Chapter 3

Faster and faster, harder and harder, her breath was coming in ragged gasps and sweat was running down her face and chest to fling off of her flying nipples. Suddenly, she let out a scream that had to hurt her underused vocal cords. She slammed down onto me and I could feel her cunt walls gripping and grabbing me. That was enough to push me over the edge and I fired shot after shot of hot jism up into her welcoming cavern. It felt like it was ripping out my toenails from the inside.

I fell back in a red haze and felt her land on top of me. I held her tightly to me as our breathing slowed, and the world just sort of faded away. From what seemed a great distance, I felt her roll off me and leave the bed. I was brought back to my senses by a cool cloth bathing my tortured cock and balls. Mary was kneeling naked beside me, gently washing our combined juices from me as she gave my dick an occasional kiss. Finishing with her ministrations, she rose and went around the room blowing out the candles, leaving the one on the nightstand for last.

She returned to the bed, crawled in, and snuggled up against me as she pulled the light cover over us. She stared deep into my eyes for a long minute, then kissed the end of my nose. She licked her thumb and forefinger, then reached up and pinched out the last candle, plunging the room into darkness.

"G-good night... a-and thank you," I heard as I slipped into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

The aroma of breakfast once again intruded on my sleep. With my eyes still closed, I gradually allowed my senses to roam, taking in the muted sounds of birds singing, the spicy, flowery smell of the room that was deeply infused with the acrid smell of coffee perking, and the dim glow of dawn that washed across my eyelids. I sensed a presence and opened my eyes to see Mary perched on the side of the bed, still gloriously naked, staring into my eyes. When she saw that I was awake, she smiled, then bent to kiss my nose with the hard pebbles that were her nipples dragging through my chest hair.

Pointing toward the stairs, she started to rise, but I stopped her with a light touch on her arm. "Please, try to say it," I urged.

"B-breakfast is r-ready," came the halting reply. She was staring into her lap. Her voice was starting to lose a little of the gravelly quality that had marked her first words yesterday.

"Thank you. Your voice is sounding much better. I love to hear you talk." Her eyes met mine and the sparkle was back. With a big grin she stood and whipped the covers back. I started to make a grab for them, but then relaxed. I might as well get used to being bare-assed. Mary had made the adjustment without a second glance at the robe we trashed yesterday.

After a quick trip to the bathroom, we went down to another great breakfast of eggs and bacon. I was going to have to find something to do to work off all this food, or I was going to end up as round as I was tall. After breakfast, I tried to dig in a non-existent shirt pocket for a pack of non-existent smokes. I had finished the last one yesterday. Mary stared in curiosity as I absent-mindedly fingered my nipple, trying to find a pocket in a shirt I wasn't wearing.

"Mary," I said as I stood, "we gotta go down to your store so I can get some smokes. She nodded, then went to the pantry and refrigerator and took a quick survey. After composing her mental shopping list, we went upstairs to get dressed.

I pulled a clean work shirt from my duffel, then took a quick sniff at the crotch of my jeans. They were good for another day. I was pulling another pair of boxers out as I watched Mary slip another light dress--this one light blue--over her naked body and slide into her sandals.

Mary, I think you look fabulous in anything you wear," I commented as I walked over to help her button up her outfit, "but don't you have any underwear?"

She turned quickly and looked up at me, her eyes almost devoid of life. The smile was gone and, after a long moment, a single tear started down her left cheek. I gently thumbed it away and started to stammer out an apology when she stopped me once again with her fingers to my mouth. She gently took my arm and led me to the dresser that held the scrapbook and the two pictures. Once again, she looked deep into my eyes, then slowly opened the top drawer and stepped back to allow me to see inside.

The drawer was full of underwear--bras and panties--and pairs of white ankle socks. Everything looked clean and organized, but it didn't look quite right. Then it hit me. This was the clothing of a young girl. Some of the panties had cartoon characters on them. The bras didn't have cups, just a couple of flat patches of white with a single hook on the back strap. The ankle socks had ruffles around the tops.

"Are... Were these yours?"

A single nod.

"This is all you have?"

Another nod.

A chill ran up my back. Mary hadn't worn underwear since these things fit her. We really needed to have a long talk about what happened before her parents died. In the meantime, I needed to snap this deep mood I had pushed her into. I reached in and pulled out a couple of the little bras. "Well, until we can find something a little bigger, maybe we can strap one of these around each of your boobs." I looped one under one of her big tits and surveyed it from a couple of different angles.

Mary laughed out loud, then started to choke it off when she heard the noise she made, but I pulled her hands away from her face and grinned. She laughed again, then grabbed one of the kiddy bras and draped it over my head. "You wear it!" she chuckled.

We spent a little time running around the room, tossing her old underwear at each other. I finally got dressed and we went downstairs and out the front door. Mary pulled a small pushcart from a storage area under the end of the porch and together we walked down to a small break in the foliage at the end of the front yard.

After about a quarter mile walk down a well-defined path through the woods, we emerged into a gravel parking lot beside an old white shingled store. The weather-beaten sign in front proclaimed that the establishment was known as "Belinda's Notions and Groceries." A smaller sign added the codicil, "We have what you need. If we don't have it, you don't need it." Mary left her pushcart by the front door, then we went inside. A small bell attached to the door announced our presence.

It took my eyes a few seconds to adjust, and when they did, I felt the overwhelming urge to escape. The walls were covered with shelves, floor to ceiling, and every shelf was absolutely full of boxes, bags, tubs, and bins. It was impossible to tell what was in each of the containers, but judging from the assortment of bric-a-brac that cascaded out of the tops, the sign out front was correct. If Belinda didn't have it, I probably didn't need it.

The island shelves in the middle of the store held the usual assortment of grocery, cleaning, and paper items. there were refrigerator units built into the back wall for perishables. A smaller cooler by the door held beer and soda pop. On the other side of the door was a magazine rack. A candy-rack covered the entire front of the counter to the right. There was an old manual cash register perched at the end and the bins behind the counter held all the tobacco products.

The curtain behind the counter parted and an older woman stepped through. She saw Mary and broke into a gap toothed grin. "Heya, Mary! It's good ta see ya," She started around the counter with her arms outstretched. Her hair seemed to be a washed out red, but as she got closer, I could see that it was shot though with streaks of gray. Her cheeks and nose had that red patina of fine veins that spoke of too many visits to the bottle. She was wearing an oversized flower-print dress that came to just below her knees. Her body was of a medium build, but judging by the commotion in the upper half of her dress, she also had a good size set of knockers. However, unlike Mary, hers had long ago lost the fight with gravity. It looked like her nipples were flirting with her belly button.

She gave Mary a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, then turned to me, her arms outstretched again. "Heya! Name's Belinda, but most everybody calls me Hugs," she said as she demonstrated why. She leaned back and looked down at the monsters squished between us, "but my good friends call me Jugs." She gave me another squeeze, also do demonstrate why. "You must be Lonesome Dave." Biker Joe had evidently made a slight detour on his way out of town.

"You stick around for awhile an' me 'n' Mary'll make sure you ain't lonesome no more!" Her hands dropped to my ass and her crotch did a little grind against my dick. I looked over her shoulder at Mary, who was trying not to laugh out loud. She gave me a wink, so I dropped my hands down and gave her ass a little squeeze in return. Shit! Didn't anyone in this burg wear underwear?

While I was untangling myself from Jugs' hugs, Mary was piling groceries into a little shopping cart. Belinda was jabbering on about some local gossip, which went right over my head since I didn't know any of the parties involved. I headed down toward a display of no-name smokes at the end of the counter, thinking of the thinness of my wallet. Mary pushed by me and stepped behind the counter. She pulled out two cartons of my brand and slipped them into her cart. Her smile told me to forget that no-name shit. I grabbed a few packs of matches and tossed them in the cart after the smokes.

She went over to the beer cooler and gave me a questioning glance. I walked over beside her and pulled out a six-pack of tallboys and slipped it in the buggy. She pointed to a case, but I shook my head. I refused to follow Biker Joe's trail of deterioration. I just reached down and gave her ass a little squeeze, like I had done to Belinda. Mary ground herself against me and gave me a kiss that had me seeing double. Behind the counter, Belinda just cackled.

"That's it, Dave, " she grinned. "I think you're jes' what Mary needs," she pointed down at the boner stretching out my pants leg and continued, "but if she can't take care of your needs, you jes' bring that big toy back here to me." She gave her jugs a shake to emphasize her point. It looks like 'I' had what 'she' needed.

Mary was grinning as she rolled her cart over to the counter. Belinda pulled out some papers and a check from under the counter and shoved them across to Mary. Mary flipped the check over and endorsed it in a clear flowing hand. Belinda glanced over the contents of the buggy and said, "Looks like about fifty bucks worth. Izzat OK?" Mary nodded and Belinda scribbled something on one of the papers, then shoved the whole wad back under the counter.

After another round of hugs from Jugs, including another ass squeeze and crotch grind for my benefit, we loaded our stuff in the pushcart and headed back across the gravel lot. When we entered the woods, Mary stopped and pulled her dress up over her head and tossed it in the pushcart. I looked at her for a second, then thought, "What the hell," and tossed my clothes in after hers. At this rate, it was going to be a month before I needed to do any laundry.

We continued up the path back to the house, playing grab-ass along the way. We got the art up the steps to the front porch and wheeled it on back into the kitchen. While Mary put the groceries away, I decided this was a good time to wash off Biker Joe's piss-porch. I still had my shoes on.

I found a bucket in the garage and dumped in some amber colored pine-smelling stuff. I filled the bucket at the side of the house and then poured the bucket of suds over the back porch. I used an old broom scrub with. The grass was dead in a circle around the porch. Evidently, this had been Joe's watering hole for a long time.

I put the stuff away and went back in the house, kicking my shoes off at the door. I walked over to my chair (my chair--that had a nice ring to it), sat back in it and closed my eyes. I felt a movement and opened my eyes to see Mary climbing over the arm to sit straddling my lap with her moist pussy mashed against my dick. Ad I reached up to caress those marvelous tits, she reached to the side table and picked up a pack of my smokes that she had placed there. As she slid back and forth on my dick, she tapped a butt into her mouth and lit it. When she had it going, she held it to my mouth so I could take a drag.

It was wonderful! I smoked that whole cigarette without taking my hands off of Mary's big boobs. Mary kept sliding back and forth until I finished my smoke and she snubbed it out. Then she raised up on her knees and grabbed my dick. She held it up and slammed her pussy down on it with a long groan. Slowly, she started riding up and down on my dick, stopping just short of letting the head pop out, then dropping down until our pubes were mashed together. She kept going faster and faster, letting out little cries of joy as she bottomed out on each stroke.

She did all the work. All I had to do was hang on and keep her boobs from smacking me in the face. She kept going faster and faster until I thought the chair was going to go over backwards. Suddenly she slammed down and arched her back, yanking her big tits out of my hands. Her pussy muscles were clamping down on my dick and I followed her into her climax, spewing a flood of cum up into her grasping cunt. As we came down from our shared release, she threw herself forward against me in a tight embrace. This time the chair did go over backwards!

After we untangled, we quickly determined that no damage had been incurred by either players or equipment, save for some slippery stains on the seat cushion. We set the chair upright and I settled back in its embrace, with a very contented Mary sitting across my lap, purring into my neck.

I fired up another smoke as we sat and cuddled. One of my fingers was drawing slow circles around one of her big nipples. She would let out an occasional sigh and reach up with her tongue and lick my ear lobe. As we sat there, I had a long silent discussion with myself about my plans for the future and how I felt about Mary. I couldn't say I had fallen in love with her overnight. It wasn't even a case of falling in lust with her either. I think it had more to do with comfort level. In the couple of days that I've been here, I've become comfortable with Mary.

What was that line from the musical play? "I've grown accustomed to her face..." That's what I've done. I've become accustomed to her face. And accustomed to her big boobs. And her soft hairy pussy, and her wide comfortable ass. But her smile, her wide, welcoming, trusting smile has made me a part of her life, and her, a great big part of mine.

We cuddled in that chair for the rest of the morning, sometimes dozing, sometimes partially awake, always touching and caressing each other. I never went completely soft, nor did I grow to full erection. Mary's nipples stayed firm, and her pussy continually leaked across my lap. Her little happy noises continued to grow clearer and less scratchy.