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In Love with Lori Ch. 01

By: beachbum1958



My father died in the summer of 1992. I was five at the time, and could not understand what had happened; no-one explained what had happened, I had no brothers or sisters, and mother was like a dead thing herself, almost sleep-walking; father's friend Charlie, an American pilot at Greenham Common, was constantly at the house, and he and mother would sit, silently, staring at each other, while I sat and wondered what had happened, and why, and what happened next.

Father and Charlie were the best of friends; Father was a surgeon at a hospital in Oxford, Charlie a pilot, each apparently had nothing in common with the other, but they spent all their spare time together, tuning their motorbikes, tinkering with father's collection of old cars, or just sitting and smoking together over a bottle of beer. Charlie was almost a constant feature in the house; if father was delayed at the hospital for any reason, mother would send Charlie on errands, or make him take her shopping, or paint the garage wall, whatever; having Charlie around was almost like having father there, he and father liked the same music, the same kind of films, they even smoked the same brand of cigarette.

But something was wrong with my father. 

Charlie and father stopped playing with their cars and motorbikes, and spent more time huddled together, playing swing and jazz records and talking in low voices, father covered in a blanket, looking thinner, smiling less, not smoking. 

Charlie became the main support for the family. When he was over, he stayed in the guest bedroom, dropped me off and collected me from school while mother and father stayed in their room,; he cooked me meals, played with me, read to me, watched TV with me, and kept me from disturbing my parents. Other things were happening as well, things I couldn't understand; mother and Charlie talking together softly in the kitchen, stopping when I walked in, hugging each other in front of the TV at night when they thought I was asleep, and then something really strange, something that made no sense at all.

It was a Sunday afternoon, I had been playing outside, and eventually wandered into the house to ask my mother if I could have a cold drink, but she was nowhere to be found. I heard a strange rhythmic gasping sound from upstairs, from my parents' room. I went upstairs, following the strange sounds, curiosity leading me on, to my parents' bedroom, and the door was standing ajar. When I looked inside, I saw something that puzzled me, because it made no sense to my five year-old brain. 

My mother was spread-eagled, naked and face-down on the bed, with a couple of pillows under her midriff, and Charlie was lying on top of her. I was completely baffled as to what they were doing, she was panting and repeating his name, and he was groaning. I watched, dumbstruck, trying to work out what they were doing, then turned to leave, feeling strange, disquieted even, a little ashamed that I'd seen something 'grown-up', something I wasn't supposed to see, even though it made no sense to me, like I was spying on them or something, and it was then I saw my father sitting in the armchair by the window, with a blanket over him, smiling gently at the two of them.

A few days later, father was taken to hospital. Mother told me he was going to stay there until he got better, and that everything would soon be better. Charlie still used to come to our house nearly every day, watching TV with me and helping mother with dinner, having strange non-conversations with mother, their mouths saying one thing, but their eyes meaning something else. It was a very confusing time for me; I was trying to work out what was happening with my family, and now father was gone, and Charlie was there virtually all the time, all evening. I would be packed off to bed, mother or Charlie reading to me until I fell asleep, but sometimes, during the night I would hear moaning and panting, groaning and strange, wet sounds coming from my parents' bedroom, and Charlie would be there again at breakfast. 

Father died soon after he went into hospital, and mother explained that he had asked Charlie, to look after us, and that he would be living with us from now on. 

All I knew for certain was that it felt strange, seeing him every day without my father sitting and talking with him, or the two of them smoking together in the garden, or letting me help when they tinkered about with their motorcycles. I missed Charlie saying to me "Davey-boy, when you get old enough, we'll get you a hog of your own!" which always made my father chuckle, before swinging me onto the seat of his own motorbike, letting me twist things and push buttons, pretending I was piloting my own big bike, just like him.

Then one day, mother took me to the zoo in London; it was a big day for me, and I spent the whole day running from enclosure to cage to enclosure again, thrilled to see the elephants, and chimpanzee, rhino's, lions; all the big beasts I had seen in the picture books at home, and now they were real! 

After a while, mother sat me down, telling me she wanted to talk to me, about her and Charlie, and me. She told me that she and Charlie were getting married, that they had all talked it over before father died, and that Charlie would be my new father, if I would let him. Charlie was a tall, handsome man; an ex-college footballer, tall, square-jawed, and I was in love with him anyway, so I agreed; for all I knew, getting married was what grown-ups did all the time, and I really wanted my new dad to be Charlie. 

They were married a few months after the funeral, me acting as page-boy at their wedding. A few weeks later mother announced that she was having a baby, and that Charlie was being transferred back to America, so we would all be going with him, as his family. I was in a haze; America! Where there were Cowboys and Indians, and superheroes!

We settled in Iowa. Charlie had taken a posting in the Air National Guard, and life soon settled into a kind of normal for me, going to a new school, where I was a novelty with my English accent, becoming part of a new family. Charlie and mother went to great lengths to make sure I never felt apart from them, that I was their son, and that they loved me. They didn't have to; I had always been comfortable around Charlie; actually, I knew him a lot better than father, if only because father was working so often at the hospital, and Charlie was the only other adult male I had any regular contact with. 

Charlie, too, loved me, and treated me like a son, but also constantly reinforced my memories of my father, making sure I didn't forget him; there were photographs of Father and Charlie together all over the house, drinking together at a country pub, posing beside their motorcycles, or posing with Mother, father in his favourite leather jacket and Charlie in his air force uniform, arms draped around each other's shoulders, mother with her head on my father's other shoulder 

Eventually mother had the baby, a little girl named Loretta, who quickly became just 'Lori'. Mother introduced me to my new sister, and I promised her faithfully that I would always protect my baby sister. Charlie also asked mother if he could adopt me as his son, and she talked to me about it. Because Charlie was mother's husband, and treated me like his own son, and I loved him dearly, I went along with it, even though I was a little unsure about giving up my name, all that I had left of my father.

Life in Iowa was quiet and simple. Charlie eventually left the air force to work as a pilot for a small airline. Lori and I grew up as a typical older brother/little sister duo, until I reached 16. This was a watershed year for me. I had become increasingly restless in Iowa. I still remembered my life in England, and I was beginning to feel alienated from my family. This is probably normal in a teenager, but I felt the gulf between us widening on almost a daily basis. I was growing away from them, Iowa was making me feel cramped and hemmed-in, and I could feel the conviction growing that I had to go back to England, to study in England, be a doctor, a surgeon like my father. I had always known I wanted to be a surgeon, I just couldn't see how to achieve it in Iowa, not with the cost of medical school being what it was.

I had tried to broach the subject with mother several times, but she had brushed me off, refusing to even consider the idea. Eventually, I had had enough of stalling and brush-offs, and sat her down, intending to have my say.

"Mother," I began, "you and I both know I can't stay here any longer. I can't stay, I can't live here, it's...not where I should be."

Mother looked at me, silently, for a long, uncomfortable moment, before replying.

"Where are you planning on going, David?" she asked me, using my given name, always a bad sign. I took a deep breath. 

"I want to attend medical school in England, and qualify like father did. Please let me do this, it was always what I wanted to do, you know that, you always have."

Again mother gave me that long look, so I plunged on.

"To attend medical school, I need to pass my A-Levels, and the only place I can do that is in a secondary school or 6th Form college. If you let me go, all I ask is that you give me enough money to live in a hostel until I pass my A-Levels, then I qualify for the Student Loan programme, and you'll have no more expenses on that score. You know we can't afford medical school here, this is the only way I think I can become a doctor; I just want to be like my father, this is how I can do."

I paused, waiting for a response, anything from her. At last she spoke. 

"At least you've thought about how you're going to support yourself. Are you certain this is how you want to go forward? Because I know Charlie is going to want to talk to you about this as well, you need to convince him as well. I think you're being foolish, you have time, and you have us, your family."

"I knew you'd say that, thanks for the support!" I snorted. I didn't mean to sound so abrupt, so rude, but that's how it came out. Mother's lips tightened into a thin line, and she got up and left the room. I was just saying to myself "nice going, well done, that went well" when she stalked back into the room, and threw a thick folder on the table between us.

"I think you should read this before you make any rash decisions, David." she stated, and watched as I opened the folder and thumbed through the thick sheaf of papers inside.

"Mid-Carib Equity...Trust & Fidelity Investments...Windward Island Equity Management...Mother, what are all these papers? Who are these people, and why should I read through this, what does it mean?" I asked her, completely at sea.

"Those are the trust and investment accounts you father set up for you when you were born," she replied, "it's your trust fund, it matures on your 18th birthday, so you see, when the time comes, you'll have all the money you need to study medicine here, near your family."

But I wanted to study in England, not here.

Mother looked at me, already aware of my answer, and leaned back, away from me, her body language showing avoidance, anger, distance. 

"Very well, I will contact your trustees and discuss with them your request that they provide you with the means to attend a good boarding school, to at least give you a chance to prep for the A-Level examinations."

She stood up and left the room, stiff and angry.

Now I had to talk to Charlie, a prospect I was not relishing; not because I was scared of him, but because I loved and respected him, and I knew my request would hurt him.

As it turned out, Charlie came looking for me. I trailed him into the den, more than a little apprehensively. He waved me into a chair, and looked gravely at me.

"So Davey, your mom's upstairs crying; she told me what happened, what's been going on. Do you want to tell me your side of it?"

I walked through the conversation I'd had with mother, giving all my reasons, my feelings of being lost, displaced, here in Iowa, my need to follow after my father, Charlie nodding as I spoke, seeming to understand. At last he spoke.

"DD, now that you know about your trust, that you'll have all the money you'll ever need once you hit 18, does that make a difference to you, or do you still want to go back to England? This is your home, you know that. When your mom lost your father, all she had left of him was you, now you want to go as well. This is tearing her up, but she's still willing to let you go. She can see your daddy in you, all over you, just like I can, and I promised I'd look after you. So if that means I have to let you go, well okay. All I want is your word you'll come back one day."

I promised Charlie faithfully that I would, as soon as I qualified, if I got that far. There was just one last thing, and it was a big deal, for me as well as mother and Charlie.

"Charlie, there was one more thing, and it's a big ask." He cocked an eyebrow at me, waiting for me to go on. 

"I want to go back to my own name; I want to be David Denham again. I don't mean to throw anything back at you, but I so very much want to qualify under my own name....." I trailed off as I realised Charlie was smiling. 

"Davey, you always were David Denham. Your name was never changed when I adopted you; we just registered you under my name in the school system so there'd be no complications if I had to pick you up or take you to the ER or anything like that. I promised your daddy I'd look after you, not steal your name away. I loved your daddy like a brother, closer than a brother, and I wanted to keep his boy safe, and keep his name alive a little longer. So, you're not hurting me if you call yourself by your name, it's your daddy's name too, and I'm proud for you to keep it. So you go, you go be a doctor, like your daddy, just remember where your home is. Now I got to see your mom, I think she needs me. You come and see her in a while, OK? I think you got some apologising to do, and a couple of fences to mend."

With that he left the room, squeezing my shoulder just once, and ruffling my hair as he passed, his only physical expressions of affection.

Three weeks later, I was waiting for my flight to be called at Des Moines Airport, all four of us, Charlie, Mother, Lori and me, standing in silence. Enough had been said already, and I was going anyway, because I wanted to, leaving my family behind, because I thought I needed to. Lori was avoiding me, her face streaked with angry tears, mother stiff, unbending, anger in every line of her body, Charlie silent, probably tired of being the peacemaker.

The silence was becoming oppressive, and finally, to my relief, I heard my flight being called. I trudged to the departure gate, even now wondering if I was doing the right thing, but still convinced that Iowa was not the place for me, and so I barely registered when someone called my name and again. I heard running footsteps behind me, and as I turned, Mother ran full tilt into me, nearly knocking me over, hugging me, crying, telling me to behave, telling me to call, clinging on to me. 

I looked back over her shoulder, Charlie had his back to me, his shoulders shaking, and little Lori was glaring daggers at me, her eyes like little blue coals, hot anger burning in them. Eventually I managed to disengage mother, my flight was boarding, and walked through the gates.

I soon settled into boarding-school life. My fees were paid on the nail by my trustees, and very soon the scholastic life engulfed me. I would spend coach-weekends with one or other of my friends, Christmas, Easter and summer holidays with those same friends and their families, usually studying to catch up with the rest of my classmates, who had spent their entire lives in the British school system, working feverishly to pass my A-Level examinations. I would call mother religiously every Sunday evening, tell her about my week, ask about Lori, and have few words with Charlie, who never failed ask if I needed anything, and when was I going to come home and see them, and to tell me he loved me. I always promised him I would come home as soon as I could, time and studies permitting. I never managed it; there was always too much to do, and never enough hours in the day to do it all.

Eventually I was accepted at one of the major teaching hospitals in London, and worked steadily towards my medical goals; I wanted to be a Cardio-Thoracic surgeon like my father, and gradually worked my way through the clinical, medical and surgical phases of my training. I was in the middle of my surgical rotation when I got a terse call from Lori; 

"Davey, Dad died this morning, you need to come home, now, Mom is in pieces, and I don't know what to do". She hung up, and I stood numbly, all the promises I had made to Charlie now less than worthless; he had gone, and I had lost another father.

I got the first available flight home, and there was Lori, waiting for me at Des Moines, but not the Lori I remembered; when I left she was a gangly 11-year old, 8 years later she was a full-blown stunner, a regular pin-up girl. Gone were the scrunchies, straggly black hair and dowdy tracksuit/sneaker combinations she seemed to live in, now she was wearing skin-tight black leather jeans, accentuating her superb rump, silver-tipped patent cowboy boots with silver heels, and a low-cut top outlining her killer breasts, probably a 36B cup, full, firm and enticingly feminine; nothing flat-chested or boyish about my kid sister, that was for sure! With her long glossy black curls tumbled over her shoulder, setting off her cornflower-blue eyes, she looked like a vision, a total head-turner, and not just to me, judging by the stares of the other men walking through the Arrivals Lounge. In so many ways, she was a snapshot of how mother must have looked 30 years ago. I just stood there, mouth agape, dazzled by my baby sister.

"Seen enough yet? Close your mouth, David, you're causing a draught." was her acerbic comment, her deep blue eyes glittering like arctic stars, sharp, brilliant, and cold. That was enough to jerk me back to my senses, and hold out my arms to hug her in commiseration and mutual loss. As I hugged her, I realised how much I had missed my little sister. But, she had called me "David", not 'Davey', my family and fireside name, and she had been stiff and unyielding when I hugged her. 

"She's still angry with me" I thought, apprehensively.

Lori led me out to Charlie's old Saturn, with 'Ouch' still painted on the ding on the rear bumper, another powerful reminder of our loss, and all I managed was some inane comment about the old bus still going strong, which Lori pointedly ignored.

On the way back to the house Lori and I talked in a desultory manner about Charlie, I reminisced about his patient coaching of me when I played Little League, teaching me to slide in for a base, the way he took pains to make sure I remembered as much as possible about my father, his fund of really funny clean jokes, his fondness for terrible puns, and his complete inability to cook even a frozen meal without burning it. Mother used to ask him how he could possibly fly and land a multi-million-dollar fighter jet with one hand, and yet be incapable of understanding a simple stove. We went on in this vein for a while, exchanging happy memories about good times, and then Lori dropped the bombshell.

"Davey, there's more, I couldn't tell you over the phone, I don't know how to tell you now, but here goes. Mom had a malignant tumour removed from her liver two years ago. She had the chemo, and it looked like it was gone, she came up all-clear just a few months ago. The cancer's back, it's spread, and she has tumours on her lungs, her liver, and her kidneys; it's bad, and she's pretty far gone. I'm sorry, she wouldn't let me tell you, she didn't want to disrupt your studies, and she knew what being a doctor meant to you. Dad waited for you to come home, he lived for the day you'd come home, he missed you so, now it's too late, it's too late for everything, why did you have to go away, why did you stay away so long, we needed you..." 


In Love with Lori Ch. 01



She had started crying while she was telling me, and her driving was getting erratic, so I asked her to pull it over, while a knot of cold fear and hot shame and guilt built up in my stomach. Charlie, now mother, God, how do we get through this?

I took the wheel of the Saturn and drove back to the old place on full auto-pilot, parked the car and ran inside to my mother. She looked shockingly old, thin and drawn, and one look at her told me she was nearly done; I had seen it too many times before to not recognise the signs. I lost it at that point, the years I had been away a huge gulf between us, time and togetherness I would never recapture, and no time left to try and make it up to her... 

The guilt tore at me as I realised Lori was right; she'd been right, I should never have gone away, now it was too late...

After the tears, mother said she had some plans for all of us, and gave us the gist of it. She and Charlie had planned to retire to Maine, we had holidayed there in the past, and it reminded her so much of the coastal woodlands and fields around where she had grown up, outside Barnstaple in Devon. She wanted to sell up and go there, see and smell the sea one last time. I agreed, of course, what else was I going to do?

We held the funeral the following week. Charlie's remains were cremated and scattered over the gently rolling hills by one of his air force friends, from the cockpit of an old Curtiss biplane, just as he'd wanted.

I had located and purchased through an agent a nice house just outside Bar Harbor, Maine, with superb views of the majestic coastline for mother to enjoy. The cost wasn't an issue, as my trust-fund had yielded an amazing amount of money, enough to keep us all in comfort for the rest of my life, plus I had made additional financial arrangements to care for my family, as if I had known, even then, that they would need me someday. It still tore at me, though, that I had left them behind to start a new life, but they had never let me go...

I guess the stress of the funeral, and the upheaval and prospect of moving to Maine was too much for her, because mother passed-away in her sleep two days after the funeral. 

Now we had to organise another funeral. Lori was nearly out of her mind with grief, and I was too paralysed with guilt to function rationally, but we somehow stumbled through the whole circus all over again, then I was left with the problem of what to do next. 

I contemplated taking Lori back to London with me, but she flatly refused, instead she insisted we make a clean break from Iowa, as had been originally planned, get rid of the old place, and move to the house in Maine, at least for now. Lori wouldn't live in the family house anymore; there were just too many associations with mother and Charlie.

It seemed a logical move, so we left instructions with a realtor to dispose of the house, and upped-stakes and moved to Bar Harbor, and got down to getting to know each other all over again.

At first it was strange, just the two of us, but we adjusted; I did most of the cooking, shopping and cleaning; Lori was too listlessly uninterested in anything, and had taken to sitting silently, draped in bathrobes and sweatpants, in mother's old green recliner, feet tucked under, only shuffling in to meals when I called her, and then retreating to her room, to cry, I supposed. 

I would hear her sobbing at night, but I hadn't the courage to go and comfort her; what would I say, without sounding like a complete hypocrite? My own guilt kept me from even making the attempt, though I spent more than a few evenings sitting by myself looking through old family pictures and snuffling.

And so it went on, the silences growing louder and more oppressive, the gulf between us widening with every passing day. The house had an almost palpable air of gloom and sadness, our loss hanging in the air, unspoken, heavy, and stifling.

Gradually, though, slowly, Lori began to re-emerge, to talk to me about Charlie and Mother, their life without me being there (but not digging at me for leaving), High School and Community College, but thankfully she didn't reproach me any further, at least not verbally; I think she knew how guilty I was feeling, and she was too sweet- natured to belabour the point, but I would occasionally catch her looking at me reproachfully, and then look away. But she had said her piece, on the way back from the airport, so that was the end of it. 

But she was still hurting, and sometimes the least thing, one of mother's hair barrette's falling out of a box, or finding one of Charlie's old combs in a drawer, would set her off into a fit of the blues, and she would end up back in that recliner chair, sobbing. I would leave her there, incapable of comforting her, and too guilty to try.

I had tried to apply subtle pressure on her to find some interests, or to perhaps go to college in New York or California; I could afford her tuition, and fully support her while she studied, but she said she would rather find a local job; the academic life was not for her. It was her decision, but at least she would always have me if things got desperate, and she would have this house, I had made sure of that. 

Eventually, she began to come further out of her shell, smile briefly at some of the things I would say to try and cheer her up, at my 'English' way of expressing myself, and to pick up her life and take an interest in things again. She stopped moping around in slippers and old bathrobes, and I even saw her one evening wearing jeans and a plaid shirt instead of her usual black sweats. 

I had brought my laptop, and would work in the evenings, writing up or commenting on the case notes the departmental secretary would email me, and sometimes Lori would sit and watch me work, very occasionally bringing me a coffee, and slowly re-connecting with me, as I was trying so hard to do with her. She would read some of the notes over my shoulder, and ask questions about the surgeries I had performed, sharp, intelligent, insightful questions, and talk with me about how much I loved it, her lively natural curiosity slowly returning.

Finally, one fateful evening, while we were watching TV and having a maudlin conversation about Charlie and Mother's favourite TV programmes, she grimaced and threw the remote onto the chair. 

"OK, fuck this moping around indoors, we need to go out, let's go get shit-faced, I'm ready to cause trouble!" she blurted out.

I had guessed she'd had something on her mind; all day she had been looking at me enigmatically, and would start to say something, then break off and go quiet again. I would ask her "What's up Lori?" and get a mumbled "Nothing...."

I could tell that something had been on her mind for a couple of days now, and several times I had caught her looking at me speculatively, but this sudden impulsive decision to cut loose was unexpected, to say the least. As a doctor, however, I felt it was probably healthier than the overwhelming darkness and gloom of late, so I agreed, and we decided to find a local bar, get some drinks, do some dancing, and celebrate Mother and Charlie's lives a little.

Lori ducked upstairs to get changed while I went looking for some shoes and the car keys, and when I came back into the room, a vision stood before me. She had changed into a white, clinging jersey mini-dress with a high neckline, but plunging almost to the floor at the back, and a hem-line that only just covered the curve of her buttocks, and topped-off with 5-inch heels and smoky eye-shadow. 

"You like?" she asked, pirouetting like a dancer. "Er....wow", was all I could say, especially as I could see every curve and outline of her wonderful body, which led me to conclude that she had 'gone commando' as the phrase puts it. 

"You do know where you are, don't you?" I asked, "The local constable will probably arrest you for being indecently dressed if he sees you in that get-up, not to say giving the Boston expatriates a heart attack!" I said, adding "besides, you look absolutely naked under that thing", to which Lori gave me a sly grin and slid the skirt up. 

Holy Christ, she was naked... 

"Lori, what in the name of all fuckery do you think you're doing, you'll get arrested!" I gasped, shocked that my (not so little) little sister was showing me 'the goods', (and turning-up the heat under me as well, if I'm completely honest!)

"Fuck it, I'm a party girl out on the town, what can they do to me?" she flipped back at me, and cheekily thrust out her bottom to display her magnificent backside even more prominently. She really was her mother's daughter, I realized, as hazy memories of seeing my mother being fucked hard suddenly gelled into full remembrance.

"Oh, I don't know, get raped in some bar, get banged-up on a prostitution charge, or worse!" I replied.

"I like the getting banged-up bit, you English have such apt expressions sometimes!" she threw back at me with a louche, wicked grin. "Anyway, do you like what you see?" she asked, once again pulling her skirt up to her waist and turning a complete circle once again. She looked like she had just stepped off the set of a porn movie, and by now I was struggling to manage an increasingly unruly erection, sister or not!

"Lori, stop it, get something a little more decent on, for Chrissake!" I managed to choke out, older-brother protectiveness finally losing out to increasing horniness, enjoying the sight of her magnificent globular buttocks jiggling slightly with every movement, and the equally alluring sight of her recently waxed pudenda, the lips innocent of a single hair or blemish. She grinned at me again, her eyes travelling to my groin, where I knew my arousal was plain to her, even from across the room

"You were checking me out at Des Moines International, you're a blonde, and as I have a thing for blonde men, you can have a good look for free; in fact, now you've seen the rest, you can see the best!"

With that, she whipped her mini-dress over her head and turned to face me, arms crossed behind her head. My eyes were riveted on the most magnificent pair of jutting breasts, crowned with coral-pink nipples and areolae, and compounded by her tiny waist, which made them seem much larger than they were, which was saying something, believe me! Her pose had the effect of thrusting those beauties out even further, and with her glorious buttocks thrust out and her flat stomach rounding down to the mystery between her legs, she looked like every man's perfect porn fantasy, mine included!

"I've got a pair of .38's, and by the look of your pants, you've got a real gun in there, you gonna prove me wrong? Fair's fair, I showed you mine, you have to show me yours!" she ginned at me. 

"Come on Davey, I need some fun, and you need to unload, why not combine the two, fun and unloading, maybe all over my face?" 

I was rendered absolutely speechless by her cheerful lack of inhibition, but also ready to take her up on her offer. But, a small insistent part of my brain kept repeating 'This is your sister, this is your sister, this is your sister'. Another, darker part intruded with 'Half-sister, only half-sister, go for it! 

With hindsight, it's obvious now that whichever head I was thinking with at that moment, it almost certainly wasn't the one at the top of my neck...

"Lori", I spluttered," this is so wrong, you're my sister..." 

"HALF-sister" she countered, emphasising the 'Half-', "and I've been hot for you since I saw that photo of you in the rowing team when you were 18, so are you gonna come over here and grab these while they're on offer or not? C'mon Doctor Davey, let's play Doctors and Nurses, you can suck on these, and then I'll suck on yours... " 

That did it for me, and I moved in, hands outstretched. Lori arched her back and thrust her gorgeous breasts into my outspread hands. Her nipples were hard as jellybeans, and a pink flush was spreading across her chest, as I moulded and kneaded those magnificent tits, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs to make her groan with excitement.

I pulled her close and turned her sideways on to me, sliding my left hand down to her excitingly bare pussy, while my right hand drifted down to the crevice of her buttocks. I caressed her pussy lips while rubbing my right index finger up and down her buttock crevice, pausing only when I brushed across her tight little anus in a slow circling caress.

"Oh, so you're an ass-man, I might have guessed, most men are. Did you know Dad was a dedicated ass-man, and that Mom loved it in her ass?" 

I paused in slight shock at this revelation, as Lori continued. 

"I sometimes used to watch through the door when Dad fucked Mom in the ass, she was a moaner, and she loved him to fuck her ass hard and dump his load up her ass! Sometimes he'd pull out and shoot his stuff all over her face, then stuff his cock up her pussy and start fucking her again -- man, he had stamina and staying power, they used to be at it all night, it used to keep me awake!"

This revelation caused my cock to stiffen to almost unbearable hardness, so it came as a blessed relief when I felt her small hands undoing my belt, unzipping my jeans, and freeing my cock so she could rub and squeeze the length of it. All through this I kept up stroking her pussy and feeling-up her bumhole, gradually sliding some of the dew from her pussy into the crack of her buttocks and onto her anus, until I was able to slide my finger into her tight little rear entrance. 

Lori shuddered, and closed her eyes, pulled my head around to kiss me hard on the lips, and through gritted teeth whispered "Now that you've joined-in, are you going to follow through?" For answer I inserted another finger into her tight bum-hole, and slid them both back and forth.

"You don't have to do that, I have lube, and I've done this before, believe me", then paused, "but maybe not with something so thick or so long -- we shall have to try it and see, yes? Just one more thing; do this properly, because I need it, and so do you, OK?"

I nodded mutely and turned her away from me, to lube up her arsehole and fuck her, the way I now remembered seeing her father fuck my mother so long ago, but she had other ideas.

"Oh no you don't, I want to face you when you assfuck me, I want you to bite my nipples and pull my ass-cheeks apart, I want you to hammer that big cock of yours into my ass until you hit bottom, and I want to see your eyes when you come in my ass!"

Nothing would have given me greater pleasure. Lori had a truly magnificent backside, globular buttocks, larger, rounder, and more feminine than the boyish backsides currently in vogue, opulent, but not excessive. Taut, firm, and slightly gelid, they quivered slightly with her movements, with no sag or stretch, and the thought of holding those spectacular globes was almost too exciting to contemplate, with the added bonus that I could suck those awesome teats while ramming my cock into her bumhole as hard as I could.

Lori squeezed a spurt of lube onto my finger and said "sit, on the couch, and lube my ass up properly". I duly obliged, but continued rubbing her clitoris with my other hand, making her shudder as she goaded me.

"Go on, you fucker, make me come, rub my pussy juice in my ass as well!" 

I kept rubbing and lubricating, while Lori's hands moved to her breasts and began to pinch and pull on her nipples. Suddenly she gasped, her knees sagged and she would have fallen if I hadn't had half my hand in her bum, holding her up.

"That felt good, but that was just a teaser for the main event!" she smiled at me. "Now lie down, Davey, I need to do this slowly."

I lay back, pulling off my tee-shirt and sliding my jeans and briefs off, and my cock sprang up like a flagpole, achingly ready for this ravishing creature, my little sister.

"Mmm, looks like someone needs a fuck" she murmured, straddling me and rubbing the tip of my cock up and down the crack of her backside. She squirted a fingertip of lube on her index finger and rubbed the tip of my cock, almost making me shoot there and then. She must have felt the throb, because she dug her fingernail into my perineum, the sensitive area between my scrotum and anus, the small sharp pain causing me to instantly back away from the brink.

"Oh no you don't, not just yet, I need this full and ready!" she grinned, squeezing me some more as she rubbed and fondled me.

With that, she leaned towards me, allowing me to snag her bottom lip with my teeth in a gentle nip, and whispered into my face "now, pull my ass cheeks apart, I need your help to get this thing inside of me."

I happily complied, any chance to get my hands on her magnificent bum again. Lori leaned back slowly, gingerly engulfing my cock in her backside. I felt the resistance as my cock pushed against her sphincter, listening to her gasp as I slid inexorably into her quivering anus.

"so big, so big, Oh God, slowly, please..." muttered, and then suddenly, with almost an audible 'pop', my cock slid into her backside, and her eyes widened momentarily as my cock slid all the way home.

"Now you can pump me, lover boy, just go slow, OK?" she gritted at me, and, happy to comply, I started pulling apart and squeezing together her bum cheeks while she slid up and down on me.

Lori started a long, slow rhythm, rising and falling, while I enjoyed the fantastic sensation of her tight anus clamping hold of my cock and dragging up and down on it. I was desperate to come, but I wanted to see what she was going to do next, so I kept meeting her rhythm while reciting sections from 'Materia Medica' in my head to divert myself from what I wanted to do most, which was let go and fill up her bum with my hot spunk. 

All the while, as she was grinding herself up and down on me, Lori kept pumping and rubbing her clitoris with her left hand, supporting herself with her right hand in the middle of my chest. Her breathing became more ragged as she began to speed-up.

Her orgasm hit her with pile-driver force, her body quivering and shuddering, as she groaned out loud, her sphincter clamping around my cock so tightly it felt like a vice.

I couldn't hold on any longer as my cock head swelled up to what felt like impossible size in the tight confines of her anal canal, and I just started blowing long ropes of spunk into her hot bum, filling her up to the brim, as I came more strongly than I had ever come in my life - I swear I felt my eyes bulge with the release of pressure!

I gasped out "Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitors are a class of compounds typically used as antidepressants...!" which just popped out as the tail-end of my efforts to not come before she did.

Eventually I stopped spraying spunk into her, and Lori slumped onto my chest, murmuring softly as she grazed on my neck, her body still shuddering and quivering as aftershocks rocked and trembled through her. Eventually she stilled, raising up to lick my chin.

"So Doctor Man, how do you like my therapy session, then?" she grinned.

For answer I lifted her head, and kissed her long and passionately, squeezing and kneading her bum while she slowly rubbed up and down against me. After a while, we had to break for air, and Lori leaned up on her elbows and grinned at me. 

"I've waited 6 years for that, since I was 13 and saw that picture of you. It felt so good to finally get you to fuck me, Davey, it was definitely worth the wait. What do you want to do now?" 

I lay back, savouring the afterglow, but also feeling guilty that the girl I had just sodomised was my sister, but as I lay there, admiring her fabulous figure, with her tumbled black hair, and her swaying breasts as she loomed over me, I only had one thing on my mind; to fuck her again, as many times as possible this wonderful night!




In Love with Lori Ch. 01



"Let's go find a bedroom, I want to play with you tonight, you dirty-minded little temptress" I grinned at her, and her eyes lit up with mischief as she disengaged from my still hard cock, giving a small gasp as my cock slid out of her, mini orgasms chasing through her body as she quivered above me.

As she rose, she tweaked the end of my cock, a naughty grin on her face.

"So, what the hell was that you just shouted out?" 

I blushed as I grinned back. 

"I was trying to think of something to stop me coming too quickly -- it was either a medical text or an image of Margaret Thatcher, the Materia Medica won..." 

I trailed off as she smiled the dirtiest smile I have ever seen grace a female face.

"It worries me that you can quote stuff like that off the bat, Davey. You have obviously been studying far too hard for far too long, young man," she stated seriously, "but Nurse Lori has just the cure for that. How about we climb into that nice big bed upstairs and you can fuck the shit out of me. You can shove your cock anywhere you like, as many times as you can manage -- if you want, I'll even dress-up for you, I have some very sexy, very slutty outfits, you can road test them for me!" 

I wanted!

I stood up, my cock still at half mast, and grabbed her to me, kissing her passionately while squeezing her firm buttocks and rubbing my semi-erect cock against her pussy lips. Lori kissed me back just as fiercely, grinding her pudenda against my cock, hoisting it up to somewhere near full stretch. 

Deep-down, I was still trying to process that the girl I had just fucked, and was gearing-up to fuck again, was my little sister, but I had already broken the taboo, so it was a little late to be worrying about that, but I still felt a residual guilt. Right now, though, my cock was in charge, and it knew what it wanted to do!

Lori broke our kiss to look me in the eyes and say, in all seriousness "You are OK with this whole situation aren't you, you know, us fucking together and all? Because this is not a one-night thing for me -- I've wanted you since I don't know when, and now I've got you I want this to go somewhere real, not just become a casual fuck-buddy thing." 

I stared back at her, and realised that, under the sheer animal lust, I loved her more than I could articulate, and I knew that I wanted her so hard it hurt, that she was definitely the one for me. The revelation that she had wanted me for so long was a bit of an earth-shaker for me, I had never thought of myself as particularly desirable, and certainly not the stuff that women's dreams are made of...

I looked her in her eyes and said "Lori, I want only you, now and for always. I want to spend my life with you, I want to wake up next to you for the rest of my life, and I want to be the only man for you, forever. A man like me can only dream of a peach like you, and I never want to let you go, do you hear me?"

Her eyes brimmed, and two big tears overflowed and ran down her cheeks as she grinned at me.

"You smooth-talking English bastards are all the same, anything to get in a girl's pants! You had me the first time you kissed me, you silly ass, but it's nice to hear you say it! Now, take me upstairs, I need to freshen-up for round two!"

We adjourned upstairs, where I took the opportunity to grab a quick shower and run a shaver over my face. I had just finished drying-off when Lori stepped into the room, fresh from her own ablutions. She had changed into a low-cut blouse, figure-hugging leggings, and had piled her hair up with one errant curl hanging down onto her face. With her raven hair and glowing white skin she looked innocent and wholesome, and truly, immensely fuckable, and I just wanted to grab her, yank her legs apart, and stick my tongue in her pussy. 

Lori, however, had other ideas; it seemed she was in the mood for a little teasing, to which end she kept dancing out of reach every time I made a grab for her, until I managed to connect and drag her close. Her mouth was so inviting I had to kiss her, gently and lightly, and she responded in like manner, our kisses gradually becoming more serious as our mutual arousal began to make itself felt. 

I slipped my hands to her hips, and felt the outline of panties under the leggings, which made her giggle. I looked at her quizzically, wondering why she'd gone to all the trouble to get dressed again, seeing as we were up here for only one reason!

In answer to my raised eyebrow, she smiled sweetly at me. 

"If you want to fuck me, you're gonna have to strip me, Doctor Dearest!"

Taking her at her word, I tugged at the waist of her leggings, sliding them down past her buttocks, and she wriggled as she slid them down the rest of the way, I continued to fondle and jiggle her buttocks, and slid my finger under the waistband of her panties, preparatory to sliding them off. 

"Why are you wearing panties?" I asked her curiously. 

She looked at me pityingly.

"Because I know that men like to peel them off slowly, apparently it's a big turn-on for them. Is it the same for you?" she asked, giving my erection a playful tweak. 

"I think we'll have these off" I responded, sliding my hands down the sides of her panties and pushing them down. 

She was right; I found the act of sliding off her panties extremely stimulating. Lori stepped out of her panties and stood before me, wearing her blouse and high-heels, and stark naked below the waist.

"Oh Doctor, are you going to give me an examination?" she asked in a little-girl voice. 

"Oh yes" I replied, "I may have to give you a couple of injections as well."

She turned away from me, bent forward slightly, thrusting out her beautiful rump, and reached behind her to pull her cheeks open, making her puckered anus gape.

"Could you do it in there, please, I think I need to have an injection now, the last one seems to have worn off!"

I needed no further prompting, and closed in for the kill. I helped her pull her top off, and eased her down onto the bed, stroking and rubbing her pussy, nibbling her erect nipples, and getting her ready for my cock, because I was going to fuck this beauty rigid tonight!

Lori lay back, pulling me down with her, into a tight and breathless embrace, our lips clamped together and tongues entwined. 

"Do me now, I want you to stretch my pussy for me, make this real for me, Davey, now!" she pleaded, and I was happy to oblige. 

I shuffled on my knees between her smooth pale thighs, and moved forward to position my cock at her entrance. I was conscious of the way her breasts didn't flatten out, but remained firmly pointing skywards as I gently inched forward. 

"Do it now, Davey" she pleaded, and I slowly but firmly thrust my cock home. 

She yelped, and locked her arms around my neck, drawing me down to her lips, as I began a slow, in-out motion, sliding my cock deeper with every thrust, with Lori meeting me thrust for thrust. I kept this motion up as she ground herself against me with every thrust, and I could feel her pulse racing as she approached orgasm. 

When she came, it was with a power and energy that startled me, her long legs locking around my waist as she pulled me tight against her, while her pussy throbbed and rippled around my straining cock, squeezing me delightfully as orgasm after orgasm raced through her. When she eventually fell back, momentarily sated, she kissed me hungrily and blearily asked me "What about you?"

"Don't you worry my dear," I said in the same calming tone an anaesthetist uses to calm worried housewives, "Doctor Davey has an injection for you to cure you of this temporary attack of nymphomania."

She looked at me blankly for a second or so, understanding dawning on her face as she grinned happily. 

"I think I'm ready for my injection now, Doctor!"

I knew what I wanted to do, rolling her onto her front and plumping two pillows under her stomach, to raise her rump in the air. I moved behind her, to lie back down on top of her, reaching under her to cup and squeeze her fabulous breasts. I felt her hand between us, guiding my erection into her back passage, and for the second time that evening, I slid my cock into my her willing bumhole. 

I tried to resist the urge to pound away, but the memory of what I had witnessed when I was a child, now sharply remembered and understood, of my mother being fucked in this way, took over, and all I wanted to do was re-enact what I had seen. 

Then it had been my mother and her lover, now it was my turn, with my mother's daughter, heating me to frenzy as I fulfilled her demand of earlier in the evening, that I pound her ass until I hit bottom. I rammed away as hard as I could, Lori alternately squealing and urging me on as she orgasmed again and again. Eventually, the sensations in my cock from her rippling anus, and the feel of her beautiful firm breasts, was enough to bring me to climax again, and once again I filled her arse with what felt like gallons of spunk.

"Oh God, Davey, that was sensational" she slurred, "you fucked my ass like a madman, it was fucking amazing, thank you!" 

I rolled onto my side as my cock softened and reluctantly popped out of her spasming bumhole, kissing her on her ears and neck, and pulling her close to me. Lori wriggled around to face me, so I began kissing her lightly on her lips, nose, and eyelids. 

"I've always wondered what that was," I confessed, "ever since I saw Charlie do it to mother before my father died." 

Lori looked at me in surprise. "I knew that my dad was your father's friend, but I never knew that he and mom were getting it on while your father was still around," she said. 

"Oh yes," I told her, "when I saw them do that, my father was in the room, watching, and after father went into hospital, Charlie moved into mother's bedroom, I used to hear them at night, I suppose they were doing more of the same. I think now that father, because he was dying, wanted his best friend to have his wife, because father knew that Charlie would be a good husband to her and a good father to me."

Lori rested her head on my shoulder, her glorious eyes glittering.

"We did alright with our parents, didn't we? After all, if your dad hadn't thrown our mom and my dad together, I wouldn't be here now, banging the man of my dreams, my handsome big brother!"

I grabbed her by her buttocks and pulled her close to me, pressing her glorious breasts against me.

"And I wouldn't be lying here, with the love of my life, my kid sister, pumping spunk into all her holes as hard as I could! 

"I haven't had all my holes filled up, at least not yet, you pervert!" she giggled, "I still have a few treats in store for you!" she smirked, gently cupping and squeezing my scrotum. 

Even after all our strenuous fucking, my cock was inching up again. I was incredulous, this woman was amazing, she was sex personified! We had been banging away like a pair of rabid raccoons, and now here I was, rearing up for another round, definitely a new experience for me! 

Lori winked at me, said "back in a second!" and disappeared into her room. A few seconds later she came back in, this time wearing a white garter belt and white stockings. "Like it?" she asked, posing for me with her arms behind her neck, breasts and sculpted rear end thrust out, glossy black curls cascading down her back, pouting a kiss at me, looking for all the world like a 50's pin-up centrefold .

"Oh God yes, come here!" I responded. 

"Uh-uh, first things first!" she grinned, wiping my cock down with an antiseptic wipe, squeezing me even as she cleaned me down, making sure I stayed interested; as though I could be anything but straining at the leash with that vision of hotness hovering around me!"

When she'd finished, Lori climbed onto the bed on all fours, and said to me with a cheeky grin "Now you get to fill my pussy, are you man enough?" 

I leapt to the challenge, moving behind her to pull her into a kneeling position, her sculpted hindquarters and slim waist accentuating the flare of her hips, offering a view guaranteed to tempt a saint into sinning with gusto and imagination. 

I closed in right behind her, and she reached back and linked her hands behind my neck, which had the effect of thrusting out her breasts, giving me a double handful of warm girl-flesh to hold on to. I eased her knees apart with my knees, took a firm hold, and managed to hit her pussy dead on first time, with no fumbling around. 

Lori gasped at my rapid entry, and let go of my neck to grab hold of the bed head. I kept a firm hold of her incredible breasts, to give me enough leverage to keep thrusting as hard as I could. I was extremely stimulated by this position, as I had a perfect view of my cock powering in and out between her fabulous buttocks, and her smooth back arched inwards to keep her breasts jutting out, and the firmness of her breasts in my clutching hands, her nipples hard as cherry stones. I couldn't last for long like this, but I remembered to ask her if she had protection.

"Don't worry; I've been on the pill for years, so you can top up my tank if you've got the stuff, Lover Boy!" she gasped back at me. At that, I shot my third load into this beautiful girl, and once again I came so hard it astonished me. Lori had obviously been having a string of orgasms, and when I finally withdrew she rolled over, put her arms around my neck, and clamped her lips on mine.

"Thank you David, that was amazing, you fuck good for an Englishman!" she grinned. "Maybe you should get some sleep now, you're going to need your rest for later! However, darling boy, if you do get the urge during the night, please feel free to just climb on and prod away, I won't mind, honestly!"

I grinned happily at her. 

"You are a very rude young woman; I may just take you up on that!" 

It was all bravado, though; for the moment, I was sated. However, I was more than happy to have this ravishing creature, my beautiful sexpot sister, naked and available in my bed, so I kissed her while sliding a finger into her accommodating anus.

"If you're going to keep doing that, I'd better keep the lube close by, just in case" she whispered, squeezing my cock and licking my lips. 

I pulled her close, with her head in the angle of my shoulder and my arms around her, relaxed, happy, and content for the first time in what felt like forever.

I awoke with a definite pleasurable sensation in my groin and cock; a warm soft suctioning, gentle and urgent. I opened my eyes fully, to see a pair of blue eyes twinkling at me, as Lori suckled my cock and gently squeezed my balls. 

"That's a hell of a wake-up call, you know" I croaked at her, as she removed her mouth from my now rampant cock and grinned at me.

"I wanted to do this last night, but you passed-out, Doctor Sleepy-head", so, as I put your ass to sleep, I am the boss of the bedroom!"

"Come here and we'll see who's the boss of the bedroom" I growled, and she obliged by kneeling upright, giving me the full panoramic viewing experience of her magnificent body. 

"There's something I want you to do for me" she said, and scooted up the bed to me, planted a big, soulful kiss on my lips, and turned away from me to straddle me so she was sitting on my chest, facing my cock

"You know what I want, off you go, you English horn dog!" she grinned back over her shoulder, leaning down to resume sucking my cock, presenting her beautiful backside and pussy for my delectation. 

I needed no further urging, pulling her by her hips into position and grabbing a double handful of firm, bouncy girl-flesh. I peered at every inch of the view before me, taking my time to wonder at the marvelous scenery, pulling her buttocks apart to examine every crevice and pucker.

"Get on with it, Davey!" she murmured, gently scraping my cock head with her a teeth as a playful warning and reminder of what she had in her mouth.

I grinned to myself and pulled her scenic bum down to face level, to slowly begin licking and gently rimming her anus. Lori squealed in delight as I probed her rosebud further, quivering in time to my tongue-thrusts into her secret place, and her hand snaked down to start rubbing her clitoris and penetrating her pussy. 

I licked away happily as she frigged herself, until I could sense her orgasm building, so I slid my thumb into her damp and slightly looser bum-hole, and flicked my tongue over her bean-hard clitoris.

That did it. Lori clamped hold of my cock with her lips, and sucked like a madwoman as she came, rasping her tongue over the sensitive slit in the tip of my cock. That tipped me over, I couldn't hold back any longer, and I came like cannon, bucking my hips, my cock pulsing and jerking as I unloaded jet after jet of hot spunk into her willing mouth, giving her a Spunk-Shake, extra creamy. 

Again, I astonished myself with how hard I came; I had been sucked-off before, by some very hot girls, but none as gorgeous as Lori and none of them had ever had the effect on me that she was having.

We both came down from the euphoria, Lori slumping down to lay her head on my groin, while I was content to keep viewing her exquisite, scenic little pucker and bare pussy. 

Eventually, and far too soon for my liking, she reared up, and looked back over her shoulder at me, with a satisfied smile, which metamorphosed into a cheeky grin, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, and her warm little hand rubbing my still semi-hard cock.

"So, Stud, what do you want to do now?" she smiled, flicking my cock lightly with a fingertip, making it plain what SHE wanted to do now!

"I want to fuck you 'til you scream, you minxy little sexpot!" I smiled "but first, I want to talk, then I want a shower, then I need some breakfast; you dragged me into bed last night without letting me have any dinner, now the inner man is crying out for nourishment. I definitely feel the need to feed."

"So talk, Doctor Man, what's so important that it has to get in the way of more nookie with a side-order of ass-fucking?"

I pulled her down beside me on the bed, noting once again how her spectacular body seemed to fit my image of the ideal woman in every way; my cock took notice as well, hardening even more as this beautiful naked girl, the little girl I had grown up with, my sister, wriggled wantonly against me. I had to resist mightily the urge to suckle greedily on her nipples while I groped her sexy body, as I had something hugely important I needed to say to her.

"This is important, Lori" I started "not just pillow-talk, this is about where we go from here." 

Lori looked at me with slight apprehension in her eyes, so I decided to head that one off before she got the wrong idea. I slipped both hands under and cupped her buttocks, dragging her into full-skin-on-skin contact with me, my cock lying between us.

"Lori," I began, "I know we are family, but that's immaterial. What's happened has happened, and I can't unmake it happen, nor would I ever want that, not in a million years. I realised last night that you are more, so much more than just my half-sister. I've fallen in love with you, and I love the feeling. I lay awake half the night thinking about how I feel about you, about what you mean to me, and I know there's no-one else for me. When I came home, I was coming home for the worst reason in the world, not to fall in love. You changed all that, in just one night. Now I know I can never walk away from you. I mean to have you and keep you with me for the rest of my life, as my lover...and my wife, if you'll have me."

Lori gasped, and grabbed my face to look deep into my eyes. Whatever she saw there, she knew it was the pure, unalloyed truth, and her glorious eyes brimmed over as she slid her arms around my neck, pulling me in tight for a kiss that lasted forever.




In Love with Lori Ch. 02



This is a re-posted version of the original 'In Love With Lori' series, chapters 4-7, consolidated, edited and made slightly more readable (I hope!) I wrote the series, so please, no screams about plagiarism, this is me, the original author taking the opportunity for a do-over; there's no real changes, nothing has been deleted, just some passages added-in to ease continuity and enable transition from scene to scene. There's no need to comment or rate, (although you can if you want to, it's a free country...)as all the comments the story was probably ever going to gather happened a long time ago, and this is just being posted to put it back into my body of work here on Literotica, as there are people who actually liked it, can't think why...

Please, read, enjoy, comment if you have to, it's all good, clean, dirty fun, I had some writing this, I hope you do reading it!

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I woke to find Lori, my beautiful sister, and now my fiancée, still fast asleep, deeply asleep by the looks of it, and partially draped over me, her arm and leg thrown possessively across my thighs and chest, and her lovely lips within kissing distance, so I obliged. 

She mumbled something and rolled away onto her back, arms and legs spread wide. Perfect! I had awakened ready to rumble, with a healthy, blue-steel erection, much to my surprised gratification, and hot little sister was due some payback for waking me so early this morning. I leaned up on one elbow for a long moment, admiring the splendid scenery before me, (and the view out the window wasn't bad, either...) and then began lightly kissing her shoulder, neck and chin, her breasts and nipples, so light I was barely making contact. I continued down her ribcage to her firm, toned stomach, with a small interlude to gently swirl my tongue in her sexy little jewel of a navel, and so on further down until I came to her labia, so conveniently on display. I began lightly kissing just her outer lips, feather touches but gradually getting firmer, my tongue sometimes lapping lightly at the hood of her clitoris. She could obviously feel something, even in her somnolent state; she muttered my name in her sleep, and then was still again, making me freeze; waking her just yet wasn't part of my fiendish plan! 

When I was sure she had settled back down, I moved back in, continuing my feather-light assault, until she drifted her legs even wider in her sleep, and her hand slid down in slow-motion to rest just above her pussy. I wondered what she was dreaming about, as her finger began to slowly brush against her pudenda and circle her clitoris, so I decided to help her along a little, lapping at her until her clitoris popped out of its little hood. She stirred at that, moaning softly and breathing heavily, her hand making more insistent motions as she arched her back to throw her head back, soft, liquid, moaning sounds coming from her as she worked herself up. My own erection was throbbing painfully now, and I shuffled forward, leaned over her to take my weight on my hands on either side of her, and ooooh so slowly pushed my cock into her warm moist pussy. 

Her head was still thrown back, her arms outstretched, and she began to move against me, holding the sheets in her outstretched hands as I humped her sleeping form. I was feeling immensely horny, and who wouldn't, in this situation? My girl, my fiancée, my red-hot kid sister, was lying under me, my cock buried in her, she was asleep, and yet still managing to hump back as I fucked her. Her breathing became shallower and more rapid, and her pelvis was humping back at me in a rocking, side-to-side kind of motion, as she screwed her pussy up and down on my cock! How sexual was this girl!? Even asleep, she was a better lay than most women ever manage wide awake and fully aware! She began to pump more insistently, and suddenly her eyes snapped open, her arms encircling my neck as she hissed at me "Harder you fucker, do me harder, you horny little bastard, make it happen, now!"

I grinned and obliged, no need for stealth now, so I plunged my cock into her with almost vicious force, making her mew and gasp. Suddenly she stiffened, eyes glazed, head thrown right back, her mouth dropping open, gasping and making little cat-noises as she came with shattering intensity. Her pussyl contractions, alternately clamping and sucking at my cock, were too much for me to bear, and I came like a jet engine, spunk hosing out of me in hot spurts as my cock spasmed and twitched.

Lori eventually came down, as did I, pushing my arms under the small of her back to hold her to me as I rolled over to hold her on top of me, whereupon she kissed me and licked the tip of my nose by way of greeting.

"You dirty fucker, I ought to cut that thing off and hang it over the door as a warning!" she smiled.

"Hello, Sleepy Sally, did you like your alarm call?" I asked her innocently.

"I was having such a nice dream," she grinned. "I was on a beach with your cock rammed up my ass, then suddenly I'm here, with you humping me like a horny baboon! That probably counts as rape, you know, Doctor Man, I'm calling the police!"

"I believe it's only rape if you say no, otherwise it's an occupational hazard of getting in bed naked with a horny English doctor!" I grinned. "I just wanted to try and sleep-fuck you, then let you wake up wondering why the hell you were covered in spunk."

Lori grinned back at me, her eyes dancing.

"You're such a pervert; I'm surprised nobody's nailed that thing to your leg as a lesson to you!"

I moved my hands down to cup and gently squeeze her buttocks, pulling them open and closed as I fondled them.

"Bet you're glad they didn't! Come on, time to get some dinner, I'm famished! Let's get a shower; we could do with freshening-up a little; I don't know about me, but you smell like the fleet's in...!"

I headed for the shower, but Lori claimed it first, by right of seniority.

"How did you work that out?" I asked.

She looked at me pityingly.

"You men are so dull-witted sometimes, I'm a woman, we always come first, didn't you know...?"

With an impish grin, and a wriggle of her delectable backside, she slipped into the bathroom before I quite got my mental balance back, so I conceded defeat and settled down to wait her out, knowing she would be in there for an age.

After a while, over the sound of the shower spray, I began to hear something interesting, definitely not-shower related. I eased the bathroom door open and peered in the mirror, which gave me a reasonable view of the wet room. There she stood, moaning softly, leaning against the wall and frigging herself with one hand, the other hand sliding a finger into her rectum, both hands pumping in unison, with her head thrown back and her eyes tightly shut.

The sight was enough to hoist my cock all over again, suddenly bone-hard, primed and ready for some rumpy-pumpy with my girl. 

As I was still naked, it was a matter of seconds to ease the bathroom door open enough to get in without engaging the squeaky hinge. Lori was in a world of her own as I stepped in behind her and cupped her breasts in one swift movement.

She looked back at me with her wicked, bottom-lip between the teeth grin, deliberately grinding her phenomenal bum cheeks against my arching cock, and gasped as I gently squeezed her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, a thrill running down her that I felt in my cock as her gorgeous arse jiggled.

"You dirty girl, how dare you touch yourself?" I said in a stern voice "do you know what happens to dirty girls who touch themselves?"

"No sir, please do tell" said Lori in her naughty-little-girl voice, flexing her bum cheeks around my cock teasingly, making my best friend twitch and a spasm run through my entire groin and mid-section.

"They get GROPED!" I growled, following words with action as I slipped a finger into her pussy, and another finger into her lovely, tight, well lubricated arsehole. She sighed at that, and moved her hands behind her, to clasp the back of my neck, holding herself tight against me.

"Do they also get properly fucked, Sir?" she asked in the same little-girl voice.

"I should fucking think so!" said I, rapidly losing the thread of the conversation as I became more engrossed with some serious groping of my beautiful sister, "Speaking of which, place your hands on the wall! Come on wench, assume the position!" 

She did so, leaning slightly forward to make her bum stick out. I slid another finger into her little pink starfish, making her gasp and giggle, to check she was ready for this. 

"You were dreaming about getting rammed up the arse, were you? Can you guess what happens next, little girl?" I whispered in her ear.

Lori looked back over shoulder at me, trying hard not to giggle, her blue eyes happy and full of mischief.

"Oh please Sir, are you going to fuck me in my ass, and pump my ass full of your hot sticky stuff? I love that, it's so dirty, but my big brother will find out, and he'll be so angry, please don't tell him!"

"Too late, he said I could! This will be your punishment for playing with yourself, you brazen little trollop," I grinned, unable to cope with the twin effects of that voice and the throbbing insistence of my cock!

"I knew you'd hear me eventually, Doctor Man, you took your fucking time, next time clean your ears properly!" she smiled, her eyes dancing with suppressed glee.

My only response was to grab a firm hold of her splendid breasts and slide my cock into her arse in one long slow glide. Lori's eyes bugged and she let out a whistling gasp from between her clenched teeth.

"God, Davey, is my ass getting tighter, or is that thing getting bigger?" she managed to gulp out.

"Lori, my darlingest darling, a man's cock is just another muscle, and as you know, the more you exercise a muscle, the bigger, firmer, and harder it gets, you should know this, and considering the work-out you've given it over the last day or so, weelll....." I told her in my best lecture room voice.

"That's bullshit and you know it, you dirty, perverted, ass-reaming little butt-fucker, you just love ramming that thing up my ass with no warning!" she gasped, pushing back against me to get the full benefit as I pumped into her, one of her hands sliding down her body to rub and massage her clitoris.

"Shall I stop then, you dirty girl?" I asked her, grinning as she clenched her bum cheeks tightly. 

"I didn't say I didn't like, Doctor Man!" she gasped, "keep doing it that way, I love the way you stretch my ass when you cram that thing into me!"

Very soon, her breath began to hitch and blow in shallow gasps, I could tell she was almost at the tipping-point, so I redoubled my strokes, pistoning into her as she frigged frantically, to suddenly give a deep, breathy sigh, and slump against the wall as her orgasm hit, her anus contracting, clenching and rippling, taking me past the point of no return, as I sprayed what spunk I had left into her hot, tight, sinewy anus.

When we finally got our breath back, we resumed our shower; I soaped and scrubbed her back, she did mine, but sadly managing not even a twitch when she lifted my cock to wash it behind the head. Lori looked at me quizzically, and I grinned wryly at her.

"What do expect, you tarty little trollop, I've been ejaculating in you like some fabled Fountain of Spunk almost continually for the last 24 hours! If you stuck a gun to my head and told me 'fuck or die', I'd tell you to pull the trigger, I'm a doctor, dammit, not fucking John Henry, the Steel-Driving Man!" I said in m my best 'Bones' Mc Coy voice.

"So, are we done for tonight?" she asked, her eyes flashing.

"No, but I need deep protein intake to rebuild my strength, so I prescribe a 2-inch thick steak with butter-fried button-mushrooms, a green salad and a cold beer. Get those in me, and you shall have your Prince Charming and his Amazing Performing Penis back tonight!"

"He better make a fucking appearance" she gritted mock seriously, "I'll need a refill later, and I expect you to do the honours. Be there at the ready, or sleep on the couch, buster. A far as I'm concerned, if your dick's not working, you're no use to me, are you hearing me, boy?"

"My Darling Sister," I began, as pompously as I could manage while watching a stunning naked girl jiggle around soaking wet, "feast of pulchritude though you undoubtedly are, a wet-dream fantasy for any man between the ages of eight to eighty, you are dealing here with a man suffering from extreme lack of steak. Once that basic need has been met, he shall do his meagre, yet heartfelt, best to satisfy your voracious, nay, carnivorous needs. Darling Sister, someone famous, I'm not sure who it was, possibly Mark Twain, once said something to the effect that there is no woman alive who could not defeat any ten men in the ultimate battle between the sexes! After an afternoon and night with you, I now heartily believe this to be true, so be gentle with me!" 

Lori looked at me levelly.

"You are so full of it, just be ready, no excuses will be accepted! I'll make sure you get your steak, one big enough to overhang the plate, so you'll have no excuses. If you drop dead I swear I'll carve a cock out of your leg-bone, because one way or another, I am going to have you inside me tonight, got it, Stud?"

What could I say, except to kiss her, hard, and squeeze her beauteous backside while she kissed me back with equal fervour, until, unable to hold it in any longer, she dissolved into peals of laughter.

"I am so looking forward to having you to myself for the rest of my life" I told her as I held her dripping wet, highly fuckable body close, unable to stop myself gloating. Mine, all mine!

"Just as long as I can always be your 'Little Trollop', Doctor Man" she whispered, her face muffled in the angle of my neck as I hugged her to me.

I had made dinner reservations that afternoon, at a restaurant which came highly recommended for barbecue and steaks, as well as local and boutique beers, so as usual, I was dressed and waiting, and waiting, for my hot sister to finally make an appearance. And what an appearance it was!

She had chosen a slinky black long sleeved minidress that looked like it had been sprayed on, with stockings covering her long, long legs and killer heels, her glossy black hair tumbling down her creamy bare back in large open ringlets. She looked cute, sexy, desirable, and very edible.

Lori has a lovely, almost classical profile, a straight nose with an adorable little tilt at the end, a small pointed chin, and incredible, kiss-me lips, and seeing her standing there like that, I wanted to leap on her and keep her for myself; she was too good to show to the local yokels in this hick town, she needed the catwalks of Milan and Paris, to be seen on the Promenade Des Anglaise, or lounging on the Cote D'Azure! One thing I could be absolutely certain of; looking like that in public, she was going to cause an Erection Epidemic tonight in the restaurant!

I tried to play it cool, by flipping a throwaway at her, to see if she would bite.

"Well, at least you scrub-up well!" I poker-faced at her, watching her grin at the compliment, but I could tell from her arch expression that she knew she'd already gotten me hot and bothered. This girl was a stunner at the best of times, but looking like this she could stop a train, and she'd done it all for me, so the very least I could do was let her know. 

I silently admitted defeat, and gave in. 

"Lori, sweetheart, Darling Sister of mine, wife-to-be, you look truly, absolutely ravishing, if it weren't for the fact that my stomach thinks my throat's been cut, I would rampage on you like a donkey on Viagra! You are absolutely the most beautiful woman I have ever seen; I still can't believe you consented to be my wife!"

Lori smiled at me, her lambent violet eyes lighting up, and she slid across the room to me like a snake on a snowdrift; I swear, she didn't move a muscle; one second she was leaning against the door jamb, the next second she was in my arms, her wondrous body moulding itself against mine.

"David, Darling Boy, you say the sweetest things", she cooed at me, "but", as she grabbed my crotch "that doesn't get you off the hook. Tonight, you perform, or I will suck the marrow out of your bones through your cock, are you hearing me? You WILL be my horn-dog tonight, or you get to find out in the morning what we do back there in Corn-Country to a dog that don't work! You dig, me, Stud-Boy?" 

She gave me one last meaningful squeeze before letting go and flicking her hair back off her face, her body rippling and undulating as she did so, a sight guaranteed to make anthropoid males the world over howl and bang their heads on the wall, or take two cold showers and a couple of laps around the playing fields...

"Loud and clear, you hot, wicked, gorgeous little fun-bundle!" I replied, sliding my hand up her thigh and slipping a finger under her taut panties and into her warm anus, as I kissed her gently so as not to mess up her make-up, and nibbled lightly at her ear. 

"Now let's go, wife, we have reservations, and they won't hold them forever."

Dinner was a sedate affair. Lori had a lobster salad with tiny little new potatoes in a cream sauce, and I had the monster steak she had promised me, medium-rare and smothered in butter-fried mushrooms, with the obligatory green salad, washed down with a lovely light, yeasty beer, everything I'd asked for. Lori had a chilled white wine, and we chatted about life, love, the future, all the things engaged couples discuss. She was wearing her engagement ring, and had received a concerted look of envy and pure unadulterated longing from all the women in the restaurant; well, it was a small town, apparently word had gotten around. Most of the men had stared in awe and wonder when Lori and her little black dress walked in, followed by sighs of envy when she leaned over and kissed me as we were shown to our table. Lori glowed, the prettiest blush I had ever seen, her eyes sparkling like violet fireworks. 

We were in a romantic glow the entire way home, holding hands with our fingers entwined as we slowly strolled home in the late evening air of coastal Maine. She was puzzled when we crossed the road so that I could walk on the sidewalk with her on my left side, and asked why; I obliged, telling her that I had been told as a very small boy by my father that the lady always walked on the left, so that her male companion could not only shield her from the dirt and mud from the street, but also to keep his right arm, his sword arm, free and unencumbered to defend her. Her eyes sparkled at that.

"You English, you seem so stiff and aloof sometimes, and so old-fashioned and fuddy-duddy, and then you tell me something so damned romantic about something as normal as walking up the street! I'm going to love being an Englishman's wife!"

"About that," I started, "We need to get your passport sorted out, and get the marriage license. I don't know what the requirements are, so how about we make a trip to City Hall tomorrow to get the ball rolling. I'm burning with impatience to make you mine, and I don't want to miss a day!"

Lori told me she had a passport, although it was 4 years old, it would do. 

"I looked like this when I was 15, even the hairstyle is the same, the only difference is the 'Girls' here hadn't quite arrived yet!" 

She turned sideways on and cupped 'the Girls', and I had to agree, they would certainly have been the focus of any photographer if he'd seen them! 

"Wow, if only everybody had a sister as hot as mine!" I breathed, pulling her in close for a kiss and a quick squeeze. Lori dimpled at the compliment, and I had to struggle for a moment to get back to reality. 




In Love with Lori Ch. 02



"I also want us to take a quick trip to New York very soon" I said, "we need to organise your visa so you can come back with me, unless you know of a British Consulate in New England somewhere...? I trailed off hopefully.

Lori shook her head.

"Nope, but we can ask at City Hall tomorrow. Anyway, that's tomorrow, this evening isn't finished yet, you dirty-minded, over-sexed, lecherous little pervert! I find myself wishing you were a dentist, as I have several cavities I need filling..., but, as you're only a doctor, I have two rather pronounced swellings I think you need to pay some attention to, maybe manipulate a little..."

I love the way this girl's mind works!

We arrived back home about 20 minutes later, and sat down on the couch together, Lori pulled close to me so I could feel the heat from her body.

I turned to her to ask her about whether she had ever been to New York, instead her mouth met mine in a long, lingering, and very stimulating kiss, and I began roaming my hands over her hot, firm body, pulling her up so she was kneeling on the sofa, my hands restlessly fondling and touching, stroking and squeezing -- there were so many good things to grab, I was spoiled for choice!

Lori straddled me, one of her favourite positions, and I slid my hands up the back of her dress, trying to find the way to get it off.

"Slow down, Davey," she murmured, "let me take it off."

I acquiesced, watching in fascination as she slid the skin-tight garment off in one smooth movement, leaving her wearing just wispy, miniscule panties and her hold-up stockings, with her lovely breasts in all their glory, her nipples right in front of me, ripe for the sucking. As I'm not the sort to pass up a good thing, I cupped her buttocks to draw her up and in to me, and began licking, nibbling, and gently sucking her beautiful, coral-pink nipples, the fact that they were standing out like chapel hat-pegs indicating to me the level of her arousal.

Lori murmured her approval as I lapped, nibbled and sucked at her nipples, varying the pressure and technique, drawing moans and murmurs of appreciation and arousal from her, and stretching and shivering like a cat as I began more serious explorations of her body. My hands slid her panties down as far as I could, so I could rub and tease her anal bud. She obviously liked this, pushing my chin back so she could clamp her lips over mine, her tongue snaking between my teeth to fence with my tongue, all the while rubbing her pussy back and forth over my rapidly hardening cock. Lori started fumbling with the waistband of my slacks, trying to undo the button/catch/button combination that seems to be the norm these days, eventually grinning in defeat at me. 

"Hold on, let me up a second, I want to get those damn things off!"

I chuckled, and gently released her, letting her stand up so I could stand up as well to drop my slacks and shorts, and pull my Polo shirt over my head. Lori looked down in mock disapproval.

"A gentleman always removes his socks, David!" 

I smiled at this, pulling off my socks to stand bare naked in front of my best girl.

"Mmm, seems to be functioning according to requirements, so you're off the hook, stud-boy!" 

Obviously she approved of my revitalised cock, standing out and up, and getting harder the more she stroked it.

"Come on Davey, let's play!" she smirked, and I wasted no time in yanking her tiny little panties all the way off. I held them up in front of her, looking at it quizzically. 

"Lori, this thing is more indecent than just being honestly bare-arse naked, I mean, look at it; it's practically an incitement to riot!"

"So you don't like it, then?" she pouted, laughter dancing in her eyes. "I wore them to get you hot, I thought you might need a little assistance after earlier on..." 

"Oh yes, I love it, it's so...so...well, you, isn't it?"

"You knew I had a dirty mind," she grinned, "and I wanted to stay within the law; after all, if I had been in an accident and arrived at the hospital wearing no panties, well...what would they have thought of me!"

"If there were any men there, they'd be taking pictures to leer at in their old age, what else?" I grinned 

All this verbal foreplay was hoisting my best friend ever higher, a fact she was quick to take advantage of, swaying past me and deliberately bumping her hip against mine as she made her way to the dining table. Lori looked at me, grinned, and bent over to rest her chest and cheek on the table, looking over at me as she slowly pulled her cheeks open, with a big, naughty grin on her face. I was watching all this, wondering what she wanted to do, when she spoke, her voice low and sultry.

"I thought you wanted pie, Davey, so come get it!"

I needed no further prompting, moving in behind her, kneeling down to admire and examine the fabulous backside and pussy of my centrefold-sister, taking my time to savour every contour and feature of such breath-taking scenery.

"Baby, if you don't start doing something soon, I'm going out and finding a truck stop!" she purred, wiggling her delectable rump and making the sculpted hillocks of her comely, biteable bum ripple and jiggle in a most stimulating manner.

Unable to wait any longer, I leaned in and started planting light, feather-touch kisses on her behind, at the juncture of her thighs and her buttocks, and around her tempting little anal pucker, lightly stroking, kissing and smoothing her clear glowing skin, slowly moving into the centre of attention, her pink anus and sleek pussy. Lori closed her eyes, smiling archly as I circled in to my target, eventually lapping at her anus, stabbing my tongue further and further into her, making her squirm and gasp at each new flick of my tongue.

When I had her gasping and writhing, I moved my attentions down to her eager pussy. Her clitoris was already unhooded, showing that my attention to Lori's anus had been having the right effect, and I continued lapping and stabbing with my tongue, this time between her pussy lips. My nose was buried in her most womanly parts, smelling the intoxicating musk of her growing excitement, the sweet scent of the soap she had used to shower and wash herself underlying the natural musk she was exuding from both holes. I recalled the remark she had tossed at me recently, about pheromones, and I realised that her own pheromones were acting on me now, ramping-up my own sexual responses and firing my chemosensory receptors in continued salvoes, flooding my system with adrenalin, preparing me for sex with this girl, my lover, my sister.

At last, both of us stimulated to a higher level than we had reached so far, keyed-up to almost fever pitch, I couldn't hold back any longer. My need to fuck her almost overwhelmed me as I rose up behind her, shuddering with lust, need, and heightened sexual response, to knead and squeeze her firm buttocks as I slowly pushed the purple glans of my engorged cock into her hot, slick pussy, her own arousal level as highly keyed-up as mine. I took her hands as she blindly reached for me, pulling me down across her back as I began thrusting in long even strokes, now taking my weight completely on my forearms. The feeling of her warm springy buttocks moulding themselves to me as I thrust again and again was erotic and exciting, the sensation making her gasp and shudder and push back against me, trying to get as much of my cock into her as she could.

"Davey, please, stop, not like this...stop...!"

Surprised, thinking I was hurting her, I stopped and backed away. Lori stood up, a little shakily, and tuned to face me, taking my face in her hands and kissing me hungrily.

"Davey, I want to do this upstairs, in our bed, not here, not like this; can we go there, please?" she asked, and I was happy to comply, although a little puzzled as to why. 

I followed her upstairs, marvelling once again at her perfect rear, into what had become our bedroom, and allowed her to lead me to the bed, my look quizzical and slightly puzzled. She sensed the question, and smiled knowingly.

"Darling Boy" she started, "I want to make love, not just fuck, can you understand that?"

Immediately it made sense. Before, we were working-off our lust and mutual attraction, playing sex-games and having fun, to try and find out more about each other, about where we could go with each other, and what our boundaries were; but now, things had changed, and she needed to make love, not just have sex. For us, and especially for her, it was to be a re-statement of our commitment to each other, and she didn't want to sully what she knew was the start of our lives together, even if she didn't quite understand that yet. 

For her, what we did now would be the game-changer, something she realised deep down, that this was how we were supposed to go from here on.

All of this flashed through my mind in a second, and it felt right, and fitting. I was already fully committed to this girl, recognition of this fact so woven into me now, at such a deep, instinctive level, I would never be able to consider her as anything other than my mate, forever. 

I lifted her hands, and kissed them both, then kissed her lovely lips once, saying just one thing, knowing instinctively that it was the right thing to say just now.

"Always." 

Lori smiled up at me, relieved to see that I understood and accepted these changes in her, and what they meant, even if she didn't know how to express them. With that, she took my hand and led me into the bed, pulling me down next to her. Her arms locked around my neck, and I drowned forever in her lips, only coming up as she lay back on the bed, inviting me to join her. I lay next to her, caressing and rubbing, smoothing and squeezing, my body shivering and twitching with adrenaline overload, while her eyes closed in enjoyment. She suddenly pulled me down onto her, kissing me passionately, fiercely, amorously, obviously feeling the need to finish what we had started downstairs. 

I was still rampantly, painfully erect, and now she reached out to grab my distended cock and squeeze it rhythmically in a persuasive up/down motion, feelings of complete trust and love for this beautiful girl, my sister, and wife to be, flooding through me as she pumped.

"If you keep doing that, you'll miss out on the big finale" I warned her, hardly able to contain myself, and she grinned, leaving off and spreading her legs in invitation. I mounted her, sliding my cock into her well-lubricated pussy, the slick, dewy flesh parting easily for me, hearing and feeling her gasp of satisfaction as I filled her.

She looked into my eyes with love, and trust, and adoration, seeing those same things in mine as I slowly pumped in and out, working ourselves toward the consummation we both knew was inevitable and necessary to make us one. I speeded-up my thrusts, Lori meeting me thrust for thrust, her pelvis grinding into me as I fought to restrain myself. Her breathing quickened and her movements became more urgent, as did mine, as we fought to reach that place together. 

And then, suddenly, we did; her eyes snapped open and she screamed "OH MY FUCKING GOOOODDDD!", shuddering and gasping as orgasm after orgasm chased their way through her, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her. I felt my whole heart collect together and burst out of me, into this wonderful girl who wanted nothing but me. I came in such intense waves of release that I thought my eardrums were going to burst, my vision dimming as the blood pounded in my head. I remained locked in place, the tremors and waves of orgasm shuddering through both of us, adrenaline still pumping and coursing through me, my groin and midriff clenching and spasming as I pumped jet after jet of hot semen into her. 

I ducked my head down to kiss my sister on the bridge of her nose when the flare of release died down somewhat; her eyes fluttered open, and she grinned at me.

"Hello, Doctor Man, fancy meeting you here!" she whispered, her eyes sparkling as the adrenalin rush of her seismic orgasm slowly drained away. 

I rolled over, still embedded in her body, and locked my arms about her lower back as I held her close to me, almost sobbing for breath, winded and shattered in the aftershock of my own adrenaline rush.

"What just happened there?" she asked a little blurrily. 

"Darling Girl," I replied when I could catch my breath, still shaking and twitching in reaction, "regardless of what a Justice of the Peace says in some rural courthouse, we are now married!"

She smiled at me as two big tears rolled down her cheeks. 

"What's up, sweetheart?" I asked in slight surprise.

"I know I'm being silly, but I just wish Mom and Dad could know how happy I am, could have been here to share in this with us" she whispered.

"You're not being silly, poppet, you're being normal. This is a new beginning for you, for us, but before you can have a new beginning, you've got to look back and pick out the best bits that went before, to help you pick the right way forward. That was the last thing my father told mother, and it's still true; but, if mother and Charlie had still been with us, would we, could we, have ever have come together in this way?"

Lori looked at up at me with those glorious eyes, like two lambent sapphires, a wistful expression on her beautiful face.

"We'd have found a way, Davey, I would have found a way, believe me!" she smiled, her fingertips lightly grazing my face. I smiled back and kissed the tip of her adorable nose.

"I believe you, baby-girl, and now, we have to get some shut-eye" I told her, "we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow, and we have a wedding to plan!"

Lori grinned at me and pushed her hand between us to grab hold of my rapidly deflating cock. 

"Let's not get up too early," she smiled, eyes still sparkling with unshed tears," I plan on enjoying my marriage bed a little!" 

I smiled happily and pulled her in close. God, she always smelled delicious; her own feminine odours, the smell of her perspiration, the sweet smell of her breath, all combined into a single heady scent that constantly reminded me of fairground cotton candy, or fruit cake, with a hint of cinnamon or some other sweet, heady spice, nutmeg, maybe, something almost Christmassy in its connotations and undertones.

I woke several times during the night, awakened by Lori turning restlessly, once to see her shoulders shaking as she cried, silently, so as not to disturb me, which made me feel even more protective toward her. I softly stroked her back, and she turned to me, face screwed up as she cried into my chest. 

"What is it, baby-girl?" I asked gently.

"What you said earlier about Mom and Dad, I know it's true, but that doesn't stop me needing them now. David, what am I going to do without them?" 

David again. This was serious; I had to go careful here.

"You'll have me, and our children, and between us we'll keep their memory alive. My father died a long time ago, but he still lives inside here" I tapped my head, "in my memories of him, his voice, his smile, the smell of his cigarettes, all the little things. I only had him for a little while, but it was enough, and anytime I needed my father, I closed my eyes remembered his voice, and there he was again. Mother and Charlie made sure of that, and so will we; we have a whole lifetime of memories of mother and Charlie, so many things to remember and treasure; one way or another, they'll always be with us. Even though he'll be long gone, little Charlie and little Lori, and all the other children we'll make will still be well acquainted with their Grandpa Charlie, I promise you that."

Lori reached up and pecked me on the cheek, just next to my mouth.

"How did a blonde like you get to be so deep?" she grinned; for answer I turned her around, smacked her rump, and pulled her in to me, holding her as close as I could. 

I sleep light, and Lori seemed to finally have got the answers she needed, because she slept like a baby, albeit a baby with some spectacular and very grown-up scenery!

I woke in the early post-dawn, about 4:30 or thereabouts, to the pleasurable sensation of a small hand fondling my cock, scratching lightly on the underside with a fingernail, obviously trying to tease it into a full-blown erection.

"What are you doing, baby?" I smiled, watching her grin back in that dirty, sexy way that only she can do.

"I was trying to see whether this thing worked on auto-pilot, or if the flight-crew need to be on-deck to get this little beast," she flicked my glans, making me jump, "combat ready and airborne!"

I grinned at her.

"Not so much of the 'little', you disrespectful tart, I'll have you know I have thank-you letters and testimonials from some very grateful young women!"

"Really?" she grinned, cupping my scrotum in a ring of threatening fingernails, "do tell, Stud!"

"That's all in the past" I told her, loftily ignoring her, "a gentlemen never talks about the ladies in his past; now get up here, woman, we have an itinerary to plan."

Lori obediently slid up against me, and almost immediately all thoughts of itineraries, plans, and anything else disappeared as soon as her warm flesh came into full contact with mine. Her pneumatic body felt absolutely fucking incredible, and right now, all I could think about was slipping my rapidly inflating boner somewhere inside her.

"I thought you said we had plans?" she said, staring speculatively at my erection."What do you plan on doing with that, then?"

And with that, I rolled her on top of me, my hands planted firmly on her bum, her legs on either side of me, and her lips within easy reach. Lori looked at me with a twinkle in her eye, and I knew she was planning something, so I jumped the gun on her and pulled her bum cheeks wide, allowing my cock to drop into position to penetrate either hole.

"Time to choose, darling; do you want it in the bulls-eye, or should I aim for double-top?" I asked, using the English darts terms for the centre target, or the double-Twenty segment at the top of the dartboard to describe her pussy, or her anus immediately above it in this position 

"Go for the bull's-eye, darling, I want to be able to sit down once or twice this week!" she grinned, and I needed no further urging, sliding in my cock into her tight, wet pussy in one long slow push.

"Oof, thank you Darling, got any other tricks?" she asked . 

"Always happy to oblige, sweetheart" I responded, sliding a finger into her anus, which I found already lubed-up. 

I raised an enquiring eyebrow at her, and she grinned back at me. 

"I know you so well, you filthy-minded little ass-rapist, so I just took some early precautions!"

"What-ho, that's what I need in a wife, someone who thinks ahead!" I told her in my best upper-class twit voice, making her laugh and jiggle about in the most appealing way. 

She began to move against me, rubbing her clitoris against me as she clenched and un-clenched her pussyl muscles, squeezing me delightfully, and quickly began to show signs of getting there, so I decided to help her along by inserting another finger into her anus, and pumped them in and out of her as she pumped against me. 

When her orgasm hit, her anus clamped down on my fingers as her pussy expanded and contracted around my cock, while she shivered and shuddered against me as her orgasm peaked and then died away, leaving her breathless and glowing with sweat.

"Your turn," she declared, rearing up above me, determined to do what she could to make me as satisfied as she was.

"I think I'd like you to stick that in my ass now, Doctor Man!" she grinned, and who was I to argue with a girl like her?

"Kneel down, then, facing away from me" I asked her. Lori duly complied, and I shuffled on my knees behind her, reaching around to hold those magnificent breasts of hers. 




In Love with Lori Ch. 02



"Here goes, baby, are you ready?" I warned her, and once again, at her nod and grin, thrust my cock into her tight little anus in one long slow glide, pulling her back against me to keep her upright.

"I knew you'd like this, you are such a bum-pervert, Denham" she panted, pumping back against me as I thrust into her hot tightness, feeling her rectum ripple and squeeze along the length of my cock.

"Serves you right for being such a hottie!" I retorted. "Getting rampantly fucked like this goes with the territory!"

She swayed forwards, and I followed her down, with my forearms on either side of her, keeping my cock embedded in her hot arse and pumping long strokes as hard as I could. Lori spread her arms wide, grabbing a double hold of the bedding, while I slid my hands under her, to hold and squeeze her breasts, keeping my weight on my elbows and forearms. This seemed a very natural position, restful for both of us, and very sexy, as I got to hold her tight to me, while at the same time being able to kiss the nape of her neck, her back and shoulders, and between her shoulder blades, and still keep pumping as hard as I could. 

Lori was obviously getting something out of it as well; her breathing was becoming ragged, and her anus was clenching and contracting around my cock, sucking at the flesh in a way I found difficult to ignore. Suddenly, she stiffened, a loud gasp bursting from her as her orgasm hit, taking me with her, her anal passage clamping down all round my cock, the exquisite pressure making my cock spray spunk inside her back passage like I had an endless supply. When I came down and withdrew, she turned to me and kissed me hard and long. 

"Thank you, Lover-Boy!" she whispered. With that, she slid her arms around me and held me close, her magnificent breasts flattened against me, holding me hard against her, until she dropped off to sleep again, completely sated.

When I awoke, it was with a start, thinking we had slept the day away. As my head cleared, I thought to look at my watch; phew, it was only 8:30am. That little minx had woken me at half-past four in the morning to play, so my time-sense was wobbling a little. Thank goodness for that, we had a lot to do today, and only a few hours to do it in.

I slid out of bed, made a few calls, and slid back in without disturbing her, then surveyed her as she lay there unawares. She was lying on my left side, on her stomach but facing away from me, her right leg bent at the knee, thrusting her fabulous bum in the air towards me, so I thought I would wake her as gently as possible, considering what I had done yesterday afternoon to wake her...

With this in mind, I started gently kissing and licking her earlobe, while at the same time lightly rubbing her bumhole in a circular motion with my left index finger, never penetrating her, that was not the plan; I just wanted to gently wake her, not shock her into a seizure...

After a few seconds of this, the nibbling and the stroking, she began to stir, so I moved away, preparing to kiss her into a more wakeful state.

"Mmm, that was nice, why did you stop?" she asked sleepily "I was enjoying that, more, please."

"No can do, Angel-May", I replied softly, "if I keep that up we both know what it leads to, and we have things to do, and not much time to do it in, so up and at 'em, Sleepy-Sally!"

Lori rolled over and wrapped her arms around me, pulling herself up for her wake-up kiss, which I gave her with extra nibbling, then smacked her scenic rump lightly.

"Right you, shower's over there, and I'm going first, you know you'll take forever, unless you want to save time and shower together...." I trailed off as I saw her eyes light up, "...on reflection perhaps solo showers would be a better idea" I finished, the light of mischief in her glorious eyes dying back a bit as she saw I was being serious.

"Remind me, Davey, what are we doing today" she queried, looking both excited and a little apprehensive.

"OK, there are the papers you'll need to prove your identity when we apply for the Marriage License, you know, birth certificate, any other proof of identity. I have my passport, so there should be no problem getting it, and once the license is issued, it will take a couple of days, then we can be married anywhere in the great state of Maine. Plus, we are going to Boston; I made a couple of calls, and there's a British Consul there, so that will take care of your visa. As a bonus, I actually recognised the name, he happens to be my Uncle Richard, Richard Denham-Grant, although I might want to keep that relationship quiet, at least for now; I've never actually met him, and we certainly don't want or need any complications just now!" 

"Davey, you are just so fucking organised!" grumbled Lori, trying to sound serious, but I could see the mirth bubbling in her eyes and making her shoulders shake and her beauties jiggle (don't look, dammit, don't look, you have important things to do...!) 

"Have you left any room in your schedule for anything else?" she asked innocently.

"Like what, wench?" I asked with a smile. 

"Oh, I don't know, maybe fucking the living daylights out of me, perhaps?" she smiled.

"I'm way ahead of you, you evil-minded little nympho! I swear, you've got a mind like a pit of snakes! We have a suite booked at The Mandarin Oriental in Back Bay; open booking, so we can stay as long as you want. It's a 5-star, so I order you, as your husband-to-be, to pamper yourself! But first, off to City hall, we need to get the license sorted today, because I have us booked on an early evening flight with Panic Airlines, or whatever they call themselves, into Logan, for us to take care of business tomorrow. "

Once we'd showered, and I'd had a good shave, we drove into town and parked-up in the municipal parking lot. A very helpful receptionist sent us to the Municipal Clerk, who helped us fill in the application, checked and photocopied our identity documents, stamped and notarised the application, and told us it would be available for collection within 4 business days. We paid the grand total of $30, $10 each License fee and $10 for 2 certified copies of the Marriage certificate. That was it, we were free to marry anywhere in the State of Maine! 

As it was about that time, we found a small bistro with outdoor seating, and had a wonderful lobster brunch, enjoying the sea views, the fresh sea tang in the air, and the white-golden sunlight that they only ever seem to have in Maine. Lori, however, seemed to have something on her mind.

"David, there's something I want to say," she began, "Please don't say anything, just hear me out, OK?"

I was mystified, but waited to hear what she had to say.

"David, I just wanted to say that, now that our getting married is about to become a real reality, there's something I need to ask you, and I need you to be completely honest with me. Is this really, truly what you want? Because you don't have to do this, just because you feel obligated or anything; I know you feel guilty over Mom, please don't feel you have do this out of some sense of duty, or pity or...or... anything, I'm a big girl now, I can look after myself; if you think you have to do this, then it's for the wrong reasons, please don't hurt me like that, I...Davey, please...!"

She was crying openly now, and my heart was breaking open to see her so distraught. 

I scrambled over to hold her, close, drying her glorious eyes, and kissing her once, gently, on each eyelid. "Loretta Keene, the only thing I want in this world is you, to be my wife, my partner, my best friend, and the mother of my children. I love you more than anything. Always remember that".

Lori kissed me gently on the cheek, tears still rolling down her cheeks.

"Are you really, truly sure, Davey? I love you, Doctor Man, please do this only because you love me too!"" 

For answer I kissed her, hard, my hands roaming over her, heedless that we were in full view of anyone who happened to look our way.

"Lori, all I can think of is you; I love you more than anything, and all I want is for you to be happy, with me, forever. I love you, Loretta Keene!"

"Thank you Davey!" she whispered in my ear, "and now you've made me cry again!" she smiled at me, eyes still full, "I have to powder my nose, back soon, Darling Boy!"

When she returned, her make-up was completely restored, with no sign of her tears. I held her hands, lifting her ring to show it to her. 

"This is just a thing, but it's a symbol of forever, always remember that, my darling wife."

Lori sat down and contemplated her glass of wine, fiddling with a bread stick, twirling it casually in her salad dressing.

"Davey, what time is our flight tonight?" she asked, casually, innocently. Yeah, right!

"7:30 p.m., sweetheart. Why?" I responded, as if I didn't already know.

"Weelll, it's only just gone 11, so we have several hours to kill. I don't want to window-shop, the clothes here are terrible, I'd need to be 60 with a prolapse to even think about buying anything here, so I was thinking we should go home, and pack a couple of bags, and then you should maybe fuck the hell out me, what say?"

I had to agree with her, the thought of finally getting our marriage accomplished was having a decidedly aphrodisiac effect on me; there was a building tension in my balls that no amount of sunlight, sea air or superb Maine lobster was going to relieve. Besides, the interlude just now had shaken me, and I needed to hold my girl closer than I could out here in public.

"My thoughts exactly, you vulgar little girl, you saved me the trouble of asking!"

"Darling Boy, the day I turn you down for sex is the day they put me to bed with a shovel" she told me, and leaned over to give me a warm, loving kiss, with extra mayonnaise.

We headed back to the car, me walking with my document folder held in front to conceal my tremendous hard on. Even the short drive back seemed far too long; Lori in the sunlight, wearing her brief sundress and kitten heels, was a sight that would tempt a Trappist monk into sin.

Once inside, all restraint fell away, and I had my hands on her lovely peach of a bum before her purse had hit the table. She kissed me with a need that surprised and gratified me, fumbling with my slacks while I tugged down her scandalously brief panties and pulled her dress straps off her shoulders. Her dress slid to the floor, and once again my beautiful teenage goddess of a sister stood before me, naked, gorgeous, ready to fuck and be fucked.

My own clothes had hit the floor by now, and my cock stood up, achingly erect, waiting to explore its favourite hiding places. Lori grabbed hold, pulling me close by my cock, and kissed me gently, lovingly, teasingly while her hand pumped. She broke our kiss, turning her back on me, so I pulled her in tight, holding and fondling her breasts, lightly pinching and rubbing her nipples while my cock lodged itself in the deep cleft between her majestic buttocks. She gasped and began a gentle rise and fall motion, pumping the cock lodged tightly in her bum crevice, her arms behind her, holding on to my hips, while I kissed her neck and shoulders, occasionally pecking her on the lips as she turned her face to me.

We continued this for a while; it felt so erotic, clean and wonderful, that I wanted to continue the feeling for as long as possible, but I could also sense the building arousal in her, as she could in me. Eventually she broke away from me to turn around and grab the back of my neck, pulling me in for a long, deep kiss, while I weighed, moulded, squeezed and rubbed her spectacular breasts.

Lori stepped back, and took my hand to lead me to the stairs, and, as before, I followed, mesmerised again by her amazing, pneumatic backside as she swayed up the stairs ahead of me. She led me into the bedroom, indicating that I lie down on my back, while she knelt on the bed, taking my cock into her mouth. At first she lapped and lightly teased with her tongue, becoming more serious as I became more and more aroused, slipping the purple glans further and further into her beautiful mouth. She began a suctioning motion that I found thoroughly delightful, rubbing her tongue gently over the tip of my cock, her head dipping further and further until my cock was completely engulfed in her mouth and throat. Now she started contracting her throat around my cock, simultaneously pumping me in and out of her throat. This was too much for me, and I came like fury, like molten copper; my ears rang and my vision blurred as I shot what felt like gallons of hot sperm into and down her throat.

When the ringing in my ears subsided, my heartbeat had slowed, and my vision cleared, I smiled blearily up at her, awestruck.

"Fucking hell, Lori, where in the name of God did you learn that?" I asked her.

She looked innocently at me, blue eyes dancing. 

"Catholic School, of course, silly, where else!" 

God, she was hot!

Now it was her turn, and I knew what I wanted to do to her. 

"Come here, you tarty little strumpet, I have a present for you!" I growled. 

Lori slid up the bed next to me and looked at me with the devil in her eyes. 

"This had better be good!" she smirked, knowing I was going to have to go some to top what she had just given me.

"Darling, come here and straddle me, please, facing down the bed, baby!" I asked her, and Lori complied as she realised what I was going to do with her. She rested her hands on my thighs, with her stunning rear view filling my field of vision, truly a magnificent sight, and her lovely long creamy legs lying along my sides. I pulled her into closer proximity, and grabbed both buttocks, marvelling at the smooth firm hillocks, at the heft of them, and the springy, taut bounciness of them. This was a backside to linger over, a feast for the true arse connoisseur!

I stabbed gently at her puckered pink target, and around it, not quite penetrating it with my tongue, but letting her know that penetration was a definite option! 

Lori murmured, and wriggled delightfully, tilting her behind insistently, but we had time to savour this experience, so I took my time. Now I began lapping softly at her pudenda, her labia beginning to swell and part as her arousal level climbed. I touched the tip of her hooded clitoris with the tip of my tongue, lightly, fleetingly, and the effect on her was immediate and profound. What had been a pleasurable caressing of her womanly parts had now become an expression of intent on my part to explore them more fully, and she knew it, judging by the slow suffusion of blood as her labia began to blush and swell even further. My tongue began a circling motion around her pussy, gently flicking her clitoris, poking into and squirming between her labia, stabbing more firmly at her anal entrance, lapping with broader and broader strokes from anus to clitoris and back again, letting her know that I was worshipping both, tasting her wonderful juices as her arousal level rose. 

She was quivering and gasping now, jumping every time I touched her clitoris or anal bud directly, and showing every sign of approaching her peak of arousal. Her anus was opening and closing, and her sweet musk was wafting over me as her pussy juices ran in anticipation of the need for lubrication. The musky scent of her pussy and anus was also having a decidedly arousing effect on me, causing my own need to notch-up several levels as my chemosensory system tried to cope with the pheromones I was inhaling from this beautiful creature, those same responses causing my cock to harden almost painfully in readiness for the end-game. 

"Davey..." she murmured, which was my cue. My cock had been iron hard for some time now, the sight before me was stimulating in the extreme, and, up to now, every time she'd made a grab for it I had murmured "No Baby, not yet..." to discourage her.

Now I pulled her upright, she knew what she wanted to do, and guided my engorged, purpled cock into her tight pussy with a drawn-out hiss of satisfaction. 

Now she began a slow, purposeful up...down motion, savouring my hardness in her, while I enjoyed the stunning view of her magnificent flaring buttocks in all their glory as they danced and quivered with her motion. She was the picture of desirable, delectable femininity, the girl still plainly visible in this sexually adventurous woman, and she was mine! 

Her movements became faster as she approached her climax, her head thrown back and little cat-sounds coming from her as she rode my cock with increasing urgency, faster and faster until, with a sound somewhere between a hiss and a scream, she orgasmed, her body quivering and shuddering with the force of each tremor as it raced through her, her hands interlaced with mine, knuckles white as she rode out the intensity of her release.

Gradually, her shuddering subsided, her death-grip relaxed, and she slumped forward onto my thighs, the picture of satisfied womanhood.

"How was that, darling wife?" I asked her, when I judged her breathing was something approaching normal.

"Wonderful, Doctor Man, couldn't you tell?" she panted. "Let me ask YOU a question now, you horn dog; where the hell did you learn THAT?" 

"Also, Catholic School" I flipped back at her, "Those nuns, eh, it wasn't all hymns and Latin, you know...!"

"Eewww, you are such a disgusting, lying, ass-humping pervert!" she laughed, "but now, what do you plan on doing with this thing sticking in me?"

"Well, I have a cunning plan" I told her, "I was going to let it drop, and get in a power nap before we have to leave."

"Don't do that" grinned Lori, "if you do, you'll have a case of Lover's Balls fit for the medical journals. Onwards and upwards, boy, use your imagination!"

"Well, then, Darling Girl, if you don't mind..."

And with that I raised Lori enough to withdraw my cock from her pussy, and gently slide it into her pink, fluttering anus.

"I might have known! You've earned it, though, Doctor Pervert, have fun!" she hissed as she began to rise and fall, an insistent motion that, coupled with the constriction of her anus around my cock, I found extremely stimulating. As if that weren't enough, the sight of my cock pumping in between those delectably sleek, globular buttocks flaring down from her tiny waist, the feel of her anus stretched tight around my cock, and the sight and sensation of my cock dragging her anal ring in and out as she pumped up and down on it, took me over the top in no time, my cock spraying sperm into her back passage, the combination of her motion and her contracting anus milking my cock of every drop. 

"David Denham, you are a dirty, filthy, perverted, bum-hungry, cock-knocking little sex-goblin, did you know that?" she breathed, finally disengaging as I tried to stop seeing stars.

"Oh I know that" I retorted, "Tell me something new. You, however, are a cock-crazy, ass-fucking little shag-monkey, did you know that?"

Lori grinned at me and climbed off the bed.

"It must run in the family. And now I need another shower, I reek of sex, and, as you were good enough to point out, this is not a good thing in a confined space!"

"Actually, to me, you smell like a Victorian Christmas Pudding, rich and sweet and spicy; I love it!" I told her seriously.

Lori dimpled, blowing me a kiss as she turned to make for the door.

"While I'm showering, pick out some clothes for you to take, there's a pair of flight bags on top of the closet in my old room, take them down please, we'll need them." 

She suddenly dimpled again.

"Listen to me, I'm already ordering you around like a wife, better get used to it, hot-shot!"

I sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled her close by the simple expedient of grabbing her biteable buttocks, and lightly clamping her nipple with my lips.




In Love with Lori Ch. 03



This is an edited and re-posted version of a story I put here over a year ago now; it was in many small parts, and I've consolidated them into a few longer chapters, just to (hopefully!) make it more readable. I'm not looking for comments, likes or dislikes; anyone who was going to comment probably did so when the series was first put on this site, all I'm doing is re-posting it so it will go back into my original body of work here on Literotica. Nothing has been removed, some additional connective passages have been added to aid continuity, but for better or worse, this is what I originally wrote, because I'd feel uneasy going back and making significant changes to what was my introductory piece here on the site just because I've learned a few thing since then. For those of you who favourite'd it, please feel free to do so again, as I said I'm not looking for comment or ratings, just putting back what I took down to clean-up; if you read it I hope you enjoy it, I certainly did when I wrote it; it was all good, clean, dirty fun then, I hope it still is now!

Have fun,

beachbum1958

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We caught a cab to the home of Uncle Richard and Aunt Sophie, a very nice brownstone in a gated community. We gave the security guard our ID, and he called ahead to alert them that we had arrived, then waved us through as the gates opened.

'Uncle' Richard greeted us at the door, shaking my hand and bowing over Lori's before placing her arm in his and walking us through to the garden, where his wife, my aunt Sophie was waiting, looking very aristocratic and a little stern, but not forbidding, not like some of the miserable, ghastly old bloaters I was related to; even so, definitely not someone to take liberties with!

She also looked incredibly like Mother. Good old dad, he certainly knew his type!

Sophie greeted us, and invited us to sit in the garden for a while, as it was such a lovely evening. Richard commented on how lovely the roses smelt, trying to engage me in conversation about gardening. As I neither know nor care about gardening, he soon gave up, but Lori listened closely while he talked about his roses, and found herself being escorted away for a tour of his prized rosebushes.

Sophie took the opportunity to talk about us and our plans. 

"Richard was most excited to be asked to give away the bride, you know. He came home absolutely bursting with pride, as it's the first time he's ever been asked. He's really getting into the role, so much so that he's even been pestering the Head of Protocol at the embassy to dig-up for him anything on the role and responsibilities, to make sure he gets it exactly right. You've made a bit of a rod for your own backs there, I'm afraid!" she smiled, suddenly looking so much like mother as I had last seen her that I felt a catch in the back of my throat.

"But, David, I have to say, I was really most astonished when I saw you come in; it gave me quite a shock to see you, I could have sworn you were your dear father, the resemblance is really quite astonishing -- you even have the same little worry-line between your eyebrows. David was such a sweet boy and so very charming. I knew he was in love with me at Cambridge, but I only ever liked him as a friend; I only had eyes for Richard. He and David were inseparable, they were a terribly bad influence on me, and a lot of other young ladies, I'm afraid! I was absolutely distraught when we heard of his passing, at such an awfully young age, and now I hear your dear mother has passed away as well, you poor dear. I never met her; all I knew was that she was from Devon. The last time we saw dear David was at our wedding, Richard was posted to Singapore soon after, and I'm afraid we've been following the despatch box around the world ever since.

Richard and Lori came walking back to the patio then, Lori with her arm through his, he talking animatedly about his garden, Lori smiling and chatting with him like old friends.

"I was just telling David how proud you were to be asked, dear!" said Sophie.

"And deeply flattered, as well, this is an extraordinary young lady, young David," replied Richard, "I am really most deeply honoured to be able to participate in your nuptials!"

Lori's eyes were sparkling with unshed tears of happiness, a fact Sophie noticed.

"Now you've made this poor girl cry, really, Richard, I do despair of you sometimes! Come with me, Loretta, let's go and fix your face! You two talk about football, or cars, or dogs, or whatever, we'll be back shortly!"

Richard looked wryly after them. 

"You do know you've just handed your fiancée over to a Lady Who Organises, don't you? Your wedding is now officially out of your hands, henceforth it's probably best if you just keep low and try and not attract attention. Your aunt tends to become very...focussed; if I were you, I would keep down, keep quiet, and try and stay out of her line of fire!"

Dinner was at 7p.m., sharp, and it was a very relaxed, happy affair. Richard and Sophie were completely smitten with Lori, and couldn't wait to see us married. 

"It's a little selfish, I confess" smiled Sophie "but I have no daughters, just two sons who are so busy being bankers they have given no thought to my need for grandchildren. All I ever wanted was a daughter, or failing that, a grand-daughter, so I could sit on the bride's side and weep when she walked down the aisle; instead I have two hulking sons who are wedded to their money markets, their Aston-Martins, and a string of hard-faced Eastern European bottle-blonde gold-diggers whose names I cannot pronounce, and don't even bother to remember, they change so often. At last, my moment to shine has come!"

She twinkled at me. 

"Dear Loretta has no parents, and as she obviously needs a mother's assistance at this time, I shall be happy to provide that. Richard and I will stand proxy for her dear parents, and I will watch my daughter-by-proxy walk down the aisle, Richard shall give her away, beaming for all the world as though he were the proud father and glaring daggers at you for taking her away from him, and I shall weep proudly, ostentatiously so, with the very best of them -- it's such a believable fantasy for me, look at this lovely girl, she even looks like me!"

I picked up my wine glass, and toasted her.

"To Aunt Sophie, and all the other Ladies Who Organise!" 

Sophie blushed, and Richard chuckled. 

"Best thing now is to just sit back and enjoy the ride, my dear boy; your aunt can be very persuasive when she sets her mind to it!"

No awkward questions were asked about how we had met, and we rather carefully avoided leaving any openings to allow the questions to be asked.

I was still chuckling over some of Richard's stories when we got back to the suite. Lori stood at the window with me, looking down at the lights of Boston. I was in heaven, the warm night breeze ruffling my hair, and my girl, my sister, my future wife, in my arms, in love with me and ready to be mine forever.

Eventually she nuzzled my ear. 

"Do you plan on standing here all night? If you are, I'm going to bed!" she whispered, before trailing her fingers across my crotch, letting me know what she preferred to do. I took the hint, and pausing only to kiss her soundly, led her back to our massive bed. She was wearing a light summer dress, an exciting black and white print pattern swirling over it, suiting her complexion perfectly. I reached around the back and unhooked the zip, pulling it down as I kissed her, feeling her grin against my lips, her hands fumbling with the waistband of my linen slacks.

Her dress fell away, revealing her sensible (for her!) panties, a little white frilly confection, pretty and sexy, without being too revealing. She stepped out of the puddle of her dress, and tugged my shirt over my head, not bothering with the buttons, then tugged my slacks and shorts down, fondling and squeezing my already hardened cock as I jiggled and bounced her firm, panty-covered bum cheeks, cupping and releasing them so I could enjoy the feel them spring back, in that wonderfully firm way they had. 

"Are you going to take them off, or are you just going to bite through them?" she enquired. For answer, I slid my hands down the back of her panties and squeezed her buttocks, flicking my fingertips over her anus, letting her know that I hadn't forgotten where it was, and that my attention would shortly be riveted on it, if that was what she wanted.

"You are so predictable!" she grinned, wriggling lewdly against me, her panty-covered crotch rubbing against my cock, making us both shiver, and reaching out to pump my cock in a meaningful up-down motion that was definitely getting my attention!

My lips found hers and she kissed me back, lightly and teasingly, before suddenly stopping me with a hand on my chest, looking at me with her luminous violet eyes, concern and a little apprehension in them.

"What is it, kitten?" I asked, concerned. 

"Do you remember what I said earlier, about babies?" she asked, haltingly.

"I do, sweetheart, what about it?"

"David, I meant it, I love you so much, I want to make a baby with you, I want to do that so badly!"

"Is that all? Kitten, all I want to do is make babies with you, I told you, I want to get you pregnant, and watch your belly grow, and listen to our baby grow inside you, and I wanted to do that from the moment we first made love. I love you."

"So if I stay off the pill, it's OK with you, Davey? Really?

"When we get home, I'll throw them down the toilet myself!" I grinned at her, "And now, Miss Keene, we have a baby to make!"

The conversation about babies had definitely notched-up my personal horniness level, and all I wanted to do right now was spray her insides with my own personal recipe.

She smiled, and resumed pumping my cock, with even more vigour, clenching and unclenching her small hand, giving a delicious alternating squeeze and release sensation.

My hands slid into the waistband of her panties, sliding them off in one motion (damn, that was sexy!), and clasping her buttocks to separate and lift them, allowing me to slide my finger inside her anus again, working the tight hole to make it slippery and elastic enough for what I had in mind. Lori backed towards the bed, me keeping step with her so as not to yank my finger out of her tight little pink bullet hole, to collapse on the bed, me on top of her, her legs slipping open underneath me.

"Fuck me, Davey, fill me up, please!" she whispered, a request I was only too happy to comply with. I slipped my finger from her anus, rose up on my forearms, and then thrust forward, meeting and entering her moist pussy, the slippery flesh flowering open to accept me. Lori threw her head back, and raised her pelvis up to meet my thrusts, as her hand crept round to slide a finger into her tight hole, slipping it in and out in time to our mutual thrusting. Her climax hit quickly, this time, and I was already so worked-up by the idea of making a child inside this beautiful girl, that as her vagina began to convulse, my self-control dissipated, and I came with a loud, wordless groan, pumping semen into her in hot jets, spraying her insides the way I'd wanted to do. Lori bucked and whined in unison with me, silent but no less intense, as her orgasm built, pulsed through her, and died away

Our mutual orgasm had left me winded, but still rock-hard, and as I withdrew Lori relaxed her vaginal muscles, allowing my still-hard cock to fully withdraw as she clasped my head between her hands, saying, "Thank you", before rolling onto her belly, her rump in the air. She knew what I wanted!

I slipped between her legs, raising her spectacular backside to improve my aim, and rubbed some of the sperm that had trickled out of her to lubricate her taut little anus; right now, my cock felt like a lead bar, hard and heavy, and it was going to take some strenuous fucking to put out the fire she had lit in me! 

Lori grinned over her shoulder at me, and reached back to pull her beautiful cheeks apart, offering herself to me. 

"Come on Davey, what are you waiting for? Do it, shove that thing in my ass! Fuck my ass Davey, that's an order!" she grinned

I slid forward, and pushed my hands under her ribcage, once again holding and squeezing those superb breasts, before inching forward to slowly slide my engorged cock into her tight sphincter, pushing steadily until I was completely engulfed in her velvety backside, and then withdrawing, to surge in again, and out, in, out, a slow, grinding rhythm that made her gasp and moan. Orgasms rippled through her over and over again as I built up to my own orgasm, the muscular contractions of her sinewy rectum almost unbearably exciting as I rammed my distended cock in and out. At last, I could take the barrage of sensation no longer, and I came like a freight train, spunk surging out of my cock into her rectum like a jet off a carrier, the sensations in her anal tube causing her to buck and whimper as orgasm ripped and flared through her again, until at last I stopped spurting, the contractions in her backside slowed and died down, and my cock began to deflate, my hunger for her sated, at least for now, anyway...

We lay together afterwards, semen oozing from my cock, from Lori's bum and pussy, both of us too fucked-out out care, not until we had our strength back, anyway, until at last we dropped off, sated and completely satisfied.

I awoke about an hour later feeling refreshed and rested, Lori spooned tight against me, holding tight to the arm I had draped across her, the scent of her hair and her own spicy, sweet, musky aroma filling my head, once again making me think of fairgrounds and Christmas. I lay there thinking of the lead-up to this, the irony that someone who'd refused to speak to or communicate with me in any way for eight long years was now naked in my bed, engaged to me, and trying to make a baby with me.

Musing on the irony of life, I went back to holding my darling girl, and her deep and steady breathing soon lulled me back to sleep.

I awoke to the smell of coffee, and the sight of Lori stretched out next to me, her china-white flanks barely covered by one of my shirts, lying on her side with her head resting on her hand, holding a cup of coffee and looking at me with her vivid violet eyes.

"Good morning, Princess," I mumbled, coming awake by degrees, and drinking in the sight of this dazzler of a girl who had, for some unknown reason, fallen in love with me, and who was destined to be my wife. The shirt she was wearing was open down the front, with only the last two buttons done up, letting her sexy pink nipples flash in and out of view, while covering her more private parts. With the shirt tail just covering her sexy rump, and her long legs stretched out luxuriantly, she looked cute, wholesome, and incredibly sexy.

"Good morning Darling Boy!" she returned with a beautiful white smile, before sitting up to sit cross-legged on the bed regarding me gravely over the top of her coffee-cup.

"This is the day, Davey," she noted, "We get my visa today, that makes it sort of official. Are you still sure about me, and what it means to you to take me on?"

I sat up to face her, stroking her cheek, before letting my hand drop, to hold her knees with both hands and slide her closer to me.

"Never surer, Darling Girl," I stated, before pulling her in for a very satisfying 'Good Morning' kiss. Mmmm. Arabica. Delicious.

"I told you last night, all I want is you, for always, you are the one I want, and I mean to keep you now that I've found you!"

"You do say the nicest things, Darling Boy," she grinned, "I think I need to thank you properly!"

I held up a hand to forestall her. 

"Hold that thought, darling, I need to brush my teeth and have a shower; after what we were doing last night, I definitely need one, oh dear God, yes!"

Lori looked at me with a look of lofty disdain. 

"I had a shower ages ago, I've been up since the crack of dawn, enjoying the Massachusetts morning sun, while you've been snoring like a hog in a woodshed." 

She looked so adorable, so breathtakingly sexy, with her open shirt and long folded legs, her thick mass of loose jet-black ringlets as she said that, with her glorious eyes fixed on me, that I hurriedly revised my plan to have a long steamy shower, and decided instead to basically run in, soap up, and run out again, shaving and brushing my teeth at the same time. 

15 minutes later, clean, refreshed, freshly sanded-off and no longer smelling like road-kill, I pulled on a bathrobe and wandered in to see my girl, make sure she was still on the boil, and to check on whether there was any breakfast. Lori had called up for a Continental breakfast, one of my pet hates. How can a man face the world on a coffee and a brioche roll? The only possible use for a brioche is to slather it in butter and jam, then see how far you can throw the bloody thing and make it stick; the French have a lot to answer for. Later, when she wasn't looking, I'd order a BLT, or maybe a turkey salad on Jewish rye, with crispy bacon and honey mayo, proper man-food! For now, I settled for a black coffee, extra sugar, I had a feeling I was going to need my strength.

Coffee done, I contemplated Lori, a very pleasurable task. She had remained on the bed, stretched out again, chatting with me while I had my coffee, looking almost unbearably sexy, and deliciously edible, and I could feel my interest starting to show. She could see my arousal, and stared at me, a hint of challenge in her dancing eyes, so I accepted, stepping out of my robe and sliding onto the bed, next to her.

"So, little girl, what have got on under that shirt?" I asked her.

"What, under here?" she exclaimed in feigned surprise, "Can't you tell? Either I'm not the girl I thought I was, or you need to go back to medical school! Perhaps you should examine me, Doctor Man!"

"I am, as always, at your command, Milady," I grinned at her, sliding my hand inside the open shirt to cup her fabulous breast, gently rubbing a nipple with my thumb while watching her face.

"Well, well, look what I found!" I smiled at her, trailing my fingers across her nipples, sending a thrill through her and making her nipples dance around captivatingly

"Umm, that feels nice, keep doing that, Davey, don't stop."

I had no intention of stopping, so I continued, edging closer to pull her shirt open further, and ducking my head down to lick small circles around her other nipple. 

"That feels even better, Davey, you've done this before, haven't you?" she smiled, her beautiful eyes brightening as I increased the pressure on her nipples, gently flicking and squeezing one and lapping and sucking at the other. Lori sighed and laid back, forcing me to move right up next to her, and lean over to continue petting her sexy pink bubbies. Her hand slid down her flat midriff, and into the buttoned-up portion of the shirt, to tease and rub around her hooded clitoris. She smiled dreamily at me, and pulled my head up with her other hand to plant a 50 kilowatt kiss on my lips, before arching her back to remind me what I had been doing before she distracted me so prettily.

"Don't stop Darling Boy" she murmured, delving further into the recesses of her shirt, her hand moving under the shirt as she rubbed and teased herself more vigorously, her arousal becoming more apparent as a pink flush spread down from her throat and across her breasts.

I was also becoming more and more aroused, with my hands on this delectable creature and her tempting nipples. There is something so incredibly erotic about a lovely naked girl wearing a man's shirt, so much more sexually suggestive than if she were completely naked. 

By now, Lori was writhing around gently on the bed, her breathing deepening as her arousal level climbed, and her free hand drifted to the back of my head, gently but firmly pressing my mouth against the nipple I was so avidly licking, sucking and nibbling. Her other hand worked at her juncture of her thighs, still hidden from my view by the buttoned portion of the shirt, rubbing, gliding and flicking herself, controlling her rising arousal. Soft murmurs escaped her as she began to approach her orgasm, and she began to writhe and murmur in time to the rhythmic movements of her hand as it rubbed and teased her clitoris.




In Love with Lori Ch. 03



The end, when it came, was in a series of waves that rolled through her, making her whole body quiver and shudder with the intensity of her release, her head thrown back and her eyes half closed as she rode it out, breath coming in shallow gasps as her face flushed and her grip on the back of my head tightened, then relaxed as the waves died away.

"Thank you, Darling Boy!" she said when her breath and senses returned, smiling shyly at me. 

"Are you sure you still want to keep me, even after what I told you, what I planned to do you?"

I held her face between my hands, looking her directly in those glorious violet eyes.

"Baby-Girl, I promise faithfully I will always want you, and whatever you thought you were doing, it was what I wanted, even if I didn't know it at the time; all that matters to me is that you and I are together, and we're always going to be together." 

I dug back into our childhood, to our old promise that was sacred, impossible to break. 

"I swear on Mummy-Bum!"

Lori pealed with laughter, remembering the times we had used that when we were young, usually when she'd broken something, then she would get me to make the oath not to tell mother that it was her, and I had never broken it, nor had she; now she fully believed I was sincere when I told her I loved and wanted her. And I was. 

"Come here David, you darling, lovely man, I have something for you," she whispered.

I, still so very stimulated by what had just passed, moved in close to her, holding her close as I pecked her lips, her nose, her adorable chin, between her eyes, fumbling with the last buttons on her shirt, to slide the shirt back, bringing her beauties fully into the open, gently sliding one arm under her so I could encircle her waist with my arms, and slowly moving my hands down to clasp her lovely bum, pulling her tight against me to share a long, slow kiss with my gorgeous American sister.

Eventually, Lori broke off our kiss, to kneel up on the bed, her hand moving to my crotch to fondle and stroke my burgeoning erection, pumping and squeezing the engorged flesh to stimulate me further, although the sight of my darling girl, kneeling next to me in the morning summer sun, wearing nothing but an open shirt, was playing hob with my libido anyway! She slid the shirt off, at last fully naked, her lovely breasts dancing slightly with her movement, stirring me even further

Now she started slowly sliding her thumb across the tip of my penis, spreading around the bead of lubricant seeping from me, gently catching the edge of her thumb in the slit, the delicious sensation causing shivers to radiate around my groin and causing my sphincter to clench in time to her movements.

She motioned for me to join her, so, folding my legs under me, I knelt-up to meet her, my tongue darting out to lick her lips and lick under her chin as she smiled and tilted her head up. I reached for her breasts, but she shook her head, smiling. "This is for you, Doctor Man", before dipping her head down, to slide her lips over the shiny purple mushroom-head of my straining glans.

My breathing deepened and slowed as the sensations from my cock mounted up my spine, and my hands moved to her slowly bobbing head as she licked and curled her tongue around the head of my penis, sucking and teasing, sliding her tongue inside the slit in the glans, gradually increasing the suction and rubbing as my own arousal increased. Her hand continued that slow, pumping, squeezing motion, as her bobbing head slowed, but the suction increased, her cheeks hollowing with effort, and now, her free hand moved to cradle and gently, rhythmically, squeeze and release my scrotum, in time to the rubbing of her tongue over the head of my penis. My hips began to tremble and strain as I fought the urge to hold her head still and ram my cock into her delightfully warm and talented mouth.

At last I could take no more. My breathing rate had increased until I was almost gasping, hitching for breath as I tried to contain myself, to hold back, to keep this exquisite torture going for as long as possible, but Lori obviously felt the glans swell in her mouth, preparing to ejaculate, and, with a final rasp of her tongue across the swollen tip, pulled her head away, with me following her up to try and keep myself in her warm, wet mouth. This was what she wanted, and as she withdrew my cock from her mouth, she pumped once, twice three times, hard, in quick succession, and gave my scrotum a firm squeeze, finally tipping me over the edge. Spunk boiled out of my cock to spurt across her beautiful mouth and neck in long splashes, my over-stimulated senses releasing me from all restraint. She continued squeezing and pumping my cock, as more semen shot out and splattered on her fabulous breasts, to run down in slow oily-looking rivulets and drip in slow-motion tatters from her erect nipples.

Finally dried out, I slumped back down on my haunches, hands behind me on the bed to support me, waiting for my hammering heart to slow, while Lori smiled sweetly, enigmatically as she picked up her shirt (my shirt!), wiping the drips of semen from her face and chin, her breasts, and her thighs and knees, finally wiping the last drops of seminal fluid off the end of my oozing penis, and giving me a quick wash with her tongue for good measure!

Finally catching my breath, I grinned at her. 

"Catholic School?"

"Sunday School!" she grinned back.

"Really, though, how the hell did you learn to do that, Baby-Girl?" I asked her curiously, and not at all pruriently. I wasn't interested in hearing past gory details, neither was I concerned in the slightest, that was in the past, dead and gone, but I was fascinated to know how my darling girl had learned to do such amazing things to me.

She looked at me with her lovely eyes sparkling with sly good humour.

"David Denham, I will say nothing further except to tell you that it's safe for you to assume that I did not spend my teenage years bandaging cuddly bunnies in the forest and singing the 'Hi-Ho' song with friendly dwarves! Just be thankful I don't do this for a living!"

I roared with laughter. Her vulgar, rude comment had just made my day, and I pulled her close to me for a thank you kiss and a quick fondle. God, she was wonderful!

"Later," I began, "when I get my strength back, remind me to monkey-fuck you, I think you deserve that, you tarty little trollop!"

While I lay back recovering, something occurred to me, something I'd meant to ask her earlier, and I braced her about it.

"Darling Girl, one last question; why, when you have a closet full of clothes over there, as many bathrobes as you can eat, and a credit card with no sharp edges, do you keep wearing my shirts before I can get to them?"

Lori smiled slowly, guiltily at me. 

"Darling Boy, I wear them because they smell like you. It's weird, I know, but I have to keep smelling you!"

I cocked an eyebrow at her.

"Baby Girl, they've all been washed, fabric-conditioned, thrashed, concussed, pressed, folded and shoved in a flight bag, all they smell of is that 'lavender freshness' they advertise so much on TV; besides, all I ever smell of is Hibiscrub, Lifebuoy or Head & Shoulders, so how can you possibly tell what I smell like?" 

She shook her head, bottom lip stuck out stubbornly. 

"You're wrong, Doctor David 'Smarty-Arty' Denham, they all smell exactly like you. I could find you in a cellar on a dark night with my eyes closed, just by your smell. If I thought I could get away with it, I'd sleep every night in one of your shirts; the smell of you is driving me wild!" 

I grinned at her expression.

"Please don't do that Baby Girl, they're from Asser and Turnbull in Mayfair, if only you knew who I had to sleep with to get them. Unbelievably hot as you undoubtedly look dressed in my shirts, I still have fuck-all clothes here, and I'm rapidly running out of clean shirts, so please, pick one to sleep in, just let me have some of my clothes to myself!" 

Something I had once read in a medical journal surfaced; something about women and enhanced olfactory stimulus and response under certain conditions, and I thought 'Oh-Ho, verrry interesting, could it be? Already?'

Lori pouted even harder, looking even more adorable. 

"Davey, I love sleeping in your shirts, I love smelling you all night long, I love being wrapped in your smell, so, no, I'm going to keep wearing them, all of them, so get used to it! If you want more shirts, let's go buy some with that unlimited credit card of yours, but I warn you, I'm gonna wear them as well!"

Grinning to myself, hope and expectation flaring in me, I gave in. How do you argue with the most beautiful girl in the world?

After a shower together, where, by mutual consent we kept our hands to ourselves, we got dressed and once more made our way into town, to collect Lori's passport, do some shopping, and generally mooch around, seeing what diversions Boston had to offer.

When we arrived back at the Consulate, we were ushered into Richard's office, where, to Lori's surprise and delight, Aunt Sophie was sitting with him, drinking a cup of tea and looking cool, elegant, and stylish.

Richard shook my hand, roguishly giving and accepting a hug and kiss from Lori, and Aunt Sophie also stood, to graciously give me her hand and a small peck on the cheek, a murmured "David, darling", and a full hug for her new 'daughter'. 

"Business first old son" said Richard. "I have here the letter and Loretta's passport, and a few caveats, as is normal under these circumstances. Upon entering the UK, if not before, Loretta has undertaken to marry you, in any legally recognised and constituted form, within 3 months, or the visa will be revoked and she must return home. She will be allowed to work, as I have stated in my letter, under the usual constraints applied to a United States citizen residing in Great Britain, until such time as the marriage has been solemnised and registered, at which time all such constraints shall dissipate. Furthermore, should you be blessed with children before the statutory residence period required to qualify for citizenship has been reached, said children will be citizens of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, her Colonies and Overseas Dependant Territories, as well as automatically acquiring full citizenship and rights of residence in all member states of the European Union. I have asked that a confirmation letter be issued by the Home Office in London, and copied to the UK Borders Agency, so there should be no difficulties when you arrive. Do you understand the obligations and requirements you have undertaken to comply with as the conditions for accepting this visa for the purpose of entering the United Kingdom in order to contract lawful marriage and abide in that estate?"

Lori nodded silently, eyes wide.

"Then, Miss Loretta Louise Cavenham Keene, Dearest Lori, may I be the first to congratulate you and welcome you to the United Kingdom, in the name of Her Britannic Majesty, Elizabeth the Second, by the Grace of God, Queen of Great Britain, Her Dominions and Dependent Territories, and Head of the Commonwealth of Nations."

(I was aware that this, the whole speech etcetera, wasn't the usual protocol, or rather it was, but never used, because it was boring and dull, but Richard was making a production of it for Lori, hoping, I suppose, to impress her with the nature and history of the country she was hopefully going to make her home. I was less than impressed, but then I'm blasé about Britain's history because I'm from there, and I know what they used to get up to; I'll elaborate no further, except to say that Britain's history isn't all about great monarchs ruling in imperial splendour...)

Lori sat wide eyed, her eyes glittering like violet diamonds, absolutely still, as the formal speech rolled on, until Uncle Richard stepped around his desk, offered her his arm, and handed her passport to her as he raised her up.

She still said nothing, just looked at him, until I nudged her, whereupon she once again hugged him, whispering "Thank you, you wonderful man!" Her eyes brimmed over, and I scrabbled for a handkerchief, feeling a bit wet-eyed and weak-kneed myself; it was finally real; my girl was coming home with me to marry me! 

Aunt Sophie hugged Lori again, saying "Come with me dear, let's fix your makeup, the boys are taking us to lunch, aren't they?" with a meaningful look over her shoulder.

Ladies Who Organise, never, ever cross them or get in their way!

I could only grin and nod foolishly, anticipation tingling in my whole mid-section. I didn't want to go to lunch; I wanted to pin my girl to a bed and nail her backside to it with my cock!

Richard looked at me in twinkle-eyed amusement. 

"I know that look, y'know, you looked just exactly like your father for a second there. Calm down, old son, you have all the time in the world!"

The ladies came back, and we headed out for lunch at a charming little French bistro Richard knew. When we'd finished, Sophie announced she was taking Lori shopping, politely telling me to get lost; they had girl-shopping to do, and I'd be in the way. I asked Lori to get me some cotton or linen shirts, no man-made fabric, and left them to it while I strolled with Richard back to the consulate, chatting about life and family, and then went shopping for a present for my girl.

3 hours later, I wandered back to the consulate, as agreed, to be met by Lori, Sophie, and another heap of bags, boxes, and packages.

Lori showed me the shirts and underwear she had bought me, and I gave her the present I had bought her, an antique blue-tinged diamond pendant.

"It goes with your eyes, Kitten!" I told her, while Sophie looked on approvingly, "and it's also for your wedding day; you know, 'something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue'."

I hadn't forgotten Sophie, though. For her I had bought an exquisite Art-Deco diamond, emerald and polished jet tiger brooch, the most sophisticated jewel I could find for such an elegant lady. Sophie gasped, her eyes bright, before hugging me, saying "You are so much like your poor, dear father! Thank you, David." 

For Richard, I had found a vintage Glashutte chronometer watch, which I asked Sophie to give him with love from Lori and me. The ladies had already been plotting and planning the wedding in England, so, knowing we would see them again soon enough, we took our leave, bundled all Lori's purchases into a taxi, and headed back to the hotel.

Once inside our suite, I tried to at least look at the stuff she had bought for me, but Lori had other ideas.

"So, moneybags, again you buy me diamonds, what gives?" she purred seductively.

"Well known aphrodisiac, Darling Girl, is it working?" I asked innocently.

For answer, she closed in, one hand on my belt while the other began squeezing and rubbing the bulge in my trousers, her lips drawing closer to mine.

"Now that we're almost married, I feel like taking advantage of you, Darling Boy, any objections?"

With my hands busily groping and kneading her wonderful bum cheeks, lifting and separating them, marvelling at the heft and firm springiness, the perfect globes fitting my hands so well, the pneumatic quality of them a wonder and a tremendous turn-on, I was in no shape to answer her; my throat had actually locked with my need for her!

I shook my head, while I still had coherent thought left, busily sliding down her panties and pushing my hands up her back under her dress, hoping to get high enough to unhook her shoulder straps from the inside and yank her dress off.

Lori left off groping me for a second, slipping off her dress straps, and I took hold of the material, sliding the dress down her marvellous body and onto the floor, with me ogling her soft curves and firm clear skin, before once again starting my explorations, rubbing, squeezing, touching, stroking, kissing and nibbling; I was like a starving man at a gourmet banquet; with so many treats, where do you begin?

Her hand on my cock was becoming more urgent as I teased and stroked her, a flush slowly spreading as her arousal grew, and my cock felt like an iron bar, the tightness in my groin almost unbearable.

Lori broke away from me to yank my shirt over my head, finally managing to get my trousers undone, and tugged them down, along with my shorts, for me to step out of them. Meanwhile, I had levered off my loafers, to stand in front of her, as naked as she was, my penis engorged and arching out, the head fully emerged, purple and glossy, the skin stretched tight. 

Lori took hold of my naked cock, slowly pumping it, her bottom lip between her teeth, a sure sign she had something planned. Turning away from me, she once again backed her beautiful bum against my cock, trapping it in her bum-cleft, while I reached around her to clasp her marvellous breasts, squeezing her nipples between my fingers, rubbing and rolling the rubbery nubs as she reached behind me to link her fingers behind my neck.

That done, she began that wonderful up...down...up...down motion I found so irresistible, clenching her firm muscular buttocks around my cock as she slid up and down.

Lori knew I adored this, as I got to play with her breasts, kiss and lick her neck, and she could feel my hardness on her as she masturbated me.

One of my hands moved away from pinching her nipple, and Lori murmured in protest, so I moved my arm across both breasts, and Lori started rubbing both her nipples from side to side on my forearm, stimulating herself. 

My free hand slid down her body, to caress her moist pussy, her clitoris already engorged and hard, standing proud of its sheath, and I gently rubbed and twirled it, knowing this was what she liked. Her breathing quickened in response, and she began to mutter "yes...yes...do that...yes..." as I slowly, gently frigged her.

I started sliding my finger, then two fingers into her tight, moist vagina, the succulent flesh lubricated by the juices running freely from her now, and her clitoris was slick with her juices, hard and oily, a sure sign she was almost there. I continued to rub and slide into her, Lori murmuring constantly now as I increased the pressure and speed, and her breathing escalated, coming in short gasping bursts, her orgasm almost upon her.

When she came, it was with a loud groan, trembling against me as the waves of pleasure pulsed through her, her pussy clamping and releasing convulsively on my probing fingers, a deep flush spreading up across her upper torso, her neck, and her face, making her lips, innocent of lipstick, swell and darken to an almost wine red, beads of perspiration bursting out on her forehead, the bridge of her nose, and the back of her adorable neck, smelling absolutely heavenly, like spicy candy, tasting tangy and sharp, making me even harder. 

She sagged, and I eased her to the carpet, following her down, to kneel behind her as she shook in reaction, her orgasm trailing away. Eventually she recovered enough to look over her shoulder at me, a little disoriented, but smiling and contented.

"Hello Darling Boy!" she whispered, "That was nice, go to the top of the class! And now I have something for you!"

With that, she straightened out from where she leaned on me, on to her hands and knees, arching her back to make her magnificent arse tilt upwards, her open labia and vulva clearly visible as she presented to me.

"Davey, I want you to double-fuck me, OK?" she grinned, "You said you were going to monkey-fuck me, now's your chance, Stud-Boy!"

Shaking with lust, once again in the throes of adrenaline-assault, I knelt-up straight behind her, my cock pointing at her labia, my target, and stretched forward, holding her hips to bring her to me. I was going to slip it in slowly when I remembered; 'monkey-fuck, eh?'




In Love with Lori Ch. 03



I grabbed hold of her sculpted rump, and slid my cock home in one swift plunge, making her yelp with the force of it, leaning over her and locking my arms around her midriff to support myself as I pumped my cock in and out of her as hard and fast as I could, more yelps, sighs, and liquid moans as I pumped and hammered, until;

"Now Davey, do it now, do it now!" she groaned.

Happy to oblige, I disengaged from her, took aim and slowly pushed my cock into her beautiful, tight, sinewy arse. 

"Oh my GOD...OH MY GOD...OOOHHHMYGGOOOODDD!" she groaned as I revelled in the feel of her tight rectum sucking and squeezing at me, my already hyper-stimulated cock feeling twice as big as normal as I pumped and pounded. She came almost immediately, sobbing out loud, her anus clamping down on me as her vagina convulsed, dropping from the all-fours position to rest her face on the carpet, her arms spread wide. The angle of penetration was so acute that the constriction tipped me over, both of us coming together, me almost silently, gasping and sweating as my heart hammered, my blood pounded, my cock swelling up and exploding in her as it jammed tight in her tight rectum, shooting my spunk far up inside her bowels. Lori orgasmed again with a gasping, whistling scream, digging her fingers into the carpet for purchase as the waves of pleasure boiled through her, her tight rectal tube sucking and rippling along the length of my cock.

I continued pumping as my cock continued convulsing, the ripples in her anus dragging the sensation out, extending the pleasure for me, but at last, the fires began to burn low, and I reluctantly slid my deflating cock out of her sexy arse, the pink starfish convulsing and winking at me as adrenaline raced around her system, sperm dribbling out to trickle down her thighs as I withdrew.

I dropped to the floor next to her, fucked-out and ready for some rest, looking longingly at her beautiful face in repose, her eyes closed, and her breathing slowing back down to normal. Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled at me.

"Hello, George of the Jungle! So that's what you call a monkey-fuck, is it? Remind me to try this again sometime soon!"

I could only grin, still too winded to reply. 

Eventually, we had to get up from the carpet, and staggered to the shower, trying to revitalise but almost trembling with fatigue, so we climbed into bed for a nap, as we had reservations for dinner, and I didn't want to fall asleep face-down in the hors d'oeuvres.

We awoke together, feeling marvellously rested and refreshed, as though the sweaty sexual interlude two hours earlier hadn't happened, and spent a very enjoyable few minutes kissing and cuddling, indulging in some good-natured groping , fondling, tickling and squeezing, before I grew silent, trying to frame properly what I wanted to say.

Lori immediately picked up that something was on my mind, and, concern, and a little apprehension flickering across her face, asked me what was the problem.

"Darling Girl, there's something I want to tell you, and I don't quite know how to start."

Immediately, dread and imminent loss flickered in her glorious eyes, as she started telling herself that this was all a fantasy and I was going to leave her after all, so I rushed to put her mind at ease.

"Stop that, now! This is nothing bad; it's about us, and what it means to us! I'm not going anywhere, not without you, you minxy little sexpot, we're in this for the long-haul now!" 

Lori looked relieved, but now puzzlement was darkening her eyes as she looked at me quizzically.

"Baby-Girl, you remember you said you can smell me on my freshly washed and pressed shirts, when all I can smell is laundry detergent and fabric conditioner?" 

She nodded, looking mystified 

"Well, I remember reading an article in a medical journal that there is considerable anecdotal evidence that some women can develop extreme olfactory hypersensitivity, for a variety of medical reasons, but one of the most common and well recorded causes...is pregnancy."

She looked at me blankly for a second, then looked at me closely, looking for the rejection she feared, to turn away, tears starting in her beautiful, incredible, startling eyes.

"Oh Davey, I know what I said and did before, but I don't want to trap you into anything, I promise you, I just......" she trailed off, probably because I was grinning like a pumpkin, then pulling her close to kiss her nose, her eyes, licking her tears away, licking her lips, and finally a long, satisfying, sloppy kiss.

Lori pulled away to look into my eyes, her wondrous eyes darker, more violet than blue, as she collected her thoughts.

"Does this change things, Davey? Between us, I mean."

"In what way, Angel-May?" I retorted, "We want babies, lots of babies, maybe we caught one already, what could possibly be wrong in that?" 

I was still grinning like an idiot, the prospect of having the family I wanted, with the girl I loved, was hiking-up my libido several notches and it showed.

"You say the nicest things, Darling Boy!" she purred, not slow to note my arousal, and stroking me as she stroked herself.

"We have a couple of hours before dinner, Davey, you want to fool around a little?" she asked, looking most especially appealing. Her skin was glowing with health; her eyes were bright and shading to violet, indicating to me that she was truly in the mood to play; her hair smelled of fresh peaches and girl, and her scent, that spicy, cotton-candy aroma of hers, was driving me to distraction.

I slid down to find her lips, kissing and probing with my tongue, while my hands explored her body, touching, caressing, pinching lightly and twirling. Lori in turn was being no less tactile, rubbing and squeezing my genitals, scraping her thumb across the tip of my penis, and generally keying me up, without trying to tip me over the edge.

By now, she was lying down next to me, and so I moved to kneel between her thighs, sliding her down the bed until she was lying flat. She guessed what I wanted, and stretched out luxuriantly, lifting her pelvis as I slipped my hands under her buttocks, pulling her even closer to me, as I stretched out and began exploring her swelling labia with my tongue, stabbing and lapping, probing the slick, succulent flesh, the taste of her mingling inextricably with her own scent, at once sweet, salty, tangy and spicy. I continued probing and licking, and she began to murmur in appreciation, small tremors running through her as I lapped against her clitoris, the bud starting to emerge from its hood and harden as she became more and more aroused.

I was becoming inflamed by the smell of her, the taste of her, the nearness of her, and the pheromones she was releasing were beginning to again play trills and arpeggio's on my limbic system, where the most primitive and basic urges live. I had to have more of her! I snarled wordlessly and pulled her even closer, getting back to my knees to pull her up against my mouth, her head and neck resting on the bed, the rest of her body pulled in close to me, her shoulders almost lying on my thighs. I clamped my arm tightly around her midsection, holding her in to me, with her pussy pulled up high against my mouth, where I could lap and suck, and tease, and taste her delicious juices. 

Lori pushed herself even closer in to me, her legs now so bent over her feet were almost touching the bed behind her, and her anus presented perfectly for my exploring tongue.

With quick, flicking movements of my tongue, barely caressing the pink flesh of her anal entrance, I let her know what my intentions were.

"You... dirty....dirty, fucker" she gritted, "yes...do it now, now, harder...yes...fuck! harder!" lifting her legs and resting the backs of her thighs on my shoulders so she was almost upside down, her back to me, squirming her shoulders so she could hold me to stop herself slipping back down 

I obliged, pulling her up until her buttocks were almost in my face, her anus right under my nose, and bored in with my tongue, as deep as I could reach, rasping and lapping at all of her anal tube that I could reach. At the same time, I reached around her thigh to stroke and rub her clitoris, sliding my fingers in and out of her soaking pussy, while the palm of my hand, lubricated with her free-flowing juices, rubbed inexorably back and forth over her clitoris.

There could be only one outcome.

When her orgasm came, I could feel her muscles thrumming like high-tension power cables, the tendons in legs taut, and her blood drumming in my ears as her thighs clamped on either side of my head. It built in a series of waves, her gasps getting louder, sharper, less controlled, until finally she came with a shattering scream, hands digging into my thighs as a flood of her feminine juices sprayed across my mouth and chin, tangy, sweet and spicy, a distillation of her own special essence. Her nails gripped me painfully as she hung on to her position and rode out the waves of orgasm pulsing through her, her eyes screwed shut, tears leaking from under her tight-shut eyelids.

Eventually, gradually, she came down, sagging against me, limp and unresisting, her stomach muscles jumping and quivering in reaction and aftershock, in the throes of 'Le petit mort', her head lolling on the bed, her face calm, totally at rest.

At last, she opened her eyes, to see me looking down at her. She reached out and stroked my arm. 

"Hello, Doctor Man", she slurred sleepily, a sweet, relaxed smile on her face. I was somewhat less than relaxed. Her juices, the taste, smell and sight of her, had given me a truly epic hard on, and she noticed it, reaching down to trail her fingers across the tip, making me jump and shiver. 

"That didn't do much for you, did it, my poor baby Boy?" she smiled, "let me make it up to you. This is all for you, Davey."

She was wrong about that; I was reared-up, more erect than I had ever been, my penis bone-hard and inflexible.

Lori opened her legs, running her fingers up and down her crevice, lubricating her finger properly with her own juices, and then sliding her finger into her anus, dipping it in slowly at first, gradually inserting her finger in as far as it would go, then another finger, working away at her ring, loosening herself for me. Sweat began to sheen her forehead, and I knew she was nearly ready for me.

"Come here, Lover Boy, I have a present for you!" she husked at me, and I shuffled forward on my knees, to cover her with my body, seeking out her lips as I kissed her, this beautiful girl, my lover, my sister, my soon-to-be wife, and now, maybe, hopefully, the mother of my child.

I supported myself over her, as she caressed and fondled my thrumming cock, eyes dancing as she caught her bottom lip between her teeth, always a good sign!

Lori lifted her pelvis, positioning me, and nodded, my signal to start pushing slowly into her tight hot pussy, a slow steady press forward until I was all the way in, then as I kissed my darling girl deeply and passionately, her breasts pressed against my chest, I began slowly pumping my cock in long steady strokes. 

I continued to pump and grind into her, she clamping her lips over mine, and wrapping her arms around my neck to keep me in place as I humped her pussy for all I was worth, sliding my cock in and out as she flicked her tongue in and out of my mouth, setting the tempo for me.

At last, I began to approach my climax; I had been hyper-stimulated by what had gone before, and the feel of Lori moving underneath me, her nipples rubbing against my chest like two little thumbs, her mouth and tongue working on mine, were becoming too much for me, and I began to speed up. Lori knew I was getting there, and she wrapped her legs around my waist to give herself more purchase as she pumped my cock, not trying to come herself, but making sure I had as good a time as she had.

When I came, it was like a light snapped on in my head, my body going rigid as the spunk roared out of me, jetting into her in long, bullet-hard spurts, Lori climaxing again, her vaginal tube pulsing against my cock, muscular ripples pumping even more spunk out of my distended cock, her breathing harsh and shallow into my mouth, her lips still locked onto mine.

I collapsed, dazed, still embedded to the hilt in her hot, tight pussy, rolling over to roll her on top of me, kissing and squeezing her to me, fondling her astonishing bum-cheeks, never wanting to let her go, trembling and quivering as my adrenaline high slowly dissipated, limbic system still triggering and re-triggering as her pheromones rocketed around my system, calm only gradually returning, my breathing and heart-rate slowing back to normal.

"Are you done, you sex-obsessed English pervert?" She grinned, eyes alight with suppressed laughter, 

"Now that you've knocked me up, are you gonna buy me dinner, or do I have to go back to turning tricks in the lobby?"

Chuckling at her cheerful vulgarity, and marvelling at her ability to say just the right thing, I smacked her on her Oh! so smackable rump.

"Up you, we are going out; I am taking the most beautiful girl in the world out to dinner, it's a beautiful night, the restaurant comes highly recommended, and I feel like showing off my dazzler of a fiancée, the mother of my baby!"

Lori's eyes sparkled with unshed tears, as she said with a big smile "Say that again!"

"Of course, darling! My fiancée, and, without a doubt, the most beautiful expectant mother on the planet. Our baby is so lucky to be having you for a mother!"

Lori dimpled at the compliment, suddenly looking so much younger than her nearly twenty years, and slowly disengaged herself from the still semi-rigid cock embedded in her, getting up and preparing to have a shower, the spunk dribbling down her leg as she stood.

"Oh! Eewww! Gross!" She exclaimed, "How much of this stuff have you got, anyway?"

"Dunno," I replied, "I did try an experiment to see how much I could do in a day, however, so here's a quick note-to-self; don't look in your purse..."

Lori laughed out loud. 

"You pig, you gross, disgusting pig, you make all the other gross pigs look like cuddly bunny rabbits! I'm going to scrub, now, before I catch Gross Pig Disease off you!"

With a sexy flirt of her star-quality rear end, Lori padded over to the bathroom. 

"I want to shower, alone, understand? If you come sneaking in, I promise you, I will shove my foot up your ass, fiancée or no, you got that?"

I could see she meant it, and nodded surrender; in any case, I was, for now, completely drained and deflated. If I did sneak into the bathroom now, all I would be good for would be to hand her a towel or applaud.

I had fallen asleep waiting for her to finish in the bathroom, so I came awake with a start when something flicked the end of my penis, painfully. 

I looked up to see Lori grinning at me, ready to flick another one across by best friend if I hadn't awakened.

"Come on, Jabba the Butt, hands off cock, on with socks, you're taking me to dinner, get moving!"

I raised-up, seeing her properly, a sight I never tire of; she had obviously finished her toilette, she looked serenely beautiful, hair glossy and skin glowing, and I felt myself twitch involuntarily at the sight of her.

"Oho, no you don't!" she exclaimed, "dinner first, I am so looking forward to it, so get moving, slowcoach!"

Muttering about domineering women and their compulsive need to bark orders while scratching their arses and farting, I slid off the bed, and blearily looked her in the face, still only partially awake.

"See, there, now that wasn't so bad, was it?" she smiled sweetly, and as I turned away to head to the bathroom, she swatted me, hard, across my bare backside. 

"Domineering women, yeah?" she grinned and I could only smile sheepishly. 

(At this point, just let me just correct any misconceptions you may have about the nature of our relationship. Lori is not at all submissive or compliant, nor excessively feminine or inhibited unless she feels like it; she does what she does because she wants to, and she's quite capable of kicking me in the balls while punching me in the throat if she felt I deserved it, knowing since childhood that I was handicapped by nature and upbringing from whaling her back.)

Twenty minutes later, power-showered, shaved, brushed and spruced, I came out and headed for my closet, to try and find something reasonably dressy to wear, instead of the dockers and (expensive!) linen work shirts I had brought, remembering that Lori had bought me some clothes. 

Smart girl, she had found a shop selling Pink's shirts, in English sizes, the little fox logo an instant reminder of home, so she had picked up an armful in my size, as well as, to my gratified surprise, several pairs of Farah slacks, the type I wore when I wasn't in scrubs or cargo pants.

I also found a box with a ribbon on it, with my name on a card. Inside were a set of discreet Union Jack cufflinks, and a thin dress watch, perhaps because she was embarrassed by the scuffed-up Mickey Mouse watch I wore. I wasn't; Charlie gave it to me when I was eight, and I prized it above all other things (except Lori, of course).

So, scrubbed-up, dressed in my new clothes, and ready to face the world, I waited for Lori to emerge from her dressing room. It was worth it.

She had on a stunning strapless, skin-tight red satin Bodycon dress, paired with teetering red stilettos and natural stockings, and she looked devastating, a 5-alarm call-out if I had ever seen one.

"Like?" she asked, smiling and posing for me.

"Like!" I agreed, ready to forego dinner if she gave the slightest hint. I offered her my arm. "Shall we go?"

Lori smiled her sweet smile, lips startlingly red against her fair, porcelain skin and midnight hair. 

"With pleasure, kind sir," and, taking my arm, we headed down to the lobby, where we had a car waiting for us.

"Davey, we won't be alone for dinner, do you mind?" she asked slightly apprehensively.

"I'm fine with it if you are" I responded, "who's joining us?" 

"I asked Aunt Sophie to join us, I need to make arrangements....and I need to talk with her...about the baby" said Lori in a small, worried voice. I pulled her close to me.

trying to keep her focussed and upbeat; worrying was definitely not good for the baby. 

"Don't worry, darling, Sophie is seriously besotted with you, it'll be fine, you'll see."

I understood completely what was happening with her though; studying medicine had given me certain insights, after all. With Mother gone, who else was she going to turn to? She had no living female relatives, and those female relatives of mine that I knew about, I wouldn't have let within a mile of my darling girl. While I knew about the mechanics of the situation, the emotional side was a closed book to me, but what I did know from my medical student days was that pregnant women want, and need, other women around them, preferably close relatives, and definitely not men.

We arrived at the restaurant to find Sophie and a young Consular Security officer/driver waiting for us, so we went in to our table, causing a bit of a flutter among the other patrons; a young man escorting an elegant older lady, and a stunner in a mini-dress, with a diplomatic car waiting outside, but Lori was too distracted to notice the attention, a worrying sign of just how wound-tight she really was. 

After the usual small talk, Sophie thanked us for the invitation, although admitting she was a little puzzled and mystified as to why it had come so late in the day.

Lori apologised for the abrupt invitation, explaining in a low voice about her possible condition, and her worries, and most of all, what Sophie and Richard would think of her. I kept shut and busied myself with an in-depth, forensic examination of the menu; right now Lori needed a mother, not a boyfriend.




In Love with Lori Ch. 04



This is the direct follow-on from Part 3, and the planned continuation of the original series, so reading Part 3 first might be a good idea to acquaint yourself with the storyline. 

Many thanks to MRiceman1964 for editing, commenting and sanity-checking me, and for Bonnie's help and viewpoint! As always, I caution the reader that this is not the real world, it's my version, so while it may look similar, if you held it up over the real thing the corners probably won't line-up and there might be a few odd dark patches here and here. Any reality you choose to invest it with is entirely your business, I'm not here to tell you how things are, only how I wish things could be; I'm just glad you elected to join me for a while in my world!

If you like it, please rate it, if you don't please tell me why! All comments are acted upon, unless they're impossible, illegible, improbable, or violate the laws of reality, and you should know, calling me an idiot has no effect; my wife's been doing that for years, and I'm still here...

BB1958

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Arriving back in England was a lot less traumatic that I thought it would be. The flight was on time, our seats were good, and comfortable, and we cleared Customs & Immigration with only the token interview for Lori, as an incoming immigrant. Her passport duly stamped, we trailed through the Arrivals lounge, people stopping in their tracks to ogle this vision of hip-swaying, traffic-stopping loveliness by my side. We managed to hail a taxi into central London, to spend a few nights in Marble Arch to give Lori a chance to sight-see and do the tourist thing. After that, we'd decided to head on down to the flat in Epsom, in Surrey, not too far from the famous racecourse. We would be basing ourselves there for the next few months while we house-hunted and planned our formal wedding, thanks to my friend who owned it; he was on secondment in Dubai, so he told us to use it as a base for as long as we needed it. Lori and Aunt Sophie would plan the whole service, dress, cake, and reception thing; I was going back to finish my surgical rotation at the hospital I was trained at, St. Giles' in South London.

When we arrived at the hotel, Lori was a little overwhelmed by it; the hotel was located at the top of Park Lane, looking all the way down Park Lane, towards Buckingham Palace. Our suite was an Edwardian fantasy; all Carrara marble walls and crisp linen tablecloths, polished brass fittings and teak panelling. Lori thought it was the most romantic place she'd ever seen or imagined, and put her in the frame of mind I was hoping for. She was not in Iowa anymore, and I wanted her to start feeling at home as soon as possible. After we had unpacked, I asked her what she wanted to do first. Her reply was to kiss me seriously, pushing me backwards until the backs of my knees hit the bed, and I went over, her on top of me. We horsed around for a while, wrestling, tickling, groping, until I was able to pin her down and look into her beautiful eyes. 

"So, Mrs. Denham, my real, true, actual wife-and-not-sister, what were you planning on doing now that you've decoyed me into your lair?"

Lori grinned back at me, and pulled me in for a long, slow, deep kiss, making my nerve-endings prickle and my temperature rise as I felt myself flushing. 

"Well, Doctor Denham, I was wondering if you could give me one of your 'special' injections; I feel a sudden irresistible attack of nymphomania coming on..." she said in her best 'innocent little girl' voice, the one she knows I can't resist. 

"We shall have to see, won't we?" I leered at her, pulling at the button on her jeans, working it open so I could slide the zipper down. 

"Why Doctor Denham, whatever are you doing?" she asked me in that voice again, making me lose concentration as I started tugging her jeans down.

"Young lady, before I can give you an injection, I have to give you a check-up first!" I chuckled, slowly stripping her and marvelling, as I always did, at her smooth china-white skin, her firm taut young flesh, and her marvellously pneumatic body as more of it was revealed as I slowly, painstakingly removed her clothes. Lori smiled at me, batting her bright blue eyes every time I looked at her, her whole presence alluring, tempting, wickedly desirable, and mine! 

At last, I had her down to her micro underwear, a few wisps of silk and chiffon, nothing more than token garments, worn to tease and titillate me, not for any reason of decorum or need to conceal; at this point, I could be forgiven for having a little gloat; no, actually, I had a HUGE gloat. This girl was mine! Look on, all ye mortal men, and despair, I got the prize, she was mine, all mine, mwahahahaha!

Now she went to work on me, unbuttoning my slacks and fumbling at the buttons on my work shirt, hastily assisting me to strip down to my boxers, noting with satisfaction the bulge tenting the front of said boxers.

"Oh Dr. Denham, I think you're not well, look at you, you're all swelled-up!" she husked, "I think you need some massage!" and she slid her hand into my shorts and proceeded to 'massage' me, her warm hand rhythmically squeezing and pumping my shaft, making me even harder, if possible; it was already so hard you could shatter paving slabs with it, or etch paving glass, but she did the impossible; she tensed it up even further. 

"There, just like Reverend Willis used to ask me to do at Sunday School, doesn't that feel better?" she cooed, devilment playing in her eyes while I was torn between giggling at what she was saying and concentrating on not bursting right through the material of my shorts and slapping her in the forehead with Davey Jr. 

While she was groping me, I was just as happily groping her, slipping her underwear off her and getting her naked for phase two of my dastardly plan; lure her into bed for some serious horizontal jogging and a pumping session or three...

Lori slid my shorts down, allowing my cock into the open, and now I was as naked as she, and she wasted no time in sliding her lips over the end, giving me a quick suck as a preliminary for the main event. I pulled her up to me, kissing her deeply, my arousal so intense I could taste it; all I wanted to do was let myself go and ram my cock into her as hard and as fast as I could, and I didn't care where it went. Lori, however had very definite ideas about what she wanted to do, rubbing my head over and around her hot wet slit, showing me what was coming next.

I rolled onto my back, taking her with me, so she was lying on top of me, still rubbing and grinding her mound against me as she wriggled on top of me. She had that grin on her face again, that catching of her bottom lip between her teeth that told me something fun (and inventively dirty!) was brewing. God I love this girl! 

Lori kissed me and sat upright to straddle me, her slit a hot damp sensation on my lower belly. She began to slide back and forth, rubbing her damp pussy against me, grinning minxily at me as she did so. I reached for her fabulous, gravity-defying breasts, feeling her nipples solidly erect and thrumming against my palms as I cupped her beauties. She smiled at that, and clamped her hands over mine, using my hands to tease and stimulate her nipples as she ground and gyrated on top of me.

While my hands were busily enjoying her phenomenal boobs, my cock was feeling left out, to say the least. My erection was now so solid it was painful, and at last Lori seemed to remember it was there, reaching behind herself to squeeze and pump me quickly, grinning at me all the while.

"What she we do with this, Doctor-Man?" she husked, lifting herself slightly to rub the head against her crotch, but especially against her rosebud, as she slowly rubbed her pussy wetly against me, her secretions forming a slick film on my lower belly as her labia dragged back and forth in her dance on me. I arched my back in desperation, hoping to slide my aching cock into her, but she slid away from me.

"Uh-uh, Doctor-Man, not yet!" she cooed, her eyes glinting with amusement and arousal. She was heating up, and she wanted to play this game by her rules, so I would have to play along to get to that place I wanted. She continued to slide back and forth on me, using little hip-jerking movements, squeezing my cock and occasionally sliding her pussy lips over it, making it slick and wet before rubbing it over the tight crinkled star of her anus.

Finally she decided she was ready, and, holding my cock like a spear pointing at her anus, she slid herself back down and forced herself against me, pushing my cock into her tight anus against the resistance of her tight ring, until the head popped into her. At the same time she rubbed her steaming pussy with her other hand. I arched my back and pushed forward, meeting her as she impaled herself on me, the sensation of my cock sliding into her almost dry nearly too much to bear. She was sobbing and gasping at the invasion, the feeling of the raw, almost rough way my cock was being forced into her obviously affecting her deeply. 

At last I was all the way in, and Lori leaned down on me a she caught her breath. I reached for her magnificent arse and grabbed both cheeks beginning to slide myself in and out of her, but she grinned at me and shook her head.

"No David, I want to do this my way!" she gritted, and with that began an easy, hip-rolling pumping motion, like she was riding a mechanical bull, slipping up and then sliding back down onto my cock. The dragging friction, the damp heat and the constriction of her tight rectal tube around my cock had me ready to shoot inside a few seconds. Lori sensed what she was doing to me, and leaned back, one hand resting on my thighs for support as the other rubbed and pulled at her wet slit and hard, erect clitoris. At the same time, she slowed her hip-thrusting ride on my cock, speeding up to take me to the brink then slowing and dropping me back down, again and again, until I was at fever pitch, an almost overpowering need building in me to explode inside my beautiful sister-wife, my darling Lori!

Lori's hand at her pussy was a blur now, as she rubbed, and stroked, pulled and squeezed as she stimulated herself, until, with a loud sighing groan, she slumped forward, her hands on my midsection as she shuddered and quivered, her orgasm bolting through her and jarring her with its intensity. Her anus clamped down on my pumping cock, and with that my cock swelled and pulse after pulse of sperm lanced out of me, painting the inside of her rectum and bowels with my hot spunk as I came with such force my eyes whited-out and my ears popped. 

As I came, the feel of me ejaculating so forcefully inside her set her off again, and she mewled and shook as orgasm took her again and again, powerful aftershocks rattling through her and lighting up her central nervous system with sensation and pleasure.

At last the tremors died away, and slumped down on me, her lips finding mine as she held herself against me.

"That was so good, Davey, keep doing that to me, and I'll consider keeping you!" she grinned when she finally broke our kiss.

I slid my hands back down to her lovely backside, squeezing those glorious globes as I nibbled and licked her neck, her shoulders, and her earlobes, anywhere I could reach, in fact. 

"Davey, I'm hungry, let's eat somewhere nice tonight! Do you know a good place?"

I did indeed; the Hotel had already made reservations for us at a famous Michelin-starred restaurant just around the corner on Upper brook Street.

I told Lori we were dining at one of the best restaurants in London, so she had to get her boots and socks on, as we only had an hour to make our reservations.

30 minutes later we were walking out to the waiting car, a sleek Mercedes limousine. Lori was wearing that stunning red minidress she'd worn for dinner with Sophie the night she'd told her she was pregnant, and those stellar red stiletto's, and with her china complexion and her jet black hair cascading down her back, she looked completely stunning. Passing cars were slowing down to ogle her, and I had to grin; I was right, she really was a traffic stopper!

We got the same kind of reception at the restaurant; people were craning their necks to look at her, their foreheads wrinkling as they tried to place her. 'A stunningly beautiful girl in a micro-dress, with a body like that, she must be famous, where have I seen her before?' was the general undercurrent in the room as we were seated, and Lori lapped up every molecule of it, playing to the crowd for all she was worth. Her Midwest accent broadened, and her frequent head-tossing as she flicked her hair out of her eyes, and her constant crossing and re-crossing of her legs were followed by every man in the room. We had no lack of waiters; all she had to do was look up and there would be one there; I got the impression they were competing to see who could get there fastest just so she could grace him with her attention.

A couple of minor TV celebs came in and were seated at their own tables, people I knew vaguely from some soap or the other, and one of them, a sleazy-looking individual, sent a bottle of champagne over to our table; Lori declined it without looking at him and had it sent back, much to the amusement of his friends and the surrounding tables. He tried to send it over again, but I intercepted it, asked a waiter for a wastebasket, and dropped it in, again much to the amusement of his friends and the restaurant in general. At that point the Maitre d' asked him to leave, so he and his mates slunk out, where no doubt any passing paparazzi would capture the picture of a minor TV celeb being booted out of a top restaurant for being a boorish prick.

Lori was highly amused, and asked why I'd gone through the whole pantomime of dropping the champagne in the trash.

"You know, darling boy, I could have just gone over there, dragged him upright, and kneed him in the balls, that would have given him the message loud and clear!"

I laughed out loud; I didn't need to protect my wife, she was quite capable of defending herself against pests. When we eventually left, having had a superb meal of wild salmon, grilled beef, scallops, and a selection of cheeses, the car and our driver was waiting for us. As we came out, that idiot from earlier tried to accost Lori, so I had to accidently elbow him under the chin and listen to the click as his teeth slammed together. He tried to splutter something so I pulled him closer by his neck and grabbed his balls, squeezing as hard as I could, enjoying the sight of his pupils dilating as the elevated testicular compression threatened to pop his eyeballs out of their sockets. When I judged I had his full attention, I spoke quietly and urgently to him.

"Look, twat, if you don't fuck off and leave my wife alone, I'm going to crush your plums and feed you the squashy remains, are you getting this? Now fuck off and stay fucked-off! Keep away from my wife, you pathetic little prick, the only time she'd ever go with a snotty little shit-stain like you is after she's dead, and not even then, so fuck off or I'll rip your balls off! I mean it, boy, do yourself a favour and fuck off, or that man over there is going to shove your face down your neck and pull it out of your arse!" 

He looked disbelievingly at me, the words 'do you know who I am?' hovering on his lips, when a hand like a shovel descended on top of his head and pulled him upright by his cane-rolled nappy hair. It was our driver, who'd seen what was going on and decided to intervene.

"Listen to me, you little prick!" he rumbled, "The nice gentleman told you to fuck off, now fuck off!" Our new chum tried to struggle, whereupon the driver spun him round and head-butted him right between the eyes. I heard the crunch from where I was standing, and watched interestedly as blood spurted from his flattened nose, but I made no move to assist him; I'm a Cardio, Maxillo-Facial is a closed book to me...

The driver pulled him upright again by his frizzy hair, and gave him an underarm punch between the legs that must have made his balls vibrate like speed-bags and shredded his eardrums, turning him around so he could throw-up in peace, then tripping him into the gutter, kicking him in the backside while simultaneously punching him in the back of the head as he went sprawling. His mates all stood around staring at the huge man who'd just kicked their friend's arse with such ease, and the excited comment from the TV crew waiting outside to catch the rich and shameless at play as they caught the whole thing in glorious living colour was a delight to hear.

Lori was trying her hardest not to laugh, but it burst out of her, and our little friend had to contend with the sound of her laughter pealing out as he picked himself up out of whatever nasty thing it was he'd just landed in. We watched the camera flashes going off, capturing the shot of a minor TV soap star trying to scrape dogshit and puke off his pimp suit while cradling his sore balls in the full glare of the paparazzi spotlight. Blood was drooling down his face from his squashed and pulpy nose, said face not improved by its sudden impact with the road, vomit smeared his shiny jacket, and a large patch of his cane-rolled hair was mysteriously missing from the top of his head. The driver grinned wolfishly at him, and opened his hand to let a hank of hair fall to the pavement, dusting his hands off as he opened the car door for Lori and me. 

We climbed back into the car and drove the short distance back to the hotel. On the way there, I thanked the driver, whose name was Jimmy, who tried to brush it off as part of the service.

He did say one thing that caught my attention, though.

"If you don't mind me saying so, Sir, your wife is a very pretty lady, she's gonna get a lot of that, maybe you need to think about getting someone to be with her so this doesn't happen again!"

I thought for a few seconds, agreed that he was right, and made a decision.

"You're right. You're hired!"

He sputtered as he tried to backpedal.

"I didn't mean me, I was just pointing it out, I wasn't...!"

I grinned at him.

"You just talked yourself into a job, Jimmy. We'll talk about the money inside, but it will be significantly better than what you earn now, I promise! Do you own this car?"

He shook his head. "Nossir, it belongs to the service, I rent it from them."

"Okay," I said, "from tomorrow it's yours; you drive my wife around, keep an eye on her, and help her with whatever she wants. That means you'll probably be spending a lot of time in Malls; I don't envy you! I'll have all the paperwork sorted for you by the end of the week, but from now until you've had enough, you work for Lori. And we'll have none of this 'Sir/Ma'am' nonsense; my name is David, Lori's you already know. Tomorrow we want to do a little sightseeing, so could you please be here for breakfast at Nine o'clock, then Lori wants to see the Tower of London and drive across Tower Bridge, are you okay with that?"

Jimmy grinned broadly.

"'Course I'm okay with that, I'm looking forward to it!"

"Good, because after that she wants to see Buckingham Palace, Trafalgar Square and go shopping in Knightsbridge, so you're going to have your work cut out for you; once you get Lori in a department store you may have to send in the dogs to get her out again!" 

By this time we'd arrived back at the hotel, so Lori went up to our suite while Jimmy and I 'repaired to the bar' where we managed to find a couple of beers with our names on them.

We chatted amicably, sounding each other out. I discovered he'd been a Royal Marine Commando, when he finally left he'd worked as a security guard, then as a bouncer, before landing this job as a driver/chauffeur, always on single-drop gigs, so he'd rarely even spoken to the people he was driving around. I told him this job was going to be more interesting than that; Lori was going house hunting, probably in Oxfordshire or Royal Berkshire, so he could look forward to a lot of house viewings. 




In Love with Lori Ch. 04



Jimmy lived in a single-room studio flat in Bermondsey, and I promised him a better deal than that; there were several three-and four bedroom cottages dotted around in the grounds of Denham Hall, a hang-over from the days when the house had been the hub of a working estate, complete with farms, smithy, cider-press, brewery and dairy. Now there was just the house, about 50 acres of meadow and woodland, and the cottages, all of them empty. I was sure one or all of them could be made habitable, and if things worked out, he could have one.

Jimmy was overwhelmed; life hadn't exactly been a champagne rollercoaster since he'd left the service, now he had his own limousine, a well paying job, and the prospect of a home of his own. He tried to thank me, but I made light of it; I had no intention of ever living at Denham Hall; it was a frightful, creepy, semi-derelict pile of crumbling sandstone, still standing only because all the walls were leaning against each other and propping the others up, and hadn't yet summoned up the courage to do me a favour and collapse; the only way you'd get me in there was at gunpoint; even the Ghostbusters would have lit-out at a dead run from that spooky, creepy, scary place.

As for the cottages in the grounds, they'd been deserted since before I was born, so major renovation was called for. When he wasn't being Lori's right-hand man, he was tasked with managing the renovation of the cottages, with Lori sticking her oar in as and when she felt like it; his instructions were to humour her, then do it his way unless she was watching, then he'd have to do it her way until she left, then do it his way again... 

We discussed money next; I offered him £500 a week, plus meals, and gave him the details of the firm of accountants who handled the trust funds, they'd take care of his tax and National Insurance contributions, I'd leave it to them to work out what they had to pay him in order to give him £500 cash in his hand every week. The cottage would be rent-free; what on earth would I do with rent from a cottage? We already had such a preposterous amount of money stashed in those trust funds we'd never be able to spend it, what could we possibly do with more? He'd stay iwith us in whatever house we ended-up buying while the cottage he wanted was being renovated, which would be handy. Perhaps, if we bought a house with an additional cottage or flat, he might prefer to live there instead, and manage the Denham cottages as a renovation for rental business. It was something to think about. 

Jimmy left a happy man, and I went up to our room, to find a very loving wife waiting for me; lucky me!

"David," murmured Lori, grazing along my neck, "that was a very nice thing you did for Jimmy, I'm proud of you! Still, I don't actually need a bodyguard, you know, I could have handled that skinny little no-dick by myself; I've had lots of practice!"

I grinned as I manhandled that gorgeous arse of hers, gift-wrapped in the smallest, wispiest thong I'd ever encountered.

"Darling Girl, he's not a bodyguard; he's going to be your driver, companion, shopping cart and all round best-friend while I'm away. Do you remember a while ago I told you that I was going to be really busy for the next couple of years? Well I wasn't lying. Surgical Rotation, especially at a Teaching Hospital like St. Giles, is the most demanding part of the whole qualification process. I've got two years of that, then another two years of full caseload before I can even think about becoming a consultant and set my own caseload; until then I have to rotate through the surgical calendar with all the other surgical interns, so Jimmy is going to be very important to you."

"He'll be there when I can't be, and I promise, as you start to show, you're going to need him more and more. Hopefully Sophie will be here in a couple of weeks or so, and Richard is retiring soon, I know you'll want to be near them, and their home is in Oxfordshire, so Jimmy is going to be house hunting with you, dare I say it, in Oxfordshire. He'll be good to have around as you go poking around in some of the more rural reaches, Oxfordshire is a big place and some of the villages are more than a little isolated.

Also, he'll keep unwanted attention off and away from you; he's a bootneck, a Royal Marine Commando, so anyone who tries to mess with you is going to seriously regret it!"

Lori dimpled.

"I like the idea of having my own personal trouble-shooter! Okay, since it's what you want, I'll go along with it!"

I grinned as I slipped my thumbs into the waistband of her thong and slid it down, Lori grinning back as she stepped out of it and hooked it with her foot, sending it spinning across the room to drape over one of the wall sconces. 

"Don't forget where you left that," I smiled, "You'll give the little old housekeeping ladies a heart attack if they find something like that hanging there!"

Lori grinned widely.

"Don't you worry, Doctor-Man, that's just going to be a mild surprise compared to some of the things I plan on leaving on the bed sheets!"

I love her cheerfully vulgar sense of humour, and I couldn't help grinning as I slid her dress down, exposing those spectacular tits and her smoothly naked pussy. Lori began tugging at my belt, pulling it open and fumbling with the button and fly of my slacks. As she undid them she slid them down as I pulled my shirt off and threw it after her thong, finally standing before her in just my shorts. Lori soon remedied that, tugging them down to allow my drooling cock free.

"There, isn't that better!" she grinned, one hand rubbing the shaft while she squeezed my plums with the other. I reciprocated, pulling her closer so I could fondle her tight bum and grope her damp, swollen pussy.

Lor slid to her knees, squeezing and pumping me all the while, then slowly slid her lips over the head of my cock, her hot mouth and soft tongue feeling exquisite against the sensitive flesh. I looked down to see her looking up at me, her brilliant blue eyes sparkling as she slowly slid my length into her hot, wet mouth. As I watched, she began to suck, her cheeks hollowing, the suction delightful on the sensitive head. It was a truly erotic moment, but I didn't want to come like this; I wanted to fuck my wife, pump her full of my spunk, and make her scream on the end of my cock. 

I took her hand as I stepped back, pulling myself from her mouth, Lori grinning as I did so; she knew what I wanted, hell, she wanted it as much a I did; and if there was a little bonus as well, that was all to the good...

I lifted her to her feet, pulling her in close for a long and very stimulating kiss while piloting her back toward the bed. I tried to push her down on the bed, but I felt her lips grin against mine as she tripped me and somehow spun me around so she landed on top of me on the bed, trapping my aching cock between our bellies. Never one to pass-up an opportunity, I immediately reached round and grabbed her lovely, pneumatic bum with both hands, fondling and squeezing those world-class globular buttocks while her lips vacuumed my face. Lori paused in her kissing, sighing as I pulled her bum cheeks apart and stretched her anus open.

"You naughty man, what are you planning!" she grinned, rubbing her damp vulva against my straining cock. I responded by twitching, a muscular reaction she noted immediately.

"Oh, why didn't you say so!" she giggled, lifting up slightly to allow my trapped cock some room to manoeuvre. As it sprang upright, Lori took hold of the shaft, lifting her bottom and keeping her pelvis off mine as she rubbed the head against her wet pussy. I took the hint and thrust forward, Lori dropping down at the same time to impale herself on my throbbing erection, hissing happily as I slid into her.

"Ohhh yes, Davey, oh God, yes, that's what I like!" she groaned, rotating her hips as I thrust into her, riding me as I pumped into her. She pushed herself upright, planting her knees solidly on the bed on either side of me, with her hands on my chest supporting herself. This brought her lovely tempting tits within reach, and I took full advantage of that fact, holding and squeezing her firm, protruding breasts and solid, stiff nipples. Lori groaned as I gently rubbed, pinched, and squeezed those beautiful nipples, her face flushing as she rode me harder, her crotch grinding against mine as she approached her orgasm.

She came with a loud groan, her pussy rippling and squeezing me almost unbearably tightly as her orgasm hammered through her, my lower belly slick with the sweet juices pouring out of her as she shuddered and writhed above me.

Lori slumped down on me, her heart hammering as she caught her breath, eventually raising up to kiss me, my solid cock still embedded in her.

"Christ, that was quick!" she grinned, "I must have been really ready for you! What do you want baby? I know what I want you to do to me, you wanna go there?"

I looked into her eyes.

"Whatever you ask, baby, what do you want?" I asked her, grinning; as though I didn't know!

Lori grinned and licked my lips lightly.

"Just like Mom, baby...!"

I knew immediately what she meant, and my cock gave another muscular twitch inside her, making her grin.

"And I know someone else who wants this too...!" she whispered, smiling sexily. "Make me ready, Davey, please!"

To hear was to obey, and Lori climbed off me to lie face down on the bed, sliding a pillow under her tummy to raise her rump off the bed. I slid up behind her, pulling open her thighs to find my target, her juicy, swollen vulva. I bored in, my tongue flattened to lick the whole length of her gaping slit, making her writhe and murmur happily. As usual, she smelled spicy and sweet, like a Christmas kitchen, the scent driving me on, as always, and I moved in again, licking and teasing, tasting her juices as they flowed from her wet vulva, until I worked my way to the back of her slit to her perineum.

I took hold of her thighs, pulling her into me as I licked and teased her perineum, occasionally stabbing my tongue into her pussy, getting an "Oh, Oh, OH!" each time I did that, until I felt she was ready for why I was down here. As I lightly licked her perineum, enjoying the little jumps and quivers she gave every time I did that, I moved my attention a little higher, until I was licking and gently kissing around her tightly-creased little rosebud, her buttocks quivering every time I breathed or lightly flicked my tongue over it. As I concentrated on her little pucker, Lori began wriggling and shivering.

"Davey, don't fucking tease me, you know what I want, just do it!" she hissed. I of course ignored her; this was my time to play, and I was doing it my way.

"Davey, if you don't...ooohhh!" she groaned as I shoved my tongue into her tight anus, pulling her lovely plush buttocks apart as I did so, stretching her hole open for my delight. She kept up the litany of whispered moans and sighs as I rimmed her, allowing my saliva to run down my tongue and coat her anus, where my tongue-tip pushed it inside her, making her hole slick, spongy, and loose, ready for my cock.

I withdrew, leaning up over her, taking my weight on my hands as I slid my cock into her damp, swollen pussy, making her hiss at the sudden invasion. I pumped a few times, but I wasn't riding this hole, I was just lubricating my cock for what was coming next, Lori pushing back against me and murmuring discontentedly, also eager for the main event.

I slid out of her and rested the head of my cock against her slick anus, slowly jabbing to get it seated, Lori reached back and held me in position as I pushed forward, her sphincter resisting me at first, then slowly giving way as my bone-hard cock slid past her ring, which snapped tight around my shaft. Lori gave a low cry at that, but whether of pain or delight it was difficult to tell. I stopped pushing, waiting for her signal, and when she began pushing back against me I resumed pushing forward, slowly sliding my entire length into her glove-tight, sinewy arse. 

"That's it baby, oh God yes, fuck me, fuck my ass, oh Christ that feels good, yess, yes, harder, Davey, please..."she muttered as I began slowly pumping in and out of her, her arse resisting as I withdrew, the way back in always easier and somehow sexier. As I buggered my sister, the image once again flashed through my memory, that scene so long ago, of seeing Charlie, my step-father, doing this to my mother; Lori had said she'd seen it several times when my mother and her father had woken her up with their rutting, and she'd gone to their bedroom door to see the same thing, Charlie hammering his cock in and out of my mother's anus. Now her son was doing it to Charlie's daughter, her son was fucking her daughter in her tight anus for all he was worth. 

"Top of the world, Ma!" I muttered as I rammed my cock into her tight, sinewy rectum. 

I lowered myself down to my elbows so I could slide my hands under her ribcage to hold and squeeze her firm, protruding breasts, her nipples hard as bullets, and her firm, pneumatic buttocks bouncing and springing against my lower belly as I pounded against her. I could feel her rectum rippling and squeezing as she responded to the crude, primitive sex we were indulging in, her entire body trembling and quivering as we fucked. 

The pressure on my cock was tremendous; all I wanted to do was explode inside her, fill her hot arse with my spunk, and then do it again. Lori was obviously feeling the same way; I could see her neck and shoulders flushing as her orgasm approached, the pleasure building for her in waves that rippled through her body and into mine, joined as we were.

When her orgasm finally crashed through her she screamed in release, shuddering as her anal ring clamped down on me, her uterus beating against my cock, separated as it was by only a thin membrane; every nuance of her orgasm, the fluttering of her cervix as it convulsed, the rippling, squeezing of her rectum, was transmitted to my embedded cock, and it was too much to bear. I felt my head swell up and wedge tightly inside her, even as her ring clamped down tight around me, and I came in a white fury of release so intense it drowned out and shut down all my other senses, blurring my vision and making my ears pop, while my body flooded hers with what felt like gallons of sperm, my spunk spraying out of me and into her, coating her bowels with my seed. 

I slumped down against her, careful to take my weight on my elbows, and kissed her gently between her sleek shoulder-blades, waiting to get my breath back. My cock eventually softened and slid from her, leaving a trail of spunk out of her and down her thighs. Lori rolled over and looked at me, one eyebrow raised and her eyes dancing as she grinned.

"Now that, Doctor-man, is what I call a good ole-fashioned Iowa assfuck; you British shore know how to make a country-girl feel right at home!" she drawled, "My ass feels like someone done snuck up and hammered a big ole stump in there!"

I laughed out loud, her Rabelaisian, bawdy, vulgar and very funny sense of humour getting to me once again. We kissed and cuddled for a while, until Lori decided that she needed to take a shower. She grabbed hold of my cock, which looked like it needed a retread, and shook it threateningly

"And I mean a shower, alone, just me, so you stay put, or your ass is gonna feel like mine, got it, sweetie?" 

I saw the glint in her eye, and to be honest, I was too fucked to misbehave anymore that evening; all I wanted was to sleep, so she could shower to her heart's content; I was suddenly overwhelmingly in love with my bed, and nothing was going to part us, so I yawned, kissed her, and passed-out.

I awoke the following morning to the sight of Lori sitting at the window watching the red double-decker buses and black taxi's hurtling around Marble Arch and jockeying like lunatics down Park Lane, a cup of coffee in her hand, and yes, once again she was naked except for my shirt.

"Good morning, husband!" she grinned, obviously catching the movement as I stirred out of the corner of her eye. She stood up and walked toward the bed, her unconscious strut in full evidence as she hip-swayed toward me.

"I think there's someone famous staying here; there are TV vans and crowds of photographers outside. London is amazing, Davey, can we come here as often as possible? I think I could spend the rest of my life sightseeing and exploring here; no wonder Americans go into raptures about this place; look at it! And you have the sheer blasé indifference to treat it as the place you work and nothing special! Life is too good for you; you should have been an earwig!"

I reached out and stroked her smooth flank, enjoying the warm silkiness of her skin, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh and feeling her life and vitality sparkle underneath.

"Oh no you don't!" she laughed. "We're going sightseeing and Jimmy's due here on the dot of 9 o'clock, it 8 o'clock now, so get your ass out of there, Doctor Man, get in the shower, and get ready, you can have a coffee when you're done, now move it, mister!"

I dragged myself of the bed, knowing she was right, tempted to throw a 'domineering women/arse-scratching/farting' comment in her direction, but I remembered what she'd done to me the last time I threw that one at her...

I decided to have a quick shower; I wanted to grab a breakfast in the restaurant before we went out for the day, so time was limited. Sure enough, 20 minutes later I was showered, shaved, powdered, pressed, lightly polished, and smelling like a manly man, according to the overpowering cologne I'd picked up at the airport. Lori was taking her time getting dressed, after having rushed me along, so I decided to duck down to the lobby and have a quick read of the paper while I waited for Jimmy. Telling Lori what I was doing, I jumped in the elevator down to the Ground floor. 

The Reservations Desk had a stack of various newspapers, so I picked up one of the tabloids, planning on reading the sports pages, but the headlines screamed at me. 30 seconds later I was bursting into the room. Lori looked up in surprise, but something in my expression stopped her dead in her tracks.

"Davey...Davey, what's wrong, honey?"

I held out the paper.

"Baby, your fame is spreading again...!"

There, on the front page of the tabloid was a picture of the so-called TV celebrity the previous night being head-butted by Jimmy, and an inset picture of Lori, looking extremely hot, I had to admit. The headlines screamed;

SEX-PEST GETS NOSE JOB!

Underneath, in smaller heading;

"TV SEX-PEST BEATEN BY HUSBAND AND BODYGUARD OF MYSTERY BEAUTY!"

Lori sat down heavily on the bed.

"Oh. My. God. Oh, Fuck Davey, no, no, no, no. Shit! What are we gonna do, Davey?"

I tried to lighten the mood.

"Well, at least we know who all those photographers and TV vans are for!"

Lori glared at me.

"This is not fucking funny, Laughing Boy! It's not your face on the front page!"

I sat next to her and hugged her.

"But they got your best side, too...!" I murmured in her ear, making her grin.

Lori picked up the paper and read through the copy, smiling as she read to the end.

"Look, says here he was asked to desist, but tried to accost her several times, even after he was rebuffed by her and warned away by her husband. Apparently I'm an "unknown American beauty", sounds about right to me, and I'm famous now, so don't you forget it, Denham, you lowly nobody!"

I grinned at her.

"It's a good thing they don't know just what you were doing last night after all this kicked-off, then!"

She grinned back at me, blew me a kiss and turned to the next page. One of the paparazzi had managed to snap a full-length shot of the two of us, and there were the usual tabloid mini-headings asking who she was and why did she need a bodyguard, and one interesting snippet; apparently 12 other women had come forward with complaints about this bloke, and another piece editorialising about bodyguards, bemoaning their necessity these days, and ending by trumpeting that women had a right to protect themselves from unwanted attention, and that our chum had pretty much got what he deserved.




In Love with Lori Ch. 04



Just then there was a knock on the door. I looked through the viewer to see Jimmy standing there, so I let him in. He immediately tried to apologise for the furore that his handling of that little dick had created, but Lori wouldn't have it.

"I was there, and I'd have done the same thing, only I'd have punched him in the throat as well and watched him strangle, disgusting little prick! None of us knew this would happen, you were protecting us, so please, let it go, I already have!"

Jimmy grinned ruefully.

"I don't think you're going to get much sightseeing done today, not with that bunch of vultures waiting to ambush you! I can get you out of here, though; the hotel has a loading bay at the back, it's where I parked when I saw the mob waiting out there; no-one's going to see you going out that way, so where do you want to go?"

Lori looked at me enquiringly; Jimmy was right; we had to get out of the public eye for a couple of days, until the next sensation broke and she was forgotten, and I knew just the place.

"Get your stuff, baby, we're going to Denham Hall; that's the last place anyone would think of looking for the mysterious "Unknown American Beauty", unquote!"

Lori grinned and gave me the finger, making Jimmy grin too.

As Lori and Jimmy collected our stuff together, I called down to the manager, explaining that staying there was now out of the question, and that we'd be leaving. He was very understanding, and agreed that leaving via the Loading Bay was the best solution, so, as they already had our card details, I settled the account and a Customer Service Rep came up to the room to assist with our luggage. 

Once we were safely in the car, the gates were opened and we were away, the press waiting at the main entrance none the wiser. Our destination was the small village of Meadenham, deep in the heart of rural Oxfordshire, miles from the nearest motorway, flight path or anything even vaguely touristy, slightly chocolate-boxy, but still pretty much the village that time forgot, sort of like Brigadoon, but with much less attractive people living there, so very few strangers or visitors wandering around; the ideal place to lie low and wait it out. 

Jimmy and I chatted as he drove, swapping stories, he telling me about his life as a Royal Marine Commando, his adventures in The Falkland Islands, Bosnia, Iraq, and me telling him about my early life growing up in Oxfordshire and moving to Iowa when I was five when mother remarried, then coming home at 16 to take my exams and try and earn a place in medical school. I learned his surname was Roberts, he was 35, single and lived alone. 

Lori kept up a steady flow of comments, wisecracks and sharply observed statements, reducing Jimmy and me to helpless laughter; she really was irrepressible, obviously that business back at the hotel hadn't affected her to any great degree, thank God! 

Denham 'Hall' is actually a couple of miles from the village proper, in its own grounds, 50 acres or so of meadows, exciting trees and copses for a little boy to play 'Robin Hood' and hunt dragons in, and a collection of semi-derelict worker's cottages at various locations around the main house; I'd never actually been in any of them; father and mother had sat me down and told me to keep out of them at all costs, and I immediately thought it was because trolls or goblins lived in the cellars there, scaring me away; actually, it was because the floorboards and staircases were mostly rotted through, so the floors were dangerous. Still, for a long time after I had dreams about the trolls and goblins in the basement, which kept me out of the root-cellar back in Des Moines for years... 

We arrived at almost lunchtime, so I promised Lori a quick tour of the house, then off to the pub in the village to try out their grub before settling in at the house. When we stepped out of the car, Lori swept the place with her eyes, her gaze missing nothing. She pulled off her sunglasses and looked frankly at me.

"Darling Boy, when I saw pictures of this place years ago, when we were young, I thought it was ugly and creepy, and I was real glad I never lived here; now I think I've revised my opinion. Davey, it's hideous and creepy, how the hell did you not run screaming from this place every night? What an eyesore, I mean...look at it, what a dump!"

I wagged my finger at her mock chidingly.

"Now, now, Mrs. Denham, that's no way to speak of our child's ancestral home!"

Lori grinned at me, sliding her sunglasses back on and raising her head to look down her nose at me.

"If you think I'm ever going to be moon-calf enough to bring any child of mine within a hundred yards of this Gothic horror story you've got another think coming! Look, even Jimmy's gone pale! If this place can do that to one on England's finest, what do you imagine it'll do to my baby? Nope, this is top of my 'Avoid at all costs' list, so paste that inside your hat, 'Mr. Denham'!"

True enough, Jimmy had gone pale staring at the sombre, ugly facade of crumbling limestone, with every Palladian building reference shoehorned haphazardly into the design of the place, as though my loony ancestor who built it had sat down and looked at every stately home in England and picked out the bits he'd liked from all of them, with all the bits that said 'style', 'elegance', 'symmetry' and 'harmony' somehow being left out, and only the silly things left in; I could almost hear him saying "It's my house, so I'll build it the way I want!" 

So that's what he got, a mish-mash. There were lancet windows, Tudor mullions, medieval gargoyles and angels, obviously looted from some nearby church roof, Norman arches, Gothic arches and flying buttresses, Greek revival columns with a jarring mix of Doric, Ionic, and Corithian flutes, capitals, bases, entablatures and abacuses, and, horror of horrors, a battlemented roof, complete with a Widow's Walk. Just looking at the house was like walking through someone else's headache... 

Inside it wasn't so bad; mother had insisted on making the place at least marginally habitable, so things like central heating and windows that actually fitted had been installed, and the place was still fully furnished; most of the furniture was too bulky, old, or just plain ugly for mother to want to take to America with us, so it had been left in the house, and the caretaker service retained by the trustees had kept the damp and rot mostly at bay. Periodically bits still fell off though, and at the back of the house was a pile of mouldering sandstone blocks, mouldings, gargoyle heads, angel's noses, and interestingly shaped genitalia off the various male nudes nailed, mortared, or wedged onto the outside of the building; clearly, whoever had carved those things had never actually seen one, possibly not even their own, or came from some strange place where all men had odd-looking pee-pee's...

I had the keys, so we wandered inside, and Jimmy was just bringing in some of the cases while Lori was examining a painting of one of my 'less criminally insane than most' ancestors, when a soft voice right behind me nearly made me wet myself.

"Hello David, welcome back!"

Lori gave a small scream as she jumped too, and I spun around, shoulder up against whatever was right behind me, to look in puzzlement at a girl about my age, with shoulder-length, dark golden hair and brown eyes, not outstandingly pretty, but not plain or ugly, just...unremarkable. She looked familiar, and I stared at her as memory unreeled to place her.

"Rosie?" I asked, almost sure, but I still had to ask. "Oh my God, Rosie, what...how...why...!" I gabbled, and she grinned at me.

"Slow down, Robin Hood! There, that's better. How are you David?"

Lori took my hand, and I remembered my manners.

"Rosie, I'd like you to meet my wife, Lori. Lori, this is my cousin, Rosamund Fitzhugh-Denham, Rosie for short."

Rosie smiled again and took Lori's hand.

"I'm glad to meet you. You're very pretty, David's a very lucky boy!"

Lori blushed prettily, not knowing what to say, and just then Jimmy came in, a pair of cases under his arms. Rosie's eyes flicked to him then stayed there, transfixed. Jimmy stopped dead, likewise transfixed, while Lori and I gaped at the suddenly increased level of non-verbal communication going on in the room. The two of them stared at each other, Lori and me staring at them, until Lori nudged me, breaking me out of my study of the two of them.

"Rosie...Rosie...ROSIE!" I called her, Rosie giving a little start as she came back from wherever she'd been, blushing scarlet and grinning ruefully. Jimmy blushed and fumbled the two cases he'd been hold onto the ground, started to say something, then turned and fled back outside, still blushing furiously.

"Sorry about that David, but who's that?" she asked, seemingly nonchalantly. Lori caught my eyes as she grinned knowingly. 

"That's Jimmy, he's with us, why did you want to know?" I answered, trying not to grin. 

"No reason!" she answered me, blushing furiously all over again. Lori nudged me, harder, so I decided to quit teasing the poor girl.

"So why are you here then, Maid Marian?" I asked her, Lori looking at me questioningly, so I explained.

"Rosie lives down the road in Meadenham, and we grew up together. We used to play 'Robin Hood' in the woods here, I was Robin and Rosie was Maid Marian. Rosie's grandfather was my grandfather's youngest brother, so she's my second-cousin. We went to school together in the village for a little while, then father died, and mother remarried and we went to America with her new husband, so..." 

(Note how I "explained" things to Lori so Rosie didn't pick up any hint about how I met her in the first place; Rosie didn't need to know about that part of our relationship, oh no!)

I looked back at Rosie.

"So once again, what are you doing here, Rosie, you hate this place as much as I do!"

Rosie looked sheepish.

"I saw the papers this morning, and you could have knocked me down with a feather when I saw you with that beautiful girl, and I thought to myself, "David's going to go to ground, where would he hide?" Of course I knew immediately you'd hole-up here, miles away from anyone, so I thought I'd come and say hello, seeing as I haven't seen you since you were five...!"

So when she asked about Jimmy, she already knew who he was? Interesting...

I grinned at her.

"After all these years, you still know me so well! How did you get in?"

She held up a bunch of keys.

"When the caretaker service leaves in the evenings, they turn on the alarms and drop the keys off with mummy, so I picked them up this morning and came on up to wait for you. I have the alarm codes, so I unset them and waited, in the garden, actually; I'm not staying in this gruesome mortuary by myself, not for a big bloody clock!"

She'd reminded me of something.

"Rosie, how are your parents, how are Uncle Jerry and Aunt Sybil?"

Rosie looked sad for a moment.

"Daddy died, of a heart attack, nearly five years ago. It was sudden, but I don't think he even felt it, which is a blessing, I suppose; at least he didn't suffer. Mummy still lives in the same place, with my brother and me. Adam was born a year or so after you left, so you don't know him, he's at university now; he wants to be a banker, like Richard and Hugo, did you ever meet them?" 

I was saddened to hear of Uncle Jerry's death, and Lori and I both gave our condolences; he was always good at playing soldiers with me, I remember Aunt Sybil telling me he wanted a boy one day, I was glad he'd had a son. Also, my interest was piqued by her mention of Richard and Hugo; they were Aunt Sophie's sons.

"I never did meet Richard and his brother, but I know their parents; Aunt Sophie was a witness when Lori and I got married in America; we're getting married in church here, Aunt Sophie's organizing it and Uncle Richard is going to give her away. I'd really like to meet Richard and Hugo; do you know how to contact them?"

Rosie smiled.

"Of course I do! They're my cousins too, you know! They live in Chipping Norton, near all those ghastly media people, so not a million miles away; they stop by all the time to see mummy; they sort of keep an eye on her, help her out now and then, and Adam doesn't have any student loans, so I suspect they're paying for his uni; I know they paid for her to go on holiday last year; they're lovely thoughtful boys, but they drive far too fast in those sports cars of theirs!"

Obviously Richard and Hugo took after their parents, and I couldn't wait to meet them. But first, I wanted to introduce my lovely wife to my aunt Sybil, the only aunt I actually remembered well from my childhood, as I used to see her all the time, she and my uncle Jerry, father's first cousin. All the other aunts were a collection of grim old gorgons whose reputation preceded them by quite a long way; I remember mother used to get quite vocal about some of them...

All I knew was, there was no way on this green earth I was going to let any of those poisonous old ratbags anywhere near my sweet wife; to do so would be to sully her permanently.

Lori looked enquiringly at Rosie.

"How did you recognise David in the papers? You said you last saw him when you were five years old."

Rosie grinned back.

"David looks exactly like Uncle David; it really is quite amazing how much like his father he is; look, I want to show you something..."

She took Lori's hand and led her into the study, where she pointed to the large framed painting over the fireplace. I felt a lump in my throat as I looked at my father again, as I remembered him when he used to swing me up and sit me on his motorbike saddle, Charlie and him laughing as I twisted the throttle and made 'brrmm, brrmm!' noises. He was standing with his hands on mother's shoulders as she sat in front of the fire in the drawing room. I could feel my eyes stinging as I saw them together again, as I remembered them, so young and happy, mother's hand on his as it rested on her shoulder. Lori reached out and took my hand as she gazed raptly at her mother again, young, beautiful, before so much had happened to change her world.

"Rosie's right, Davey, it's incredible; you look just like him!"she murmured. I just nodded, not trusting myself to speak. Rosie touched my arm gently.

"We heard about Aunt Jane, David, I'm so sorry; the trustees notified mummy that she'd been given Aunt Jane's power of attorney here in England and handed all the keys and stuff over to her, and mummy's been keeping an eye on the place since, wondering if you were ever going to come back.

Something seemed to occur to Rosie, as she turned to stare at Lori.

"And you look just like Aunt Jane; my God, you could be her twin, you look almost exactly like her!"

Lori moved to head this off quickly; Rosie was obviously pin-sharp, she didn't want her drawing any conclusions just yet.

"I also look just like Aunt Sophie; apparently Denham men have some very particular tastes!" she grinned, drawing a smile from Rosie.

"I'll say!" she agreed, "They say everyone has a double somewhere, and I think I've just met Aunt Jane's! How eerie, especially in this frightful place!"

I was still staring at my parents' picture; I'd only ever been back here a few times since I'd come back to England, mainly to sign paperwork once I'd reached eighteen, and never into the study; something had always kept me out, but now a wash of memories were bubbling inside me, of sitting at my father's desk and playing with the boxes of painted lead soldiers kept in the window-seat, of standing on the window-seat when it was raining, peering out at the rain with my nose pressed to the window pane and wishing the rain away so I could go outside and play, and lying on the floor in front of the fire with my colouring book and crayons while mother, father and Charlie sat by the fire in the big wing-backed chairs and chatted.

The sound of someone knocking at the study door snapped me out of my reverie. Lori reached up and thumbed my eyes dry, then softly brushed my cheek for a second while Rosie answered the door, withdrawing in blushing confusion as Jimmy came in.

"Where do you want me to put the cases, Doctor Denham?" he asked, never taking his eyes off Rosie as she deliberately stared out the window. I decided to help things along a little, helped a little by Lori tapping my ankle sharply with the silver toe of her cowboy boot. 

"Rosie, may I present James Roberts, Jimmy to his friends; Jimmy, my cousin Rosamund Fitzhugh-Denham, Rosie to her friends."

Rosie held out her hand, Jimmy engulfing it his massive paw and shaking hands gently, almost as though he was afraid of hurting her. Rosie blushed again as Jimmy stammered and stuttered his way through an introduction, then turned to me.

"Where do you want the cases, Doctor Denham?" he repeated.

"Take them upstairs, Jimmy, I'll give you a hand," I replied, "and my name's David, I thought we established that!"

He grinned apologetically as he picked up two cases, followed by me with two, Lori with her vanity case, and Rosie bringing up the rear carrying the dress case. We dumped all the cases in the master bedroom, and then I toured Lori around the rest of the rooms, deliberately leaving Jimmy and Rosie to have that excruciating first conversation that all couples who instantly fancy each other need to have but don't know how to start... 

While the two of them were hemming and hawing I took Lori down and showed her the rest of the house. Mother had decorated the drawing room, the main sitting room, and the dining room, as well as some of the bedrooms. The rest of the rooms were still as they'd been the last time my grandfather had the place decorated, probably sometime in the 1950's. 

Lori walked around examining and touching, looking doubtfully at the paintings of my ancestors, all of them with that strained, constipated look disreputable people have when they're trying their best to look respectable, but I knew better; mother had given me the real background to most of them, not the official 'family' version, so I knew each one of those slave-trading, gun-running, mass-murdering, land-grabbing, pillaging, piratical rapists intimately. There were a few good ones, I had to admit, some philanthropists, scientists (or 'natural philosophers' as they liked to refer to themselves), and their collections and curiosity cabinets were still dotted the house, filled with collections of the odd, the strange, the weird, and the bloody scary, collected from all parts of the world. One of them, who fancied himself as an anatomist, liked to collect bones, and I still had the occasional nightmare about the time I opened one of the dozens of small doors in the attic and stumbled into a room filled to bursting with grinning skulls; my screams brought mother running, and the next day father had that door nailed-up; for all I knew, it still was.

I kept the biggest surprise for last. As we walked across the courtyard to what had been the coach-house back in the days of phaeton's, gigs, and landau's, Lori pointed out the new-looking barn behind it. The coach-house used to be father's consulting rooms when he worked from home, and it had been kept spruce by the caretaking company. 

There were two medium-sized bedrooms and a comfortable sitting room there, a self-contained bathroom, a kitchenette, and father's old office, and I wanted to ask her if she'd rather stay there than in that echoing creep-show of a main house, but Lori was curious about the barn, wanting to know why it looked so new, so we went there instead. I explained that the trustees had built it, because of what was inside it. She was bursting with curiosity, so I undid all four locks, Lori remarking that it was unusual for a barn to have such a heavy door. 




In Love with Lori Ch. 05



This is the last part of this particular saga, which I started out with every intention of dashing-off in a few weeks; more than a year later I finally crossed the last 'T' and dotted the last 'i', which serves me right for being so optimistic! I will miss Lori and her voracious sex-drive, but at least now the real Lori will get some peace and quiet...

As usual, my thanks go to Michael for liking this story enough to keep me at it, and Bonnie for being patient with me, and to everyone else who also liked this story and waited patiently for me to finish it.

I had great fun writing this, and to those who really want to know, the story Lori is physically almost a perfect double of the real one, my fabulous wife, but that's the only physical thing they share in common; story Lori's phenomenal appetites are entirely grounded in this story, and nowhere else, I'm sorry to say!

This segment follows on directly from Chapter 4, so I'd advise new readers to take that in first, to save themselves a mountain of confusion.

As before, I'd like to remind the reader that this is not reality, it's my made-up world, but you're more than welcome to roll-up your pants, suspend disbelief, and join me for a paddle; who knows, you might even like it!

If you like it, please rate it, if you didn't, please tell me why.

beachbum1958

*****

Back in the village, in the safety of her sprawling old house, Aunt Sybil was understanding, welcoming, and sympathetic, her motherliness making Lori break down in floods of tears, that and delayed shock, so Jimmy, Rosie, and I sat in the kitchen with our coffee while Sybil put her in one of the bedrooms and generally fussed over her. She rejoined us after about 20 minutes.

"Well she's asleep, David, and you could have told me she's expecting, you know! You're lucky I don't smack you across the back of your head! If you'd said something I'd never have let you take her back to that creepy horror-show! She's dog-tired, poor thing, she had hardly any rest last night, and then the shock this morning, well...anyway, let her rest for a few hours, and you can take us out to dinner tonight as your penance for dropping her unprepared into that horrible place! In the meantime, breakfast is going to be a little sparse unless you'd like to pop over to the shops, Rosie...?"

Rosie grinned and pulled Jimmy away from the table, 'to escort her' the hundred yards or so to the village grocery store. Sybil smiled after her, then turned to me when she and Jimmy had left.

"I'm glad she's met someone at last; after that idiot dumped her for that empty-headed so-called 'model', I thought the poor girl was never going out again. Young James seems suitably smitten with her."

I heard the question in her voice, and tried to avoid answering it, umm'ing and ahh'ing like an idiot; Rosie's business was her business, and I wasn't going to stick my tuppence-worth in, no sir, been there, done that, got the scars... 

Sybil smiled at my hedging.

"I know where she spent the night last night, Davey, I'm not senile yet, you know! What I want to know is whether or not this young man is just playing with her or he means to stick around."

I thought I probably knew the answer to that one.

"Aunt Sybil, as far as I know Jimmy's sticking around; he works for me, well, Lori, and I couldn't help but notice that he can't seem to take his eyes off Rosie; that's all I can say, but it seems like a good start!"

Sybil smiled and patted my hand.

"Then we'll leave it there; you have good instincts dear, just like your father, and your Uncle Jerry, so if you feel good about him, then so will I; Daddy was a Royal Marine, and he turned out alright! James seems like a very nice young man. And speak of the devil..."

Rosie and Jimmy came in just then, with eggs, bread, bacon, orange juice, the usual breakfast essentials, and the some letters, mostly for Sybil, but one for me, from Boston.

I tore it open excitedly, and yes, it was from Sophie. I read it through, then grinned and passed it over to Sybil. She read it and smiled as well.

"How wonderful, darling, Lori will be so pleased!"

I was so pleased that nothing would do but that I had to run upstairs and wake her. She looked so angelic, so young and vulnerable lying there fast asleep, barely breathing, so I gently kissed her awake, licking her lips and giving her time to rouse.

"Davey, what...?" she smiled blurrily, still more asleep than awake.

"Good news, baby-girl, great news! Sophie's coming, look at this!"

Lori snatched the letter from me and quickly scanned it, tears brimming in her eyes, tears of happiness, her lips moving as she read through it again, then reached up for me and pulled me down for a quick kiss.

"Oh Davey, she's going to be here in just a few weeks, I can't believe it, it's only been a few days but I miss her so much, it feels like forever since I saw her last, now I can relax! She must have sent this right after we left; maybe we should have waited a few days!"

She read through it one more time, then folded it and slid it under the pillow, smiling happily. I lay down next to her and wiped the tears off her cheek while she stroked my face.

"She's so much like mom, Davey, it's uncanny; everything about her screams "mom!" at me, it's like having mom back when she's around! Maybe I'm getting a second chance, a chance to have my mom back; if that's the case, I'm not going to let a second go to waste!"

I smiled and held her hand, and stroked her hair until she dropped off again, that happy smile still on her lips when I left.

We'd just made short work of breakfast when there came from outside the throb of an immensely powerful car. Rosie looked up and grinned. 

"Looks like all the family's here today!"

The sound of the back door opening was followed by a voice calling out.

"Rosie! Aunt Sybil? Anyone home? Come out, come out, wherever you are!"

"In here, dears!" called out Sybil, and two tall men, a little older than me, but with the Denham identity stamped all over them, tramped into the kitchen.

"Hello dears, pull up a pew!" smiled Sybil. "David, meet Richard, and the pretty one over there is Hugo Denham-Grant, Sophie's sons. Boys, this is your cousin David!"

The two of them came over to shake hands, looking at me curiously.

"Hello David, Richard, pleased to meetcha!" His handshake was firm and definite, and I decided I liked him; he looked an awful lot like Uncle Richard, and a lot like my father, they both did. Hugo shook hands with me as well and gratefully accepted the mug of tea handed him by Rosie, tweaking her ear as he did.

"So you're the much-maligned David Denham, sole owner and proprietor of Hill House! Aunt Sybil says you had a run-in with Bella the Beast yesterday, sorry Rosie, I hope you gave her both barrels?"

I grinned back at his infectious grin.

"I certainly did! She came looking for a fight, instead she got an earful and an order to go away and stay away; I don't know why she persists in demanding that dreadful place; if she asked nicely I'd probably give it to her!"

Hugo looked sideways at me at that.

"Chrissake don't do that, David! All that land? The first thing she and that arch-bitch Maude will do is sell it for re-development; that's been their plan all along; 50 acres of prime development land in the middle of a Green-Belt zone? She'll think Christmas has come early, and so will the other developers once the word gets out. I don't know if you've been keeping current with land prices in this part of the world, so let me clue you in; around here, one acre of development land with Planning Consent is worth something under a million quid, that's why those two scheming harridans are so keen to get their hands on the place. Denham Hall and the village are out of the way and off the developer radar, I think we should keep it that way! I know there's no English Heritage listing on the place, even they think that eyesore has no historical or architectural merit, so why don't you just tear it down and rebuild it the way you want?"

Richard was nodding as Hugo spoke.

"He's right, you know; once they've granted development access to Denham Hall, the rest of the area will follow; precedent will have been set, and the planning committee will bow to pressure from the developers. Leave it as it is, or pull it down and rebuild it, but don't sell up or give it away; Bella will probably drop dead soon, although I personally believe she'd survive an Apache attack, World War 3 and a direct meteorite strike, just like the cockroach she is. Maude doesn't have the brains to pull-off any schemes by herself; she's all ambition and no ability, she barely knows what day of the week it is on any given day. With Bella out of the way, Maude will have to try and marry those horrible daughters of hers into money!"

He turned and saw Jimmy for the first time.

"I do apologise, I never saw you there, I was so fascinated meeting yet another Denham! I'm Richard, this is Hugo, you are...?

Jimmy grinned at his tone, and introduced himself. Richard noted the way Rosie slipped her arm through Jimmy's and winked at her before grinning at Jimmy. Just then Lori walked in.

"What's all the noise, baby, it woke me...oh!"

Richard and Hugo both spun and stared at her, Lori gradually blushing under their combined stares.

"Richard, Hugo, this is my wife, Lori. Lori, these are my cousins, Richard and Hugo, Uncle Richard's sons."

The brothers were looking sandbagged, and I couldn't blame them; Lori had elected to wear a figure-hugging top and her skin-tight leather jeans, complete with her silver-heeled cowboy boots, and she looked cute and wholesome, yet devastatingly sexy, like a Playboy centrefold before she starts the strip.

Lori came and stood next to me, her arms around my waist, looking from face to face and back at me.

"Davey, they look just like you; my God, they could be your brothers!" she breathed.

Richard was the first to recover.

"Lori, hello, I'm Richard. Mother said you were...striking, she didn't say you were her double! I mean, look at you, bloody hell! Are you sure you're not our long-lost sister or something?"

Lori grinned, her beautiful violet eyes sparkling as the two of them admired her. Hugo recovered himself enough to also greet her and shake hands, then turning to nudge his brother.

"And to think we've been working our way through Estonia's finest! Maybe we should have followed David here to America if they grow them like that over there!"

Lori blushed at the compliments, and giggled when Richard asked her if she had any sisters or cousins she was willing to sacrifice to the cause.

"Mother said you were from Iowa, methinks we'll shortly be finding we have important business to contract over there, who knows, maybe we'll find a couple of black-haired, blue-eyed Iowa knockouts of our own!"

"I'm so glad I met you both!" she laughed, "Aunt Sophie was right, I think we're going to get along just fine; did you know David even has your names?"

They both looked blank until Lori elucidated.

"David's full name is David Richard Hugo Denham; he was named after your father and his brother, just like you, so you see, he's a close part of you two as well! No wonder Aunt Sophie and Uncle Richard took such a liking to him!"

Both men looked pleased, and Richard grinned at me.

"She's right you know; my middle name's David, after your father, I assume. Well, well! Now all we have to do is wait until Father and Mother return home, and the whole wedding thing can get into full swing. Mother said she's organising the whole thing; you have no idea what you've let yourselves in for; truly, may God have mercy on your souls!"

Hugo decided to chime in.

"Mother also told us about the baby, congrats by the way, cousin, and I'd like to thank you both for turning up the heat and tightening the screws even further! Once Mother gets her hands on that baby, she's going to be relentless; I can see it now, both of us drugged, clubbed senseless, and chained to the altar while she marries each of us off to some knock-kneed, mouth-breathing, horsey-type called Brenda, or Susannah, or Lucinda, perish the thought, complete with bad skin, bad breath, buck-teeth, great big feet, and reeking of saddle-soap and horse liniment, but from an impeccable family!"

Richard was nodding in agreement.

"Three months ago Mother decided to do a little long-distance matchmaking with some random friend's daughter, and suddenly I'm fielding this girl, name of Tallulah Bartlett-DeVere, a made-up name if I ever heard one, who looked exactly like she'd been cursed by the 'My Little Pony' fairy; I kid you not, I've never had anyone look at me with their teeth before; the girl had so many teeth her mouth was jammed permanently open; it was frightening, like staring at a bloody marble cemetery! I swear, if she ever manages to close her mouth fully she's going to bite herself in the forehead! Really, if I wanted a wife who reeked permanently of horses I'd marry some steppe nomad, not Tallulah and her teeth! No, I think I'll stick to Ukrainian so-called models for now; at least they'll happily hitch their knickers back up, accept a Chanel goodie-bag, and bugger off into the sunset, never to be seen again!"

Lori, Rosie, and Sybil were laughing helplessly by the time they'd finished. I was frankly astonished at how quickly I'd slipped back into this side of my family; Richard and Hugo were bantering and ribbing us as though we'd known them all our lives, and I was glad Lori had met them; they really were the better side of the Denham clan, and her obvious attachment to Sophie was working for her; the boys adored their mother, and so they were completely taken with her, finally ending-up preparing to arm wrestle to see who got to be godfather of the baby...

Lori broke that up by averring that as it would be impossible and unfair to choose between them, both of them would be godfathers, earning herself a pleased hug from both of them. One day, I'd ask Aunt Sophie's permission to tell them just how closely related to me they actually were; Uncle Richard was my father's half-brother, even though he was supposedly unaware of that fact, which made the two of them my first-cousins, along with Rosie absolutely the closest family I had (after Lori, of course, but I was never going to reveal that particular fact to anyone!)

During my conversation with my cousins the fact that we were house-hunting came up, and Richard had the number of an Estate Agent who he actually trusted, the man who'd arranged the purchase of his own house. Lori was adamant that she wanted to live near Sophie and Aunt Sybil, as she was going to need all the help she could get, but Richard didn't think that was a problem.

"This guy has properties all over the county, so he's bound to have a few near where the parents are going to be living, just give him a call, go and see him, and give him your wish-list; if he hasn't got the place you want on his books, he'll find it and persuade the owners to sell, he's that good!"

We sat around for a while longer, chatting about Lori's parents, both the boys offering her their condolences when they heard about mother and Charlie's passing. Both Lori and I had to tread carefully so as not to tip them off about our actual relationship, instead giving them the cover story we'd prepared, that Lori was a school friend and former girlfriend I'd met again while in Iowa for mother's funeral; it was a thin story, with more holes than an Agatha Christie murder mystery, and Richard gave me a very old-fashioned look when I side-stepped some of his questions about mother and my step-father, but it got me off the subject, much to my relief. Hugo was curious what we'd do with Denham Hall, and I confessed I was stumped; I wanted to pull the creepy eyesore down and maybe build holiday cottages or something, anything to keep the developers at bay, but Lori was unconvinced; in her opinion, the place had stood for over 300 years, it deserved to stay up and in place, if only to serve as a reminder and an object lesson for future generations on how not to build a country retreat...

Hugo eventually took Jimmy aside and gave him some locations where Lori might want to start looking for her dream house while Richard teased and ribbed Rosie about her new man, the teasing revealing just how fond of her he really was; Rosie had been my best friend when I was small, almost like a sister, we were both roughly the same age, and that bond had started to re-establish over the last day or so. In light of what Sybil had told us about her former fiancée, I was glad to see she and Jimmy were becoming closer and more attached with every passing hour, the attraction between them was plain and obvious, and I was pleased for her.

Eventually, the brothers had to leave; they both had business to attend to in London they'd delayed in order that they could meet Lori and me, which I appreciated, and so, with hugs for Lori and Rosie, a handshake for Jimmy and me, and a kiss for Aunt Sybil, they left us to our own devices. Now that Jimmy had a list of places that should yield some interesting properties, as well as details of Richard's pet realtor, we had some calls to make; I to let St. Giles Hospital know I'd be back on staff from the following day, and Lori to make an appointment to see the realtor and start plotting-out her assault on the Oxfordshire property market. I noticed she was looking tired after making her call, and I was certainly feeling the effects of a good breakfast after a disturbed night with little actual rest, so Rosie captured Jimmy to take him around and show him some of the local sights (and possibly the inside of a haystack or two...) while Lori and I retired to catch up on a little sleep; actually, tired as I was, sleep was the last thing on my mind; the sight of Lori in that clingy top and those skin-tight leather jeans outlining every wondrous curve of her spectacular arse was giving me ideas far above their station, and I was feeling the need for a little one-on-one with my beautiful wife. 

Lori seemed to be feeling the same way; her walk had an additional sway, her hips had a little extra tilt to them, and her lovely bum cheeks seemed just that little bit more pouty, and when I tore my eyes away from them, it was to meet her frank gaze as she caught me ogling all her lovely, juicy, wobbly bits.

"No prizes for guessing what you want, Darling Boy!" she grinned, making me grin in turn at her use of mother's favourite name for me. I reached for her and pulled her closer, sticking my tongue in her ear to make her cringe and giggle while I squeezed those taut cheeks through the glove leather of her jeans.

"Bedtime, Mrs. Loretta Denham, I prescribe a couple of injections to help you sleep, I think I should administer them as soon as possible!" I breathed in her ear, Lori undulating against me the whole time.

"Why Doctor Denham, you aren't planning on seducing l'il 'ole me, are you? I'll have you know, I'm a respectable married woman!" she smiled back, her voice that sexy, breathy whisper guaranteed to turn me into a walking erection in a blink of an eye. She obviously felt it, grinding her mons pubis against the suddenly unruly bulge in my trousers as she licked and lightly kissed my lips, teasing me with her nearness.

"Land sakes, Doctor Denham, is that a stethoscope in your pocket, or do you just have a big ole hard-on for me?" she husked, grabbing and gently squeezing my balls as she rubbed her lovely bubblies against my chest; I could feel her stiff nipples through the material of her top and my shirt, so I knew she was building a head of steam, if all went well she'd pop that particular cork while I was in the saddle, a thought that made me hustle her upstairs as fast as we could; suddenly I had a burning urge to strip my girl and jam something hot, stiff and friendly inside her, and I knew she wouldn't be too particular about where! 




In Love with Lori Ch. 05



Sybil had given us the end bedroom, conveniently situated at the opposite end of the L-shaped house from her own, so we had reasonable privacy; the bedroom door was thick, heavy oak, adding even more sound-proofing, which was useful, given Lori's propensity for screaming out my name (and other things!) while in the throes of passion... Even as I was shutting the door behind me, Lori was attacking my shirt, popping the buttons while I unbuckled and dropped my slacks. Lori got tired of trying to pop my shirt buttons, resorting to yanking my shirt over my head and throwing it behind her as her hand dived inside my shorts to find and squeeze her favourite plaything. My hands were equally busy fumbling with the button and zipper of her leather jeans, popping the waistband then sliding inside to cup and squeeze her warm satiny backside. I raised an eyebrow and grinned at her when I discovered she wasn't wearing a thong, as I'd assumed, or indeed panties of any description, my cock stiffening even further at the thought of her being commando while surrounded by family and friends...

I spun her round and slid my hands up under her top to squeeze and tease her lovely firm puppies, her nipples stiff and straining under my fingers, Lori groaning as I squeezed them lightly, making them even more stiff, it that were possible. 

"God, yes, Davey, that's so nice, do it some more, gently, baby, ooohhh...!" she murmured, pushing her jeans down so she could press her firm, tight, curvaceous, womanly bum into my groin, trapping my cock in the cleft between her cheeks. 

"Like that, baby?" she murmured, and as I licked her ear in affirmation, she reached back and slid my shorts half way down my thighs, freeing my cock to press between her naked cheeks, then once again doing that slow rise and fall she did so well, masturbating me between the cheeks of her beautiful arse.

I can only take so much of her teasing me like this; I can never let go of the fact that she's a stunningly beautiful woman, and the knowledge that she's mine has a powerful aphrodisiac effect on me, so any teasing and foreplay she indulges in first time round is of necessity going to be short-lived, and what she was doing right now was yanking my testosterone levels up to eardrum-bursting levels. I enjoyed the feel of her muscular bum massaging and rubbing my cock as she slid up and down against me, but human flesh has its limits, and when it comes to Lori, I have a fairly low tolerance of foreplay before I have to shove myself into her and fuck her like a wild man, something she knows all too well!

She could feel my cock twitching as my own level of arousal climbed, and just when I thought I reached the point where I was going to have to yank her jeans all the way off and plough into her, she spun round and dropped to her knees, taking my cock into her mouth and licking the end while simultaneously jabbing a sharp fingernail momentarily into my perineum; that pulled me back from the brink, believe me! So now she'd pulled me back from the edge, she concentrated on taking me there again, her mouth a warm wet delight as she sucked and licked me expertly. My knees were trembling with the effort of holding me upright; while I wanted this delightful torture to continue, I also wanted to slip between her smooth thighs and bury myself deep in her most secret places; I wanted to fuck her so badly right then it was untrue, and Lori knew exactly what she was doing as she built me up to a fever pitch.

At last, her hot, wet mouth pulled away from me, and she looked up at me, winking as she grinned.

"That should guarantee some fireworks, Darling Boy! Now, will you please fuck me really hard, Davey, I need my beauty sleep and I like the way you tranquilise me!"

To hear is to obey, and as we were already mostly naked, kicking off what was left was the work of a moment, saving me time that I could profitably spend sticking bits of me into conveniently shaped bits of her. As I dragged her down on top of me, Lori grinned and rubbed noses with me.

"Three months ago you'd almost forgotten about me, I was just the scrawny kid sister you abandoned, and now you've married me, dragged me half a world away from my home, knocked me up, and scared the living shit out of me; I think I'll keep you, you make life interesting, I'll give you that!"

I responded by grabbing hold of her spectacular buttocks and pulling them apart as I ground my steely cock against her damp pussy, at the same time slipping a finger into her tight little rusty bullet-hole, the sensation making her gasp lightly, then smile knowingly at me with one eyebrow raised, doing a perfect 'Charlie' at me. 

"I didn't abandon you, wench; I asked about you every time I called for eight years, and you always refused to speak to me, or has that just slipped your extremely selective memory? Anyhoo, you wanted to get knocked-up, remember? I was just happy to be of service! As for the scaring, sorry about that, but now perhaps you understand why I loathe that decrepit dump!"

Lori grinned at that, and ground herself against me, the feel of her hot, wet pussy lips against the underside of my cock doing all sorts of things to my head. Lori saw the blissed-out expression on my face and grinned again, her stunning violet eyes sparkling with humour, happiness, and a good helping of sheer, 'fuck me now' animal lust.

She ground against me a couple more times, just to make sure I got the message, then sat upright as she straddled me, lifting up to slide me into her succulent wet peach of a pussy, the feeling as she tightened around me making me twitch and almost blow my balls there and then.

"Like that, baby?" she cooed, leaning down to lick my lips and pulling away with a grin as I tried to kiss her back, so I had to content myself with holding and gently squeezing her beautiful breasts and outstandingly stiff nipples. As soon as I squeezed them her eyes widened, and I realised they were starting to become sensitive, so I stopped, instead sliding my hands down her torso to hold and squeeze her taut bum-cheeks instead, the perfectly sculpted hillocks of horniness fitting my hands as though made for me, and in my mind they were, everything about her conforming perfectly to my ideal of Goddess/Wife/Female Perfection/Woman of My Dreams, all reinforced by those two warm, firm, muscular handfuls flexing and straining as she writhed and ground on top of me. 

Lori began to pump a little faster against me, her pussy squeezing me rhythmically now, and that tell-tale pink flush creeping down her throat and spreading across her chest and shoulders; she was close, only a little more would push her over the edge, so I gave her some assistance. As she ground against me, I began pumping back up to meet her thrusts, her eyes closing as orgasm hovered in the wings, her hips moving even faster now as she ground and gyrated above me, gasping every time I pumped back up as she ground down on me.

Her orgasm hit her like a body-blow, her eyes squeezing shut as her whole body shuddered and trembled on me, her thighs locking against my midriff as her hands cupped and massaged her breasts. I could feel the waves of her orgasm as they pulsed and battered through her, every least sensation transmitted down into my body and calling to me to join her; how I held off I don't know; even my stock selection of mental images kept in reserve to slow or push orgasm back, (images of Margaret Thatcher, Idi Amin naked, Hilary Clinton in a micro-bikini, Colonel Gadaffi puckering up for a kiss) weren't working too well, and I resorted to gritting my teeth and mentally reciting the bones of the skeleton to try and take my mind off the sight of all that feminine gorgeousness trembling and gasping above me.

It worked, and as Lori slumped down on top of me, heart hammering and her body twitching as mini-shocks rolled and rippled through her, I still hadn't succumbed to my own orgasm, but I had a plan to fix that! Lori eventually raised herself up again to look at me, her face and neck still flushed so adorably, sexily, from her recent orgasm.

"What about you baby, what's wrong, you didn't...?"

I grinned at her and licked her chin as I playfully pulled her bum cheeks apart, pulling her anus open.

"Ooooh, naughty!" she squeaked, and grinned down at me, "I know what you want, you dirty little beast, how can I stop you, I'm completely under the spell of your big ole pussy-hammer, Doctor Denham! Daddy warned me there'd be days like this!" she lisped at me, making me grin even wider.

Lori sat up on me, her pussy squeezing and pulsing around my cock, still embedded to the hilt in her tight wet succulence, and raised up higher to allow me to slide out and lie along my belly, glistening wetly. Now she leaned back down and kissed me, then seemed to think about it, and kissed me again, then again, until our lips were locked together, our tongues fencing and twining around each other's, while my hands squeezed and massaged her tight bum, pulling her cheeks open while she slid a finger alternately along the wet crease of her pussy and slid it into the tight little knot of her anus. While she was lubricating her tight hole, I kept hold of her bum cheeks, pulling them apart to stretch her as she carefully lubricated herself with her own copious juices.

When she was ready, Lori again sat upright, and raised herself up slightly, and taking hold of my by now bone-hard cock, rubbed the lubricant seeping from me over her pussy before once more impaling herself on me, but I knew she was just lubricating me. She once again raised up, allowing me to slide out of her, and, holding me steady against her tight little bum-hole, slowly slid me into her, her eyes widening as my girth stetched her anus open, the head pressing against her ring. A few seconds of pressure, and suddenly I "popped" in past the ring, Lori giving a gasping yelp as I did so, then slowly slid into the depths of her taut little bum as she finished impaling herself on me.

"Christ, Davey!" she gasped, "I thought I told you to stop feeding this thing, that was a real effort, whoo!" she grinned, leaning down to lightly lick my lips.

"I told you, Princess, I only feed him blue-eyed Iowa brunettes!" I grinned, and Lori grinned at that.

"Then he's getting too much exercise, the boy is definitely bulking-up!" she grinned, and reached behind herself to gently squeeze my balls, sending a sudden zing of pleasure through me. 

Once she'd adjusted to my size, she began slowly pumping herself on me again, squeezing me rhythmically with her rectal muscles while she rocked back and forth on top of me. I reached for her delectable breasts and, remembering her earlier sensitivity, stroked her nipples with fine, feather-like strokes, making her gasp and smile as her nipples stood up stiff and proud, and noticeable darker than before, the coral pinkness now tinged a deeper red; she was becoming a mother, and the thought stiffened me even further.

Lori noticed my increased arousal, her eyes widening as I took hold even faster in her tight passage, filling her even more. The sight of her gyrating above me, the feel of her deliciously stiff nipples against my questing fingers, all combined to push me higher and higher with each passing second. Once again that flush spread down her neck and throat, telling me that my girl was close, and when she leaned down and glued her lips to mine as my hands took hold of her glorious bum, I couldn't hold back any longer. 

My cock wedged tight inside her rectum as it began twitching and convulsing, hosing what felt like jet after jet of boiling hot spunk deep into the heart of her as her rectum squeezed me tightly, like a hand rippling along my entire length. Lori squealed as she too orgasmed, the feel of her cervix fluttering inside her and beating against my cock as it lay embedded in her rectal passage sending me off in another frenzied volley of spraying spunk as I came like never before, the spunk bolting out of me in what felt like a never ending series of convulsions.

At last I had no more spunk to give her, the torrent of sperm finally ending as little more than a sticky trickle as my body gave up my last reserves of semen for her. Lori slumped back down on me, her heart thundering with the force of her orgasm, and my hands just naturally dropped back down to her perfect bum, holding her against me until her storm passed and her heartbeat slowed to a more normal tempo. 

As my cock relaxed, it finally slipped out of her, and I rolled over onto my side, taking her with me, so we were now lying face-to-face on our sides, my arms around her. Lori looked up into my eyes, and, somewhat blearily, grinned up at me.

"That was wonderful, Darling Boy; I knew I made the right choice! I was only kidding earlier when I said you'd abandoned me; I know you didn't, you just had to go so you could be you, and I'm so happy you came back, even if we had to lose mom and daddy to find each other. I love you, baby, I love this baby you've given me, and we're going to have lots more, here, surrounded by family. She's coming home, baby, she's so much like mom, I feel like I'm getting mom back, I'm so happy!"

She smiled happily, more tears gathering in the corners of her eyes, tears I was happy to lick away for her, making her giggle. I went to kiss her again, but she put her finger to my lips.

"When you left, after that whole scene at Des Moines International, mom was like a zombie for weeks; every time she looked at your picture she'd start crying, and daddy was no better; he took all the pictures of you and put them in his study so mom wouldn't have to see them all the time, then he'd shut himself away in there for hours on end, and sometimes I'd peek in and he'd be sitting there staring into space with tears running down his cheeks; they both missed you so much. I'm sorry you weren't here when daddy died, it wasn't your fault, you weren't to know he had a bad heart, he never told any of us, one day he was here, the next he was gone, just like that. He was so proud of you, never forget that, proud of the fact that you'd gone out into the world to get what you wanted; he admired that, he said you were just like your daddy, and he knew you'd succeed. Mom was okay with it all after a while, she even took your pictures from the study and put them back out around the house. I made a mess of it, though, Davey, I handled it really badly."

I went to interrupt her, not really needing to know any of this now, not now that we were together, married, and starting a family, but Lori waved me back to silence.

"I need to tell you this, Davey, I should have right from the start, but I guess with the funerals, then moving to Maine, it all kinda got lost in the shuffle. So here goes. I missed you so much every day, it was like someone was boring a hole through the middle of me. Every time I saw your picture it was like another sharp little stab inside me, and it got worse every day; I never knew how much I needed you until you were gone, and when you never came back, I got angry, then angrier." 

She paused, obviously gathering her thoughts.

"It didn't help that you were more and more gorgeous every time I saw a new picture of you, even though I always thought you were gorgeous; it all made sense to me when I saw that picture you sent daddy, of you with your rowing team at school; it all clicked into place then; I was thirteen, and I realised I was in love with my big brother, I always had been, and it repulsed me; I honestly thought I was some kind of sick pervert, to be feeling like that about my own brother, but try as I might, I couldn't get it to go away. Over the years, I dated, I had boyfriends, but none of them were you, and I couldn't bring myself to try and pretend any of them was you. When you finally did come home, and I met you at the airport, twenty-four years old, a qualified doctor, you looked so lost, so apprehensive, so scared, but so damned beautiful, all I wanted to do was kiss you madly and tell you how I felt, but that guilt was still there." 

She stopped to wipe her eyes and kiss me gently,

"Mom knew, or guessed, how I felt, she even sat me down once and tried to talk to me about it, and I didn't want to listen to what she had to say, but she told me anyway. She said that these things have a way of working themselves out, and that whatever happened, she'd never be the one to judge. That was the end of the conversation, but I guess what I'm trying to say is, I don't think mom would have been an enemy, you know what I mean?"

She smiled gently, a faraway expression on her face. 

"And now Sophie's dropped into the picture, and she's so much like mom, the way she thinks, the way she expresses herself, I really do feel like mom's come back. Now it feels like I'm getting a second chance to share with her what she wanted most of all; for me to be happy. Mom died knowing how unhappy I was, and she couldn't do anything about it, and I will carry that guilt around forever, that I wouldn't let her in far enough to try and help me, because I was still ashamed of how I felt about you.

She paused to knuckle her eyes, before continuing.

" All that time we spent at the house in Bar Harbor, before that night, all that crying I was doing, most of it was me crying over you as I convinced myself that I was never going to be what I wanted most of all; to be owned and wanted by you. I just wanted you to know all this Davey, I need you to know that you were always the only man I ever wanted, that it was you that healed that great big wound in my heart, and that I've been in love with you since I was five years old!"

Two tears escaped and ran down her cheeks, tears I gladly wiped away for her. Lori reached up and gently tapped the end of my chin.

"I was always yours, Darling Boy, but getting you to see that was the hardest thing I ever did in my life; stripping off and seducing you didn't come easy, but I guess I thought if I didn't do it while I had you to myself, eventually you'd leave and I'd be stuck in limbo forever, pining for you, and unable to want anyone else." 

She paused, another tear slowly running down her cheek.

"All those things we did, all the stuff I did with you, it was the first time for me; I only knew how to do what we did from watching porn films with my girlfriends. You were my first, Davey, I only ever wanted you, and there was no-one else I was ever going to be with, only you. 

I looked at her in consternation; I'd taken her virginity!! How could I have been so crass? I'd just assumed she was...experienced, that was the impression she gave me...

"Baby-girl, I'm sorry, I didn't know...!" I began, but she cut me off.

"You weren't supposed to know, baby, that was the whole point; that you'd think I was looking for fun only, and you'd have no guilt when you left me again, and hopefully I'd be pregnant. You weren't supposed to fall in love with me, I never seriously planned for that to happen, even though I'd been hoping for that very thing since I was thirteen years old!"

I was intrigued, in spite of myself.

"So that business with the no-underwear and stripping off in the sitting room, that was all an act?"

Lori smiled wistfully.

"I know I came on like some slutty adventuress, all that stuff about my adventures and not exactly being pure as the driven snow, I thought that was what you wanted, that you were a man of the world now, and you'd never be interested in a small-town corn-country girl, so I invented Lori the Slut, the worldly Tramp with a Mission, just for you, and you bought it, but I never thought you'd fall in love with me; I only wanted to seduce you, to have you just the once, so I could at least have your baby when you left me again. So now you know; falling into bed with you back in Maine wasn't some passing attraction, or just the need of the moment, it was all part of my cunning, Lex Luthor-like plot to get you in thrall to me forever, or at least long enough for me to catch your baby!"




In Love with Lori Ch. 05



I grinned at that, Lori grinning back at me through her tears, her glorious deep-blue eyes windows into her soul indeed, and all I saw in there was love for me, and the absolute truth as she opened her heart to me. I smiled again as I kissed her gently, pulling her closer to me to feel her wondrous body pressed tightly to mine.

"Lori, baby-girl, that first night we were together, that's when I finally knew I'd always loved you, too!" I said, kissing and nibbling her lips as I spoke. "You may have sprung a trap on me, but I walked into it eyes wide-open, and I was never so glad to be caught in my entire life! I'm glad you decided to share your life with me, because I couldn't have one without you; I love you, Loretta Cavenham Keene-Denham!"

Lori smiled happily, and snuggled down against me, her arm around my waist as she held herself against me, her breathing gradually slowing as she fell asleep again, a small smile on her lips. I was tired, but not sleepy, so, after a short internal debate, slid out of bed and padded down the corridor to the bathroom to have a shower, which, considering what we'd been doing, was probably a good idea! The hot water calmed and relaxed me, and once I was dried off properly, I set my alarm for 6:30pm and slid back into bed for a few hours of proper, restful sleep with the most beautiful girl in the world. 

Dinner was an enjoyable and relaxing time with my family, something I'd almost forgotten in all the loss and upheaval over the last few weeks. Lori had been hesitant about going out in public, in case someone tipped-off the tabloids where the "Unknown American Beauty!" was laying low, but Sybil put her mind at ease on that score.

"Darling, the people in this village have no wish to play host to the maggots from the media, they have quite enough of that over in Chipping Norton, where all those dreadful people congregate like some sort of cult, pricing the locals out of the area, building vulgar, 'Tudor-style' mansions with swimming pools, private cinema's, bowling alleys and helipads, and generally behaving as though having excessive, un-earned wealth is somehow a license to behave like pigs at a trough, so no-one here is going to let slip even a whisper to the press that the mystery American girl who floored that talentless little tick is anywhere in the vicinity, I can assure you!" 

Her breezy confidence buoyed Lori up, and dismissed any misgivings she may have had; also, Jimmy was going to be there, and Rosie had given him permission to get creative with anyone who tried to disturb our dinner...

Sybil was right; the locals studiously avoided giving Lori more than a passing glance and a nodded greeting, and while there was a certain amount of competition between the waiters to get to serve her, as she was looking outstandingly good in a slinky black minidress and teetering heels, there was none of that nonsense that had marred our last evening out in London. After dinner we adjourned for drinks to the pub across the street from the restaurant, a lovely old half-timbered building dating from the 1630's, where the locals were bewitched by Lori's accent and her appreciation of a good dirty joke.

Jimmy fell in with several old squaddies from the Royal marines, men who'd fought in Korea, Malaya, Suez, and Kenya, and spent most of the evening swapping soldier stories with the old war-horses of the village. By the time we left, we were locals, part of the village, although Lori was the subject of a certain amount of surreptitious ogling from some of the younger men of the village, something she took in her stride, and no-one overstepped any bounds, so we had a very pleasant and convivial evening. By the time we walked back to my aunt's house, I was definitely feeling the urge; Lori had been giving me secret little smiles and lingering looks all evening, and walking beside her in the late evening cool, our hips bumping as we walked, all I could smell was her, that lovely Christmassy scent that only I seemed to be able to smell, spicy and sweet, like nutmeg and mace, and candied fruit, with tones of spun sugar and vanilla, and it was driving me mad. Lori knew my moods, she could almost read my mind, and she knew I was building up to a major ravishment assault, her knowing grin doing nothing to damp me down. 

When we got back indoors, Lori and I declined the offer of a nightcap, pleading tiredness, Aunt Sybil not looking in the least bit convinced, and with Rosie winking at me behind her mother's back, it was all we could do to keep our faces straight as we said our goodnights and made our way to our room. As soon as I closed the door, Lori slid her arms around my neck and kissed me long, slow, and meaningfully, and if I wasn't at full-stretch before, I certainly was now.

"Darling Boy, your family are wonderful! Your aunt is just the loveliest lady alive, Rosie is a complete peach, and the boys are adorable, and they look just like you! I'm so glad I'm a Denham now!"

I was glad too, especially as my hands had somehow found themselves firmly parked on her beauteous backside, and it was no hardship at all from me to grab hold and pull her against my throbbing erection, nibbling on her neck and smooth throat as I did so. Lori in turn rubbed her mound firmly against me, obviously as ready for me as I was for her, and stepped away from me for a second to shrug out of her clinging dress and stand before me, smiling invitingly, dressed in just her heels and wispy panties, a tiny little lace confection expressly designed to be ripped-off, hopefully with my teeth...

As I drank her in all over again, she deftly unbuckled my belt and undid my trousers, allowing me to kick them of as she tugged my shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor, smiling as I hurriedly tugged off my shoes and socks, just my tented briefs remaining, all that stood between me and my deeply fuckable sister-wife. Lori moved back in for the kill, one arm around my neck as she kissed me like an amorous cyclone, sucking the breath and mental acuity out of me with one sandbag kiss, while the other hand dived inside the waistband of my briefs to squeeze my straining cock, sending and electric tingle up my front, down my back and across the floor. My own hands zeroed-in on their favourite target, her firm, globular, quivering arse, the globes of her cheeks feeling just right after an evening of aching to get my hands round them and my tongue up between them.

As I groped her bum, I edged her backwards, until we collapsed onto the bed, with me on top of her. Lori giggled as my stiff cock nudged her pussy, and then gasped as I deliberately rubbed against her again.

"Oh yes, Davey, more of the same, if you please!" she giggled, then moaned as I deliberately rubbed myself against her as hard as I could, scraping my cock across her panty-clad pussy.

"Now you've started something, you dirty, dirty boy, so you better finish it!" she giggled softly as she nibbled my ear. I was already contemplating an extended assault on all her juicy, wobbly bits, but Lori brought me up short.

"Not too much fun and games, stud, not tonight; you have to be out of here at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning and be back at the hospital all fresh, eager and raring to go, with your shiny morning face, not looking like you just dragged yourself out of the Whore-Pits of Babylon, so take it easy; I'll be here when you get back, and every evening, I promise!"

Having said her piece, she grabbed my piece, so I retaliated by slipping my fingers into the warm crease of her bum and tickling her cute little rosebud. Lori jumped as she tried not to shriek, which was my cue to yank her panties off and slide down the bed to munch a while on my favourite sweet treat, her delicious little pussy. Lori purred like a cat as I lapped at her smooth outer lips, jumping and twitching as I skimmed over her hooded clitoris, a small smile playing on her lips as she realised I'd be back there shortly, after I'd shoved my tongue in some intriguingly tasty places! 

As I kissed and gently lapped at her, I wallowed in her essence; that lovely, spicy, musky, gingerbread aroma that she has, that makes me think of Christmas, and holidays, and fruitcakes and spices; my girl really was the most delicious sweet-treat, and I could eat her for hours. Lori however, had other ideas. As I licked at her labia, she wriggled until her pussy was almost flat against my mouth, so of course, I bored-in, prising her labia apart to slip my tongue into her. As I did, I felt her labia swelling as she responded to what I was doing, her rich smell intensifying as her excitement rose, the richer scent of her driving me even deeper into her, one following the other. By now, Lori was mewing softly as she tried to push her clitoris near my insistent tongue, and I'd deliberately resisted doing just that to push her even higher; now she was where I wanted her to be.

Her thighs spread wider as I moved up, sliding my hands under her to cup and squeeze her fabulous bum cheeks, the muscles flexing as she slowly rubbed her pussy against my mouth, my tongue probing and licking her, with her eyes closed and her lower lip trembling as she hovered on the brink of orgasm. At last, I couldn't stand it any longer, and licked and sucked her hard little clitoris, rubbing the stiff little pearl with my tongue, wallowing in the flood of sweetly fragrant juices that poured fro her as I ate her pussy.

I went back to pushing my tongue into her, licking her inner lips, enjoying the taste of her, until, as I rubbed her clitoris with the pad of my thumb, I pushed my tongue deep into her tight little anus.

Lori screamed as she came, a flood of her juices pouring over my mouth and chin as she threshed under me, her anus twitching in concert with her convulsing pussy as her orgasm blazed and battered its way through her. I held her as she gradually came down from that place, nibbling her throat and neck as she murmured and twitched against me, kissing her soft lips, and lightly running my tongue around her aureolae to avoid scratching her sensitive nipples. Lori gradually began responding, her hands fluttering over my body, eventually rediscovering my throbbing cock.

"Oooh yes, I remember this!" she breathed, sliding her fisted hand up and down my shaft, setting the crown tingling with my sudden and urgent need to fuck her.

"Your turn, Davey!" she grinned, looking up at me as she slid her hands around my neck, her legs drifting open as I lowered myself onto my elbows. Lori reached down to find and aim me properly, rubbing the head slowly over her sopping wet pussy, the heat making me even more desperate to be inside her. At last she had me aimed where she wanted me, and I slowly slid myself into my darling wife, Lori gasping as I stretched her open once again.

We humped and hammered at each other for what seemed like hours; I was desperate to come, but also wanted this to last; I love making Love to her, I love the feel of her as she melts against me, I love the wet, slippery heat, I love the feel of her soft, supple skin as she thrusts and strains against me, and I loved the unhallowed thrill of fucking my sister after making her my wife!ldchard gave me a very old-fashi

As we hammered and pounded, Lori abruptly stopped, and just as suddenly pushed me away.

"No, Davey, no...wait...not like this...!"

I pulled back in surprise, then grinned as she draped her knees over my shoulders so she was bent nearly double, both her tight little holes clearly on display.

"Take your pick, baby; dealer's choice!" she grinned, her eyebrow raising as I pushed forward and pressed my cockhead against her tight little back door.

" I should have known!" she grinned, pulling her cheeks apart to stretch her hole open. I slipped into her pussy again, taking a couple of strokes to lubricate myself, then withdrew and pushed against her anal entrance.

I slid into her in one easy, slow guide, Lori gasping as she encouraged me.

"That's...that's it, baby, oooh yess, like that, like that...!" she muttered as I slid all the way into her depths. 

Once I was all the way in, I paused to let her get her breath. Once she signalled she was ready, I began that slow in and out she loved so much (and me, too!), pumping her arse full of my cock as we humped and hammered each other once again, this time fucking my sister/wife in such a depraved but immensely enjoyable way. Now that I knew her secret sexual history (that before I'd come home she'd never actually had one) I could reflect that on the fact that my own experience of anal sex, while limited to a few scattered occasions with fellow medical students and nurses who'd felt like taking a walk up the Hershey Highway with me, was actually far more extensive than hers; she'd led me to believe she'd seen and done everything, so I'd have no compunction about falling into bed with her; the reality was that everything she knew was what she'd seen on the screen, but I like to think I'd since provided her with an enhanced post-graduate experience of the act since then!

While a small part of my mind (a VERY small part; Lori usually managed to occupy all my available head-space) thought about what we were doing, the rest of me was enjoying with deep gusto what we were doing; the sight of my gorgeous sister, her glorious eyes shut tight and her lip caught between her teeth as she hunched her pelvis up to take me all the way in every time I plunged down into her, the feel of her tight anus clamped around my thrusting cock, the sight of her midnight hair spread across the pillows in a fragrant filigree of fine strands, her firm, protruding breasts and straining nipples, all combined into one immensely horny whole, and it was only by sheer willpower that I didn't just empty myself into her and slump down like a dead man. 

To make it even better, rounding-off the sensory feast, as it were, her delightful, warm, spicy, sweet scent surrounded and covered me, telling me, as if I needed to be reminded, just who it was who was here with me, loving me so completely and so well.

Lori came first, a hissing groan escaping from her as her anus tightened in sympathy with her convulsing pussy, the sight, sound, and feel of my sister/wife, her anus gripping me so tightly as she orgasmed, all these sensations at once were too much for me, tipping me over the edge, and I came with something between a groan and a shout of delight as my spunk burst out of me, the rippling of her tight rectum milking me like a tightly squeezing fist, dragging the spunk out me in long, satisfying spurts to paint and drench her insides. The feel of me spraying her bowels with my sperm set her off again, and once again orgasm gripped her in a wave of pleasure, making her grit her teeth as her body hummed and quivered with the sensations rocketing around inside her.

I finally emptied out, slumping down beside her and pulling her close with what was probably the last shreds of strength left in my body. As I kissed her, her eyes were already closing in satisfied sleep, and I pulled the covers up over us, clamped my hands firmly around her lovely, pneumatic bum cheeks, and passed out, finally fucked to a standstill. 

Bright and early I was up and ready to venture back into the world of cardio-thoracic medicine; I let Lori sleep on, she looked so adorable asleep, if I'd disturbed her I'd have had to 'tranquilize' her all over again, and I just didn't have the strength! When I found my way back downstairs, there was Jimmy, also looking all bright and shiny, waiting to take me into London; I thought there was a mistake, I'd only needed a lift to the nearest train station, where I'd be able to hop a commuter train to Marylebone, but apparently, Lori had given him explicit instructions to take me to Saint Giles, and pick me up again in the evening.

So off we went. As I was getting chauffeured in style, rather than cattle-trucking with the rest of the morning-misery crew on a commuter train into London, we were well ahead of schedule, so we stopped at a greasy spoon and had an enormous full English breakfast, the kind of fry-up that would have infuriated Lori if she'd seen Jimmy and me shovelling it away, tucking into bacon, sausage, mushrooms, fried eggs and fried bread like it was going out of fashion, all swilled down with Greasy-Spoon tea, stewed until it was red and almost thick enough to stand a spoon upright in; it's a wonder Jimmy's skin and mine wasn't bright red from all that tannin by the time we'd finished!

When I arrived at the hospital, Jimmy grinningly insisted on doing the whole 'Bowing The young Master Out Of The Car', family-retainer thing, and I went along with it just to wind-up the Senior Surgical Registrar, who was standing open-mouthed in the car-park, watching as I swept out of a chauffeured limousine while Jimmy bowed and tugged his forelock, and stalked into the Surgical Assessment Unit with my nose in the air!

Jimmy was picking me up that evening, as instructed by his boss (Lori), but his day until then was going to be fully occupied, ferrying Lori and Rosie around from place to place to view the properties Richard's pet realtor had fallen over himself to arrange, once he'd twigged that Lori had a full shopping list and absolutely no upper limit when it came to her dream home.

I spent the day happily slipping back into the routine of rounds, surgical review boards, re-calendaring, and generally immersing myself once more in the role of junior surgeon on the cardio-thoracic surgical team. The hospital was able to re-schedule my preparations and pre-exam surgical practice for my registration to sit the Intercollegiate Membership examination for the Royal College of Surgeons, my final hurdle to qualifying, so my day was hectic, full, and fully involving. 

Lori's day had been just as full, as she was bursting to tell me when I finally stepped out of the car that evening. She'd toured around a large chunk of unspoilt, rural Oxfordshire, looking at and discarding one property after another, for a variety of reasons, but she'd kept a couple in reserve. She wasn't in a massive hurry, we had time, but she'd fallen in love with Oxfordshire, and had another list of appointments to view the following day.

She could see I was tired after a long day of getting back into the busy swing of a major London hospital, so that night, rather than leap frenziedly on me, she seduced me slowly and subtly. When we retired to bed, she walked around our room as she gradually disrobed, appealing flashes of her in varying stages of undress clicking through my mind, her voice low and sultry as she described the places she'd seen, all the while slowly, artfully, revealing more and more of her spectacular body, until I was quivering with a mixture of lust, desire, and juvenile horniness. When she sensed I was near explosion point, she climbed on the bed on all fours, her eyes fixed on mine, wearing only her tight little panties.

"Are you very tired, baby?" she cooed, her mouth saying one thing but her expression saying something else entirely, and, without waiting for an answer, she pulled the bedclothes down to reveal my truly stupefying erection, hardened to something like solid bone by her cock-teasing little pantomime.

"Oooh, is that for me?" she asked, wide-eyed, while she batted her sooty lashes at me in a display of innocence that was all the more electrifying because I knew what a dirty little bundle of horny fun my wife was. That and the way she leaned forward to slip her lips over the end of my straining cock and lick as she gave a gentle suck. As she did so, she looked up at me, again, all wide-eyed innocence, and gave me the dirtiest wink I'd ever seen in a wide experience of dirty winks from her to date!

My resistance (such as it was...) crumbled, and I pulled her to me, kissing her as I slipped my hands down her waist to hold and squeeze her marvellous bum, sliding them down the backs of her gossamer panties and pulling the cheeks apart so I could rub her little rosebud with a probing, questing finger.




In Love with Lori Ch. 05



Lori squealed into my mouth and lightly bit my bottom lip.

"Dirty boy!" she murmured, grinning like a cat as she scratched my scrotum gently. Our eyes met, mutual need immediately apparent, and she sat up, tugged her panties down and off, and turned around to straddle me as she dipped her head down to once more take me in her mouth. This of course brought her wonderfully scenic pussy, and equally succulent little pucker, into full view, the sight of both tight little havens of happiness stiffening my cock even further in her hot mouth. Even as I gazed in rapt wonder at my sister's succulent little treats, I could see her pussy lips darkening as they began to engorge, and the scent of her arousal began to waft over me, strong, sweet, spicy and delicious. 

Without further ado, I pulled her close enough to reach her sweetness with my tongue and lips, lapping her from clitoris to anus with my flattened tongue, and as I engaged her in "oral-genital congress", as my textbooks so quaintly put it, I rolled her off me and onto our sides, so we were now in a classic "69", my face buried between her thighs as she sucked my cock while massaging my balls.

We played like that for a while, whether hours or minutes I neither knew nor cared; all I was aware of was the pleasure from the heat and suction of her talented mouth, and the taste and wet succulence of juicy peach, the feel of her smooth, firm skin as I held her to me, and her delicious, alluring scent. I knew it was all pheromones, sex triggers flicking switches in my Limbic system, but I didn't care; all I knew was she was mine, and this was how I wanted her, and how she wanted me.

Eventually, after an orgasm or ten, Lori surfaced, looking alluring and ready for some proper all-in wrestling, giving me that look, the one that says "buckle-up, now it get's bumpy!" 

She crawled up beside me and planted her lips on mine, kissing me like a friendly tornado, that kiss sucking the wit and will-power out of me and setting me up for what she wanted to do next. As we kissed, she slid on top of me, slipping her thighs on either side of me as my hands curled around her delectable bum, instinctively pulling the two halves of that succulent peach apart, making her giggle and wriggle delightfully on top of me.

"Later, baby, right now, I want to do this...!"

With that, she slid herself onto my throbbing cock, her breath hissing as I stretched her open again. Lori leaned down to kiss me, her mane of hair falling over her shoulder and brushing my face and chest like a sweet-scented net. As she began to slowly, insistently gyrate on me, rubbing the head of my cock against her cervix, I reached up and once again held those magnificent, perfect breasts, lightly brushing her sensitive nipples and making her gasp and grin at me.

"Like that baby, yesss, like that, oooh yesss!" she murmured as I slowly pumped against her, fondling and squeezing her breasts as I did, lightly grazing the nipples and making her jump and catch her breath each time I did it.

I could see her neck and shoulders flushing pink in the glow from the lamp, her movements against me quickening as orgasm approached, her eyes closed and the pulse-beat fluttering in her throat all giveaways that she was nearly there.

As our movements together became more frenzied, with her grinding her pussy against me ever harder and faster, I slid my finger into her tight, puckered little anus and pumped in and out of her in time to my cock inside her, the dual sensations finally tipping her over the edge.

Lori screamed as her pussy convulsed around me, the sudden delicious constriction almost sending me into my own ecstatic explosion, but I held back, even if I had to grit my teeth and think of Joan Rivers in a tankini (an instant passion-killer if there ever was one...) to do it; I had a feeling she had something special in mind for me.

At last, my darling slumped down on me, her heart thudding and her pussy rhythmically clenching and releasing me as she came down and slowly came back to reality. As always, it was a joy to hold her close to me, to feel her soft lips in the hollow of my neck, to run my hands over her smooth, satiny skin and feel the life and vitality sparkling in every square inch of her, and to surround myself and bask in her lovely warm, sweet, spicy aroma.

Once she got her breath back, and her heart-rate back down to something approaching normal, she raised her head to kiss me lightly and nip at my bottom lip.

"How about you Davey, how about a little something, just for you...?" she smiled, a knowing look in her eyes, and nipped my lip again.

"Just like mom, baby!" she whispered, sitting up and shaking out her hair, the sight of her raking her hair while she shook it out, and all the interesting ripples and jiggles that accompanied the act rearing my cock up even stiffer than it had been, if that were possible.

I knew what she wanted to do, (and so did I, oh yes!) and when she pointed at her toiletries bag I passed it to her, from whence she took out a tube of KY Jelly.

"You know what to do, you dirty, butt-reaming little ass-rapist!" she grinned at me as she handed me the tube, then turned and presented her magnificent bum to me; I was half minded to forget the lube and just bite those inviting cheeks as much as I could, but instead I took a finger-full of the lubricant and rubbed it in and around my next hiding place, sliding first one then two finger into her tightest hole, opening and stretching her for what was coming next. Lori sighed and wriggled, her pink anus winking at me as she flexed her hole, tempting me with the delights of her arse.

"Get a move on, you butt-goblin, you've got an early start again tomorrow, and I haven't got all night; just fuck my ass, Davey, now!"

Never one to let a lady down, I reared up behind her, lightly rubbing her smooth, lubricated hole. Lori sighed and pulled a couple of pillows under her midriff and lay across them, presenting her uptilted rear to me in a very tempting manner.

"Now, Denham...!" she growled, so I leaned down and pushed my cock into her tight little pussy, Lori hissing as I filled her up again, pumping few times to lubricate myself nicely with her own tasty juices, then withdrew and placed the tip at the entrance to her tight little bum.

"Now or never, baby-girl, tell me now and we can do something else!" I teased, knowing she wanted this almost more than I did.

"Daviddd...!" she hissed warningly, and I grinned as I slowly but inexorably slid my rigid cock deep into her tight anus in one long smooth glide.

"Oh Jesus God, that's tight!" she gasped, "I was right, that fucking thing's getting bigger by the day! What the fuck are you feeding it?"

I had to grin as I began to slide back out again, Lori gasping and humping her bum up against me as I slowly withdrew, trying to keep me embedded in her tight, hot little bottom.

"All I feed him is blue-eyed Iowa brunettes, that's what he's partial to!" I whispered as I shoved my way back in again, Lori gasping and once more humping up against me, engulfing my cock with her tight bum hole as she slowly gyrated her hips, effectively stirring me around inside her, and grinning even as she gasped with every thrust from me.

"You are so full of shit, English-Boy!" she giggled, "I've said this before, and I'm saying it again now; you just like ramming that thing into my ass with no warning, you butt-raping little pervert! My daddy was right; I should have listened to him!"

I forbore to comment, as I was enjoying myself far too much; despite her protestations, the sinewy contractions and flexing of her anal tube was giving away her enjoyment of what we were doing here, and I was rapidly losing the power of speech as I concentrated on pumping my painfully erect cock in and out of her hot, velvety canal.

I slid my hands under her ribcage and cupped her magnificent tits, my palms lightly brushing her highly sensitive nipples, but it was enough to make her anus tighten as she bucked underneath me.

"Oh God, Davey, that felt so good, do it again!" she gasped, and so, as I slid my cock out of her arse and shoved it back in again, I flicked and lightly grazed her nipples, making her groan and shudder under me.

The end had to come soon; neither one of us could stand this level of stimulation for long. As I squeezed her lovely firm tits I felt that low-level tingling behind the base of my cock and in the pit of my stomach, and Lori convulsed as her orgasm swept through her, her anus clamping down tightly on me as her pussy shuddered in sympathy with her cervix as it beat against the thin walls separating it from where I was embedded. The pressure on my cock, like a hot velvet vice squeezing me along my whole length all at once, was enough to tip me over the edge, and I came like the night express, spunk blasting out of me in what felt like endless streams, spraying the insides of her anal tube and coating her bowels with my tribute.

The feel of me launching my spunk-assault on her innards set her off again, and Lori screamed my name as she came again, the rippling of her anal tube milking me of every last drop of my male essence. I rolled to one side, still embedded in her to the hilt, taking her with me, and held her close as she shuddered and twitched as aftershocks rippled and died away inside her, her heart thumping in concert with mine as we both slowly recovered from our lovemaking. I slowly shrank and slipped from her, and Lori rolled over to face me, her top lip sheened with sweat, and her sweet, spicy aroma surrounding me like a cloud. 

"Okay, baby, playtime over now!" she grinned, "You have to be up and away early tomorrow, Jimmy's taking you, so get some sleep in the car as well!"

I nuzzled her as she pulled the covers up over us, already nearly asleep, yawning hugely as she turned and spooned against me, her last comment already blurry with sleep but still sending me to sleep with a grin on my face.

"If you stop off along the way and have another huge fried breakfast, I swear to God I will deep-fry your dick and make you eat it with an onion mayo dip! If you're hungry, buy a salad. And that goes for Jimmy, too!"

*

And so that settled into our routine as we marked time waiting for Aunt Sophie and Uncle Richard. Lori spent day after day combing the Oxfordshire wilds for the perfect house, one that ticked all her boxes, while I worked my way back though the curriculum and surgical rota, doing my level best to catch-up and get my preparations in place for my final and most important qualifying examination, for membership of the Royal College of Surgeons. 

In the meantime, Lori had her list, and she was adamant about keeping to that list, too; if she was going to settle down and raise kids, she wanted the perfect house to do it in, and she wasn't prepared to compromise. Poor Jimmy found himself criss-crossing the county with Rosie, following up leads and hints that she and Lori had unearthed, splitting his time between ferrying around the Memsahib, and deliberately doing his "Old Family Retainer" act every time he took me to work or collected me in the evening; the senior registrars either grinned at his act, or fumed that a pipsqueak junior surgeon was being bowed in and out of a limousine like the young master returning to the plantation, envy mixing with class outrage. Jimmy knew exactly what he was doing, but he was more afraid of Lori than he was of me, and he had his orders; I tell you, that girl has a warped sense of humour sometimes...

At last, Lori found her house, and it was in the same village Sophie and Richard lived, of all places, Little Brooking; why was I not surprised...

The village was one of those chocolate-boxy sort of places, 16th century black and white half timbered houses with thatched roofs and picturesque shutters, village green with cute little pub, apple and pear orchards disappearing off into the distance, the whole place almost painfully twee and whimsical. Luckily, the place she plumped for was an old vicarage, dating from the latter part of the 18th century, brick-built, with a slate roof, but with beautiful golden Cotswold sandstone quoins; it satisfied all her basic requirements in that it was structurally sound, had recently been renovated and updated, but sympathetically, by someone with their eye out for a buyer just like her, large but not unmanageable gardens with a one-acre apple orchard and a herb garden, a vegetable patch, and a small duck pond. There was also an adjoining paddock where a pair of elderly donkeys lived in happy amity with a retired shire horse named Tiny, which was a misnomer if I ever heard one; he was bloody massive, the last time I'd seen something that big it had four flat feet and a trunk...

One of the conditions of sale was that the new owners had to take full ownership and responsibility for those three moth-eaten nags; Lori of course agreed to the asking price without a flicker of her eyelid, with the seller sighing as she realised she could have upped the price and Lori would have paid it anyway, again without a flicker; she knew the signs of true love when she saw them...

There was also a pair of cottages on the property, built by the original owner of the vicarage as additional family accommodation. The present owner had renovated them when the main house was done, and was currently using them as summer rentals, but Lori had her own plans for them.

The sale was laughably easy; with no other buyers bidding for the property, and the owner moving abroad, all we had to wait for was the Land Registry Title-search and various other legal niceties, but with Lori's deep pockets and apparently inexhaustible cash reserves, our solicitor fell over himself to push things along; as it was a cash sale, there was no mortgage to arrange, no bank fees, bridging-loans, or deposits to secure, so it only took a matter of weeks, rather than the several months these kinds of things could take, and suddenly, we owned our dream house (or at least Lori's, and it had better be mine...) 

In the midst of all this, Sophie and Richard finally came home. Lori had been ticking off the calendar, counting-down the days, until suddenly, the day dawned. She was a bag of nerves, alternately pacing and muttering and trembling and crying; the tension wasn't good for her, and definitely not for the baby, and so, to try and relax her, I suggested we take a leisurely drive to Heathrow Airport and collect my aunt and uncle. Lori jumped at it, insisting we leave now, now, now!

So we did, even though we were several hours too early; Lori wanted to be there in case their flight was early (fat chance) and there was no-one there to meet them...

Lori fidgeted the entire way there, the look on Jimmy's face saying it all; he'd suggested we stop and have lunch, as there were several hours before their flight was due in, and Lori nearly bit his head off, so, being a good soldier who knew when to fight and when to back-off, he shut his mouth, exchanged glances with me that spoke volumes, and set to the task of ferrying us to Heathrow Terminal 3. Rosie had gone over to their house, to open it up and air it a little, even though the housekeeping service was supposed to have been doing just that, and to wait there for her favourite aunt and uncle.

Once at the airport, Lori was free to let her need to fret have full reign, and so Jimmy made himself scarce while I hugged and held my baby close as she alternated between crying and trembling; none of this was good for her, or the baby, but she seemed to have a deep-seated need to do it, so I held her while she got all her nerves and jitters out of the way. At last, I heard their flight arrival announced, and so did Lori, because suddenly her jitters stepped-up another notch, and I found myself wishing they'd just get here, before Lori actually imploded; right now she was trembling so fast she was just a Lori-shaped blur, people were beginning to stare, possibly wondering if she was some sort of avant-garde street theatre...

Just when it seemed she was ready to implode for real, out they came. All I heard was a low growling sound, and suddenly Lori and Sophie were in each other's arms, both of them in floods of tears, and hugging so tight you couldn't have got the thinnest sheet of paper between them. All I could hear was a sort of high-speed gabbling from the two of them, Richard sharing a bemused look with me as Lori and my aunt continued their reunion at some higher level of communication, something involving incoherent squeaking. 

"Hello David, it's good to see you again, young feller!" he grinned, momentarily sidetracked as Lori grabbed him with her free hand and hugged him in a neck-breaker, pleasure and embarrassment warring for a second on his genial features. He gently disengaged himself and shook hands warmly with me.

"It's good to be home at last, David, I think I'm going to enjoy having a rose garden I won't have to leave when I get posted again! Also, your aunt and your dear girl, at last they've got each other back; you've absolutely no idea what it's been like these last few weeks, David, no idea at all! You aunt has been like a bear with a sore head ever since she came back from Bar Harbor, I didn't dare stick my head in a room in case she bit it off! At last she has her precious "daughter" back, so now I can relax instead of creeping around like a criminal!" 

Sophie and Lori finally managed to descend back to earth, Sophie hugging me warmly and kissing my cheek in a motherly sort of way, while Lori hugged Richard properly, her face buried in his shoulder while she cried softly, Richard patting her back gently as he whispered to her. I got a little teary myself as I realised just how deeply my girl had imprinted on these two fine people. In her mind and heart they'd become her parents, and her love for them was plain to see, and having them back was probably the best thing she could possibly want right now.

Jimmy appeared and loaded their luggage onto pair of trolleys, and he pushed one while I pushed the other down to the car park. Sophie raised an eyebrow at the limousine, but said nothing while we loaded the luggage, saving it for when we were on the road. Once we were underway, Jimmy rolled up the privacy screen, sensing that there was family-stuff coming, and he didn't need to hear it. Once the screen was up, Sophie raised that eyebrow again.

"A chauffeur, David? Really? I thought you were above such things!"

Lori glanced up from where she was, huddled between Richard and Sophie, with Sophie's arm wrapped possessively around her.

"It's not like that, mo...Aunt Sophie, we had a little trouble in London, and Jimmy took care of it, so David gave him a job looking after me when he's not around, and the car came with him. He's a lovely man, and Rosie's completely smitten with him!"

Sophie caught the change as Lori so very nearly called her "mom", her eyes shining again as she looked fondly down at her.

"All right, darling girl, I know I'm probably going to regret this, but what happened that you should need a bodyguard?"

Lori told her the story about that idiot in the restaurant, and the fracas outside, and how he'd been a minor TV celebrity, which hadn't stopped Jimmy from shredding him with a well-aimed head-butt and a kick in the plums that still made mine twinge whenever I thought about it. Of course, the resultant press furore had forced us to do a runner toute-suite and hole up a long way from civilisation, in Denham Hall. Sophie grimaced at that, her look disapproving.

"You took this poor girl, in her condition, to that dreadful place? David, only jet lag and good manners prevents me from giving you such a slap right now! The very idea!"

Richard was grinning at me behind his hand, and I had to look away to bite down my own grin as Lori winked at me, stuck out her tongue, and snuggled even closer to her protector. I could see a long and deep involvement with my aunt and uncle looming, and something told me I'd better start learning about roses, it looked like Richard and I were going to be spending a lot of time in each other's company!




In Love with Lori Ch. 05



Sophie leaned across and pressed the privacy button, and waited until the screen lowered before speaking to Jimmy.

"Young man, I understand I have you to thank for rescuing this lovely girl from some TV vermin. Loretta tells me you work for her, and that you're doing a good job, and also that you seem to be forming an attachment with my niece, Rosamund. I hope you're a serious-minded young man?"

Jimmy gulped and nodded; Sophie was a formidable lady, and I was quite tickled at the sight of a man who'd charged sniper nests in Iraq and infiltrated gun emplacements in Sarajevo actually sweating at her slightly raised eyebrow. Richard eventually took pity on him.

"What my wife is trying to say, in her own inimitable way, is that Rosie is one of her favourites, and she's curious to know what your intentions are. Speak up, young feller, it's all family here!"

Jimmy looked sideways at me, straightened-up at my wink, but kept his eyes firmly on the road ahead as he drove.

"Rosie...Rosamund and me, we have an, an understanding. I respect her, and would like to take things further, when she's ready, and I'm able to support a wife and ...and family. I fully intend to one day ask her to be my wife, when the time is right!"

He flicked a glance at the rear-view mirror, to see Sophie smiling slightly.

"Good answer, a very good answer, you may be just what she needs! I think under the circumstances we can dispense with the formalities; Rosamund calls my husband and I Uncle Richard and Aunt Sophie, if you are to join this family, I would expect you to do the same!"

Now Jimmy looked alarmed.

"Yes of course, Mrs...I mean Aunt...I mean...!" he stuttered, completely unnerved by Sophie, who looked across at me and grinned, suddenly looking more like Lori than ever.

I reached over and patted his shoulder.

"Relax Jimmy, you passed! Aunt Sybil likes you, Aunt Sophie likes you, I doubt you care what Maude or Bella think of you, and best of all, Rosie likes you, you're in!"

Jimmy didn't say another word all the way back, but he looked a lot less terrified under the sheen of perspiration on his face. When we arrived at the house, Richard, and Hugo were waiting at the gate to greet their parents, both of them with their arms around a smiling Rosie. Once the kisses and hugs had been exchanged, Sophie took Lori and Rosie by the arm and piloted them into the house, while Jimmy, the boys, and I unloaded the luggage and trundled it into the house.

Sophie and the girls were closeted in the drawing room, so Richard, Hugo, and I sat and had a cold beer, while Jimmy had a coke as he was driving. We chatted about my work at St. Giles, the boys discussed the progress of their plan to hook themselves "an American stunner, just like yours, Davey!", and ribbed Jimmy about his romance with Rosie, roaring with laughter at his discomfort when Sophie had turned her blowtorch on him in the car.

"I tried to warn you, really!" grinned Hugo, "Of course, it's your turn next, Davey; right now they're in there plotting and planning, sealing your fate, blocking all exits, and setting dozens of little ankle-traps for the unwary; you had your chance, Davey, now she's got hold of both of you, the moment of doom approacheth!"

"Stop frightening the boy!" grinned Uncle Richard from the doorway, changed out of his travelling clothes and looking less like a senior diplomat and more like a dad. He poured himself a scotch, and came and sat with us, looking intently at me.

"David, the boys are only joking, but there's an element of truth here; your aunt is meticulous, detail-oriented, and really quite forceful!" he grinned at his understatement, as did I, once again marvelling at how much like my Grandfather he looked, and how much he reminded me of my father, what I remembered of him, anyway. He held his scotch up to the light for a moment, then took a sip as he collected his thoughts.

"You told me once how busy you were going to be getting back into training at your hospital, but woe betide you if your schedule interferes with Sophie's arrangements! She won't say anything, but Sophie can do more damage with a carefully aimed eyebrow than most people can do with a wild left-hook! Make sure you leave enough flexibility in your schedule to accommodate hers. She and Lori are very close now, as close as mother and daughter, so if you do anything that she perceives as a slight to that lovely girl, you'll have her on you like an avenging angel, be warned!"

At that point, the door opened and the ladies came in from their plotting session in the Drawing Room, Lori looking radiant, Rosie smiling widely, and Sophie looking very pleased with herself.

As we all stood, waiting for the ladies to be seated, Rosie slipped up to Jimmy's side and whispered something to him. He looked startled, but took her hand and allowed her to lead him outside. I grinned at the little by-play, and at Sophie and Lori's smug looks.

"Mother, what have you done?" grinned Hugo, while Richard leaned back and saluted her with his beer.

"Mother, you've got that "look" again, the one you get when you set me up with some friend's daughter, what have you done now?"

Sophie looked positively angelic.

"I? Nothing, nothing at all, just mentioned to Rosie what she needs to tell that young man of hers, and before you start accusing me of meddling, she was already going to do it, so unruffle yourselves! Now, I have important things to arrange, so make yourselves useful, or make yourselves scarce!"

Richard and Hugo tipped back their beers, as did I, and I made to follow them into the garden, to be stopped by my aunt.

"Not you, young man, this is your wedding too, so pay attention!"

Uncle Richard grinned at me behind her back, tipped his scotch in salute at me, and slipped out into the garden after the boys. Sophie took my arm, and slipped her arm through Lori's, and the three of us stepped into the garden through the French double-doors.

Sophie looked around appreciatively at the garden.

"I did so love coming back here whenever we could, I always loved this garden, it will be nice to live here permanently; England in the summer, what a heavenly thought!"

I grinned as she strolled arm in arm with us along the patio, watching Uncle Richard and his sons examine the state of the rosebushes. Sophie stopped in front of a bower, smiling at her memories.

"I used to sit over there with your Great-Aunt Louisa, Richard's dear mother, and we'd talk about the family, about David, your father. This is where Louisa told me about her brother and her, about her own beloved David, your grandfather, about your uncle Richard, and poor Hugo, about how devastated she was when he died so tragically young, just a young boy. Her husband drank himself to death with the money your grandfather gave him to marry Louisa and save her from scandal, but that man, he was rotten to the core; he never let poor Louisa forget he wasn't Richard's father, that he was well aware who Richard's real father was, he made her life a misery, always blackmailing her to keep her secret."

She stopped to dab at her eyes, Lori following her. 

"Your grandfather paid up without a murmur, of course, he loved his sister far too much to let her secret become known. At least you two managed to do what Louisa and her brother could never have done, David, so be grateful for each other, children, you'll never know how bad it could have been!" 

Sophie dabbed at her eyes again, then pecked me on the cheek.

"I so envy you, both of you! You're starting out all new and fresh and young, the world really is at your feet, just make sure you enjoy it! You're lucky to have a girl like Loretta, dear, someone who adores you as much as she does, and you Loretta, I've seen how David can't take his eyes off you, you did well to have someone as caring as him so smitten with you! Both of you, you're going to be just fine, I can see it now!"

She slid her fingertips along Lori's cheek, brushed an errant hair back and smiled happily at her.

"I was thinking the third week of September, in the chapel at Kings, where your father was married, David, and where I married your uncle Richard, too; it's sort of a family tradition now, what do you think, dear?"

Uncle Richard's warning was still echoing in my mind, so I agreed; I was already married to my darling sister, this wedding was for Lori to have her dream wedding in a flower-decked church, something she'd once confessed to me in an unguarded moment, and I would agree to anything for my beautiful sister-wife.

"Good, now that's settled, it's been a long flight, and your uncle and I are tired, so take this dear girl out somewhere and lavish attention on her, I think I need a long, hot soak, and a nice long sleep, so I'll see you tomorrow, children! Oh, and David, I'll be taking Loretta away from you for a few hours, we're going shopping, find something useful to do while we're gone, there's a dear!"

Sophie walked us to the gate, where Jimmy and Rosie were waiting for us, and once again pecked me on the cheek, hugged Lori, and waved us off as Jimmy pulled away for the drive back to Sybil's house. Once there, Rosie decided she needed to go shopping in Bicester, so Jimmy sat her in the back so she could arrive at the Designer Village in style, leaving us with an empty house, Sybil having gone to London to meet with her agent. So now we had a great big empty house all to ourselves, what to do, what to do...

Lori solved that by moulding herself against me and running her fingers over my rapidly expanding cock.

"What shall we do, Davey, there's just you and me here in this big ole house, however shall we pass the time?"

She looked at me so innocently, her eyes big and blue, and utterly guileless, but with a spark of true depravity burning way down deep inside; my girl had a plan, and it would almost certainly involve nakedness and much stickiness. Little David reared-up and filled her hand at the thought.

"That's what I like, a man who knows what he wants!" she grinned, nipping my chin as she squeezed me briefly, stiffening me even further, if that was possible, "Let's go, baby, I want to play doctors and trollops, and you do it so well!" 

With that, she led me into the house, my eyes once again drawn to the sweet curves and tight quiver of her spectacular arse in the form fitting sun-dress she'd chosen to wear. I checked for VPL, none was visible, good, it meant I got to eat without all that tedious business of tearing her panties off...

Lori caught the direction of my stare, grinned, and twitched her delectable bum-cheeks even more, causing many, many impure thoughts to zing through my brain and latch onto my cock; oh yes, when I got her naked, she'd find out what kind of games I wanted to play! As she led me through our bedroom door, I leaned back against the door and slid my arms around her waist, pulling her to me. Lori squealed as I slid my hands up to cup and squeeze her lovely firm lady-lumps, the nipples already hard and poking through the stretched-tight material of her sun dress. I dipped down and kissed her neck while I squeezed her breasts, rolling her taut nipples between my fingertips under the tight material, and Lori groaned, pushing her wonderful backside against my throbbing cock, capturing me in the cleft between her sculpted buttocks. Now it was my turn to groan as she slid her hand onto the back of my neck to support herself, and rose and fell on her toes, rubbing my engorged cock as it lay in the cleft of her spectacular arse.

As I leaned down to nibble and lick her perfect neck some more, Lori giggled and reached behind to squeeze my cock.

"We can stand here all day, or we can do...other stuff, baby, your choice!" she murmured, making it crystal clear just what kind of "other stuff" she'd rather be doing.

I took the hint, and reached for the zipper on her dress, sliding it down in one move and allowing her creamy, satin-smooth back to fall into my clutches. Lori giggled again as I kissed the back of her neck and slid my hands inside her dress to hold and squeeze her luscious breasts again, while her delicate, delicious scent surrounded me, making me hunger for her all over again.

"Help me get this thing off, Davey!" she grinned, so I pulled as she squirmed, her bum cheeks wobbling fetchingly as she shimmied the dress off, to stand completely naked before me. Every time I see my wife naked it's like a new experience for me; I never tire of seeing her clear, flawless skin, her rounded, spectacular, showpiece bum, those incredible protuberant 36C breasts with her fat, coral-pink nipples, now beginning to darken to a deeper rose, part of the changes to her body as her pregnancy progressed, and the secret place between her legs, the lips glistening with her honey and just begging for a lick. Lori put her hands behind her head and did a slow spin, grinning all the while to show she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

"Well, Davey, do you still like what you see?" she taunted me, her eyes dancing with mischief, knowing exactly what effect she was having on me. The sight of all that delicious female flesh as too much, and with an almost animal growl, I lunged for her bearing her backwards and onto the bed. I landed on top of her, being careful to take my weight on my forearms and knees, Lori giggling and shrieking as I licked, nibbled, tickled and lapped at her with my tongue. We played for a few minutes, enjoying the play before other needs intruded, and I found myself wondering all over again how I'd managed to trap such a delicious, divine, utterly beautiful young girl. As I took her all in, I slid down so I could lick and suck her deliciously stiff nipples, gently running the flat of my tongue over the sensitive little points of flesh. Lori's nipples were becoming very sensitive, so I left off before I actively made her too sore to continue, concentrating instead on kissing a line down her midriff, past and inside her ticklish little navel, until my tongue found the top of her slip.

Lori bucked and sighed as I slid my tongue-tip inside her slit, teasing the hood of her clitoris before poking my tongue into her opening, making her sigh and wriggle against me. I wriggled my tongue inside her, then slowly pulled it out and lapped at her slit, once again marvelling at her tangy sweetness, and her spicy, Christmas scent, full rich, aromatic and sweet, redolent of plum pudding and mulled, spiced wine, with a background scent altogether more human, primitive and alluring. Lori moved and murmured under me as I worked my way down, until my tongue-tip was probing at her tight little rectum, the sensation as I slowly pushed my way into her little knot almost overwhelmingly sexy; Suddenly I wanted to be shoving my distended cock in this particular hole, if I did it right, she'd beg me to bugger her, the way she liked it so much. 

Lori sighed happily again and lifted her hips to ease my access to her little rusty bullet hole, holding my head lightly and twining her fingers in my hair as I lapped and licked at her tight-spot, slowly pushing my tongue-tip further into her with every pass until I was in her as far as I could go, rimming her as deeply as she'd ever been rimmed before.

Lori began pulling my face closer into her, trying to get more of me inside her, so I obliged. Pulling my tongue back out of her, I once again fastened my lips on her clitoris, sucking the hard little nub and making her thresh around under me, as her juices poured out of her. I slid up over her, kissed her gently, lifting her legs so her lovely little rosebud was looking right at me, took my cock and pressed it against her. Lori took over, taking hold me and aiming properly, and then nodded, so I began to slide slowly but unstoppably into her tight arse.

Lori gasped and grinned up at me as I slid into her.

"You dirty, perverted little bum-fucker, that's all you ever want to do these days, I have other holes too, you know!"

I grinned back down at her, not at all put off my stride by her words, especially as I could see she didn't mean any of them. I stuck my tongue out at her, and leaned down to nip the end of her nose.

"Before you start going all "you are such a pervert" on me, Mrs. Loretta Keene-Denham, just remember one thing, you hot little fuck-muffin wife of mine; it was you who started all this; it was you who asked me to fuck you in your arse, you showed me how to do it properly, I discovered I liked it, so I am your creation, missus Frankenstein, and the price you pay for being such a cock-obsessed little smart-arse is you get to spend the rest of your life with my tongue, my fingers, or my fat-boy shoved up your Strada Chocolata, and if you don't like it, go complain to the universe, I'm sure it will listen to you and change things so you get your own way!"

Lori stuck her tongue out and grinned at me, that slow, unutterably dirty grin she gets when she's hatching something, or something mad, bad, and nasty but nice has occurred to her. She began humping back at me, digging in her heels and pushing back against me, taking me in even deeper, even as she began pulsing her rectum around me, the sensation not unlike fingers squeezing and rippling along the entire length of my cock. She began to hitch and gasp as I humped madly, ramming my cock into her as hard as I could while she met me thrust for thrust.

We couldn't keep this up for long, no humans could, and I came with a shout of release as I sprayed what felt like an endless amount of hot sperm deep into her bowels. Lori screamed as her own orgasm hit her, the rippling in her rectum now an unstoppable, rhythmic milking sensation, dragging my own orgasm out and chiming with her as I pumped stream after steam of my sperm into her.

We slumped down, completely wrung out, Lori holding me tightly as she trembled and shuddered against me with the aftershocks of her orgasm. My cock finally softened enough to slip from her, Lori murmuring and burrowing against me as her own orgasmic tremors and aftershock died away. After a while, I could feel her fingers on my chest as she tapped me, something she does when she's thinking about something.

"Do you mean what you said earlier, Doctor-Man? About the rest of my life, I mean?"

I grinned back, sure I knew where she was going with this, well, this time anyway.

"Every day, if you want, my darling baby-girl, as many times as I can, that I promise you, although, as you pointed out, you have other holes too; I fully intend to keep them all fully occupied too!"

Lori smirked.

"Done! I want that in our wedding vows, I want a promise of a daily good ole-fashioned Iowa back-country ass-fuck, so you better make it happen, or I'll make good on my promise to yank your leg off, whittle it into a cock and use it on myself if I have to!"

I raised an eyebrow at her.

"Darling baby, how the fuck am I going to make a promise like that in a church full of people? If I try that, I promise you, Sophie will have me finely minced and rendered down into compost for Richard's rosebushes! Try something else, anything but that!" 

She looked up at me with huge, sad, puppy-dog eyes, and a heartlessly quivering lip, before;

"I thought you loved me; if you did, you would!" came trotting out of her mouth. She did it; she actually played the guilt-card. I had to grin, especially as I could see just how insincere she was at that moment. I wasn't about to let this go without a fight; I mean...

"Alright, how about I solemnly swear, here and now, on that ring on your finger, to hump your rump every day, for the rest of our married life? Does that satisfy Madame?

Lori looked at me with the devil in her eyes and that irresistible smile on her perfect lips.

"Okay Davey, that will be enough for me; you've never broken a promise you swore on mummy-bum, so swear now!"




In Love with Lori Ch. 05



Grinning at the reminder of our childhood, I made the promise I knew I was compelled to keep.

"Darling Lori, I swear on mummy-bum I will always cram your crevice as and when you demand it, forever and ever, amen! Is that good enough, you tiresome trollop?"

Lori grinned at that, her eyes softening.

"Just as long as I'm always your trollop, darling boy!" she murmured.

"Always and forever, beautiful girl!" I promised, kissing her as she sleepily stretched and hugged me close.

"First ultrasound tomorrow, baby, I'm excited, will they be able to tell us if it's a boy or a girl?" she asked, her eye cocked hopefully at me.

"Not likely, baby-girl, not at only 14 weeks, but we will be able to see and hear the foetal heartbeat."

Lori smiled happily.

"I'm having your baby...!" she murmured, trailing off as she fell asleep. I watched her for a while, enthralled, as always, by her porcelain skin, her red lips, and her hair, black and shiny as a raven's wing. Charlie always told us with a perfectly straight face that Lori's hair came from his ancestor, a full-blooded Kiowa war-chief, something a small boy from England took in with wide-eyed acceptance; my little sister was a Red-Indian princess! When I got older, of course, I worked it out for myself; Charlie's family originally came from Savannah, Georgia; not too many Kiowa there, but still, when I looked at that mass of lustrous black hair, Charlie's yarns about Lori's ancestry were almost believable. Watching over her, drinking her in, congratulating myself on capturing a true Georgia peach, and feeling her warmth against me, I eventually fell asleep, and dreamed of mother and my father, posing for that painting in the study at Denham Hall.

The ultrasound scan at the hospital in Oxford was just as I expected; what I didn't plan on was the surge of emotion when I saw my baby's heart for the first time; just a tiny little dot thrilling away in the shadows on the screen, but suddenly there was my child, and with that came a surge of almost overwhelming protectiveness, parental instincts suddenly clicking into high gear. Lori listened to the high-speed chatter of the baby's heartbeat with tears on her cheeks, holding my hand so tight I thought she'd break my fingers. Now the reality of what we were, and what we were becoming drove home; we were going to be parents, and everything we did from now on had to be for the good of our child; it was a sobering, but welcome thought. It was one of those defining moments for me, the instant when we finally became true grown-up's.

The high lasted all the way back to Sybil's house, where suddenly our good spirits were dashed by the sight of Bella once more lurking, like a toad in a stone, probably come back to pile more venom on now that she'd had the opportunity to think of something choice to say. Lori looked at me and grinned, raring for the opportunity to deal with her this time, so what could I do? I gave her her head, of course...

"David Denham, I have a here a court order allowing me to take immediate vacant possession of Denham Hall and all its environs, I do hope we can make this transition amicably?" she leered unpleasantly, triumph written all over her face, making her look more than ever like a cat licking shit off a nettle.

"Let me see that, please!" asked Lori sweetly, and the old trout handed it over with much bad grace. Lori scanned through it with one raised eyebrow, then looked up and smiled brightly at her.

"Well, it certainly all seems to be in order," at which Bella tried to take it back, but Lori held it out of her reach. "Except for this one, small, teeny little clause here, where you've declared yourself to be the owner of record. Now, dear Aunt Bella, we all know that's just a teeny, tiny little fib, or perhaps I should say a great big fat juicy lie, as we happen to have a stack of deeds, endowments and charters four feet high showing that David is clearly the only legal owner of Denham Hall, so once again you've used a false instrument to gain a monetary advantage, that is the correct phrase isn't it, David darling?"

I grinned and nodded. 

"Absolutely correct, darling girl! Do go on!"

Lori smiled sweetly at her and pretended to look through the document again.

"Fraud is such a sly little crime, isn't it, Bella dear, especially when perpetrated by one's own family? Not that you are actually part of this family, of course, and I happen to know that dear David's trustee's are positively straining at the leash to have you tossed in the pokey after the last time you tried this; imagine how they'll rub their hands in glee when they get this, and they will, be assured of that!"

Lori stopped to let that sink in. 

"And by the way, Bella, and this should worry you, the magistrate who signed this is not going to look favourably on the nasty, lying, devious, greedy old woman who involved him in her scheme to defraud a family member out of their inheritance, and committed perjury by swearing under oath that she was making a true statement, knowing it was actually a lie."

Lori looked at her pityingly. 

"If you had just waited, David would have made provision for you; he's not like you, and he feels a strong sense of responsibility for his family, no matter how obnoxious they are, plus of course he loves Rosie dearly, and unfortunately, through no fault of her own, she is your granddaughter, so he would have done that for you for Rosie's sake. You should have waited, Bella, perhaps you might have been pleasantly surprised, but this, this made sure that nothing will be forthcoming. Way to shoot yourself in the foot, honey! Now, you're making no friends here, so why don't I keep this safe for my husband while you climb back on your broomstick and head West, I'm sure your flying monkeys must be missing you!"

Bella's face was a picture, but I'm not sure of what, as she drew herself up to her full height, spun on her heel, and stumped away. Sybil and Rosie came out then, and linked arms with Lori as they watched Bella disappear into the distance, where Maude's car once again waited for her.

My aunt nudged Lori and grinned at her.

"You know, dear, I still have my great-grandfather's old elephant gun, if you want, you could take a pot-shot, it has two barrels, if you miss her with one barrel you've still got the other one!"

*

Back inside the house, Lori had an announcement to make.

"Aunt Sybil, Davey and I think it's time we struck out on our own. The house in Little Brooking has been surveyed and there's no issues, so I want to start getting moved-in; the stuff from back home will go nicely in there; all my stuff, my mom & daddy's stuff is already in storage in Oxford, so I think it's time we stopped imposing on you and got our own house settled. Thank you so much for helping us settle down, and for making us feel so at-home with you, Aunt Sybil, but now I think it's time to be in our own home, instead of cluttering-up yours! I know you need your privacy as much as we do, and much as I've loved living here in the middle of Davey's family, I think it's time to go."

Aunt Sybil was smiling through all of this.

"I agree, dear; you two, and the one who's coming along, need your own home now, and even though I'll miss you, you're still only a short way away. It was lovely having you here, and it will be nice having family close by again, now that Richard and Sophie are back for good, so once again this part of the world will be a Denham enclave!"

Lori also had a surprise for Rosie.

"Rosie, I know how much you mean to Davey, and I know you and Jimmy are planning to get married one day, so Davey and I have a little gift for you; call it an early wedding present. The two cottages next to the house are of no use to us, we have all the space we'll ever need in the main house, and more, and I know you and Jimmy want a place of your own, so please accept Stone Cottage and Rose Cottage as a gift from Davey and me. With a little work, they can be turned into one larger house, whether you do that is up to you. We love you and Jimmy, and we want you both near us, so now you will be, in a home of your own, if you want it. And don't worry; when Adam has finished university, there will be something for him, too, a gift from Davey and me in memory of his Uncle Jerry."

Rosie was wide-eyed with astonishment, as was Jimmy, both of them speechless. Rosie got up and walked over to me, hugging me harder than Lori ever had.

"Thank you, Robin Hood!" she murmured. I hugged my favourite cousin and playmate just as enthusiastically; I may have been gone a long time, but most of my earliest memories revolved around Rosie and her parents, and she was the closest thing I'd ever had to a sister before Lori came along. I wanted her and Jimmy to be happy and secure, in their own home somewhere near, as I knew Lori needed her, and I knew for certain the baby would need his or her Aunt Rosie in days to come. Perhaps all that money in those trust funds could be of some use to the entire family, not just me, as my father had intended; times change, after all.

*****

Epilogue.

Lori and I were married formally in the chapel of Corpus Christie College, my father's old college at Cambridge University, two months after Sophie returned to England. As she'd promised, Aunt Sophie sat on the Bride's Side and wept almost theatrically, along with Aunt Sybil and Rosie, while Uncle Richard gave Lori away as though he was handing me the rarest of Stradivarius violins, his face beaming with paternal pride when he placed her hand in mine. Richard Junior and Hugo stood with me as my groomsmen, and one of my old school-friends, Jack Cameron, was my Best Man, while Jimmy acted as Usher. 

Our first child, a gorgeous, golden-haired little boy with Lori's arresting blue-violet eyes, was born 4 months later, almost to the day. It really looks to me like Lori's plan to catch a baby worked, in the best possible way; it got me the most beautiful girl in the world, and she gave me a beautiful son, who looks amazingly like me when I was that age; maybe that's a good sign.

Charlie is over a year old, now, and Lori is pregnant again, with a girl this time, and we live in our elderly, rambling dream house, complete with big, comforting fireplaces, warm chimney corners, reassuringly solid polished wood floors and an abundance of interesting little rooms to explore and get lost in, big friendly dogs, a duck pond and apple orchard, and a paddock with two mild-mannered little donkeys and a gentle giant called Tiny who occupies a large part of Lori's heart. 

Thankfully the house is not too far from the hospital in Oxford where I now work as junior Cardio-Thoracic Consultant Surgeon. Jimmy and Rosie and their baby live a minute away in their own sprawling, comfortable conversion of the two redundant cottages on the piece of land we bought; my favourite cousin and her husband, and the cutest little girl in the world, secure in their own home, and close-by when we need them. They're my family, too, after all, and I feel better for having them near; Jimmy even added "Denham" to his name so little Gemma would always carry the family name, along with his own, a compliment to Lori and me that won't be forgotten.

We live a simple life, my salary is more than enough for our needs, and I have all I could ever want right there when I get home from work. I have no intention of missing out on a second of my children's lives, so work takes a back seat to Lori and our boy, plus the daughter to-be, little Sophie when she finally gets here.

Uncle Richard is de-facto head of the family and arbiter of all disputes, not that there are any; he and Aunt Sophie live not far from us, and Charlie thinks they're his grand-parents; he calls them "Gampa" and "Nana"; they both dote on Lori, and she feels like she has parents again; she even calls Sophie 'Mom', and Richard is 'Papa'. Charlie is really their property, I only get to see him fleetingly on weekends, as he seems to spend most weekends either sleeping at his grand-parents' house, or perched on Sophie's hip as she carts him around, apparently afraid to let him out of her sight for even a second. 

If we have a fight, which is very rare, I must admit, Lori goes to see Richard and weeps on his shoulder, and before I know it, I'm having a father/son chat with him while Lori stands to one side smirking, but I have to be honest, he is scrupulously fair in his dealings with us, refusing to take sides and encouraging us instead to kiss and make up, something I find extremely easy to do! It's immensely comforting to have family of their calibre to fall back on when we need it. Sophie is still the most formidable lady I've ever met, I'm just constantly grateful she's on our side, because I really can't contemplate the sheer awfulness of having her as an adversary!

Lori and Sophie have a business together, organising weddings and country-house events, and they've browbeaten, terrorized, cajoled, and emotionally blackmailed poor Jimmy into working with them, or for them, I'm not sure which; I do know that Sophie scares him pale; this from a man who once strangled a Rottweiler attack dog in Sarajevo with one hand, while simultaneously shooting the shit out of the sniper-nest it was guarding with a Glock and a single clip of ammo in the other hand. 

They pay him well, though, and so they should, considering the hoops they make that poor man jump through! At least he has Rosie and the baby to make up for being continuously terrorized by Aunt Sophie, and of course the fact Sophie absolutely dotes on baby Gemma and Rosie goes a long way toward keeping him sweet, plus he also adores Lori, and would walk through fire for her; Richard was right; Ladies Who Organise are the best sort to have around.

Jimmy also runs a very successful holiday cottage business, having renovated all the cottages on the Denham Hall grounds, although he stays scrupulously far away from the hall itself; memories of what we saw there ensure he gives the place a wide berth.

My cousins Hugo and Richard are both godfathers to Charlie; he's the apple of their eye, they even installed super hi-tech child-seats in their Aston-Martin's so they can take him joy-riding, which gave Lori some serious concerns, but a stern word from Aunt Sophie seems to have curbed their urge to see how thrilled they can make him! Both of them have already staked claims on Sophie, when she eventually chooses to make her grand entrance, so our children will be growing up surrounded by family who dote on them and adore Lori. 

All that money in those trust funds is staying there -- perhaps one day Charlie and Sophie and any other brothers and sisters, or other family will need it; I don't, I'm perfectly content to live here, like this, with my family around me; if Charlie taught me anything growing-up, it was that hard work and the fruits of your own labour are the best reward of all; I didn't earn that money, it was set aside to ease my life, but my life is perfect just the way it is, so maybe the kids will think of something worthwhile to do with it when they grow up. 

Lori and I have agreed on one thing though; they're not finding out about it until they're legally adults; Lori doesn't want them growing up as trust-fund brats, so they'll have to have a plan for their lives before they get anything from those funds. That's that pragmatic mid-Western work-ethic showing through, something Charlie and mother would have been proud of. 

Denham Hall is still in a state of near collapse; Lori's concerned that the family stuff in there will get damaged or lost, and is having the place stripped and everything put in storage; it's taking time, though, because there's such a lot of stuff in that huge, sprawling gothic madhouse, and nobody will work there after dark, I wonder why...? 

I never wanted that scary place, and the thought of living there after what happened still fills me with an overwhelming urge to be somewhere else entirely. We offered the paintings to the National Portrait Gallery, but they took one look at my villainous ancestors, shuddered, and politely declined. 

We loaned the cars to the National Motor Museum, except for my great-grandfather's Bentley; we gave that to Uncle Richard, as it's his grandfather's car, and as he is the oldest son of my grandfather, it felt right that he should have it; I think father would have liked that it went to his brother and boyhood best friend. 

My father's and Charlie's motorcycles stayed with us, though; there are some things I will never let go of.

Maybe the kids will do something about that ugly place in the fullness of time; I won't. English Heritage and The National Trust have both hinted that, as the place has no architectural, historic or aesthetic significance, public funds really wouldn't stretch to shoring up that hideous relic, and as the number of potential buyers could be counted on the fingers of one foot, they'd look the other way if we 'accidently' demolished that hideous eyesore, hmmm...

In the meantime, neither Lori or I have any urge to build another monument to bad taste like that place; our ego's will never be that bloated, and with Lori's good, straight-shooting Iowa morality and common-sense to guide them, I don't think our kids will either.

Richard and Hugo did attempt to cook up a "Business Trip" to Des Moines, and they asked Lori for the numbers of some of her friends; at first she was outraged; she wasn't pimping-out her school friends for those two, family or not; Richard and Hugo were silently awestruck as Mount Lori erupted, but after she'd calmed down, they apologised and asked her properly to introduce them to some nice girls of her acquaintance, as they wanted to meet real girls, with real values, just like her, etc, etc. I learned a lesson that day in the fine and delicate art of buttering-up from two masters of the art, remind me to shake their hands, once they wash all the soft soap off...

As it happens, some of Lori's friends from Des Moines were invited to the wedding, and Richard and Hugo's jaws hit the floor with a clang when they saw two of those girls in particular. They may not have looked like Lori, but they came from the same kind of background, they had the same accent, attitudes and outlook as my Lori, and my two playboy cousins fell like a piano down a mountainside.

Aunt Sophie is of course busily gleefully planning the weddings. Good old Richard and Hugo; at last, two pairs of green eyes tempted them head-first into the noose their mother's been dangling in front of them for years, but you know what? I don't think they care...

My life with Lori is loving and rewarding, and we have immense fun as a family, so perhaps keeping it in the family really was my best move, ever!