The Rock
7 Handfasting
WE HAD A GREAT TIME. After dinner, Dad led us all out to the fire pit. He must have taken the whole day off because there was a new addition. He had a kind of tent like thing set up that looked like a Navajo hogan. He’d slipped out earlier to light the fire and it was blazing when we got out there. We just sat around for a while telling stories about how life was going after the first full month of school. The guys were excited about basketball season coming up and were bummed that my class schedule wouldn’t let me be on the team.
Then Dad took a shovel and broke the fire apart a bit so that he could reach the stones that he’d put under the wood. He shoveled them up and carried them to the Hogan. Once he had a bunch in there and built the fire up again, he started taking off his clothes.
“Well, strip, guys,” he said. Mr. Cortales was already down to his skivvies. “You can’t enjoy a sweat lodge if you’ve got clothes on.” Then he crawled into the lodge followed by Sly. I shrugged and stripped out of my clothes. The other guys followed suit. I wasn’t sure if Lionel was even going to fit in the little lodge but eventually we were all crammed inside and it didn’t take long to start sweating.
“This is good, Hayden,” Sly said. “They will be so focused on how uncomfortable they are they won’t hear a thing we say.”
“You caught me,” Dad said. “Men, this is an opportunity for the elders of the tribe to pass on words of wisdom to the young bucks.”
“Are we a tribe now?” Carl asked. “Maybe that’s all the associated relatives of the clan.”
“I could work with that,” I said.
“Hush, young ones,” Dad said. “We are here to pass on our wisdom and knowledge in dealing with our women.”
“Wait,” Sly said. “I thought we were here to learn how to deal with our women. Don’t these guys have the answers?” We all laughed.
“The only thing I’ve learned so far is to do what I’m told,” I said.
“No kidding,” Doug added.
“Well, our work is done, Sly,” Dad said. “That’s the only bit of wisdom I had to pass on.”
“In a way, you’ve got it right, Brian,” Sly said. “There’s no sense in arguing with your women over daily things. If they want to go somewhere, you take them. If they want to dance, you dance. If they want the furniture moved, you get thankful that time only comes once a month and then move the furniture.”
“Still, your wives need to know that you aren’t a doormat,” Dad said. “I know I said ‘wives.’ Every one of you young men has experience with partners. You might not be intimate with all of them—or you might, for all I know. But the thing is that there will come a time when your partner will look to you for a decision.”
“She might not think she is,” Sly continued. “She might simply be making a decision that is so disastrous that you have to intervene. That means you always have to be aware of your surroundings. My dear wife and I agreed before we had children that we would do what was best for them. But when it came time for Samantha to declare her love, her mother was more ruled by convention than by what was good for her daughter. I had to step in.”
“If your child is running out in front of a bus, you save the child. You don’t wait for your spouse to give the command or the okay. And if she says ‘he has to learn,’ you save the child anyway,” Dad said.
“None of you young men have children yet—so far as we know,” Sly said. “Even if you never do, there are times you simply have to save the child. That child might be your love or your wife in that moment. It makes no difference. You make the decision, do what’s necessary, and later, you probably take the rap for it as well.”
“I’ve never been more pleased nor proud of what you have created, starting from the creation of your agreement three years ago,” Dad said. “You are pioneering new ground, and I for one have benefited from it. It isn’t just your clan that you affect. It is all of us. Your tribe.”
The guys and I were all stretched out on the air mattresses in my room. We’d showered after the sweat lodge and Dad and Sly were sitting downstairs with another glass of scotch. It was funny that we adopted the wagon wheel layout for our sleeping bags.
“Man! I’ve never had just guys here for a sleepover,” I laughed.
“What’s the difference?” Carl asked. “Really.”
“Well, we take turns in the bathroom,” I said. That got all the guys going about the fact that girls all crowded into the bathroom no matter who was doing what. Even if we were in it first.
“How does tomorrow work?” Doug asked. “We’re all supposed to stay away from the girls. But we all have to go to school, don’t we?”
“Why should we?” Carl asked. “Anybody got anything critical in class tomorrow that they can’t miss?” Well, I hated to miss my English Lit class now. Ms. Hammer had quickly become my favorite teacher. But I could skip a day. My college professors wouldn’t even notice. After a little muttering, we all decided to just not go to school on Friday.
I could think of a few other things about how a girls’ sleepover and a guys’ sleepover were different. I decided, though, to keep them to myself.
Friday, we did what any bunch of teenaged guys who were cutting school would do. We found a place to play basketball. Technically the courts at IUSB were for students, but it was October and not many people were still using the outdoor sports facilities. Besides, I had a student ID. It wasn’t hard for us to find a half-court that we could use to play three-on-three. The guys were all impressed with my Suburban. Even Lionel could fit in it without any squeeze.
We had burgers and shakes at the White Spot and headed back to my place. I had to get my room cleaned up. It smelled like a bunch of sweaty guys. We got showers while we put away the air mattresses, did laundry, put on clean sheets, and vacuumed. I had the windows open to make sure the place aired out and was fresh.
Basketball had been a good idea, but by three o’clock, I was getting nervous. This shouldn’t affect me any more than the build-up with Whitney, before prom, or all the stories with Rose. Those were our rituals. But having all the focus on a ritual witnessed by our friends and parents just seemed to put a lot of pressure on. And then all the guys left about four to go ‘get ready,’ whatever that meant. I had a feeling that I didn’t understand anything that was going on.
But I knew what the result would be. Tonight, sometime, after we’d had a bonfire and party with all our friends, Samantha and I would come here to what had now been termed ‘the bridal suite.’ Once we were here, all the craziness of the past few days and all the tension would go away and we’d make love. I couldn’t stay in the room and stare at the bed any longer. I figured I’d better make dinner.
Anna was in the kitchen humming as she beat eggs. Two pie shells were sitting on the counter next to her.
“What are you up to, Anna?” I asked.
“Well! The groom appears. I’m making quiche for dinner.”
“You didn’t have to do that. I could have cooked up something,” I said.
“Brian, you might not have noticed it, but I’m doing more of the evening cooking now. Yes, we are pulling things from the freezer that you and Elaine cooked up in advance. It’s great emergency food and we aren’t going to waste it. But when we moved in here, Jennifer, Courtney, and I doubled the size of the household. I happen to be quite a competent cook and am happy to get dinner on the table for my family. I’m only working part-time and hours have been cut as weather is getting colder. Please don’t tell me that the only way you want me to contribute to the family is by cleaning the toilets.”
“Anna, no! I’d never think that of you,” I said, hugging her. “I just was afraid I was shirking my duties. Life gets so crazy.”
“Tell me about it,” she laughed. “You just continue to get up in the morning and make bread and breakfast. I’ll focus on the evening meal. I have a feeling that before long I won’t even be driving you all to classes. I think Jennifer will be able to get in and out of your Suburban more easily than my Volvo.” I kept hugging Anna when she started to pull away. “What?”
“Anna, are you happy here? With us? With Mom and Dad?”
“Oh, Brian. You sweet boy. Sit down and have a cup of coffee. I just made fresh.” She sat with me, the eggs and pie shells waiting. “I am happy,” she said looking me intently in the eye. I could smell chocolate in her coffee. “Whenever I think about your dad, I get all tingly inside. And I think about him all day long. And when I think about your mom, I splooge. That’s a technical term and it’s pretty much constant, too. It’s a good thing the women in my family have a pretty light scent or this house would smell like aroused women all the time instead of most of it.”
“Geez, Anna!”
“Am I embarrassing you, Brian-Son? I want you to have no question in your mind. I am happy here. Brian, I’m going to sell the place in Kokomo.” Anna’s house had been part of her divorce settlement and was her security. “I know you are going to be all wrapped up in your own celebration tonight, honey, but save a little bit of your head-space for observing what your women have put together to make tonight special. Remember it and next week, when the fire is back under control, start thinking about how you will conduct a handfasting ritual for Hayden, Marilyn, and Anna. Would you do that for us?”
“Anna-Mom! That’s wonderful!” I jumped up and hugged her again, getting on my knees and putting my arms around her as she sat in her chair. She held me to her, cushioning my face against her breasts. Breasts that were so much like Jennifer’s. I felt a little stirring and slowly pulled myself away. She looked into my eyes.
“Oh yes. If I were twenty years younger, it would be different. But believe me, I’m happy to be my age and not yours. Which brings me to another item. Let’s start with your honeymoon.”
“Is this going to be crazy awkward this weekend? I can’t believe Mom and Dad have been so laid back about it all.”
“Well, I’ll do my best to keep their minds off you,” she laughed. “Oh, I’m looking forward to that! No one is going to disturb you—much. We’re still going to be around, mind you. If the two of you come streaking through the house, you are likely to be seen. And just as likely to see other streakers. Jennifer and Courtney have each other to fall back on. Please remember that your other cónyuge do not have others to fall back on. Poor Elaine will be here for the weekend and won’t even get private time with you. Time she hasn’t had since your honeymoon. Sarah will be leaving back to Oberlin tomorrow. Sora is riding with Lamar and Renee. Let’s see. That leaves Rose, Whitney, and Liz. They need special time with you so they don’t feel they’ve been replaced, Brian. Even Nicolette and Cassie need to know that they are special to you. And believe me, even though Jennifer and Courtney have each other, they don’t want to miss out on having you. Yes, I’ve heard you in there with them. Jennifer is going crazy to get her cast off next week. And you know why.”
“Anna, I never intended that I would have long-term multiple partners. It kind of grew from that first agreement. I love each and every one of the girls you just mentioned. And Hannah. I wish she was going to be here. I’m not superman. But I won’t neglect any of my casa.”
“Good boy,” she said as she stood to return to the quiche. “Now, I’ve got a bag of fresh baby greens in the fridge. Wash them up and make us a nice big salad. That light oil and vinegar dressing with the dried herbs would be perfect. And you can tell me about how you are getting along in your classes at IUSB. Jennifer and Courtney are thankful they started with just two classes, though I think they both plan to add at least one class second semester. Where are you planning to live when you all go down to IU?”
Dinner was an intimate affair with just the four of us. The girls were all maintaining their distance until the ceremony. Dad’s responsibility was to make sure the fire was burning well before the ritual started. Mom and Anna shooed me out of the kitchen to go get ready. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to take a shower and then decide what I was going to wear tonight. It was strange that the girls hadn’t dictated something. I thought about Samantha while I showered with predictable results. I decided against relieving myself, though, which meant that my hard cock led the way out of the bathroom and into the midst of my compañera.
“Uh… oh! Uh…” I wanted to cover myself but, of course, I’d left my towel in the bathroom. I wasn’t expecting company. Sarah, Sora, Nikki, and Cassie were waiting for me.
“I sure have been getting an education lately,” Cassie giggled.
“Will that really fit inside a girl?” Nikki added. I turned beet red.
“Oh, believe me. It fits,” Sora said.
“Are they all like that, Brian?” Cassie asked. She’d seen me naked a few times but only glances. She’d even danced naked with me and rubbed herself against me until she came but that was at the fire and I suppose she didn’t get a good look. Certainly not the kind of look she was giving my erection now. Having all four girls pushing me toward the bed did nothing to shrink my dick. “I mean… is Josh like that, too?” Cassie whispered. I grinned and pulled Cassie to me for a kiss. I didn’t let it get too heated up, but I let her know I was serious. She caught her breath when I let her go.
“Some things you are going to have to find out for yourself my compañera,” I whispered. As soon as I turned from Cassie, Nikki was on my lips. I had to give a serious kiss to each of the girls.
“Now we need to get you ready for your handfasting,” Sora said. “Girls, talc. Sarah, he missed a spot when he shaved. His shaver is cordless and is in the bathroom. Sora started combing my hair which she kept messing up by giving me a scalp massage and then combing it again. Nikki and Cassie powdered my body. It wasn’t like baby powder, at least not what I remembered from Maddie when she was here. It just had a fresh clean scent and it felt really good as they massaged my body with it. All my body. Nikki and Cassie, as the least experienced of my compañera, seemed to have the most interest in seeing that my cock and balls had been covered. Both girls were flushed as they knelt to powder my feet with my cock still waving in front of their faces. Sarah finished shaving me again and I looked down to watch Cassie and Nikki run their hands up the inside of my thighs and stroke my cock and balls one more time. I was glad they were finished because I was too close to coming. Sora was standing by my bed where there was a variety of short robes. “Let’s get you dressed.”
“I feel so pampered,” I said. “And sexy.”
“Your novia is getting this and more,” Nikki said. “She’s surrounded by your other cónyuge. I think they’ve been massaging and oiling her all day long.”
“Didn’t you guys go to school?”
“Are you kidding? How could we have avoided you all day?” Cassie asked.
“Oh. We cut.”
“Figures,” Sarah smirked. “Here, lift your foot so I can get your pants leg on.” I obeyed and she pulled on a pair of light-weight red pants with a drawstring waist. They were just a little heavier than the gauzy robes we’d worn for Elaine’s and my ritual. There was a robe made of the same material. It reminded me of a gi but came down to about mid-thigh. It matched the red of my pants and fastened with a red belt that Sora tied and retied several times, making sure to brush against my cock and keep it erect the whole time.
“Sit,” Cassie commanded as she pushed my desk chair to me. “You are ready, but we have to dress.” What? I thought it was a little strange that the girls all seemed to be in regular everyday clothes. Sora wore a mini skirt. Nikki was still wearing her torn tights and army boots. But as I sat in my chair, all four girls stood in front of me and stripped. Down to nothing. It had been a long time since I’d seen either Sarah or Sora nude and my heart nearly broke. Sarah was still so much like her sister that the image of Hannah dressing in the half-light just burst on me. Sora, of course, was shaved smooth. Her Asian heritage was enhanced by her incredible physical condition. She’d begun working out with the gymnastics team at IU already and she was sleek and toned. Nikki, the tallest, might have been the least comfortable. Her bush still grew wild and her breast was adorned with a henna tattoo of a rose.
“It looks like someone freshened your henna,” I said.
“Yeah. Well, someone wasn’t available so Liz and I had to help each other out a little.”
I looked at Cassie. She didn’t try to hide herself from me. I was surprised to see that her light brown pubic hair was trimmed way back so I could see the lips of her pussy spreading and moist. In the past year, Cassie had blossomed as a young woman. Her breasts were bigger, her legs shapelier, and her ass was smooth and round. I smiled at her and she blushed. Shit! Josh was one lucky guy. I reprimanded myself. He deserved some luck after what happened last spring. I was glad Cassie was there to be with him. There was still a twinge in my stomach when I thought about Denise, but since my catharsis with Cassie and Josh a few weeks ago, I knew it was healing. Soon it would just be a scar.
“Um… aren’t we supposed to dress?” Nikki asked. We all started laughing and the girls turned to get their clothes from the bed. That didn’t hurt the view at all either. They had outfits cut about the same as mine but each was a different pastel color. Sarah’s was soft green. Sora’s was a pale blue. Nikki’s was pale yellow and Cassie’s was pink. About the same shade as her continuingly blushing skin. Sora and Sarah made a bit of a show about pulling the pants up over their butts but I think Cassie and Nikki were just glad to get covered up. Then they all turned to face me as they pulled on their robes. Before she tied hers, Sarah came to me and pressed a nipple to my lips. It was the first time I’d touched any of the girls sexually, even though Cassie and Nikki had made sure to coat my cock and balls with powder. I flicked her nipple with my tongue and Sarah moaned.
“It’s not beyond the realm of possibility, you know,” she said. “I accept that I am your compañera and when I can be, your lover. But one day, maybe I’ll be novia, waiting for my beloved at the fire. Tie my robe for me, please.” I reluctantly let go of Sarah’s nipple and looked up into her green eyes as I tied her robe, covering those luscious breasts.
Sora stepped up next and the ritual was much the same. I licked and sucked her nipples as she whispered ‘I love you’s and then asked me to tie her robe. Nikki wanted my lips placed next to her rose. We’d kissed and loved like that a fair amount in our tattooing sessions. “It’s been too long,” she whispered. “Please don’t forget me.”
And then Cassie was standing in front of me with her robe open and waiting for me.
“Do you want me to kiss your nipples, Cass?” I asked softly. “We’ve never done that and I know you are looking for something else.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Not a friendly kiss and not a kiss with intent. Please kiss my nipples with promise.” I smiled at her and softly and lovingly kissed her nipples before fastening her robe. I was beginning to understand. Cassie was interested in Josh, but she was using me to explore her sexuality. I was safe. We’d never be lovers, but before she went to be with her true love, she’d discover her sexual nature with me.
“It’s time,” Sora said.
At the fire, Mom, Dad, Anna, Sly and Lily were standing together. Five of the younger group were together. Monte and Ross both held Judy’s hands. Rich was there with another sophomore named Susan who was part of their group. Lexi would accompany Sam and then join her micro-clan. Josh and Geoff were standing together. Carl, Brenda, and Louise stood next to Doug, Doreen, and Rhiannon. Lamar, Renee, Lionel, and Sugar stood together. Rose was waiting for me in front of the fire and when the girls had escorted me to her, they split to one side and Rose took my hand to wait for my novia. Red-robed girls processed from the barn. I wondered where they’d gotten to. Whitney led the group followed by Liz and Elaine—their red hair almost clashing with the red robes. Then there was a feast for my eyes. Jennifer in her red robe and on crutches was on the right and Courtney on the left. Between them, dressed in emerald green, Samantha rode side-saddle bareback on Rika. Lexi led the horse.
“Help your novia down,” Rose whispered to me. I went to her side and raised my arms to Samantha. She slid off the horse and down my body. When her feet touched the ground, her lips touched my lips and we held there in a long sweet kiss. Lexi stepped from beside me and whispered to us.
“I think you’d better go to Rose or there’s going to be an orgy.” We giggled and Dad stepped over to take Rika to a makeshift hitching post. Lexi led Samantha to Rose and Rose took her hand. I followed and took Rose’s other hand. There was a little shuffling and my cónyuge arranged themselves around us. Lexi joined her cadre and took Ross’s hand.
“Dearly beloved,” Rose began. Jennifer snorted and the rest of us started laughing. Rose lost it and it took a minute before we’d settled down enough go on. “This isn’t a wedding in the traditional sense,” Rose said when we’d come to order again. I am honored to represent Brian’s cónyuge and compañera, the hearthmates of Casa del Fuego, to welcome Samantha and Brian as cónyuge. We’ve decided to call this ceremony a handfasting. Each of us dressed in red have had our own private version of this ritual, but this is the first it is witnessed by our whole clan and by Brian’s and Samantha’s families. We also welcome the younger clan to our midst.”
We all looked over at the parents and younger kids. They were all smiling, but Lily had tears running down her face. Mother of the bride, I guess. It’s a requirement.
“We are here with all the members of our clan as well. We’ve been discovering what this is all about for three years now and this is the first time we’ve done something like this with all of us together. It’s like being formal about it. So what is a handfasting? Well, simply put, I’m taking Samantha’s hand and putting it in Brian’s.” She followed words with action. “Samantha and Brian, like the others of us dressed in red, are committing to a long-term, intimate relationship with each other. We don’t bind each other together ‘until death do us part,’ even if that is the hope we have in our hearts. We just say long-term. We don’t say sexual, because we’ve come to find out there is a whole range of intimacy that people have. Though rumor has it that Samantha will no longer be a virgin in the morning.”
That got everyone, but the younger clan members all roared.
“Do you think?” I asked Sam, as I squeezed her hand.
“There’s a definite possibility,” she answered.
“Brian and Samantha, your casa—your hearthmates—love you. Your clan—your cousins—love you. Your families—your parents—our tribe—love you. And you love each other. If I tie this thread around your joined hands, it can’t hold you together.” Rose tied a red thread around our grasped hands. “In fact, there will be times when having your hands together like this would be awkward at best. As soon as you release your hands, the thread will break. But that doesn’t mean that your relationship breaks. What holds you together is your love and your desire for one another. I’m not asking you questions or vows. You wouldn’t be standing here if you hadn’t already made your commitment to each other.” She took the thread off our hands and gave it to Samantha. “There is no pronouncement. As you can tell, even ‘kiss the bride’ would be a little late.” We all laughed again. “We do have one symbol, though, that is special to us girls.”
Jen hobbled up to us with Court and they untied Samantha’s robe. They pulled it off and we had to let go of each other’s hands in order for it to release. Under it, Samantha was wearing a red robe. They did the same with her pants and when we rejoined hands we were both wearing red.
“Now we can all celebrate the joining of hands of Samantha and Brian with food and drink and dancing,” Rose announced. “And kissing. Lots of kissing.” I took that as my cue and pulled Samantha into my arms for a serious kiss with lots of intent. Our friends all applauded. And a lot of them—even our parents—kissed.
I don’t know where all the food and drink and music came from or when it got there, but everyone was eating and dancing and congratulating us. The congratulations often included kisses of varying degrees. And they weren’t limited to kissing us. I noticed, for example, that Josh and Cassie were involved in a deep kiss just to the edge of the firelight and Liz made no secret of laying a big kiss on Doug who received it enthusiastically. Moms and Dads were getting hugs from all our clan. At one point I looked down and found Lexi in my arms.
“You treat my sister well, mister,” she said. Then she kissed me soundly. “Um… she said, ‘lots of kissing,’ you know.”
“Brat,” Sam laughed. “Your time will come. Just wait.”
“Oh, I am,” Lexi said. “After all, I’m only fifteen. You’ll make us part of the clan, won’t you, Brian?” That threw me a little.
“You mean your dating group?” I asked. “I don’t make those decisions.”
“Ha! Everyone knows you are the clan chief or whatever you call it,” Lexi asserted. “Our age differences are getting less and less. We’d like to at least have the opportunity to be cousins.”
“Not tonight, honey,” Sam said. “Let me have my night with my cónyuge. We’ll talk about this later, okay?”
“Sorry, Sam. I love you, sister. Talk to you later.” She was off. Of course, I also got a nice kiss from Judy who just grinned and said, “What she said.” Then they were off.
“You need to take your princess to her castle, cónyuge,” Courtney said. She was holding the lead rope for Rika and it took me a minute to figure out that she didn’t want me to put the horse in the barn. The rest of our casa and clan gathered around us as I lifted Sam up onto Rika in the position she had arrived. I looked around and Dad offered me his cupped hands so I could get up behind her without killing either of us. Samantha leaned into my arms and kissed me as Courtney led Rika around the fire.
“Do you remember the first time we rode double?” Sam whispered.
“How could I forget,” I said kissing her again. She’d come to me with her shirt tied under her breasts and as we rode Rika behind Hannah on Silk, she’d given me permission to touch her anywhere above her waist inside or outside her clothing. It was incredible.
“When we turn toward the house, no one would be able to see if your hand slid inside my robe, my love.” And it did. No one saw until Courtney stopped the horse at our door and she looked up at us.
“Ahem,” Courtney said. “If you go in the house you can take the robes off, you know.” We laughed and I jumped down to catch Samantha as she slid off into my arms. Her robe was barely closed as it was. Courtney claimed one last kiss from each of us and led Rika away as I led my princess into the house.
“Um… Brian, it might hurt a little the first time,” Samantha said. “I mean hurt me. I’m still sort of intact.”
“Sort of?”
“I asked the doctor when I had my exam. She said my hymen had been torn—probably from all the riding I’ve been doing—but that there was still enough intact that it might hurt the first time.”
“Cutie, what can I do? I don’t really have any experience with this,” I sighed. Damn! Well, it had hurt a little with Courtney, too, even though her hymen was gone. The only other one I had experience with was Jessica’s and I didn’t have any idea what I was doing when I broke it with my finger.
“I’m not like Jen,” Sam said as she hugged me. “I don’t get off on waiting for an instant of pain. Please just take me right now, quickly, and let me get it out of the way so we can enjoy the rest of the night.”
“You’re sure?”
“Hell, no. How can I be sure? Just do it, please?”
I laid Samantha back on the bed, snapped on a rubber, crawled between her legs, and pushed. She gasped and I held still.
“Oh, God! That wasn’t as bad as I was afraid it would be. It was just a little sting. Brian, I love you. Are you still in me?” I moved back a bit and pushed forward again. “Oh! That’s you! Oh wow! Oh Brian, I love you.”
“I love you, Samantha. I can’t believe we’re finally making love like this.”
“Like we were meant to be. Like I’ve always wanted it. I’m your last princess, Brian. All five of us, just like Jessica promised us. I’m going to be with you forever. Make love to me, my prince. Make love to me.”
I was quick to oblige and Samantha was quick to rise to her first little orgasm. I wasn’t quite there yet and she rolled us over so she could be on top. She plunged down on me, gasping as I went deeper in this position. I kissed her nipples, sucked on them, and lashed them with my tongue. The feeling around my cock was intense and getting more so. This time, Samantha was getting ready for a big one and tears were running out of her eyes as she chanted, “I’m yours. I’m yours. I’m yours.”
We didn’t last very long. When Sam started to come, she gripped my cock and I felt every muscle in her little Jill contract around me. I erupted. She felt me pulsing and went off again before collapsing on top of me to smother me with kisses.
“So wonderful. Oh, my lover. My cónyuge. So wonderful.” We kissed as I pulsed again and began to shrink out of her. She reached between us and grasped the condom. She pulled it off to look at it and examine how much I’d spurted into it. “Look at all of it! You put all of that in me! Someday, oh, not soon, but someday, you’ll splash that load into me and make me pregnant with our little girl. My tummy will get big and round and that little Jill you just put your cock into will stretch out until our baby girl’s head pushes through me. And the whole time she’s coming out, I’m going to be thinking about tonight and how you filled me so wonderfully.” She kissed me again and again, punctuating her words.
“You’re already convinced that we’re going to have a little baby girl, my cónyuge?”
“Matrilineage. My mother only had girls. Her mother only had girls. My great grandmother only had girls. Of course, I’m going to have a girl. Won’t it be fun?”
“A little Samantha running around our house? What could be more fun?”
“I have an idea. I hope you have a lot more of those condoms.”
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