Lori stuck her tongue out and grinned at me, that slow, unutterably dirty grin she gets when she’s hatching something, or something mad, bad, and nasty but nice has occurred to her. She began humping back at me, digging in her heels and pushing back against me, taking me in even deeper, even as she began pulsing her rectum around me, the sensation not unlike fingers squeezing and rippling along the entire length of my cock. She began to hitch and gasp as I humped madly, ramming my cock into her as hard as I could while she met me thrust for thrust.
We couldn’t keep this up for long, no humans could, and I came with a shout of release as I sprayed what felt like an endless amount of hot sperm deep into her bowels. Lori screamed as her own orgasm hit her, the rippling in her rectum now an unstoppable, rhythmic milking sensation, dragging my own orgasm out and chiming with her as I pumped stream after steam of my sperm into her.
We slumped down, completely wrung out, Lori holding me tightly as she trembled and shuddered against me with the aftershocks of her orgasm. My cock finally softened enough to slip from her, Lori murmuring and burrowing against me as her own orgasmic tremors and aftershock died away. After a while, I could feel her fingers on my chest as she tapped me, something she does when she’s thinking about something.
“Do you mean what you said earlier, Doctor-Man? About the rest of my life, I mean?”
I grinned back, sure I knew where she was going with this, well, this time anyway.
“Every day, if you want, my darling baby-girl, as many times as I can, that I promise you, although, as you pointed out, you have other holes too; I fully intend to keep them all fully occupied too!”
Lori smirked.
“Done! I want that in our wedding vows, I want a promise of a daily good ole-fashioned Iowa back-country ass-fuck, so you better make it happen, or I’ll make good on my promise to yank your leg off, whittle it into a cock and use it on myself if I have to!”
I raised an eyebrow at her.
“Darling-Girl, just how the fuck am I going to make a promise like that in a church full of people? If I try that, I promise you, Sophie will have me finely minced and rendered down into compost for Richard’s rosebushes! Try something else, anything but that!”
She looked up at me with huge, sad, puppy-dog eyes, and a heartlessly quivering lip, before:
“I thought you loved me!”” she pouted, ” if you did, you would!” came trotting out of her mouth. She did it: she actually played the ‘you would if you loved me’ guilt-card. I had to grin, especially as I could see just how insincere she was at that moment. I wasn’t about to let this go without a fight, though; I mean…
“Alright, how about I solemnly swear, here and now, on that ring on your finger, to hump your rump every day, for the rest of our married life? Does that satisfy Madame?
Lori looked at me with the devil in her eyes and that irresistible smile on her perfect lips.
“Okay Davey, that will be enough for me; you’ve never broken a promise you swore on mummy-bum, so swear now!”
Grinning at the reminder of our childhood, I made the promise I knew I was compelled to keep.
“Darling Lori, I swear on mummy-bum I will always cram your crevice as and when you demand it, forever and ever, amen. Is that good enough, you tiresome trollop?”
Lori grinned at that, her eyes softening.
“Just as long as I’m always your trollop, darling boy!” she murmured.
“Always and forever, beautiful girl!” I promised, kissing her as she sleepily stretched and hugged me close.
“First ultrasound tomorrow, baby, I’m excited, will they be able to tell us if it’s a boy or a girl?” she asked, her eye cocked hopefully at me.
“Not likely, baby-girl, not at only 14 weeks, but we will be able to see and hear the foetal heartbeat.”
Lori smiled happily.
“I’m having your baby…!” she murmured, trailing off as she fell asleep. I watched her for a while, enthralled, as always, by her flawless, porcelain skin, her red lips, and her hair, black and glossy as a raven’s wing. Charlie always told us with a perfectly straight face that Lori’s hair came from his ancestor, a full-blooded Kiowa war-chief, something a small boy from England took in with wide-eyed acceptance; my little sister was a Red-Indian princess! When I got older, of course, I worked it out for myself; Charlie’s family originally came from Savannah, Georgia; not too many Kiowa there, but still, when I looked at that mass of lustrous black hair, Charlie’s tall-tales about Lori’s ancestry were almost believable.
Watching over her, drinking her in, congratulating myself on capturing a true Georgia peach, and feeling her warmth against me, I eventually fell asleep, and dreamed of mother and my father, posing for that painting in the study at Denham Hall.
The ultrasound scan at the hospital in Oxford was just as I expected; what I didn’t plan on was the surge of emotion when I saw my baby’s heart for the first time; just a tiny little dot thrilling away in the shadows on the screen, but suddenly there was my child, and with that came a surge of almost overwhelming protectiveness, my parental instincts suddenly clicking into high gear. Lori listened to the high-speed chatter of the baby’s heartbeat with tears on her cheeks, holding my hand so tight I thought she’d break my fingers.
Now the reality of what we were, and what we were becoming drove home; we were going to be parents, and everything we did from now on had to be for the good of our child; it was a sobering, but welcome thought. It was one of those defining moments for me, the instant when we finally became true grown-ups.
The high lasted all the way back to Sybil’s house, where suddenly our good spirits were dashed by the sight of Bella once more lurking, like a turd at a stop-sign, probably come back to pile more venom on now that she’d had the opportunity to think of something choice to say. Lori looked at me and grinned, raring for the opportunity to deal with her this time, so what could I do? I gave her her head, of course…
“David Denham, I have a here a court order allowing me to take immediate vacant possession of Denham Hall and all its environs, I do hope we can make this transition amicably?” she leered unpleasantly, triumph written all over her face, making her look more than ever like a cat licking shit off a nettle.
“Let me see that, please!” asked Lori sweetly, and the old trout handed it over with much bad grace. Lori scanned through it with one raised eyebrow, then looked up and smiled brightly at her.
“Well, it certainly all seems to be in order,” at which Bella tried to take it back, but Lori held it out of her reach. “except for this one, small, teeny little clause here, where you’ve declared yourself to be the owner of record. Now, dear Aunt Bella, we all know that’s just a teeny, tiny little fib, or perhaps I should say a great big fat juicy lie, as we happen to have a stack of deeds, endowments and charters four feet high showing that David is clearly the only legal owner of Denham Hall, so once again you’ve ‘used a false instrument to gain a monetary advantage’, that is the correct phrase isn’t it, David darling?”
I grinned and nodded.
“Absolutely correct, darling girl! Do go on!”
Lori smiled sweetly at her and pretended to look through the document again.
“Fraud is such a sly little crime, isn’t it, Bella dear, especially when perpetrated by one’s own family? Not that you are actually part of this family, of course, and I happen to know that dear David’s trustee’s are positively straining at the leash to have you tossed in the pokey after the last time you tried this; imagine how they’ll rub their hands in glee when they get this, and they will, be assured of that!”
Lori stopped to let that sink in.
“And by the way, Bella, and this should worry you, the magistrate who signed this is not going to look favourably on the nasty, lying, devious, disgustingly greedy old woman who involved him in her scheme to defraud a family member out of their inheritance, and committed perjury by swearing under oath that she was making a true statement, knowing it was actually a lie.”
Lori looked at her pityingly.
“If you had just waited, David would have made provision for you; he’s not like you, and he feels a strong sense of responsibility for his family, no matter how obnoxious they are, plus of course he loves Rosie dearly, and unfortunately, through no fault of her own, she is your granddaughter, so he would have done that for you for Rosie’s sake. You should have waited, Bella, perhaps you might have been pleasantly surprised, but this, this made sure that nothing will be forthcoming. Way to shoot yourself in the foot, honey! Now, you’re making no friends here, so why don’t I keep this safe for my husband while you climb back on your broomstick and head back into the West, I’m sure your flying monkeys must be missing you!”
Bella’s face was a picture, but I’m not sure of what, as she drew herself up to her full height, spun on her heel, and stumped away. Sybil and Rosie came out then, and linked arms with Lori as they watched Bella disappear into the distance, where Maude’s car once again waited for her.
My aunt nudged Lori and grinned at her.
“You know, dear, I still have my great-grandfather’s old elephant gun; if you like, you can take a pot-shot at her, it has three barrels, if you miss her with one barrel you’ve still got the other two!”