Chapter 16

The menial tasks of clearing up had naturally made George's dick soften, but the sight that met him in the bedroom returned so much blood to his groin that it threatened to rip open his trousers. Hannah was lying on the bed naked, clean and inviting after a shower. Her sex was swollen and glistening with secretions.

"That is the prettiest pussy I have ever seen," George said. "It looks yummy - good enough to eat!"

"Does it?" Hannah asked nervously. "I've never tried that."

"You poor deprived child!" George exclaimed and dived in.

In the next room Colin heard Hannah's howls. He was smiling to himself, recollecting the episode in his sisters' apartment. He had been woken up by a similar noise and very nearly ran to 'rescue' Anne - who, he was sure, was being murdered. But at the last moment he realised his sister was yelling "Yes, yes, yes!" and decided to stay where he was. The next morning at breakfast Beth made Tord and Anne apologise for the noise, but both had goofy grins on their faces and looked too happy to be convincingly bashful.

Hannah's howling was every bit as enthusiastic as Anne's had been. When it finished, Colin rolled over expecting to fall asleep. But a few minutes later the howling started again - George was continuing his oral onslaught on Hannah who was now experiencing an even more bone shattering climax.

Colin found his iPod and put on some fairly loud music. It didn't help much. When the fourth round of howling started Colin moved over to other bed on the opposite side of the room. 'Dad must be really good at it, ' he thought.

Hannah though so too. In all the time she and Greg had been together she had never experienced an orgasm with him. Now she'd had at least four with George, and he was still fully dressed! Needing a break, she pointed that fact out to George who grinned and stripped. Hannah was stunned. Not only was George slimmer than he'd ever been - that she had known since she came to London - but he was incredibly fit. His body certainly didn't look like that of a nearly fifty year old. His stomach muscles were very well defined - actually he was sporting a bona fide 'six pack' and his dick was bigger - much bigger - than Greg's.

George got back on the bed and started licking Hannah from her pussy and upwards. When he got to her left nipple he suckled it in much the same he had treated her clit and the sensation was incredible. To Hannah's amazement she realised she was close to climaxing again and when George swapped breast and did the same to her right nipple she actually came.

He moved upwards, kissing her on her throat, her chin, her mouth. She could feel his dick on her pussy and despite still coming down from the orgasm she felt slightly apprehensive. The first time with Greg had been very painful. She had expected that, but it had never stopped being uncomfortable having him enter her; it wouldn't be a sharp pain, but still unpleasant. And George was so much bigger!

To her amazement, there was no pain and no discomfort. Sure, she was tight and she really felt she was being filled by George, but it was a wonderful feeling. Her body was so ready for him. Before she knew it he had bottomed out in her, their pubic bones meshing and stimulating her sensitive clit. When he slowly withdrew and entered her again she knew this was going to bring her off in a major way - much bigger than the oral orgasms.

George established a rhythm that matched the water-bed and in just minutes Hannah reached her plateau. Vaguely mindful that she had already been quite loud she 'muffled' herself in George shoulder and let the continuous stream of orgasms wash over her.

She completely lost count of the climaxes or sense of anything except her pulsing womb. Far, far away she felt George go rigid. Instinctively she locked her legs around him to pull him even closer and she sensed more than felt him deliver his semen as deep in her as possible. Rationally speaking you cannot know, but like many women before her Hannah knew that they had just created new life. The thought overwhelmed her with happiness.

George rolled off of her, pulled her close and in a few minutes they both drifted off to a blissful sleep.

Sometime during the night they awoke - just - and made love again lying on their sides and gently rocking towards each other. And mid-morning, Hannah mounted George's 'morning wood' and rode him to another shattering orgasm before she reluctantly left the bed to get ready to go to work.

'Dad looks just as goofy and happy as Tord did, ' Colin thought when George appeared in his dressing gown to make breakfast while Hannah showered. Colin was watching TV and had fixed himself something to eat. 'This sex-thing must be nice. They don't teach you that in school.' All he did say was "Morning Dad!"

"Morning Son," George replied. "Slept well?"

"After a while," Colin replied drily. He let that sink in,

George opened his mouth to speak, then shook his head instead and got on with the breakfast. Colin again watched TV. After a few minutes he took up the thread. "Listen, do you think I could have the other bedroom - the one that is an office right now?"

"Were we that loud?" George asked.

"Uh huh," Colin confirmed. "Well, Hannah was - I didn't hear you nearly as much."

George had the good grace to blush. "We'll see what we can work out. Anyway, it won't be for long - soon we'll move down to the Old Rectory and we can have bedrooms at opposite ends of the house."

"Cool!" Colin said and returned his attention to the TV.

"What was that about?" Hannah said - she'd walked in and only heard the 'opposite ends' bit.

"Believe me honey; you do not want to know!" George replied.

Hannah got it anyway. "Were we that loud?" she whispered.

"Uh huh," George confirmed in a low voice. "Well, Colin says one of us was..."

That elicited a massive blush from Hannah. "Sorry Colin!" she said loudly.

"Huh?" Colin said, looking up.

"About the noise, I mean," Hannah said blushing even more.

"No worries," Colin said in perfect Australian English with the impish grin spreading from ear to ear.

George and Hannah ate breakfast. "When do you have to leave?" George asked.

"In about an hour, but I really must phone Mum and Dad," Hannah replied. "I don't want them to discover it from my change of status on Facebook."

"Of course!" George agreed. "Do you want me to be there too when you talk to them?"

"I'd love that," Hannah said.

They retreated to the office and called Hannah's parents. Her mother picked up the phone. "Mum! I'm engaged!" Hannah yelled as soon as her mother had said "Westlock."

"Hannah darling, congratulations!" her mother exclaimed. "I am so happy for you. I'll get Dad, hold on." Hannah's mother put the receiver down and yelled "Neil! Neil! Come quick. It's Hannah. She's engaged!"

"Whom to?" her father was heard to say as he approached the telephone, "Don't know," her mother said in a whisper. "Haven't gotten that far yet."

Hannah and George who could hear the exchange chuckled quietly.

"OK, Dad's here too," Hannah's mother said, "and he wants to know who the lucky young man is."

"I'm the one who is lucky and he is not exactly young," Hannah replied. "But you know him very well."

"George?" two voices said in unison after a very brief silence.

"Uh huh," Hannah confirmed. "George!"

"Fantastic," Hannah's mother said. "I thought you were never going to work it out! What do the kids say?"

"They are all really good about it," Hannah said. "Apparently Anne and Beth have thought for months it was going to happen. Even George's secretary had an inkling."

"What about Colin?" her father asked.

"It was actually our worry about him that held us back," Hannah said. "But in the end it was him that triggered it all." She explained to her parents about George and Colin relocating, viewing the house and Colin expressing his desire to have Hannah living with them.

"Oh, the little sweetheart," Hannah's mother exclaimed. "It can't have been easy being him for the last year or so."

"Nor has it," George said. "But he seems genuinely happy."

"Oh hullo George," Hannah's mother said. "Congratulations to you too. So you're leaving Norway?"

"Mostly," George replied. "We will still have a division outside Oslo, but my work will be out of London."