2 comments/ 85850 views/ 8 favorites The Brat's New Roller Skates By: David Phillips Rebecca Molson was the only daughter to Edwin and Olivia Molson. They owned the Molson Mercantile on Main St. in their small Kansas town. Mommy and Daddy gave her everything she wanted, and nothing she didn't, like discipline. Rebecca was spoiled rotten, and her tantrums were known throughout the town, as well as her shrill, whining voice. But the people of this village were kindly enough toward Becky, her selfish shenanigans eliciting a pang of pity rather than anger. Also, they didn't want to be on the bad side of the Molsons, as it could get very expensive to go shopping at the only general store in town. So, most people just smiled and let her have her way, and tried to stay out of it the next time. Becky was "helping" her daddy stock the candy shelves, while her mother was out of town visiting relatives. For every five items she put on the shelf, one went in her pocket, soon making her navy blue sailor suit bulge in the front. Her father was far too busy taking inventory to notice, and it was doubtful he would care if he did. She was daddy's little girl and she could do no wrong. Becky was eighteen, with fair complexion and quite petite. Her honey blond curls were tied into bouncy ringlets above her ears with baby blue ribbon. She was wearing her mother's makeup, because she wasn't allowed to when her mother was home. She had found the perfect red lipstick at the bottom of a drawer, some blue eye shadow, and some blush. Luckily, she knew what she was doing, because she looked just like a little woman now. Except for that silly navy-blue sailor suit. "Punkin', I've got something for you," her father called from behind her. Becky quickly stuffed more candy in her pocket, then went to investigate. "Jeepers, new roller-skates!" She jumped up and down and hugged her father, never thanking him. As she put them on, he told her, "You can go outside and give them a try, but make sure you're back for dinner, 'kay sugar'." "Yes daddy, goodbye," she said as she skated out the door. Becky had skates before, but these were new and it was sometimes hard to maneuver. "Move It, Get Out Of The Way, and Watch Were You Are Going," rolled out of her mouth as loud as the rolling of her metal skates down the long wooden sidewalk, past the library. She saw her "friend", Emily White reading a book inside. Becky smirked to herself, and made a slow, wide turn back and clumped in noisily. Emily was reading Treasure Island, and was fantasizing about being Long John Silver's cabin boy. She had imagined herself dressing up like a boy, and getting the job. On the first night out to sea, she showed him her true identity. He was just about to show her another use for his wooden leg when Emily heard metal rolling nearer, then a loud SLAP on the wooden table in front of her. She knew who it was, and tried to keep reading. "Hi, Emily," Becky mugged. "You're always readin', why don't you come out to play?" Her snotty whine could be heard on the other side of the hushed library. Emily calmly put down her book and exhaled deeply. Then with quiet reserve raised her head up with the best smile she could come up with under extreme pressure. "Hello Becky," she tried to look relaxed as their eyes met, and almost laughed at the spot on the tip of her nose, an angry red zit. "I'm studying for a test." Emily tried to sound excited. Almost not hearing her, Becky interrupted, "Whatchya doin' this summer?" If she had been chewing gum, she would have popped it. She was that annoying. "I'm going to my Aunt and Uncle's farm in the country. I'm studying so I won't be bored there. I'm taking a test there with me." This time she sounded sincere. "Fine! I have plenty of other friends!" Both knew instantly this was not true. Becky treated most girls, or anybody else for that matter, as more of a rival than a friend. "Oooh, I hate you Emily White!" She gritted her teeth angrily and skated loudly out of the quiet library. "I'm sorry I won't be here to play with you!" Emily called out after her, grinning with relief. As Becky rolled away, she saw someone else to annoy. A huge older black man was stacking crates in the dead end alley behind the store. She skated clumsily towards him and hit a rock. Becky careened out of control and headed toward the loading dock, just feet from him. When she hit the railing, her head was forced between two bars with a ringing, SCHWING! Because her slightly overlarge ears forbade any backward movement, she tried to push harder by putting her feet against the dock. Her head slipped down as her legs went too far to be able to back up. Now she was really stuck. "Hey, you! Come here and help me." Miles tried his hardest not to hear her. He didn't believe in demons usually, but Becky Molson did tend get underneath one's skin with a pitchfork. "I said help me," she sounded annoyed. "Oh hello, Miss Becky. It sure is a pleasure to see you this fine afternoon." Miles always tried to be polite around white people. They sent him to WWI. Hell, they did it once, they're bound to do it again soon, he confided to himself. But the war taught him a great many things. One of them was patience. Miles went over to see what he could do. He went behind her to consider the possibilities. Damn, now that's an ass. Becky's white frilled panties hugged tightly to the plumpest, tightest ass he'd ever seen. The war also taught him to love an fine ass, that was for sure. Miles noticed the stolen candy in her pockets, but ruled out blackmail for what he was thinking about doing, because he would need her full cooperation not a begrudging one. He shook his head sadly as he dismissed the fleeting opportunity. Within a moment of his decision, a large moving van blocked the alley. Miles heard the driver tell someone he was going to lunch, and would be back in an hour. Suddenly, Miles remembered that Mr. Molson would be too busy with inventory to come back here, for a while at least, not till checking out. Plans were a hatchin'. He walked around to her face, with a mischievous grin, and squatted down in front of her. "Miss Becky, I'm afraid the only way out of this, is with a lot of grease. A special kind of grease I don't quite have, yet." He knew it was a bullshit line, but he also knew she was quite gullible. "Maybe if you help me get my grease, we could get you out of this fence right quick." He gave it a pull. "What do I have to do?" She sounded like she was bending down to say that. All Miles wanted to do was help this girl, and himself, and she lowered herself to receive his help? With the a grit of a trench man, he swallowed his backhand. She deserved to be taught a good lesson in humility. He stood up. "Now Miss Becky, I do believe you owe me an apology, I'm trying to help you." He looked down at her, his zipper inches from her face. Becky looked up into Miles' kindly face. His arms hung quietly at his side as if he was waiting for something important. She might be spoiled, but she eventually understood. "I'm sorry...Miles, was it? Any help you could give me, would be greatly... appreciated." It sounded like she had never said those words before. "Thank you, Miss Becky. It would be a pleasure to help you. Now it might hurt a bit, but there's some serious magic that has to be done." He remembered the magician that came through town a week ago, everyone was still talking about him. "Magic?" Becky was so excited, her blond ringlets danced. "Ooh, can I be the magicians assistant? After he pulled a ring out of my ear, he let me be his assistant. Then later, he gave me a pearl necklace from his magic wand." She posed like the Queen herself. Is she really that gullible? He didn't believe the story he'd heard about Becky and the magician's magic "wand". They really need to start teaching sex in schools, he thought. No wonder I'm having an easy time of it. "Why Miss Becky, I'm sure you made a lovely assistant," he soothed. "What may I assist you with, sir?" She said in her best magician's assistant voice. He calmly, but quickly found a reasonable excuse as to why his cock was going to be in her ass. "Well alright Miss Becky, this might hurt a bit, but I've got a grease gun that needs primin'. With your assistance, we'll get it ready to deliver the grease." He almost laughed out loud at that one himself, "But if you try your hardest to forget the pain, you may like it." "Whatever, just hurry please." Becky was sounding annoyed again. Miles walked behind her to where his lunch was, and pulled out a tub of butter that was for his cornbread. He sat the tub of butter on her ass, and pulled down her panties. "What are you doing?" She sounded a little worried, but curious. Miles greased up a finger and pushed it into her tight pink asshole. "Just getting you ready for the gun, heh, heh." He unzipped his pants, and heaved out a true Alabama King Snake. Nearly a foot of solid black cock, stood out from two big, hairy balls. He pushed more of his finger in, then said, "Tell me how it feels, so I do it right, okay?" He knew what he was doing, but he thought it would make her feel more like a real assistant. "It feels good, what is it?" "My finger," he said. "Your finger? Eeww...can you put another one in?" She asked with a sigh. He gave her another finger as he dipped his other hand in the butter. Miles had been rock hard ever since he saw her perfect white butt, now he was coating it's flared hood with the grease. "Get ready girl, here comes the gun," he said as he took aim. He lunged forward until his fat head was well into her pucker. Becky shuddered violently. "Oh my goodness, that hurts...a little. Umm, it feels better, yeah. Ooh, it's feeling real good now." She leaned forward against the bars as his snake slithered into her hole. Miles never met a woman who didn't like anal sex once they tried it, if you could talk them into it, that is. His cannon was very steadily gaining ground into her tight, pink no-mans-land. He pulled out a little, then stuffed it in up to his nuts. "Oh sweet Jesus!" Becky blurted. "You ain't seen nothin' yet, sweet thing." Miles started working it in a little quicker, making sure she felt every inch. "Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah! Mmm...I like that a lot!" With her cries of affection for his cock, Miles started giving it to her good. Becky was still loving it. He remembered every sneer, and every time she got him in trouble for something she did. Faster and harder, he kept pumping his strong hips against her plump white ass. "Oh my god, what's happening? What's that wonderful feeling?! I'm flying, and...a little dizzy...aaahhhh!" Becky was experiencing her first orgasm with wide eyed, innocent wonder. "You're priming the pump right girl, good job!" Miles didn't want to cum in her, but he was fucking her so right, it was hard to stop. But eventually he pulled out before he went too far. Becky sagged against the bars with a happy whine. "Wow, that was fun," she sounded satisfied. Miles stepped up in front of her, stroking his gun. "Why do you have your telephone out?" She asked innocently. "My telephone?" Miles followed her eyes to his slick cock. "Who told you it was a telephone?" He asked. "Pastor White, he said I can talk to Jesus anytime I want to on his telephone." She sounded like someone who had indeed spoken to God. Pastor White! That old devil, he laughed to himself. "What do you talk about?" He hid his smile. "I ask him for the things I want." She said this as if she's gotten everything she ever asked for, which she did. "Does he reply?" "Pastor White says the answer is in the white, salty stuff that comes out." She nodded seriously. He would, that rascal. "What does Jesus tell you, Becky?" Miles stifled a snicker, he was gonna love this. "I'm not really sure, but I'm not hungry afterwards. Pastor says that's "the answer", that I'm not hungry afterwards. But I think he means it as a spiritual metaphor, or something," she titled her head vacantly. "You can talk to Jesus on my phone if you want, but he may not hear you." I sure will though, Miles laughed to himself. "The grease is stuck way down in these things," he patted his bloated, hairy balls, "and I need you to suck it out with all your might." "What's all over your gun, it's kinda yellow?" Becky asked with a gleam in her eyes, her ringlets dangled before her ears. "Why, that's butter Miss Becky." He said truthfully. "Ooh, I love butter! It's my favorite thing next to candy." She said with a sweet smile. "Then you'll love this. Are you ready?" Miles stepped closer and brought his throbbing monster closer to Becky's parted lips. "Yes." Becky was very ready as she opened her mouth to accept Miles' juicy cock. She took long slow licks over the head, like she was licking a lollipop. Pastor White probably encouraged her to do that, Miles thought. Then before he knew it, Becky was swallowing him whole, with a suction that he hasn't felt in years. Her lips moved down his cock like an inch worm. Spreading wide open, gaining ground, then closing to allow her throat to catch up. She curled her lips back and withdrew. "You've done this before, haven't you Becky?" He asked her with a slight shock. "Tons of times, Pastor says I'm the best telephone operator, I get through every time," she said with genuine pride. "I can still ask Jesus for things, right? It kinda helps me concentrate." "You can talk to him all you want girl, now open...ahh." He moaned as she tried to reach Jesus. Becky brought her delicate hands to the sides of Mile's long black cock. She stiffened her fingers until they touched at the fingertips, then continued her conversation. It looked like she was praying. I want...> This incredible mouth was taking him back. She sucks cock just like...Marie. He smiled when he remembered Marie. Miles Johnson had just turned eighteen, when his country sent him to the slaughterhouse of war torn Europe. But he was strong, brave, and very quick. He was the only black man to play for his High School football team. Their side had just gone over the top the day before, and he and his black regiment were part of the replacements. During the night he heard desperate moaning and pleading in the barren no- mans-land. He asked his Captain what it was. "That's our boys out their son, there's nothing we can do for them," he said with deep sadness. Before Miles knew what he was doing, he jumped up and started running, just missing machine gun fire. He ran several yards and found someone wounded in a fox hole that was dangerously close to filling up with water. It was raining and the ground was slick, but he picked up the soldier, and ran back stealthily. The man he saved was his Captain's younger brother. The next day Miles was given a weekend furlough. But it was just Sunday, and he still had to survive the week. He was starting to think he wouldn't get there, when most of his buddies from boot camp were killed by Thursday. Miles saw things that he wanted to forget. Decaying bodies lined the bottom of the trench like so much human carpet, and the stench of death filled his nose everyday. Friday evening arrived, thankfully, and he went to Paris in his dress uniform. Miles knew that weekend passes were few and far between, and it was incredible that he got one. He hoped that the love of a good woman could silence the bombs and the mind bending terror he had survived. But he would settle for a professional. As he prowled the lively city he saw a woman leaning against a lamp post. She was tall and shapely, and wore black high heels with worn fishnet stockings. A tight, black silk skirt and a very revealing, off-the-shoulder white blouse clung to her like a thousand men. Her cleavage was bared provocatively to the night. As Miles got closer, she bent her right knee up, and rested a very long heel on the lamp post. She was smoking a clove cigarette, sort of. It hung out of her cherry red mouth, glowing like a beacon from the drag of her tasty cigarette. She wore her dark brown hair bobbed, and tucked behind an ear. A black beret was lazily pulled down over one eye. Miles stood in front of the very gorgeous lady of the evening. Her big brown eyes wanted to do business of course, but they were kind. She wore heavy mascara over light blue eye shadow. Except for some rouge and a mole on her cheek, her face was pale from the night. "Allo?" She asked sweetly, as she exhaled her smoke through pursed lips. "Hi there miss, I was wonderin' if you might know were a fella could have a good time?" It sounded like this was his first time, it was. Miles was a bright young country boy, trying to become a man. "'Ow good a time?" Her English was broken by a heavy French accent. "The best kind, I hope." He took a step towards her. She looked deeply into his eyes and glanced at the nearby alley. "Five francs for a quic-kie, twen-ty for the entire evening." Her breath smelled sweetly of red wine and cloves. Hell, I got the whole evening. Where else I got to go, back? Not without losing my cherry good, Miles thought quickly. "The whole evening, maybe two." He sounded stronger already. She looked so easy to talk to. She also looked like a good listener. "Follow me, ami." She walked quickly across the quiet dimly lit side street as her heels clicked loudly on the worn cobble-stones. Miles noticed her bottom. Full and tight, it swayed from side to side as she walked. She turned slightly back to him, snapped her fingers, and waved for him to come. She took a drag of her smoke. Hypnotized, Miles followed her dancing bottom. It wiggled so much it looked like hell in a balloon. They entered the foyer of her small apartment building, and started creaking up time worn stairs. It was sort of smelly, and kinda dirty. It's good to be back, he thought with fleeting melancholy. Her derriere swivelled tightly, as she slowly walked up the stairs in front of him. He focused on the hem of her tight black dress, hoping to see something he'd never seen before. As the young woman reached the top, she quickly turned right and down the hallway to the end. Her doorway was clean, and almost pretty. She opened it quickly and went inside. It was sparsely furnished, but books lined the walls as well as paintings and photographs. There was a comfortable looking chair, a night stand with a candle in an over-waxed Chianti bottle, and a neatly made queen sized bed. She lit the candle, then removed her beret and turned towards him to take his coat and hat. Miles closed the door quietly. When he turned towards her a moment later, she was naked except for her black boustier, garter and fishnets, and high heels. The beautiful stranger moved towards Miles to undo his tie and unbutton his shirt. She uttered her first words in minutes. She wanted to get to the point without any hurt feelings. "My name is Marie," she said with a congenial smile. She did love her work and felt it was important to the morale of the men. Especially those who don't really belong here. This soldier was black, a first for her. Marie overheard one of the G.I.'s talking about the first all Negro regiment. Zis must be especially hard for 'im to fight for a country zat spat on 'im, she thought of course in French. What a brave soul. "I'm Miles, ma'am." He almost stuttered. "I am Marie, you are Miles." She pushed her pouty lips against his before he could say another word. Marie touched her fingers to the back of his head and pulled him towards her. She kissed him deeply and wove her tongue with his. After a moaning minute she felt down to see the results of her years of practice. Her soft hands found the hottest, biggest, hardest cock she'd ever felt. Marie thrilled as she felt it's power. She pushed him up against the wall and rubbed her naked leg against his panted leg. The Brat's New Roller Skates Marie was all over Miles, forcing his virginity away from him. After several minutes of deep kissing, and stroking his hot bulge, she broke and looked up at him with her big brown eyes. "First, I weel pleasure you, zen you weel pleasure me, no?" She had a look that said she had stacks of books on the topic of pleasure alone. Here it comes, he thought. He nodded quietly. She finished undoing his tie, then unbuttoned his shirt. He took it off as she unbuckled his belt. Marie dragged her long red fingernails down his chest as she sunk to her knees. She was as anxious as he was, almost. This was divine anticipation for Marie. She may not remember every name, but she remembered every face and every cock, greeting all return customers warmly, because she was so glad they were still alive. If she did her job well enough, they just might win this rotten war. After she unzipped his pants she reached in and found his cock. It throbbed in her hands as she pulled it out. Grace Dieu, she said to herself with wonder. "Eet ees...so big," she gasped finally. Marie looked up at his kind bewildered face, then looked down to the huge black cock staring at her with it's one eye. She kissed it. She almost cried as she reflected that this soldier and his beautiful cock would soon be turned into hamburger on the front. But Marie had come to that realization about her job long ago. In the end, she was really just fucking the dead. But she was generally an optimist, and liked to look at it the other way around. What she did with the men could be the last beautiful thing they did before they killed and died horribly on the battlefield. She made sure they remebered her for as long as they lived. Marie kissed his entire cock deeply and warmly, looking up at him and cooing. She went to the head and licked underneath. After kissing the spongy tip, she smiled beautifully and said, "Zis ees fun, no?" Miles swallowed hard his last remnants of shyness as he looked into her beautiful face, "It's... very good, Marie." He sighed deeply as he sagged against the door. Zis is going to be a bit of a stretch, she thought, as she opened her mouth wide. She swallowed the head completely, and with both hands stroked the length of his cock, pulling back the foreskin. Marie sucked on the head like a sweet piece of candy, smacking and popping, and went back for more. Little by little, she swallowed more virgin cock. She took her time with exquisite proficiency . She cupped his balls, as she hummed a cute little Frech tune on his skin flute. He tensed up as she kept swallowing and humming. "Oh my sweet lord," he mumbled as he closed his eyes tightly. She started bobbing all along the length she could fit in, and stroked the rest with her hands. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked her hardest, her tongue dancing around his cock like a ballerina. I can't let zis one go wisout giving it ze full treatment, she thought to herself. She pushed her mouth down harder, but to no avail, he was much too big. Marie reached for his hands, and put them to her head. She looked up to him, and said without words what she wanted him to do. Miles pushed his cock past her tight throat muscles, hoping he wouldn't choke her with it. She seemed to thrive on it, not afraid at all about choking or even gagging. She bravely received every hard inch between her lips, as she sucked and slobbered her way to his balls. He pulled her off, as tiny strings of spit followed. He could tell she wasn't finished as she broke from his hands to continue sucking. He replaced his hands and started fucking into her mouth. She dragged her nails against his ass to show her approval. Miles couldn't hold out any longer as his body finally released. His scalp and balls started tingling before the ground seemed to drop frighteningly but beautifully out from under him. It seemed to take Marie by surprise too, as she gagged on the first massive attack. Semen shot forcefully out of her mouth, landing onto her stroking fists and arms. As she opened her mouth, a thick, pearly bubble formed with her exhalation. It popped, leaving Miles a clear view of what exactly was happening. He couldn't control himself as this was his first ejaculation, and blast after blast filled her mouth up with a rising, filling sound. It started to overflow onto her cheeks and chin before she closed her mouth to swallow, her cheeks bulging. Miles was just about finished as the last glob splattered on her tiny, red mouth. Marie rolled it over her tongue to savor every subtle nuance, like a cum connoisseur. Which indeed she was. You can't be a successful prostitute if you don't enjoy the flavor of a man's semen, she once told a friend. Also it was good for her skin. It seemed to take years off. "You can taste a lot of thing in a man's semen," her mother once told her. Her mother was a psycho-analyst, and used this technique to, "fully understand her patient's true feelings." She was very popular. Marie could taste the meager rations, and the sour tang of fear. She knew this kind well, but it didn't stop her from loving her job. Marie looked him square in the eye and gulped it down with an exaggerated swallow. Sweet Lord, will you look at that. Miles looked with wonder. She just swallowed that...goo, like it was wine. He held back a shudder. It was the nastiest thing he ever saw. Marie started rubbing his cock on her face, smearing his love all over. She seemed to take relish in this act, making sure to cover every square inch of her face. When she made sure she had covered her self completely, she started using her fingertips to massage it into her skin. Miles' jaw dropped. "What are you doing?" He asked with genuine curiosity. "Eet ees good for the skin, no?" She said sweetly. "For real?" His voice got lower. This was the weirdest thing he's ever seen, besides the war, of course. "Oui, I look much younger zan I actually am," she tried to look cute, which she pulled off masterfully. "How old are you, then?" "Sirty-seven." She said with pride. "Lord have mercy girl, it do! You look like your twenty-one at least. Damn." He normally didn't swear. He was a good boy back home, and he went to church. She stood up after licking the residual splatter on her arms and hands, finishing with a sucking kiss at each fingertip. Maire took his hand and led him to the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed, and laid down. Miles remained standing as she lifted her left foot up to his face. "Remove please," she almost purred. He undid the buckle and took off her high heels. She lifted the other for the same reason. She undid her garter and unrolled her stockings erotically and precisely. When they were off, Marie lifted her contoured legs high and wiggled her toes invitingly. Miles wasn't expecting this, but he couldn't say no. How could he, after that. He kissed the soft pad of a big toe. Marie closed her eyes as each toe was kissed separately, as well as both the tops and soles of her feet. He started licking between each toe as she balled her fists up with bedsheets. Her right hand flew into her underwear when he started sucking them. Electric shocks shot down her legs, awakening her asshole, then up her spine, tingling her brain. What's she doing in there? He wondered. I want to see. So, he caressed her legs down to her panties, and removed them with his thumbs. He spread her legs, as he started on the other foot. Marie's index finger was rapidly rubbing her burning clit. The pull with her other fingers, made her pussy open slightly. It was bright pink, and wet. She sat up deftly, and removed her bra. Her tits spilled out in jiggle. Firm and ripe, these were the best melons in town. Miles stopped sucking when she opened her pussy with both hands, inviting him to do what he was doing, there. He kissed down her legs, creating a rippling effect of tickles shudder her taut belly. He sat looking at the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Pink and inviting, it smelled perfumed and musky, cutting through the putrid stench of death that clung to his nose. Something as delicious as this has to be eaten. It looks like sweet cherry pie to me! He dove in and started eating voraciously. She halted him by placing her hand on his head. "Slower, we 'ave all night," she said breathlessly. "Leek eet up and down, keess ze bud," she pointed to her engorged clit. He did as he was told and understood better when she started rolling her hips. She grabbed onto his head, and raised her hips up into his mouth. He probed deeply inside with his long tongue, feeling all around. When he hit the roof, so did she. Marie's fingers were playing with her nipples. She had them pinched between her middle fingers and thumbs, and was rubbing them with her fore fingers. She didn't want to come yet, so she gently pushed him away. Miles climbed on, thinking it was time. But Marie put her hand over her pussy, and waved a finger at him. "No, not in zees 'ole." She left Miles jibbering in disbelief as she reached over to the night stand and got a round tin. What does she mean, not in this hole. That's what I'm here for, ain't I? He watched her dip her fingers into the tin, and pull out a glob of grease-like material. It smelled sweet and was very slick. Marie generously coated his huge cock in grease, from head to balls, then turned onto her belly. She stuck her plump ass in the air by resting on her knees. With both hands she spread her cheeks wide, and with a greasy finger wiped it onto her puckered rosebud. She inserted the finger knuckle deep, and kept going. She deep fucked her ass with the finger before adding a second. God Damn, what the hell is that? That's some weird shit. He never thought that word before. She took the fingers out and tapped one on her slightly open hole, welcoming him to her backdoor. If that's how she wants it, I guess I can't complain. It wouldn't be gentlemanly, he thought. He knelt down behind her and aimed his cock at her pink ring. When his big cock was next to her tiny hole he had second thoughts. But when she back pushed against it, he held on to her hips. The large head invaded her vice like asshole with a slow stretch. Marie knew what she was doing and could control her sphincter muscle like a true pro. She let him in slowly, savoring every vein and ripple of skin that tickled her anus. Marie was feeling rather full as Miles very carefully penetrated. With tiny in and out movements, she felt him work his cock in slowly. It took a while. Marie never did anything quickly, except for that sordid alley work. She was a lover and she preferred to come back to her room, but some men just wanted to get it over with, and go about their carousing. Finally she let him enter completely. She reached back with one hand to touch her clit, and uttered her first words since they started. "Ooh, la la, Miles. Oui...jus' like zat," she sighed as she slid forward and laid down on the bed. Her clenched buttocks pulled him with her. He almost tumbled after, but gained control as he mounted her fully. She closed her legs together, as he straddled her ass, cock still in place. Miles' face was so close to hers and he could smell her sweet breath. She rested her cheek on the mattress. Her eyelids were closed, and fluttering. Maire's mouth was agape, exposing her teeth. He kissed her neck and shoulders tenderly, as his slow powerful thrusts quickened slightly. It seemed easier at this angle, and he had more control over what he was doing. He closed his eyes as he lost himself in the moment. Miles kissed up her neck and found her dainty ear. Then kissed and nibbled her sweet lobe. With her free hand caressing his head, she pushed back against his cock. Marie sighed happily, "Ooh, Miles...faster." He did pick up the pace, but he knew what he was doing now, and didn't go crazy. He did however move at a strong rhythm that landed his balls against her buttocks on every stroke. Miles clenched his teeth and raised his head as the pleasure coursed through his body. He was a long way off from another orgasm, true, but it felt too good. Marie rolled him over and laid on top of him. Miles found her breasts and cupped them gently, pinching her nipples lightly. She planted her feet on the bed and slid her ass up and down the length of his pole. Little strokes at first, then long ones. Her hips had to raise up high to get a full stroke. This was far too much for Miles, "Fuck!". Needless to say, that was the first time he's ever said that. Marie sat up, and very carefully maneuvered around to face him. She planted her knees beside him, and settled down for the grind. She rested her hands on his strong chest, and started swiveling her hips against his lap. Back and forth, side to side, in circles, she rocked on his cock. Their eyes met. Marie laced her fingers behind her head, perking her tits out perfectly. Miles slid his big farmboy hands up her pale body and covered them with affection. He squeezed slightly, enjoying the unique feeling of the first he's ever touched. The evening went on like this long into the night, with many positions, and many sighs, smiles, and much laughter as she taught him everything she knew. Like how to build up his orgasm. He would get close, and she would stop him. On and on she stopped his advancing orgasm. She told him, "Trust me, no?" He trusted her completely. Finally when he could stop no more, he gave it to her with both barrels. He had been steadily pounding into her ass, the screams of her own orgasm letting him know it was time. Miles stood behind her as she bent over the bed on her hands. His hands around her hips, he controlled her fucking against his deep hard thrusts, their sweaty bodies collided at a furious pace. Then came that wonderful bottomless tingling again. She felt his cock get bigger, and pulled herself free. She took over the strokes with her hands and closed her eyes as she aimed his cannon at her upturned face. Miles went over the top. Screaming and shooting, he blasted her beautiful face with wave after wave of sticky white love. Marie turned her face this way and that, making sure to get an even coating. It was hot, and tingled her delicate skin, it felt like soothing balm. She felt it's magic immediately. Miles almost staggered back when his orgasm was finished, but she still had a hold of him with one hand. With the other, she again massaged in her facial, consuming the mouthful of excess with a happy, aaah. It was sweet and fresh this time. They fell onto the bed, and giggled. She cuddled up into the crook of his arm and played with his chest hair. He wanted to talk to her, but it was almost dawn, and he fell asleep before he could stop himself. She understood fully, and soon followed after him. They woke up late in the afternoon, and got dressed. They had brunch at a nearby cafe, and she showed him her beautiful city. While they stood overlooking the Eiffel Tower, he realized why he was here. He knew she would never marry him, but she'll always have been "the one". He was happy. They made love again that night, but it was much hotter and more passionate, much like saying goodbye to a good friend. In the morning she kissed him warmly, and tried to go about her business. He had left her payment discreetly on the night stand, under her candle holder. A month later, Miles had the night watch. He had also become a corporal for his valor, and because his went home, in a box. He commanded a small skeleton crew in a heavy gun nest. He couldn't sleep, Marie was still strongly in his thoughts, so he told the guys to keep watch through their eye lids. He did this to gain their affection and respect, which he already had, and to think. Then he heard it. A soft humming. It got louder, sounding nearer. Then he saw a monstrous cloud come from behind a hill, blocking out the scorched orange sky. Oh my god! Miles panicked. He knew what this cloud was, and if it got any closer it could wipe out their section of the trench with a rain of exploding fire and metal. He got behind the cannon and started firing without saying a word. The other men woke up with a start, and got directly to work. Two other guns were trained on the blimp. It was very close now as the six men barked orders and coordinates to each other. Within a minute the blimp was down. The men considered killed on impact as the ordinance it was carrying caught fire and exploded. Miles caught some schrapnel in the chest, and was the only casualty. He saved his men, and the regiment with only a scratch. His Captain thought otherwise, and sent him to a local infirmary close to the city. He was supposed to spend three days recouperating, but was released on the evening of the second, by an easily bribed nurse. He hopped a vegetable truck and snuck to the city. He'd make his way back to hell tomorrow, but tonight he was going to heaven. He found Marie quite easily on her corner. She seemed genuinely happy to see him, and smiled brightly as he came closer. "'Allo Miles, I'm so happy to see you alive." She meant it. "Hi there sweet Marie." He took a step closer. "I was in town, and I wanted to spend the night with you." He wanted to kiss her, but he would have to save that for later. "Oui Miles, of course." She stubbed out her smoke, and they walked arm and arm to her room. When she took off his shirt, she noticed his bandages. He explained to her what had happened, and that all he could really do was talk and hold her tighly. She kissed him lightly and undressed. "Well zen, let us get started right away." She jumped on to the bed and waited giggling only a second, as Miles was naked now and streaking towards her like a monk on fire. They wrestled and cuddled, then shared a bottle of wine, and talked till morning. He left with a very sweet goodbye on his lips. Her money was under the bottle. It was now four months later and the war was over. They won, sort of. He almost ran to Paris. The whole city was rejoicing, and fireworks exploded everywhere. He was afraid he'd never see her again, he searched frantically. But when he calmed down, he decided to check her flat. She had been cleaning, and was now reading a Dostoevsky novel in her dusty clothes. The noise of the city, roared through the thin walls. She would play later, she had things to do. Marie looked like a regular girl during the day. Slightly wavy, black hair was cut shortly at the bangs and tied behind her head with a long red scarf. She wore a green, long sleeve sweater, and long underwear. She was barefooted as she answered the door. She wasn't expecting anyone. She smiled broadly as she said, "Miles, 'ow wonderful it is to see you. I was 'oping to see you zis evening," she didn't sound disappointed though. "Please come in, monsieur," she giggled as she pinched his butt on the way in. She jumped on him and they kissed madly. They fell to the bed laughing and tearing clothes off. They lay naked within moments, savoring each inch of flesh, saying a final goodbye. They licked each other all over. Marie wasn't perfumed, hadn't been smoking, and wore no makeup. Miles quickly wondered if the city ever saw her this way. But he was busy getting busy, and soon found himself having his asshole licked. "Damn girl, you really are a freak." He didn't mind though as his mind was being blown without a bullet. He did the same to her and within minutes, she was licking his big hairy balls like ice cream. They kept their sixty-nine position as she remained on top. She could swallow his cock much easier at this angle, and was soon nudging his nuts with her nose, humming softly. The Brat's New Roller Skates Miles had become a wonderful pussy eater while he was gone, as Marie's grinding hips told him. Succulent juices gushed into his mouth as she reached climax. The taste set him off, the smell of war never to return. His body exploded as she drank from his cock like a straw, some oozed passed her bobbing lips. She had told him about the flavor. He must have masturbated before coming over because it was the sweetest she's ever had. They stopped only to eat dinner, then ran right back to finish the evening right. Marie allowed Miles into her pussy not as a customer, but as a friend. Miles found it to be quite a different experience from anal sex, it was tighter and more intense. But he would forever be an ass man, and he insisted on doing that later. She couldn't agree more. Morning found them dressed and in a long, quiet embrace. The November sun filled the room as now visible motes of dust settled. They kissed goodbye before he left, he didn't want to leave. It looked as though she wouldn't let him leave, as she clung to him in the doorway. Finally she released him and they kissed one more time, she sniffled a little as their faces rubbed together. Miles made his feet start moving, and was soon walking backward waving and almost smiling, "I'll always remember you Marie." He walked to the top of the stairs, then looked back. Her door was closed and she was gone. He stood for a moment reflecting, when he heard soft sobbing behind it. He knew just how she felt. He descended the stairs and back into civilian life. Moving back home, but to the city, he had many jobs before working for the Molsons. The job wasn't challenging but it was a job. Mr. Molson was a good man and made sure Miles was kept happy. He was a bit of a coward, and when the war came, he was no where to be found. So he admired Miles for what he went though, and still goes through because people can be so ignorant sometimes. They were as friendly towards each other as a boss and employee could be. Frenzied, muffled cries woke him from his reverie, as he looked down into the worried face of Becky Molson. Then he remembered the lesson he was teaching her, and redoubled his pace. Her head started retreating behind the bars from his fierce missle attack, her ears bending forward. Still no advance. Becky was worried. It hurt a little sure, but he had been pounding away for close to ten minutes when he seemed to wander off, she had to get his attention somehow. Now he was back and she relaxed, she found she could handle a little pain. She looked up at his face, it was in a grimace of deperation. Becky found herself feeling lucky that someone would try that hard to get her free from the bars, she doubted anyone else would. And he was trying so very hard. The metal bars squeaked and sung as Miles kept steady on the railing. Becky had turned on the suction now that he was fully there, and he started feeling lightheaded. "I'm gonna show you a little trick an old friend of mine showed me, but you have to close your eyes." He sounded like he was going to explode. Becky was confused, was she supposed to see a trick or close her eyes? She decided to close her eyes because he told her to. Miles stroked his cock before her and aimed his grease gun, little strokes near the tip triggered him off. He blasted Becky's pretty little face, she shook with anticipation and curiosity as to what was really happening, but kept her eyes closed. He rained white love all over her face, and near the bars. When he was done, she was a perfect mess. He wiped the sticky goo from her eyes. "Well now Becky, I think I greased you up pretty good," he almost laughed. Becky looked up at him, then down to his cock and noticed a pearly drop seep from the hole, "Hey, that's the stuff the magician told me was a pearl necklace!" She tasted it. "Yep, that's the same stuff, but sweeter." With a slight push to her forehead she popped out with a wet SCHMUNG. "Oh thank you Miles, thank you." She clumped to him on her skates and hugged his middle happily. "You are very welcome Miss Becky, it was my pleasure. Now, you gotta rub that in, it'll do wonders for your skin, and may help out that blemish you got on your nose." Miles laughed to himself but was sincere because he knew it could. After she rubbed it in he said, "Now go see how your pa's doin', okay?" Becky nodded, smiled and said, "I will, thank you again Miles." She skated gracefully away, cum still dripping from her face. He briefly thought about leaving and never coming back, but he was a man and could face any obstacle. So, he went on working. It was close to quitting time when Mr. Molson came to the back. "Miles, we need to talk." Oh oh, Miles thought. He turned to face Edwin. "What do we need to talk about?" He said, with as close to a smile as he could get. "A few hours ago, Becky came into the store crying. She skated up to me and hugged me and said she was sorry. 'Sorry for what', I said. She reached into her pockets and empied a big pile of candy onto the counter. I knew she did it, because they were missing when I did inventory. And when I told her not to worry about it, go ahead and take them, she said 'no'. "That's when I noticed her face," he turned his head away, as he tried to calm himself. "I asked her what it was, and she told me it was grease. Then she told me about how she got stuck, and...how helpful you were." He swallowed hard. His pride maybe? "What else did she tell you, Mr. Molson?" Miles braced himself for the blow he knew he deserved. "She told me everything, Miles. Everything. I can't say I wasn't angry, I still am..." He looked it. "Miles," he balled his fists. "I've always considered us, well, sort of friends. I felt a little betrayed, until I thought about it some. Becky's no longer my little girl, I've known that for a while, and she is easily fooled." He breathed deeply. "What I mean to say is that, I want what happened today to be the last time she is taken advantage of." Edwin continued quietly, hoping Miles would pick up the meaning. Miles drew several conclusions, but he knew Edwin, and murder wasn't his style. "Do you mean to say, you want me to court Miss Becky, Mr. Molson?" Miles tried to sound calm as if this question alone determined his life or death. "Edwin, please. Maybe 'court' isn't the right word, I doubt the people of this town would understand." Miles nodded. "I've always found it difficult to talk about...those things," he gestured vaguely to his genitals, "especially to my little girl. I hope you can finish what you started, and make her a responsible woman. The lord knows I can't." Mr. Molson looked defeated. But Miles knew a thing or two about women, and one of those things was, you couldn't make a woman do anything she didn't really want to do. "Mr. Molson, I can teach Becky about the ways of the world, and hope her gullibility passes, but the decision to become a woman is ultimately up to her." He looked Edwin's in the eyes, "I will be honored to look after Rebecca, Mr. Molson, and I will treat your daughter with love and respect." "I'm happy to hear that Miles," he almost believed it himself. "Can we expect you for dinner tonight? Becky will be very pleased if you could make it. We will need to discuss the plan of action on the return of my wife from her trip. She will not be pleased," he shivered visibly. "I'll be there with bells on, Edwin," Miles beamed.