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 Let The Joyous News Be Spread The Wicked Old Witch At Last Is Dead!!!!

   (With apologies to Frank L!  lol)

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   Chapter 7

   ("I'm the Midnight Man

   I do all I can

   To make sure that I am

   The Midnight Man")

   We slowly came to our senses, reaching a hand out to one another and
holding tightly while we wiped away our tears with the other.

   I moved toward Carrie, gently pulling her into my arms.  She came easily
to my embrace, molding herself to me.

   We sat quietly for several minutes, holding each other.

   Our silence was so peaceful that I feared breaking it.  I felt so at
home in her arms.

   I wanted this to last forever.

   Carrie spoke first, "Arthur...are you hungry?" She giggled as she asked
me this.  She gently moved back and crawled off the bed.  She stood there,
naked and gloriously beautiful.  She stretched her hand out to me and I
took it while I lifted myself to my feet.

   Only then did I realize that my shoes were still on my feet.  I stared
down at them for a moment as though they were alien invaders.  Carrie
snorted mirthfully.  I looked up and said, "I must have been distracted!"
She snorted again and moved off toward the door, pulling me with her.  I
ignored my sneakers and went with her.

   Can you imagine my delight in watching her backside as she walked in
front of me?  It moved and bounced like two perfect half-globes, the
overall effect enhanced and balanced by the delicious flaring of her wide
hips.

   I started to get hard again.

   Her ass was such a joy to behold; I simply let go of any other thought.

   I almost bumped into her when she came up short just inside the kitchen.
She immediately turned and put her arms around me, hugging me fiercely
while asking, "What should we have for a snack, Chef?" There was a distinct
note of humor in her voice, so I played along.

   "We could whip up something, I'm sure," I said.  "Why don't you pull out
some Lobster, some Butter, and some fresh Green Beans?" I could not say
this with a straight face, and Carrie dropped both hands to my ass and
pinched me.  Both sides!  I yelped, but she had actually been very gentle.

   "Okay, okay," I said, "maybe we could just have some Corn Flakes!"

   Carrie laughed along with me.  She let me go and reached into the
cupboard above the sink counter.  She pulled out a package of Oreos and
handed them to me.  Then she opened the fridge, grabbing the Kefir and the
grapes.  She pushed the door shut on the fridge and turned towards me. 
"Are you okay with drinking from the carton?" she asked.  "You wouldn't be
concerned with catching my germs, would you?" She started giggling again as
she spoke.

   When she laughed, her breasts shook in the most delightful way; this
sight transfixed me, and Carrie took notice of my staring.  "Earth to
Arthur!" she said.  "Are we going to eat, or...  what?" she giggled some
more.

   My response was to get harder!  I reached out and took the grapes and
Oreos from her, and turned around.  I walked back out of the kitchen toward
the living room.  Carrie followed me to the couch, putting the Kefir on the
coffee table.

   I could feel my hard on bouncing along as I went, which only made it
harder.  I placed the grapes and Oreos on the table, and sat down.  Carrie
joined me on the couch, sitting against me.  Her hip was right against mine
and she put a hand on my thigh.  I leaned forward and kissed her, putting
my hands on her shoulders to steady her and myself

   Carrie reached up with her other hand and caressed my face.  The hand on
my thigh moved to my cock, lightly wrapping her fingers around me and
holding still.

   She broke our kiss, but held onto me.

   "Arthur" she said, "I think I will have some more of you after I have
some cookies.  My tummy will growl otherwise." She gave my cock a light
squeeze and let it go, reaching with the same hand to grab the cookies
which she put on her lap and opened carefully at one end.  She placed the
open package on the table after pulling two cookies out, handing me one and
putting the other completely into her mouth.

   I gave her a look of mock horror.  She smiled brightly and asked me,
"What?  Did I do something wrong?" The actual sound was more like, "Wha'...
did ah doo sumping ronnn?" I could tell she was suppressing her laughter,
clearly afraid of spewing cookie all over the place.

   I smiled widely, and slowly put my cookie in front of her, displaying it
for a demonstration.  "Oreos are never, repeat: NEVER to be eaten in such a
barbarian fashion!  They require a deft, delicate touch, and consumption
must always be accomplished with great flourish and aplomb!" As I said
this, I slowly pulled one side away from the other of my cookie, and put
the filling side up to my mouth.  "The delectable interior is ALWAYS to be
savored first", I said, and proceeded to gently lick and gnaw the white
confection from the black wafer.

   I did this with a sense of showmanship, taking time with my tongue to
carefully lick the white filling off the hard round.

   Carries eyes became focused on my mouth, and her eyelids seemed to
narrow.  Her attention was fully on what I was doing, and I could see her
nipples getting hard.  She watched as I finished the icing and popped the
wafer into my mouth.  "Only when the proper preparation of the cookie has
been accomplished should you consume the entirety of it", I said, giggling.

   Carrie giggled along with me.  I picked up the Kefir and opened the
spout.  I made a show of sniffing the contents, and then I held it
carefully under the light, peering in to see.

   "Always check the Kefir, " I said.  "When it goes off, it is very nasty.
Believe me, you don't want to find out how nasty!" I could tell it was in
great shape so I started to lift it up to my mouth.  On the way there, I
stopped, lowered the carton and handed it over to Carrie.  "Ladies first,
Ma'am!" I said.  "My mom would pop me one if I forgot my manners!" Carrie
smiled at me and took the carton, lifting it to her lips and tentatively
taking a sip of the rich milk.

   She savored it for a moment and then her eyes lit up.  "Arthur!  This is
good stuff!" She lifted it back to her mouth, this time taking a mouthful.
She handed the carton back to me, and I promptly put it to my lips and
knocked back at least a half-cup.

   Kefir was one of my favorite food groups.

   And, I knew it was wise to stoke up a bit.

   Further activity this night was seemingly guaranteed!

   Carrie took the Kefir back and carefully drank some more.  She put the
carton down and grabbed two more cookies, handing me one while she once
again popped hers in her mouth and started crunching.  I laughed and picked
up the grapes, picking several from the bunch and looking her in the eye.
"May I?" I asked, as I proffered a grape to her.  Carrie smiled and put out
her hand to take the offering.  Instead, I moved my hand toward her mouth.

   She caught on instantly, moving her hand to my knee instead and opening
her mouth.  I gently placed the grape on her tongue, leaving my thumb and
finger in her mouth for a moment.  She seized the opportunity to close her
lips around my digits, sucking and licking them.

   Did I mention that I was already hard?

   I got harder.

   Much harder.

   Carrie lightly held my fingers that way with her lips and teeth, all the
while her tongue was busily licking them.  For my part, I was not about to
move them!

   I carefully maneuvered the cookie in my other hand into my mouth,
lifting it off my hand with my tongue, avoiding spilling the grapes there
with some difficulty.  I crunched the cookie, knowing she would hear it. 
Her eyes twinkled as she took this in, and she let my fingers go from her
mouth.

   "Arthur!  Is that any way to eat an Oreo?" she laughed.

   I laughed with her.  "I think it is wise to follow the lead of one's
hostess, don't you?" I replied.

   For answer, Carrie opened her mouth again.  I grabbed a few grapes this
time and gently placed them in her mouth.  She accepted them and moved her
head back enough to avoid my fingers as she started chewing.  I placed the
remaining grapes in my mouth and reached for the bunch, pulling another
handful from it and offering Carrie some more.  She put her hands together
and accepted them from me.  We continued eating then in a gentle silence.

   We were comfortable with one another, not needing to fill the moments
with words, but rather just doing the next thing together in a natural way.
I reflected then that I had rarely ever felt so comfortable with anyone,
much less a naked beautiful woman.  Only twice before had I been so at home
with a woman, and that had been a long time before that night.

   My stomach sent the message that no more food was needed, and I did not
ignore it.  Quite often I did, and it is a good thing indeed that I swim
like I do: extra calories are so attractive!

   On this night, I had other things on my mind.  I put the few remaining
grapes back on the coffee table.

   Carrie took another swig of Kefir, and then she turned to me.  She
leaned into me and put her lips to mine.  I returned the kiss with gusto
and pulled her against me.  I was getting hard again.  I put one hand on
her breast, gently capturing the nipple between my thumb and first finger.
It was hard as a rock and Carrie gave out a tiny groan.  I considered this
to be encouragement so I cupped her breast in my hand and broke the kiss.

   "Carrie, I think I'd like to take my shoes off now," I said.  I stood
up, pulling her up to stand with me.  "Is there someplace where we could
get more comfortable?" I asked with a grin.

   Carrie said, "I know just the place," and walked me into her bedroom. 
Once again I marveled at the remarkable beauty of her form.  Carrie had a
special quality to her body that is difficult to define.  Her torso is just
right and her legs fit her perfectly.  Her upper body is well muscled
without appearing butch.  Her breasts jut out wonderfully from a strong and
well-toned chest.  Her head is properly proportioned and her hair is black
and lustrous.

   Did I mention that she looks like a goddess?

   We came to stand with each other at the side of her bed.  For the first
time I noticed that it was queen size and silently thanked God for it.  As
big as I am, it is always a very good thing to have a decent amount of
space in which to sleep.  Or work, for that matter!

   Carrie stood on her tiptoes to kiss me, and as soon as we locked lips
she pushed me to sit on the bed.  She never broke our kiss, but arranged me
so that she could sit on my lap facing me.  Her hand found my cock as soon
as she was settled and began a soft steady rhythmic squeezing.  I
reciprocated by putting both hands to her nipples, gently squeezing each
one with thumb and forefinger while cupping her breasts.

   She moaned low in her throat.  It sounded like a growl.

   She broke the kiss and slid back off my lap, lowering herself to her
knees in front of me.

   "May I help with these, Sir?" she asked, grinning wide.  She grabbed my
left foot and placed it on her knees, already pulling the laces as she
spoke.

   "Wonderful service y'all got here, Ma'am!" I answered.  Carrie made
quick work of getting both shoes off, casually tossing each one over her
shoulder as they came free of my feet.  I found great humor in her
unselfconscious attitude with my shoes, and could not repress a chuckle. 
She looked up at me and gave me a thousand watt smile.

   "I think you are now officially 'comfortable', Sir" she said.  She was
chuckling.

   My feet were now on the floor on either side of her, and she leaned
forward and put her mouth over my hard on in one fluid motion.  I was not
expecting this, and gave out a groan of pleasure.  Her mouth was giving
maximum pleasure; I could feel her tongue flicking back and forth across
the underside of my cock.

   I carefully put my hands on either side of her head and firmly lifted
upwards, Carrie was reluctant to let go, but finally came with my hands,
looking up at me with heavy lidded eyes.

   "Something wrong, Arthur?" she asked.  I answered her by pulling her to
me in a kiss and maneuvering our bodies in such a way as to cause her to
lie out on the bed next to me.  When she was flat I put a hand on her
breast and moved my leg between hers, pushing up with my thigh until it was
in full contact with her very wet pussy.  She pushed right back against me
and moved a hand down between us to grasp my cock.  As soon as she had hold
of me, she began pulling me toward her crotch.

   I was completely willing to go where she led!

   I moved with her until I was on my knees between her legs.  Carrie had
me firmly in her grasp and pointed me right to her hole.  She was breathing
fast and her eyes were almost closed.  The look on her face was of desire
and I could feel her heat on the head of my cock because she had it
positioned just at the entrance to her pussy.

   The way she was guiding me made it plain that she wanted to put me in
her this moment.

   I held back.

   She moaned, and pulled a little bit harder.

   I smiled down at her, and waited until she realized that I was not going
any further.

   "Arthur, please, don't tease me!" she said.

   Her eyes were fixed on mine, now, and I felt such a rush of affection
for her.  I put my hand over her hand holding my cock, and said, "I want to
fix this moment in my mind, Carrie.  I don't ever want to forget it."

   Carrie came up off the bed and with her free hand pulled herself to me,
kissing me wildly.  She did all in her power to drive herself onto my
erection, but I held myself back and instead I carefully laid her back to
the bed.

   She slowly let me go when I moved to get back on my knees.  All this
time she had never let go of my cock and now her grasp was almost painfully
tight.

   "You're not getting away, mister!" she hissed, a smile playing around
her mouth.  She continued to pull me, and now I moved forward just enough
to place the head of my cock at the opening to her tunnel.  The heat was
intense.  Carrie started moaning, and she said, "Please, Arthur, don't
tease me anymore!  Fuck me!  Fuck me now!"

   I smiled wickedly.  I was now certain that this night would forever be
burned into my memory.

   I reached with my free hand and placed my thumb right on her clit,
rubbing it gently and moving it back and forth across what I could reach of
her vulva.

   She screamed and bucked against me.  Now I allowed her to impale herself
on me, not stopping what I was doing with her clit.

   Her eyes flew open and she started moaning loudly, her hips humping up
and back.  Carrie put one hand on the bed next to her to help her push and
locked the other around my wrist where I was continuing to lightly rub her
clit.  She looked into my eyes the whole time, and I could almost see fire
behind them.

   The warmth of her pussy was like liquid velvet, and I could feel the
walls of her pussy tight around me.

   Carrie's moaning got progressively louder, and suddenly broke into an
ululating scream.  Her eyes squeezed shut, and she kept screaming and
bucking, never letting go of my wrist and humping as fast and hard as she
could go.  Her scream broke into short screams punctuated by deep grunts,
and then she just froze up like a statue.  When she did that, her pussy got
so tight I could not move.  Carrie stayed frozen like that for just a few
seconds and then she completely relaxed.

   I held still while she seemed to be catching her breath.  Then I started
moving again, very slowly going back half an inch, then forward again to
fully seated.  Carrie moaned each time I got all the way back in.  I still
had my thumb against her nubbin, but I kept it still.

   Carrie opened her eyes and looked up at me with obvious affection.

   Suddenly she started shaking.  I thought at first she must be having
another orgasm, but then I saw the tears leaking out of her eyes and as
they rolled she started heaving in deep wracking sobs.

   Shit!  I was now completely lost, not knowing what in hell was going on.

   I pulled my hand back from her clit and laid out full over her, taking
her in my arms and quietly holding her while she slowly worked through her
emotion.  Her arms went around me and locked on to me.  I knew enough to
recognize that this was not grief.  Carrie was simply on overload and
needed to "cry it out".  I gently kissed her on the cheek, then on her
neck, then again her cheek and then her nose.  I would alternate these slow
kisses with just nuzzling my face against hers.

   After just a few minutes, she completely quieted.

   My cock had long since softened and fallen out of her pussy.  I was
comfortably laying on my elbows and on her.  With her arms locked around
me, I don't think she wanted me anywhere else.

   I stopped moving and just held her, the side of my face pressed against
her cheek.  Carrie slowly moved her hands down around my sides and brought
them up to my face.  She put her hands to my cheeks and pushed my head up
until she could look me in the eyes.

   "Arthur...." she began.  I waited for her to continue.  "Arthur, I don't
believe what has happened to me today.  I think this qualifies as 'over the
top'." She turned her head and cleared her throat.  "I suppose you have
this effect on all the girls?" she asked, looking back at me with a gentle
smile.

   I grinned at her.  "No, Ma'am, I don't recall ever having a night quite
like this one!" I said.  "You are for sure the first woman that ever cried
from making love to me!" I said.

   Carries eyes clouded over, and her face went slack.

   Oh, shit, again!  I thought.

   "Are you disappointed, Arthur?" she asked, her voice cracking.

   I could see where this was going, and I did not mean to go there.

   I waited a few beats of my heart to answer.

   "I love you", I said, "and if you want to cry all night, I'm okay with
that."

   The look of surprise in her eyes was priceless.

   Her face lit up like a liquor sign and she pressed her lips to mine. 
The kiss started out hard and turned fierce.  She slowly ground her hips
against me and started moaning again.

   My cock got hard again!

   She pulled her face away, and stopped moving against me.

   "Arthur, can we repeat that last order?" she asked, with a huge grin. 
"I think one helping was not enough to take care of my hunger!" Carrie
chuckled as she delivered those words, and I chuckled with her.

   For answer, I simply put my cock against her still dripping pussy and
slowly, bit by bit, pushed it back in until we were pubes to skin, so to
speak.

   Looking in my eyes, Carrie said, "Arthur, I love you, too."

   I shifted my upper body until I was once again in a kneeling position.
When I got there, I reached out and took Carries hands in mine.  Holding
her hands tightly, I started to move slowly in her.  I established a steady
rhythm and used her hands to drive us against one another on my in strokes.
She pulled against me as much as I pulled her to me.

   In short order we found ourselves once again on the way to her orgasm.
This time, I could feel my own approaching.

   "I'm going to come, Carrie!" I warned her.

   She got frantic in her motions, pulling hard against me and moving her
pussy in every direction it could go.

   'So this is what Heaven will be like', I thought.

   Carrie started moaning, and I knew from her previous orgasm that she was
about to scream.

   "Arthur!  Come in me!  Come in me!  Let it go!" she yelled, and started
screaming.

   I followed her direction to the letter!

   I felt my nuts get tight, and then it started.

   The first surge came up my tube, feeling like molten fire as it traveled
to expulsion.

   I roared my release, giving vent from the depth of my lungs.

   Carrie screamed along with me.

   Her pussy felt like it was igniting me into flame.

   The next shot kept me yelling, and Carrie continued to accompany me with
her voice.

   I could feel hot liquid gushing around my cock and onto my balls.

   Carrie continued to buck against me, and her breathing was fast and
barely sufficient it seemed to support the sound coming out of her mouth.

   With the next shot of come, I grunted, and continued grunting with each
successively weaker blast.

   Carrie was now moaning, her motion slowing down to just matching my
gentle shaking.  I shifted position to once again laying out above her.

   I think I may have lost consciousness for a second or two; time seemed
to come to a complete stop.

   Carrie kissed me, very gently licking my lips and moving her hands to
caress my face.  I looked into her eyes and kissed her back.  We stayed
like that for several seconds, staring into each other's eyes and lip
locked.

   We broke the kiss and continued to catch our breath.

   My cock had deflated and was about to slip out.  Carrie felt it and
locked her legs around me.  I slowly let myself down onto her, putting my
weight against her.  She hugged me even tighter, forcing me to put all my
weight on her.

   "You feel so good, Arthur", she said.  "Can we stay like this all night?
I don't want to let you go!" She then kissed my face and nose, ending up on
my mouth with her tongue on my tongue.

   I gently pulled up and away from her, until I could see her clearly.  "I
like that idea, but I don't think I have the strength to do it", I said.  I
moved back to a kneeling position, sliding my hands down her chest and
tummy and back over her hips to rest on her thighs.  Her hands stayed on
the backs of mine.  My cock had already fallen out of her, and now I could
see our fluids leaking out of her pussy.  When I put a hand on her labia,
she shot out her hands to pull mine off.

   "Oh, Arthur, I am WAY too sensitive right now!" she giggled.  "A girl
needs time to recuperate, ya know!"

   I chuckled along with her.  I knew how sensitive my cock would be about
now, and I let her be.

   "Just checking, Ma'am!" I said.  "Wanted to make sure that your 'meal'
was satisfactory!  We aim to please!"

   Carrie laughed and grabbed my hands with hers.  She moved in such a way
as to get me to move over her leg and next to her on the bed.  I lay down
and turned toward her, opening my arms so that she could roll into them.

   She did.

   She kissed me, tenderly and affectionately.

   She pulled back from the kiss, and just lay there staring at me.

   Did I mention that she is beautiful?  I hope I did.

   She was stunning to look at.  Her eyes shone, her skin glowed, and her
body was so perfect it almost brought tears to my eyes.

   "Did I tell you I loved you a few minutes ago?" I asked her, with a look
of disbelief on my face.

   Carrie smiled, but her eyes were guarded as she replied, "Yes....  and?"

   I held the look of wonder on my face for a few more seconds, then I let
a look of relief flood my visage.

   "Good!  Just wanted to make sure!" I said, and then started laughing
uncontrollably.

   Carrie looked puzzled for a moment, then she smiled and punched my
shoulder with her free hand, saying, "Oh, you!"

   I slowly calmed down, pulling her to me to avoid any more punches.  She
came willingly into my arms, burying her face in my chest.

   I stopped laughing and reached down with my free hand.  I lifted Carries
head up until we were face to face, all the while sliding down to make us
even on the bed.

   "I spoke the truth, Carrie.  I love you", I said.

   Her eyes started leaking, but she was not crying.

   "I love you, too, Arthur", she answered.  "What are we going to do?" she
asked.

   I had no clue at that moment what she was talking about, so, applying my
genius mentality to the issue, I thoughtfully replied with, "Ummm.... 
about what?"

   She chuckled.  She moved her head toward me and kissed me, taking her
time with it and lightly licking my lips.  When she pulled back, she said,
"About this change to our lives?"

   I thought about her question for exactly ten seconds.  I had the ability
to count down time without thinking because of my years in the kitchen
where everything needs to be tracked carefully.

   The answer lit up in my minds eye.

   "I have the perfect answer to that", I replied.  "Lets sleep on it, and
if nothing changes between now and when we wake up, lets continue as we
were!"

   Carrie smiled wide, and she gave me a small kiss.

   "Good answer, Chef!" she chuckled.  "I'm impressed!"

   I jumped up from the bed, pulling Carrie with me as soon as I gained my
feet.  She came willingly, but I could tell she was worn out.  "Stand right
here for a second", I said.  I then reached out to the bedspread and
grabbed it back from the pillows.  Pulling the bedding down, I turned to
her and asked, "Should we clean up a bit before we hit the hay?"

   Carrie smiled.

   "Follow me", she said, and led me into her bathroom.  She went to the
sink and grabbed a washcloth hanging over it, turning on the water at the
same time.  As the water started running hot, she put the cloth under it
and then squeezed out any excess.  Turning off the water, she turned to me
and shook out the cloth.

   "Hold still", she said, and started wiping my crotch and genitals with
the warm cloth.  It felt marvelous to be attended to like that.  I was so
content to just stand there and be ministered to.

   ("I remember you

   You're the one who made my dreams come true

   A few

   Kisses ago...")

   Carrie finished and turned back to the sink where she rinsed the cloth
out, and then wrung it again.

   She handed me the cloth, saying, "Now, you do me."

   I complied, gently and oh so lovingly wiping her thighs, labia, and mons
with the warm damp cloth.

   Carrie was purring when I finished.

   She reached out for the cloth, but I moved past her and rinsed it out
myself.

   I looked at her toothbrush hanger and noticed that she had one.  I
reached out to it, removing it and holding it up in front of us.

   "May I?" I asked.

   She seemed surprised at the question, but quickly answered, "I don't see
why not.  I think I know your mouth well enough now to share that!" She
laughed when she said that, and I laughed with her.

   I picked up the toothpaste and put an appropriate amount on it.

   I ran some water over the bristles, and then I turned to Carrie and told
her, "Please open wide!"

   The look of confusion on her face was comical, so I laughed.

   "Don't worry, I promise to go gently and carefully", I said.

   Carrie thought about it for a moment, and then she smiled wide and
opened her mouth.

   I carefully inserted the brush and cleaned her teeth.  I paid special
attention to the molars, and finished up easily because Carrie caught on to
the way to help me get it done quickly.

   When I was done, I stepped back and with a flourish of a hand wave
indicated that the sink was hers.  She rinsed and spit, then rinsed and
spit again.  She quickly washed her face and turned to dry herself on a
towel.

   "Now, please go lay down?" I asked her.  "I can take it from here.  I
have done this before."

   Carrie smiled and said, "Okay." With that, she turned and left the
bathroom.  I finished up and got back to her in a hurry.

   She was lying under the top sheet, watching me as I came toward the bed.
She looked so gorgeous I almost got hard again.

   Although I don't know how I could have gotten hard, I had no breath to
work with.

   She was breathtakingly beautiful.

   I asked her, "Ready for lights out?"

   "Ummm hmmm", she replied.

   I reached over to the lamp next to the bed and turned it off.  I
carefully found my way into the bed and snuggled up against her.  She
turned away from me, snuggling back against me once she was comfortably on
her other side.  I held her close, one arm under her head, the other
holding her breast.  She put her hand over my hand on her breast, holding
it firmly in place.

   "Will you hold me all night, Arthur?" she asked, yawning as she spoke.

   This was just like winning the Sweepstakes!

   "Whilst breath and life doth last", I replied.

   She giggled, and snuggled a bit more.

   Soon, her breathing was soft and even, and I could hear the softest of
snores.

   I lay there for several minutes, wondering at the way life changes on a
dime.

   'Great way to start a Thursday', I thought.

   I drifted off to sleep, wondering if maybe it were true that God does
allow angels to take human form...

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