state around the world; to
    try and prevent this from escalating.

    While they were successful in

    preventing any further launches it eventually did not matter. One of
    our missiles targeted for Shanghai missed and landed one hundred or
    so miles away. When tens of thousands of people began dying in the
    next week or so news slowly leaked out that the missile strike had
    damaged a weapons bio-lab and a virus was released.

    By the end of July almost no

    news reports were coming out of China. Their radio and TV stations
    were just dead air. Then people began dying in the neighboring
    countries. Europe and the Americas closed their borders. All airlines
    were grounded in an attempt to stop the spread of the virus. It did
    not help.

    By the second week of August,

    Europe was being decimated and we saw the first deaths begin in the
    USA.

    As we switched channels, on

    our cable TV, we would see stations we used to watch leave the air
    and go dark. Sometimes we would find a channel where we would just
    see an empty set. It was as though the station was left on and
    everyone went away.

    It took only two weeks for

    the virus to spread across the entire USA. By the end of August we
    could not find any stations, TV or radio, still broadcasting. It
    looked like we were the only ones left in the world. How we escaped
    harm I don't know. I guess it was our remote location. The road to
    our property was a dead-end at our place. There was no reason for
    anyone to even come out here; and we had not seen anyone since the
    first week we arrived. One family from town that we knew, came out to
    welcome us, but my mom and dad, while very friendly with them, did
    not encourage them to repeat the visit.

    Dad's Demise.

    There is a small town of a

    few thousand people, or there were a few thousand people, about 25
    miles from us. My dad would drive over every couple of months on an
    ATV and watch the town from a ridge. Each time he would report no
    movement, just dead bodies in the streets. He would stay a couple of
    days watching the houses and roads for movement but saw nothing. From
    another ridge he could see into the central California valley where
    Interstate 5, the main north/south coastal freeway passed. Not a
    single car traveled on it.

    It was on one of these trips,

    about a year after we arrived, that dad had his accident. When he did
    not return after a week I followed his route and found him. From the
    tracks it looked like a bear surprised him, or he surprised it, on
    the dirt road while returning and his ATV went off the road into a
    ravine. I had to bury him there. The ATV was destroyed and I had no
    way to get his body home.

    As I said, it has been seven

    years. I'm now 14. My sisters are 11, 13, 16 and 19. We have all
    grown up a lot. We have had to work awfully hard these seven years.
    It has been easy to get meat to last us through the winter; I had
    gotten pretty good with my bow. But it takes a lot of work to put
    aside enough fruit and veggies. We tend to get up early and work in
    the fields, take it easy during the heat of the afternoon, and then
    put in a few more hours in the late afternoon before calling it a
    day.


    It had been a long day

    and I was tired. My sisters were laying around in the family room
    watching an old movie on the VCR after dinner while I sat on the sofa
    reading a book. We did not have much left in the way of clothes
    because we have all grown up so much nothing fit us any more. Mom was
    the only one who usually was fairly dressed. When she joined us
    swimming even she would strip down bare.

    Lately, For some reason; I

    was really beginning to enjoy watching my sisters naked. If my mother
    had explained sex to us I would have understood what was going on;
    but she was alone now and probably did not really think it was that
    important since we were all family. Now I wasn’t stupid. We had
    animals, and we all saw them mating on occasion, but seeing two
    animals going at it and then relating that to my sisters; was just
    too big of a leap at my age.

    The problem for me was, I

    would watch them running around naked and end up with an erection.
    This had happened last summer when we were all skinny-dipping. I
    started watching my sisters while they were lying in the sun, their
    tits sticking up in the air. They would spread their legs so their
    inner thighs would also get tanned. Megan saw my cock sticking up in
    the air and pointed it out to the other girls. “Hey, look at
    Danny. He has a boner." They all began teasing me. I have been
    careful to avoid letting that happen again. I am over 6 ft, and the
    tallest of them is only 5’ 8” but they still treat me
    like a little brother and can tease me a lot.

    As I read, I would

    occasionally look at them over my book. Megan and Shelly physically
    looked almost identical to mom now. They were very slender and had
    nice full tits with nipples that stuck. Susan looked pretty much the
    same but with smaller tits and she had just a little bit of hair
    between her legs. As I watched them I could feel myself stirring. I
    had better get to bed before it was too late. All I needed was for my
    cock to start waving around like a weather vane

    I nonchalantly held the open

    book in front of me while I got up and left the room for my bedroom.
    Susan would be busy for another hour watching the movie so I would
    have some time to get rid of this erection. I couple of years ago I
    had discovered how much fun it was rubbing my cock when it got hard.
    It had been quite a surprise when that white stuff shot out of it.
    Later in my reading I found out it was sperm but the book did not
    really tell me much other than putting a name to it. I knew there was
    a connection between getting hard and seeing my naked sisters but I
    was pretty ignorant about connecting any further dots.

    I lay down on the bed, closed

    my eyes and thought of my sisters laying naked out in the living
    room. Now I was rock hard. I grabbed my cock and slowly began pumping
    my hand up and down.

    “Danny. What are you

    doing?” I was so focused I had not heard Susan open the door.
    How long had she been standing there? I quickly let go of my cock and
    pulled the covers up to my waist. “Nothing."

    Susan was not going be put

    off so easily, “No. Really, what were you doing?”

    There was no point in hiding

    it now. We had always shared everything. If I did not tell her she
    would just keep after me making my life a living hell until I gave
    in. “I was just making myself feel good.”

    “What do you mean?”

    “Sometimes I get hard;

    ”

    “Yes I know. I’ve

    seen you."

    “Come on. If you want

    me to tell you don’t interrupt."

    “Okay Go ahead."

    “Well, sometimes I get

    hard and if I don’t do something it hurts real bad."

    “What do you mean, do

    something, and what hurts? Why does it hurt?”

    “You’re asking

    too many questions. My balls hurt and I don’t know why."

    “Well what do you do to

    make it stop?”

    “If I rub it with my

    hand for a while it feels really good and then some white stuff
    shoots out the end and then it won’t hurt."

    “Really? You mean you

    pee?”

    “No. It’s

    something different."

    “Can I see it? She had

    moved closer and was now sitting on my bed trying to lift up the
    covers.

    “I don’t think

    so." Now I was embarrassed. We had seen each other naked for
    years. We even slept together naked for the warmth many times during
    the winter. Our room was at the far end of the house and it could get
    very cold.

    “Oh, Please?

    It was hard to say no to her

    when she put that little pout on her face.

    “Oh, all right, but

    just for a little bit. This is just between you and me. Okay? You
    know how Megan and Shelly tease me."

    “Sure. Now let’s

    see." She then pulled down the covers. When Susan first
    surprised me I had quickly wilted but while we had been talking I had
    gotten hard again. I lay back down on my bed while she got up and sat
    down by my hips. I wrapped my hand around the middle of my cock and
    slowly started pumping up and down.

    “Wow. I don’t

    think I have ever seen you this big before." I was having
    trouble thinking of anything to say. I was watching her head get
    closer to my cock. She reached out and put her fingers around the
    head of my cock. Oh. That felt so good. “Let me do it."
    Her fingers slowly moved down my cock replacing mine. She grabbed me
    tightly and moved her hand up and down my cock squeezing as she did
    so.

    “Hey, I’m not a

    cow. You don’t have to milk me."

    With a laugh she replied, “I

    don’t know about that. You said white stuff comes out."
    But she did change her stroke and continued the up and down movement
    without the extra milking squeeze. “It feels so hard but your
    skin is so soft."

    I could not talk. I could

    feel it building up in me. “You have to stop or it is going to
    start squirting! ‘.

    “I want to see it."

    She started moving her hand faster. My hips started lifting up off
    the bed. “Come on Danny. Do it!” Finally I could not take
    it any more and the white stuff started squirting a couple of feet up
    in the air. “Cool! That is neat. That has to be sperm. That is
    what mom said comes out of the bull’s penis when he is mounting
    the cows."

    My heart finally was slowing

    down from its’ pounding. “I was going to ask mom about it
    one time but couldn’t. It feels so good and if it is something
    bad she would make me stop."

    “Well I won’t

    tell. Can we do this again sometime? I did it right; didn’t I?”

    “Yes. You did it very

    well."

    Then mom’s voice from

    out in the hall caught our attention. “Hey you kids. It’s
    time to go to bed. Turn the lights out. We have a busy day tomorrow."

    Susan jumped up off my bed.

    “Okay mom." She turned out the lights and then came back
    to my bed. She scooted up with her back to me. I tentatively put my
    arm across her hips with my hand on her stomach. She took my hand and
    slid it up to her tits. I could feel a nipple getting bigger under my
    fingers. Her tit felt nice. She had never done this before. She was
    not near as big as mom, or Megan and Shelly, but it was big enough
    for me.

    “Next time I’ll

    show you what makes me feel good." As I drifted off to sleep my
    last thoughts were, “What did she mean by that? She did not
    have a cock."

    The next couple of days we

    did not have a chance for a repeat performance. We were in the middle
    of winter and it looked like a snowstorm was headed our way. We had
    to get out and get our cattle and other livestock taken care of. We
    also needed to move enough wood in to last a few weeks if it ended up
    being a serious storm. You never knew how long a storm might last. We
    were dead tired each night and just went to straight to sleep.

    One night, a few days after

    the storm passed, I had gone to bed early. I was busy entertaining
    myself when Susan came in. She was really tired and did not notice
    what I was doing. She just got in my bed, backed up against me and
    went to sleep.

    In her sleep she kind of

    snuggled her ass up against me. I still had a hard-on and the head of
    my cock was very wet and slippery. Her moving her ass around did not
    help my condition. I moved my hips forward against her and my cock
    slid between her thighs. It felt so hot there. I slowly moved my hips
    back and forth rubbing my cock against the inside of her thighs. The
    feeling was so intense. This was so much better than my hand. I felt
    I would explode any second. I had to slow down. I wanted this feeling
    to last a while. I rolled a bit off my side so I was partially on my
    back and slowly pulled one of Susan’s legs over mine so it bent
    at the knee. Her legs were spread fairly wide now. I reached over and
    found my cock between her legs and started rubbing it back and forth
    against her crotch.

    I was really enjoying the

    feeling when I felt Susan stir. In a sleepy voice she asked, “What
    are you doing?" I froze. Now what do I do. She’s going to
    get mad at me.

    “Don’t stop. That

    feels good."

    With her encouragement I once

    again began rubbing the head of my cock around. Then suddenly
    something weird happened. I pushed the head a little harder against
    her and instead of just the pressure of being pushed against her I
    felt her skin give and the head of my cock suddenly disappeared
    inside of her.

    Now I know what you are

    thinking. I have been living with naked girls for several years now.
    I should have known what was going on. But I’m a guy. I was
    clueless.

    When I entered Susan she let

    out a gasp. I thought I had hurt her and I quickly pulled out.

    “No. Put it back."

    She pleaded. “That feels really good. Put it back in."

    I pushed with my fingers

    again and the head slipped back into her. It felt so hot and tight.
    It made me thrust my hips forward and I sank deeper into her. I felt
    her move back against me and heard her moan. I moved my hands around
    her and cupped each of her tits. I gave them a gentle squeeze and
    then began rubbing my palms in circles on her nipples. She moaned
    louder and arched her back. This resulted in her ass jamming harder
    into me. Now my cock was buried up to the hilt in her. It only took a
    few more thrusts before I was squirting over and over inside of her.
    I stopped moving against her. Susan turned her head and asked, “Why
    are you stopping?"

    “My cock squirted and

    it is getting soft now” I explained.

    Susan reached between her

    legs, took my now limp cock in her hand and started rubbing it
    against her. It was just a minute or so before I noticed I was
    getting hard again. She then got a good grip on me and continued
    rubbing herself bet

    1 hr
  • The Damsel in the Congregation: Part 5
    The Damsel in the Congregation: Part 5.
    It's time for a leap of faith.

    Based on a post by KikiKisses.

    Listen to the ►Podcast at Explicit Novels.



    He pulled the box out of his pocket. He decided not to kneel, this

    felt right. "Rosalie, you put this song in my heart. I never
    knew I could love anybody, or be loved. I drowned in those big brown
    eyes the minute I saw them, when you poured your soul into mine.
    These last six weeks have been the happiest in my entire life, and
    I'm only sorry it didn't happen sooner."

    Rosalie dried her tears, but it didn't matter because more took

    their place. "Ever since I first heard you play, it has been
    well with my soul. You have taken away my sadness. And you are so
    incredibly lovable, you sweet man. I want to listen to your music for
    the rest of my life."

    James opened the ring box, and Rosalie cried harder as he slipped

    the delicate twinkling diamond on her tiny finger. "Will you
    marry me, please?" She nodded, catching her breath, before
    whispering "Yes. Of course." She looked at the ring, even
    though she didn't even care what it looked like because all she
    wanted was to be his. "It's so pretty," she whispered.

    "I thought it was very sweet and unique. Just like you."

    She kissed him. "Now, can we;" she jerked her head

    towards the bedroom. He laughed and swooped her up. He wasn't
    especially big or strong, but she was just the right size for him. He
    carried her to the bed and she wiped her eyes once more, physical
    feelings finally overtaking the emotional.

    They kissed softly at first, befitting the occasion, but it didn't

    take long before their standard after-work lust returned. Their
    tongues went mad as he tried not to pop the buttons off her blouse or
    tear the seams as he pushed it off her shoulders while she yanked at
    his tie and untucked his shirt.

    Their breath grew heavy and loud with the occasional grunt of

    frustration as the metal zipper on her tweed skirt got stuck. She
    couldn't unbutton his shirt fast enough, and her fingers forgot how
    to undo his belt buckle. He had to look when he unfastened her
    stockings, there was no way he could do it blind, although he had
    learned how to reach behind and twist her bra fastener with one hand
    so it snapped off quickly.

    She pushed him onto his back and straddled him. She removed her

    garter belt and threw it, then leaned down and pressed her tits
    against his chest, kissing him. He used to be self-conscious about
    his narrow shoulders, his lack of muscles, but she relished his body.

    She sat up, her pony tail swinging, inviting him to touch her. He

    couldn't decide on his favorite part of her body, but when she was
    grinding on him while he looked up at her, it was hard not to choose
    her tits, which fit in his hands as though they were made to measure.

    Her nipples looked like little chocolate kisses, and tasted even

    better. He squeezed her and played with her nipples, pulling her down
    to him so they could drop into his mouth. He started pushing her
    underwear off her hips, then flipped her over on her back, tugging
    off her panties while she panted, unzipping his pants. He kicked them
    off, then lifted her legs off the bed so he could nestle his face
    between them.

    He wasn't sure how they had figured this out, but once they did it

    was heaven for both of them. He ran his lips over her hairy mound
    before diving into her swollen, pink flesh that was already
    incredibly wet with her luscious nectar, grabbing her hips as she
    opened her knees and pressed her feet into the bed. Sometimes he
    started slow, but they were so worked up he just dove in, finding her
    hard little bud and licking it over and over as she writhed beneath
    him, whispering encouragement in between whimpers and grunts.

    He pushed his face into her, devouring her delicious moist flesh.

    She let out a sound halfway between a cry and a moan as her body
    lurched and her thighs clamped around his head. She set him free, and
    as he started to lay on top of her she rolled him over again, pushing
    herself down onto his erect cock with a satisfied groan.

    His cock was average, and he had always worried it wouldn't please

    a woman, which she lovingly told him was dumb. "I'm small, do
    you think I want a huge one splitting me in half?" Whether she
    was joyfully pumping her mouth on his cock or enjoying his energetic
    thrusting, she always moaned "It's perfect! You fit perfectly!"

    They had even figured out how to make her come during intercourse

    when he was on top, which he had learned was a matter of skill, not
    size. And it didn't work for everyone. But it did for them. They
    couldn't believe how many ways you could have sex, and they were all
    excellent, as far as they could tell.

    She coaxed her orgasm out, a combination of grinding back and

    forth, hitting the back just right, while pumping up and down that
    she had perfected. She needed James to play with her tits, which he
    was happy to oblige. Her nipples were sensitive, they had discovered
    the first time, and he licked his fingers, then pinched, rolled,
    flicked and rubbed the tips with his thumb.

    Her moaning got louder and he felt that combination of joy that

    came from the incredible intense pleasure of her engulfing him in her
    warmth, pulling a climax from him the way a magician pulls a rope of
    handkerchiefs, more and more and faster and faster until he exploded
    in bliss, mixed with the look on her face that was almost like pain
    as she convulsed and cried out before crashing on top of him.

    They laid there, panting and gasping for a while, clutching each

    other as they whispered a combination of post-coital pillow talk and
    declarations of pure love. He held her, finally, kissing her face and
    staring into her enormous brown eyes before she turned for him to
    spoon her, and they laid with their bodies pressed together, his
    knees folded into hers.

    "Do you want; a wedding?"

    "What do you mean?" Rosalie asked.

    "I; figured you'd want to get married as soon as possible.

    But Reverend Russell started talking about music, and bridesmaids;
    and I realized I have no idea how much planning goes into something
    like that. I don't want to take a wedding away from you just because
    I wasn't man enough to be more careful. I know most girls dream about
    it."

    "I dream about you." Rosalie kissed the bicep her cheek

    was resting on. "I just want to be with you. How soon can we get
    married?"

    "We can get married at the courthouse the same day we get the

    license. But if you want Reverend Russell to marry us we can get
    married Saturday afternoon. Is that enough time?"

    "That's fine with me. I might go buy a dress. Not a wedding

    dress, just something new. It would be nice to have music but I don't
    really like the idea of you playing at your own wedding." She
    laughed. "You'd have to keep standing up and walking and sitting
    down; maybe you should do it. It would be a great story to tell the
    kids."

    "Kids;" he repeated softly, squeezing her and kissing

    her cheek. "Let's just tell him two o'clock. Do you have anyone
    you want to stand with?"

    "I'm not super close with any of the girls here. I would hate

    to pick one over the other. Maybe we can just get Mrs. Russell to
    sign the paper."

    "I wish Reverend Russell could just be my witness."

    James sighed. "That's what I get for not making any friends. I
    guess I'll think of something."

    When James arrived at the church on Saturday, he was surprised to

    see an unfamiliar woman sitting at his place at the organ. She had
    white hair with the faintest touch of bluing, a kindly face and wore
    a pink print dress. She looked like an Easter egg. "I'm Mrs.
    Minkie, from First Baptist up the road. Well, Only Baptist" she
    chuckled. "Reverend Russell said you were needing an organist
    for today and I told him I'd be pleased as punch to help out.
    Congratulations, son. She sure is a lovely little gal and I know
    you'll be very happy."

    Tears sprang into James's eyes as he shook her hand. Rosalie had

    certainly brought out his emotional side. He managed to blink them
    away and thanked her profusely.

    "Do you have any requests?" The ceremony wouldn't start

    for at least a half an hour, and James lived close. "Let me just
    run home, I'll only be a few minutes. I didn't know you would be
    here." James bolted out the door and came back with some sheet
    music, which he thrust into Mrs. Minkie's hands. "Do you think
    you could play this when she comes down the aisle?"

    Mrs. Minkie's eyes twinkled as she looked it over. "I think

    so. Do you mind if I practice a bit?"

    Mrs. Russell was zipping Rosalie up in the woman's restroom. The

    bride had found an emerald green taffeta dress with white fur collar
    and cuffs at Fielder's Department Store; on discount, since it was
    after Christmas. She then went to the bridal shop and asked if she
    could purchase a simple veil, just the veil. She found one with a
    white fur band, and they talked her into a pair of white pumps,
    trimmed with little fur pom-poms, to go with it. Rosalie looked
    striking in green, with her dark hair and big brown eyes. She didn't
    want to make a big fuss with her hair but agreed to have it styled so
    her natural wave would have more curls as it hit her shoulders.

    James had bought her a small nosegay of white roses, which she

    held on top of a small, white Bible Mrs. Russell had given her. She
    was touching up her red lipstick when she heard the organ playing a
    familiar song she couldn't quite place. She had met Mrs. Minkie
    earlier, and was happy they would have some music. She didn't want to
    say anything to James, but in her heart she did hope they would have
    someone play. It was his playing that made her fall in love with him,
    and there would be a big hole in the ceremony if there wasn't any
    music.

    At two o'clock Mrs. Russell touched Rosalie's shoulder and told

    her it was time. She looked the bride over and felt a tear in her own
    eye. Rosalie was such a little slip of a thing, she looked so
    radiantly happy and beautiful. She shook her head thinking of James.
    Rosalie had changed him. No, she had brought out of him what was
    already there. That's what it was. A man who played the way he did
    had to be burning on the inside. Rosalie cracked that asbestos
    exterior, somehow.

    Rosalie slowly walked down the aisle. Reverend Russell stood at

    the front, with James at his left. He had bought a new suit, with a
    beautiful green tie from Rosalie. Mr. Lipscomb, the caretaker, stood
    next to James, as his witness. Mrs. Minkie brought her grandson
    Ronnie along to take pictures; he was on the yearbook staff at his
    high school. There were no other guests.

    That song; she had heard it playing through the doors; and now it

    accompanied her as she walked into the sanctuary. Suddenly, she
    realized. It was "Rosalie." Played on the organ, instead of
    the piano, and played by a woman who could read the notes, but could
    never interpret it as skillfully or soulfully as the man in love who
    wrote it. But it was still the prettiest song she had ever heard. Her
    big, brown eyes filled with tears, and she reached inside the little
    white bible for the handkerchief she had tucked there.

    She reached the front, and James took her hand. They recited their

    simple vows, echoing Reverend Russell's words, and before they knew
    it he had pronounced them man and wife, James had kissed his
    brown-eyed bride, and they were walking back down the aisle. Mrs.
    Minkie played "It is Well With My Soul," the hymn James
    played the day Rosalie knew she loved him. She looked over at him,
    and her eyes overflowed, her tears flowed into his heart and
    threatened to spill out of his own eyes.

    Mrs. Russell had fixed a white layer cake with a few piped on

    roses, and they had cleared the back room for a small reception.
    Reverend Russell sat down across from the couple, who were trying to
    show enthusiasm for the cake and the kindness they were being shown,
    but it couldn't outshine their passion for each other.

    "So, what are you planning on doing next?" asked

    Reverend Russell. James almost spit out his cake, and Rosalie blushed
    crimson. "I mean, did you decide where to live? And if you'll
    keep working, Rosalie?" James swallowed his mouthful of cake.
    "Oh." Rosalie squeezed his hand and answered, "We've
    decided to live at James's for now. It's much more convenient for
    both of us. And I'll keep working as long as I'm able. But once the
    baby comes, my hands will be full for a long time."

    Mrs. Russell sidled in next to her husband. "Would you like

    more?" James had never had so many probing questions directed at
    him in his entire life, and he shifted in his chair. They hadn't even
    talked about that yet, and they certainly weren't going to discuss it
    now. Then he noticed she was pointing towards the cake, and they
    politely refused. "I'll wrap it up and send it home with you."

    Reverend Russell smiled at his wife conspiratorially. "As you

    know, my wife is the church secretary. It's not full time. But she's
    been thinking about retiring. If you want, Rosalie, she could show
    you around and when you feel able, you could take over her duties, if
    you are interested. The wages are fair, and we have a nursery here.
    You could bring the baby."

    Mrs. Russell chimed in. "You know we don't have any children

    of our own. I'd be happy to watch the little one whenever you need.
    It would be a blessing to us."

    James and Rosalie look at each other, and squeezed hands. "What

    a kind offer," Rosalie whispered, her eyes brimming again.
    "Thank you," said James. "We will talk it over, and
    let you know." But they both knew the other would say yes.
    Rosalie would even say it was an answer to prayer.

    They stayed long enough to be polite, then took their coats and

    walked out the door, forgetting the cake, forgetting everything but
    each other. They decided not to go anywhere for a honeymoon, just
    back to James's little house. The next two Sundays the choir would
    sing acapella, mediocre, because he would not be there.

    He carried her over the threshold, marveling, once again, at her

    lithe little body, how she fit so perfectly in his arms. They kissed
    deeply and tenderly at the door, and he carried her all the way to
    the bedroom, setting her down softly.

    "Will you play for me, James?" He was surprised by her

    request, but went to the living room and began to play Clair de Lune
    as she quietly removed her veil and shoes, and snuck off to the
    bathroom. He heard her coming and switched to "Rosalie" as
    she came up behind him, putting her hand on his shoulder. She wrapped
    her arms around his neck, and kissed his cheek, and massaged his back
    as he finished playing, then stepped to the side so he could see her.

    She wore a white negligee, sheer, with lace cleverly positioned as

    a wink at modesty. He could see her chocolate drop nipples and her
    dark hair peeking through the lace like a thin curtain, and he
    couldn't decide what was swelling more, his heart or his cock. Love
    was remarkable, that way.

    With her hair tumbled over her shoulders she looked like an angel,

    a goddess. He just stared at her, dumbfounded by his luck. His
    blessing, she would say. "Do you like it?" she whispered,
    her big, brown eyes wet with emotion. He couldn't speak, he just
    pulled her to him, his face at her tit, kissing her hand, looking up
    at her radiant face, then lifting her and carrying her again.

    He couldn't believe it. A year ago she had disrupted his peace,

    sitting in his sight line, those brown eyes rushing against the dam
    of his heart, breaking him, flooding him. Not even two months ago,
    they finally swam together in her ocean of happy tears. How could she
    be his bride? A man who never even had a friend was suddenly,
    stupefyingly, permanently entangled with a woman who defied
    description, except in music.

    Her head was on the pillow and he hovered over her, suddenly

    clumsy and shy even though they had done this dozens of times. She
    gently rubbed his cheek, staring into his kaleidoscope eyes that had
    shifted to gray-green. "Kiss me, James," she whispered. The
    tenderness of this moment was unbearable to both of them, and they
    both cried, their hot tears mingling and flowing into their mouths.

    She was never shy about taking charge, but tonight she just wanted

    him to make love to her, gently and sweetly, allowing herself to be
    swept away on the current he had swirled in her heart. He kissed
    every bit of her face, smoothing her dark hair, moving softly down
    her neck. There was no urgency. They had all night, all week, the
    rest of their lives. He admired her body through the negligee,
    sweeping his hands over the sheer fabric and gently squeezing her
    tits.

    "If I forgot to tell you before, you look gorgeous. Earlier

    too."

    She kissed him. "You did, but I forgive you. You look rather

    handsome yourself."

    He had discarded his jacket in the living room, and she started to

    loosen his tie.

    "Finally, a little color. Whoever bought you this tie must

    have exquisite taste."

    He chuckled, and winked at her.

    "The suit was a nice surprise, too."

    James realized his drab wardrobe no longer felt like him, and

    decided to buy a new suit, not just for the wedding, but to celebrate
    his new life. It was dark tweed, but had colorful threads running
    through it that would pick up the hue of almost any tie, satisfying
    his need for practicality and her preference for a little color. And
    he had it tailored. Turned out in the right clothes and with a fresh
    haircut, James was a handsome man.

    "I thought a beautiful bride deserves a half-way presentable

    groom."

    He kissed her, breaking off long enough for her to lift his tie

    over his head, and she slowly began to unbutton his shirt. There
    wasn't much of hers to take off, so he decided to help out,
    unbuckling his belt and sliding off his loafers, using his toes to
    push down the top of his dress socks. He was still sitting on the bed
    just gazing at her. She was trying to just let him lead, resisting
    the urge to just pull him on top of her. Finally he pulled off his
    shirt, kicked away his pants, and laid next to his bride.

    He kissed her face and neck again, and kissed her tits over her

    negligee, but decided enough was enough and sat her up just long
    enough to lift it over her head. She was naked underneath, and he
    took a few moments to just gaze at his lover's perfect form. There
    were her sweet, perfect little tits, just right for her delicate
    frame. They fit right in his hands.

    The first time he touched them he couldn't believe the way they

    felt. So soft, with a little bounce, and her perky little nipples
    puckering against his hands. He hadn't really imagined it before,
    figuring he'd never have the chance, so why torture himself with the
    possibility? What a fool he was. But he was also glad, because
    Rosalie's tits were perfect, and he didn't want to see or touch
    anyone else's.

    Her belly was soft, and her navel was adorable. He loved tickling

    it with his tongue when he made his way down her body, a little side
    trip before the main event. Her patch of dark, curly hair always made
    his groin surge, because of what it was hiding. He rubbed her thighs,
    inside and out, and ran his hands down her cute little legs and
    cupped her tiny feet before moving back up her body.

    She closed her eyes and just enjoyed the way he lifted and

    squeezed her tits. He was taking them in like it was the first time
    he'd ever seen them. She was amused by the way men seemed hypnotized
    at the glimpse of a pair, and delighted by the power she wielded with
    them. James was already a quiet man, but the sight of her tits seemed
    to pull all reason from him and paralyze his tongue, at least until
    he bent his head down and began to lick and suck.

    Everything he did to her was her favorite, but her sensitive

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  • The Damsel in the Congregation: Part 4
    The Damsel in the Congregation: Part 4.
    James & Rosalie fell.

    Based on a post by KikiKisses.

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    "How did you know? This is the one I've been looking at for

    months!" Rosalie held it up to her cheek. "James, it's so
    soft, and the colors!" She lifted it up and looked it over in
    the lamplight.

    "It just made me think of you, and the way you have

    brightened my life."

    "You sweet man, come here," Rosalie said, putting her

    arms around his neck and kissing him. "Thank you, love. It's
    perfect."

    "Here's another little something."

    Rosalie opened the small box with gleaming eyes. When she saw the

    little scarf clip she smiled broadly and immediately put her gifts
    on, preening coquettishly. "Now I can carry a little reminder of
    you always, not that I need reminding! How do I look?"

    "Even more gorgeous, if that is possible."

    Rosalie handed James two boxes with a twinkle in her eyes. He

    nervously opened the gift. What if hers was much better than his?
    What if he hated it and had to feign delight? His fears were assuaged
    when he opened up the first box. It was an emerald green silk tie. He
    lifted it up and examined it. He had never worn something so
    colorful, or so luxurious. He was stunned into silence.

    "Do you like it?" Rosalie asked nervously.

    "It's almost as beautiful as you."

    "I thought it was time you put a little color into your

    wardrobe. This is my favorite color, and I thought it would bring out
    the green in your eyes. Now open the next one!"

    James was stunned to see a tie bar that matched the sweater clip

    he had bought for her, a treble clef, minus the rhinestone.

    "You see? How often does something like this happen? Your

    love is like music to me, darling."

    James pulled her to him and gave her a long, deep kiss. When he

    pulled away he saw mischief in her eyes.

    "I have one more surprise. Wait here."

    Another?

    Rosalie disappeared and James sat on pins and needles. She'd

    already given him two amazing gifts, and he had nothing else to give
    her. She was always so full of surprises. Just the fact of her was
    the biggest surprise of his life.

    "Close your eyes!" Rosalie called from across the

    houses. James's heart began to race. "Open them!" James's
    eyes flew open, and then his mouth. He couldn't believe what he was
    seeing. Rosalie stood in the doorway between the living room and the
    kitchen wearing a Santa Hat, a red satin bra and panties, and nothing
    else. She posed with one arm in the air and the other on her hip, her
    knees bent provocatively. She then walked over to the hi-fi and put a
    record on. The song "Santa Baby" by Eartha Kitt filled the
    room, and Rosalie began to dance, wiggling her hips, jiggling her
    tits, rotating her hips and bumping out her bottom. She would get
    close to James, and then just as he reached out for her she'd slink
    away.

    She winked, and unhooked her bra, draping it on his head and then

    around his neck and dancing away when he tried to touch her. Then
    came the panties, which she threw at his face, and landed in his lap.
    He was dumbstruck. Finally, she crawled into his lap and began to
    leave red lipstick kisses on his face, down his neck, as he groaned
    and stroked her hair. She continued unbuttoning his shirt and pushing
    it off him, pulling off his undershirt as she continued her descent
    down his chest and belly, tugging off his boxers and pants before
    lowering her head and licking him like a peppermint stick.

    Remember, Rosalie had a secret, and only James knew it.

    She was a very, very sexy girl.

    Rosalie's Song

    "I'm late, James."

    Rosalie said this very matter of factly. She had no compunction

    about this news whatsoever, no fear.

    James rubbed his head. They knew this was a possibility. The first

    time they made love they decided it didn't matter what happened, they
    were in love, and threw caution to the wind. But when it was over he
    realized it might have been a good idea to think things through a
    bit. They decided to try rubbers, which he had taken a bus to the
    next town over to purchase, and they both found the experience less
    than ideal. So he resorted to pulling out. But it probably happened
    the very first time.

    "I'm not upset. Are you?" Rosalie smiled, pushing the

    hair off his forehead that had fallen into his eyes.

    Six weeks ago James had finally allowed himself to love, and be

    loved. And what a woman to be loved by! Rosalie was full of
    surprises. She had always seemed quiet, and full of an un-namable
    sadness. It turns out she was only quiet and sad because she was
    lonely, and she wanted James. And when he realized he was shutting
    out happiness for no good reason, suddenly both of them had plenty to
    say, and plenty to be ecstatically happy about.

    The first day he stayed at her house 'til midnight, and had to

    force himself to leave. He had to lead the music at church the next
    day, and needed his rest. He got absolutely none. He called her as
    soon as he got in the door to tell her he had gotten home safe, and
    they stayed up another hour just whispering and longing and planning
    for the next time they would see each other, which was only hours
    away. The rest of the night he laid awake, remembering everything
    that had happened the day before.

    On Sundays he always sat in the front pew so he would be close

    when it came time for him to play the organ, or direct the choir. She
    always sat in the middle. He wondered where he should sit, where she
    wanted to sit, were they going to be obvious or keep their
    relationship a secret?

    Rosalie made the decision simple. She sat in the front row, and

    when he sat down she sidled up to him. Not as close as she would have
    liked, but she touched his hand and he laced his fingers through
    hers. When church was over she put her arm through his, waving to the
    rest of the young singles who always gathered together, and left with
    her head on his shoulder. Everyone was dumbfounded. James looked a
    little dazed, himself. Only Rosalie smiled as if it was the most
    natural thing in the world, and eagerly whispered in his ear "Your
    place, or mine?"

    His house was very near the church, and he decided he'd be more

    comfortable on the outskirts of town. It was a moot point, really.
    The town wasn't very big, half of the residents went to their church,
    and before the day was out the other half would know they were seeing
    each other. It took a good twenty minutes to walk to her house, and
    by the time they reached her front door she yanked him inside and
    kissed him so hard his glasses were knocked askew.

    James had never dated anyone, and Rosalie had very limited

    experience. He was 27, she was 23, and all the lust that had been
    building up inside of them since puberty came roaring out like a fire
    hose He waited for her when she got off work everyday, and soon they
    decided that since his house was closer they would just go there,
    gossip be damned.

    They walked hand in hand, walking faster and faster the closer

    they got, til they could see the house in the distance and they began
    to sprint. The minute the door shut they began to frantically undress
    each other for a quick, ecstatic fuck, knowing that once they had
    gotten it out of their system they'd be able to enjoy a slower, more
    sensual one later.

    Rosalie was never so happy as when James was inside her. Between

    her legs or inside her mouth; it didn't matter. James had never even
    considered such a thing, but Rosalie had heard of it and decided to
    surprise him, and found out she enjoyed it as much as he did. They
    made love twice every night of the week, four times on Saturdays and
    three times on Sundays. She was insatiable, and he was exhausted, but
    since he had wasted a good ten years of his life not making love, and
    one year not making love to Rosalie, he figured he'd better catch up.

    In between times they cooked simple meals, he played the piano for

    her, and they talked, learning all the things you learn when you get
    to know someone, and start to fall in love. They got it all out of
    order, but thankfully her intuition was right, and their desire for
    each other's bodies matched perfectly with the communion of their
    souls.

    So they talked, and fell more deeply in love, which led them

    straight back to bed, or over the kitchen counter, or on the living
    room floor, or wherever else they found themselves when lightning
    struck. He walked her home every night, for the sake of propriety,
    and it was an absolute misery to say goodbye. They wanted nothing
    more than to talk until their eyes were heavy and fall asleep to the
    music of each other's breath.

    He knew he was going to ask her to marry him, of course he was.

    But it was the question of when. He needed to save for a ring, of
    course. Would they live in her apartment, or his little rental house?
    And what about children? She wouldn't be able to work if they had
    little ones, and they'd have to take that into account. He didn't
    want to spoil their little love bubble with logistical questions. Not
    yet.

    It was New Years Eve and everyone else was at a party at the

    church, wearing hats and blowing into noisemakers. They had stayed
    for a little while, but at midnight when they kissed, they were back
    in his bed, having just finished another delicious round of
    lovemaking. It was then that she made her announcement.

    "Well?" She stroked his chest, and looked at him warmly.

    Her big brown eyes were his kryptonite.

    "We knew this was a possibility." He pulled her close,

    her head on his shoulder, and stroked her hair.

    "Are you upset?"

    James looked at the ceiling. "Of course not. I am a little

    worried, but; no. I'm not upset."

    Rosalie kissed his jaw. "Good, because I've wanted to have

    your baby for a long time."

    "I guess I'd better go talk to Reverend Russell."

    "I guess you should."

    Rosalie made an appointment with her doctor the very next day. He

    had to send her urine off so it would take more than a week to find
    out for certain, but she explained her symptoms and he did a brief
    examination, and told her more likely than not, she was pregnant.
    James took some time that morning to get up the nerve to go talk to
    the reverend, finally taking the five steps or so it took for him to
    walk from his desk to the pastor's office next door, and knocked on
    the door frame.

    Reverend Russell looked up with a smile. He was very fond of

    James. He would have treated him like a son, except for James's
    reticent nature. So he kept their relationship formal, but made sure
    James knew he was appreciated by him and the whole church. He nodded
    at James to come and sit, and was a little surprised to see James
    close the door. This must not have been just a question about order
    of service.

    "What can I do for you James?

    James swallowed. He hadn't talked about Rosalie with anyone, there

    was no one for him to talk to. He had no friends, and he barely had a
    family, and he certainly wasn't going to call his mother long
    distance just to hear her tell him, once again, what a disappointment
    he was to her.

    "Well, uh, sir, I guess you probably know I've been seeing

    Rosalie."

    Reverend Russell tried not to beam at James. He was very happy to

    see this young man entangled with such a lovely girl, and he felt
    that fatherly swell inside, but tried to keep it professional.

    "Indeed. I think everyone has noticed. And we are all very

    happy for you. Rosalie is a fine girl, and you two make a lovely
    couple."

    James smiled slightly and his cheeks reddened.

    Reverend Russell continued. "I think everyone knew she was

    rather sweet on you for a while."

    That's the kind of information that, at one time, James would have

    found humiliating for no reason at all. He was starting to realize
    that the fact that a beautiful girl was in love with him wasn't
    something to hide. He wondered where he'd ever picked up the notion.
    He smiled a little more.

    "Yes, well; sir. We'd like to get married."

    Reverend Russell pretended to be solemn. "Rather soon, don't

    you think?"

    Now James really was embarrassed. He looked up at the ceiling

    before answering. "Well; uh; I've known her for a year. I'm
    older than her, you know. A lot of guys my age have already settled
    down. We really don't want to wait. When you find the right person;"

    "Alright then. What were you thinking? June? Everyone loves a

    June bride."

    James shifted uncomfortably.

    "Well sir; we were hoping as soon as possible."

    Reverend Russell cocked his head and gave James a knowing look.

    "It; needs to be as soon as possible." James looked up

    at him, pleading silently.

    "I see." Reverend Russell sat back and folded his hands.

    "I understand if you don't want to; we can just go to the

    courthouse; I just know she'd prefer it here." Suddenly James
    sat up very straight. "You aren't going to fire me, are you?"

    Reverend Russell chuckled. "No, son. I'm not going to fire

    you. 'No temptation has overtaken you except that which is common to
    man.' You aren't the first couple in the world, or even this
    congregation, to put the cart before the horse, so to speak."

    James relaxed. "I'll go see about getting the license, and

    I'll let you know." He started to get up.

    Reverend Russell indicated he should stay, and James looked at him

    curiously, but sat back down.

    "How long have you been here, James?"

    "Five years, sir."

    "And you plan to stay here at this job and in town?"

    "Yes sir. I never thought about going anywhere else."

    "You've done a fine job, James. The choir has never sounded

    better, and your organ playing is top notch. We're all very thankful
    for you." Reverend Russell paused, took off his glasses and
    polished them while he spoke. "It's about time you got a raise."
    James's eyes widened.

    "Now, we aren't a wealthy church, but our parishioners are

    faithful givers, and it doesn't hurt that there are only two churches
    in town." He chuckled. The Baptist church could have hardly been
    more different. James wondered what his situation would be if he had
    landed a job there. Well, he wouldn't have met Rosalie, anyway.

    "The board and I have already discussed it. Five years is

    long enough without a bump in pay, and we could all see you and
    Rosalie weren't a little fling. I don't think we were expecting you
    to get married so fast, but it doesn't change anything." He told
    James the amount, and tears sprung into James's eyes.

    James wasn't one for outward emotion. Indeed, he had stuffed his

    down for so long he scarcely knew he had any at all, until Rosalie.
    Now here he was, tearing up in front of his boss! It did not go
    unnoticed by Reverend Russell. The raise was enough that he felt less
    worried. Reverend Russell stood, and put his hand on James's
    shoulder. "Now, young man, why don't you get to the courthouse
    and find out about that license."

    James hurried to the courthouse and learned he and Rosalie could

    obtain one and be married the same day, if they wanted. Her office
    was on the square so they could go register for one over her lunch.
    He then went into a dusty old pawnshop, and asked to see the rings.
    He found an older set with a simple design. The diamonds weren't very
    big, but it was what he could afford. Besides, Rosalie was a tiny
    thing, and anything bigger would swallow up her hand. He hoped she
    would like it. He thought it was pretty, even if the style was
    old-fashioned. She was unique, she wouldn't want the same ring as
    every other girl. The man's band was very plain, and it fit him
    without any adjustments. James wrote a check for the full amount, and
    left with a small velvet box burning his hip.

    "Is Saturday alright?"

    Reverend Russell smiled at James. "Yes, I have time in the

    afternoon. Do you know what you want as far as a service goes? Who
    your witnesses are? I supposed you aren't going to play the organ at
    your own wedding."

    The color drained from James's face. A wedding. Not just signing

    papers. Of course. He didn't have any idea what Rosalie wanted. He
    assumed she wanted to get married as soon as possible. Did she want a
    wedding dress? A bridesmaid? Did he need a new suit? Did she want to
    invite the whole church? This could take time, time he wasn't sure he
    had. When do women start to show? He remembered someone slyly saying
    "The first baby can come at any time. The rest take 9 months."

    "I; I'll ask her. Thank you."

    James sat and pondered for a bit. He had the rings, but now he

    realized that he really ought to officially propose. He was a man of
    few words, Rosalie did most of the talking. It didn't matter that he
    knew she'd say yes. He wanted to be romantic, to really show her how
    much she meant to him. He'd get down on one knee, of course. That's
    what you did, even though he had no idea why.

    Both of her parents were dead, there was no one to ask for

    permission. Rosalie would have laughed at that anyway. She had made
    up her mind a long time ago that James was the one for her, and not
    even James had the power to stop her. "Thank God," he
    thought, smiling.

    God. James was never really sure if he believed in God or not. He

    was raised in church, so the rhythms were familiar. He had lived a
    virtuous life simply by not having much interest in vice of any kind.
    The only real sin he had committed as an adult was premarital sex,
    and it really only bothered him because, at least on the outside, the
    world frowned on that sort of thing. But it didn't worry his
    conscience at all. He attended church because it was his job, and he
    probably wouldn't miss it if he didn't go.

    Rosalie was different from him. She too, had no guilt about

    pre-marital sex, but it was because she considered love a gift that
    she had been denied too long to worry about formalities. Adam and Eve
    weren't married by a Reverend, after all. She was an orphan, and the
    church had taken her in after the death of her parents. And she loved
    it. She loved the opportunities to volunteer, socializing with the
    pleasant young people, and sitting in contemplation. The first thing
    she did when she moved to their small town was look at the two
    churches available to her, and pick the one that felt like home.

    "It didn't hurt that the organist was a cute, shy little man

    who looked like he needed someone to wrap him up and feed him soup."
    She hugged him as she giggled, and he laid his cheek on the top of
    her head and squeezed her back. He didn't know he needed that, how
    did she? She knew everything.

    Somehow, when she looked at the job board at her secretarial

    college, she saw clearly that this little town was where she
    belonged. Some place she'd never heard of. And so she got on a
    Greyhound bus. "Leap of faith," she said as she kissed him.
    She had found her home, and her love. "Of course I believe in
    God. He gave you to me. It just took you a while to hear that still,
    small voice."

    Suddenly James knew exactly how he wanted to propose, but he was

    still tied up in knots about the wedding. He wanted to give her
    whatever she wanted. She would look so pretty in a white veil and
    dress, like she was walking in from the mist. Was she even allowed to
    wear white?

    James had played the organ at many weddings, but they always

    sprung fully formed in front of him. He had never once thought about
    planning. He'd never even planned a birthday party. Whenever he was
    needed for an extra activity at church they just handed him some
    sheet music and

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  • The Damsel in the Congregation: Part 3
    The Damsel in the Congregation: Part 3.
    James and Rosalie celebrate their first Christmas
    together.

    Based on a post by KikiKisses.

    Listen to the ►Podcast at Explicit Novels.



    Rosalie was known around town for being an exceptional young lady.

    She was kind, smart, and resourceful. She loved beauty without

    frivolity, loved music and art without pretension, and was kind
    without being phony. She enjoyed volunteering with the children at
    her church, and socializing with the young people. Mini-golf,
    bowling, going to the movies; Rosalie was a fun and friendly person,
    and everyone who met her found her to be a pleasing person to spend
    time with.

    But Rosalie had a secret.

    It was no secret that she loved James, the church organist and

    choir director. She had clearly pined for him for a good long time
    before he took notice. No one outside the two of them knew what had
    happened. One day her eyes were melancholy, and full to the brim with
    unrequited love that James seemed quite oblivious to. The next they
    were walking arm in arm, her brown eyes and his gray (or were they
    green, or blue?) eyes locked on one another in a trance that no one
    could break. They were inseparable. Rosalie remained as sweet and
    friendly as ever, but all of the attention she used to divide up
    between being alone and going out with friends was now focused
    completely on her beau.

    When they first fell in love they knew little about one another

    except from snatches of information picked up from overheard
    conversations and vague pleasantries. But now they were fully
    immersed in the ocean of each other's pasts, dreams, hopes, and all
    the silly little consistencies and rhythms of their lives. So where
    others saw a pleasant girl and a shy man, they saw each other fully
    formed, with love that penetrated down to their souls like x-rays.
    They loved each other inside and out. They knew everything about each
    other. James was the only one who knew her secret, which was this.

    Rosalie was a very sexy girl.

    James was astounded when he found this out. She was cute, and

    spritely, with dark shoulder length hair she often wore in a swinging
    ponytail, and a scattering of freckles across her nose. Her big brown
    eyes were incredibly expressive, and where they once were full of
    sorrow now they sparkled with joy every moment she was in his
    presence. She was tiny, a bit elfin. James was not a large or strong
    man but he could easily scoop her up and enjoyed doing so. The first
    word most people would think of her would be "cute."

    And she was. But she was also sultry, and uninhibited. And like

    most girls her age, who were raised to be polite, sweet, and good,
    she was a little bit at war with herself. Not at first. She and James
    fell into bed almost immediately upon expressing their feelings, and
    she didn't feel a bit guilty. But when they had only been together a
    few days she began to struggle with the way their desire, especially
    hers, began to intrude on regular life.

    One day early on they flew through the door, slamming it behind

    them. "I can't wait," she gasped, working his belt buckle.
    "Just do it here." She pressed herself against the door,
    pulling him towards her, then started to frantically unbutton her
    blouse, pushing her bra up over her tits. He unzipped his pants and
    let them fall, pushing his hand up her skirt to feel her wet panties
    and rub her hot little clit, taking a tit into his mouth. She held
    his head as he switched nipples, then gasped.

    "I'm ready. Please." He pushed up her skirt, and she

    frantically tugged at his boxers. He lifted her, holding her against
    the door with one hand and pulling her underwear aside with his
    other, guiding his stiff cock into her desperate cunt, thrusting up
    as he held her up with his hips and knees. "It's; so; good,"
    she cried, each word punctuated by a hard thrust. Her body was tiny
    but her lust was enormous, and it wasn't long before his hard, slow,
    thrusts unraveled her and she came loudly, then dropped to her knees
    and pushed him against the door, swallowing every drop of his salty
    elixir of life.

    Rosalie broke away, and James leaned against the door, panting. He

    saw her turn away to adjust her brassiere, an odd nod to modesty in
    light of the situation. Then she looked up at him with those big,
    brown eyes of hers, sliding her arms up to clutch his bare thighs.
    For the first time ever, he saw something akin to shame on her face.
    She was crimson, the tears coming down were not her usually happy
    tears, or the silent, sad ones from before. She slid her arms down
    and wrapped them around his knees, shuddering.

    "I don't know how to live like a human being anymore. A

    regular person with a regular job and a regular life. I think about
    you all day, every minute we are apart. I want you every second. I
    can scarcely think of anything else. I'm scared I'm going to make a
    mistake and start to type up the things I want to do instead of the
    things I'm supposed to do." She took a deep breath. "On the
    way home, I can barely last the walk." She stood up on her
    knees, pressing her cheek against his belly, kissing the point of his
    hip, tears pooling in his navel.

    James slid down and sat on the carpet next to her, his pants and

    underwear still around his ankles. He pulled her onto his lap,
    kissing her cheeks and smoothing her hair. "I know. I'm
    struggling too. I thought about you all day. I stayed in my office, I
    only stood up when I knew no one was near so they wouldn't see. I was
    so tempted to just; take care of it in the bathroom, you know? But I
    didn't want to get caught, and I wanted to save it for you."

    Rosalie laughed a little. "You don't even do that."

    "I know! But that's how wound up you've got me." He

    tucked his finger under her chin and had her look up at him. "It
    won't always be like this. Eventually it will even out."

    Rosalie sighed. "I'm not sure I want it to. What if that

    means we aren't as in love as we are now?"

    "Sweetheart, even poets have to eat and do the dishes. I

    think it starts this way for most people, but they find a rhythm. We
    will too."

    "I'm sure you're right."

    "Right now, let's try and keep our work and private life

    separate. Do you think we can?"

    She nodded, not very convincingly.

    He paused, an idea coming into his head. "Say, your office is

    so close by; what if we just came back here every afternoon? 15
    minutes for lunch, 20 minutes for dessert? That leaves 25 minutes for
    walking and talking."

    "Maybe, but we do need to make sure to eat real food, or we

    won't have energy for dessert!"

    James laughed, standing up and pulling up his boxers and pants.

    Then he helped his sweetheart stand up, adjusting her blouse and
    buttoning it up as she straightened out her skirt. The act of
    dressing each other was almost as romantic as undressing.

    He was right. After a few more days it became a little easier to

    get through the day knowing the harder she concentrated on her job,
    the faster the day would go, and she could be with her lover. She
    took joy in surprising him. One day he let himself into her apartment
    and followed a trail of clothing to her bedroom, like breadcrumbs.
    Another time he walked into his own house, following the smell of
    fresh baked cookies to Rosalie standing in the kitchen wearing a
    ruffled apron and nothing else.

    James could hardly believe his luck. He had spent the first 27

    years of his life alone. Mostly friendless, neglected by his family,
    and certainly never romantically attached. To not only fall in love,
    but to be loved by someone so passionate; it made his mind reel, not
    to mention his body. She was a gift in every possible way.

    Christmas was coming up. James was completely baffled about what

    to get her. What kind of gift is right for the person who is
    everything? What could a poor music director afford that would be
    even remotely right for his beautiful, perfect girl?

    James once again cursed his inexperience. Not that he was sorry

    she was the only one for him, but at how ignorant he could be. It was
    one thing when they were experimenting with each other's bodies. He
    had even learned to tell her his feelings with words, and he played
    her favorite songs on the piano. But how did you buy a girl a
    present?

    He really didn't know when he would do it, either. They had

    started spending their lunch hours together. How could he be sneaky?
    He had to come up with some excuse.

    In the end Rosalie made it easy on him. She told him she had a lot

    of extra work to do coming up on the holidays and she didn't want to
    fall behind so she decided to work through lunch. James sighed with
    relief, and headed to Fielder's Department Store.

    He had been there a handful of times to buy his own clothes,

    mostly new socks and underwear, and a couple of new dress shirts when
    his old ones became frayed at the cuffs. All of his shirts were
    white, both of his suits were shades of beige and brown, and he had
    one pair of dark brown leather wingtips. Even his ties were beige. He
    had purchased all of them before he moved 5 years ago. His aim was
    simplicity, and to blend into the background. It hadn't worked on
    Rosalie. She saw the color in him he had tried so hard to hide.

    James considered buying something new for himself, but when he

    looked at the dizzying array of silk ties and pocket squares he felt
    completely out of his element. Maybe Rosalie could help him sometime.
    Her own clothes were colorful and tasteful, she would probably enjoy
    dressing him. He smiled at the thought, and headed towards the
    women's department.

    He was at the very back of the store, and when he stepped across

    the aisle he found himself surrounded on all sides by mannequins
    dressed provocatively in sheer, silky undergarments. He turned red
    when he realized he had seen some of these on Rosalie herself. When
    they first got together she wore white cotton, but she quickly traded
    them in for satin and lace; red, black and pink. It was incredibly
    sexy and he found himself growing hard at the thought. He pulled at
    his collar and rushed off, hoping to hide himself until it went away.
    But instead he ran directly into Mrs. Patton, the manager of the
    ladies' department, almost knocking her over.

    James was mortified, but Mrs. Patton was an old hand. This wasn't

    the first time she had to calm down a nervous suitor. She gave him a
    reassuring pat on the arm and he was relieved to note that in the
    kerfuffle his erection had calmed down.

    "Now, young man, how can I help you?" She, of course,

    knew exactly how she could help him but she had been in the business
    long enough to know how to sell exactly what her customer needed, and
    make them believe it was their own idea at the same time.

    "I; I need a Christmas gift for my girlfriend. I've never

    bought a gift for a girl and;"

    "You're seeing Rosalie, aren't you? That sweet little gal

    that works for Mr. Cullen?"

    James swallowed, trying to pull the heat from his cheeks down into

    his chest. "Yes ma'am."

    "She's a lovely girl. You are a very lucky young man."

    That was it. James wasn't exactly embarrassed, but his cheeks were

    going to stay red the rest of the afternoon, he was certain. Talking
    about Rosalie just seemed so intimate, as if even saying her name
    would cause their entire relationship to flash in a movie screen
    above his head.

    "Thank you. I think so."

    "And a lovely girl like her deserves a lovely gift. You've

    come to the right place. What were you thinking? A piece of jewelry?
    Maybe a watch?"

    Rosalie had a watch, a gift from her foster mother when she

    graduated from high school. She was very sentimentally attached to
    it. And jewelry? That completely stymied him. He had seen her wear
    some, she was a smart dresser, but he had no confidence that he could
    pick something out without veering too garish, or too simple. He
    shook his head.

    Mrs. Patton's lip curled at one corner. "What about a silk

    scarf? We have a wide array, and all the latest prints. Now tell me,
    what is her favorite color?"

    James's mind went completely blank. He had no idea. She was always

    colorfully adorned, but green; that was the color she wore the most.
    Her winter coat was a bright green.

    "Green? I think?"

    "What shade of green?"

    James began to turn green himself. Why did this have to be so

    difficult?

    Mrs. Patton directed him to a display of silk scarves in every

    color of the rainbow, and began to pull out the green ones. "Here's
    Kelly, forest, sage;"

    James suddenly reached out and took one from the display. It was

    multi-colored in jewel tones. Ruby red, emerald, peacock blue,
    goldenrod, and plum that looked like dabs of paint, and gold metallic
    thread woven through it. It was heavy, and it felt rich.

    "What about this one?"

    "It's very expensive."

    James bristled. This woman had no business telling him how to

    spend his money! He looked at the price tag and tried not to let it
    show on his face. It was more than he intended to spend, but since
    he'd never bought a girl anything before he decided it was okay to go
    a little crazy at Christmas, just this once.

    "I can afford it."

    "It takes a special woman to pull off a scarf like that."

    The gall of this woman! "Rosalie is special," said

    James, firmly.

    "She is, that I can see. And she is always a very

    well-dressed young lady. I think that's an excellent choice. You are
    a man of distinction, you have done well. Now, should we wrap this
    up, or can I interest you in a scarf clip to go with it?"

    James didn't know there was such a thing, but he nodded and she

    showed him an assortment. At first he was overwhelmed by the choices,
    but suddenly a treble clef came into focus, with a small rhinestone
    on the flourish. "This one."

    "Is Rosalie a musician?"

    "No. I am. I thought maybe she so would think of me. Is that

    okay?"

    Mrs. Patton smiled. "I think she'll love it. Would you like

    these gift wrapped?"

    James nodded, relieved that he didn't have to fumble his way

    through that. He had talented fingers in more ways than one, but he
    was never good at wrapping gifts, something his mother complained
    about every time he gave her something.

    James walked out with a spring in his step, lost in thought, when

    he bumped into another person on his way out. It was Rosalie, who
    turned crimson when she saw him. She was also carrying two
    gift-wrapped packages. "I; I got done early," she said, her
    face telling the truth even when her lips didn't. Mrs Patton watched
    them walk away with a twinkle in her eye. They were such a cute
    couple, and James picked out the exact scarf Rosalie had been pining
    for ever since they put it on the sales floor.

    It was the last rehearsal for the Christmas Eve pageant, and James

    had run into a problem. Little Shirley had developed stage fright.
    The little girl who lost her ladybug button wasn't in her spot, or
    any other child's spot either, and instead of practicing everyone in
    the sanctuary was calling her name, to no avail.

    Shirley's mother had died recently, and her father wasn't in the

    picture, so she was living at an orphanage. A converted school bus
    came and picked up all the children in town who would like to go to
    church and didn't have transportation, and Shirley became a favorite
    of all the congregants. She was sweet, and quiet, with big,
    expressive brown eyes, not unlike Rosalie's. All the older ladies
    wanted to sneak her gum during church, and it wasn't unusual for one
    of them to pull out a handkerchief and a ballpoint pen to show her
    how to make a doll out of her thumb, or how to fold her hands to make
    a church, a steeple and all of the people.

    But there were no old ladies tonight. Just a lot of elementary

    school children being herded by their mothers while wearing their
    father's bathrobes, with beards drawn on with grease pencils and
    pillow cases tied around their heads. Except for the angels, who wore
    gowns made of worn, white bed sheets and wings made of tinfoil
    wrapped around wire hangers. There were always a few little ones who
    saw the sea of people in the pews and got nervous, but usually they
    could be coaxed out by reminding them there would be cookies and
    punch in the back room later.

    This case of nerves was especially concerning for two reasons.

    Number one, there wasn't a sea of people. They were rehearsing, and
    the only adults there were the parents of children who were too
    little to be away from their mothers. Baby Jesus, and a couple of
    lambs done up adorably in faded blanket sleepers and little hoods
    covered in cotton balls. So it was unlikely Shirley was experiencing
    actual stage fright. Secondly, they had given Shirley a very
    important part. She was the Angel of the Lord.

    The adults had the idea that maybe Shirley was being looked over

    at her foster home and school, and they wanted her to feel special.
    The Angel of the Lord didn't have any lines, since they were doing a
    tableau with narration and music, but the role required the child to
    look very solemn as they stood tall on a stepladder behind the
    stable, pantomiming to the shepherds with a foil star on a dowel rod
    down towards the manger.

    Shirley had been very excited and took her role very seriously

    until right now. Suddenly she wasn't in her place, and everyone
    called her name and looked behind the pulpit and altar when James
    spotted a patent leather Mary Jane poking out from under one of the
    pews. He bent down and saw two brown eyes peeking out at him, which
    immediately screwed shut, as if not seeing James would make her
    invisible too.

    "Shirley," he said, kindly but firmly, "It's time

    for rehearsal. We need you to come do your part." Silence.
    "Everyone is counting on you." More silence. "If you
    don't come out, we'll have to find another actor to take your place."
    At that, Shirley shrieked and kicked her legs but did not come out.
    "No, no, no!" she cried. James wasn't sure if she was
    saying no to coming out or no to someone else doing her part, but he
    was at a loss.

    He stood up, thinking for a moment. He turned to one of the older

    children dressed as a shepherdess, and said "Go find Rosalie."

    Rosalie was with Mrs. Russell in the back room, watching over the

    babies and toddlers who were as of yet too young to be in the
    program. Mrs. Russell was setting out Dixie cups of red Kool-Aid and
    graham crackers on napkins while Rosalie herded the little ones to
    the small table. When the children were settled and making a tad less
    ruckus, Mrs. Russell decided to ask Rosalie the burning question that
    had been on everyone's mind.

    "So, how is James?"

    Rosalie's cheeks turned pink, and she gave a Mona Lisa smile.

    "He's quite well."

    "He seems to be. I think everyone is happy for the two of

    you. And quite curious."

    Rosalie didn't say anything, just continued smiling in her

    enigmatic way, her big brown eyes twinkling. They were always a
    reliable barometer to her mood, and said more than her voice ever
    could.

    Mrs. Russell couldn't figure out how to ask what she wanted to

    know, and she realized that it was none of her business, but she just
    couldn't resist continuing.

    "Well, I hope you are as happy as you appear to be."

    Rosalie chuckled. "How happy do I appear to be?"

    It was Mrs. Russell's turn to chuckle. Rosalie and James were both

    slippery as eels when it came to wrangling information. She had to
    admit defeat.

    "Very happy."

    "Good," said Rosalie. "Because it's true. I

    couldn't be happier."

    "James has always seemed like a good man, and he de

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  • The Damsel in the Congregation: Part 2
    The Damsel in the Congregation: Part 2.
    James & Rosalie spend their first day
    together as lovers.

    Based on a post by KikiKisses.

    Listen to the ►Podcast at Explicit Novels.



    Rosalie and James laid on her bed, breathing hard, when he started

    to laugh incredulously. What had just happened? Had a life-long
    hermit, purposely indifferent to girls and romance and the
    possibility of ever, ever falling for someone, just made desperate,
    passionate love? And not just to any girl, but the sweetest little
    garden sprite imaginable? Was he actually thinking in metaphors? Is
    that what love does?

    Rosalie popped her adorable face up to his and giggled. "Oh,

    that was wonderful. Let's do it again!" He was still gasping for
    breath between little spurts of laughter. He pulled her face to his
    and kissed her with a hearty smack that made her giggle even more as
    she laid her head on his chest. Her hand snuck down and he grabbed
    her wrist. "Not yet," he wheezed. She tilted her head to
    the side and made a pouty face, then kissed him; first sweetly then
    passionately, moving her tongue against his and humming like she was
    enjoying a particularly delicious treat.

    "Are you really ready to go again?" James's eyes were

    bulging.

    Rosalie sat up cross-legged. "I think so. Of course, you did

    most of the work; this time." She stroked his face and looked
    lovingly at him, then laid back down with her head on his chest. "Oh,
    hold me please. I can't stand not having every bit of you against
    me."

    He was thrilled to acquiesce, rolling to his side and laying her

    head against his arm so he could look into those enormous brown eyes,
    finally giving himself permission to memorize them, and every inch of
    her.

    "I can't believe this happened," he whispered.

    She kissed him again. "I can. I've never wanted anything so

    much. I've been dreaming about it for months."

    "Was it; what you hoped?" James was nervous. Even though

    she seemed to be having a grand time, and he was pretty sure he had
    made her climax when he touched her below, he was still insecure. He
    was just so; average. Medium build, a boring face and the world's
    most ordinary cock. But her face when he was in her seemed very
    happy, and she squealed and gasped as he moved, just making it up as
    he went along, trying to settle into a rhythm.

    "Um hmm," she nodded slyly. "Better, even."

    They could barely stop kissing to converse. They sometimes only

    got a word or two out at a time, their lips punctuating like commas.
    James was very surprised by her. He knew girls could be very
    romantic, but he didn't know they could be that enthusiastic about
    sex. She had immediately tried to drag him to her bedroom, and when
    he finally felt comfortable enough to go she was yanking his pants
    off like they were running out of time. She seemed to love every
    minute, and she was already ready for seconds?

    "Was this your; first time?"

    Rosalie seemed a little offended, but decided not to spoil things

    by getting too put out. "Of course. You are the first person
    I've ever been in love with. Couldn't you tell?"

    James remembered it hurt her a little, and it took a bit of doing

    to push through, but he really didn't know if it was always like that
    or just the first time.

    "I; don't really know. I've never even kissed a girl before.

    I never expected to, so I didn't really try to; learn anything."

    Rosalie's eyes became sultry. "Well, you're a quick study,"

    she whispered, kissing his neck. "I didn't know if I'd be able
    to come the first time. It must be because you are a pianist. Those
    long fingers of yours know how to touch the keys just right."
    James felt himself growing hard again as his eyes widened and his
    cheeks burned. Who was this girl? He fell in love with her sweetness,
    her gentleness, and the way her eyes seemed to reach straight into
    his soul. Well, she was always a bit of an enigma, and this was a
    delightful surprise.

    He rolled on top of her, and kissed her slowly and sensuously. She

    was right, he was a fast learner. He nipped her neck, and moved down
    slowly kissing and licking her nape, her chest. He was just doing
    what he wanted, and it was what she wanted too. They were perfectly
    in tune. He kissed his way down to her tits, and her breath caught
    when he pulled one into his mouth, sucking and nibbling while his
    hand toyed with the other one, squeezing it and playing with her hard
    nipple.

    "James," she quietly gasped. "Oh; oh;" Her

    voice collapsed into a strangled sound as he switched tits and began
    to fondle the other nipple, wet from his tongue, stiff and swollen.
    Rosalie's responses were ecstatic, and she spread her legs so he
    could move his other hand down to her soft, slippery cunt. He was
    excited that he had made her come earlier from touching her little
    nub, and couldn't wait to try again.

    Rosalie's sounds were almost like crying. She was so desperate, it

    was hard for her to tell him what to do, and he tried to remember.
    The left side seemed more sensitive, and she moaned when he used his
    pointer and middle finger to flutter against it. Her breath grew more
    ragged, her face contorted, she grunted almost in frustration but he
    could tell he was doing it right. He took one of her tits into his
    mouth again and she let out a sound almost like she was in pain.

    "Harder," she whispered, straining. She started making

    little staccato grunts. "Faster" she gasped and he could
    tell she was trying hard to be still, to not disrupt his rhythm. Her
    little bud was so hard, so slippery. His own erection was almost
    unbearable, he got more and more aroused as he watched her little
    body squirm. He kept sucking her nipple and her voice got louder.
    Suddenly her whole body leapt, her back arching, her hips thrusting
    against his hand. She let out a final cry, covering her face with her
    hands. He let go of her nipple with a pop and she moaned, her voice
    strained. "Please. I need you."

    He slid into her with no resistance and she thrust against him,

    holding him as though she were afraid he would slip away. He tried to
    be more deliberate this time, moving slower and finding a rhythm,
    like he did when he was rubbing her. Soon she joined him, pushing her
    hips up when he thrust down. "Kiss me," she moaned, and he
    smashed his mouth into hers, their tongues thrusting in time.

    Satisfied that she was enjoying herself, James concentrated on his

    own pleasure. He was overwhelmed, there were so many things happening
    at once. His tongue in her mouth, her tits pressed against his chest,
    her hands gripping the back of his hair, her feet against his ass.
    The feeling of being inside her was indescribable.

    Something in the back of his head told him men were supposed to

    try and last, but he couldn't begin to figure that out right now. His
    body was on autopilot, chasing after the ultimate sensation. He
    slammed harder and she gasped out his name, alternating with "Yes!"
    He hit his peak and exploded inside her, trembling and collapsing
    against her. He had never felt anything like it in his life. He could
    live forever inside her tight, pink softness and never grow weary.

    He lifted his head and looked at her. Her eyes were closed, her

    lips were moving like they were trying to speak but nothing was
    coming out. Every time he looked at her, she was more beautiful than
    the moment before. Tears started streaming down her face. "Oh
    James; I love you. I love you." She kept saying it, over and
    over, and he kissed her face, finally lifting up part of the sheet to
    gently dab them away. He knew tears were her default emotion, but he
    still worried about it. He wondered if he would ever stop worrying
    about everything.

    "Rosalie; are you alright?"

    She nodded, and then burst in tears anew. "I'm just so happy

    that it hurts. My heart is aching even more than before."

    He teared up as well. "Me too. Oh Rosalie. How did this

    happen?"

    "I prayed for you. Every night after my parents died, I

    prayed that I would find him. That I wouldn't be alone anymore. I saw
    you, and I wondered if maybe it was you. It wasn't the first time, I
    had been looking for years. The first touch of your hands to the
    organ keys I felt a bolt of lightning go through me. The first note.
    It happened all at once. I saw your hands move, I saw your face, I
    heard something beyond just the notes. And when our eyes met, I knew
    for sure."

    She kept sobbing. "But it wasn't happening. You kept moving

    farther and farther away from me. It hurt so bad, James. I loved you
    more and more every time I saw you, and you wouldn't even look at me.
    I thought perhaps I was crazy, thinking you could love me. Today was
    our last chance. What if you didn't come? I don't even want to
    imagine it."

    "I don't either. Oh Rosalie. I'm so sorry I hurt you. I was

    hurting myself, if that makes you feel any better."

    She laughed. "Maybe a little bit. You deserve it."

    "I do. I do. I accept it. I was a fool."

    "Why, James? Why were you so closed off?"

    "I; I don't know." James grimaced a little bit. He had

    tried to forget most of his life before he came here, and he had been
    successful, for the most part. "I just felt like nothing, and
    why would something want nothing?"

    "How can you say that?" Rosalie reached up to touch his

    face." You are a talented musician, and you are a good man. I
    know you are. Unless you have some dark, hideous secret I don't know
    about."

    He smiled wryly. "No. Nothing salacious. Nothing at all. Lots

    of people can play the piano. It's really; it's the only thing I'm
    good at. Maybe that's it. I wasn't a great pupil, or popular. I just;
    faded. My family never seemed very impressed with me. I didn't have a
    lot of friends, and I just sort of; decided; that I was meant to be
    alone."

    "Darling, that doesn't make any sense. Look at all the gross,

    piggish men in the world who are married. And all the ordinary ones.
    Most people aren't very exciting, but they manage to find someone who
    is excited by them." She smiled, and kissed him. "I am;
    extremely excited by you."

    "I'm trying to accept that. This still doesn't feel real."

    "Why don't you just tell me you are excited by me, too?"

    She tilted her head flirtatiously.

    James grabbed her face and kissed her hard, pushing his tongue

    into her mouth. "There, how's that?"

    She frowned teasingly. "I still want you to say it."

    "Rosalie." He began to alternate kissing her neck, her

    lips, her shoulders. "I have never been so turned on in my life.
    I couldn't look at you before, because the second I saw your big
    brown eyes something else would get big too." James chuckled,
    and gently bit her shoulder, causing her to shiver. "I couldn't
    get comfortable. I couldn't say I wanted you, I didn't even think it
    to myself. But I did, and I do, and I always will. You are the
    sexiest thing I have ever seen."

    Rosalie's eyes were clouded by desire, and she whimpered a little.

    "Go on."

    "Did you know I had never seen a woman's tits before?"

    "Not even in pictures?

    James blushed. "Well; once an older boy in the neighborhood

    tried to show me some magazines, but it made me sick to my stomach,
    and I tried to forget what I saw. There was something about their
    faces that felt horrible to me." James looked down at Rosalie's
    tits and began to work his way down, kissing them. She took a deep
    breath and sighed.

    "Then I saw yours and I was so happy, because they are

    perfect. I don't ever want to see any others. Your nipples look like
    chocolate kisses, and I want them to just; melt in my mouth. They
    taste better than chocolate though." He licked one nipple, then
    the other. Rosalie closed her eyes and took a quick breath.

    "James; I; I want you to know how good it feels." He

    held her tits and began to alternate quick little licks right on the
    tip of her nipples, teasing her, and she let out a shuddering breath.
    "Oh; oh god;" Rosalie never swore, but it was almost like
    she was praying. For him to stop, or continue, or in thanks and
    praise for the joy of this blessing. "I; I;" She made a
    sound like she was thirsty and finally drank some water. He caught
    her nipple gently between his teeth, and ran his tongue over it. She
    put her hands over her face. "How; how are you doing that? How
    do you know?" He could see her start to writhe.

    "I'm just doing what I want," he whispered, and he

    pulled her nipple into his mouth and sucked lightly, rubbing the
    other one between his thumb and forefinger. He alternated this for a
    while, interjecting the teasing, light bites that made her gasp. He
    was really starting to enjoy the exquisite torture he was inflicting
    on her.

    "Can you; are you ready to?" She was panting, and he

    knew from the movement of her hips that she was ready for another
    round. But his own cock was spent.

    "I can't yet; but I would love to touch you again." And

    he decided to tease her a little more. He stroked her soft hairs over
    her puffy mound. She grimaced. He stroked her where her thighs met
    her hips, running his fingers over her belly button and down right
    under her soft belly to the expanse above her vulva. He rubbed each
    side of her outer lips, stroking with one finger, tickling her
    softly, and she hissed and thrust her hips up. Finally he stroked her
    pussy very slightly, up and down, gently dipping in a little farther
    with each pass.

    "Please;" she groaned.

    "Please what?" James felt utterly wicked, watching his

    beloved shudder and squirm.

    "Please; please touch me."

    "I am touching you."

    "Touch me on the top; you know where."

    He touched her on the top of her vulva, on the outside.

    "Here?"

    She whimpered. "You're being cruel."

    He chuckled. "Am I?"

    She grabbed his hand and thrust it on her clitoris. "Here! Oh

    please, please!"

    He gently stroked her, almost soothingly. "Ah. Why didn't you

    say so?"

    "James; please rub me."

    "I am rubbing you."

    Her voice was catching. She was so red, so swollen, so incredibly

    wet. He was fascinated. He didn't know anything about this even this
    morning, and now he was learning not just how to arouse his lover,
    but drive her mad. He had no idea how much fun he'd been missing.

    "James!" She cried out, wiggling her hips.

    "Shush," he whispered, and he began to move his fingers

    in little circles around the firm little bud. He dipped his fingers
    down for more wetness, and she drew her legs up, her feet almost to
    her hips. "Yes; that's it;" she whimpered.

    "It's so beautiful," he whispered as he gently rubbed

    her. "It looks like rose petals, covered in dew. I could write
    an entire symphony just about this part of your body." Rosalie
    moaned, her hands gripping the sheets. This new movement seemed to be
    working, and when he talked he could feel a new rush of wetness each
    time. Her mouth was open and her eyes; she looked like she was in a
    completely altered state. He decided to just keep doing what he was
    doing, not changing his pace, or pressure, or angle. And he decided
    to keep talking to her.

    "Hmm; do you like this, honey?" Rosalie let out a pained

    squeak. "That's right, kitten. Just enjoy yourself."
    Kitten? It was utterly bizarre how being in love, and lust, brought
    all kinds of endearments and expressions that would have felt
    completely foreign to him before. He had practically considered
    himself asexual up til that morning and now he was pleasuring a
    nubile goddess for the third time that day, and talking her through
    it like he was her skiing instructor or something.

    The word kitten definitely did something to her, he could feel her

    stiffen when he said it, and she flushed even deeper. He kept up the
    circles, his long, limber fingers used to repetitive movement. He
    suddenly had an idea, and moved his fingers down, using the heel of
    his hand to keep pressure on the little bud. At first she made a
    little cry of disappointment, but then she felt one of his long,
    slender fingers enter her and start to move in and out and her cry
    quickly turned into a sigh.

    "Is that good, baby?" She nodded, her face contorting.

    She looked like she was hurting, and he knew now that was a great
    sign. He felt something at the back of her, a little rough spot, and
    he crooked his finger towards it and began to rub it more
    deliberately, testing it. She jumped, and then began to move her hips
    a little.

    "Hmm;" she sighed, and he slipped another finger in,

    still grinding on her hard little nub with the heel of his hand. Her
    face kept tensing and relaxing in time with the movement of his
    fingers inside of her, and he could tell she was getting close. He
    sped up just a little, and went a little harder, and she was trying
    very hard to stay still but she couldn't resist gently lifting her
    hips and pulsing against him.

    Her face kept twisting, and she kept whimpering. "You look so

    sexy, Rosalie," he whispered, his voice husky. She was
    shuddering; she was so incredibly close; her voice made little
    staccato sobs. "That's right, Kitten. You want to come, don't
    you? What do you need, baby?" She whined incoherently, biting
    her lip. "Oh sweetie; I just want you to feel as good as you
    make me feel." She cried out, she was becoming frustrated, even
    though the pleasure was better than ever. Finally he changed tactics.
    "Rosalie, my darling; I love you so much. Show me how much you
    love me."

    "James!" she almost screamed, and came harder than she

    had before. "Oh god;" She was trembling. "It's; so;
    good; please kiss me." He bent down; he kept his fingers inside
    her, gently stroking them in and out, and kissed her slowly, his
    tongue lazily exploring her mouth. It took her a long time to regain
    coherence this time, and he was full of pride. The sexiest girl he'd
    ever met was practically melting into the sheets because of what he'd
    done to her. This was beyond his wildest dreams. When Rosalie found
    speech again she turned and looked at him with her gigantic brown
    eyes and challenged him.

    "Are you Quite Certain you've never done this before?"

    James laughed. "As far as I can remember, no."

    Rosalie shook her head. "How. How are you so good at that."

    It wasn't really a question.

    James's face grew serious. "I love you, and all I want to do

    is please you. Making you climax might be my greatest accomplishment
    in this life."

    She let out a shuddering breath. "This is the best day of my

    life. And it's only;" she squinted at the clock, "3:00 pm."

    "Oh good," said James. "We have hours yet."

    "I forgot; you have to go home at some point."

    James kissed her, and held her face. "You are my home, no

    matter where I lay my head. But yes, I probably should stay the night
    at my place."

    "Let's not think about it right now."

    "Agreed." He paused. "So, how many times do you

    think we can make love in a day?"

    Rosalie laughed. "I don't know, but I'm ready to find out. Do

    you think we'll ever get tired of it?"

    James sighed. "I guess at some point people have to go back

    to their regular lives, and somehow they get used to it, but I can't
    imagine that right now." He laid on his side and pulled her to
    him,

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