Chapter 8

The morning after their wedding, Don and Lanh woke up at three thirty and made beautiful, delicate love. In their breathless post coital euphoria, Lanh murmured, “I’m torn,”

Don immediately panicked; he was convinced that she meant his enthusiastic love making hurt his virgin bride. “Oh God, I’m sorry, should we go to the ER?” The ER is a half hour drive away in Bemidji!

“Silly,” she put a reassuring hand on his cheek, “I’m emotionally torn, we could have been having sex two years ago, look at all the fun we missed!”

“I don’t know,” said Don as he pulled his new wife close. “I don’t think I could have handled it two years ago, and just imagine your dad if he found that his baby girl was knocked up by a C minus student!”

“He would have shit,” giggled Lanh.

“And your mom! Mai would have cut my balls off and stuffed them down my throat.”

“Oh silly!” Lanh snuggled up to her husband. “She would not have done that.”

“How can you be so sure?” said Don as he kissed the top of her head and luxuriated in the feel of her naked flesh against his.

“Because my brothers wouldn’t have left that much of your body intact.”

“That’s very comforting to know.”

“I wonder if they knew what we were doing in the hayloft,” sighed Lanh as she thought back to their afternoons and evenings spent exploring each other’s bodies and trying out Kim-ly’s suggestions while trying desperately to maintain their virginity. “I’m going to miss that.”

“Hey, just because we’re married, a handjob in the hayloft isn’t off our menu. We can still play ‘slap and tickle’ as dad calls it.”

Lanh smiled and thought of their future on the farm surrounded by a half dozen sons and daughters, and all the grandchildren! Working together until they turn the farm over to their kids. “Will you still want blowjobs when we’re seventy?”

“If I don’t want a blowjob when I’m seventy, then bury me, all those other signs of life are false readings.”

After a quick pillow fight, they got up to help with the morning milking, but they found Cliff was there with Ralph, and Ralph said, “Go back to bed, Cliff is working here for the rest of the summer.” So, they headed up to the hayloft to start cleanup, but they found it was mostly done. All the chairs and tables were folded up and neatly stacked, and the garbage was bagged and hauled to the dumpster that they had rented.

They walked down to the big tent and as the sun started coming up and it too was in the same condition, even the big, elevated platform that their table was on was taken down, the sections were neatly stacked awaiting pickup from the tent rental company. “What the heck happened last night?” was on both of their minds. Suddenly they heard a camper door closing, and they stepped out of the tent where they found Don’s cousins Geoff, Heather, and Billy Odegaard sitting on folding chairs sipping coffee from plastic coffee cups, an old, enameled percolator was on a Coleman stove next to their big RV.

“Morning,” said Geoff, raising his coffee cup to the newlyweds. “Cuppa joe?”

As Heather poured Don and Lanh cups of coffee, Heather gave Lanh a sideways glance and said, “Shouldn’t you guys be fucking or something like that?”

Billy almost passed coffee out his nose from restrained laughter, but Lanh proudly said, “We were up at three taking care of that.”

To the surprised cousins, Don just shrugged and said, “We’re new at this, we need to get the timing down.”

“You really are virgins?” asked Heather, in shock.

“Not anymore!” said Lanh proudly, and she started whispering to Heather about their ride back to the pond on the John Deere.

“So, what happened here last night?” Don asked Billy and Geoff. “We expected there to be about a full day’s work to clean it up.”

“That cop that was running the bar last night arranged it,” grinned Geoff.

“Yeah,” said Billy, “when he shut off the taps at one AM, he asked if anyone would be interested in an after party with free beer. About twenty people or so said yeah, so they had a clean-up party. You can’t believe how fast a place can get cleaned up if there’s beer on the line.”

“So, where’s the honeymoon?” asked Geoff.

“We didn’t really have any plans, we want to save all of our money because we don’t know what my orders are going to be like after basic training,” said Don. “But Grumpy Odie gave Lanh the keys to his cabin.”

“NO!” gasped Billy. Apparently, Grandpa Odie never gives the keys to his private realm away for any reason. “Permanent?”

Don and Lanh looked at each other. Eventually Lanh said, “I don’t know, he didn’t say.”

Heather just laughed. “That ol’ boy cracks me up.” Unlike most of the Odegaard family, beautiful, tiny Heather wasn’t cowed by the grumpy old patriarch. “I’ll go ask him later, I’ve got The Duty today.” The Duty she mentioned is an agreement that many of the Odegaard grandchildren have to check up on Grumpy Odie and Hilde at some time during the day and help with any chores around the house. “By the way, I hope you got a freezer, we have some meat left over.”

After packing their bags, the newlyweds headed out to Grumpy Odie’s cabin on Lost Long Lake. Don explained to Lanh on the drive out that there are no real standards for the names of the over eleven thousand lakes in Minnesota, so there’s lots of Long Lakes, several Lost Lakes, and even a few Long Lost Lakes, but there’s only one Lost Long Lake. “It probably has a real name that appears on the map, but we call it Lost Long Lake,” said Don. “The nice thing about the cabin is that it’s close enough to Grant Valley that you can drive into town if you need anything or if you have to go to work.”

Last night, when they realized how exhausted they were at the wedding dance, they slipped out during the Chicken Dance and retreated to their apartment. There he carried her across the threshold and undressed her, then they did what she had been aching to do for well over a year; they fell asleep in each other’s arms wearing only their wedding rings.

When they arrived at the cabin, Don intended to carry her across the threshold just like he did back at the farmhouse last night because she’s so small it’s easy to do.

“He gave you the key, you unlock it,” said Don as they stood on the porch of the large cabin. It was still early in the day, before noon on a cool, cloudy spring day. In just a few hours, they would celebrate 24 hours of marriage.

Lanh giggled nervously. She was sure her husband was up to something, but she pulled the keys out of her purse and unlocked the door. The moment the door swung open, Don dropped the bags he was carrying and scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the cool dark interior of the cabin. “Ah HA! The tables have turned Dragon Lady, it is now I who have YOU just where I want you. Welcome to my lair!”

She squealed and laughed. She wanted to cry out, “Unhand me you fiend!” but she had a case of the giggles and couldn’t get the words out.

He carried her into the dark interior of the cabin where he set her down on the floor then crouched down suddenly and yanked her shorts and panties to her ankles, then stood up, and as he did, he scooped her back up, flipped her upside down and holding her inverted to his chest he attacked her pussy with his lips and tongue.

She was about to demand to be put down, but she remembered the best advice she received from her mother, she and Lanh sat down on her bridal bed just before the ceremony and said “Em yêu, your husband may ask for something you will think is strange in the bedroom. There is no sin between you if there is love and respect, so give it a try before saying no. Sometimes you will find something you genuinely enjoy,” she said in the same tone of voice that she would use when advising a child that they would soon get over their cold. “And don’t be afraid to ask him for something you would like to try too. Never forget, he can’t read your mind and men don’t take hints.” Unknown to Lanh, Mai had the same talk with Don earlier. She often felt the need to step in as a mother to him.

And now hanging upside down, the blood rushing to her head, her arms clutching Don’s waist out of fear, he began to rapidly bring her to orgasm. Being held like this is scary, but with Don’s lips and tongue at her pussy driving her quickly to a surprise orgasm, it was truly exciting.

She crossed her ankles and now realized she had him in a scissor lock. The tables had turned again; she thought. She was able to undo his buckle and open his jeans and his cock sprung out, harder than she has seen in the past and she began suckling on the head of his cock as her hands returned to her grip around his waist.

Just the rush of having him savagely attacking her pussy and clit in front of an open door began setting her off. Her cries of ecstasy were muffled by the cock in her mouth. They’ve tried 69 before, never standing like this, but for her it was always unsuccessful. Don was so good at driving her to a climax with his tongue that she was afraid of biting him when she lost control, which she always did. Lose control, that is, she’s never bit him ... not to her knowledge.

To keep from biting him as he drove her higher and higher to ecstasy, she used his cock to “brush her teeth.” It’s kind of like a pussy glide, but with her mouth. She was stroking her front teeth up and down the length of his cock, stroking the sensitive underside of his cock with the smooth front surfaces of her teeth while her lips were brushing against it also, which drove Don out of his mind faster than a pussy glide or a blowjob.

He stopped and switched tactics. He swung her off of his shoulders, and flipped her again, and next thing she knew, she was lying on her back on the hard wooden floor, her ankles tangled in her panties and shorts. He pulled off her left sneaker, then pulled her panties and shorts off of her left leg, then Don pushed her knees apart and crawled up between them and lowered his hips. Lanh reached down between their bodies and, for the first time, she guided a cock to her pussy and into herself. She missed at first and the head of his cock brushed against her clit, causing sparks of erotic fire to sparkle through her groin, so she wiggled his cockhead up and down against her clit. God, this felt good! She could picture masturbating herself to orgasm this way by just rubbing her clit with the big spongy head of his cock. But more awaited, so she relented and lined him up with her vagina and actually had to ask him to start.

She looked into his eyes and saw passion, but also concern. He was worried about hurting her as he gently pushed forward. “Now ... please ... I won’t break,” she whispered, and placed her heels on his ass and pushed, urging him to fuck her.

Don lowered his hips, pushing his cock into her inexperienced pussy. She felt like a bug, pinned to a display mat as his cock drove into her and she whimpered, both in pain and pleasure as his cock tunneled into her, spreading her vagina and delving deep. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she opened her mouth to moan, but nothing came out. Soon he was fully into her. She squinted at him as her infamous “Dragon Lady” persona came to the forefront. “Now I have you agent double oh seven and five eighths. Now you will proceed to fuck me, and you will be ... OOOOHHHH!!!”