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Angie Ch. 01

By: bmunchausen



Just another story that came to me while working of Teacher. I will have that finished soon. Thanks for your patience. All comments are welcome.

Sometimes love is so close that no one sees it.

I want to thank Mang0nel, for his help and advice in editing this story. 

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I first met Angelica De Camp, when I was four and a half years old. I was exactly four and a half. I later called her my half year birthday present. She was the first black woman I ever met. At first I was afraid of her, not going near her...she was different.

But as time went by (all of about fifteen minutes) I warmed up to her and soon we were inseparable.

I thought of Angie as a woman because I was four and she was so much older than me, a whopping eight years older. Everyone else considered her a twelve-year-old girl, which was exactly what she was. 

Years later, she told me that in those early days, I would sit on her lap and pet her arm. I would tell her that I wanted to spread her color onto me so that we would be the same. She would laugh and giggle about that.

I think that a little family history would be appropriate, now.

My father, James William Mallory Jr., was an extremely wealthy businessman. He married my mother, Chloe, after his first wife passed away. I think that he really loved his first wife, but they had been childless.

His marriage to Mother was a marriage made on Wall Street. More of a business arrangement than a marriage, Father was about twenty-five years older than Mother.

He got a beautiful bauble to wear on his arm at the various functions they attended, and a male child out of the bargain, me - William James Mallory. Mother got what she wanted more than anything else, wealth and power. 

My father made out very well from the deal. My mother was a fantastic businesswoman who helped my father run his business. She was also very, very beautiful and she still is. She is fiercely loyal to my father and I am sure that she has always been faithful to him, even with all of the time they spent apart. 

Now this assessment may be very cold and cynical, but I didn't reach this conclusion about my parents until I was older. It happened during one of the few times that my parents were at home having a few friends for dinner. I overheard them tell everyone about my birth, and that they had arranged for my mother get pregnant so that she would have me during the slow season. This way they wouldn't have to take too much time off and be away from their business when it was busy. That really got a big laugh.

My mother brought Angie into our home to be a babysitter and companion to me. Angie's mother had died in childbirth; her father along with her grandmother raised her for years.

Angie's father, James De Camp, was a police officer in the city. When Angie was eleven, he was killed on the job. A year later her grandmother had a stroke and was unable to care for her. This was when Angie came to live with us. She attended the local elementary school and went on to the local high school.

To this day, I have no idea what the connection between the families was, but I no longer care.

Angie lived in our house in the help's quarters, the ptoperty manager and his wife watched over her. Mother and Father never went to the help's quarters, however as a child I spent more time there than anywhere else in the house. When my parents were away, which was most of the time, I would live with Angie. 

She had a small suite: a nice sized bedroom, a sitting room and a full bath. 

Most of the time I would sleep on the couch unless I was sad or scared, then I slept with Angie. At least that was the case in the early years.

I did have some family in my life, my grandparents. My father's parents were alive. I was the apple of their eyes. But their impact on my life was limited. They would be there for the big events, but not much in my day-to-day life.

You have to realize, my grandfather (Gramps) was 75 years old when I was born and my grandmother (Gram) was 71. Gramps was rather sickly and Gram was in a wheel chair. She had fallen down a flight of stairs and was paralyzed from the waist down.

Angie finished high school and went on to take courses at the local community college. She was a conscientious worker and instilled a good work ethic in me. She was a very moral person, and taught me to care for all living things and to treat others with respect.

When I started school, it was Angie who took me there on my first day. I held her hand and cried when she was leaving. She was the one who told me to be brave and that I would have fun. 

She would drop me off and pick me up. When I had a school event or was in the Christmas play, it was Angie who would be in the audience clapping and cheering for me. 

Angie took me to my T-ball games and later to Little League. She was the one who would console me when we lost and who would celebrate with me when we won. I don't think that my parents even knew that I played baseball.

She was at my kindergarten graduation, my elementary school graduation and my high school graduation. My grandparents would also be there, my parents were just too busy, or were out of town.

They would always throw a graduation party for me as soon after the event as was convenient for them. These would be gala affairs; all of their friends and business associates were there.

I would be dragged out and put on display for a while and then sent off to 'enjoy myself' because "You really don't want to be here with us old fogies."

For once they were right about what I wanted.

On the other hand, Angie would arrange the parties with my friends. Whether it was for my birthday, graduation, or any other event that she believed deserved a party. These were the fun parties with a dozen or so kids running around the house.

These parties were held when my parents were out. These were the ones my grandparents came to.

"I can't stand all of that noise and foolishness," my mother would groan. 

"I love having all your friends here, playing and enjoying themselves," Gram would tell me.

Christmas was always a wonderful time. The workers would decorate the den. There would be a huge tree that was perfectly decorated. It had to be perfect, because if anything was not right, and mother was home to see it, there would be hell to pay.

Angie and I would decorate 'our' tree in her sitting room. We would go out and spend hours finding the perfect tree at the local nursery, discussing whether we wanted long needles or short ones; a tall tree or a small one. We would look at it from all angles, deciding which side was the best and what side would face the wall - all the important things about a Christmas tree.

We would carry it home and set it up. Then the next day, we would decorate it. We used ornaments that Angie brought from her Grandmother. Most of them were home made. We would make at least one ornament for each other every year. These were the first ones to go on the tree.

We would string popcorn for garlands on the tree. We started this the first year that Angie was with me and continued doing it. Even as a teenager, I would never think of not participating in our Christmas ritual.

Angie and I would have Christmas dinner with my grandparents. Gramps and Gram loved Angie almost as much as I did. She was family. They would buy her presents. She would sit at the dinner table with us. They treated her as my parents didn't.

Don't get me wrong; I didn't hate my parents for not being there. I never missed them. I had Angie. She was all I wanted or needed.

After finishing up at the community college, Angie went on to a local university and graduated Magna cum Laude, with degrees in Management and Accounting. 

By the time I was starting high school, Angie was running the properties that my parents owned. The old manager had retired so Angie took over. She did the inventory, the ordering, and arranging to have things repaired when needed, everything that had to be done in managing the various properties. She kept the books and handled all of the finances involved with running them.

We set up a small office near her suite. It had two desks, as she would do her work, I would do my homework. I loved the arrangement.

My parents loved it. They thought that it was wonderful that this girl from the ghetto was doing such a good job for them.

I will say one thing for my parents; they paid their employees well and they paid for Angie's schooling. They treated them like shit, but they paid. 

I used to get angry at what they (Mother) said to Angie and how they (Mother) treated her. But she would tell me that I just had to accept it. They were my parents and they weren't going to change.

One time, I asked Angie why she put up with them and their abuse; she smiled at me and said, "How could I ever leave my boy? I would miss you so much. Not only that, I could never find another job that would pay as much and give me the freedom that I have here."

This was when I realized that Angie worked here and if she ever went somewhere else to work, she would be out of my life completely. I never brought the subject up again.

As I got older, most of the time it would be just Angie and me in the house. The others were day employees so at night we would be alone.

As I entered puberty and began looking at girls and women, I found that my strongest fantasies were about Angie. At first this made me feel ashamed. But as I got older I realized that I was in love with her.

She was the woman that I wanted to be with.

I knew that Angie loved me, but it was more the love of a mother for her child and not the love of a woman for a man.

This was my secret. I did my best to treat her as I always did, but in my heart I was suffering.

The elementary school that I went to was an all boys school. However, the high school I was going to go to was co-ed. There would be girls in the classroom.

It was during the summer before I started high school that Angie talked to me about sex. 

Now I had taken courses in sex education so I knew the mechanics. But what Angie talked to me about was sex and love.

She explained that sex was the ultimate expression of love. That there was no greater pleasure than having sex with the one that you loved and were committed to. Casual sex was just rutting, like animals; just a search for a few moments of pleasure, which quickly faded, leaving you empty and feeling used.

Over that summer, we had many talks about boys and girls, men and women. I took her words to heart, because I knew that she was right.

I excelled in high school. My marks were excellent and I was on the swimming team (I was tired of baseball). Of course Angie would come to all of my meets and cheer me on. Even if I had a really bad showing at a meet, just seeing and riding home with Angie would make me feel so much better.

"Billy, we didn't do so well tonight, but we are going to work hard and do better tomorrow."

It was never you; it was always "WE".

I did date some in high school but nothing serious. The girls I met couldn't hold a candle to Angie. I would rather be with her.

My parents were very happy about my work in high school. My parents probably knew about the swim team but either didn't care or were too busy to care.

I would hear, "Smart boy... a chip off the old block... must be good genes... the right upbringing."

Well at least with respect to the last one they were right...no thanks to them.

I turned eighteen in December of my senior year of high school. I had applied to a number of colleges and universities. The more accurate statement would be that Angie and I applied to the schools. We spent hours in the office going over applications and preparing the essay and biography.

Most of the schools I applied to were Ivy League. My parents insisted. I was smart enough, and my parents could pay.

I wanted to study science and wanted to go to either MIT or Stanford. My father was happy that I wanted to study science. His undergrad degree was in chemistry (although he would joke that he went to school so long ago that the degree reads 'Alchemy'), so he did not have a problem with his son becoming a bio-engineer. 

Mother on the other hand was not happy, but I didn't care. 

Angie thought that it was wonderful that I wanted to study science.

In mid February, both Mother and Father were at home. They were all excited as a lot of schools were sending out acceptances... and rejections.

One morning during the President's Winter break, I got to the mail first. I had been going down as soon as the mail came in because I wanted to be the first to get it. I knew that if Mother saw a letter from a school she would open it and depending on whether she liked that school, I might or might not see the letter.

That day, there was a letter addressed to me from MIT. I opened it very slowly. Unfolded it and read, "Dear Mr. William Mallory: We are pleased to advise you that you have been accepted into the class of...."

It took a moment for those words to sink in...I got into MIT! 

I was ecstatic. I threw all of the other mail across the table and ran through the house. Not upstairs to my parents room, but downstairs to Angie.

We had one cardinal rule. You never went into someone's room with out first knocking. Angie would always knock on my door and I always knocked on hers.

Not thinking, I burst through the door, shouting, "Angie, I got..."

I froze. Angie was standing in the doorway to her bedroom, having just come out of the shower. All she was wearing was a pair of pink panties.

We stood frozen, staring at each other. Her body was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Her light brown skin was glistening. Her breasts were firm, and although not large, were in my eyes perfect. Her areolas were a darker brown, as were her nipples. She had a slim waist and round hips that went down into slender shapely legs. Her ass was firm and round.

I had never even seen her in a bikini. During the summers she would always wear a modest one-piece bathing suit.

My dick immediately became erect.

Angie was staring at me. "William, you didn't knock!"

I looked into her eyes and moaned, "Oh Angie... Angie... Angie!"

I took a step toward her and then another.

She smiled at me and held her arms out to me as she came toward me.

I wrapped my arms around her as she held me close. I looked deep into her dark eyes. She was smiling at me. I could feel the dampness of her skin. I could smell the fragrance of the soap. I breathed in her aroma and felt the warmth of her body. Slowly I lowered my head and softly kissed her lips. 

She returned the kiss. It was electrifying. 

Then, all of the love, need and wanting that had been building for years erupted into passion. A passion built upon those years and years of love.

We mashed out lips together, her mouth opened and her tongue entered my mouth. My tongue met hers and danced with it. I ran my hands over her naked back, from the tops of her shoulders to her firm round butt. I pulled her into me, holding onto her with all my strength. I could feel my erection pressing into her thigh, as I knew she could. 

I began to kiss her cheek and neck. I whispered, "Angie, Angie, Angie, I love you, I love you so much. I have always loved you and will always love you."

"Oh, my Billy, I love you more than anything in this world. Just hold me...never let me go."

"I will never let you go, my darling. I want you forever, my beautiful Angie." 

Her hand went down into my pants and she took my erection into her hand and began to stroke it.

I lowered my head and began to kiss her breast. I kissed and sucked on her nipple.

She held my head to her breast and moaned. "Billy, I love you, I need you, I want you. Please love me. Please take me."

I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to her bed. I laid her on the bed and lay down next to her.

Once again I was in Angie's bed, lying next to her, not as a child needing comfort or safety, but as a man, who would soon be her lover.

She pulled my tee shirt off and my pants down as she lifted her hips so I could easily remove her panties. We lay holding on to each other, once again we kissed. Angie opened her legs and I rose up and settled between them.

I looked at her and said, "Angie... I never..."

"I know, my love. We have waited and we will learn together."

She took my dick in her hand and rubbed it along the lips of her labia. She was very wet and warm. She then guided the tip of my dick to the opening of her vagina. I slowly pushed into her. I hadn't gone far when I met with an obstruction. Her hymen was still intact. 

I looked at her and said, "You want me to..."

Angie gazed into my eyes and smiled, "I have always wanted you to be my first. My first and only."

She grabbed my ass with her hands and with a quick hard jerk pulled me into her. My dick broke through her and in an instant I was completely inside her vagina. Angie gasped in pain as I broke through. 

I looked into her eyes and asked, "Did I hurt you, my love?"

She gave a little sigh and softly said, "It was the most wonderful pain I have ever experienced. Now we will just go slowly."

She began to move underneath me and I slowly pulled my dick out of her. When I was almost out I slowly moved back into her.

We had given each other the most wonderful gift that a man and woman can give. Our gift was given with a love that had been growing for years.

I had never experienced such pleasure. This was my most cherished dream come true. I was making love to the woman I loved, had always loved and would always love. 

When I was once again completely in her, Angie lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist. As I pulled out and pushed in again, the tingling in my groin began to grow. I knew that I would not last much longer. I was going to cum.

I groaned, "Angie, I'm..."

She said, "Yes, my love, yes! Don't hold back, just let it go."

In an uncontrollable fit of passion I made two or three fast hard plunges into her and then pushed myself as far as I could go. All control fled and my balls gave up their white, hot fluid. My dick began to twitch and like a dam bursting, my semen flooded into Angie's vagina.

When my dick began to twitch and spew forth its fluid, Angie screamed and crushed her legs around me, pulling me deeper and deeper into her body. She grabbed my head with her hands and pulled my face to hers. Her lips attacked mine. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth. The kiss was not soft and loving but a joining of lust and passion.

Again and again my dick twitched, sending forth my seed into her vagina, her womb. Again and again Angie spasmed and shook in what I knew was a powerful orgasm.

It seemed like forever that we were joined in that most pleasurable union. This was the consummation of the years of love and desire that we had been hiding from each other. This beautiful joining was the utmost expression of our eternal love.

Eventually, my dick softened and slipped out of her. For the longest time I lay next to her, holding her tightly in my arms. We kissed and whispered our love.

Angie laughed softly, "Now, tell me what was so important that you forgot to knock?"

I had forgotten. The acceptance letter was lying on the sitting room floor.

I got up on my elbow and said, "Well, it doesn't seem so important now, but I got an acceptance letter from MIT."

Angie jumped up and threw her arms around me. "Oh Billy, you were accepted into MIT, that's what we wanted."

I smiled and said, "Yes, my love, that's what we wanted."

"Did you tell your parents?" she asked.

I looked at her and said, "What do you think?"

She looked down at our entwined legs and laughed, "No, I guess not. You have to get up there and tell them right away."


Angie Ch. 01



"I think that I should wash up first. I wouldn't want them to see me like this."

"Then get into the shower and wash up," Angie laughed.

I got up and started toward the shower. Then I stopped and turned around. I held my hand out to Angie and asked, "Will you join me?"

She got up, took my hand and as she kissed me, she said, "Absolutely my love."

I eventually went up to the library where my parents were sitting and discussing the business and I told them. My father was extremely happy, MIT was his Alma Mater, and now his son was going there.

Mother on the other hand said, "That's very nice, William. But you haven't heard from the Ivy League Schools, yet."

"That doesn't matter, Mother, I have no intention of going to any school other than MIT."

My father roared and shouted, "That's my boy, a regular chip off the old block. Ya know we have to take a trip up to the old school; I haven't been back there in years. It will be a lot of fun."

"Sounds great, Father," I laughed.

I'm still waiting to take that trip.

At this point Angie came into the library. 

My father roared, "Angie, guess what. William here was accepted into MIT. That is my Alma Mater, you know."

Angie really looked surprised (what an actress) and came over to me and gave me a little hug. She said, "Oh William (She always called me that when my parents were around), that's wonderful. I know that you really wanted to go there."

My father put his arm around my shoulder and said, "Lets get some lunch, Son. Chloe are you going to join us?"

Mother sniffed and said, "No, you go have lunch. I will eat later. I have some things I want to discuss with Angelica." Mother did not get her way. Mother was not happy.

That evening my parents went out to a party. My father asked if I wanted to go, but I begged off saying that I had schoolwork to attend to.

"I have to keep my grades up you know, Father."

He slapped me on the back and said, "That's my boy!"

Mother didn't even try to hide her relief that I wasn't coming to the party.

"You wouldn't enjoy yourself with all the adults."

As soon as my parents left for the party, I went into the kitchen and prepared a special meal for Angie and me. I wanted to surprise her. Mother had taken her unhappiness out on Angie. It had been a tough day for her.

I had learned cooking from taking classes in school and being in the kitchen, learning from the chefs that mother hired. I had set up the small dining area that I had built in the workers quarters. I opened a bottle of father's best wine, poured two glasses and brought them into Angie's office. I knocked before I entered.

As I entered, Angie laughed and said, "It's a little late for that, isn't it?" Then she looked at the glasses. "Wine? you know..."

"A celebration, for today I found my one and only love. Oh yea, I also got into MIT!" I laughed. We clinked glasses and took a sip. We put the glassed down, put our arms around each other and kissed, long and passionately.

I took her hand in mine and led her into the dining room. She gasped as she entered. I had set it up like a small intimate restaurant. The small table had a white tablecloth, the places were set with our best china and silver, the wine was cooling in the silver cooler and I had a small candelabrum with two candles.

I led her to the table and pushed her chair in as she sat. Then I went to the kitchen and brought out one course after another. While we ate we talked about school and going to MIT. 

When we finished desert Angie helped me take the dishes from the sideboard and put them into the dishwasher.

We went into her sitting room and sat on the couch. For a while we just sat there holding each other. Not saying anything, just basking in the warmth of our love.

Angie began to softly kiss my face, my lips, my cheeks, my jaw. She moved to my neck and began to unbutton my shirt, then took it off.

She kissed my chest, then kissed and sucked on my breasts and nipples. I had never felt anything like that. I never knew that a man's breasts could be so sensitive. As she sucked and kissed, she unbuckled my belt and opened my zipper; I moved up and removed my pants and boxers in one movement.

She took my erect dick in her hand and began to stroke it. She slowly kissed and bit her way down my abdomen to the base of my cock. She lifted her head and kissed the tip of my dick. She licked the pre-cum that was oozing out. She then moved her lips down over my dick, taking more and more of it into her mouth. Her tongue was caressing me in a way I never experienced before. 

I was gasping for breath, the feeling overwhelmed all of my senses. I didn't see anything but Angie, I couldn't hear anything other than the sounds that my love was making as she sucked me. I was only aware of the fantastic pleasure that my love - my Angie - was giving me.

I was moaning, "Oh, my love that feels so good! You are so wonderful, I love you so much, I want you and I will always want you. You are my life."

Once again I felt the tension building in my balls. I knew that I would soon be spilling my cum. I told Angie that I was getting close. I didn't know what she was going to do.

She just started to suck harder. She was bobbing her head up and down on my dick, going faster and faster until my body went stiff and I grabbed her head and held it to my cock. She pulled up a little, keeping the head of my cock in her mouth and as I began to ejaculate she continued to suck and swallow my hot cum. She kept sucking until I had no more to give. 

When she had licked the last bubble of cum off the head of my dick, she looked up at me.

"Was that good for you my sweet? I wanted to make you happy. I wanted to give you pleasure. Did you like that?"

"That was the most wonderful thing anyone has ever done to me," I replied.

I said, "Now, my love you just lay here, I want to make you happy and give you pleasure," as I kissed her lips.

I began to unbutton her blouse. I kissed her neck and shoulders, and I unhooked her bra. I sat back and gazed at her breasts. I have never considered myself a breast man, but there was something about Angie's breasts that drove me wild.

They weren't large, maybe 28B, but they were round, firm; I might say perky. They were light brown and her areolas and nipples were the color of dark chocolate. I thought that they tasted just as sweet.

I lowered my head and kissed them, first the right and then the left. I took her firm nipple in my mouth and began to softly suck. I flicked it with my tongue and bit lightly.

Angie moaned and held my head to her breast, "Oh Billy, that feels so good. I love when you suck me."

As I sucked her breasts, I unzipped her skirt and pulled it down over her hips. I then ran my hand up between her thighs. When I got to her panties I felt that they were very wet.

Angie lifted her hips off the couch and I pulled the panties off. 

I started to kiss my way down her body, kissing over her flat firm stomach and over her sparse patch of black kinky pubic hair. Angie spread her legs and for the first time in my life I saw a woman's vagina. I had seen photos but never the real thing.

The lips and folds of her vulva were dark brown, almost black; darker than the surrounding skin. The heady fragrance of her womanhood was intoxicating. I breathed it in; savoring the bouquet like a gourmand would enjoy a fine wine.

I lowered my head toward her. I had to taste her; I needed to taste her. With my fingers I spread the lips of her vulva and saw the pink tunnel of her vagina. 

I kissed those lips, moving from the top to the bottom. I began to lick her lips, tasting the pungent juices that seeped out of her. 

I couldn't believe that anything could taste so wonderful. I lapped and sucked which made her flow all the more.

She was moaning and her hips were writhing beneath my face. Her hands were on the back of my head, pushing me tighter between her thighs. 

"Oh Billy! Oh god, that's wonderful...wonderful! Yes...yes, that feels so good," she moaned.

I thought of her clitoris, but not really knowing where it was, I began to move to the top of the vulva, slowly exploring with my tongue.

As I explored I pushed my finger into her vagina. I knew that I hit the mother load when Angie gave a piercing shriek. She arched her back and slammed my head into her groin.

I sucked on the little nub and Angie screamed, "Oh Billy! Oh my love, Billy, Billy! My darling, my sweet darling! Oh my god!" I furiously pumped my finger into her as I continued sucking. Her body went stiff and shook. This went on for a couple of minutes and then she slowly started to relax. She lay on the couch breathing deeply. While she came down from her soaring orgasm, I lifted myself from between her legs and moved up next to her.

She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me hard. She began to lick all of her juices from my face. I ran my finger over the lower part of my face and licked it off. I looked at her while I licked off the finger I had been fucking her with and said, "Nectar of Angie, so much better than anything the gods ever tasted."

She smiled, "My sweet loving Billy, I never dreamed that I could feel that much pleasure. You have given me so much love. Please don't ever leave me."

Then she continued, "Billy, I want you, now. I want you in me. I need to feel you in me. Please make love to me again. Please."

Even before she finished the sentence, I had picked her up and was carrying her into the bedroom. I lay her on the bed, then stood up and looked at her. She was beautiful, the gods that made her really created a masterpiece.

Angie smiled up at me and held her arms out to me. She said, "Come to me, my love. Come and take me again. Make me yours, forever."

As I lowered myself onto her, she lifted her knees and spread them wide, inviting me into her sacred cave. I knew it was sacred ground and I intended to worship there forever.

I took my dick into my hand and rubbed it up and down her vagina, smearing it with her slick wetness. She reached down and took it out of my hand and she guided my penis into her. I pushed into her very slowly, allowing her vagina to wrap snugly around my dick. I was afraid of hurting her if she was still tender. I held still when I was completely inside of her.

I looked into her dark brown eyes. She smiled up at me and rose up to kiss me. The kiss started out soft, but as it went on it became more and more passionate. As our tongues attacked each other's mouths, I began to pull my dick out of Angie then push it back in. She moaned into my mouth and began to buck up into me, forcing my dick further and further into her.

In just a few short moments we were fucking like mad. I was slamming my dick into her and she was pounding her hips into me. 

I couldn't believe the feelings that I was having. It was like my body was on fire. Burning with a passion that I had never experienced before. We were on fire. A that burned with an intensity that surpassed the sun. It was like the fires that consumed the phoenix and when totally consumed, it rises anew out of the ashes. 

The fire consumed us. Gone were the two individuals, they were reduced to ash, but like the phoenix, we rose out of the ashes completely transformed into a single entity, bound together by our love and devotion to each other.

Our hearts and souls were molded into one. We could not exist without each other. Neither time nor distance could ever separate us. Although our physical bodies would be separated, we would still be together.

As this fire raged, I knew that the release was coming. Angie was moaning and babbling, no words, just sounds. She was thrashing under me as I thrust my dick into her. Her legs were spread wide, and I grabbed them and brought them over my shoulders. I was deeper inside her than I had ever been.

My release hit me like an explosion. I screamed Angie's name over and over as I slammed my dick into her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed. She was thrashing her head from one side to the other as she yelled her love for me. She suddenly gave a breathless whine and pushed up into me.

Her vaginal walls were contracting around my pistoning dick as I began to spew my liquid love into her body.

It felt like I ejaculated into her forever. Her vagina took it all and demanded more. After a time the pulses of my dick eased, and as it softened I pulled out of her and fell exhausted at her side. We held each other close.

I felt her shake, like she was weeping. 

"Angie, my love, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

"No, my love, I'm fine. I just love you so much... I'm just afraid that this will never work. I'm afraid that we will be forced apart...I'm so sorry my love. I'm just afraid."

I held her tight. "I know how you feel. I have been thinking about what would happen if my parents found out. But I don't care if they find out they find out." 

I smiled at her and said, "We could get married... will you marry me?"

Angie looked at me smiling. "You know that I want that more than anything else. But we have to wait. You are still in high school. There is so much we have to do before we take that step. But, ask me again after you graduate from MIT."

We lay in her bed holding each other. I started to doze off when Angie sat up quickly.

"You have to get back to your own room." She said

"Why? I want to spend the night with you."

"Billy, your parents are leaving tomorrow. They have a car coming at 5:30 am. You know that your Mother will be getting you up at 4:30 am. If you are not there, it will cause problems."

Angie was right, Mother was leaving for Rome and Father was going to Tokyo. They would be gone for weeks. I think that it eased any guilt feelings they had to get me up before they left and give me a kiss and a hug, and tell me all the things I should and should not do.

I kissed her long and hard. I got out of her bed, and as I walked to the door I turned and said, "The moment that car drives off, I am coming right back here." Then I looked at her small twin bed and laughed, "Maybe you should come up to my bed... it's a lot bigger!"

I went up to my room.

At exactly 4:30 am the next morning mother was banging on my door. "William, get up. Your father and I will be leaving soon and we want to say good bye. Get up now."

"Auh Mother, I can see you in a half hour. Let me sleep."

Her voice became stern "Now William. And I mean now!" 

I got up and went down to see my parents off.

Angie was there dressed in a long robe. Once again, she and mother discussed the itinerary and how to contact them. Mother told Angie to take care of me and make sure that I got to school and stayed out of trouble.

Mother gave me a light hug and peck on the cheek. "Now William, I want you to be good. Get to school on time and make sure you do your homework. We should be back for your graduation."

She gave me another peck on the cheek and walked to the car.

Father shook my hand and then gave me a huge bear hug. He looked at me and said, "My god you have grown up." He gave me another hug and we walked to the car.

I stood at the door and watched as the car drove off into the dawn. Angie walked up behind me and put her arms around me.

I turned and put my arms around her and kissed her. We closed the door, went up to my bedroom and made love - slowly and quietly at first, but soon became fast and very noisy. Afterwards, we lay in each other arms and slept.

Realizing that we were taking a big chance by having unprotected sex, I went out and bought some condoms. We used them until Angie started taking the pill. We also bought a queen sized bed for Angie.

In May, the Senior Prom was coming and I was going to go with a bunch from the swim team. Mother had arranged that I take the daughter of one of her friends. I wanted to back out, but Angie insisted that I take this girl to the prom.

I really enjoyed the Prom. I had known Janice for a number of years. She was nice, and sitting with my friends from the Swimming Team we did a lot of fooling around and just enjoying the party and dancing. I brought her home late and I am sure that she wanted more than the quick kiss I gave her.

When I got home, I made sweet love to my Angie.

Father made it back to the house in April for a week, but both he and Mother were on the French Riviera when I graduated from high school.

Angie was there for me. She took pictures of me with my friends and my teachers. My grandparents took a lot of pictures of Angie and me. No one thought twice about this. She was and had always been there for me. As they saw it, she was my substitute mother.

We spent the summer together, separating only when my parents were home.

Finally the time came when I had to leave for MIT. Leaving Angie was the toughest thing I had to do. We spent that last weekend in bed, only getting up to eat and go to the bathroom. We drove the three hours to the school together. Angie would drive home with a friend of ours. I wept the night she left.

The next four years were a time of joy (when Angie was with me), and of pain (when I was alone, and especially around exam time). But most of the time I was so busy with school work that it didn't hurt all that much.

Many weekends, Angie would drive up to the school on Friday afternoon and spend the weekend. All of my friends knew her and loved her. They understood that we were a couple.

No one ever questioned the age difference; no one ever realized that she was older than me. She was one of us. They all knew that she was intelligent and they figured that she had skipped grades when young. How else could she already have her degree?

Gramps died when I was in my junior year. It was a tough time for Angie and me. My mother and father were at the funeral, but had to leave immediately after.

Gramps left me a sizeable sum in his will, not that I needed it.

Senior year was exceedingly difficult. Most of my time I would be in the lab working on projects that the professors thought up... I think to torture us.

The one good thing that came out of this was that I didn't have any end of the year final exams. My projects had to be completed and the results turned in on the Monday of final week at the end of April. I got my results in the Friday before. I was free. All I had to do was hang out for two weeks and then attend graduation.

I hadn't talked to Angie for three days. When I called her, she sounded terrible. She told me that she was feverish and couldn't keep any food down.

I got home in record time. I probably broke the land speed record and every traffic law in the books, but I got home in record time.

I found Angie in bed. She was burning up. I immediately took her to the hospital where she was examined and diagnosed as having the Flu. I took her home and nursed her, staying by her bed around the clock to give her fluids, medication, and food when she could keep it down. She slowly recovered. 

By the end of the next week she was fine, just a little weak. She was always thin but now she had lost weight and was just skin and bone.

I went back to MIT two days before graduation. I had to get paperwork done and pack up my dorm room.

Angie drove up in Gram's van with Gram and Millie, my grandmother's companion, caretaker, chauffer, and friend. Millie had been with Gram for over thirty years. Gram had a customized van that could accommodate her motorized wheel chair. Gram wasn't going to miss this event, come hell or high water. 

An old friend, George Johnson, drove up with them. George had never married, and had been Angie's father's partner on the police force, and he had attended all of the important events in our lives. Angie was his 'adopted' daughter. He was aware of our relationship and had long talks with us about mixed marriages.




Angie Ch. 01



But when he finally realized that we were in love and completely devoted to each other, he accepted us. He was like a father/uncle to both of us. Would support us when needed and would argue and admonish us when warranted.

I had gotten Gram, Millie and George hotel rooms nearby. George would drive back with Gram and Millie. Angie stayed with me. 

Gram also knew about us. In my sophomore year, she and Gramps had informed us that they were far too old to be fooled by the likes of us. They accepted us and approved of our relationship, since in their words, "Even if we didn't approve, you two wouldn't stop, and we might lose you."

Gramps had a talk with me, about what we were planning. I told him I intended to marry Angie.

"You're going to have a very tough time with your parents, they will never accept what you're doing," he told me.

I looked at him and said, "I know, but did your disapproval of my mother stop them?"

He slapped me on the side of the head. "This a lot different. There are people who will hate you for what you are doing, both whites and blacks. You will both have to be strong, but I think that you are up to it. And remember, your Grandmother and I are here for you both."

The graduation was great. Angie and Gram cried. A group of us went out for dinner and had a wonderful time. There was a lot of eating, drinking, laughing and crying. We had been together through all four years of college.

My friend and roommate, Peter Hackett, was there with his parents. Peter and I had been together since high school, on the swimming team, going to each other's parties. We even shared a limo for the Prom. I guess I could say that Peter was my best friend. 

His parents had lived close to my home while we were in High School, but had moved to upstate New York about two years ago. He was engaged and had asked me to be his best man. Peter and Molly were to be married in October. 

My parents were in London, "It's a very important meeting and we couldn't possible miss it. But we will throw the biggest party you have ever seen as soon as we get home."

We all took cabs back to the hotel. No one was going to drive.

That night Gram, Millie and George went to their rooms. Angie and I had a room on the same floor. When we got to our room, Angie and I undressed and got into bed. I kissed her hard and passionately and she returned it with matching passion. We broke the kiss and I layback on the bed. 

When I opened my eyes the room was dark and Angie was lying next to me sound asleep. I guess I drank more than I thought. I went back to sleep. When I awoke again, it was just starting to get light. However, I slowly got up, not waking Angie. I washed up and made some coffee. As the coffee was brewing, I sat and just stared out of the picture window.

As I sat there, I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders; they slid down my chest and hugged me.

Angie whispered in my ear, "A penny for your thoughts, my love."

I smiled, "I was thinking just how happy I am. Knowing that I love you and that I have all of your love. Oh god, Angie I love you so much."

She came around me and sat on my lap. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me.

"Angie, do you remember when I asked you to marry me? You said 'ask me again in four years.' Well its four years later...Will you marry me?"

"Oh Billy, oh Billy, my wonderful Billy, of course I will marry you. I love you so much."

I picked her up and carried her to our bed. 

I laid her on the bed and opened her robe. Once again I gazed on her magnificent body. If I live to be a thousand years old, I will never tire of looking at Angie's body. She was the most beautiful woman who ever graced this earth. And she was mine.

I took off my robe and lay next to her. She took me in her arms and pulled me to her. I moved on top of her as she spread her legs. I took my dick into my hand and brought it to the lips of her vulva. Ever so slowly I pushed my dick into her. 

I looked at my love and she smiled up at me. "Billy, I love it when you are in me."

"I love being in you, my sweet Angie. I love you, I want you, I need you."

We started moving together, pushing into each other, withdrawing and pushing again. Over and over, loving with our bodies and souls. 

Angie wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. She crushed her body into mine. Her strength was incredible.

We began to slam our bodies together. My dick was a blur as it pumped into Angie's cunt. Faster and faster we loved, rising higher and higher above the mundane, reaching for and finally attaining that pinnacle of sexual pleasure.

I slammed into Angie in a frenzy and she was answering me with equal passion.

I felt that so familiar feeling in my groin. I was getting close and I wasn't going to try to resist it. I wanted release in the worse way.

"Angie...!"

"Yes my love. Yes...! "

I made one final plunge and erupted into her, filling her to overflowing, pushing deeper and deeper into her body, coming in her again and again.

Angie gave a long drawn out shriek and stiffened, her hands grabbed my shoulders, her nails dug into me. She pushed her hips up as if trying to force my body into hers. 

We orgasmed together. We experienced overwhelming pleasure, together. We loved.

Afterwards we lay in bed holding each other. Eventually, we got up and after showering we packed and loaded the van and my car. Then we met Gram, George and Millie in the dining room for breakfast.

As we sat talking about going home and what we were going to do with the summer, Gram said, "Look I know that this is a stupid question but you two are taking..."

I interrupted her, "Gram, Angie has been on the pill for years."

I glanced over at Angie, she had a funny look on her face. Then, I realized that she hadn't taken a birth control pill since she came down with the flu. Neither one of us thought about it while she was sick, and after...

"What's the problem?" asked Gram

We told her. 

Then I said, "Hey, we have dodged the bullet before and we will do it again."

I picked up a box of condoms as we left the Hotel.

In late June, I received word that I was accepted into a fellowship program at the University of Chicago. I would be teaching as I worked for my doctorate. The pay wasn't much, but I really didn't need it.

I would be starting in the last week in August. We decided that we would break the news to my parents when they come home at the end of July. It wasn't going to be easy.

One morning in early July I was sitting on a lounge chair by the pool, reading through yet another packet of papers and forms sent by University of Chicago when Angie came out and sat on the chair with me.

I started to complain about all the forms and papers, when Angie gave me what at first I thought was a pen. When I looked closer, I saw that the "pen" had a window, and the window had a blue plus sign. I looked at Angie; there were tears in her eyes. I took her in my arms.

I smiled, "Well, it looks like my prediction about dodging the bullet was just a little inaccurate."

I took a deep breath, looked into her eyes and asked, "Do you think I will make a good father?" 

"You will be the best father in the world," she wept.

"And you, my love will be the best mother in the world."

I have no idea how long we sat in the lounge chair holding each other. Angie had stopped crying. She asked me what we were going to do. I told her we are first going to the doctor and depending on what she said; we would go on from there.

It didn't take long for the doctor to confirm what we really already knew. Angie and I were going to have a child in mid to late January.

To be continued.

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Once again, I want to thank Mang0nel, for his help and advice in editing this story. I should note that I took some of his advice and some I didn't. So if there is something you don't like be assured it is something that is all mine. 



Angie Ch. 02



Here is the second chapter. I hope that you like it. Please comment.

Sometimes things aren't what they seem to be.

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After setting up an appointment for the next month, Angie said we had to go and tell Gram. I agreed.

Angie asked me, "What do you think she will do?"

"After she smacks us along side of the head, I think she is going to be overjoyed that she is going to be a great-grandmother," I laughed.

When we got to Gram's we sat in the den with her. We didn't say anything at first.

Gram sat looking at us and said to Angie, "Your pregnant, aren't you my dear?"

Angie nodded.

Gram just sat there. Then WHAM, she hit me on the side of the head with the long grabber she always kept next to her.

I yelped and grabbed my head.

Angie looked shocked. Gram looked at her and as she put the grabber down, said, "Don't worry, my dear I would never hit the woman who is ...carrying...my...great... OH MY GOD...I AM GOING TO BE A GREAT GRANDMOTHER...OH MY GOD...MILLIE... MILLIE COME HERE."

Millie came running into the room. She went over to Gram and put her arms around her.

Gram was crying. She said, "Millie...Millie, I'm going to be a great grandmother. Me, who had given up dreaming about ever having a grandchild, I'm going to be a Great-grandmother. Oh god this means that I will have to live a lot longer."

Angie and I went over to Gram and put our arms around her. She hugged us to her and cried.

Finally, when we all calmed down, we sat and talked.

We talked mostly about what was going to happen when we told Father and Mother. Gram was really concerned. Mother could be convincing and if she didn't get her way very vindictive.

I told both her and Angie, "There is nothing she could ever say or do that would ever, in a million years, convince me to do what she wanted."

Angie said, "Don't be like that Billy, your mother does love you."

Gram was just looking at me.

I told them, "When I was in High School, Mother wanted me to go somewhere that I really didn't want to go. I flat out refused. She nagged and nagged. She just wouldn't let up. Finally, I thought if it means that much to her, what the heck, I'll go. Do you know what she said to me when I gave in?"

Gram said, "What's the matter William? Don't you have the balls to stand up to your mother?"

I was flabbergasted, "How do you know that Gram?" 

"Your mother told that story at one of the very few parties your grandfather and I went to. Your grandfather got up and was going to tear her a new ass hole. I pulled him back into his seat. 'Let Billy do that, Jimmy.' I told him."

Angie turned to me and put her arms around me, "Oh, Billy, I'm so sorry."

I kissed her long, hard and passionately.

Gram banged her grabber on the floor and said, "Knock it off, you guys...there will be no sex in the den."

I broke the kiss, looked at Gram and said with a smile, "Now, that's not what I heard Gram."

Gram actually turned red. She sort of smiled and said, "Damn you Jimmy. You always did talk too much."

We all roared with laughter.

We thought about it and decided to call George and tell him. He didn't say anything for a long time. Finally, he said, "Well that is not quite what I would have advised, but what's done is done and I know that you two will make great parents. If you ever need my help..."

Angie and I had decided that we would talk to my parents when they returned in late July... early August...mid August, well...late August. The next time they came home...whenever that would was.

It was the last weekend in August, Angie and I were packed and ready to head out to Chicago. We would be leaving on Monday. We had packed Angie's sedan. We wanted to drive to Chicago together. I could always come back for my car, later.

On Saturday afternoon and Angie and I were in the pool. I was doing fast hard laps and Angie was doing them slowly.

I had finished and I told her that I was going up to shower and change. Angie wanted to swim a bit more.

Angie was just beginning to show. Her once flat belly now had a lovely slight roundness and her face was just the tiniest bit fuller. 

I was completely taken by this change in her body; I thought that she was becoming more and more beautiful, if that was possible.

As Angie swam, Mother and Father came out onto the patio.

"Angie," my father bellowed, "enjoying the pool, I see.'

Angie smiled and said, "Don't want to loose my girlish figure, Mr. Mallory." She got out of the pool, pulling her loose bathing suit away from her belly. 

"Keep up the swimming, Angie," Father laughed.

Mother looked at Angie and said, "Angelica, go get dressed, we have work to do in the library."

As I came down the stairs, I heard Mother talking in the Library. 

"Angelica, answer me truthfully, ARE YOU PREGNANT?"

Angie answered in a quiet voice, "Yes, I am, Mrs. Mallory."

There was silence for about three seconds, then Mother exploded, "You whore, you fucking ghetto whore, I brought you in my home and what do you do? You fuck every one around and get pregnant."

I ran into the library. Mother was standing behind the desk. Father was leaning on the bookcase in the rear of the room and Angie, my Angie was front and center in the room.

Mother looked at me in surprise. "William, get out, this does not concern you."

I slowly walked over to Angie put my arm around her and said, "Mother, this does concern me."

"NO IT DOESN'T, THAT WHORE IS PREGNANT"

"Yes, Mother, I know."

"YOU KNOW???"

"Yes, Mother, I know all about it."

"SHE TOLD YOU, WHY WOULD SHE TELL YOU???"

I looked at my Mother and softly said, "Because, I'm the father."

Silence.

Mother looked at me and said, "William, I know that you like Angelica. But, you have to see her for what she is, a fucking Ghetto Whore,"

"Well, then this ghetto whore, as you call her, is carrying my child, your grandchild."

"No...No...she is not carrying your child."

"Yes, she is Mother."

"No...No...NO THAT THING IS NOT YOUR CHILD!!"

"DAMN IT MOTHER, I AM THE ONE WHO MADE ANGIE PREGNANT." 

"AND JUST HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT YOU ARE THE FATHER?"

I looked at my Mother, and with a quiet voice filled with malice said, "I know that Angie's baby is mine, the same way that your husband knows he is my father."

Mother, went quiet. 'No, you will not do this to me. I want that thing aborted. Do you hear me?"

Just as quietly I said, "Yes Mother, I hear you...but now hear me. We are not going to abort our child."

"William, I will not have this. I will destroy the both of you. I will grind you..."

My Father, exploded, "YOU BASTARD, YOU UNGRATEFUL BASTARD, HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO HER. HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO US?"

He rushed at me and gave me a round house to the jaw. I flew back and landed on my ass.

Father continued, "Get the fuck out of my house, don't you ever come back, when I am through with you; you won't be able to get a job slinging burgers in a fast food joint."

Angie ran to me and helped me up, she was crying. I was rubbing my jaw and staring daggers at my parents.

I took Angie's hand in mine and said, "Come my love, let's go home."

"HOME...HOME...WHEN I'M THROUGH WITH YOU THE STREETS WILL BE YOUR HOME," my Father screamed.

Father was still screaming as Angie and I walked out of the front door and went around to the side of the house, where Angie's car was parked. Thank god, we had packed it early with things we were going to take to Chicago with us. 

At least we had all of our clothes and stuff. As we drove off neither one of us looked back.

I called Gram. I wanted her to hear from me and let her know that we were going to Chicago. Gram was upset, she told me that we should come to her place, that we could stay there.

I said that I didn't think that was a good idea. If my parents found out there would be problems. She said she didn't give a rat ass what my parents thought. I argued with her.

We settled on lunch. Angie and I drove over to her house. We gave her a blow-by-blow description of the Main Event. Gram was furious. She couldn't believe that my father had actually struck me. She was concerned that he might have hurt me.

I laughed, "My butt hurts more than my jaw does. The old man is really getting old if that was his best shot."

She told me that I should keep on using the credit card my parents gave me, that I should use it until they stop it. 

"Take every fucking thing you can. Fuck them as much as you can. If there are problems, call me...grind you into the fucking ground, will they?"

One thing about Gram, she was usually the picture of decorum, the proper society matron, a sweet lovely old lady. Until she got angry, then she had a mouth that would make a sailor blush. And she was mad.

While at Gram's, I called Peter. I gave him a brief description and told him that we were going to stop by in a few hours and to visit before we headed to Chicago. He was about two hours away. I told him that we should be there about 3:00 or 3:30 pm.

He said that would be great. He was sorry that things didn't work out.

After leaving Gram's, we drove to Peter's parent's home. We arrived at about 3:45 pm.

Mr. and Mrs. Hackett were happy to see us and insisted that we stay for dinner and the night. After dinner, we sat and talked.

Peter hadn't told his parents much and they were rather inquisitive. I took a deep breath and looked at Angie. She gave me a slight nod.

"Well, Mrs. Hackett...you see..."

Mrs. Hackett interrupted, "Angie, you're pregnant." It was a statement not a question.

Angie nodded.

"How far along are you, my dear? Not very far from the looks of you."

"I just started my second trimester, about four months."

Then the questions started; "Have you been to a doctor, my dear?"

"Yes I have been seeing her, once a month. She gave us the name of a doctor in Chicago and we have seen her once."

"Where are you going to live?" 

"In an on-campus apartment for couples."

"Are you going to get married?"

I answered, "Yes, we are going to get married as soon as possible. I guess when we get to Chicago."

Mrs. Hackett said, "You can't get married in Chicago. You will be all alone. This is something you have to do with family."

"You have been to our Church and you know Reverend Jenkins. Why don't you get married here? I am sure that Rev. Jenkins would be thrilled to officiate at your wedding. And your grandmother will be able to attend. If she can't get here by herself, we will have someone go down and get her." 

I couldn't believe that I was so thoughtless, of course Gram would want to be at our wedding more than anything, and I never gave her a thought.

I smiled and said, "Mrs. Hackett, I thank you so much." I put my arm around Angie and continued, "We will be forever in your debt. I don't know what to say."

"Just say that you will accept our hospitality and that will be enough." She answered.

Angie stayed in the guest room and I shared a room with Peter. "Even though the cats out of the bag, we have to keep the appearance of propriety."

For the next four days Angie and I were kept apart, during the night. It wasn't too bad as we would always be apart when my parents were home.

We met with Reverend Jenkins and set a quick wedding date, the next Saturday. We called Gram. She was ecstatic and wanted to talk to Angie. They talked for a while. When Angie got off the phone she had a smile on her face.

I went over to her took her in my arms. She said, "Oh, Billy, I am so happy, Gram loves us so much." She hugged me tightly.

The next week flew by, we finalized the wedding plans, having the blood tests, getting the marriage license and calling friends to invite them to the wedding. A UPS package came for Angie and Mrs. Hackett signed for it, she had a big smile on her face. "Don't worry, Billy, everything is fine."

On Friday, I was told that I was forbidden to see Angie. The groom is not allowed to see the bride on the day before the wedding.

That evening, I had a couple of drinks with Peter and went to bed early.

I got up very early the next morning. Before the sun came up, I went out on the patio and watched the sunrise. I wished that I had Angie here with me, to have my arm around her, holding her close. But, today was the day I would make Angie mine. She would be my wife and I would be her husband. 

Today we would pledge our love. We have already pledged it to ourselves but now we would pledge our love before the world. We would bring our child into this world as a married couple.

Christ, I was going to be a parent, a father. I was going to be a FATHER. I guess I was a little scared. What type of father would I be, how would I get along with my daughter or son? All of these things ran through my head. But I knew that Angie and I would handle it. Working together we would raise our child...children (?). 

Peter got up around 7:00 am. We went down to breakfast. Mrs. Hackett had eggs, bacon and pancakes ready for us. She threw us out after we finished, telling Peter and I that we were not allowed back in. Dejectedly, I went back up stairs with Peter and we put our tuxes on.

The girls would be having breakfast and I was not allowed to see the only girl that had any interest for me.

Angie's maid of honor was her best and oldest friend Georgia. They had known each other since they were in Kindergarten. She knew about us forever. At first she wasn't happy about it but she finally came around to see that we were really in love and now she supported us.

At around 10:00 am we got into Mr. Hackett's car and we drove to Trinity Church. Rev. Jenkins was there waiting. Mrs. Jenkins was playing softly on the church organ. Gram and Millie were in front, in the first row. I went over to Gram and Millie and they hugged me.

Gram wiped her tears and said, "My little boy has grown up. You are going to be married and soon a father. Where have the years gone? Oh god, how I wish my Jimmy was here"

"Gram, I wish he was here too, I wish my parents were here, but it's their loss," I said with a sigh.

"They are loosing a whole lot," Gram said as she softly wept.

I hugged her and kissed her cheek and went back to stand next to Peter.

The small church was rather crowded. Not much family, as both Angie and I had very small families. All I had there were Gram and Millie, and Peter's family. Angie had Georgia's mother and sister. But there were friends. They sort of split them selves up, half sitting on Angie's side and half on mine.

As I stood there with Peter the organ began to play the Wedding March. I knew that Angie was in the church. I purposely looked forward, not straining to see Angie. I knew that she would be here with me in a few moments and then we would pledge our love for each other before the whole world.

Finally I turned and looked at Angie, my bride. She was wearing Gram's wedding dress. It fit Angie perfectly, showing off her wonderful figure. It was a floor length silk dress with a lace overlay that had pearls embroidered on it. The top had been altered as Gram is a bit more endowed than Angie.

Angie was escorted down the aisle by George. When they got to the head of the aisle, George, with tears in his eyes, kissed Angie and gave me her hand. He smiled at me and said, "Take good care of her, William." "Yes, Sir," I answered.

Then, Peter, Georgia, Angie and I walked to the altar and Rev, Jenkins started the ceremony. We said our "I dos" looking into each others eyes and gave our rings to one another, "With this ring I, thee wed..."

Finally, Rev, Jenkins said, "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss."

Then for the very first time, I held my wife in my arms and kissed her. It was not the longest or most passionate, but it was the most loving kiss ever.

Everyone applauded and we walked to the back of the church, holding hands. Everyone had to congratulate us and wish us the best. Gram must have taken a thousand pictures, snapping us with everyone in the church.

As we were leaving the church, Gram was nowhere to be found. Finally she came from around that back of the church in her motorized chair saying, "I had some business to attend to."

Angie and I and about 20 of our friends and family went to a local restaurant and had dinner. There was much laughing and toasting and drinking. It was a wonderful evening. Afterwards, every one went home and Angie and I went to the Hackett's and changed. Peter would take the tuxes back in the morning.

It was a tearful parting, we couldn't thank the Hackett's enough. They were genuinely happy having been able to help us. Gram and Millie cried and there were a hundred hugs and kisses. 

Finally, Angie and I left for a near by hotel for our wedding night.

When we got to the hotel and went to our room, I carried my bride over the threshold and kissed her as I put her down by the bed. After getting our bags, I turned and looked at my wife. MY WIFE, the mother of our child, the love of my life, my Angie.

I went over to the bed and took her in my arms and kissed her. What else is there to say, I love her. She is my life, my all, my love, my Angie.

I began to unbutton her blouse, taking my time, relishing each and every movement. I slipped the blouse off of her shoulders and unzipped her skirt, slowly pulling the zipper down the rear and pushing it over her hips to the floor.

I reached around her and unhooked her bra and slipped it off her shoulders and dropped it. She stood there in all of her naked glory and smiled at me.

I took her in my arms and held her close. Kissing her shoulders, her neck slowly moving to her jaw, her cheek and to her lips. Giving her soft, quick butterfly kisses. I lay her on the bed and quickly removed my clothes. 

I lay down next to her and began to kiss her once again. I kissed her face, lips, neck, shoulders. Slowly moving lower and lower on her body. I wanted to kiss every square millimeter of her body.

I mover to her breasts, those breasts that in a short time would be feeding our child. But, for now they were all mine. I kissed and sucked her breasts and then I ever so slowly moved lower making my way across her light brown stomach, where our child was growing, to the dark triangle of nappy pubic hair.

I breathed in her aroma, I savored the bouquet. I was in heaven, and I now wanted, no needed to taste her. Once again I had to get a taste of her nectar. I had been denied my fix for the past week and now I wanted it, desired it, needed it. 

Oh, yes, I was addicted to my Angie and it was an addiction that I would never get over. One that I loved, one that I lived for.

I lowered my head and kissed her nether lips. Luxuriating in the perfume and spice of her arousal. Licking and sucking up the juices flowing freely from her. Running my tongue over and into the petals of her labia, loving her with my tongue.

Angie was moaning and holding my head to her body. She was telling me to love her and that she loved me with her whole body and soul. 

I slipped a finger into her vagina as I moved up and pushed aside the clitoral hood and feasted on that little button of delight. Angie pushed her hips up and held my head tighter to her body. 

I increased my attention to her clit and kept sucking as she went into orgasm after orgasm. Her body shaking and trembling as the waves of pleasure washed over her. She moaned as she held my head to her body, pumping her hips into my face.

Finally, as her body went limp and I mover up next to her. She took me in her arms and held me.

"Oh Billy, I love it when you do that to me. I missed you so much this week, I wanted to come to you and love you.

She spread her legs and I moved between them. I held myself above her, poised to enter her. I just looked into her eyes, enjoying the anticipation of once again entering my Angie.




Angie Ch. 02



Thanks for the feedback on Part 1. Hope you enjoy this continuation. 

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Fathers are such a pain in the ass with all their rules about what times to be home at, how much money you can spend on clothes, potential boyfriends and the tiny scratch on the side of the car. Bad as all of these things are, my Dad takes the prize for biggest pain in the ass. He is refusing to fuck me again. 

In the first part of my story, I recounted how after hearing and watching him and his girlfriend having sex, I started to have fantasies about my Dad. He walked in on me one night while I was, emm relieving the tensions caused by them and it lead to a wonderful day spent in bed. I had played a lot with vibrators and my imagination but had never actually been with a man. Dad had decided to teach me, to show me what my body could feel like. It was incredible and I wanted more, but Dad was being stubborn. I could see him watching me and noticed a bulge in his trousers more than once, but every evening he locked himself away in his study and avoided me as much as possible. 

~~~~~~~~~~~

"How do you seduce a man?" I asked Laurie.

"Are you serious? Who is he?"

"Just someone I met here."

"Is he cute?"

I thought about Dad, was he cute? No, he was handsome. Old school handsome, but his cock was beautiful. My pussy gushed just remembering the feel of him fucking me.

"No, more handsome." I typed back. Laurie is my oldest friend, she was studying on the west coast and we kept in contact on MSN. 

"Wow -- I'd love to hear all about him, but have to get to class soon. Just let him know you are interested -- usually works for me."

I laughed, no, what worked for Laurie is that she is pretty and has a personality that can take over a room. Guys loved her, she is bright, funny and while not slim, she fit Mum's description of curves in all the right places, far better than I did. 

"Or you could always play it the other way and make him jealous."

"Jealous?"

"Yeah, flirt with other guys let him see what he is missing." 

"Oh, does that work?"

"Hell yeah. Remember Jimmy Trent?" 

Jimmy had been a new guy in school, and Laurie wanted him and what Laurie wanted, Laurie got. Within a few weeks he was following her around like a puppy. 

"Ok thanks." After saying goodbye I logged off. 

I couldn't see how I could use Laurie's advice. So instead I did what I had been doing a lot of, I thought about my Dad fucking me, the feel of him in my pussy and a vibrator in my ass. 

My hand snaked down to my pussy and I slowly teased myself to the memory. My eyes drifted closed and I whispered to the room: "Fuck me Daddy." Not for the first time, my soaked hand moved down towards my ass. It had felt so good filled when he had circled it with his fingers. And then the vibe, Oh My God the vibe, the tingle, the ...

I sat upright in the chair, why the hell had I not thought of it sooner? The vibe was in his room, he kept it in the drawer beside his bed. I checked my watch, it was just after 5. I had time. I grabbed my own vibe and headed to his room, there it was in the second drawer down with a large tube of lube. 

Lying on the bed, his bed, I tried various positions trying to press the vibe past my tight ring, my pussy was already dripping in anticipation. There, it slipped in, oh god, that feeling, I lay gasping for a moment before working it in deeper. Oh dear heaven it felt so good as my hole closed around it. I lay back for a moment just enjoying the feeling then I turned it on. My breathing quickened, with the feeling. I pulled one of Dad's pillows over my face, the smell of him and the tingling had me on the edge immediately. But I already knew a much better feeling and I turned the dial higher. 

Oh my fucking god, my body arched and bucked. It was unbearable but in the completely right way. The vibrations were expanding from my ass, running around my body before coming back and all meeting again on my clit. I had a wonderful orgasm without even touching myself. 

The sweat was beading on my forehead, I lay moaning, feeling the next orgasm building already. Grabbing the other vibe, I pushed it deep into my pussy it slid in easily on the buckets of pussy juice. The ears made the smallest of contacts with my clit and I exploded again. 

"What are you doing?"

"Fucking myself because you won't do it."

"My cock is better than that vibrator." 

"Yes Daddy I know." 

I played out the fantasy in my head -- he would walk over to the bed, pull the vibe out of my pussy and shove, ram, drive his gorgeous cock into my waiting hole. He would be balanced over me and as he fucked me, he would be rubbing against my clit. 

"That's it Daddy, fuck me, fuck your girl." 

I was pushing the vibe into my gaping pussy in time to the images. 

"Yeah, Daddy fuck me." 

"Daddy I am going to cum all over your cock." 

My pussy was clenching so hard with the strength of the orgasm that I could barely move the vibe. Daddy had liked it when I had gripped his cock hard. I could almost feel his breath on my face as he had driven his cock hard into me and filled me. I came again. 

I simply had to get him to fuck me again, he had to. 

I was just in the lull between one orgasm and the next when at the very edge of what was left of my mind, I heard the front door slam. I looked at the clock at the side of his bed -- it was already 6.

"Angie?" 

For a split second I thought about calling out to him and letting him find me on his bed, with pussy and ass full of vibrator. But I lost my nerve and as quickly as I could, I slipped off the bed and ran down the hall to my room, the vibe still in my ass although I had managed to turn it off.

"Angie?" 

He called out again. His voice was coming from the bottom of the stairs. Just before I closed my bathroom door, I called out telling him I would be there in a minute.

"Angie, I need you to do me a favour." His voice was coming up the stairs as I pulled the vibe out of my ass. I missed it the moment it was gone. I'd have to get it back to his room tomorrow.

"And I need you to fuck me." I muttered under my breath before going on loud enough so he could hear: "Oh?" 

He was at the door to my bedroom. 

"Yeah I've to wine and dine some clients this evening. Doug was supposed to do it but can't. Idiot left it to the last minute to tell me." He sounded angry. 

I looked in the mirror, my skin was flushed but my eyes were sparkling. I ran the water in the basin. "Just a minute Dad." 

As I walked out he continued: "Anyway I want to keep it social but it's too late to find a date, can you come along?" 

"Sure Dad." 

I could see the relief on his face. "Thanks baby. The cab will be here in 40 minutes." His voice trailed off as he headed to his own room. I wondered if I had left anything out of place. I waited for him to notice the mess and call me. I would go to his room and try to brazen it out, but he would see through me and he would take me over his knee and spank me. 

Where had that one come from? Oh God, my fantasies were getting more and more outrageous. 

"Concentrate Ang, you have to be dressed and ready in less than an hour." I chided myself and headed to the wardrobe wondering what he would think if I came down the stairs naked. 

Thankfully I had every girl's best friend -- a little black dress, it had a fitted bodice but the skirt was soft pleated jersey and moved with me. I thought it a little too short and a little too low cut but Laurie had insisted I buy it. 

30 minutes later after applying some light make-up I found Dad in the living room talking on the phone. He had changed into jeans, a white shirt and tailored jacket. I drank in the sight of him, he looked so sexy, his hair still damp from the shower. He noticed me and stopped in the middle of what he was saying. After a beat he recovered and went on: 

"Doug, gotta go, I will call you if I need anything." He snapped the phone shut. "Baby you look stunning." 

I was stunned more than stunning, the look on his face was was pure lust, it burned bright in his eyes. It was suddenly very hard to breath. 

"Daddy?" I wanted to beg him to please, just touch me. Hug me, something. I took a step towards him but the cab honked and broke the spell.

"Ok, right, are you ready?"

"Yes Dad."

He took me by the elbow and I thought I felt his fingers graze the side of my breast as he did. It was fleeting but still my breath caught in my throat. In the cab Dad seemed to sit as far away from me as possible and stared ahead as he told me who we were meeting for dinner. 

"John and Jonas Brent, they're brothers they set up their own company a few years ago, specialising in high end eco tourism. They're still small but Doug is sure they are going to grow." 

As Dad started to talk about the type of holidays the company specialised in, an idea popped into my head, I could use Laurie's suggestion. Maybe I could flirt with these guys or one of them at least. I would flirt with them and Dad would get jealous and then fuck me to show me I was his and he was not going to let me fuck anyone else. I was beginning a new fantasy when Dad called me back to earth. He put his hand over mine, rubbing with his thumb.

"Thanks for doing this Angie. I really appreciate you stepping in." 

Taking all my nerve in my hands I looked him directly in the eye and said: "I can think of ways you can say thank you." I deliberately let me gaze drop down to his crotch. 

"Angie we have talked about that." 

When I looked up he was throwing nervous glances at the back of the cab drivers head. I knew he wanted me to change the subject, but I ignored him. 

"Well Dad, you did say you appreciated me helping you out, so maybe a little quid pro quo? I scratch your back and you scratch mine?" 

I began to play with the necklace I was wearing it was long and the tip nestled in my cleavage so my hand was over the top of my breasts. I hoped it looked sexy, I knew he liked my tits he had played with them a lot that glorious day. But Dad said nothing and my nerve failed me when I looked up and caught the cab driver leering at me in the rear view mirror.

"Forget it Dad, I am just glad I can help." 

I went back to looking out the window feeling as if someone had let all the air out of me. It wasn't helped when we got the restaurant and both brothers had brought their wives, no chance of flirting at all. 

The food was delicious and the conversation was interesting. The brothers were enthusiastic about their business, with lots of stories about their own travels and what had led them to set up the business. Jonas' wife Sam was lovely, she had been a teacher before giving it up to work with her husband and we talked about what sort of teaching I was interested in doing when I qualified. 

"You must be very proud of your daughter Greg."

I felt like I was being covered in a warm blanket when Dad laid his hand over mine and smiling at me answered.

"Oh I am Sam." He looked at me. "I am blessed to have such a beautiful, intelligent girl." The look from him took no more than a heartbeat but the lust blazed in his eyes again. I saw it clearly before he turned and asked John a question. Not only had I seen it but my pussy felt it. At least he still wanted me, I dammed his stubborn streak. 

Sam leaned into me. "Your Dad is not bad on the eye either, is he single? I've a friend, I think they'd get on."

The jealousy was pure and hot, I tried to damp it down with a sip of water. 

"No, he has a girlfriend. Gabby." I could hear the venom in my voice when I said her name. 

"Oh, such a pity." Sam turned to answer something her husband had asked and I was left to my thoughts. I realised that Gabby had not been to the house in a while and earlier Dad didn't say that Gabby was busy, he just said that it was too late to get a date. I wondered what was going on but it wasn't the time to ask.

I did ask in the cab on the way home. 

"Nothing happened, we just decided to call it a day." 

"I'm sorry Dad."

I wasn't of course inside I was having a party. He just nodded and stared out the window.

~~~~~~~

"Nightcap?" He asked when we got home.

"Sure," as I followed him into the living room. "I'll get them." I poured him a generous measure of his favourite brandy and after giving it to him, poured myself a small gin and tonic. I was heading to a seat opposite him but as I passed, he gently caught my wrist. 

"Sit here beside me baby. Talk to me." 

I sat down on the edge of the couch but he pulled me back so that my back was resting against him, nestled in the crook between his body and the arm draped along the back of the seat. 

"I think to-night went well don't you Dad?"

"Yeah, they are going to evaluate the proposal and will get back to Doug next week." I could feel the head radiating from his body through the fabric of my dress. He was silent after that and I just enjoyed being so close to him.

"I am sorry about you and Gabby, Dad. She seemed like a nice person."

"She was baby, but it happens." 

"Dad, it had nothing to do with," I paused, not sure how to say it. "With what happened was it?"

He pulled my head back to him and kissed the top of my head.

"Not directly baby. Don't worry about it. It had just run its course."

Silence fell again. After a moment, the arm that had been on the back of the sofa curled down and touched my necklace. 

"This is very pretty, where did you get it?"

Accidentally his fingers brushed against the top curve of my breast for a moment, it was just a moment, but it sent sparks through me. He picked it up.

"Sorrento, last year, it is glass." 

"Very pretty." He slowly laid it back between my breasts but this time his fingers lingered and he began to idly trace the curve of my tits as they were held prisoner by the dress. I didn't dare move, but even that small touch was making my breathing ragged which in turn made my chest rise and fall, sometimes increasing the touch, sometimes not. 

"This is pretty too." He ran his finger along the low neckline of the dress. "Not as pretty as these of course." He slipped his finger between the dress and my tits leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He took his finger away far too soon. 

"Angie, we talked about what happened. You do know that it is not that I don't want you, it is just that it is wrong." 

I turned my head to look up at him and his hand moved to my throat, his thumb trailing along my jaw line. I tried to think how to answer any answer that would not make him let me go. 

"I know Dad." 

There were a few minutes of silence before he asked.

"Do you think about it?"

I nodded.

"Yeah, me too. I haven't been able to concentrate. In the middle of meetings there you were. I would think about these." His free hand came up and gently cupped one of my tits. "I think about how they felt in my hands, how they tasted. How your pussy tasted."

He moved suddenly and pushing me to one side, got up. He downed his drink in one gulp and slammed the glass down so hard I thought it would break. 

"What sort of a father am I, that I can say things like that to my own daughter. It is just so fucking wrong." 

The anguish in his voice tore at me but I couldn't think of what to say. He turned to look at me.

"I've been trying to rationalise it, saying it was a once off, I got carried away. But every time I look at you I want you again. Do you know what it feels like to want to hear your own daughter beg you to fuck her?"

I wanted to say something that would make him feel better, something clever, logical and calming. But I said the only thing that I truly meant. 

"No, but I know what it is like to want to beg my father to fuck me again." 

He was beside me in a moment, "Angie, don't do this to me. Please don't." 

"Daddy please fuck me again."

"Baby please. You know I want to, there is nothing I want more right now. But."

I interrupted him.

"But nothing Dad, we both want it."

He took my head in his hands and stared at me. Then whispered: "I'm sorry!" before he took my mouth in a hard bruising kiss. The force of it pushed me back onto the couch. The weight of him on top of me, crushing my tits to me was wonderful. He sucked my lips into his mouth, nipping at them, his tongue explored my mouth and I welcomed it. I could feel his cock pressing against my thigh and it was irresistible. My hands went to the snap of his jeans, he tried to stop me, but I batted his hand away. I found my prize and wrapped my hand around his cock. He moaned loudly and deepened the kiss. His hands went to my underwear and as soon as my knickers were out of the way he pushed two fingers into me, scissoring them open and closed, spreading my juices and opening me up. He broke the kiss long enough to say:

"I'm sorry baby, but I can't stop." 

He positioned his cock at my opening and pressed forward. Despite his fingers and having fucked myself with the vibe earlier, I was tight. I spread my legs as wide as I could but still could not take him all. I felt him withdraw and then slam into me. 

"Oh God, Daddy." 

"I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry. I couldn't wait another minute. I'm sorry." 

He began to withdraw. I hooked my legs around him and reaching up took his face in my hands saying:

"Daddy, stop saying you are sorry and fuck me. I want you to fuck me."

"Oh baby!" 

I tightened my legs around him and brought my hips up to meet him, tempting his cock deeper in to me. We both groaned. He shifted to support himself and it sent electric shocks through the walls of my pussy. 

"Daddy, fuck me, please, just fuck me." I was begging him as he slowly pulled back but stopped before the tip of his cock left me. 

"Open your eyes baby. I need to see you want this as much as I do."

As we stared at each other he stroked his gorgeous cock in and out of me slowly a few times, coating himself in my copious juices and then began to hammer in and out, fast and hard. I was being pushed up the couch with the ferocity of his thrusts but it felt so good. The first orgasm hit when he was increasing pace and the second rolled in almost on top of it. 

"Yessss Daddy, fuck. That's it fuck me Daddy, fuck me Daddy." 

"Baby, Daddy is going to fuck you until you cannot walk." He punctuated his words with slamming his cock into me. "And then I will keep on fucking you, until you cannot talk." More hard slams of his cock against my cervix. I was losing my mind with the strength of the orgasms washing over me, my belly clenching tight with their power.

"I'm going to fill your pussy with Daddy cum, baby, then your mouth. I'm going to feed you on Daddy's cum. You want that don't you? You want to be Daddy's slut." 

I could feel my juices running down to my ass. His words were bringing me higher and higher. I was my Daddy's slut. I screamed as the largest orgasm ripped me asunder. 

"Don't you?" He growled at me.

"Yessss Daddy. Oh god yes, just don't stop fucking me." 

Just as he had done last week, he grabbed me by the waist and brought us both to sitting, his cock driven even deeper inside me. With one hand he guided me on and off his cock, the other he attacked my clit. I didn't think I could have a bigger orgasm, but I did. And Daddy came with me. Deep inside my pussy his cock pumped his cum into me and my pussy gripped and coated his cock with mine. 

I collapsed into the crook of his neck and kissed him gently as we tried to recover. His arms trapped me and held me close, his cock still inside me, he kissed my forehead gently. 

"Are you ok, baby? I'm sorry I was a bit rough but I just couldn't get inside you fast enough." 

I wriggled out of his arms and sat up on his lap. I could feel a river running down my thighs. I took his face in my hands and placed gentle kisses on his eyes, down the side of his face until I reached his mouth. 




Angie Ch. 02



"I have been dreaming about you fucking me like that, just like that. About turning on my big strong Daddy so much that he has to fuck me in the next twenty seconds or .............." I trailed off not sure what the alternative was.

"Or he is going to stain his jeans just looking at his gorgeous girl." Daddy finished for me.

I giggled "Would you have Daddy?"

"The way that dress hugs your body it was a possibility baby. All through dinner I kept thinking of touching you, I wanted to grab you and push you down under the table to suck on my cock. To feel that sweet mouth stretched wide over me." 

He wound his hands into my hair so that he had my head caught between them. "It has been my own private hell, looking at you, knowing how responsive you are. Knowing how your pussy would clench and hold me tight as you came, wanting you so much that I've jerked off in the shower every morning like a horny teenager. I have had to fight myself every day not to touch you, not to drag you to my bed and fuck you senseless."

He kissed me gently, teasing my mouth. When he pulled back, he went on:

"You are such a fucking tease you know that. Flashing those tits at me, bending over, showing me your ass." 

"I was trying to seduce you Daddy."

He laughed at my earnest expression. But then his face became serious. 

"Baby, listen to me. This is wrong. You know that don't you. This is incest." I opened my mouth to speak but he laid a finger over it. "Let me finish baby. Yes, we are both over age, consenting adults and all that. But I don't want to hurt you, I don't want to mess you up for the rest of your life." He stopped his eyes almost pleading with me.

"Can I say something Daddy?"

"Of course baby."

I took a deep breath. "Yeah, I know if other people found out that we would be in trouble. I know out there it is called incest. But in here, it is my Dad teaching me about sex. In the same way you taught me not to be afraid of the water, you are teaching me not to be afraid of my body and what it wants." 

"Oh Angie, your body is incredible." 

I couldn't help a wry smile. "That is the way you see it Dad. Out there the guys take one look at me and see fat. They don't want to be seen with a fat chick. It is bad for their image." I couldn't hide the pain in my voice. Dad pulled me to him and hugged me tight. 

"Baby, first off, get the idea that you are fat out of your head, you are womanly, soft and inviting. They have no idea what they are missing. Fucking one of those skinny women is like fucking a bag of bones. It's all hard and angels." 

I interrupted him with a smile. "But Gabby is slim." 

He looked down at me resting on his shoulder smiling. "Yes, so I know what I am talking about. Baby, sometimes your Dad likes to do things a little differently, to spice things up. And not all women are into the same things. Buyers market." He laughed a little harshly.

"Differently?" 

"Yeah hun I'll tell you about it another time. Right now, you beautiful creature, stand up and take that dress off. I want to see that beautiful body and then I am going to make love to you. Not just fuck you, I am going to make love to you until you can't stand it and I will just keep going."

I was giggling as I stood up and began to open the zipper on the dress when he stopped me.

"Slowly baby, tease and seduce." 

I had no idea what he meant but I closed my eyes and let instinct and every sexy woman I had ever seen take over. Starting at my neck, I moved my hands slowly over my body, down the sides of my tits and pushed them together. I was swinging my hips a little and could feel Daddy's cum running down the inside of my legs. It made me feel sexier than I had ever felt before. I brought my hands down slowly over my waist and hips, bringing them together at the top of my thighs. I gathered up the material of the dress until I could feel it was just about to uncover my pussy and then let it fall again. I bent slightly, knowing he would be able to see my tits down the front of my dress. I used my arms to push them together. I have no idea what came over me, but I licked the tops of them where they were threatening to spill over the dress. I cupped my hands under them to force them even higher and planted a small kiss on each mountain of flesh. I sneaked a peek at Daddy still sitting on the couch. One hand was behind his head and his cock was in the other, he was stroking it slowly and smiling at me.

I turned around and began to massage my ass through my dress, then pulled the skirt up so that my hands met flesh. I went on massaging down to the curve where it met my thighs and back again dragging the flesh with it, I could feel my pussy lips opening. I pulled the cheeks of my ass apart showing him my bum hole. I did this a few more times and each time was awarded by a low moan from Dad. 

Staying with my back to him, I opened the zip on the dress and wriggled it down so that it was caught on my ass. Then I eased my hands between the dress and my ass and slowly let it fall to the floor before going back to massaging the full fleshy cheeks of my ass. I have to admit I felt sexy as hell being so slutty for my Daddy. 

I opened my bra strap and turning around, held the bra to my tits as I eased my arms out of the straps. I watched him as he watched me. His cock was harder now standing beautifully up and out from his body. I licked my lips and Daddy laughed. 

"In time baby, you will taste it later."

I let the bra fall to the floor and replaced it with my hands, my tits spilling out over them. I began to massage them slowly letting the nipples peek out between my fingers as they got harder, scissoring my fingers to make them harder still. I cupped my tits from below and tried to lick the hard nipples. I had never seen them like that before, they were puckered into hard points and the colour had deepened. But I had never stripped and seduced a man like this before. 

Letting my tits fall and bounce, I ran my hands down over my belly bringing them to meet on my mound. From there I pulled my pussy lips apart revealing the moist folds. It was now Daddy's turn to lick his lips.

"In time Daddy, you can taste it later." 

His laugh was in direct contrast to his words. 

"Baby, from now on I will taste your cunt juices whenever I want." 

I shivered at him using the c word as much as at the intent behind the words. I slipped my hand between my legs and gently rubbing back and forth gathered some of my cunt juices on my fingers. I stepped closer to him offering him the fingers, but in one fluid motion he was standing and gave me my own fingers to lick clean. Holding my fingers in my mouth he moved behind me and whispered in my ear. 

"So you are so fucking sexy baby. Can you feel that?" His cock was pressed against me. 

I moaned and nodded as he pushed his hands between my thighs and coated his own fingers and gave me them to suck. His other hand found my clit and began to circle it. His cock was a steel pressed against my back.

"Daddy's girl is a slut isn't she? She loves the taste of herself doesn't she?

His finger circling my clit and hot breath and words against my ear was making me weak at the knees. "She doesn't want Daddy to make love to her does she? She just wants to get fucked. She likes it hard and rough doesn't she?"

I was moaning as his finger circled but didn't touch my clit.

"She needs Daddy's cock in that wet, hungry cunt doesn't she?" 

"Ohhhh Daddy, yes please."

"Please what?"

He lightly touched my clit and I was on the verge of an orgasm. 

"Ohhh Daddy please fuck me. Fuck this slut senseless." 

He grabbed a nipple hard in each hand and pulled them away from my body, pain flooded through me. With the pain came an excited gush to my pussy. I didn't have time to think about it as he began to whisper again. 

"Is that the best begging you can do? You don't deserve to be fucked if that is the best you can do."

He let go of me and stepped back. Pain flooded in as blood rushed back to my engorged nipples. I turned to face him and caught sight of his cock, I couldn't resist it and dropping to my knees took it into my hand and guided the big purple head to my mouth. Oh god he tasted so good. Looking up at him, standing so tall and strong, I begged:

"Please Daddy, your slut of a daughter wants you to fuck her hard." I took the head into my mouth again swirling my tongue around it for a moment before going on. "I want to feel this gorgeous cock in my pussy again, in my cunt. Please Daddy, please fuck me." 

Looking up I pleaded with my eyes as I took his cock back into my mouth. This time I tightened my lips and sucked him in. His cock hit the back of my throat and I couldn't catch my breath. I began to move my head back but his hands were there stopping me. He jabbed his cock against the back of my throat. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes from not being able to breathe past the huge blockage.

"Play with your tits and cunt while Daddy fucks your mouth, slut." 

My nipples were painfully erect and my pussy soaking wet as he placed his hands on either side of my head and began to stroke his cock in and out of me. After a few long strokes he would try and bury it in my throat. I instinctively tried to swallow and that got a groan from Daddy.

"Yeah, that feels so good, do it again. Swallow Daddy's cock." He pushed in deeper again. I gagged but he kept the pressure up. I tried to open my mouth wider to get some air, but he was so wide it was difficult. The tears were streaming down my face. My body tensed and I had an incredible orgasm, my scream was lost on the head of his cock. Daddy grabbed a handful of my hair, pulled me off his cock and pushed me face down onto the coffee table. 

"Get that ass up high slut." 

Positioning himself behind me, he found my opening with his fingers and then I felt his cock slam into my aching pussy. My legs gave way a little and he jerked my ass back up. 

"I said keep it high slut." He slapped me lightly on my hip.

I knelt on the coffee table, my head resting on the magazines I had so carefully tidied this morning. My pussy stretching to take him, he held me by the hips and began fucking me in earnest. Long hard strokes, slamming into me, I was see sawing as he pushed me on and off his cock. It felt amazing and I was soon screaming through another orgasm. 

He spit and I felt something warm and wet land on my ass and begin to trickle down the crack and his finger began working my bum hole, circling and massaging it and then slipping inside. My pussy tingled and I clenched at his finger and his cock wanting to feel everything more. He worked his finger in and out in time with his cock. 

"Daddy is going to fuck this tight hole as well baby. I am going to bury my cock in your ass and fuck you like the slut you are. Fuck you like you will never forget."

He began to work his thumb into my ass, circling and stretching me even more. In and out like pistons went his cock and thumb, and my pussy and ass loved it. 

"Yes Daddy, I am your fuck slut." I screamed as another orgasm let rip through me. 

"Yes you are, I own these holes. Do you hear me? They are mine." He slammed into my pussy. "Daddy is about to let go, where does the slut want it? In her sloppy cunt or over her tits?"

"In my mouth daddy, I want to taste you, please Daddy in my mouth." 

"Then get up here now." 

I swung around sending magazines flying and wrapped my mouth around him sucking him deep. The first spurt hit the back of my throat and slipped down without me really tasting it, but it was followed with such huge spurts that I could not hold it all in my mouth and I felt it trickle down over my chin and onto my tits. 

"Swallow it slut, swallow all of it." 

I gulped as much down as I could savouring the explosion of taste and kept on sucking him, getting every last drop of his delicious cream. I loved the taste, I loved the feel of him exploding, I loved him controlling how deep and how long he stayed in the back of my throat. 

I truly am his fucking slut daughter.



Angie Ch. 02



She looked up at me and said, "Oh, Billy, this is the first time we will make love as husband and wife. You are my all. Come to me my darling, my husband."

I started to lower my body. As my dick began to part the lip of her labia Angie groaned and grabbed my ass and pulled me into her. All at once, I was completely encased in the soft, wet velvet sheath. She was compressing her vaginal muscled gripping and squeezing my dick, bringing me unbelievable pleasure.

She was holding me so tightly that I had to drag my dick out and then forcibly plunge back into her. She was so tight that it was almost painful. The pleasure was excruciating.

Slowly we achieved a cadence, a rhythm that very quickly became a wild frenzied quest for that elusive zenith of sexual excitement. However, our loving devotion and commitment enabled us to reach that climax and we howled as we held on to each other and experienced the greatest orgasmic encounter of our lives.

It felt like Angie was convulsing beneath me as she went into one orgasm after another. I groaned and pushed into her as far as I possibly could and released my boiling semen into her. I felt like I would die from this unbelievable experience. 

But, eventually we calmed and just lay there in each other's arms, kissing and whispering. I have never been happier in my life, lying there in my sweet wife's arms and falling into a deep sleep with her.

The next day, before the sun came up, we left for Chicago. We alternated driving and got to our apartment about 7:00 pm. I carried her over the threshold into our honeymoon suite. 

One of our new neighbors saw me doing it and the word quickly spread that there were newlyweds on the floor. Within fifteen minutes we had an apartment full of well-wishers, all bearing gifts. A bottle of wine, a small cake, some cookies, just small gifts that could be afforded on the salary of graduate students, living on their fellowship allowance.

The evening flew by; we had an absolutely wonderful time. By the end of the evening we knew everyone on our floor and a number of others. My poor Angie had fallen asleep in her rocking chair, around 11:45 pm. The last guest left around 12:15 am, our next door neighbor and his wife. They helped me clean up, after I got Angie into bed.

The next few weeks were a whirlwind, setting up the apartment, getting my classes and arranging my teaching schedule. Busy but wonderful, with my wife, Angie.

In October we returned to the Hackett's for Peter's wedding, I was the best man. By this time, it was quite evident that Angie was pregnant and I was in my glory. The Hackett's had invited Gram and Millie to the wedding. She was beside herself with joy, sitting next to her grand daughter (call Angie her grand daughter at your peril). 

I danced with my wife for the first time since our wedding. It was fun, but both Gram and Angie got tired and we left the reception about forty-five minutes before the end. We stayed in the hotel where Angie and I spent our wedding night. Tonight we just slept.

As the weeks past by, Angie grew bigger and bigger, becoming more and more beautiful. And on January 17 we brought our little Rachel into the world. I say we, because I was there in the delivery room. When Rachel's head appeared, Dr. Williams laughed and said, "Look, she's sunny side up!" Rachel emerged facing up. Dr. Williams had me cut the umbilical cord. 

Gram and Millie came out and spent three weeks with us. They were wonderful. Waiting on Angie hand and foot. Angie developed an infection after the birth and had to stay in bed. Gram took care of her. She also took care of Rachel and brought her to Angie for feeding. Gram changed, bathed and held Rachel for those weeks, Gram was in her glory. "I haven't held a baby since you were in diapers, Billy. I am having the time of my life," she laughed.

We held the christening before Gram went back home. Peter was the godfather and Georgia was the godmother. George was the proud Grandfather. Gram was overjoyed. Great Grandma.

Life went on, we never had any problems with the school or anyone trying to trash us. I guess that my father's threat was as powerful as his punch.

About two and a half years later we brought little James into the world. He was named after Angie's father and Gramps. Angie wanted that so much. Sure it was my father's name, but so what, he was named after James De Camp and James William Mallory, Sr. 

Gram was delighted that we were naming our son after his grandfather and great-grand father. "Being named after those two, he is going to be a handful."

In early May, about six months after Jimmy was born, I received my doctorate in bio-chemical engineering. Gram said that there was no way that she going to miss this ceremony. Her grandson the Doctor. "Oh, by the way, I'm going to bring a date with me."

I laughed, "Gram you can bring anyone you want."

She answered, "I was hoping that you would say that."

The ceremony was impressive, we were called up to the stage individually and were presented with our degree. Then when the applause died down the next candidate was called up. Sure it took a long time but each candidate got the recognition they deserved.

Angie, was crying, Rachel and Jimmy were sitting on "Gammy's" lap. When Rachel was just starting to speak, she couldn't say Great Grandma. It came out as Gammy. Gram loved it and from then on she was "Gammy." 

Gram was in her chair and would drive around with her great grandchildren on her lap. All three of them loved it, well Gram and Rachel did, Jimmy was a little too young to know what was going on.

George sat next to Angie, with his arm around her. He was beaming, his "son" was a doctor.

Gram's date was missing. "He is tied up a little, but don't worry he will be here later."

After the ceremony, we went back to our apartment. We were having some friends over to celebrate, later in the evening. 

We would be in the apartment until mid June. Then we were moving to California, I had been offered a position as an associate professor Stanford University and I accepted it. 

Gram wasn't too happy. "Do you know how long it takes to drive to California?"

We left the auditorium and went back to our apartment. Angie, George and I went back with the children and Gram and Millie went back in her van. Angie and I were in the apartment, putting Jimmy in for a nap and George was reading a story to Rachel. The bell rang and I answered the door.

It was Gram sitting in her chair. Standing behind her was my Father.

Before I could say anything, Gram stated, "This is my date. You said..."

"Yes, I said that you could bring anyone you wanted." I interrupted.

I stood to the side and said, "Please come in."

Gram drove in and Father followed. Millie brought up the rear.

Angie was standing behind me and she said, "Mr. Mallory, welcome to our home." Her voice was flat and bland. George said hello and shook my father's hand.

Millie went over to Rachel and said, "Come with me Rach, I have a wonderful story for you." She took Rachel's hand and went into the bedroom. 

Gram looked at me and said, "You two sit. Please stay George."

I glared at her and said, "I don't want to talk."

"You're not going to talk. You two are going to listen."

"Í have no interest in anything that he has to say."

"I really don't care. But, your father isn't talking, I am. So the two of you just sit there, shut up and listen."

George looked at us and nodded his head

We sat and Gram started talking. She told us that shortly after we left her home on THAT day, my father showed up. When Gram ran out of things to throw at him, he sat down and talked to her. He told her that he had known about Angie and me when I was attending MIT. He had come home shortly before I started my junior year. 

He had gotten home in the early morning hours and just wanted to peek into my room. He saw me sleeping on my back and Angie lying on her side next to me. She had her arm across my chest. We were both naked.

To say that he was shocked would be an understatement. He wasn't sure who to be angrier at, me for taking advantage of Angie or Angie for taking advantage of me. Rather than go ballistic, he left, went to a Motel for the night and returned in the morning.

I remembered that Angie and I were a bit surprised when he showed up the next morning but it was good to see him. We never had a clue that he knew about us. He watched us closely, especially when we thought that he was not around. What my Father saw, was that we were in love. 

He decided that he would let nature take its course. Most likely we would drift apart and be better off for the experience. However, as time passed, he came to realize that our relationship was more than a passing fancy and that our love was real and our commitment was deep and true.

He even tried to sound out Mother. Bringing up the subject of girls or the lack of them in my life. 

Mother would just say that they should leave me to concentrate on my studies and that after graduation they would find a girl that would be right for me. She would hear no argument from him. She had decided and that was that.

On THAT day, when we saw Angie in the pool, he knew that something was different and when she got out of the pool, he knew exactly what it was. Angie was pregnant. He also knew for certain just who the father was.

Mother also picked up on it and when Angie went to change, she told him, "I'll bet that little bitch is pregnant."

Father tried to defuse the situation. He told my mother to calm down and not make a scene, they didn't know that for sure and "Let's not go jumping to conclusions."

The rest of that day is history, the screaming, the argument, the punch.

My Father had been sitting next to Gram silently. At this point he looked up at us and in a quiet, gentle voice said, "I will be honest with you, my dear. You would not have been my first choice as a wife for William. At least not at the time."

"But, when I saw him standing there, defiantly opposing the both of us. Standing there fighting for his woman, protecting you. I knew that he loved you more than anything else and that nothing and no one would ever come between you." He looked at me and said, "I was never more proud of you than at that moment. Even knowing that I would be loosing you. I was proud."

"I realized that, in order to protect you, I would have to make a statement, a very strong statement. So for the first time in my life, I hit you. I couldn't allow your mother to make things uncomfortable for you. I knew that if she thought I was going to take care of you, that she wouldn't do anything. To this day, she has never asked."

There were tears in his eyes. He put his face in his hands and said, "Please, please forgive me."

Angie and I were sitting on the couch, our arms around each other. We were stunned by what we were hearing. I couldn't think; I couldn't speak. I just sat there and stared at this man in front of me, my Father.

He looked up and continued, "Since that day I have watched your life from choir lofts and balconies. I was in the choir loft at your wedding and for the children's christenings. I was in the balcony today. I wouldn't be here except for the insistence of you grandmother."

"It's time that we get everything out in the open. It's time to heal," Gram said.

I got up and walked over to my father. He stood and offered me his hand. I pushed it away...then I wrapped my arms around him in a bear hug and held him hard and close. He put his arms around me and we wept.

Angie came over to us and held us in her arms. We stayed like this for a long time. Then we parted and sat down.

As we sat there, we talked. We told Father about our life in Chicago and how the children were doing. He had been keeping tabs on us, to make sure that we were not having any problems. But, he didn't watch too close.

Now that he was getting older, he was in his mid seventies; he was working and traveling less and less. Mother had taken over the reigns of the business and was in her glory. As he was talking about Mother telling us everything she was doing and the changes she was making, I realized that he really loved her. I now saw that I was more than a little harsh about their relationship. I could see that he loved her deeply. 

Then he dropped a bombshell. He told us that Mother knew that he would be here. She didn't know that he would be meeting us. But then, he didn't expect to come to the apartment. He had come only at Gram's insistence. He would tell Mother when they talked. It seemed that Mother was a bit mellower and although she hadn't forgiven us, she accepted the fact that Father had.

At this point Millie and Rachel came into the living room. I introduced Rachel to her Grandfather. She was a bit afraid of him; my father is a large man. A lot bigger than her other grandfather, "Grandy Georgie".

But, Rachel was happy, "Cause now I have two grandpas, just like my friend Amanda."

My father turned on the charm and within a few minutes, had won his granddaughter over. She had fallen in love with her Grampy. 

As we sat there Jimmy woke up. Angie went and got him, changed him and fed him as we sat and talked. Father was beside himself with joy as he held Jimmy for the first time. His Grandson, who had his name. No matter that Angie's father and his own father had that name; his grandson had his name. 

The rest of the evening was very enjoyable. I introduced my Father to all of our friends and they loved him.

When Father turned on the charm, it was impossible not to like him. And tonight he was charming.

George had to leave the next day but my Father, now "Dad" stayed until the middle of the week. We toured Chicago, seeing the sights and enjoying the warm weather. On the Wednesday following graduation, Dad, Gram and Millie left. There were tears, hugs, tears, kisses and tears. Rachel didn't want to let her Grampy and Gammy go. And they didn't want to let their grand children go.

Just before he left, Dad and I talked. He told me that he had talked with my Mother and she wasn't angry about his decision to stay with us. "If that's what you want James, its okay with me. Not that I could have stopped you anyway," she laughed.

"Will," he said, (He never liked Billy or Bill) I think that your Mother is getting a little mellower. Given some time I think that she will accept this. That is if you would be willing to accept her."

"Dad, it will be hard, but I think that it could work."

He asked if it would be okay if he were to visit, as he had a lot of time on his hands now that he wasn't spending that much time with the business. We told him that he was always welcome.

I probably spent more time talking with him in those few days than I did for most of my life. I finally got to know him. I had tears in my eyes when he left. As he was getting into Gram's van, to go home, I looked at him and said, "You know, Dad, I always wondered about that punch." He quietly laughed and said, "Had to make look good without causing too much damage."

Angie and I started to pack our things, but did it slowly. We had a month before we had to vacate the apartment.

Two weeks after the graduation ceremony, we received a call from Gram. My father suffered a serious heart attack. He was in ICU at the hospital. I told her we would be on the next plane home.

We threw some things in a bag, packed up the kids and caught the first plane out of O'Hare. We went straight to the hospital from the airport. Millie was waiting by the information desk for us. She took the car seat that Jimmy was sleeping in and sat with Rachel, reading and telling stories.

Angie and I went up to Intensive Care. As no one was in the room with him, the nurse let Angie and I go in to see him. There must have been a hundred tubes going into him and about a thousand wires hooked to every part of his body. He looked pale and his face was shrunken.

I took his hand in mine and whispered, "Dad, Angie and I are here with you. Dad, we love you and your grand daughter wants her Grampy to get better." 

I felt a slight squeeze on my hand. It looked like he was going to say something, but couldn't. Angie softly said, "It's okay Dad, we know and we all love you." The nurse told us we had to go, as they didn't want to tire him too much.

We went out to the waiting room; Mother was sitting there with Gram. When we walked in, Mother got up and came over to us and gave both of us a peck on the cheek. William, Angelica it's good to see you both, you look well. The Children?"

"They are down in the lobby with Millie, James is sleeping and Rachel is probably falling asleep on Millie's lap," Angie answered.

"You look wonderful, Mother," I answered. She did; even being so tired and worn out, she looked beautiful.

We went over to Gram and got hugs and kisses. We sat and Mother told us that the day before yesterday, Father was not feeling well. Mother told him to go to the doctor, but he refused. Then yesterday morning, he was in real pain so Mother called 911 and he was rushed to the hospital.

As she was telling us about the day, Dad's cardiologist came in. After ascertaining who he was talking, he told us the bad news and the good news. The bad news was that the heart attack was very serious; the good news was that it didn't cause as much damage as they expected. And that it appeared that he was on the way to recovery. It would take time but with proper care he would be almost good as he was.

After talking to us for a while, he turned to Mother and said, "Why don't you go in to see him again and say good night, for everyone. He should get as much rest as possible. Don't come back before 2:00 o'clock tomorrow afternoon, as that is the time the ICU has visitation again. Stay home, I don't want you running your selves down by sitting in the waiting room all day."

When Mother went to say good night to Dad, Gram told us how things were with Mother. She said that Mother was a bit apprehensive about seeing us and that she might ask us to stay at the house. Gram said that if she asks, we go. "I know that it will be a bit awkward, but she needs you now."

Angie hugged me close and I said, "Okay, Gram."

Mother came out of the unit and she was weeping. She quickly composed herself and we walked to the elevator. As we waited for it to get to the floor, Mother asked where we would be staying. I answered that I really hadn't thought about it. 

She said, "William, Why don't you, Angelica and the children stay at the house? I am sure that Rachel would like to see where her Daddy grew up."

Angie said, "Thank you, Mrs. Mallory. We would like that."

When we got too the lobby, Mother met her grandchildren for the first time. Jimmy was sleeping and Rachel just wanted Mommy. I thought I saw Mother tear up, but wasn't sure.

We all got into Gram's van and we headed to the house. I drove. When we arrived we kissed Gram and Millie and they went home. I had put the bags inside and we carried the sleeping children up to my old bedroom. Mother had a crib and a small bed in the room for Rachel and Jimmy.

"I had hoped that you would stay and I thought that it would be best to have them here, so when they wake up in a strange place their parents will be close."

"Thank you, Mother, that was very thoughtful," I answered.

"Why don't you two get the children into bed and settle in, I have some things I have to look into."

Angie and I got the children changed and in bed. As Angie wanted to wash up, I went down to the library where I knew Mother would be.

I walked in and saw Mother sitting at the desk with her head in her hands. She looked up at me when I walked in. I could see that she had been crying.

She got up and started to tell me what she was doing. There was a slight quiver in her voice and it was obvious that she was fighting to stay in control.




Angie Ch. 02



Then all of a sudden Mother's shoulders started to shake and she just broke down. I went over to her and took her in my arms. She just slumped into me and wept, "What am I going to do? I can't lose him, he is my life, my world. I can't go on without him."

"Oh, William, William, I am so afraid. What will I do if I lose him?"

I held her tight and said softly, "You will see he is going to be all right. You are not going to lose him. He will be home soon."

My Mother put her arms around me and wept into my shoulder. I had never seen her like this. The iron woman was in reality just flesh and bone. 

It then dawned on me that I had been completely wrong about my Mother and Father's relationship. They really loved each other deeply. Maybe so deeply, that there was just no room for anyone else. If they had each other they didn't need or want anyone or anything else. 

I stood there for a long time, holding my mother and saying those things we say to someone who is hurting. Eventually she stopped weeping, but she kept holding me, resting her head on my shoulder. She didn't let go even when Angie came into the library. 

Angie came over to us and put her hand on Mother's shoulder. Mother turned and looked at Angie. Then she wrapped her arms around Angie and held her tight.

They stood there holding each other for a long time. They parted and Mother said in a soft voice, "Thank you for being here. Thank you for being here for me. I know that I don't deserve it, but thank you."

Angie in an equally soft voice said, "We do love you, Mother."

Mother looked at Angie and asked, "Why?"

"You brought us together."

"Yes, I did do that, but..."

"No buts, just know that we do love you."

Mother gave a small smile and whispered, "Thank you." Then she turned and went up the stairs to bed.

We watched Mother go up the stairs and then I took Angie in my arms and kissed her. I took her hand and we walked down to Angie's old room.

We went in and stood there looking at the place where we first made love. I took Angie in my arms and kissed her. I then picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, as I did so many years ago.

I lay her in the bed. Angie smiled up at me and said, "Oh god Billy, I need you so much."

All of a sudden I had to have her and I wanted her now. Angie began to tear my shirt off and I ripped the blouse off of her. We were in a frenzy, tearing the clothes off of each other. Finally we were both naked. I looked at her and marveled at her beauty. This married woman, mother of two was the most beautiful woman in the world.

She held her arms out to me and I came to her. We kissed, mouths, open tongues wrestling. My hands were all over her body. I wanted to devour her. I needed her, now.

She spread her legs and grabbed my dick and pulled me into her. I rammed myself into her vagina. No gentleness, no finesse, just pure unadulterated lust. I wanted this woman and she wanted me.

Angie wrapped her legs around my hips and began to slam her body into mine. We were like animals, animals rutting, animals fucking. No softness, just wild fucking, slamming our bodies into each other. We screamed out our lust, our passion...our love. I exploded into her. Filling her with my cum. She was crying out my name, telling me to love her, to love her forever.

I answered with vows of eternal love and passion.

Finally, we slowed and came to a panting quite. We lay in each others arms and just held one another. We were sated.

Not thinking, we fell asleep.

I was woken by Angie shaking me. "Billy, the children!"

The sun was up, I bolted out of bed and we ran up stairs and as we got to the main floor we heard Rachel laughing and Mother giggling. I don't remember ever hearing Mother giggle before.

We went into the dining room and saw Mother, Rachel and James sitting at the dining room table having breakfast. Mother looked up at us and said, "Oh look children, your parents are up, finally." 

Rachel looked and yelled, "MAMA."

Jimmy just screamed.

Mother smiled and said, "When I saw you two go toward Angie's suite, I had the feeling that you might be there for a while I thought it best to sleep in your room, William. So, I was there when my grandchildren woke up."

"We have had a wonderful breakfast. Would you like something? Eggs benedict, steak and eggs, just name it. Then you two can go to the kitchen and make it while I sit here and play with my grandchildren," she laughed.

I gaped, never before had I seen my Mother like this. Laughing and giggling, loving as much as she was.

Mother looked at me and as she smiled she shrugged and said, "What can I say, this is what grandchildren do to you."

Angie and I went into the kitchen and made ourselves breakfast, eating it with our children and their grandmother.

Gram and Millie showed up at around 11:00 am. I was in the pool with Rachel and Angie. Mother was sitting poolside with Jimmy on her lap. When Rachel saw Gammy she rushed out of the pool and ran to her, sitting on her lap leaving a huge wet spot where she had sat on Gammy's lap. 

After a while we got out of the pool and made lunch. At 1:30 pm we all got in Gram's van and went to the hospital. 

It was amazing, what a day can do. Dad was sitting up and looking so much better. Realize, he still looked like death warmed over, but that was a hundred percent better than he looked last night.

They let his grand children come in the ward. Rachel was so happy to see her Grampy and Grampy was so happy to have his grand children with him.

George and Georgia come to the house to visit and find out about Dad. They didn't come to the hospital. "We can't make it a circus, you and the children will give him all the love and excitement he can take."

Far too soon the nurse made us leave, but we promised to return tomorrow. Mother stayed a little longer to say goodbye.

Dad was home before we went back to Chicago. We still had to pack to go to Stamford.

The drive to California was long and wonderful. We took our time stopping at scenic points and just about every local point of interest on the way.

We were constantly talking to Dad and "Mom". Dad was getting stronger every day and was just chomping at the bit to come to California to visit. But Mom was taking care of him and making sure that he was taking it one step at a time and that he was doing the things that he had to do.

Three months after we settled in California, Angie was pregnant again. We were having another girl, Angie wanted to name her Chloe.

Mother was beside herself with happiness. How could I argue with that? Our little Chloe is beautiful and her grandma is nuts about her.

We are happy. We have grand parents and a "Gammy", always available. Things are good and we are happy.

I am in love with the most beautiful woman in the world.

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