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Speed Limit
by Christie (csw1980uk@yahoo.co.uk)
***
A young lady finds herself in a dangerous situation.
(Mf-teen, reluc, 1st, drugged)
***
The little Honda was my parent's gift to me on my 16th
birthday and for a whole year I had been the Queen of
my high school in my little chariot. My friends and I
would zip hither, thither, and yon in my little car and
we'd just be this screaming lot of happy girls with
feet dangling out windows and all.
With the end of my senior year arriving, it was time to
select a college and my folks made a few trips with me
to check out some schools. Just after Valentine's Day I
was offered admission at a college across the mountains
from us and it worked out that my folks couldn't go
with me to see it.
"You're a big girl," my mom said, "and we trust you to
take care of yourself, besides, it's just a few hours
away."
That did it.
The following Friday after school I had my bag packed
and left the house even before my folks got home from
work. My dad wanted me to take the Interstate down to
Sacramento and then across to Reno to avoid the snow
across the passes. After I left the house I decided I
knew better and opted to take the two lane highway
along Lake Almanor and save myself two hours on the
drive.
I swung onto the cutoff to Genessee and headed along
the country road to US 395. Passing through the little
excuse of a town called Genessee I popped a Britney
Spears CD in the radio because the mountains were
blocking the reception on the FM. I made the right at
Antelope Lake and Britney was getting a little tired at
that point. Or, I should say that I was getting a
little tired of her. I was messing with the CDs in my
visor when Fruit Grower's Road loomed up on me.
The next thing I knew I was upside down in my
demolished car and I was having a seriously hard time
breathing. My ankles hurt and I couldn't get them loose
from under the dashboard...or was that on top of it?
There was dusty snow settling all about and I decided
to just take a second, get a breath, and assess my
options before I freaked out.
Yeah, that lasted about 30 seconds before I freaked. I
struggled for my purse and the cell phone and screamed
with frustration as the purse spilled open and the
precious phone fell just far enough away from me that I
knew I'd never get it. I cried for about an hour as the
road nearby was silent. I had a spike of hope as a car
drove by but then it was gone and my screaming for help
did no good. It was getting cold.
The sun was settling behind the hills when I heard an
old sounding engine come along and I screamed again.
The sound of the old vehicle started to slip by when I
heard the blessed squeak of the brakes. The engine
sound shuddered with a dieseling sound and then I could
hear a door open and slam.
I was screaming for help again when I heard someone
outside the car.
"Well, you're in quite a mess there, missy."
The face of a man about my dad's age suddenly showed up
in my topsy-turvy world.
I passed out with relief at seeing him.
The next I knew I was in a cozy bed and I briefly had
the thought that this had all been a bad dream. And
then the pain in my ankles brought me back to a sudden
reality. I opened my eyes to a very masculine room with
a gun rack, boots in the corner, and my cozy bed had a
very masculine black & red flannel blanket on it. I
went to move and screamed with pain as my ankles
complained.
"Hey, you're awake. Ya' had me worried there for a
couple days."
The grizzled face looked in at me as I registered his
words.
"How long have I been here?"
He kind of giggled. "Three days now. I had to pry you
out of that car of yours and then the snow came in
'fore I could get you out of here so I did my best on
your legs there and figured to just let you sleep it
off. Ya' must be hungry I imagine."
Hunger was the last thing on my mind.
"I need to call my parents."
Again, the giggle. "Sure. The nearest phone is about
fifteen miles from here in about two feet deep of snow
and you have two busted legs there. You'll see that
phone in due time, I imagine. Meanwhile, how's about
some eggs?"
Mike, his name was, brought me breakfast in bed and
then apologized for cutting off my jeans to get my
ankles splinted up. They had been far too swollen to
get through the tight jeans and I had to reluctantly
agree that he'd done the right thing. He explained how
the original plan was just to get me warmed up and then
get me to help but then the snow came along and his old
pickup truck wasn't up to plowing through so much snow.
He went on to explain how he was a modern day gold
miner and had quit a job in Phoenix as a call center
manager, divorced his wife, and then moved up here to
be alone and to escape the stress of modern living.
The gold miner thing had been sort of a joke to him at
first and then he found a decent vein of gold and
started working it as a mine about five years back. He
now had a decent income from selling the gold in Reno
and had only moved from a trailer to this house after
building it last summer. I asked about the electricity
and he explained the lines for Antelope Lake came right
across his property so it was pretty cheap to hook up
to the grid in this spot.
"I'm just lucky, I guess." is what he said.
After breakfast he went out to do some chores and that
left me alone to take inventory. My purse was nowhere
to be found but my bag with my clothes and stuff for
the weekend...I had to remind myself that the weekend
had gone by...what day was it anyways? Oh, but back to
the inventory, I pulled off the blankets and found my
legs bare down to my ankles which were all bundled up
with what looked like very proper splints.
"I was a medic in the Army and that's where I learned
that if you're wondering."
I quickly covered myself up again.
"Yeah, thanks. It looks pretty good."
He sucked in a lip.
"Say, you're probably overdue to get to the bathroom,
you want some help?"
Come to think of it, I was about to burst in more
places than just one.
"How am I...?"
"Yeah, I'm figuring I'll just have to carry you around
for a while."
As polite as he could be, he picked me up and took me
to the bathroom. When he sat me down on the toilet I
winced as the blood flowing into my legs put pressure
on what I knew were fractures in my ankles. He excused
himself and then closed the door to leave me to my
privacy.
My panties were down around my ankles and I couldn't
get them back up without standing on my feet and I
ended up swallowing my pride and asking for help. Mike
came in and just pointed out that I was probably also
due for a bath and that the warmth might help with my
ankles. I sat there on the toilet as he drew the bath
and then covered myself with the towel he gave me as he
undid my splints and revealed my sorry, swollen,
bruised ankles. They were like little melons they were
so round. Naked from the waist down, he picked me up
and sat me in the tub.
"You might want to get the rest of your equipment off
there and I'll get it all washed for you. Meantime, I
have a t-shirt that's probably big enough for a dress
for you. You wear that when you get done there."
When he left the bathroom and closed the door again I
stripped off my top and my bra and then eased into the
almost-too-hot water. It was very much a balm to my
sore body and my ankles did, indeed, feel much better
as the warmth soothed the pain.
It was maybe an hour and the water was cooling off when
Mike came back into the bathroom. I covered myself with
my hands to save my modesty.
"Look, Lori, you're going to have to deal with the fact
that you and I are going to be seeing a lot of each
other due to your situation. When you get better we'll
be done with this, but for right now save the show for
someone else."
Chastised, I just made small talk and accepted my lot
as he lifted me out of the water and sat me on the edge
of the tub. He dried off my ankles and then put fresh
bindings on them and then let me dry myself off and
then cover up in his t-shirt before he came back in to
get me.
He carried me out to the small living room and put me
in his recliner where my feet were up and the pressure
in my ankles let off so I was comfortable. We decided
that the recliner was to be my new bed since it kept me
comfortable and he really needed a good night's sleep
in his bed so it all worked out just fine.
The next morning I woke up to see the snow piled up to
the window and when Mike came out from his bed he
helped me with my morning bathroom duties and then went
out to shovel the snow off the roof.
I realized that with even more snow on the ground I
wasn't leaving here for a good while.
The next few days saw more snow and saw Mike and I
settle into a routine. Twice a day he'd carry me to the
bathroom, twice a day we'd struggle to get my panties
off, and every other day we'd struggle with my bra when
it was bath time. A week after I had awakened here Mike
decided that my wearing panties was just too much
hassle when it came to going to the bathroom and my
complaints to the contrary were pointless as he just
took all of my clothes, tossed them in my bag, and then
put them out in his shed.
"When you can get them yourself you can wear them
again. End of argument."
Two days later he had to face some facts and I had my
panties back when my period started.
Five days after that I was back to wearing just a t-
shirt.
The third week after I arrived, my ankles were good
enough that I didn't need the splints anymore but I
still needed Mike's help to get around.
It was March 10th and my eighteenth birthday when I
woke up at night and Mike was picking me up from the
recliner.
"What's going on?"
"Shhh, it's a birthday surprise."
He carried me into the bedroom and put me down on the
bed. There was a hurricane lamp going and in the dim
light I could see he'd shaved his beard and moustache
off. He looked okay, you know?
"Uhm, Mike, what's going on?"
He pulled the blankets up over me and leaned in and
kissed me on the forehead.
"I've decided that you're sleeping in here tonight.
You're old enough now. Besides, it gets lonely and I'd
like to have you in here with me is all."
He blew out the lamp and then I heard him shuck his
clothes and then he got into the bed.
"I'm not so sure I should be in here with you." I was a
little nervous, you know?
"Hey, no problem Lori. Feel free to get up and go back
to the chair."
"You know I can't."
He drew in a deep breath. "Yeah, I know you can't. Now
go to sleep."
Of course, sleep never came. He had come to bed and
rolled over so his back was to me and then about an
hour later he rolled back over and one of his big hands
landed on my bare thigh. I sat as still as I could and
then a few minutes later he kneaded my thigh and then
drifted his hand up to my belly.
I knew what he wanted.
"Mike, we can't do this. I don't feel that way about
you."
With that he kissed me full on the lips the softest
kiss I'd ever had. I felt a flash of warmth across my
body as he pulled me tight and kissed me some more. I
went to push him away and felt his body bare against
mine.
I pulled myself from his lips.
"Mike, really, we ca-"
He silenced me with another kiss as his hand went under
my t-shirt and onto my bare side. I felt something wet
brush against my leg and I instinctively knew what it
was. Part of me was saying that I should fight him, but
then another part of me was afraid of rejecting him and
hurting his feelings after saving my life, and another
part of me was sort of interested in what was to come.
I reasoned with myself that there was nothing I could
do and I allowed myself to relax. I just fell sort of
limp and then Mike scooted down on me.
He pushed my t-shirt up and let a thumb linger on my
left nipple. No boy had ever touched me there before
and the feeling was electric and scary all at the same
time. My heart pounded and I began to feel lightheaded
as I was breathing a little hard.
He stopped and I could barely see him the light as he
pushed my t-shirt up. I understood and let him take it
over my head. I was now naked with a real man who
wanted me. It wasn't the wedding night fantasy I'd
dreamed of, but it was real and it was happening
regardless of what I wanted.
He kissed my breasts and then suckled one of my nipples
like he was a baby. In the middle of the suckling he
ran his tongue over the tip of my nipple and it sent
this electric charge across my body and my moan only
seemed to encourage him. He then started kissing both
of my breasts and then worked his way down to my belly
button, licking his tongue in and out of it.
"Oh god. We really shouldn't be doing this, Mike."
I may as well have been talking to a wall.
His kissing of my belly button somehow became a kiss of
my belly just where my pubic hair starts and then I
felt his lips tug ever so gently at the first, smallest
of hairs.
He drew in a deep breath and then leaned in between my
legs. His tongue swept through my cleft and a chill
went up and down my body with the intimate contact. I
arched my back as if to ask for more and then he just
dove on in and unleashed his pent-up abilities on my
inexperienced body. I'd brought myself to orgasm before
but what Mike did to me was a whole new universe of
sexual pleasure that I'd never imagined before.
I kept arching my back to get as much as I could from
this amazing new sensation and found myself frustrated
wanting something *more*. I honestly had no idea what
*more* was at that point and tried to just settle for
what I had.
He put his hands on my legs and pushed them apart and
made me gasp as his tongue drove itself into my cleft.
I thought I was going to pass out when he breached a
line and I suddenly felt him in a place that had never
felt anything move before. I enjoyed every thrust of
his mouth onto my body and every wet, licking probe of
my depths elicited a new, electric response.
"Unghhh, no Michael... Uhm, ngh, no..."
It seemed like someone else was saying it as the
purest, whitest wave of warmth and pleasure swept over
me and enveloped me in the warmest, most satisfying
bliss.
I came to my senses as Mike kissed his way up my body
and then I had the strangest realization as he kissed
me and I smelled and tasted myself for the first time.
His hands were busy while we kissed. One hand
relentlessly massaged my breasts and the other had a
finger that was probing my cleft with a diligent
urgency. I swooned when his finger slipped into me
and...I have no words to explain it, but he did
something that brought me to another orgasm almost
instantly and I wrapped my arms around him to hold him
tight as if to prolong whatever magic he was doing to
me.
I feel back onto the bed exhausted from the exertion of
two mind-blowing orgasms and was barely sensible enough
to register him moving over me. There was a little pain
in my ankles as I had to spread my legs to make room
for him and then the release of that *more* as his body
slipped up against mine. There was a little discomfort
as he slipped back and forth against me and then a
satisfied fullness came over me.
My hands went to his sides and then down to his butt
which was gently rising and falling between my legs. I
tried to make sense of the feeling in my body and then
the feeling of his warm butt in my hands and then I
realized that it wasn't his finger in me.
"Mike, we can't...we can't do this..."
He whispered into my ear, "Too late, we already are."
With that he pulled himself almost all the way out as
if to make the point and then slid himself all the way
back in.
'My God,' I thought, 'it's happening, he's fucking me.'
My concentration suddenly drawn to my pussy I could
feel my pussy lips being pulled back and forth as he
fucked me and the urge to curl my toes despite my
broken ankles was almost too much to bear.
He kissed me as we...fucked... and it was so terribly
erotic to feel is tongue in my mouth and his penis in
my body all at the same time. It was like he was trying
to become a part of me or make me a part of him. He
strained to get deeper into me and I arched my body to
let him all while realizing that everything in my life
was changing with this. Despite everything I'd been
taught growing up I knew that for the rest of my life
I'd be addicted to this feeling.
I was examining my life as this man was fucking me and
I realized that I wasn't using any protection.
"Mike," I disengaged from our kiss, "we're not
protected." I said this in a voice that was breathless
and interrupted by his thrusts.
"Yeah, do you care?" was his whispered answer.
He never heard the answer as he kissed me and silenced
me with his wonderful tongue.
His hands came up to my shoulders as his intensity
gathered and I soon felt the curious sensation of his
balls patting on my ass as he drove into me as deep as
he could.
It seemed like I'd been shocked when the wave of the
orgasm swept over me and I felt my body lurch from deep
inside. At the same time as my orgasm was peaking he
would hold himself in me, then thrust a few times, then
hold, until he finally held himself as deep as he could
in my body and I felt every ripple of his penis as it
began to spasm. It felt like a hose was inside me
pouring sperm right into my womb and the promise of
what it would do blanched my passion. But it was far
too late to stop what I couldn't have stopped if I'd
wanted to and I quietly accepted my first insemination
as I wondered what pregnancy would be like.
I was soaked in his sweat and just lay there beneath
him gathering my breath and my wits for a while. He
kept himself in me as we cooled off and then after a
while I felt him firming up again inside me. Despite my
obligatory protest that we should stop he just kept on.
It was much slower than the first time and with the
novelty of that first passion passed I rather enjoyed
just sitting there caressing him as he lazily pumped
himself into me. It was really very loving and warm the
second time when he looked into my eyes and I felt him
spurting into my now-willing body.
We soon fell asleep next to each other quite exhausted
from the evening.
The next morning I awoke alone only to have Mike come
into the bedroom with my breakfast. It was sort of
surreal as we had a morning chat without any discussion
of the night before. He collected the breakfast dishes
from me when I finished and then carried me to the
bathroom where I decided a bath was in order. When he
left the bathroom I marveled at the white semen that
slipped from me into the toilet and after I flushed it
away I called him back and he helped me with the bath.
Shoveling snow was important again and he was outside
for several hours clearing snow from the roof of the
house and the outbuildings. When he came in for lunch
we were quiet and watching CNN and then after he put
the lunch dishes away he simply came over and picked me
up.
He carried me to the bedroom and I didn't complain as
he took my t-shirt away from me and then he just
stopped and stared at me, naked for the first time in
the daylight.
"My goodness, you're beautiful."
I blushed and pulled the blanket up to cover myself.
Naturally, I did watch as he stripped off his heavy
clothes and I'll admit a bit of surprise when I saw my
first naked cock. When he freed it from his boxers it
bounced a bit and then ever so slight throbbed with the
timing of his heartbeat. I amazed at the thought that
it had been inside of me.
He came to bed and promptly, but gently, got himself
between my legs.
I accepted his kiss without complaint and found myself
rather pleased as he slowly rutted himself against me.
I relaxed and spread my legs for him and then he
entered me measure by measure until he was once again
inside my body. There was that familiar electric
feeling as the desire to have him deep inside arose
again and I found myself whispering at him.
Deep...deeper...please!"
It was wonderful as he pressed himself close into me as
far as he could and I felt my body yield before him. I
was just barely eighteen and here was a man who was
easily in his forties and I was so enraptured by the
act of lovemaking with him that the practicalities of
the world seemed to be utterly forgotten. I looked down
along his side and saw his butt rising and falling on
me and something inside me just seemed so satisfied by
that. There were no fireworks this time, but just a
glowing satisfaction that warmed my belly as I felt him
release himself in me. He laid on me very quietly this
time in the afterglow of his passion and then got up
and dressed himself to complete the last of his chores.
I laid there on the bed and cleaned myself with a
Kleenex and just reveled in feeling like a woman. It
was a good hour or so when I decided to try to hobble
to the bathroom and made my first uncomfortable but not
impossible steps on feet that had not held me up in
over a month. When I got back to the bed I just sat on
the edge and was looking at my ankles when Mike came
back into the room.
"You've been up on your feet?"
"Yes."
"Then I guess with the end of the snow you'll be
wanting to leave then?"
I nodded yes. I had responsibilities. I had college. I
had family who were no doubt worried about me.
"Okay, that'll be fine." He said this as he was
undressing.
"But between now and then I have some needs you're just
going to have to cater to."
Naked, he came to the edge of the bed, parted my knees
and then scooted up between them. This time I got to
watch as he slipped himself into me to fill me for the
fourth time.
"You might leave here, Lori, but before you do you're
getting my baby in your belly if I have anything to say
about it."
I didn't bother complaining. Really, I had no choice in
the matter.
He leaned in and kissed me as I adjusted my mind to the
thought that this man wanted me to bear his child and I
briefly considered fighting him before I just kissed
him deeply to encourage him.
***
The next morning I woke up late and the darkness
outside was unsettling at best. It took some effort for
me to get from the bed to the window and when I pulled
back the curtain I was surprised to see snow almost up
to the top of the window. I called for Mike and there
was no answer. Hobbling out to the kitchen I found a
note from him;
Lori,
The snow knocked out the electricity at the mine
and I have to go fix it so the mine doesn't flood.
I may not be back until late so don't worry. Plenty
of food in the fridge.
Mike
Well, I was hungry so I went to the fridge and found a
sandwich waiting for me and I decided to grab a beer,
too. Yeah, I know, underage drinking and all, but I was
planning on doing this at college anyhow so I helped
myself. I watched a couple movies and then flicked on
the Weather Channel and found that the storm outside
was going to be a doozy. They were predicting as much
as ten feet of snow over the Sierra in the next day or
so and warned people about being out. I was instantly
worried about Mike but not so worried that I didn't get
a second beer.
The spring snow storm was a blizzard by the afternoon
and four beers had me feeling pretty good and not
caring so much. Until I heard the roof creaking. I
realized that Mike had always been around to get the
snow off the roof and now here he was gone and the snow
still needed to be removed. Seriously, I was afraid of
both being trapped inside the house and I was afraid of
the house collapsing on me. Something had to be done.
I fumbled around and got on some of Mike's winter
clothes and his boots and I imagined I looked like a
little kid playing dress-up as I hobbled out to do
battle with the elements of nature. Just getting out
the door was a problem. The light powder would've
normally made me thrill at the thought of snowboarding
it but when it spilled into the mud room it worried me.
It took me a good half hour just to clear my way out to
the porch and then I had a better view of the roof.
It was probably a good three feet of snow built up on
the metal roof and the ice along the edge of the roof
seemed to have made a dam to hold it in place. In
probably the stupidest move of my life (after wrecking
my car) I hit the edge of the roof with the snow shovel
and then watched as tons of snow seemed to take on a
life of its own and slide down the roof.
Right at me.
I stood no chance of getting out of the way but I tried
anyway. I turned in a pirouette making to get out of
the way and I heard the distinct CRACK! of my left
ankle giving way again. I vaguely remember hearing the
right ankle give way right as the snow hit me and blew
me right off the porch and everything turned black.
When I came to my senses I had no idea of how much time
had passed. I was fortunate enough to find my head
poking out of the snow and I breathed a sigh of relief
knowing my foolishness had almost killed me. I started
to pull myself out of the snow and screamed as the pain
from my tortured ankles ripped through me to remind me
that my foolishness had not been unnoticed by the
Fates. The pain was unbelievable as I dragged myself
through the deep powder to the safety and all-important
warmth of the house. I could feel the cold sapping my
strength and I knew I didn't have long to make it
inside.
With a motion that can best be compared to a swimmer's
butterfly stroke I made my way to the door. Every
stroke brought nauseating waves of pain from my
protesting ankles. Several times I had to stop to get
my breath and to let the cold snow soothe the pain
away. I guess it was easily an hour before I was safely
inside the house again.
I needed the warmth of the house but the warmth also
allowed my ankles to swell in new ways and the pain
became unbearable. I knew Mike had a medicine cabinet
in the kitchen and I toughed my way through the pain to
get up to grab some pill bottles before I fell to the
floor again. After a good five minutes of screaming
with pain after the fall I found what I was hoping for.
Mike had a prescription for Vicodin. I pulled open the
bottle and took two of the pills straight off and just
chewed them and swallowed. Without thinking I took four
more the same way. I put the lid back on the bottle and
dragged myself back to bed.
Getting back in the bed was a chore in the extreme. I
struggled to escape the boots and even though they were
too big for me it hurt to get my feet out of them. Then
came the wet clothes and that was also no fun. It hurt
too damned much to try to get the socks off so I left
them on and pulled myself into the bed before the
blissful embrace of the narcotic took me into
unconsciousness.
I awoke to Mike looking down at me and stroking my
face.
"Hi." I croaked. My throat was terribly dry.
"Here." He pulled me up and propped a pillow under my
head and then gave me a sip of water.
"So, Lori, care to tell me what happened?"
I explained the events that had led to this moment and
then Mike shook his head in disapproval as I told him
of taking the six Vicodin.
"You just seem to want to kill yourself, don't you? You
took six Vicodin after having four beers, you dumb
shit, you've been out for two days and you'll be lucky
if you can ever walk again. Your ankles are all blown
to shit and I think the left one is completely
shattered and I think you tore some ligaments, too.
There's drifts over twenty feet blocking the road and
there's no way you're going to get to a hospital in
time to fix the damage. I set the breaks as best I can
and we'll hope for the best while you heal. Don't you
EVER pull a stunt like that again, you hear me?"
I nodded and felt like a little kid being chastised by
her daddy.
"Christ," he went on, "I saw what you did and it was
totally stupid and pointless. I had heat tape on the
gutters and the snow would've slid off the roof without
you being out there. Did you seriously think I'd leave
you here with a blizzard coming and not think of the
roof?"
I started to cry.
"Fer' fuck's sake, don't cry on me! I just don't want
to see you hurt is all! Shit."
With that he left the room and let me finish crying. It
felt good in its own way.
Mike came back maybe a half hour later with some
breakfast. The eggs and the meat were delicious and the
orange was wonderful, too. Right after I finished the
meal he gave me two more Vicodin and then I was back
into slumber land again.
For a good three weeks he waited on me hand and foot as
my ankles healed up again. He did his best with what
passed for physical therapy but couldn't get my poor
abused ankles to resume their normal look. Both of my
feet were now in very unnatural positions unless Mike
was working with them and by mid April it was clear
that nothing short of surgery was going to fix me up
again.
Speaking of mid April, the snows were finally melting
and the periodic rain was helping to free up patches of
soil where little flowers were blooming. I figured it
wouldn't be long before I'd be home and my feet would
get fixed and I'd be back to normal. I spoke to Mike
about the road clearing and he'd nod and change the
subject to ask me how I was feeling. Because of all of
my pain he'd left me alone and slept in his recliner
but then one day I was able to get my right foot into a
position good enough to hold me up and using a cane
Mike had made for me I walked out to the living room
and announced that I was able to walk again even though
it was painful.
"Sweetie, that's wonderful news!" Mike got up out of
his chair and sat me down in it. "We need to
celebrate!"
He went out to the kitchen and I heard a champagne
bottle pop. I giggled when he came back out with two
beer mugs filled with champagne and he handed me one.
"Here's to my best girl and here's to your pretty
legs!"
We clinked our mugs and I smiled as we drank. We
chatted a bit and talked about the summer to come and
talking about the future got me thinking.
"Mike, when do you think I'll be able to go home?"
His smile disappeared like turning off a switch.
"As soon as the road is clear, that's when."
The silence in the room was almost audible.
He finally forced a smile and said, "Yeah, I guess we
need to be thinking about what's next, don't we? I
think the mine is going to do well this year, for some
reason I just feel that a big strike is coming and I
bet you'll be happy when you get to see all that gold,
won't you?"
I chitchatted back with him but it bothered me that he
seemed to just assume that I'd be here to see him get
his big strike.
With the evening drawing to a close he drew me a bath
and I went along with it because I was sure I smelling
kind of gamey. He put fresh sheets on the bed while I
bathed and took my clothes to wash them the next day. I
was a week or so past my period so I didn't mind
sleeping in the raw especially in the fresh sheets. It
was like being at a fine hotel to feel the crisp cool
sheets on my bare skin. I popped a Vicodin to take the
edge off the pain and to help me sleep before Mike
tucked me in and then went off to the living room.
Déjà vu struck me as I woke up in the middle of the
night. I don't know why but I had this feeling of
history repeating itself. Then I felt Mike's arm
wrapped around me.
"Mike?"
"Yeah?"
I pushed his arm off and rolled onto my back.
"What are you doing in here? I thought you were
sleeping on the recliner from now on?"
"Lori," he kissed me on the cheek, "this is MY bed
after all and since you're feeling better I figured I
wanted to sleep in here again."
"Fine. But no sex, okay? I just don't want to,
alright?"
He snorted a little. I wasn't sure what it meant.
"Yes, ma'am. No sex. Got it. Now go back to sleep."
With a pain pill in me it took no effort to roll over
again and slip back into sleep.
Somewhere in the fog of slumber a pleasant feeling came
over me and brought me to sort of a twilight awareness.
It was kind of dreamlike as the pleasant feeling
drifted over me and it seemed so dreamlike as I felt my
leg lift up and my back was warmed with the feel of
skin on skin. A part of me wanted this whole thing to
play out and I arched my back a little as something
strained to be with me.
Reality rushed up out of the warm dreamlike sensation.
"Mike?" I felt his hand on my hip. My leg was pulled up
and over his body and I felt his cock kissing up to my
body with subtle, slow strokes.
"Yeah, babe?"
"Mike what happened before was one thing but I can't do
this anymore. I need to go home soon and get my life
back and this just isn't fair to you."
His hand reached around to my breasts as we whispered
and I have to admit I swooned.
"Tell me you don't like this, Lori. Tell me you don't
like it 'cause I know you do. You love having me love
you, don't you?"
He was right. Still, so was I.
"I can't do this, please don't do this to me, Mike. I
have a life to get back to... my parents... college..."
He pulled my face to his and kissed me. I couldn't help
but kiss him back and suddenly I felt an urgency as he
held me tight and kissed me so warmly and so softly.
His hand drifted down from my breasts to my belly and
he pulled me tight against him. His tongue invaded my
mouth as his cock sought purchase in my body with each
slow, deliberate stroke.
I broke the kiss. "No, Mike, we can't. We shouldn't be
like this." At the same time I arched myself again
because something in my body simply demanded that I do
it.
"You're right, Lori, we can't do this."
He kissed my neck as I felt him slip inside me. It felt
like he belonged there and I surrendered myself to him
as each stroke brought our joining closer to being
complete. He was so patient and so slow as he made love
to me that it made me love him back. When he pulled my
lips to his I met them passionately and reached around
him and held his head to mine as our bodies became
fully involved.
He broke the kiss to breathe and I gave a sigh as he
drove into me again. He said nothing as his hand sought
out mine, working his way down my shoulder to my elbow
and finally to my hand. Taking my hand in his he
pressed my hand into my own belly and held me tight. It
was amazing to feel my belly give and take with each
advance and retreat of Mike's wonderful body within
mine. He pulled my hand lower to where we were joined
and let me feel the miracle of love for the first time.
His cock was warm and slick with my arousal and I was
completely focused on how the veiny and hairy thing
would enter me and then pull back. The lips of my pussy
clung to it as if begging it not to leave and then
their cry was repeatedly answered as the strange,
wonderful thing entered me yet again.
Mike pulled the two pillows from under our heads and
placed them one on top of the other in front of me. I
was wondering the purpose of this when he withdrew from
me leaving me suddenly feeling sad and depressed. I
wondered if I had done something wrong.
Wordlessly, he guided me to my hands and knees and
pulled the pillow under my hips and then, gently
putting a hand in the small of my back, he had me relax
myself and lay down. I still didn't grasp the purpose
of this and felt sort of silly and suddenly modest with
my face on the mattress and my butt weirdly sticking up
in the air.
He scooted around behind me and gently separated my
legs. The cool air of the room made me very aware of
the moisture between my legs until I felt Mike's hairy
thighs press up against me. I turned my head to look
and saw him sort of kneeling behind me and looking down
between us. He put one hand on my hip and then the
other went between us and he pushed up against me and
guided himself into me again. In one magical moment he
was in me so deep, so fully...I closed my eyes and
simply enjoyed it while this wonderful man loved me and
made me realize that I was a woman.
"Oh, Mike... I love you." I managed to whisper it.
"Mmmhhmmm," was all he could muster as he scooted up to
me a little closer and then I felt him go deeper than
he had before.
The wonderful feelings went on and on seemingly forever
until Mike finally put his hands on my hips and held me
tightly to him. All I could feel was his body deep
inside of mine and it was so beautiful...so beautiful
to have him be in me.
He drew a breath and then pulled himself completely out
of my body before slowly, agonizingly, filling me again
and restoring that beautiful feeling. He stroked a
finger down my spine and then did it again. Then he
held me by the hips and, bit by bit, began to seek his
own satisfaction. His thrusts gathered momentum until I
felt like I was attached to some sort of wonderful
machine bent on my...pleasure!
It wasn't like before; it just hit me like a jolt of
lightning. It started in my belly and exploded
outwards. My toes and my fingers tingled. A warmth
passed over me and tingles of pleasure tweaked at me
from my nipples where they rubbed on the sheet. I am so
sorry that mere words can't describe what was an almost
spiritual experience. I felt lifted from my body and
taken into Heaven for a moment and then the joy
subsided like the rumbling of an earthquake after it
hits.
My senses slowly came back and with my passion sated so
did my judgment.
"Mike, please, we have to stop now... please."
He said nothing and being in no position to stop him
all I could do was hold onto the sheet while Mike
pounded away at me with a frenzy.
I was about to say something else when I heard myself
say, "Ohmigodohmigodohmigodohmigod", as another
magnificent release blasted across me. In the midst of
my joy Mike pulled me up against his chest with one arm
around my breasts and the other about my belly and held
me tight while his deeply embedded cock erupted itself
into me. I couldn't help myself as I writhed against my
lover, my body demanding as much of him as I could
take.
"Ooooh, Lori..."
He thrust into me a little more and answered the demand
of my body with another violent pulsing of his cock to
tell me that I was his. He held me against him for a
while and we kissed again before he gently laid me back
to the mattress with our bodies still joined. With my
ass still propped up on the pillows a part of my mind
imagined semen seeping into the corners of my body
seeking to change my life.
And I didn't care.
Come the morning I woke up before Mike did and realized
I had spent the entire night draped over the two
pillows. Mike had been thoughtful enough to draw the
blankets over me to keep me warm. I started to stir and
try to get myself off the pillows without waking Mike
or falling on the floor when I saw Mike open his eyes.
"THAT is the best thing I think I've ever seen!"
We both giggled and then I asked him to help me out.
"Sure thing I will." He smiled saying this and pulled
back the sheets. His erection was quite obvious. He
pulled my legs apart and got behind me.
"That's not the kind of 'help' I had in mind! I need to
go to the bathroom!"
My pussy was still soaked with moisture and my body
offered no resistance at all as my lover mounted me.
"You'll go to the bathroom soon enough."
I'd like to tell you of another passionate experience,
but I realized that this was just sex. There was no
prelude to this as it was all overture. I felt Mike
move around behind me and inside me to get the perfect
position and then he just went at it. In a few minutes
he was holding himself inside me and I was very
conscious of feeling his pulses in his cock travel past
my pussy lips to spray into my body. He held himself in
me for a while and caressed me and asked me what I
wanted for breakfast.
When he pulled out of me and picked me up to carry me
to the bathroom I winced with embarrassment as I could
hear myself dripping on the floor. Mike sat me on the
toilet while he drew the bath and I didn't bother with
being modest as I let go a stream that was pent up for
a good ten hours. I wiped off and found that wiping
didn't do much good. Mike helped me into the tub and
then went off to make the breakfast.
I bathed and wondered at the evening and it wasn't long
before Mike told me to get ready for breakfast. I stood
up the best I could and was drying off when Mike came
in and lifted me out of the tub and then stood me up
and dried me off himself all while telling me some
tidbit of news from CNN. Cuddling up in one of his nice
robes he carried me out to the living room and sat me
in the recliner and served me breakfast.
Breakfast was raisins in oatmeal with cream and a
sliced orange.
Just like yesterday.
An orange. And then cream?
A chill went up my spine.
"Mike, where did the oranges and the cream come from?"
"From the little store about a half mile from the mine,
where else?"
To be continued?
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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