Chapter 43

“Finally!” sighed Andi as she sat with her legs hanging out of the cab of the Ranger and waited for Paul to unlock the cabin door. The security shutters were open, and Andi could see through the windows that Lucy and Macy had visited. Things were different from the last time she was here.

Paul finally unlocked the door and returned to the truck to scoop up Andi and carry her over the slush, mud and snow into the cabin, her arms around his neck. Their lips met again and again before he set her gently on the table next to the presents. She busied herself with opening the Emergency Supplies while Paul lit the wood stove, then returned and removed her shoes and set about exploring her dainty feet. “Lube, we’re going to need this,” she said softly as Paul began nibbling on her toes.

The next present was from Veronica. It was a gold plastic vibrator that looked like it had potential. The card Veronica included said, “I named mine Bob (Battery Operated Boyfriend).”

“Don’t do that!” chuckled Paul.

“Do what?”

“I’m working down here and you read that and I almost bit your toe off laughing!” He suckled her big toe, which caused her to laugh and squeal.

There were some other toys: fuzzy hand cuffs, crotchless panties, flavored lotions, and some interesting-looking games. Along with the toys, there were bottles of wine, cheeses, all kinds of snacks, and delectable goodies. Paul looked up and saw her trying to open a bottle of champagne. He stopped nipping and teasing her toes and eased the bottle from her hands. “A true gentleman never lets a lady open a bottle of wine.”

“Why not?” asked Andi, as he popped the cork.

“It takes too long,” and he filled two flutes and they toasted their love.

Andi hopped down off the table and turned her back to Paul and lifted her hair, the universal signal to unzip her dress. Paul pulled the zipper down all the way and Andi turned around; her arms bunched up in front of her. When she dropped her hands, the dress slipped all the way to the floor, a red puddle at her little feet. All she wore under her dress was thigh-high stockings, not even a garter belt. She stood naked before her man, her breasts swollen with desire, nipples hard, and her pussy damp.

She knelt and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and they dropped to the floor. He lifted each foot to step out of his trousers, and she peeled off his socks. Then, as he removed his shirt and tie, she yanked his boxers down and his cock sprung free. It slapped up against his belly, hard and throbbing, looking for a mouth to fill, an anus to spear, a pussy to conquer, and she was enthralled with the power she felt. She kissed the head of his cock and licked off the copious flow of precum and shuddered at the utter masculinity of the flavor. She opened her mouth and drew his cock in, sucking, running her tongue around the head of the cock in her mouth. It throbbed as Paul’s firm hands lifted her up to her feet.

“I’m not going to last long this first time,” he growled, “so we’re going to make it worthwhile.”

Shuddering in anticipation she leaned forward and sucked her man’s nipple into her mouth and flicked her tongue over it, over and over while she stroked his hard throbbing cock, the cock that she prayed would brand her as his own, fuck her senseless and impregnate her. She released his nipple, and he pulled her close, his mouth covering her, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth. She groaned in desire and welcomed the assault. Tonight, the word ‘No’ had no meaning to her, the words “don’t,” and “stop” were only to be used together.

He snapped off the light switches, and the cabin was plunged into semi-darkness. The fire, the flickering candles and the Christmas lights gave them all the light they needed.

She gripped her man by the cock and pulled him to the couch. When the back of her knees hit the couch, she broke the kiss and turned around, lowering herself to her hands and knees on the couch. Paul reveled in the sight of his small beauty her curves so reminiscent of a cello, her flawless skin cinching down to her narrow waist then swooping out to her luscious hips, her milky pale skin now glowing in the firelight, and that beautiful round little bubble butt! It was all he could do to keep himself from pouncing, driving himself into her like a madman and viciously taking his pleasure. His cock throbbed with desire for this woman, aching to plunder her, to pound into her over and over until he released his pent-up flood inside her womb.

But not tonight, tonight he is going to worship his angel, to explore every inch of her body, to find every pleasure zone, and wring every orgasm he could from her. What he did here tonight was going to set the pace of their sex life for the rest of their lives, and he wanted his woman to know that he was here to fulfill every need and desire she had or could imagine. His eyes fell to the cutest little ass he had ever seen in his life, and he knew where he wanted to start.

With her back to Paul, she couldn’t see what he was doing, but she felt him spread the cheeks of her ass. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned a shuddering moan as his tongue speared its way inside her anus. “Oh yessss, sssooo good.”

His tongue danced around her tiny pore, squirming inside her sphincter as if it were a living thing. Strange and unique thrills slid around her body. Never had a man done such a thing. It was so good! She sighed and groaned as his warm wet tongue pushed into her, the snaky thrills consumed her mind and body...

She lowered her face to the blanket and reached back with her hands, holding her anus wide open, giving herself up to him. His tongue circled her pore, flicking his saliva over and over the sensitive nerve endings in her most intimate opening. Now poking his tongue demanded entrance to her ass, and she pulled her round, perfect ass cheeks as wide as possible.

Paul’s hand began stroking her damp labia as he drilled his tongue into her ass. She moaned and shuddered at the forbidden sensations his tongue was eliciting from her. He pushed her delicate inner thighs apart and whispered, “wider!”

“Yess, daddy!” she opened her legs as wide as she could, giving Paul complete access. As his tongue penetrated her tiny anus over and over, his thumb began stroking her outer pussy lips. Her breathing became a series of “Hah! ... Hah! ... Hah!” as his thumb strummed the entrance to her vagina and slid over her clit, over and over, back and forth. And all the time, his tongue slid around her tight little anus. The pleasure was unbearable. She was building to a huge climax and was preparing to teeter over the edge...

Then suddenly it wasn’t Paul, it was her ex-husband; it was one of his damn drinking buddies. Soon the hitting would begin, the slapping and punching, hair pulled, nipples twisted. Her stomach tied up in knots, and all she wanted to do was run. Paralyzed with fear, she slumped to the bed, curled up, and lay there shuddering. Now a new terror entered her mind. Paul was going to hate her for freezing up like this on their wedding night. She curled up tighter and wished she were dead.

“Baby?”

She didn’t respond.

He curled up next to her and tried again. “Baby?” his voice was tender, she didn’t respond.

“Turn over baby. Daddy wants to see you.”

She sniffed, then slowly rolled over on to her back, her face a mask of fear.

He crawled up and lay next to her. He held her tight. The bubble of sheer lust was burst. It may take time to get back to that point, but right now, his baby needed to be held. They snuggled naked before the warm fire until her body relaxed. “A little better now baby?” he asked. She nodded, but didn’t say a word. He thought she came without reservation in the sauna and shower here and at home. Why now did she freak out? Is it the bed? “Is it the bed baby? Is that what is freaking you out?”

“No,” she sniffed. “I couldn’t see. I was face down in the covers and I couldn’t see. It felt sooo good, but I started to remember and...”

“Shh shh shhhhh, it’s ok. Those times are over. I don’t gamble, and I’ll never leave you defenseless and blind.” He hugged the trembling woman and kissed her neck gently.

“Ok,” her voice was still tiny and weak.

“My baby, right now, naked before you and God, I pledge to you that I will never intentionally treat you in any way that terrifies you.” He snuggled her close, and he felt her relax a little. “If you want to just snuggle like this all night, that’s ok.”

“Are you sure?

“Uh huh.” He snuggled her tightly and pulled a soft blanket over them both. “We’ll get to see Santa Claus come out of the wood stove.”

“I’ve ruined our wedding night,” she wept.

“No, no you have not. If anyone ruined it, it was Frank. I had a talk with him...”

Andi tightened up in fear. “What did he say?” Her voice was tiny and distant.

Paul took a deep breath. If Andi got upset, his marriage would be over before it was 12 hours old. “Remember when I asked if I could do a ‘23 & Me’ thing on the girls?” Andi nodded in the affirmative. “Well, we kind of did one on Frank too.”

Andi looked startled. “How did you ... did he consent?”

“No, he didn’t consent, he didn’t know. I guess he didn’t realize that chewing on a cheap cigar leaves DNA behind.”

“You didn’t!”

“I did.”

“What ... how...” Andi was shocked and at a loss for words.

Paul brushed a tear soaked strand of hair from Andi’s face. “In Frank, we found southern Italy and Sicily, literally nothing else.”

“What about the girls...?”

“England, Ireland, Norway, and eastern Europe. They could be Jarecki babies. Not a spec of Italian heritage.”

“They’re not...?” Andi couldn’t bring herself to finish the question for fear of what the answer might be.

“Franks children? Probably not. The science on 23 and Me type blood test doesn’t tell us who the father is, just a geographical representation of like DNA types. However, as I explained to Frank, this raises a question in my mind and if there were any legal proceedings involving the twins I would voice my concerns and demand a paternity examination.

“What did he say?” Andi’s eyes were round with the wonder of what she was hearing.

“He didn’t say anything, he just signed a document that stated that he had no familial relationship with the twins. It was witnessed, notarized, and filed with the clerk of Erie County.”

Andi gasped; she couldn’t believe what she heard! She squealed with glee and wrapped herself around Paul, crying and laughing at the same time. “He’s gone? He’s really gone? The Sword of Damocles has been lifted?”

“Yeah, it’s over baby.”

“Oh daddy! That is the best Christmas present anyone has ever given me!” she smothered his face with kisses and rolled on top of him.

Paul’s eyes shot wide open. “Oh wow, I almost forgot!” He rolled her over and ended up on top of her.

“You forgot it is our wedding night?

“No, that it’s Christmas Eve! Come on you, up and at ‘em.” He got up off the couch and found a large wooden match. Andi got out of bed and came up behind him and rubbed her nipples on his back, trying to distract him. He didn’t let it get to him. He led her over to the Christmas tree, struck the match, and lit the candles that Macy had put on the tree earlier in the day. “Back when John and I were small, dad lost everything, and for a couple of years, Christmas was pretty bleak. Mom had these candle holders from back in Poland. This is how they used to light the tree, and started the tradition of putting lights on the trees. To remind us that Christmas is about the gift that God has given us. Momma would light the candles and we would gather around the tree and tell everyone what the greatest gift God had given us this year.”

“You told me yours,” he emphasized with a kiss, “and my gift is obvious, it’s you, and Sandy, and Madeline.” With each name, he punctuated his statement with a kiss. “I really don’t know what I would have done if I hadn’t received that phone call from the Town of Concord. I was so tired of the same old blah, day after day ... I really don’t know what I was going to do.” He gave her a kiss that made her dizzy.

When they broke the kiss she smiled, “You may not have exactly ‘traded up.’ The three of us girls are pretty high maintenance.”

“At least it’s not boring, and I’ve been inundated by love. What man could ask for more?” They watched the candles on the tree flicker and Andi was amazed at the brilliance of the little flames. “John and Macy will be showing this to Gus and Lucy tonight. We try to do it every year. I even had dad send me candles in Japan so I could show...” He couldn’t get the word Melony out. He closed his eyes and tried to drive back the memories.

“Thank you for sharing this with me,” said Andi, as she put a calming hand on his shoulder.

He blew out the candles, then led her to the bed. They snuggled up together, and he continued, “I also want you to know that we are financially solvent and well off for the next 30 years at a minimum. And lastly I want you to know that I have started proceedings to adopt Sandy and Madeline.”

They stared into each other’s eyes for a long time until Andi said, “You say the sexiest things to me!” They kissed, their tongues swirling around, slithering over each other, then they broke the kiss and he journeyed downward with his kisses. Finding her nipple erect again, he began to suckle and nibble on it. She gasped quietly with each nibble. She cupped her breast with her hand, offering it up to him, but he continued lower, tickling her belly button with the tip of his tongue, then lower still. Kneading her breasts, she reveled in the attention he gave her pussy. Soon he was driving his tongue into her pussy while his thumb strummed her clit and another finger slithered into her anus.

Her lush little body started tightening up and shuddering. Paul read these signals and tongued her faster and stroked her clit completely. She buried her face in her hands and made a small squeaking sound, her body shuddering. Her anus tightened around Paul’s finger rhythmically, and her legs began shuddering. He was sure she was coming. Finally, her body relaxed and Paul slowed his attention to her centers of pleasure.

“Angel, did you just come?”

“Y-yes daddy,” she said softly.

“Baby, the quiet times are over, I want you to tell me anything you want to say, I want to hear you come, I want to make it so good for you. I love you, and when I put my cock in you, I want to know how much you like it.”

Andi grinned at her man like she just received the key to the candy store. She grabbed his ears and held his mouth to her swollen tit. “Suck! Yes, bite. Harder. HARDER.”

He truly was terrified of causing damage, but she showed no signs of pain. Regardless, he began kissing his way down her abdomen. He took her hands from his head and placed them on her own tits. “Show me how you like your tits played with.” Eagerly, she began kneading her firm breasts, trapping the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She pinched and pulled her nipples while taking joy in the fact that Paul was watching.

Now he reached her clit, her pussy was flushed bright red, her breasts and neck were red too. He began tonguing her clit, and she began whispering “Just like that daddy, don’t stop, you’re making me feel so good...” he slowly slid two fingers into her pussy and began fingering her. “Oh daddy! It’s so good, faster daddy, suck me harder...”