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Noel

By: ejls



Anne's back arched as she came down on her husband. She hissed "Yesss...," as her orgasm hit.

Ray looked at his wife, his hands holding onto her hips as he thrust higher, releasing his hot cum into her womb. His cock spasmed and squirted, filling her until he felt it seep out of her pussy and run down his balls.

Anne collapsed, exhausted, onto her husband's chest, still trembling from her orgasm. She nestled her face into his neck, keeping him inside her. 

She whispered, "I love you, Ray. Who would have thought, all those years ago...?"

Ray smiled as he stroked Anne's back and held her tightly. He thought back to their first meeting. It was homecoming, their senior year at UCLA. She seemed to take an instant dislike to him, but by the end of the evening they were locked in each other's arms. They were never apart after that.

Now, twelve years later, Anne was still as beautiful as she was in college. Her dark hair hung to her shoulders in soft waves. After the birth of their daughters, her breasts were still round, full, and perky, her stomach was fairly flat, and her butt and hips, nicely rounded. Her brown eyes, framed with long black eyelashes, sparkled each time she looked at him.

They were a striking couple. Anne, with her Chilean blood, and Ray with his Philippine background. He was the tallest in his family at five feet, nine inches, almond-shaped brown eyes, slight of build with short black hair. When their daughters grew up, he hoped they would have the best attributes of both.

Anne rolled off Ray and curled up against his side, on the rug in front of the fireplace. It had been a wonderful evening. The twins, Marie and Christine, were at Ray's parents' house. They had gone out for a quiet dinner, then came home and made love under the lights of the Christmas tree. It was, by far, their favorite time of year. There was a fresh covering of snow outside that gave their home a magical look.

They were startled by the ringing of the telephone, on the table above their heads.

"Let the machine get it," said Ray.

"But what if it's about the kids?"

"We're right here and we'll hear the message. Please don't worry," he whispered, and covered her mouth with his.

"Ray? Anne? Hi, it's just me. I was feeling a little lonely, but I guess you're out. Hope the girls are good. I miss you guys. I miss Carla, too. Oh well... guess we'll talk soon... well, bye."

The call was over and the room was quiet, except for the sound of Anne's soft sobs.

"Shhhh, baby. Come on, now. I know, I know.... I miss her, too."

Anne's twin sister, Carla, and her unborn baby had been killed by a drunk driver four months ago. Ann knew the moment it happened. Ray saw his wife double over in pain, then nothing. But she knew. All she could say was Carla's name, over and over again.

It had been instantaneous, so she didn't suffer. No, that was left to her husband, Noel. His legs had been crushed, and his left arm broken. He was in a coma for two weeks, and his wife was buried without him even knowing she was gone. When he regained consciousness, Ray and Anne volunteered to break the news to him. The three held each other and cried, until there were no more tears. Now, Noel was all alone. Carla and their baby had been his only family.

Noel sounded so forlorn on the phone, when Ray had calmed his wife and sent her off to clean up; he picked up the phone and dialed. At first he didn't think Noel would answer. After five rings, he finally heard the phone pick up and a very quiet answer. 

"Hello?"

"Noel, its Ray. Hey man, Anne and I just got back from dinner. You okay? I mean really. Are you okay?"

Ray could hear Noel's deep breaths. There were no words, only crying. 

Finally, Noel said, "I miss her so damn much, Ray. What am I going to do without her?" The words came out in gulps. "I just don't think I can do this anymore."

Fear raced through Ray's mind. "Look Noel, Anne and I were going to call you tomorrow. Do you think you could come here for a few weeks? We've got the fold-out couch in the study and there's a small bath down here, so you wouldn't have to worry about the stairs. The girls miss their Uncle Noel, and it would be a good thing for all of us. No... no, it's no bother. We want you here. We need you here."

Anne stood in the doorway, listening to her husband. His voice was steady, but she could see tears forming in his eyes.

"Yeah? Good, okay. Call us tomorrow with your flight information so we can meet you. Don't worry, okay? We're going to get through this. Yeah. Sure. Hey, I love you, man. Uh huh... bye."

Fresh from her shower, wrapped in a terry cloth robe, Anne crossed to her husband when he hung up the phone. Ray pulled her onto his lap and they held each other close.

"I can't imagine ever losing you or the girls," he said in a hushed tone. "Anne, I was really afraid he might do something. He sounded that desperate. So alone. I know I should have checked with you, but...."

Anne held her finger to his lips to silence his words. "Shhhh, honey, its fine. You did exactly right by asking him here. We're all he has now. He was my sister's husband, my brother, the twins' uncle. He's family and nothing will ever change that. Thank you, thank you for being so thoughtful," she said as she kissed his lips.

The couple sat by the firelight, under the glow of the Christmas tree, each silently offering up a prayer that Noel would find peace.

They heard the beep, beep, beep of the airport cart, getting closer to the waiting area. Noel looked embarrassed holding onto his crutches, with his leg propped over the front of the cart. Except for the full leg cast, he looked well. Marie and Christine jumped up with excitement when he got off the cart, steadied himself, and walked through the glass doors. Anne and Ray tried to stop them, but it was too late. The girls took off towards their uncle, almost knocking him over. The six year olds chattered like little birds, each vying for Uncle Noel's undivided attention.

Ray and Noel swapped a "man-hug", looking at each other, knowing words weren't needed. When Anne stepped forward to greet her brother, Noel's heart skipped a beat. God, he thought, she looks exactly like Carla. It was almost painful to hold her, but he also didn't want to let her go. She stayed in his arms until he backed away with a light brush of his lips across hers. He looked into her eyes, seeing his wife looking back at him, for just a moment. Noel gently swept her soft hair away from her face, and then pulled back.

It was awkward, but they finally got Noel and his bags into the van. The ride to Anne and Ray's house was filled with the noise of excited girls. Noel couldn't help but smile at them; identical, but different. He occasionally looked at Anne, so much like Carla, but different. He assumed her softness came from being a mom, something Carla was looking forward to with great enthusiasm. Now, well now there was nothing any more.

Ray and Anne's 1800's stone house looked like something off a Christmas card. An evergreen wreath hung on each window and an electric candle glowed from inside them. The group carefully made their way up the sidewalk that now had a light covering of snow. The large wreath on the front door was decorated with red berries and a bright red bow. It smelled of the rich scent of balsam.

The only thing missing from Anne and Ray's home, to make the picture complete, was a big dog lying by the Christmas tree. Their home was warm and inviting, like walking into a hug.

They bundled up the girls and sent them outside to play, so they could get Noel settled. He was embarrassed at how much his sister fussed over him.

"I emptied the drawers in the entertainment armoire, and I made room in the hallway closet for hanging your clothes. The cabinet in the bathroom is empty and there are plenty of towels there and clean sheets on the sofa bed. Can I help you unpack?" asked Anne, while she flitted about.

"Anne, really, you've done enough. I can get this. I'm really pretty self-sufficient, even with the big cast. The only thing is keeping the cast as dry as possible."

Anne realized she was going to have to be careful, or she'd end up smothering Noel. "Take your lead from him," she thought.

"Okay, I'll let you alone and head into the kitchen." She looked at Noel and couldn't resist the urge. She walked to him, reached up and put her arms around him. "I love you and we'll always be here for you. We're family."

She let go of him and hastily left the room, so he wouldn't see her tears.

Ray turned to Noel, after closing the door behind his wife.

"What can I do, Noel? I'm not real good at this, but you know whatever you need, you got it."

Noel looked around the study; honey colored wood-paneled walls, a stone fireplace, miniature Christmas tree on the table, and big over-stuffed furniture. It felt like home -- no, better -- because he wasn't alone.

"I'm good. I'll put my stuff away and be with you guys in a bit."

Ray nodded and reached for the doorknob.

"Ray? Thanks. I mean that. You guys saved my life, asking me here," Noel said and dropped his head. "I, uh... I wasn't doing real well. After talking with you, I called my grief counselor and talked it out. I should have been doing that, but I had stopped going."

Noel's voice cracked. "I miss her so much. Damn it! I'm so god-damned lonely. She's all I had." His shoulders shook as the tears rolled down his cheeks. "I really need you guys."

Ray moved to Noel's side and held him. Together, they cried. Ray could only try to understand Noel's pain. He knew one thing -- he was not letting him go back until he was sure Noel was okay. Ray meant what he had said -- anything he needed. He'd give Noel his right arm, if he had to.

After dinner that night, Anne thought the girls were being surprisingly quiet; too quiet. She checked upstairs, the living room, the basement, but couldn't find them. Ray was shoveling the sidewalk, maybe they went out with him.

As she walked to the front door, she glanced in the study. Sitting on the sofa, little six year old bookends on either side of him, was Noel. The girls sat absolutely still as he read to them.

"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night."

Applause and screeching broke the quiet. 

"Read it again, please Uncle Noel?"

"No! I want Polar Express."

Anne interrupted them, "Okay girls, that's it. One story a night is enough. Get your jammies and head to the bathroom. Brush your teeth before your bath."

The girls said goodnight and went upstairs, with the promise that Uncle Noel would eat breakfast with them, before school. After the twins were tucked in their beds, the three adults gathered in the living room. Ray had a crackling fire burning when Anne returned with a tray of coffee. The soft sounds of Kenny G's Holiday Collection played in the background.

"Tell me what you want to do tomorrow," Anne said to Noel. "I've taken off the next three weeks, so my van is at your disposal."

"I suppose I should get the girls some Christmas gifts. Actually, I need to get gifts for everyone."

"I can do that for you, if you like," Anne offered.

"No, no. I'd really like to do this myself, but if you could help me, I'd appreciate it. I wouldn't know where to begin with buttons and bows, and such."

"I'll take you to a small shop in the village. I think the mall would be a little much for your crutches. And, if you're good, I'll let you buy me lunch."

They stayed up chatting for a couple of hours, before settling down to sleep.

Anne wasn't sure what woke her that night. She grabbed her robe and went into the girl's room; nothing but silence. Still, there was a noise. She made her way downstairs, listening intently for the sound. 

There -- it came from the study. Anne knocked softy on the door, and then opened it. The small tree glowed from the corner of the study. Noel appeared to be asleep, but the sounds were coming from him.

Anne's heart wrenched in her chest, when she realized he was crying in his sleep. She stood over him and bent to put her hand on his troubled brow.

"Shhhh Noel. Shhhh, its Anne. Come on, sweetie, wake up. You're having a bad dream."

Very unexpectedly, Noel blindly reached, took her hand, and pulled her down to him. His arms wrapped around her as she tried to pull away. Still sleeping, Noel sought her out and muttered, "Oh Carla, don't leave me."

Anne was startled by his words, and then by what happened next. As if in slow motion, he pulled her closer and found her mouth. His kiss was tender and brief. Almost as soon as it began, he fell back into a deep sleep.

Anne crawled out of his arms and left him. She was troubled by what had occurred. When she got back to her bedroom, her heart was aching over what she had witnessed. After she got back into bed, she found she couldn't settle down.

"Honey?" Anne rolled to face her sleeping husband, and put her hand on his chest. "Ray, I need to talk to you."

Ray's eyes opened and he turned to face her. Anne calmly relayed the incident, but then started to cry.

"Baby, please, what's wrong? Are you upset because Noel thought you were Carla? Are you upset because he kissed you? Anne, tell me."

"I wish I knew for sure. It's not because he was asleep and thought I was Carla. I think it's because he's hurting so bad. What were we thinking? What does he see when he looks at me? God, I never even considered that."

He held her tight, promising he would watch Noel and talk to him, if it looked like he needed it. In his mind, he had already decided to check out grief counselors. With the holidays, he thought Noel might need to know the availability -- and maybe Anne, too.

Breakfast was a hurried and noisy affair, but when the girls and Ray were out the door, it was almost too quiet. Anne looked to see if there was any kind of reaction from Noel, but there was none. He said he slept okay, after some fitful dreams. "He doesn't know," thought Anne.

Anne was just finishing up in the kitchen, ready to grab a shower, when Noel appeared in the doorway.

"Anne, can you help me?" Noel looked a little embarrassed. "I need to protect the cast from water, and normally I use large garbage bags, but I left them home."

"Well, we don't have any that large, but I can give you some plastic wrap and you can protect it that way. We'll get bags while we're out today."

"If you can help me that would be great. I can't reach my foot, so if you can start at the bottom, I'll be okay. Meet you in the study?"

Anne nodded, grabbed the wrap from the pantry and met Noel in the bathroom. He was standing in his robe, leaning on one crutch.

"I'll be glad when this comes off," he said. "After the first of the year, I'll be a free man."

Anne knelt in front of him, and carefully began to unroll the plastic wrap. She began to work her way up his leg, starting at his foot. Noel watched her as she worked. He knew he was looking at Anne, but the sight of her kneeling in front of him brought back a flood of memories. Carla had loved pleasuring him with her mouth and she was damn good at it. He looked at the top of Anne's dark head and remembered. His cock jumped and grew at the thought.

Anne glanced up. She thought she had seen movement. Noel's robe was clearly tented. Anne was nervous and as her hands moved higher up his leg, they started to shake. Noel could see her unease and then saw why. He coughed, shifted and reached for the roll of wrap.

"I can take it from here, thanks."

Anne beat a hasty retreat to her room, and made her way into the shower. The warm water trailed down her body. She thought about Noel's cock and immediately her nipples hardened. She wondered what he had been thinking about that caused his hardness. She knew her twin adored him and had enthusiastically told her about their love-making. He was her life and she his -- now it was over. Anne and Noel went shopping and she guided him through the little girls' department, stressing the importance of the twin's individuality. His pace slowed when they had to walk through the baby department, his eyes focused on the wooden cribs and soft pastel blankets.

That night, the twins went to sit with Uncle Noel for a story. Ray and Anne heard them telling him good night, and then came to find their parents. Ray and Anne liked to tuck them into bed together, as often as possible.

They had turned to leave when Christine whispered loudly, "Mommy, can I tell you a secret?"

"What's up, honey?" Anne asked.

"Uncle Noel was crying. Mommy, we asked him what he wanted for Christmas and he said nobody could give him anything, and then he started to cry."

Marie chimed in. "He didn't think we could see, but we did. Mommy, is Uncle Noel sad about Aunt Carla?"

Anne kept her voice steady and calm. "Yes girls, Uncle Noel is sad and that's okay. It's okay to be sad when somebody goes to Heaven. Now, don't you worry, we'll find Uncle Noel a perfect Christmas gift."

When they left the girls, Anne and Ray looked at each other.

"Should we talk to him?" asked Ray.

"I think we should ask if he's okay," Anne replied. "We'll listen if he wants to talk."

Anne made coffee and brought it into the living room. While Ray added another log to the fire, she called Noel to join them. When he came into the room, Anne could see that his eyes were red and puffy.

Ray and Noel sat on the sofa, savoring the quiet after girls had gone to sleep. Noel looked weary.

"You okay?" asked Ray. He reached over and put his hand on Noel's shoulder.

Noel's shoulders drooped as he quietly spoke. "I'm sorry. I'm trying so hard to be festive, but it hurts so badly. The girls are adorable and I love them, but God, it's so hard to see them and not think about what I'll never have. Anne, I look at you and I think of Carla. I'm sorry," he said as he started to cry. "I just want my wife and baby back, and I know I can't have that."

Noel's shoulders started to shake as he sobbed. Ray and Anne moved to him and the three held each other on the sofa. Anne's heart felt like it would break. In the past, she would have called Carla and asked her what to do. Now, as she held Carla's husband in her arms, thoughts raced through her head, and through her heart.

The three went off to the separate beds, emotionally exhausted. Ray was snoring before his head hit the pillow. As tired as she was, Anne was also restless. It wasn't long before she heard Noel again. She grabbed her robe and went to him.

Just like the night before, she found him crying in his sleep. Again, she put her hand on his forehead and whispered to him that everything would be all right. She should have known it would happen, but logic did not dictate her actions -- love did.

In his dreams, Noel reached for his wife, to hold her, begging her not to leave. He took Anne into his arms and searched for her lips. She didn't fight; she couldn't. She allowed his mouth to capture hers in a kiss reserved for the one you love.

He pulled away saying, "Oh God Carla, I love you." And fell back into his sleep, still holding Anne.

Anne continued to lie in his arms and at one point, dozed off. He woke her when his hands went to her breasts, kneading them and moving his hips against her. Anne rolled away from his reach and off the bed. When she went back to her bedroom, she wanted to wake Ray and tell him what had happened, but she didn't. She had a lot to think through.

Noel made an appointment with a local support group and he and Anne fell into a happy routine. Breakfast, group, lunch, shopping, and cooking. The girls hung all over Noel when they got home from school. Anne could see the kind of father he would have been.

Ray and Noel got into the habit of playing computer games at night, and Anne smiled at the laughter that would burst out of the study. "Boys will be boys," she thought.


Noel Again



I want to share with you another true tale of one of my tryst's with Noel, an absolutely amazing woman with whom I had had a torridly hot romance with for a year and a half. She was incredibly beautiful and unbelievably sexy. Our chemistry together was out of this world and her sexual skills were off the charts. I've never had the pleasure of knowing another woman quite like her.

Complicating matters; both of us were also married. 

On this particular night she had gotten a hotel room and I met her there after telling my wife that I was going out late to pick up some weed. When she opened the door she was wearing a plaid schoolgirl skirt and a white button-up blouse tied at the midriff, exposing her belly button. 

Holy crap did she know how to satisfy a fantasy! She looked absolutely stunning. Wordlessly I fell into her arms and we began to kiss deeply and passionately.

A little about Noel, she's about 5 foot 10, with red hair, 38 C breasts topped with perfect little cherry nipples, and a really hot ass. Her green eyes are enough to make any man melt. Her pink lips are soft as silk and the perfect amount of wet. 

As you could guess from that description of her lips, she not only is an amazing kisser, but she also gives excellent head. And that is exactly what she did next. 

She led me over to the bed and sat me down at the edge, then began to unbutton my pants and lower them down. Then she removed my underwear and my thick six-inch erection sprang up in her face.

After giving the tip a quick flick with her tongue to lap up a dab of pre-cum, she stood up in front of me and began to unbutton and remove her blouse. Underneath she was wearing my very favorite black lace bra, and instantly I knew that she must be wearing my favorite black lace panties underneath her plaid skirt, as well. 

I didn't find out right away though, because first she dropped to her knees in front of me and begin to suck on my cock. My God she looks so sexy when she's sucking on cock and I especially love the way my shaved cock looks when it's sliding in and out of her mouth. And she sucks it so well, she makes me feel so incredible. She puts even the most experienced porn star to shame with her ability. 

She sucked my cock slowly for several amazing minutes while asking me - in her sultriest voice - if I liked the way she looked and telling me how much she loved sucking my "gorgeous cock." 

Then, standing once again in front of me and smiling seductively, she lifted her skirt up to reveal those hot black lace panties I knew she was wearing underneath, and climbed on top of me. Sliding her sexy panties to the side, she then mounted my rock hard cock. 

She was so wet and it felt so good as I slid inside of her. We began to fuck slowly like that, in and out, taking our time and not rushing it, kissing deeply staring into each others eyes. I told her how much I loved my cock being inside of her warm, wet pussy and she responded by telling me how much she loved the way my thick cock filled her up. 

Sitting up, she rode me slowly and seductively, sexily rubbing her large breasts, pinching her nipples, and moaning softly. Her green eyes bore right through me. 

We rolled over and I continued to fuck her slowly with me on top. I sat up on my knees and watched her; watched us. I watched my cock slide into and back out of her beautiful bare pussy. The black lace panties and the plaid skirt served well to heightened the visual stimulation. 

Gradually I begin to fuck her faster, harder, and deeper, pounding her sweet pussy till she was screaming loudly. After about 15 minutes of that we got up and moved over to the desk in the room and I began to fuck her on top of that. 

She looked so hot and so fucking sexy sitting on the hotel desk with her legs spread wide and me standing in front of her, pounding her pussy. She had removed the panties, but not the skirt, and she was saying all kinds of wonderfully naughty things as I continued to fuck her pussy without mercy. 

"Oh fuck yes baby, your big cock feels so fucking GOOD!" she screamed. "Your cock fills my fucking pussy so full! Don't stop fucking me!"

Believe me, I had no intention of stopping any time soon. 

The look on her face when she's getting fucked really turns me on. It's the epitome of pleasure, and she looked so turned on as she sat getting royally fucked on that desk. 

Finally, though, I directed her to the chair in the room, told her to get in the chair on her knees, bent over the back, and I fucked her some more from behind. 

I always loved fucking her from behind because I love to slide one thumb in her ass, while (don't ask me why) covering up her small little heart shaped tattoo with my other. 

After a few minutes of that, I was ready to blow. I told her to get on the floor, on her knees, and get ready to take my hot load on her sexy face. 

It wasn't the biggest load I've ever shot, but it sure felt amazing. 

Afterwards we laid together in bed talking for a while, but before you know it, I was on top of her again, hard as a rock once more and sliding into her still wet pussy.

This time it was my turn to satisfy a fantasy of hers: being "forced" to have sex. It's not a fantasy I understand or am very good with, but laying on top of her, fucking her hard, I held her arms down while she play acted struggling with me. 

I guess it made her feel dominated, while it made me feel powerful. I'm not usually very good with "rough" sex, but watching how turned on she got from it served to turn me on as well. At any rate, it wasn't long before I shot another load, this one deep inside her. 

Afterwards we cuddled together for an hour or so until I was forced to get up and leave her so I could return home to my sleeping wife. As I lay in bed next her, my thoughts drifted back to Noel and I replayed the night in my mind until I began to slowly rub my cock. Before long I was jerking my throbbing cock hard until I shot my third load of the night, this one all over myself. From there I finally began to drift off to sleep, my chest covered in cum, my mind filled with thoughts of Noel.



Noel



During the night, Noel could still be heard crying. Anne tried to stay away, but she couldn't resist checking on him. Sometimes he would calm at the touch of her hand and the sound of her voice. Other times, he would reach for her, and hold her until he slept again. It was those times that she was surprised she found her body reacting to him.

Anne decided it was time to talk to Ray. They put the girls to bed and left Uncle Noel to baby sit. The night was clear and Anne suggested a walk. Bundled up with scarves and gloves, they set out into the night.

Their feet crunched on the hard-packed snow of the country lane where they lived. Their breaths hung in the air like a soft mist. There seemed to be a million stars with just a sprinkling of clouds that tossed soft, fat flakes on the couple.

They spoke about the girls, keeping their voices low, not wanting to disturb the night. Festive lights from neighboring homes exuded the warmth of the season. Ray's arm felt good around her shoulders. How had she ever gotten so lucky? Anne could never figure it out.

On and on they walked, Anne avoiding the subject of Noel. Finally they reached the pond, where in the spring they brought the girls to catch pollywogs. Anne leaned into Ray and sighed.

"Honey, we need to talk."

With those words, Anne began to tell Ray of Noel's uneasy nights, and her visits to comfort him. She was completely honest with her husband, every detail, trusting in his love for her.

"Why didn't you tell me, Anne?" he asked in a worried tone. "Can I ask what you were thinking, being in bed with him?"

"I never meant for that to happen. Ray, it wasn't about anything other than wanting to comfort him. It tears me apart to listen to him cry." Anne cupped Ray's face in her hands and looked deep into his eyes. "I love you -- only you. My God Ray, you and the girls are my whole life. Just like Carla was to Noel."

She threw her arms around his neck and hung on, as if for dear life. "Oh Ray," she whispered. "I love you so much."

He held her close, still so in love with her, but he had to ask, "Anne, you said your body reacted to his touch. Why?"

"I don't know, really, I don't. Was it pity? Was it because you and I haven't been together since his call? I don't know." Anne begged him, "Please believe me, Ray, I love you. I need you."

He kissed her then, believing her, wanting her, his body growing hard at the thought of her. "We're going home now, and tonight you will only be in one bed."

When they arrived home, Anne and Ray saw that Noel had already retired for the evening. Ray grabbed a couple glasses of brandy and joined Anne in their bedroom. She was just coming in from their bathroom, a white lace robe tied loosely at her waist. His breath caught, and his pants got very tight below his belt.

She climbed onto their bed and waited for him to undress. He handed her the brandy and joined her there. They could feel the amber liquid warm their insides. Ray leaned forward and licked an errant drop from Anne's lips, and that was all it took. Husband and wife came together in a pure moment of love.

Ray laid her down, opening her robe and running his hands along the swell of her breast, down over the curve of her hip. Anne pulled him to lay down with her, meeting his lips with an undying passion. He kissed her eyes, her nose, and her lips again, before trailing kisses down her throat. Goose bumps formed on her body and her nipples hardened at the thought of his mouth.

As he approached her breasts, Anne raised her chest to him. His warm mouth tenderly covered them. He began to suck, and a soft, low moan escaped her. She held him to her breast, not wanting the pleasure to end.

Ray suckled her breasts, switching between sucking, nibbling and flicking her nipples with his tongue. Anne's hips began to move as his hand traveled down to her sweet-smelling womanhood. She opened her legs and he could feel the soft curls around her lips, already wet with excitement. He moved his finger up and down, working his way towards her heat.

Her clit was a hard, throbbing knob when he circled it, gently flicking it with his finger. Anne's back arched and she panted his name. Her hands gripped the sheets when Ray moved lower and pressed his mouth against her pussy. He pushed his tongue deep inside her, savoring the taste he fell in love with, all those years ago. Anne was like a fine wine, getting better with age. 

Ray withdrew his tongue to lick the length of her slit, again, toying with her clit. He pushed a finger inside her as he latched onto her pleasure pearl. Her orgasm was almost immediate as her hips raised off the bed.

"God Ray, get in me now," she pleaded.

His face was still moist from her juices. Ray came up Anne's body and positioned himself between her legs. He ran his steel-hard cock up and down her wet slit. Her wanting pussy grabbed at him, and pulled him inside her. He kissed her deeply as he penetrated her depths.

Tasting herself on him was such an aphrodisiac. Anne wrapped her shapely legs around him and drew him in deeper, meeting his passion with her own. As he slid in and out, Ray thought she was as tight as she was in college. Anne's pussy contracted on his cock, squeezing him tighter. Ray bent and kissed Anne again, driving his cock in still deeper. Anne's nails dug into his ass, wanting as much of him as she could get.

Faster, harder, they moved, almost desperate to prove something to each other. Ray felt cum starting to boil in his balls, right before they tensed, signaling his body to release. He held her tighter and lunged into her as the hot juice exploded deep into her womb. Waves of pleasure passed through Anne, and she felt her juices mixing with his.

Their movements slowed, and their mouths met in gentle kisses. Ray rolled to Anne's side and swept her into his arms. They cuddled, caressed, and touched each other for some time.

"You're incredible," Ray said to Anne. "I never tire of your taste. We'll be old and gray and rocking on a porch somewhere. I'll be on my knees, my head under your skirt, shoving my tongue up you as high as I can."

Anne giggled at the thought and snuggled closer. "And when you can't get it up," she said laying her hand on his flaccid cock, "I'll still take you in my mouth. Even with your old man smell."

She continued, "Honey? Do you ever wish we hadn't decided to stop with the twins? That maybe we jumped the gun with the vasectomy?"

"Why? Do you want more kids? I thought you only ever wanted two?"

"I did. It's just that they're getting older and not babies anymore. They need me less and less each day. Sometimes I just miss the feeling of them inside me."

Ray searched her face. "What brought this on?"

"I don't know. Maybe feeling you cum inside me. Maybe thinking about Carla. I don't know."

Later, Ray took the empty glasses down to the kitchen, while Anne showered. His ears pricked up as he passed by the study door. Quietly, he turned the knob, cracked the door, and listened. His heart just about broke, hearing Noel cry and mumbling Carla's name. Ray looked up as he heard Anne come down the steps. He met her at the bottom and blocked her way.

"No," he looked at her, "don't."

"But listen to him. Honey," she begged, "he needs me."

"No Anne, he needs Carla."

"But don't you see? He never got the chance to say goodbye. He never got the closure everyone's entitled to have. Remember? We went back and told him about her death. We wheeled him to her grave. He couldn't even kneel and say a prayer. He went from being happy with a wife and their first baby on the way, to looking at a piece of ground and wilting flowers next to a grave marker."

Ray put his hands on her shoulders. "And just how are you helping him by pretending to be Carla? What does that do?"

Anne's eyes filled with tears. "I just want to give him peace. We're the only family he has, and I just want to give him that."

"Come upstairs, Anne. I need you, too."

Back in bed, they lay in each other's arms. Ray broke the silence. "What are you thinking?"

"You know, before we had the girls, if anything had ever happened to you, I would have gone insane. After they were born, I knew if anything happened to you, I would survive, because I had a part of you. Noel has nothing."

"What are you saying, Anne?"

"I wish Noel at least had their baby."

"And?" asked Ray.

"No, it's insane. Forget I said anything."

"Honey, talk to me. You know we can say anything to each other. What are you thinking?" Ray wanted to know.

"This is going to sound stupid. It goes back to something Carla and I had discussed once. If, for any reason, one of us couldn't have a baby, we decided the other would do it for her. Just like giving up a kidney or bone marrow. We knew we would always help the other, no matter what."

Ray sat up, dumbfounded. "What? Anne, what the hell are you talking about?"

Anne sat up, too. "Look, you asked me and I told you."

"You want to have Noel's baby?"

"No, I want to have Carla and Noel's baby. I knew you wouldn't understand."

"Anne, what's there to understand? You want to have another man's baby!"

"Ray, listen to me -- I want to be the incubator. The baby wouldn't be mine, but my sister's. We were identical twins. Our DNA would have to be almost exactly the same. This would be the baby they lost."

Ray shut his mouth and lay down, staring into the darkness. In his mind, the idea screamed insanity, and yet, also made perfect sense. Noel was as close to him as his own brother, and he did want him to get through this. He heard sniffles coming from Anne, and he rolled over to spoon with her.

"Baby, I love you," he whispered in her ear.

Anne moved back, closer to her husband, as his arms wrapped around her waist.

"And I think I understand," he said. "It's late now, but let's talk about this tomorrow, when we've each had time to think, and to sleep."

When Ray got home from work the next night, he found Noel and the twins frosting Christmas cookies, while Anne finished making dinner. There were jimmies and sprinkles everywhere, including Noel's hair. It was clear the girls adored him and he would have been a great dad. It was also clear to Ray, just how looking at Anne affected Noel. They were fast -- but there were looks of love, of tenderness, that you have for your partner. "My God," thought Ray, "he does see Carla when he looks at Anne." Ray remembered the days when he, too, could look at Anne and Carla, and not really be sure who was whom.

As the evening went on, Ray became more aware of Noel's interaction with the girls, and with Anne. He also caught the look of loss when Anne took the girls away for a bath. Ray's mind was running in circles.

"You have quite a family," Noel told Anne and Ray, after the girls had gone to bed.

"You'll have one too, someday," Ray said quietly, "when you're ready."

Noel sighed, "I know you should never say never, but my life is over. Carla was the only woman I'll ever want. Sometimes I think I'd give anything to have just one more moment with her. Do you get it? First, she was here, and then she was gone. I never got a chance to tell her I loved her. I never got a chance to say goodbye."

Anne went to him on the sofa, and took him in her arms. His body rested against her, like a tired, old man, and he pulled her close. 

"She knows, sweetie," she whispered. "She knows."

Ray watched Anne comfort his brother. He knew what had to be done. But, how do you tell somebody something like this?

Noel went to bed, leaving Ray and Anne sitting in the glow of the Christmas tree, Bing Crosby softly singing in the background. Ray stroked Anne's hair as she leaned back against his chest.

"I get it," was all he said.

"Hmm? You get what?" she asked quietly.

"I get what you said about Noel. I get his need to say goodbye to Carla. I get why you thought about having a baby for him."

Anne turned in his arms. "You do?"

Ray kissed her deeply. "You're my wife and I love you. I always will. But, you're Carla's twin, a bond no one can break. I'll support you in whatever you want to do."

"Oh Ray, I love you! I don't know how this will happen, or even if Noel will allow me to do this, but just knowing you'll support me means more than I can say."

They cuddled, talked about options, kissed and also sat in silence for another hour.

While Anne turned off the lights on the tree, Ray stopped at the study door. He could hear Noel crying in his sleep again. When Anne came out of the living room, Ray motioned for her to join him. He opened the door and stepped inside. He nodded at Anne and she went to Noel, laid her hand on his head and quietly told him it would be okay. He calmed for a minute, then reached for her hand and pulled her into the bed.

Ray watched Noel cuddle with his wife, kissing the top of her head and begging her not to leave him. "Yes," he thought, "he needs to be able to say goodbye." He turned and quietly went upstairs to bed. Sometime in the middle of the night, Anne slipped into bed and curled up next to Ray. His arm went around her and they slept.

The holiday plans continued and the girls were beginning to bounce off the walls. Anne and Ray decided they needed a break and took them to spend the night at Ray's parent's house. Anne thought she would make the night special. She set the dining room for three and lit candles all around. She dressed in a slinky red sheath that hugged her curves. When the two men saw how she looked, they each let out a low whistle of appreciation, then left to dress for dinner.

The wine flowed, and the three laughed and truly had a good time. Later, instead of coffee in the living room, Ray poured brandy and they all settled down onto the sofa. In Anne's mind, the evening was the perfect prelude.

She took a deep breath and said, "Noel, can I ask you a question?"

"Of course Anne, anything."

"Do you remember your dreams?"

"Hmmm, I don't think so. I mean, sometimes I wake up and I feel really down. Other times, it's almost like a weight has been lifted. I almost feel better. Why?"

"Well, late at night we can hear you crying in your sleep. I was worried so I came in and tried to comfort you. Sometimes, if I touch your head, you calm down and go back to sleep." Anne paused briefly. "Other times, you... you pull me into bed with you. You talk to me like I'm Carla."

Noel turned red. "I'm sorry, Anne. God, Ray, I'm sorry. I didn't know.... I...."

Anne moved closer to him and put her hands on his. "Shhhh, it's okay. I know you think of her when you look at me. That's normal. We just want to help you."

Ray joined the conversation. "Noel, we can't begin to know what you're feeling, but we do know there's an important part of her death that you're missing. You never said goodbye. We know, when you were holding Anne, you were talking to Carla. You tell her to never leave you. Anne told me one time, you said that you missed your baby. Geez man, we want to help you."

Noel was crying now. Frustration seemed to burst forth. "I have nothing!"

Anne grabbed his arms. "You have us."

"No! I have nothing! Nothing of my own." 

Anne held Noel as he continued to cry. A flood of emotions that needed to be set free -- were. Anne held him to her breast, while Ray sat behind her, holding the two of them. When Noel finally calmed, he still stayed in Anne's arms. She spoke to him quietly.

"I want you to listen to me, Noel. I want to help you, but what I have in mind is pretty far-fetched. Please, will you hear me out?"

Noel sat back and looked into Anne's soft brown eyes. He was looking at Carla, but Anne was talking. She recounted the conversations she and Carla had about life, love and what one sister would do for the other. When she got to the subject of babies and surrogacy, Noel froze. Anne then told Noel her idea.

"I want to have your baby. Not just your baby, Noel, but Carla's baby. I did some research and while our DNA is not identical, it's about as close as you can get. Noel, you'd have a part of Carla. You'd have a family."

Noel's face showed the shock he felt at Anne's proposal. How could she think she could replace his baby? How could she even come up with an idea like this? 

Ray spoke up, "Noel, Anne and I have talked about this a lot. At first, I thought she was nuts. I mean, how could she think this baby would replace yours? And it won't -- no child could. But she wants to give you this gift. We want to give this to you."

"Don't say anything, Noel," Anne told him. "But please take some time to think about it."

Noel couldn't speak -- he couldn't think. He needed space -- time -- solitude. He struggled to escape the warmth of Anne's arms, and then stood and grabbed his crutches. Ray and Anne stayed silent, and watched for a reaction.

"I need time. I hope you understand," Noel said in a hushed tone.

Anne stood to hug her brother, but he moved back out of her reach. "No, please let me go. I'll talk to you tomorrow," he said as he left the room.

"What do you think?" Anne asked Ray.

"I think he needs time. I think we scared the living hell out of him. He's shocked at what we proposed. Honey, have you really thought this through? I mean logistically. How are you going to get pregnant?"

No, Anne hadn't thought about that. More than anything, she wanted this to happen now. No, she had a lot more thinking to do.

That night, like so many others, Noel's crying brought Anne to his side. The touch of her hand quieted him. When she turned to leave, his hand reached for hers, as it had so many times before.

"Anne?"

She was shocked -- Noel was awake. "Yes Noel?"

"Can you stay with me? Can we talk? I want to hear more about this idea. Can you tell me about the talks you and Carla used to have?"

Without hesitation, Anne crawled into bed next to Noel. They lay together, not touching, but staying close, whispering. The conversation went from the idea, to Anne recounting everything she could about Carla. Noel told her about the idyllic life he had with his wife. They talked into the wee hours of the morning, until they fell asleep.

Anne woke to something poking against her ass, and hands massaging her breasts. Noel's hot breath hit her neck as he muttered Carla's name. She tried to pull away, but Noel's arms held her tightly, as his hand moved between her legs.

"No," she barely got out of her mouth.

He was grinding against her, his lips kissing the back of her neck and his fingers moving towards her heat. There was no denying the physical reaction Anne's body was having. It was surrendering, but her mind forced the thought of her husband to the front.

"Noel!" she said sharply. "Wake up!"

Her words jostled him awake. She squirmed and started to move away from him, but not before he realized his hand was under her nightgown, moving across her bare skin.

"Oh my God, Anne, I'm sorry! Oh, God!" he exclaimed.

Anne righted herself on the far side of the bed and looked at her shaken brother. "Noel, its okay, nothing happened," she said noting his hands left her body excited. She crawled out of bed and headed for the door, the house still quiet. "Honestly, its okay, Noel." She turned and left.

Upstairs, Ray was just waking. Anne rushed over to him, her face still flushed with excitement. 

"Hold me," she begged in a whispered voice, and then told her husband what had happened.

"You're turned on a little, aren't you?" Ray asked, and pulled her closer to him. Anne had no choice but to admit that her body responded to Noel's touch, and yes, it excited her.

"You know I love you," she said to Ray, "only you."

"I know baby, I know. And I'm not upset. God knows I've gotten a hard-on at the sight of a sexy woman. It just shows you're a sexual human being, reacting to the normal triggers. Just because you're in love with me, doesn't mean you can't be turned on by someone else." Ray kissed her passionately and went on saying, "Besides, I think you just figured out a way to get pregnant."




Noel



"What?" Anne was dumb-founded.

"Oh come on -- we talked about having to do the turkey baster thing. Cold and clinical, I believe were your words. But if you sleep with him, it won't be. And as stupid as this sounds, I'll bet it'll bring Carla back to him, so he can let her go."

"Oh, you really have lost your mind, Ray. I couldn't do that. I love you. I need you. It would feel so strange having someone else's hands on me. And I know I couldn't do it, not with you knowing I was fucking another man."

Ray pulled her over and onto her back. He kissed her and then looked at her, very seriously. "What if I were there with you?"

Anne's eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped in surprise.

"Just listen. With Noel's leg, you're going to have to ride him. What if I was there to get you started. I know exactly what foreplay you love -- the best way to get you going. Hun, I'll make love to you, but you'll fuck Noel. You'll give him Carla's baby."

Anne was not yet convinced. Ray continued his argument for a natural conception as opposed to artificial insemination. What won out was the one question he asked her to answer. "Shouldn't a child be conceived with love?"

Anne finally understood what he was saying. With that, he kissed her and told her she was a beautiful, wonderful, generous lover. They agreed to give Noel a gift he would never forget.

Christmas Eve was a whirlwind. Ray's parents brought the girls home and then proceeded to fill every square inch of space with presents. Anne made a prime rib dinner and everyone sat quiet as Noel read the story of the first Christmas. The girls placed cookies and eggnog on the table for Santa, and carrots and celery for his reindeer. The activities of Christmas Eve exhausted the twins and they went to sleep immediately, in spite of swearing they would stay awake to listen for Santa.

After Ray's parents bid everyone a good night, the three adults were left in the first quiet since the kids came home. Ray broke the silence by getting up and popping the cork on a bottle of champagne. He passed bubbling glasses to Anne and Noel, and offered up a toast.

"To my family, and our friends, I wish them a wonderful season. May this be the first of many wonderful holidays together."

They clicked glasses and sipped the effervescent liquid. Ray moved to kiss Anne. It was a long, lingering kiss. She then turned to Noel and kissed him the same way Ray had kissed her.

"Anne...."

"Shhhh, let me do this for you. Please."

Noel looked confused, but Ray stepped in and put his arms around them both. "Noel, we want to give you a baby. Let us do this for you, in honor of your love for Carla. Come on; let's go to your room."

Noel allowed himself to be led into the study. He was confused, happy, sad, grieving, joyful, and every other emotion he could feel. He couldn't believe the sacrifice Carla's family was going to make for him.

Ray closed the study door. Anne lit candles while he added a log to the fire. The room was lit by flickering light, and the lights from the small Christmas tree.

Noel stood near the sofa while Ray opened it up into his bed. Anne moved to his side and ran her hand up and down his arm.

"You okay with this?" she asked Noel.

"I think so. But Ray's okay with this?"

"Actually," Ray informed him, "it was my idea. Just the three of us, creating life."

Anne reached up and began unbuttoning Noel's shirt. He let go of his crutches to rest his hands on her hips. Ray came up behind his wife and began kissing the back of her neck. She let go of a soft moan.

She eased Noel's shirt off his muscular body, and he bent to kiss her soft lips. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pressed against him. His excitement was evident.

Noel's mouth moved to her neck, traveling down her throat, as Ray unzipped her dress, and kissed down her back. She trembled at the attentions of two men. They each slid her dress off her body, leaving it in a puddle around her feet. She looked devastatingly beautiful in her strapless black bra and black lace thong. Noel's eyes took in her body and his cock reacted violently.

Anne reached for his hips and turned him to sit on the bed. When he did, she moved between his legs, standing so that her breasts were level with his eyes. Ray's hands had come around from behind to massage her voluptuous twin globes. Noel saw her nipples straining to escape their lace jail. When Ray unclasped her bra and pulled it from her body, Noel's mouth caught one of her nipples and he latched on. Her hands began running through his hair, holding him to her, loving the heat on her breasts.

Ray stripped off his shirt and slacks. He pushed his hard spear into her ass, as he held her from behind. His hands went around her waist and slid inside her thong. Anne pushed back against him, while holding Noel tighter to her chest.

When Ray's fingers slid inside her, he found her pussy wet and ready. He had never seen her this excited, this fast. Pumping his finger in and out of her, he released her scent into the air. Noel smelled her and lost any of the hesitation he had felt earlier; his body wanted her.

Anne pushed Noel to lie down. Ray came to help lift his cast onto the bed and shift him into the middle of the mattress. Without a second thought, Ray helped remove Noel's slacks after Anne had unzipped them.

She sat to Noel's side and ran her hand over his cock. A very small wet spot formed on his briefs as she massaged him to full hardness. She hooked her hands inside the waistband and began to tug them down his legs. Ray was there to help her, and also help her slip out of her thong.

Noel's cock stood tall and proud as he lay on his back. Anne opened his legs and knelt between them. Her warm moist mouth came down on him, engulfing his rod. Noel's eyes rolled back in his head and he allowed himself to get lost in this pleasure.

Ray bent behind Anne, eyeing her glistening pink pussy. His tongue snaked out and ran the full length of her slit, from ass to clit. She moaned on Noel's cock, causing vibrations to shoot through him as she gripped his hips tighter.

Rays' tongue found her woman's pearl and while he toyed with her, he pushed two fingers inside her tunnel. Her hips moved with his hand and she felt the shock waves starting. Ray sensed her excitement and pushed into her harder, causing her to increase her attentions on Noels' cock. Noel opened his eyes, feeling her breast brush against his bare thigh, as she prepared him.

Suddenly, Anne released him, rose up and squealed, "Ahhhhhhhh!" Wave after wave of pleasure came crashing over her. Her legs quivered and she dropped down on Noel, panting as Ray pulled his hand from her and kissed her up the length of her back. She trembled, coming down from her high.

Noel stroked her head and saw she appeared more youthful after cumming. The dewy glow was so like Carla.

Ray half picked up his wife and held her tight. "Ready baby?"

Anne looked at the man she loved and nodded. She reached out to stroke Noel, peering at him through lowered eyes, and smiled. With Rays' help she steadied herself on the sofa bed, poised over Noel's erect cock, and then lowered herself.

Noel's breath caught in his throat when her sweet hot hole enveloped his throbbing cock. Ray's own cock throbbed when he saw Anne's body slide over Noel's. Damn that was erotic, he thought. Damn, she's one hell of a woman.

When Anne began moving up and down Noel's cock, the feeling brought back his best memories. He looked at this woman but saw another. He saw Carla. It was Carla who was making love to him. It was Carla who would receive his seed. He had his hand on her hips, helping her to ride him. He closed his eyes and dreamed of his wife.

Anne watched Noel close his eyes and then looked at her husband. She motioned him closer. She lowered her upper body, by resting her hands on either side of Noel's head. When Ray stood next to her, she smiled and opened her mouth. With pleasure, he fed her his cock.

There wasn't one thing that Anne didn't do well in the bedroom. Ray didn't know which of her holes he would rather fill. But right now, at this moment, there was only one thing he wanted. He felt her tongue all over him, as she sucked him. He felt her trying to draw the juice out of him. It wouldn't take long. His hands went to her hair and he held her. 

Anne had never experienced such pleasure. She loved her husband and enjoyed his taste. She wanted to drink from him. The feeling of Noel's cock was different from Ray's. It was a different size, different girth -- not better, just different. She began to feel her pussy muscles start to contract.

Noel opened his eyes to see Anne sucking Ray's cock. It wasn't but seconds before Ray grunted, "I'm cumming," and Noel watched Anne's throat as she swallowed his load. Ray's spurts ceased and he withdrew his softening rod.

Anne looked down at Noel and licked her lips. He thought he would lose it right then and there. She sat up a little straighter, braced herself against his chest. Her fingers played with his nipples, and she started to ride him harder. Oh God, he thought. Carla used to do the same thing to him.

Anne sped up her movements and she once again felt her orgasm take over her body. She slammed down on Noel, hard, as his cock jettisoned its seed into her. His cock throbbed as her pussy milked him. He cried out one name -- Carla.

Anne lay exhausted on top of Noel. Ray lifted her off of him, and lay her down on her back. Noel shifted over to make room for her and Ray. Ray crawled in next to her and the two men held her until they all fell asleep.

Anne and Ray had only been in their own bed for about an hour when the girls began to beg to go downstairs. Ray ran down to light the tree and to get Noel into the living room. Anne brought the girls down, and they tore into the room. Anne bent to kiss Noel a Merry Christmas and then went to her husband. Ray swept her into his arms and kissed her. Maybe it was the lights of the tree, maybe it was because it was Christmas, but Ray thought Anne was absolutely glowing.

That Christmas was the first of many holidays they spent together. The most special was Christmas the next year. There were Ray, Anne, Marie and Christine, along with Noel, and his twin sons, Andrew and Carl.



Noelle Gets Mastered



WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the persons, wrestlers, events, promotions etc depicted within. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence. 

Featuring: Noelle Foley (Hostess of Ringside Collectables, daughter of WWE Hall of Famer Mick Foley), Dean Ambrose (WWE)

Noelle Gets Mastered

A women of wrestling erotic story 

by DaxG2001

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Backstage at the 11th annual Ringside Fest, held at Carolines on Broadway in Times Square, New York City, the former United States Champion and member of the stable known as The Shield, the resident Lunatic Fringe of the WWE known as Dean Ambrose is leaning against a wall in a corridor having finished up the last media commitments for the event. Clad in jeans and a black, leather-like jacket with a black T-shirt underneath, he's checking over his cellphone with one hand, while holding a carrier bag in the other that's holding some of the gifts the WWE Universe brought him during the signing he took part in.

"Can't fucking believe my man Roman bailed on me because of this "hernia" bullshit..." Ambrose murmurs to himself as he stuffs the phone away into a pocket. "For sure I thought me and him were gonna get thrown out of a couple of New York bars tonight..."

Just as he's thinking aloud, his attention gets drawn to the sound of high heels approaching his direction, and glancing over he sees an extremely easy on the eyes sight that makes him smirk. None other than the hostess and interviewer for Ringside Collectables, and the daughter of Hardcore Legend and WWE Hall of Fame enductee Mick Foley - Noelle Foley. The self-confessed WWE fangirl and proud (not to mention gorgeous) member of the WWE Universe is clad in a stylish blue dress with black see-through material on the arms, and her clothing nicely shows off the hot, young blonde's nicely rounded ass and ripe, shapely breasts.

"I was hoping you'd still be around!" Noelle beams with a grin as she comes to a stop in front of one of the many WWE Superstars she openly gushes over on social media. "You are not going to believe this, but the camera guy says the interview we did has gotten corrupted or something! Most of the footage isn't going to be recovered!" She says with a shake of her head but still smiles.

"Tough luck there honey..." Ambrose shrugs his shoulders. "No more than what it deserves when you snuck in that question about my damn dance moves." He adds with a smirk.

"Oh come on, that was funny! And I dug that little wiggle you did..." The beautiful daughter of a three-time former WWE Champion says. "Besides, it's not like I asked you about whether you'd "mastered" any, you know whats, lately..."

"The last thing I need sweetheart is you and your little growing Internet following promoting that dumb "nickname" around any further." Dean says, narrowing his eyes slightly even as she smirks back. "Besides, does your old man know you're drooling all over WWE Superstars all the time when a show goes on the air?"

"Hey! I'm no little girl Dean. That's why I've got my own T-shirt for sale, and why I'm getting to do interviews for awesome events like this!" She replies, placing her hands on her hips. "Sounds to me like the Titty Master is getting defensive all of sudden! Maybe you haven't gotten to Master any Titties for a while?" She questions with a hint of a flirty tone.

"There we go, that damn Titty Master name..." He grumbles for a moment, glancing away for a moment to mumble to himself but out of the corner of his eye, he sees her taking the chance to check him out with a look over and a bite of her lip. Looking back, Dean smirks. "It looks to me like a certain Baby Girl of Mrs Foley's Baby Boy wants me to do a whole lot more than just "master" her damn titties." He says, calling her out.

Knowing she's been caught, she smiles and raises her hands up. "Busted!" Noelle laughs. "Can you blame me? What woman in the WWE Universe wouldn't want to hook up with the Lunatic Fringe? I know I'd love to!" She happily admits.

Taking a moment to now check the young blonde out, he nods his head approvingly and licks the tip of his thumb. "That so huh? Well... Just so happens that my schedule for the rest of the night is clean... How about we see if the fan girl is just all talk, or if she can really hang with a real deal WWE Superstar instead of posting about?"

Her eyes widening for a moment as the offer hits her, a broad, sexy smile forms on her pretty face. "I'd say lead the fucking way Titty Master! No way I'm gonna say no to hooking up with The Lunatic Fringe!" She states with an energetic nod.

Smirking back in pleasant surprise, he gives her another look over. "Well shit, let's get the fuck out of here and see what you can handle..."

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Minutes later in the hotel room of Deam Ambrose, said naked Superstar is laying on his back, his face buried deep into the snatch of the gorgeous Noelle Foley as she's also completely naked, her curvy body on top of his desirable frame as she groans and grinds back, her hand firmly pumping his rock hard and mouth-wateringly long cock.

"Mmmmm! Fuck Dean! You're a... Ahhhhh... Pussy Master as well as Titty..." Noelle moans out with a laugh, looking back and pushing her pussy back against his mouth as he eats her out, sucking and kissing over her already wet snatch with his hands resting on her nicely rounded ass, only slightly spreading them so he can get full access to that tasty hole. 

"Mmmm... Fuck! I knew taking this job was a good idea..." She moans out, referring to the fact that just a couple of hours ago she was interviewing at a convention, and now was engaged in a sixty-nine with a WWE hunk as she turns her attention forward, lowering her blonde-haired head down so she can take his cock into her mouth, groaning again as her lips press down against and around that meat with her hand still stroking over the base.

"Mmmmmph... Mmmmm..." Even with his face right up into that hot twat, the Lunatic Fringe still smirks as he feels his manhood getting worked over now with the combo of sucking and stroking, feeling her nicely soft lips moving up and down over his rod as she begins to play her part in this position, but still able to rock her hips back to work her snatch against his rugged, handsome face. 

"Ahhhhh... Mmmmmph!! Mmmm..." He moans into her pussy as he slides his tongue up and down her slit, tasting the forming juices of the stunning young woman on top of him and having no problem in drinking that sweet nectar down, especially as in response she's bobbing her head onto his shaft at an already firm and steady pace, a sign perhaps that this is far from her first time sucking someone off.

"Mmmm!! Mmmmphh!! Mmmmph..." The sexy daughter of a WWE Hall of Fame member groans around the dick she's taking in and out of her damp and warm mouth, making sure to keep her lips pressed around that man meat as she does what many of her fellow female members of the WWE Universe would love to do. That's sucking on the big, lengthy cock of one of the hottest rising Superstars in recent sports entertainment history, working her head back and forth along his size while getting expertly eaten out by the very same hunk at the same time. 

"Mmmmph!! Mmmmm... Mmmmm GAAAAAAH!!" Showing just how much her infamous "fan girl" social media posts aren't just for show, she's not holding back in delivering this blowjob, pushing her pretty face down further onto Ambrose's cock and making herself gag in the process, a clear sign that she's never handled a cock quite of this size before but in her obviously lustful state she's not going to stop as she continues sucking away.

"Mmmm!! Mmmmphhh... Mmmm..." The former United States Champion certainly isn't objecting to her work, moaning himself as he keeps himself more than busy with the task of dining on her wet snatch, flicking his tongue out across her folds and even giving her rounded backside a spank for good measure, making himself smirk again when he hears her groan from the blow. 

"Mmmmph... Mmmmph!! Mmmm..." Drinking down her juices as they form, he's showing off an obvious talent with his hungry tongue that's far removed from his ranting promos he's known for, and that's to her moaning delight as Noelle keeps pushing back against his face to ensure his tongue is stuck up deep into her box as he licks away into and over her snatch.

"MMMM!! Mmmmphhh!! GAHHHHH!! Mmmmm!!" Another lusty, deep gag escapes the Ringside Collectables hostess as she continues to make the most of this opportunity, moving her mouth down as far as she can onto the shaft of the unpredictable stud she's on top off, causing the head of his cock to smack into the back of her mouth when she takes him in deep. 

"MMMMPH!! Mmmmm!! MMMMPH..." Her saliva trickles down to coat his rod, making her own fingers sticky as she continues to stroke away at the inches she's can't take past her lips that are fighting to stay wrapped around his pole from how often she's gagging, but impressively she's still blowing him with an energetic pace, letting her fan girl nature go wild as she slobbers away over one of her open objects of lust to keep him moaning while he eats her out.

After another loud gagging around his cock, she lifts her head away and spits a large amount of saliva down onto his already sensually coated member, using her hand to stroke that spit all over his tool. "Holy fuck!! I nearly choked myself on that dick!" Noelle says with a laugh, tossing her hair back as she lets out a groan of disappointment when she feels the tongue being pulled back from her wet snatch.

"Hey, it felt like you were having fun, so I wasn't gonna stop you..." Dean says with a smirk, giving her ass another sharp spank before he pushes her off from the sixty nine they'd been doing.

"The fun is far from over yet, Titty Master..." Noelle Foley grins, rolling over onto her side on the hotel bed and raising a leg up, holding it up with her arm. "You going to fuck me now, or what?" She asks, her gaze locked onto the dick she'd just been sucking on as he moves up to approach her.

"Some young blonde hottie wanting to get banged like some damn groupie? Yeah, I can work with that..." Ambrose says with a sly smile as he gets into position behind her, lining his dick up and then pushing it up into her snatch with a firm thrust.

"MMMMM!! Oh fuck Dean!! Mmmmm... That's good..." The beautiful daughter of the Hardcore Legend moans, tilting her head back for a moment as she feels her tight, wet pussy getting filled up with the long cock that a minute ago she'd been gagging all over, and now is starting to slide in and out of her snatch and already make her rock slightly as she lays on her side. 

"Ahhhhh... Just some young hottie? Mmmm... That's all I am to you?" She teases with a sexy smile, looking back over her shoulder at the WWE Superstar giving it to her in this missionary position, feeling his rod plunging back and forth right forward into her snatch, making them both moan as her tightness is made to stretch to accomidate such a size, and he feels her pussy all around his manhood when he pumps into her.

"Ahhhh... Damn straight you are honey... Mmmm!!" The former member of the dominate trio known as The Shield states with another smirk and a moan, slipping a hand around her young, tanned frame so he can give her breast a firm squeeze, a touch that alone makes noticeably moan out louder in perhaps a sign that there's some truth to his Internet-given nickname. For the moment though his focus is on giving to perhaps the WWE's hottest female fan as his slides his shaft in and out of her snatch with a series of stiff and swift strokes, sending his fuck-stick deep into her tight and wet cunt. 

"Mmmmm!! A whole lot hotter than the usual ring rats I've got... Ahhhh... To avoid, that's for fucking sure..." Ambrose adds between grunts, using a piston-like motion to send his member right up into the blonde's pussy that's remaining nice and pleasurably tight all around his length, the motion smooth thanks to both how wet she currently is and his clear sexual ability in using the perfect kind of pace to nail her and still be able to cup and grope her sexy, rounded tits at the same time. 

"Ooooooooh shit!! MMMM!! And here I thought... Ahhhhh... We could be on to something, you and me..." She groans with a big smile, sounding far from disappointed as she more than enjoys the way he's fucking her on her side from behind, starting to feel his crotch connect with her ass as he drives his dick right up into her to really fill her up, causing them both to moan out in shameless delight as her curvaceous, young body continues to rock slightly on the bed sheets from the force and pace of his thrusts. 

"Mmmmm!! Come on Titty Master!! Ahhhhh... Really give it to me!" Noelle Foley commands, a glance back with a lick of her lips as she grips his hand, squeezing it to make him grope her sizable breast harder and making her moan out, on top of the pleasure she's getting from his rod stuffing her pussy full as the WWE hunk firmly drives in and out of her wetness with another series of forceful pumps.

"Mmmmm!! Shit... Looks like Mrs. Foley's Baby Boy's Baby Girl... Ahhhh!! Is a dirty little whore after all..." The former deathmatch wrestler in the indies is showing a far more erotic kind of Hardcore here as he continues to drive his big cock deep into the young blonde beauty in front of him, more than happy to grip and play with her slightly bouncing tits as he fucks her in her tight snatch time and time again with controlled but forceful thrusts. 

"Yeah... Mmmmm!! I bet you fucking finger yourself at night... Ahhhhh... Dreaming of taking my fucking dick like this..." He groans the dirty talk out, letting his fingers slightly dig into her ample tit flesh as he uses the free hand to roughly grab a handful of her long blonde hair, pulling her head back towards his to make her groan while he fires off a series of harder thrusts balls deep into her snatch, making her curvy frame noticeable jolt forward when their desirable bodies connect.

"MMMM!! Oh fuck!! Mmmmm!! Oh yeah Titty Master! I'm your fucking slut tonight..." The host of the Ringside or Riot online show moans with desire in her eyes as she gazes back with gritted teeth, doing nothing to object to the forceful turn this sex has taken as she lives out a clear fantasy to be fucked by the handsome WWE Superstar, especially in such a rough, commanding way which only further makes her wet in her filled up snatch. 

"AHHHH!! Ooooooooh FUCK!! Mmmmm!! Yes!! Like that Dean!!"She moans her approval with a lick of her lips, those balls deep pumps continuing to come and make her rock sharply along the bed she's laying on while her head is made to tilt back by a handful of hair, and her luscious boobs are being "mastered" and groped by the same stud who's moaning himself as he bangs her from behind missionary style time and time again.

"Mmmm!! Yeah, I fucking bet you wanted to be used..." Dean groans as he pulls his dick out from her tight hole, letting go of both her hair and her tit at the same time. "You'd be a fucking gangbang slut if you ever got into a WWE locker room." He taunts to continue the dirty talk as he starts to move up from her.

However, she surprised him with almost a pounce, knocking him back to lay on the bed as she known straddles his muscular waist. "Come on Dean... We both know we're using each other right now..." Noelle states in a lusty tone, shifting back to grind her pussy against his rock hard cock.

"Mmmmm... Well don't just sit there looking all pretty and shit... Show me how Hardcore you can be... And I don't mean the kind your old man used to do..." Ambrose says with a smirk as he slides his hands up and gropes both her gorgeous, rounded tits.

"MMMM!! Yes Sir!" She moans out with a big smile, reaching down to line his dick up with her snatch, taking him deep in and making them both groan when she eases down all the way to the hilt. "Ahhhhh!! Like I said... I'm the Titty Master's slut for the night!!" She states before proving the point as she starts to bounce herself sharply on his rod.

"MMMM!! Awwwww shit!! Yeah... Ride me like a damn whore..." The former Jon Moxley in the indies orders with a moan, his gaze switching from down at his crotch to watch his cock vanishing right up into her still pleasurably snug and very wet snatch before soon reappearing as she bounces away onto him, and up to get a long look at her sexy tits as he does little to disprove his infamous online nickname from the expert way he's playing and squeezing those boobs. 

"Ahhhhh... Mmmmm!! Hot little blonde slut... Fucking ride that dick Noelle!" He groans out, unable to conceal his delight at the way she's briskly riding his long shaft with her tight hole, showing her own sexual skill with the already smooth and steady way in which she's handling his rod, her own moans mixing with his as she continues to get off on not just fucking a top sports entertainer but the way he's "mastering" her jiggling breasts with his educated hands.

"MMMM!! Oh yes Dean!! MMMM... Fuck!! I know you fucking love that pussy!!" The stunning daughter of the WWE Hall of Famer moans as she sharply drops her curvy and tanned body down onto the lengthy shaft of the WWE Superstar she's mounted on, quickly raising up a few inches before she can repeat the motion and make the smack of skin hitting skin ring out around the hotel room they're banging in. 

"AHHHHH!! Holy shit!! Mmmmm!! Feels so... UHHHHH!! Fucking good taking that cock!!" She lustfully admits, beads of sweat starting to trickle down her pretty facial features as she keeps up this energetic pace, once again showing how much the beautiful WWE fangirl is going to make the most of a perhaps once-in-a-lifetime chance to fuck a major crush of hers. From the way said grappler is moaning himself underneath her, her brisk and far from novice riding motion is doing just that as she bounces away, her long blonde hair shaking along with her nicely rounded titties that stiff jiggle even within the groping grasp of the stud she's riding.

"MMMM!! Ahhhhh... Fuck being Hardcore... Mmmmm!! This Foley can get Rated Triple-X..." The stud nicknamed The Lunatic Fringe groans his approval, giving her breasts another deep squeeze as he lifts himself up from the bed, still keeping her mounted and bouncing on his lap but now allowing him to lean his head in, sucking on the left tit and making her moan out loudly as he flicks his tongue across and over the hard nipple. 

"Mmmmph!! MMMM!! Mmmmm..." He groans again but muffled as he sucks on her breast, still holding her by her ripe and sizable chest while she keeps on riding his dick with perhaps an even more determined pace than before as the man declared to be the "Titty Master" by online fans proves himself to be just that, moving over to her other tit and working it over with licks and sucks as saliva slightly drips from the other boob.

"MMMMM FUCK!! Oh fuck yes!! AHHHHH!! Master those fucking titties!!" Noelle yells her approval as she tilts her head back, her hands going onto the back of his to grip onto his hair but still managing to keep her young, hot body bouncing away on his cock with a swift and sharp motion, her nicely rounded butt cheeks slapping down into his thighs every time she drops down only to lift herself up a few inches and quickly repeat the motion. 

"UHHHHH!! Mmmmm... AHHHH!! Oh Dean!! YES!! Mmmmm... Titty Master..." She brings her gaze back forwards with another lusty lick of her full lips, watching the stud known for an almost year-long reign as United States Champion sucking and toying with her shaking breasts while she keeps them both of them moaning away with her riding efforts that keep his manhood stuffed deep into her tight and very wet snatch.




Noelle Gets Mastered



"Mmmmmphh!! MMMM!! Grrrrr..." An almost primal growl escapes him as he captures the nipple of the breast he's been working over in his teeth, biting down on it just enough to cause a sting and from the deep, sinful moan let out by the stunning WWE fan girl, it's been done to "masterful" perfection as he gives her all the incentive she need to keep on bouncing away on his rock hard prick. 

"MMMM... Mmmmmphh... Awwwwww FUCK!! You ain't no innocent little girl Noelle..." The Cincinnati, Ohio-born hunk says with a hint of approval when he pulls his head away from those how well and truly licked and sucked tits, moaning now as he still rides away with a intense pace to pleasure his dick, making him sweat now as well as almost matching his Titty Mastering ways she's putting on a pornstar-like performance of her own.

"MMMMM!! Damn fucking right I am Dean!!" Noelle grins again as she brings herself to a stop on his lap, making them both groan as she grinds back into him for a moment. "I'm a Foley... I love getting Hardcore!" She adds with another sexy laugh.

"The kind of Hardcore that feels a lot fucking better than getting tossed into barbed wire... I can tell you from experience..." Ambrose states with a smirk, using his hands to now lift her up and off from him, placing her down into position on her hands and knees onto the bed.

"Well hurry the fuck up and get back in me then Titty Master!" Noelle Foley demands with another smile, looking back and pushing her shapely rump out towards him. "I can't wait to cum all over that big fucking cock!"

"You know, that wouldn't be the first time a hot blonde has said that to me in a hotel room before..." Dean says with a sly smirk as he moves up behind her, and gives her what they both want as he pushes his dick back inside her and starts to thrust away.

"MMMM!! Oh fuck yeah!! MMMM!! Come on Dean, harder!! HARDER!!" The gorgeous interviewer for Ringside Collectables is already demanding more, even as she takes balls deep thrusts that makes her curvaceous, tanned body rock back and forth in time with the pumps she's taking from behind, even his crotch smacking into her ass not seemingly enough to satisfy her fan girl lust. 

"UHHHHH!! Mmmm!! Oooooooh SHIT!! MMMMM!! Like that!! YES!!" She groans, nodding her blonde haired head a few times when he responds with a hard thrust that really makes her jolt as her tits sway underneath her, feeling her soaking wet but still snug pussy getting filled to the max with the cock of the rugged WWE Superstar fucking her from behind, and the more of those commanding pumps she takes, the longer and louder her shameless moans become.

"AHHHHH... Mmmmmm FUCK!! Yeah... Young blonde fucking skank!! MMMM!!" The former WWE United States Champion moans as he steadily and stiffly fucks perhaps the hottest female member of the WWE Universe, his hands gripping her by her toned and tanned waist, keeping her in position on her hands and knees in front of him but allowing her to jolt forward each time he slams forward deep into her snatch. 

"MMMM... Yeah, you hot fucking whore!! AHHHH!! Fucking take it!! Take that... MMMM!! Fucking dick you... UHHHHH!! WWE cock-craving SLUT!!" He moans out the insults to continue the dirty talk in his own unique to say the least fashion but the shameless moans escaping the beautiful blonde he's pounding away into show she's unfazed and no doubt just further turned on by it as he keeps his member plunging in deep with thrust after balls deep and hard thrust into her dripping wet cunt.

"MMMM!! I fucking am!! AHHHHH!! Oooooooh I'm a fucking SLUT... MMMM!! For a WWE Superstar like you!!" The gorgeous daughter of a former three time WWE Champion moans with desire as sweat drips off of her young, red hot body while she's made to rock back and forth against the stiff motion going into her love tunnel from behind as she stays up in this doggy style position, loving every intense moment of getting fucked by a WWE Superstar she's openly lusted over on social media. 

"AHHHH!! Master me Dean!! MMMM!! HOLY FUCK AHHHHHHH!! I'm your... UHHHHH!! Fucking slut!!" She's able to gasp and groan out, giving back as much bedroom talk as she's getting along with impressively taking every single hard pump that he delivers into her snug and soaking snatch, considering that this kind of intensity would render a normal red blooded woman of the WWE Universe unable to walk straight for several days. Yet she's taking every bit of this Hardcore action as her ass continues to slap into his desirable, muscular waist each time he slams forward to the hilt and sends every inch deep into her twat, making them both moan out and sweat hard as this lustful to say the least hotel room encounter continues on.

"AHHHH... MMMMM!! Damn fucking right you are!! MMMMM FUCK!! My little horny slut... MMMMM..." The former member of The Shield growls again as he shifts his position to a more primal one, almost mounting her now with his body pressing against her as he starts to rock his hips sharply back and forth to slam home into her already stuffed full snatch with rapid-fire thrusts that send his balls slapping over and over into her tanned skin. 

"UHHHHH!! AHHHH!! Fucking! Young! Hot! Little! Blonde! FUCKING! MMMMMM SLUT!!" He grunts each thrust out, reaching under the gorgeous host of Ringside Collectables online shows to once again grope and play with her jiggling breasts, groaning himself as he uses this animalistic position and pace to hammer away into that dripping wet snatch with machine-like precision as the sexy slap of skin hitting skin rings out like a rapid-fire weapon being fired.

"HOLY FUCK!! OH FUCK!! OH DEAN!! MMMMMMM YES TITTY MASTER AHHHHHHHHH!!" Gripping the hotel bed sheets with her hands, there's little choice for the daughter of a WWE Hall of Famer but to take this intense banging as she screams out in pleasure, her head hanging down and her long blonde hair soaked with sweat now as her body rapidly rocks forward as her ass cheeks get smacked into over and over when his crotch swings in hard and sends all of his inches deep into her snatch. 

"FUCK!! MMMMM YEAH! YES!! YES YES YESSSSSSSS AHHHHHHH MMMMMMMMM!!" It all becomes too much for the hottest female of the WWE Universe to handle, as Noelle Foley starts cumming hard on the pistoning cock of Dean Ambrose as he hammers away into her pussy that begins sending a flood of juices all over his length, making him groan deeply as he continues to "master" her titties with squeezes and gropes. Even as she gasps out for breath and collapses down onto the bed, those thrusts don't stop as he gets lost in his own primal pace, perhaps unintentionally aiding her to ride out every wave of intense pleasure she's feeling as he keeps on fucking her, leaving her eyes rolling into the back of her head almost from how amazing it feels to have been fucked by a WWE Superstar stud.

"AHHHHH... Awwwww fuck!! MMMM..." Ambrose grunts as he has to pull his starting to throb cock out of her now dripping with fluids snatch, taking a second to wipe sweat of his own off of his rugged facial features. "I ain't fucking finishing with you let, you fucking hot little whore!" He growls, reaching down to flip the worn out beauty over to her back.

"Mmmmm... Holy fuck Dean!!" Noelle groans, watching him move forward and grip her tits, pushing them together so he can slide his dick between them. "Fuck wet dreams... That felt better than any fantasy I ever fingered myself to!" She admits, licking her lips with a smile as she watches him start to "master" her titties one last time.

"MMMM!! AHHHH... You're fucking welcome Titty Slut..." He moans as he pumps his pulsating rod between her soft and ripe breasts, using her chest to get himself off with after having pounded her pussy to perfection moments ago, and now is groaning deeply as he slides his tool in and out between her desirable and rounded boobs that he's already spent plenty of time groping with over the course of this sexual encounter.

"AWWWWW FUCK!! You fucking hot... Little WHORE!! AHHHHHH..." Groans escape the former WWE United States Champion as he grunts and thrusts his dick in and out of her tits as he presses them tightly against his rod, making the ample flesh grind against his man meat as he works it back and forth into her, the throbbing of his shaft only increasing from seeing the smoking hot and lustful look the beauty having her tits fucked is currently giving her.

"Mmmmm!! Do it Titty Master! Cum all over my titties! Fucking do it Dean! Oh yeah!!" Noelle Foley encourages and soon enough, he just pulls out between her breasts in time for the first blast of spunk to shoot out and actually hit her across the cheek as Dean Ambrose stars to blow his load, gripping his dick and jerking off as the next couple of shots land down onto her tits as she now pushes them up and together for him. 

"Mmmmm... Oh fuck... That feels so fucking hot!!" She marvels with a laugh, her eyes glued onto her rod as he strokes away and sends out the streams of warm jizz down onto her now well and truly mastered titties, his hand work not stopping until the final drops are pumped out and his dick is left going soft, resulting in both of her breasts receiving a more than ample coating of cum to her grinning approval.

"Ahhhh... Fuck!! Turns out... You can fuck almost like a WWE Diva can..." Dean admits, drawing in breath now as he sits on the edge of the bed they've been fucking on.

"Almost? I'll take that as a compliment!"Noelle says with a smile, staying down on her back as she clearly needs more time to recover from a sexual high she's likely never to forget.

"From what I've just seen Titty Slut, you'll take just about anything as long as it's from a WWE Superstar..." Ambrose says with a smirk as he looks over to the worn out hottie.

"Titty Slut? Oh, so you fuck me once and now I get a nickname?" She questions with a playful smirk of her own.

"Since you're gonna keep calling me by that stupid Internet nickname, I might as well call you something. Unless you'd prefer something like slut, skank, young little WWE-cock craving whore, or cum dumpster..."

"Hey! You can't call me a cum dumpster!" Noelle Foley states, propping herself up onto her elbows. "I didn't swallow your cum yet, so until then..." She trails off, licking her lips and not caring about the spunk still on her cheek or all over her breasts.

"Very cute there, Titty Slut..." Dean smirks again. "That your way of asking for me to start hammering away into you again?"

"Well... If you insist..." Noelle says with a lustful smile as she eyes up his starting to harden cock. "Come over here and Master these titties!"

Hearing that request, Ambrose chuckles for a moment. "The things I do for a fan..."

* * *



Noel's House



Authors note: This weekend I had the unfortunate task of clearing out the house of a friend of the family who passed away a few weeks ago. 

*

Noel, along with his sister Renee and her husband Ric were friends of my uncle, and my sister, brother and I spent many summers at their farm, running wild and playing outside in the fields. 

I have fond memories of the two houses, joined but yet separate. We spent hours running up Renee's stairs from the living room, down the second staircase into the kitchen, through the open door into Noel's kitchen, up the stairs and onto the dresser, climbing through the narrow gap into the loft and dropping down back into Renee's house to start over. 

The times I sat in the garden, discussing painting with Ric, explaining why I preferred the muted pastel tones of watercolours (as he did) in contrast to my sister who preferred the bright, vibrant primary colours of oil or acrylic (as Renee did).

Days chasing sheep around fields with my brother, clutching handfuls of mouldy bread that we desperately wanted them to eat, while they, showing an unusual amount of common sense, backed away until by accident we'd managed to herd them into the shearing pen that Noel had been trying to get them in all week. 

Running to the bridge at the end of the garden to wave at the trains passing on the branch line, pretending to be railway children and hoping for an old gentleman to come and save us from imagined poverty and a father who was too often absent. 

All these memories came pouring back as I sat in the passenger seat of the Volvo on our way to the farm, and yet when we arrived it was so different and yet so much the same that I felt conflicting emotions. 

I tried to capture the images on camera but somehow they came out too bright, too modern to say what I wanted, and I'd left my watercolours at home, not realising I'd need them. 

I attempted a brief sketch on paper with a Biro, but although I could capture the scene, I couldn't show the atmosphere of neglect, the smells, the taste, the gritty feel of the dust on my skin, and so, when I got home I wrote this short descriptive piece. 

It's not perfect by any means, and it's not a story as such. It has no real beginning, middle or end. It is purely a memory amongst many memories, a snapshot in time, an imperfect watercolour landscape for the person who taught me that painting in watercolours is about building layer upon layer of thin washes, each completely nondescript, dull and boring on their own, but in combination with each other, creating something special. 

For Ric and Renee, and for Noel, may God love you and watch over you.

***

The track from the station, once smooth and well tended by loving hands, now stood overgrown with grass and pitted with potholes from the recent rain.

Bumping over the displaced stones, the raised centre line scraped along the bottom of the car. No 4x4 or tractor here, just a middle class Volvo estate, complete with ageing accountant and overexcited Collie, and me, of course, sitting quietly in the passenger seat, thinking to myself, this was more than just a months neglect. 

Three houses along this track, the first at the start, where the road was still smooth and well cut, and at the end, the two we were headed for, once a large farmhouse, then split into two separate but joined dwellings for our friends Ric and Renee, and Renee's brother Noel. 

I remembered the last time we visited, before Ric and Renee passed away, the way both houses had been as one. The door between the two kitchens always open, more of a symbol of apartness than a barrier to our running feet. The entrance to the loft another adventure, joining like the lofts in C S Lewis's stories so that we were part of both houses, had access to wherever we wanted to go. 

I knew, of course I did, that things were different now. An outsider had bought the house from the farmer, both halves, although Noel's lease had proved to be unbreakable thanks to the work of my uncle. 

I knew that the houses were no longer the same as my childhood playground and yet still it came as a shock to me to see how things had changed. 

***

We pulled up at the end of the lane, the path leading to the sheep fields now overgrown and impassable, orange plastic now fencing in the animals to hide the way the wooden posts had rotted down to nothing. 

The road down to the railway bridge was barred with a new wooden gate, the sign reading 'private, no public right of way'. The grass freshly mown and neat in heavy contrast to the overgrown jungle around us. A recently purchased 4x4 parked on the verge behind the gate. Clearly the incoming owners had no need to worry about the state of the lane any more. 

Resting on the gate I looked longingly at the bridge as a train rushed past, turning to my Uncle as he climbed unsteadily from the drivers seat. 

"I take it we can't..." I asked, and watched as his face fell. A railway buff himself we'd spent many summer evenings on that bridge, the trains hurtling along below us as he'd tell me and my brother the types of trains and their history. 

"No," he replied heavily, seeming to shrink a little under the weight of memories. "Not any more." 

He led the way, sadly, leaning heavily on his stick, to the little side gate, the one we'd never used when Ric and Renee were alive, when no fancy 'private' sign had excluded us from the garden, when what was theirs was ours and what was theirs was filled with children's laughter and the scent of Ric's cigars. 

Lifting the latch on the rotten post, the small gate dropped down on its hinges and scraped a quarter circle on the ground as we passed, as if the few screws remaining were reluctant to let us through, knowing that when we were done here the whole building would pass to the new owners. New owners who neither knew nor cared for its history, who would tear down anything imperfect or old and replace it with gleaming steel, glass and varnished pine, bereft of scent, emotion and empathy, and turn the old cottage into a sparkling city show home. The typical Londoners country retreat, rustic but with all the comforts of modern living. 

Closing the gate behind us, I lifted it up to hook the latch, feeling the rough, damp wood under my fingers, a sharp contrast to the warm, smooth artifice of the barrier next door. And although the latch was held on now with just one screw, and a screw I had to twist back into the rotting post before it was secure, somehow, it felt stronger and more permanent than the flimsy faux wood newly installed on the other side of the hedge. 

This one had a past. The post bearing the scars of several moved hinges, the rusted latch worn almost through from use, even the circular marks on the dirt beneath it showed that someone had been here. What did the other have? It was perfectly formed, it didn't droop, rot, it would never need altering or repairing. It would leave no mark, no reminder. It was just a gate. 

Dragging myself away I made my way to the front door, following the click, scrape of my uncles unsteady gait, the paving stones slimy with moss and cracked from years of use. 

The fruit trees that had once neatly framed the path had grown wild and now, entwined with vines, met overhead, creating a tunnel reminiscent of Secret Garden fantasies, the light filtering through dimly and casting ghostly green shadows as the trees swayed gently in the wind. 

The front door was solid wood, the frame warped from damp and time, requiring considerable effort to open successfully, dropped on its hinges like the gate so that to open you had to use the rusted cast iron handle to lift the heavy oak and push inwards with force. 

Inside the cottage, the smell of damp dog, dust and neglect was overpowering. The curtains were tightly shut and I turned to open those on the window closest to the door, pulling back in distress as the ageing fabric crumbled beneath my fingers. It was clear that they hadn't been touched in many years. 

Standing on tiptoes I pushed the top of the curtain runners across the rails, unwilling to damage the fragile material further. The daylight fought to get through the trees, bouncing off the dusty windows and alighting on the net curtains, once white but now a dirty black.

Spider webs, encrusted with dirt, covered the window frame, working in from the corners as if the woodwork was a fly to be consumed. 

Reaching out to brush them away, I felt them crack beneath my fingers, hard and delicate with age, no longer clingy and flexible as I'd expected. 

The small movements I'd made had raised a cloud of dust, my uncle sinking into a chair in a fit of coughing, the action causing more dust to be expelled and I rushed around the lower floor of the cottage, opening windows as I found them, my mind taking in the horrific sights before me and at the same time expelling them and painting over with memories, the carpet not black, encrusted with dog hair and crushed insects but white and springy, new as it had been 20 years ago when I last visited. The wallpaper not peeling and stained with damp but fresh, cream coloured with small pink flowers, Renee's choice. The kitchen cupboards not brown with grease and dust but bright sunflower yellow, the gloss paint shining in the sun. 

"What happened?" I asked myself, my thoughts emerging from my mouth in a gasp of pain. 

"He got old," my uncle replied wearily with a sigh, "and he got tired."

Looking over at him, I saw, perhaps for the first time, that he also looked old and tired. And I realised how hard this was for him and not just for me. They'd been friends since before I was even born, both born in the last years of the war, both growing up in a world where you worked hard and you did your best, so unlike the world of today.

And Noel had worked hard, even to the end he was still up with the sunrise, out with the sheep, cutting the grass, keeping the fields ploughed and sown, and when he'd come home of an evening he was just too tired to keep the house as well, Renee had always done that job. And so he'd just carried on with his part and let the rest fall to rack and ruin around him for probably the last 15 odd years. 

I felt a deep sadness, wondering why none of us had noticed how bad it had gotten and I saw my uncle was thinking the same. This was no way to live. But then since Renee had died we'd always met in town, he'd claimed it was the only time he got out any more and that was probably true, but had he also been ashamed to let us see how far he'd fallen, how much he'd let himself get behind. 

And why had we not noticed? Even when we'd dropped him back he'd discouraged visitors, the dog didn't like strangers, he had no milk, all the excuses he'd used to prevent us from seeing the state he'd gotten into. And yet he must have known that we' d have helped him out without a second thought, come round once a week and given it a good clean, or even hired a cleaner if he'd preferred. But he was too proud to ask and we were to stupid to notice. 

This then was our punishment, our shame, to stand here and take in the true extent of the damage caused by our neglect and to always feel regret. 

And so I stood, and I catalogued our failings and filed them away in my memory as a stark contrast to the happy childhood pictures. 

The delicately patterned wallpaper, heavy and expensive, peeling away at the corners and hanging down, the paste strong enough that the plaster was still attached in places, the weight pulling the paper down further and exposing the bare brickwork. 

The dog hair, a thick layer covering the once white carpet until the colour was unrecognisable, encrusted with mud, dirt and dust, mould growing in the corners where the water seeped through, the floor just loose bricks embedded in mud and covered in carpet and rugs, the cottage had no foundations, no damp course and no central heating.

The huge expanses of cobwebs at the windows and around the doorways, hard and yet fragile at the same time, the spiders long moved on to more fertile breeding grounds. 

The piles of filthy stinking clothes on chairs in the corner, threadbare and covered in mud - with no washing machine and no laundrette he wore them for six months at a time before throwing them away and buying new. Only a few months earlier he'd been raving at the discovery of £5 jeans in Tesco. In a bag we discovered a pair, unworn, along with a fleece and t shirt from the same range. 

The kitchen was stocked with only cans, the cooker filthy and with a thick layer of dust and grime showed how long it had been since he'd cooked. Had he ever cooked for himself?

Empty jars stood side by side in the cupboard, the labels reading things like 'plum chutney' and 'mums marmalade', the writing Renee's, the glass immaculate and completely at odds with the rest of the cottage. 

In an old mustard tin at the back of the cupboard we found a roll of notes, tightly wrapped in an elastic band, in the biscuit barrel, below the custard creams furred with mould, we found more money. 

The bathroom was filthy and damp and stunk of urine and mould, although the tiled walls were clean and the shower curtain new. In a rusty tin that claimed to hold shaving soap, we found yet more notes, Noel, we were discovering, had many secret stashes. 

The door in the kitchen that joined the two houses was fitted with several locks and a door handle, the handle element removed on this side. I could only assume that the owner had decided they didn't want Noel to be able to access the other part and so had retained entry from their side only. In response, Noel looked to have covered the door area with a large dresser type cabinet. Solid oak and immovable, at least by someone with my meagre strength. I wondered briefly how he'd managed to place it himself before memories of happier times drove me out of that room and into the dining room. 

Expecting to see table and chairs and dressers bulging with crockery, I was shocked to realise that he'd converted this into his bedroom, a large bed taking up most of the space along with a chest freezer and a plastic dog bed full of plump pillows sat by the window. 

The walls and floor here were in a similar state of disrepair and I noted that as with the front room, there were rusty plug in electric heaters lining the room. Curiously I looked around, searching for a reason, and it took me a moment to realise there were no wall mounted radiators, no central heating. 

Returning to my uncle I asked about this, remembering from my youth that the houses had both always been warm. He reminded me that Renee had always had both Agas on the go when guests were around, then he told me that apart from the power shower in the new(ish) bathroom, the cottage boasted no hot water supply, no central heating, in fact apart from the kitchen and the bathroom in the new extension there was no running water at all. Up until the late 1980s they'd had all their water from the well. 

It had been Renee who instigated the new extension, the water supply, the power shower, when she realised she was getting too old to lug water about and boil it on the stove for baths. 

Thinking back, I remembered the old well, now hidden beneath a rock garden, my uncle told me, and I wondered at how they had survived for so long without modern amenities. But then I suppose they'd never known any different, born and brought up in the cottage that was just the way things were and always had been. 

Taking the stairs up to the top floor, I walked carefully, feeling the boards bend precariously under my feet. 

The damage up here was both lesser and greater than downstairs. It was clear that the three bedrooms had not been used in many years, the office in the attic for even longer. 

The dust was thicker here, the cobwebs larger and more prevalent, there was even one brave spider sitting on the sill glaring malevolently at me. 

Ignoring him I looked around, spotting the hatch into the second loft and staring in amazement that we managed to fit through a hole that small. The one on the other side was much larger, this merely a venting hole around a foot square. Tiny really and a good 6 foot from the floor. 

Up here you could see clearly the way the joists in the ceiling had warped and sagged with the changing seasons, a lack of warmth and care causing them to droop alarmingly and giving the impression that the whole ceiling was just waiting to fall in. 

The sheer devastation hurt my chest and I sat down heavily on the bed, sending up a cloud of dust as my head fell into my hands, my eyes leaking from a combination of pain and happy memories. I just couldn't reconcile what was with what had become. And yet still, if you can feel emotion for an inanimate object, I loved this house. As dank and dark and dirty and decrepit as it was I loved it and for that moment I wished I could stay there, restore it to how I remembered it, full of warmth and laughter and 1970s décor. In that moment I hated the new owner for what they were going to do to it. They wouldn't care about what had happened before, happily ripping out its heart and soul before replacing it with sterile steel and cold glass, ignoring the charm and character they would rip down the wallpaper and white wash the plaster, leaving one wall bare as a 'feature'. They'd put in the latest central heating and combination boiler, turn one of the bedrooms into an en-suite bathroom, replace the yellow Formica kitchen tops with 'rustic' look wood chip or black marble. I hated them. I absolutely hated them with all my being and I knew with all certainty that whatever this used to be was now gone. 

Wiping my eyes I bagged up the few remaining 'personal' items and stowed them in the car. Taking one final look for any more hidden stashes or secret hiding places I exchanged a glance with my uncle. 

Tomorrow the one month grace we'd been given would be up and the house would revert back to its new owners. 

They could deal with cleaning it up and clearing it out. We had everything we needed, the photos, the keepsakes, the memories. 

They'd lived next door to Noel for 7 years, been his landlord for the same length of time, and never once had they lifted a finger to help him, hoping that by letting him sink deeper and deeper he'd choose to leave of his own accord. 

Well he was gone now, they'd got what they wanted, now it was their responsibility to clean up the mess they'd made. 

Pulling the boot lid down I climbed into the passenger seat of the Volvo and shut the door. With one final, longing glance, I turned my head resolutely forward and sat stiffly, trying not to cry. In a way it felt like another funeral and in a way it was. We were both in mourning for the house and the memories we had. Soon, the house would be gone, just another sacrifice to fashion, a 'private' sign on a railway crossing and a 'private' track that only a 4x4 could access. 

But while the new owner had their 'privacy', would they be as happy there as we had been? Somehow, I doubted it. 



Noel's Predicament



Hello everyone. This is my first submission. I accept all constructive criticism. This is placed in the non-consent category, so please be warned. Nothing too crazy for this one, just a small warm up.

Cheers! –orange_fairy13