Like Momma, Like Daughter
By
Cindy May
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Copyright 2011 Cindy May
Like Momma, Like Daughter.
After teenager Lucy James got knocked up, she fell apart, getting drunk and going with any guy who fancied her. Her mom, Alison, had been a randy little slut when she was 18, seducing her childhood sweetheart. Can Allie and her Aussie college friend from long ago, Navy wife Caitlin, pull Lucy through? Hot sex, passionate romance and two Moms who won’t give up in this sizzling story.
*****
The scream was a pure reflex action but she was certain that the cock was doing what was intended and overcoming her stubborn maidenhead.
‘Eeeeyaaargh.’
She sensed her flesh tearing as her hymen, betrayed by her own efforts to assist in its destruction, had finally surrendered. Ed’s cock rammed deeper into her than previously, his crotch bottoming out against hers.
‘Done it, baby.’
‘Christ that hurt, Ed.’
*****
Caitlin had accepted her rebuke, but was not prepared to ignore the insult to Ed.
‘G’day sweetie pie, back home, if we had a mealy mouthed Pom like you, with a dried up cunt, we’d take the bitch to the nearest billabong and drop her in. That’s about the only way, you’d get a wet cunt darlin’. Doubt even the swagman would want you. He’d probably prefer to knock up the jumbuck.’
*****
‘No don’t speak. If I step forward and take your panties off, you’ll let me, won’t you Lucy?’
‘Yes, of course.’
If I do that, I’m taking you and all we are doing is fucking. If you offer me your panties, you are giving your soul to me not just your body. Do you understand?’
‘Yes, Andy.’
Copyright 2011
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This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Places and Incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Places such as Belinda’s nightclub, the Cheltenham Mutual Building Society, Torview, or the Cotcote Country Club are products of the author’s imagination and bear no relationship to any real places or businesses bearing such a name or a similar name.
Author's note: Explicit scenes in this work of fiction are confined to characters who are 18 years of age or above.
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Like Momma, Like Daughter
By
Cindy May
Chapter 1
Captain James W Piciotto stretched his back. After the long flight from New York’s JFK airport, he had brought his Boeing 747-121 “Clipper America” into London Heathrow precisely on time.
Jim Piciotto, a senior pilot with Pan Am was proud of the Boeing 747 that he flew, proud that his company, Pam Am, had been the launch customer for the 747, and proud that he was one of the pilots who had been involved when the project had been thrashed out between Boeing and Pam Am.
When he left the cockpit he would be wearing the white pilot’s cap that was a part of the Pan Am mystique. He reached out for the mike to tell the passengers that they would soon be disembarking.
In the economy class seating of the wide-bodied Jumbo jet, eighteen-year-old Alison Jane Reynolds looked excitedly out of the porthole. She had been born in June 1970 at Fort Bragg, SC, where her poppa was a Captain in 5th Special Forces Group, the legendary Green Berets.
A few months after she arrived, pop shipped out to North Vietnam and a spell with the Montagnard tribesman. Stationed at a remote camp in the Vietnamese highlands, pop had been badly injured in repulsing a Viet Cong attack on the camp. He had emerged from the battle with a limp, a permanently weakened left arm and a Congressional Medal of Honor.
Like all truly brave men, he was dismissive of his role, instead paying tribute to the ‘Yards’, as the tiny Montagnard warriors were known. They were the real heroes, and when America cut and ran, after the US military was stabbed in the back by so called Hollywood ‘Stars’, the victorious Hanoi forces embarked upon a ruthless policy of genocide. The ‘Stars’ kept very quiet about that, as they didn’t gave a damn about the ‘Yards.’
Due to his injuries, the newly promoted Major Reynolds was seconded to the joint US-UK facility run at Cheltenham under the auspices of GCHQ, which stood for the British Government Communications Headquarters.
Electronic eavesdropping on the world, but primarily on the USSR was the role of GCHQ, which worked closely with the US National Security Agency, headquartered at Fort Meade, Maryland.
From the age of two years, Alison had absorbed the West Country burr of Gloucestershire, rather than the drawl of the Southern States of America from where her family originally haled. As a result, she used a curious mix of ‘English English’ and South of the Mason-Dixon Line American English.
Words such as a-fixin or y’all would be delivered in an accent that blended the slow drawl of a Southern Belle with the homely intonation of the Cotswolds. Her accent, however puzzling, enchanted most people.
Within a few days of reporting for duty at GCHQ, Major Reynolds had met an officer from the legendary SAS, the British equivalent of the Green Berets. Like John Reynolds, Major Allan James had been injured in the line of duty and had one child, a little boy who was two months older than Alison.
It was natural that the kids would play together. They soon became like brother and sister, and stopovers at one or other set of parents’ houses became commonplace. There were loud protests if they were separated, Alison being much the more vocal, as she was a more extrovert character than her little English friend.
Poppa’s posting stateside when Alison was twelve was the cause of much misery and a categorical announcement that pop had ruined her life. Although her life had been ruined, Alison continued to do well at school, and by the time she was eighteen, she was ready to think about a college place.
The discovery that Warwick University offered a large number of places to overseas students, and even had a hall of residence for overseas students, thrilled the teen. Although she and Ed had not seen one another since their tearful parting at Heathrow when she was twelve years old, they had remained pen pals.
How many letters had crossed the Atlantic courtesy of Pan Am, TWA or British Airways was incalculable, but they filled several large boxes in Gloucestershire and in Maryland. Alison applied as an overseas student and to her joy, was accepted.
What was even better was that once Edward knew her plans, he had also won a place at Warwick. They would be reading different courses and would live in different Halls of Residence, but they were in the same country, in the same university and within less than five minutes of one another.
The academic year started in early October and Ed’s parents had suggested Allie might like to fly in to the UK a few days ahead of time for a short holiday before going up to the Freshers reception at the University. That was the reason that an excited American girl was sitting in the Pan Am clipper at Heathrow waiting to disembark on the afternoon of Sunday 25 September 1988.
She knew that pop’s friends, Major, now Colonel Allan James and his wife Dorothy would be there to meet her, but more importantly so would Edward. When she cleared immigration control and arrived in the reception hall she spotted her hosts and ran with her bags to Edward who gave her an affectionate peck on the cheek.
The kids knew they could not be too exuberant in front of Ed’s parents, but the looks they gave one another told Allan and Dorrie James just how excited they were. They shooed the kids to the car park, and to the family’s gold Austin Montego estate car.
Edward and Alison, wearing the regulation seat belts in the back seat, smiled at one another and surreptitiously held hands, confident that Ed’s mum and dad could not see their romantic interest in one another. They were quite wrong. Dorrie James knew the kids had their hands clasped together tightly, and was certain that they were as devoted to one another as they had been when they parted in 1982.
They got back to Cheltenham at 8.00 pm, and Dorrie showed Alison to the spare room where she would be staying until the start of term time in about ten days time. Alison unpacked, setting up the photo that was taken of Ed and herself on horseback at a riding school in the Cotswolds a few days before she was taken away ‘kicking and screaming’ from her soul mate.
About 9.00, Dorrie called the teen down for a bedtime drink, as it had been a long day for Allie, gave her a goodnight kiss and packed her off to bed. Thirty minutes later there was a quiet knock on the door. Edward stood there with a sheepish grin on his face.
‘Hi Allie, I thought I’d see if you were OK, or if there was anything you needed.’
Alison grabbed his hand and pulled Ed into her room and shut the door.
‘Gee, it’s real good to see you Ed. It was great seeing y’all at the airport, but I couldn’t give you a hug then, baby.’
She threw her arms around Ed, reaching up to kiss him, as he was about six inches taller than she was. In her opinion he was incredibly handsome, and Ed thought she was the prettiest girl in the universe. It was their first grown-up kiss, and it went on for a very long time. It was also very sloppy and very huggy, both of which were Alison’s fault.
When they parted, her eyes were gleaming with excitement.
‘Honey, I been a-fixin to do that ever since I got me that college place.’
Six years had in no way diminished Alison’s ardour for the boyfriend to whom she had proposed on her tenth birthday. They had kept their engagement secret from both sets of parents, as parents, however good, did not seem to be attuned to the needs of their children, or that an engagement was absolutely essential.
Alison had subsequently discovered that girls were not supposed to propose to boys at any age, let alone when they were ten. This showed just how mad grown-ups were, and confirmed the wisdom of their secret engagement.
When she flew into Heathrow, Alison had been engaged to Ed for eight whole years, and that was their first proper grown up kiss. She had studied a lot of films to see how grown ups did it, and had also read up everything she could find, and with the kiss out of the way, it was time to move to the next stage.
That started with a second kiss, which Ed seemed to find as enjoyable as she did. To her delight, he even put his hand on her bum. She had both arms round his neck but dropped her left arm to his right hip and then slid it between their bodies to squeeze the bulge in his trousers.
It was a reassuringly large bulge, and as she played with it, the bulge continued to grow. The kiss petered out and Ed looked at her.
‘I don’t think we should do this Alison.’
‘I do.’
Edward usually deferred to Alison when they had a difference of opinion. Alison dropped her second hand to Ed’s groin and unzipped his pants, as she would call them, although he would term them trousers. Her slender hand slid through the opening and extracted his cock.
She dropped to her knees and before Ed could protest, she had her lips firmly clamped round his cock. She had been afraid that if she didn’t act quickly and resolutely that Ed would stop her, but had a hunch that once she had his cock in her mouth any protests were likely to be half hearted.
‘We shouldn’t…’
Alison was not about to break suction just to speak, so waved her right hand in the air in a dismissive gesture. Ed had felt he ought to protest, but was not sure he wanted the protest to be taken too seriously so let his fiancée of eight years standing do her stuff.
In truth it was not a particularly talented BJ, but Alison’s sole experience of BJs had been watching a video of ‘Debbie Does Dallas’ in which a group of cheerleaders sucked and fucked their way round the neighbourhood to raise funds.
What Alison lacked in expertise was made up in sheer exuberance and passion, and Ed was soon cumming in her mouth. In porn films, the guy pulled out and sprayed his stuff all over the girl’s face or into her open mouth, but Ed had not seen Debbie Does Dallas, so was unaware of this.
He came in her mouth, giving Alison an unexpected problem, as real life differed from the films. She managed to swallow some cum, but a proportion went the wrong way, resulting in a savage coughing fit.
The last couple of jets of cum landed on her forehead and hair, producing beads of cum on her hair and face. It was what porn filmmakers would call a pearl necklace.
With all the noise, the couple trembled in case Ed’s mum came to see if their guest was OK, but it had not occurred to either of them that putting Ed’s cock back in his trousers or wiping the cum from Alison’s face might be a prudent safety precaution.
After her breathing returned to normal, Alison stood up and kissed her fiancé passionately.
‘Gee baby I sure wanted to do that to ya.’
‘It was great, Allie. I loved it.’
‘Shall we do some more then?’
Ed had tossed himself off a few times, so knew that a guy had to wait 20 or 30 minutes before he could shoot again, but Allie seemed blissfully unaware of such shortcomings in the male physique. His explanation that guys needed a break resulted in a naïve ‘why’ from his girl.
Porn films did not go into such detail. To Allie it seemed that the guys had cocks that were rock hard twenty-for hours a day and ready to fire on demand. News that this was not how the real world worked was quite a surprise.
Ed had intended to see his girl for five minutes, but with a cock that needed a rest period, was prevailed on to stay for the requisite half an hour, and for a second exuberant blow job. This time Allie, who had secretly liked having Ed spray his cum over her face, made sure to pull off her fiancé as he started shooting. She ended up with cum on her tongue (yummy), on her cheeks, her chin and her blouse.
Edward escaped from his fiancée’s room at 3.30am after a third exuberant blowjob which covered Alison’s hair with cum and gave her a problem of how to wash her hair in the middle of the night as there was no en suite facility in the bedroom.
Fortunately, Edward’s parents were either heavy sleepers or were willing to turn a blind eye to the noisy antics that went on in Alison’s room from 9.30pm until 3.30am. As to which neither Ed nor Alison dared to ask for obvious reasons.
Chapter 2
Allan and Dorrie James had heard the noises emanating from the guest room. Indeed, they would have needed to be deaf not to have noticed. It told them that Allie and their son were not sleeping peacefully in their own beds.
Rather than embarrass the kids, they accepted ‘jet lag’ as an explanation for an obviously sleepy teenage girl on Monday morning when the kids were summoned to breakfast at 7.30am, as Allan and Dorrie both had to leave the house soon after 8.15 for work.
Allan James looked at his bleary eyed son, who was as exhausted as his American pen pal. He decided it was necessary to believe that ‘jet lag’ was infectious, or that his son had ‘sympathetic jet lag’, a hitherto unknown medical condition.
Allan and Dorrie headed off to work, Dorrie having left some food in the microwave so that all the kids needed to do was to press the start button. Alison was very fond of Ed’s parents, but was even fonder of their absence, as it meant that she had Ed all to herself.
They went into the lounge and started catching up on six years of arrears when all they could do was write brief letters to one another. After Allie’s imaginative ideas on catching up the previous night, Ed had a suspicion as to the direction the catching up might proceed in, and within five minutes his fears, or hopes, were confirmed.
Allie and Ed were deep in a passionate snog, their tongues waging war on one another in an even wetter kiss than had taken place in Allie’s room the previous night. That kiss, with interruptions for the three times she went down on her fiancé of eight years standing, had lasted from 9.30pm to 3.30am.
As the kids were able to start the morning kiss before 8.30am, it had even greater potential. Ed thought it might turn into an entry in the Guinness Book of Records as the world’s longest and wettest kiss.
Five minutes into the record attempt, Allie was lying half on top of Ed, telling him repeatedly how much she had missed him. One hand was caressing his hair but her other hand had more important work to do. That was caressing his cock through his pants, as she insisted they were called.
After another five minutes, Allie’s hand had found his zipper, undone that and was playing with her fiancé’s cock without the annoyance of fabric in the way. Ed had a good idea of what would follow, and in about as long as it would take an athlete to run a hundred metres, Allie had her lips clamped round Ed’s cock for the first BJ of the morning, and the fourth BJ of their engagement.
She slithered off the couch to kneel between his legs. Unlike the night before when she kept fine control of his cock by using one hand, this time she had apparently decided to give him head ‘hands free’ but there was a reason for this. Allie needed her hands for another purpose.
The purpose was to undo the buttons on the pale lavender blouse she was wearing, which she accomplished as she was bobbing her head up and down. She took a moment’s break to include Ed in her plans.
‘Baby, if’n you’se ready, will ya push my blouse off of my shoulders.’
Ed went along with her, and she wriggled her arms out of it. He looked at the hooks holding her bra and wondered if she would be agreeable if he unclipped them. As he was considering that, a petulant voice muttered.
‘Get on with it honey.’
Ed reached forward with both hands and unclipped her bra. She shrugged it off her shoulders and threw it aside. As her small but firm tits were hanging down and swaying as she bobbed her head up and down on his cock, he reached underneath to take them in the palms of his hands.
She trembled with pleasure as his palms closed on her tits. He moved his hands in a circular motion and then concentrated on the nipples causing them to elongate and harden.
She pulled off his cock and stared up at him. With all her activity, her straw blonde hair was now tousled and she was flushed, but her eyes were gleaming with excitement. She slithered her way up his body so that her legs were now outside his legs, and her boobs were on a level with his face.
She offered her left tit to his mouth and he sucked at it greedily. With his long-standing engagement to Allie, Ed had never made any serious attempt to screw any other girls, so was inexperienced with the fair sex. He decided he ought to do something with his hands. Clasping her waist was one option, but trailing his fingernails up and down her back sounded sexier, so that is what he did.
Allie had also wondered what a boy ought to do and that seemed just perfect. After a while she offered him the other tit, so she had two wet and engorged tits, along with a very tickly back. She sat up and looked at him. He could see a naughty look in her eyes and wondered what it portended.
She reached out and undid the first button on his shirt, the remaining buttons following in quick order. She slithered back down his groin to resume her interrupted BJ. Partly she loved going down on Ed and suspected he liked it too, but she also needed time to think.
Allie had known exactly what she wanted from the moment she had woken up. Getting there was another matter. When you are an eighteen-years-old and have never seduced a boy in your life, the difference between wanting and getting there seems insuperable. So far her blouse and bra and Ed’s shirt had come off.
The next job was to get rid of the rest of their clothing. She decided that as she was sucking Ed’s cock, it would be easy enough to pull his trousers down and it was. Soon they were lying round his ankles along with his boxer shorts.
She stood up, turned her bum towards her lover and stuck it almost in his face. A girl could hardly make a more obvious ‘pat my bum’ offer. Ed ran his hands up and down her skirt, and to her delight had the wit to run one had down to her hem and caress her bare leg.
Ed eased her skirt up, kissing her thighs as he did so. She was pleased that Ed was as imaginative as he was, and now he had her skirt all the way up to her waist so that her panties were on view. She whispered.
‘The fastener for my skirt is on the left.’
Although she had not told him to unfasten her skirt, any boy would be able to work that out. Ed searched for the fastener, undid it, and let her skirt drop round her ankles. She bent over in a ‘touch my toes’ pose that should indicate to the guy that her panties were on offer.
She felt Ed’s hands on her left and right hips. They moved to the top of her panties and he hooked his thumbs behind the waistband. He left them there. She gulped.
‘Go on, Ed.’
He eased the panties down off her hips, and she stepped out of them. Life then became poetic as Ed nuzzled her left bum cheek kissing it, and then doing the same for her right bum cheek.
‘Ed that was soo naughty!’
He would be able to work out that soo naughty meant soo wonderful. Then it got even better, a single finger touched her pussy slit, and tickled it and then disappeared. The finger slid along her crack but a fraction deeper. The third time it was still deeper, and the fourth time it must have been up to the first joint.
The next time it was the second joint and then the knuckle joint. Instead of just sliding along her crack, the finger was now sliding in and out of her like a miniature cock.
If Ed was to put his cock in her, standing up was not the way to do it. Allie needed to lie on the couch with her legs spread, but her problem was how to do it in a way that would not break the momentum they had built up.
To her delight Ed understood the problem, and grasping her hips firmly, he edged her to the left and then pulled her backwards until she sat down abruptly. She was now sitting beside him and the young lovers reached out to embrace one another, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss.
Ed used his left arm to support her back and shoulder pulling her into him whilst his right hand sought out her pussy.
At the ‘office’, Colonel Allan James held up his ID card to one of the sentries. Although the sentry had known him for three years and saw him every day, he checked every detail of the pass for the guy in front of him. His colleague cuddled a Sterling Mk 4 SMG, which was pointing straight at the Colonel’s head.
The reason it was pointed at the head was that you can protect most body organs with body armour in a way that is not too obtrusive, but unless you are willing to go around looking like Darth Vader, protecting your head is not so easy.
If Darth Vader had turned up at the main entrance to GCHQ, he would have been regarded with grave suspicion. Therefore terrorists might use body armour to protect a lot of places, but the head was not one of them. The moral was simple. If you need to shoot a terrorist, splat his head.
The guy toting the SMG also knew the colonel, but if the colonel had done the least thing strange, he had a panic button in easy reach and the colonel would be facing a lot of highly suspicious guys all with a hair trigger mentality.
When the guards felt the charade had gone on enough to satisfy their very demanding boss, they relaxed.
‘Morning Sir.’
‘Morning Sarn’t.’
Allan James walked to his office, which was opened by use of a conventional key and a number pad. If he made a mistake keying in the number, a warning buzzer would sound and he had fifteen seconds to put the correct code in before the system locked down and started alarm sirens.
He sat down at his desk. It was 8.53am. He wondered how far the kids would have got. From the look young Alison had given Ed when they were reunited at Heathrow, she would have willingly copulated with him in the middle of the arrivals hall if that had been permitted.
There was not the least doubt that the teens had spent most of the night in one another’s arms, and provided they weren’t too tired, they would be plastered over one another on the couch in the lounge, or in one of other of their beds.
Allan realised that his son was devoted to his American girlfriend, but the passionate one was young Allie. Allan James smiled. Ever since Allie had gone back to the States with her parents, he had been sure the two youngsters would get together in England or the US.
His throwaway line to Edward, that the University of Warwick, which was actually on the outskirts of Coventry, offered a lot of places to overseas students, had resulted in a phone call that same day, and a letter to Maryland where Allie’s father was now stationed.
Thereafter the kids had been able to work it out themselves. It had just taken a little plotting on the part of the James and Reynolds parents. From what John Reynolds had said, Allie spent most every evening daydreaming in her room at Fort Meade about Ed, just as Ed did about Allie in Cheltenham.
Allan would never have bet on such a thing, but figuratively speaking, he would have bet the family fortune that Allie was a virgin when she landed at Heathrow. He glanced at his watch and decided that he would bet the family fortune the other way now.
Hopefully once they had got that hurdle out of the way, they would be able to think like two rational human beings, rather than act as pair of bunny rabbits in heat, which was what they were doing.
Chapter 3
The teens had sat beside one another contentedly for much longer than Colonel James would have believed possible. Both of them wanted one another, but the knowledge that after all the longing, it was finally theirs for the taking made them both want to anticipate a moment they knew could never come again.
They sat holding hands, looking at one another, and taking in the nakedness of their companion and lover contentedly. Although Allie had always been the instigator of whatever they did, and she had made the running the previous evening, and on the couch up to the stage where they were both naked, Ed now took the lead.
‘It’s time, Allie. You sure this is what you want?’
Alison Reynolds blushed.
‘Yeah baby I do.’
She was not sure how Ed would handle things, but both of them knew that it was for him to take her. Ed stood up turned round and walked across the room. She heard the sound of drink bubbling into a glass and was puzzled. Ed returned with two champagne glasses. He handed her one.
‘To you, darling.’
She shook her head.
‘To Us.’
‘To Us.’
‘It’s been a long time, Allie..’
‘Eight Years, Ed.’
‘Eight Years.’
‘I’ve never been with another guy, Ed.’
‘Nor me.’
‘Well that sure is a relief, baby. I wasn’t a-fixin to get me a husband with them sort of ideas.’
‘Allie, I meant I’d never gone with another woman.’
She giggled.
‘I know Ed, and baby whenever you want me, do it.’
Ed held his glass out. They drank the champagne and he put the glasses out of the way. He knelt between her outstretched legs and pulled her upright for a final salute to his virgin girlfriend. The embrace must have lasted two or three minutes.
Ed put one hand on her left breast and started caressing her.
‘Mmmm. Nice, baby. That’s real nice.’
His other hand drifted down across her flat belly to the nest of fair pubic hair in the vicinity of her clit. He played with her clit, making her squirm.
‘You’re ticking me.’
‘Stop arguing.’
She still had her arms around his neck but he broke what he was doing to unclasp them.
‘Lie back, baby.’
She did as she was told. Ed grasped his cock and played with it for a few seconds. It had never really gone soft, such was the sense of anticipation, but when Allie was taken for the first time, she had the right to a hard cock not a semi-erect one. Ed eased her flaps open with his left hand, and used the thumb and forefinger of his right hand so that his helmet touched the lips of her vulva dead centre.
Allie trembled. She was afraid and wonderfully excited. She felt the head penetrate her lips slowly and gently until the whole head was within her. Ed was moving his hips back and forth in her very gently, almost as if he wished to give the most delicate touch to her hymen.
She felt his cock come to a halt. She knew his head was touching her hymen, and within the next two or three minutes, her hymen would be torn apart as her fiancé made a woman of her. For a while it was nice to have hymen and cock head touching one another. It was the first time it had ever been, and it would be the last time.
‘Ready Allie?’
‘Uhuh.’
Ed withdrew until his helmet was barely trapped within her cunt lips. Unlike everything that had passed between them up to now, tenderness was replaced by force as Ed drove forward, slamming all his weight behind the thrust. Allie screamed as her hymen stretched but resisted the savage blow that had smashed into it and made her feel sick with pain.
He pulled back and drove forward with even more force.
‘Ohhh God that fucking hurts.’
He drove into her again, and although it could be imagination, he felt that she had yielded very slightly and that his cock was deeper in her than before. He withdrew and then powered forward, his cock head smashing against the stubborn maidenhead. It was no longer a moment for loving tenderness for the truly loving thing necessitated sheer brute strength.
Ed’s cock tortured her hymen again, stretching and deforming it, tearing at the resisting flesh and sending a new wave of pain into her body. She bit her lip in a desperate attempt to pretend that it was not hurting so much. Ed grasped her thighs.
‘Thrust upwards Allie as I fuck you.’
‘Uhuh.’
‘Nooow.’
‘Eeeeyaaargh.’
The scream was a pure reflex action but she was certain that the cock was doing what was intended and overcoming her stubborn maidenhead.
‘Eeeeyaaargh.’
She sensed her flesh tearing as her hymen, betrayed by her own efforts to assist in its destruction, had finally surrendered. Ed’s cock rammed deeper into her than previously, his crotch bottoming out against hers.
‘Done it, baby.’
‘Christ that hurt, Ed.’
‘Sorry darling.’
‘No don’t be. It had to be. It just hurt, that’s all, baby.’
Ed began sliding in and out of her. He would pause with his cock head barely within her vulva lips, and then ram forward until their groins met with a sexy slapping noise. The ritual movement became hypnotic and Allie could feel that she was increasingly wet.
Part of the wetness was undoubtedly the blood from the vessels that had once served her doomed hymen. Much of it was her own girl spend, secreted by a benevolent nature to make the coupling between man and woman more pleasant.
Ed was starting to grimace, and from what she had read she decided this indicated an imminent climax in which the guy injected a torrent of semen from his balls as deeply as possible into his woman’s cunt. The closer he was to her cervix when he did so, the happier nature would be.
Something between 200m and 500m individual spermatozoa would be blasted into her cunt within a matter of seconds in a thick soup of lubricant and little swimmers. They faced the journey of a lifetime, competing with millions of siblings to make their way to her cervix.
That was more formidable than the most forbidding cape had been to the navigators of old in their frail storm tossed sailing ships. If the tiny ship of love successfully navigated this Cape of Fear, it entered a new ocean called her womb.
For a few days each month, there was a fertile egg attached to the lining of her womb, and if the tiny ship reached its homeport, nine months later there would be the miracle of fresh life.
Ed grimaced more fiercely than ever, stopped with his cock buried deep in her, and his body shuddered. Allie knew it had happened. She had become a woman and millions of sperm had embarked on a race to see if they could create fresh life.
Her eyes were ablaze with excitement and lust, but there was fear as well. She wanted Ed’s child, but knew the sensible thing was to wait until they both had their degrees, when they would marry and have kids. That was the right way to do it.
Ed could see excitement, lust, fulfilment and fear chase across her features, and although he was no more than eighteen, as she was, had enough wisdom to understand her needs, her feelings and her emotions.
‘If it happens, then it will be wonderful and we will get married. But perhaps you ought to go on the pill so we can let it happen when we want it to.’
She gave a crooked smile.
‘Perhaps we ought to have discussed that before we did it. I could be a momma in nine months time baby.’
Ed shook his head.
‘This time was special. It’s our first time and it ought to have everything, including the chance that it could give us our little one, a little Allie or maybe a little Ed.’
Alison decided that a little Allie or a little Ed sounded real cute. She was not sorry they had done it properly, but common sense suggested she went on the pill.
Ed’s cock was already deflating in her body and he pulled out of her with a wet squelching sound. As he did so a rush of fluids poured out of her cunt, which was resting just off the end of the sofa. The fluid, a mixture of blood from her hymen, her own secretions and Ed’s semen, created an unpleasant looking dark red pool on the carpet.
Ed stared at it. He groaned.
‘Oh shit.’
Quickly he put his hand to her crotch to collect any more discharge but it was a case of bolting the stable door after the horse, or semen, had bolted. Allie, conscious that there was a problem from Ed’s expression and actions, sat up and stared at the tell tale patch.
The two youngsters clutched one another as they stared at it aghast. How did you explain a bloody stain on the carpet on the morning after Ed’s childhood sweetheart had arrived? Even the dimmest parent could guess that Alison had lost her cherry on the family couch a few minutes after Ed’s parents had left the house to go to work.
‘Christ Ed, what do we tell your mom and pop?’
Ed grinned at her.
‘Hi mom, Hi pop. Hope you don’t mind but I was screwing Allie as soon as you’d left us alone, and she bled all over the carpet. Dock it off my allowance.’
It was a superb answer, but Allie was in no mood for humour.
‘For fuck sake you dumbbell, we can’t say that. They’ll think you just screwed the biggest slut in America. We gotta clean it up.’
‘Put your hand over your pussy baby. Go to the bathroom, get cleaned up and then put on some panties and we’ll see what we can do.’
Allie headed off to the bathroom to do as she was bidden. Quarter of an hour later she got back to find Ed on his hands and knees with a damp rag, some water in a clean bowl and some discoloured water in what was the ‘after’ bowl. He shook his head.
‘I’ve cleaned out some of it honey, but look?’
She looked. It was now a dull red splodge rather than a vivid red splodge, so it looked as if the kids had tried to clean it up and failed dramatically. Carpeting, it seemed, had an affinity for pussy blood.
Allie, usually the mover in their life, sat on the couch, crying. She did not have a clue what to do. In the past, if she had a problem, she could ask mom or pop, but could she pick up the phone.
‘Hiya Mom, I got me a problem. Ed just popped me and I bled all over the living room carpet. How do ya clean up the mess?’
After another half hour the result was if anything worse, and Ed took away the bloodied water and the blood stained cleaning rags. As he went out of the room, he took Allie’s hopes with him as well. She sat, wearing just her panties, staring at a pool of blood.
Shortly before lunch, when they were still trying to invent plausible excuses, the postman called. Ed threw his clothes on and answered the door to find a large envelope from the University addressed to him. There was another one to Allie, addressed c/o the James’ family.
Not even the final instructions from the university where they would soon be students relieved Allie’s gloom, but as Ed looked at the packet, the glimmering of an idea came to him. He turned to Allie.
‘Honey I got an idea how to deal with that mess.’
She had no idea what he was talking about but it sounded great. He returned bearing an evil looking knife in an intricately worked brass sheath. He pulled the dagger out of the sheath.
‘Chris Ed, you aren’t gonna kill me are ya?’
He shook his head.
‘Nope, babe, camouflage.’
‘What in God’s name is it?’
‘Dad’s old man was a major in the British 8th Army during the war under Monty. That’s Field Marshal Montgomery. They chased Rommel from El Alamein, not far from Cairo, all the way to Libya. Dad picked up this ceremonial Arabic knife. It’s called a Jambiya.’
Allie would have been delighted to learn about Ed’s family and even about evil looking Arabic daggers, but there was a time and a place for everything. Ed picked up the university letter inserted the knife into the flap and dragged it through the flap and into the flesh part of his palm.
‘Owww, fuck, that hurt.’
Once before, Ed had cut himself using the dagger as a letter knife. Blood welled from the deep wound staining the envelope and dripping on to the carpet.
‘Ed, what the fuck are you doing, you dumbbell?’
Ed, his face white with shock, grunted.
‘It’s disguised that blood. When this stops bleeding we’ll be OK. I once cut myself before, but I think I overdid it this time.’
Allie stared in shock at her precious Ed. Initially she assumed it was some silly accident, but now she knew it had been a deliberate cold-blooded act of self-injury to protect her reputation. Her awe at what he had done for her sake made her realise his devotion to her, but blood was pouring from the wound.
‘Ed we gotta do something.’
She grabbed her blouse and wrapped it round his wrist tightly to make a tourniquet, which reduced the flow of blood, but could not remain there for too long as it cut off the blood supply to his wrist.
Ed was pale and clearly in considerable pain.
‘We better ring the ambulance, babe.’
OK, I’ll make a 911 call.’
‘It’s 999 over here.’
‘Fine, whatever.’
Allie stabbed the 999 into the keypad and gabbled.
‘Help we need an ambulance, my boyfriend has cut his’ self and is bleeding to death.’
The calm voice of the operator asking innumerable questions nearly drove Allie to despair because Ed was, in her view, liable to die from loss of blood. Eventually the operator had taken down the millions of useless details such as her name and where she was living, which was answered ‘the same fucking place as Ed’ to the operator’s obvious disapproval.
She slammed the phone down. Ed, although pale, was looking at her with a smile.
‘Fucking asshole. About the only thing she didn’t want to know was how many times you came in my pussy.’
‘They have a job to do, darling.’
‘Well, patching you up would be useful.’
‘Allie, we needed the tourniquet and we can explain that you tore your blouse off as we needed something fast, but you need some clothes before the ambulance arrives.’
Allie rushed upstairs grabbed a t-shirt and ran downstairs. A few moments later they heard the ambulance arriving and the paramedic looked at the cut and the bloodied envelope.
They walked Ed out to the ambulance and the senior paramedic turned to Allie.
‘We’ll take him straight to A+E, and you follow on as soon as you can miss.’
‘I’m coming with you.’
‘Sorry miss, you’ll have to make your own way to hospital.’
Allie jumped into the back of the ambulance.
‘You’ll have to get out miss, or I’ll have to put you out.’
‘Just try it honey and I’ll go get that fucking knife and slit my own wrist open then you’ll have to fucking take me.’
Ed looked at his raging fiancée and the two ambulance men.
‘She means it fellers. If you don’t take her, she’ll do just that, and I won’t leave here if I think she is at risk.’
The senior ambulance man looked at him sourly.
‘Get in the back Sir. In the circumstances we’ll take you and your excitable young lady to A+E.’
On the journey, Allie decided she needed to mend fences.
‘Mister, I’m sorry I was real nasty to you, but I was more scared that if I’d had a hungry grizzly payin’ me a social call when I was livin’ in a tent. I only got here from the States last nite, and I don’t want my boyfriend to up and die on me.’
The ambulance men looked at the teen. She was clearly besotted with her English boyfriend and had been close to hysterics. With the tourniquet, the lad was not gonna bleed to death. He reached out and patted her hand.
‘He’s gonna be OK miss. Was that tourniquet your blouse?’
‘Yeah.’
‘Well, that saved his life, so it may not be much use to wear again, but you got good value from it.’
‘I sure did, and … do you mind my asking, are you married?’
‘Yes, fifteen years now.’
‘Waal, you can go tell your wife from me that she has got herself one fantastic husband. If I didn’t have Ed here, I might chase you.’
‘I’ll tell her, and don’t worry. Your boyfriend, or your fiancée, will be OK.’
Allie looked at Ed.
‘He’s my fiancée, just mine, and I am one lucky gal.’
The ambulance man had been infuriated when the arrogant little bitch had forced her way on to his ambulance, but decided she was really rather cute, and that her boyfriend clearly meant the world to her.
At the hospital, Ed was placed under a local anaesthetic whilst the wound was cleaned out and sutured and a dressing applied. Despite the ambulance man’s assurance, Allie was desperately concerned that Ed was about to die.
Ed had given Allie his father’s number so she had to unravel the peculiarities of the British phone system and finally got through to Colonel James’ secretary.
‘Hiya, I’m Allie, I need to speak to Ed-Pop.’
‘Sorry miss.’
‘I need to speak to Ed’s dad, the Colonel.’
‘What exactly is it about.’
‘Ed nearly cut his hand off.’
Finally the secretary put her through to Ed’s dad, who she had called ‘Ed-Pop’ to distinguish him from her own pop, when she was little.
‘Ed was opening a letter with that horrid knife and he cut his wrist open and we rang 911 and we got an ambulance and we got to the hospital and they’re patching him up an he’s gonna be OK.’
She managed the entire message without punctuation or a pause for breath, but Colonel James was used to Allie’s rapid-fire delivery when she was excited.
‘Allie, you say that Ed will be OK?’
‘Yeah that’s what they told me and I think they know what they’re doing.’
‘Allie, you and Ed stay at A+E and we’ll pick you up there.’
Ed’s parents commiserated with their son and scolded him mildly for his carelessness, which could have had far more serious consequences if Allie had not been there to sacrifice her blouse as a tourniquet.
Chapter 4
When Allan and Dorrie James took their injured son and his girlfriend home, they could see how traumatic it had been for Alison. They officially assumed the young American girl was squeamish about blood, and had no idea of the real reason.
In reality, Allan James, who was used to putting together riddles from bits of Soviet signals that were deciphered at GCHQ, had a hunch that the first blood had not been from Ed, and that his attempt to disguise it had gone further than had been intended.
Allie had seen her Ed deliberately injure himself to protect her reputation by masking her vaginal blood with his own. It had been traumatic, but the realisation that her Ed would do that for her transformed Allie’s affection for Ed into an unbounded devotion.
Even during the car ride home, Dorrie James could see that Allie’s regard for Ed had changed from obvious affection to worshipping the ground their son walked on. When they got home, Allie took him by the hand into the house and apologised for all the blood.
She cut Ed’s food for him at mealtime, feeding him, and appointed herself chief nurse. Dorrie, with a mother’s wish to look after her son and a sense of the proprieties, protested mildly when Allie announced that she would dress and undress Ed.
Allie established who was responsible for looking after Ed in her own inimitable fashion.
‘It’s perfectly in order, Mrs James, Ed and I are engaged, so I’m his fiancée, so it’s quite OK for me to dress and undress him.’
‘That’s very nice to know, dear. When did you get engaged?’
Before Allie could put her foot in it, by telling his mom that they had been engaged since they were ten years old, Ed intervened.
‘We got engaged this morning, mum.’
‘Congratulations dear.’
Dorrie James gave her son a quizzical look. She had chanced on one of the letters from the twelve year old Allie to her ‘Fianzee’ shortly after the Reynolds family had returned to the States, so knew the kids had been ‘engaged’ for years. Allie might not be able to spell the word properly, but she was Ed’s fiancée.
Dorrie had a hunch that Allie would have blurted out the truth, but that Ed had tried to make everything more ‘respectable’. She decided it would be better to live with the little white lie, and if Allie’s devotion to her ‘Fianzee’ remained as intense as it was, then Ed had landed on his feet.
The ‘accident’ meant that Allie spent most of her time in Ed’s room, day and night, ‘as she needed to be there to look after him.’ There was some truth in this, as the dressing on his injured hand made it hard for Ed to attend to many tasks.
Wisely Allan and Dorrie accepted that their son now had a fiancée who was to all intents and purposes living with him. They suggested that Allie should tell her mom and pop of the new relationship, and Alison enthusiastically accepted their advice.
Allie’s parents were well aware of their daughter’s feelings for her ‘fianzee’, and the formal admission that the couple were engaged made life a lot easier. Whilst they were worried about the risks of an unplanned pregnancy, they felt that with the engagement now out in the open, it would be easier for the kids to take the necessary precautions.
In early October, the young couple went off on their next adventure to the University of Warwick. The University had been set up in the late 1960s and was just off the Kenilworth Road on the chic western outskirts of Coventry. It was given the name of the county town rather than of Coventry as that sounded more upmarket, and was a brand new university.
The architects who designed it must have had a toilet fixation as all the original buildings were covered in white tiles. However suited these were to the inside of a public loo, they were not an ideal external decoration, as water percolated behind them and in cold weather froze, causing tiles to detach from the structure to the hazard of anyone beneath.
The university had an international perspective from the very outset. A few yards from the social building, which was known as Rootes Hall, as it was funded by the legendary carmakers, there was Benefactor’s Hall. This had been built especially for overseas students.
Allie had only to step out of the entrance to Benefactors, walk alongside the raised rectangular concrete pond and in less than a minute she was in the social block.
The original halls of residence, blocks A-H, were parallel to Rootes Hall, but separated from it by Red Square. This was a square with a modernistic sculpture of something, although what the something was defied interpretation. It had started life green, but as a prank, a group of students had painted it red.
Students in the 1960s and 1970s were renowned for their left wing leanings, so the square became known as ‘Red Square’ for obvious reasons. There was a clear line of sight from H block, where Ed was given a room, to Benefactors Hall, where Allie lived, but sadly Ed’s room was on the opposite side of H block looking towards the east.
It would have been more convenient if the two lovers had shared one room. In reality, that is what happened, but the university had not expected two eighteen-year-old students who already had an eight-year engagement behind them. Due to that oversight, the James and Reynolds families had to pay for two rooms.
They soon worked out a modus operandi, using Ed’s room for study and the bed for any daytime fucking they felt like, which meant it was in use a great deal. At night they would retire to bed in Allie’s room in Benefactors, which was officially a mixed sex block.
During the summer term, when the weather was warm, the two youngsters let their hair down. One night when they were heading from Ed’s room after a revision session that had lasted until one in the morning, Allie was in her usual mischievous mood, and darted away from Ed to play hide and seek around the tubes and cylinders of the statue that gave Red Square its name.
Ed stalked her around the statue, but suddenly spied a skirt lying on a shallow cylinder that was perhaps 18 inches tall and three feet across. A few moments later he found a blouse and the next item was a bra. This was promising, as all that was left to discard were her panties. They were lying in the centre of the shallow cylinder.
Ed gathered up all four items and ran across Red Square, and up the shallow slope to the entrance to benefactors. He went up to the first floor windows that overlooked Red Square and waited. After a couple of minutes a head peeped out from behind the statue.
Allie realised her naughty prank had backfired, and that her equally naughty boyfriend had decamped with all her clothing. There was nothing to do but to run as fast as she could across Red Square, and up the slope to Benefactors, hoping no one was about at one in the morning.
When she got through the door into Benefactors, she ran up the stairs. She had a hunch that Allan would be keeping a look out from the public lounge, so went there, rather than to their room. He was relaxing, sitting on her clothing, so that she couldn’t grab it. With her chest heaving from running so hard she puffed at him.
‘You bastard, grabbing my clothes.’
‘I saw these clothes lying about and wondered if they belonged to anyone we knew, so I brought them here.’
‘Give me my clothes.’
‘What will you give me for them?’
‘I’ll kick your balls in if’n you don’t.’
‘You gotta give.’
Allie realised she would have to give and that it was likely to be fun anyway.
‘OK, what do you want?’
‘A blowjob.’
‘Fine let’s go to our room.’
‘I meant here.’
‘This is a public lounge, you dummy.’
‘Where better to get blown than in a pubic lounge?’
‘Public not Pubic. Ohh all right.’
Allie walked up to Ed, who had moved clear of her clothes, as he was sure she would not do a runner. She knelt down between Ed’s legs and decided to do a ‘no hands’ BJ, taking his flaccid cock into her mouth and sucking it to hardness. Once it was sufficiently hard, she would roll the foreskin back with her teeth, being careful not to nip Ed.
Allie sensed that Ed had expected a quick if risky BJ in the public lounge, followed by more leisurely sex in their room. Running her hand up and down the shaft would ensure that Ed came quicker than using the ‘no hands’ technique, so she was increasing the risk of being discovered. She had decided to pay her lover back by making it the slowest possible BJ.
After five minutes, Ed was desperate for two reasons. He was worried that someone might come, and he was desperate for a piss. Finally he groaned.
‘Allie we gotta go, I have to pee.’
With her voice distorted due to seven inches of cock in her mouth, Allie responded.
‘Do it then, but make it slow so I can swallow it.’
‘Whaat?’
‘Do it, you dumbbell.’
Ed grabbed the base of his cock and slowly started pissing. To his amazement, Allie sucked steadily, swallowing the piss down. Ed had been terrified that the pee would get splashed all over the carpet, but by holding his cock so he could control the flow, his sex maniac girlfriend was not wasting a drop.
Ed had never considered ‘golden showers’ as a possible form of sexy fun before, but discovered that if he restricted the flow, and with Allie sucking the goodness away, it was like an orgasm that went on for a couple of minutes instead of a few seconds.
When his bladder was empty, Allie resumed conventional oral sex, and two minutes later several shot of cum joined the half litre of piss that was in her tummy.
Although she pretended to be ‘madder ‘n a wet hen’ at Ed for running off with her clothing, Allie had got a kick out of her nude run across Red Square and her impromptu BJ on Ed in the lounge of Benefactors.
A few days later, she and Ed went to Birmingham for the day, returning by a late train to Coventry and getting the bus that ran past Coventry train station and along the Kenilworth Road. As they walked along Gibbet Hill Lane towards the university, Allie had a brain wave.
The vice chancellor lived in one of the houses between Kenilworth Rd and the East Site, and Allie announced she needed to piss. She darted through the open gates into the VC’s garden and hastily stripped off her jumper, bra, skirt and panties
To Ed’s surprise she emerged from the VC’s garden stark naked and holding a plastic bag, into which she had stuffed her clothes.
‘Take this lot Ed and go home.’
‘What about you?’
‘I shall stay here for five minutes, and then come home like I am.’
‘Why not go together?’
‘I might chicken out and grab my clothes, if’n you’se near me.’
‘But..’
‘Skeddadle, it’s cold.’
Ed did as she said, and after five minutes Allie emerged from the bushes in the VC’s garden and had the dicey task of getting along Gibbet Hill Lane to the East Site. Fortunately there were no pedestrians around at close to midnight.