Pussies and Boots

After the first blush of passion passed, I found that the nipple of a tit fit perfectly into my mouth. One after the other, I ravaged the nipples and bountiful flesh of each of Ariel's breasts. How long I sucked tits I knew not, but I next found my lips pulling and tugging on a swollen, wet clit. God, it was good and so was the juicy vaginal hole where my tongue disappeared into!

Ariel seemed to know what she wanted, but she needed help. Luckily, Puss came along and the girl and the cat had a private conversation. I just kept right on enjoying the delight of the tangy taste and smooth texture of the pussy I was eating. I was paying little attention to all else, but a man has to notice when a talking spider shows up. I found out that her name just happened to be Charlotte and she was enlisted by Puss to round up some more light for Ariel. The spider swung off on gossamer threads and soon returned with a force of lightning bugs. The flying bugs were concentrating their glowing lights directly over me. Why?

The answer came soon enough. Ariel scooted out from under me then flipped me onto my back. Puss showed the bugs where to direct their light. My redheaded lover whispered in my ear, "I have never...I have never had a man's...in my mouth. I want to clearly see yours and I want to taste it all! Okay?"

Without awaiting an answer, Ariel grabbed a handhold on the object of her desire. Wantonly pulling and tugging, she took a long hard look at the swollen, elongated hunk of male meat between my legs. Hungry as a meat-starved wildcat, the young lady opened her mouth and began eating. The tender flesh of my cockhead was the first to feel the bite of sharp teeth. Saliva-wet lips then soothed the pain. Lips, teeth, and tongue worked their way down the length of my cockshaft. Kissing, biting, and sucking, the girl's mouth felt like magnificent magic to me. Testicle fires were again burning.

"Play with this," Puss said. Ariel had plenty of light, so she had no trouble finding the ballsack the cat was holding. The girl's fingers squeezed, they juggled, and they played naughty, you-ought-to-be-ashamed-of-yourself games.

Finally, I could take no more. I threw Ariel away from me and then hopped atop her. Reading my mind, Puss guided my cock to the place it belonged. Once more, I thrust into my lover and gloried in the sensation of a tight vaginal hole. Pussy muscles squeezed and pulled me into the deepest depths of heavenly glory. My entire cockshaft had found a home where it could have blissful joy.

Bucking up against me, Ariel suppressed her orgasmic screams. She had no need for more foreplay. Her body had been stimulated enough to cum. When she began cumming, she took me along for the pleasurable ride. Together we two drifted into euphoric oblivion. Delightful merriment lifted our spirits and took us to a carnal heaven where lust and love reigned supreme.

Thank God and bless all his beasts and children, but I had found love at last! "Ariel, I love you!" I shouted to the rafters. "And girl, I'm not speaking from lustful joy. Yes, I love you with lust, but I love you more as my one and only lover and companion for the rest of my life! Young woman, I want you to marry me! Will you?"

Puss spoke first, "Now girl, those are the exact words you needed to hear! You may now say 'yes' if you feel like it."

"I do, I do, oh I really do feel like it, Puss," Ariel replied. The young woman's enthusiasm continued as she kissed me then answered, "Yes, yes, yes I will marry you! And I say yes not just because I lust for you also or that marriage to you will save me from an eternity of sleep, but I say yes because I love you!"

Puss interrupted by clearing her throat. "Hey there beautiful girl," the pussycat interjected. "Don't forget you must be wed before the clock strikes midnight on your eighteenth birthday. In case you have forgotten, today is that day! Oh dang it, there is no clergyman in sight!"

A scurrying sound below was followed by an excited voice, "Oh, I know where a minister is! His name is Marryin' Sam and he is visiting from a place way down south called Dogpatch. I'll fetch him right now in a minute!"

"Thank you, Wilbur," Charlotte said. Looking at my perplexed face, the spider explained, "Wilbur is our piglet friend who was saved from slaughter by a kind gentleman like you. Ariel, you must hurry and prepare for your wedding! I know you have no dress or accessories, but have no fear!"

The hay in the loft echoed the sounds of scampering feet. Out burst two mice. Instead of giving chase, Puss greeted them, "Hello, Jaques and Gus. Will you find her again?"

My mind was too full to accept all the mysteries which it was beholding. I forced it back to something it knew. Ordering the fireflies to turn off their light, I blew out the candle in the lantern then grabbed up the nude girl from the blanket and held her in my arms. I had never known kisses so sweet. My fingers had never fondled skin so soft. Although seminal fluids had already twice flowed from my loins into hers, I felt like they could do so again.

I sat Ariel astride my lap and allowed Mother Nature's mysterious ways to guide my loins into hers. My fiance's vaginal lips kissed my cock's tip then spread like a morning flower awaiting the dew. Dripping moisture coated my cockshaft as the girl slowly lowered herself until she was completely impaled on my rock-hard penile penetrater.

For a girl who was so recently a virgin, Ariel was certainly a quick study in this amusing copulation pastime. Taking the lead from me, she began riding with no shame. Moving in slow, deliberate motion, she kissed my lips with hers, she rubbed my chest with her breasts, and she caressed my cock with her pussy. The love of a woman for her man reigned supreme in her mind.

As carnal passions rose, this sexually obsessed young woman began riding my cock with a wild enthusiasm. Moving in quick, reckless motions, she released my lips but clung to my neck, she slapped my chest with her tits, and she pummeled my cock with her pounding pussy. The lusts a woman has for her man took control of Ariel's mind, body, and soul! With bestial fervor, she fucked me!

I couldn't say I minded her roughness, because, in truth, I didn't mind at all! I loved that my woman both loved and lusted for me. I responded in kind. With her fucking me, I fucked her. My suspicions about my seminal fluids being able to again flow from my loins into hers were proven correct. The quantity of semen and sperm may not have been as much as before, yet the quality of my orgasmic joy was not diminished. Judging by the satisfying sexual sounds emanating from Ariel's mouth, she was also experiencing carnal joy. We sat together with our loins locked and let the love of lust and the lust of love wash over us.

Our love for each other was rewarded in a most unusual, magical way. A Fairy Godmother presented us each with a magic wand bodywash shower and then a new outfit of clothing. While Barn Sprites transformed the hayloft into a bedazzling wedding chapel, Ariel was clothed in a bejeweled gown of glamorous green. Charlotte and her friends spun dozens of webbed reflectors which hundreds of fireflies used to illuminate the grand space. When we stood before the minister, I said my 'I do' to a woman whose gown was complimented by her sparkling green eyes and the curls of her shimmering red hair. This woman said her 'I do' to me in the presence of her old friend Puss and a barn full of God's and Fairyland's creatures and creations.

For the next few hours, or was it minutes, the old barn swayed with the songs and dances of our wedding celebration. Joining the Fairy Godmother and Mother Nature was a sorceress who blew in on a warm wind for the party called Glinda the Good Witch of the South. This time traveler whispered to Ariel and me that in the future this celebration would inspire a bumper sticker which would say, "If the barn is a rockin', don't come a knockin'!"

All too soon, the magic ended. Ariel and I found ourselves standing in only a lantern-lit hayloft clothed and booted as we were when we left the inn. We climbed down the ladder and stood just inside the open barn doors. Our eyes saw her filly Snowy White and my stud William Tell nuzzling romantically.

Slipping my arms around my woman's waist, I nuzzled her neck with my lips and whispered in her ear, "Wife of mine, your young mare will produce a well-bred offspring for us."

Ariel's lips nuzzled my neck in kind and then she whispered back, "Husband of mine, your young wife will likewise produce a well-bred offspring for us!"

(Part 3) From Rags to Riches

Whispering lips stopped speaking and began kissing. Needless to say, we two received little sleep on our quilted pallet bed in the inn's attic that night. Boots and clothing were again discarded and loins were again conjoined. It's a good thing that the sounds of a cock slapping into a pussy don't carry far or else my passionate young wife and I would have kept the house awake all night! I had often heard of honeymoon love and sex, but this was the first I'd ever experienced the mystical miracle of it.

Travel for all resumed after a hearty breakfast. My callous stepbrothers accused me of coddling beggars by paying for the poorly-dressed boy's meal. They never inquired as to 'his' name or asked anything about 'him'. While Edgar and Allan rode their rented coach, Ariel and I rode our saddled horses. The tall, sleek thoroughbred stud and the silky, young Arabian mare made for a beautiful pair.

A few hours later the coach stopped to allow my brothers to stand and stare through the imposing wrought iron gates of an enormous colonial estate. At the end of a long, winding, graveled drive, a triple-storied mansion, built in the order of a French chateau, soared upward so high it blocked the sun in places. Surrounded by stout fieldstone towers, the gates denied entrance to all but the most privileged gentry. These Poe brothers were not counted in such company.

A large black wreath on the gated entrance indicated a death in the family and the pronouncement of one of the dozen armed guards confirmed this. "No admittance allowed," he said. "Unless you are the new Prince of Nevermore we await!"

As Ariel and I pulled abreast of my stepbrother's coach, I fully intended to pass them by. My wife's hand on my arm stopped me. "Raven, isn't that your middle name?" she inquisitively asked. "It says, 'Nevermore'."

Without looking, I knew she was referring to the name boldly chiseled in the great granite capstone which ran from tall gatepost to gatepost. Simply nodding, I answered no more. Puss looked down upon me from her comfortable perch atop the coach where I had secretly placed her for a free ride. The old feline winked as if she were keeping a secret. I'll give Ariel credit, for woman and a young wife, she asked no more on this subject. She stopped looking up, took up her reins, and rode on. I followed. Damn, that's a woman I would follow to Hell and back!

Edgar and Allan's coach soon followed us. I later learned that Puss had looked longingly at the grand estate before it passed from sight. Without a human ear hearing her, she gave clue to a secret premonition by proclaiming in an unusual, Austrian accent, "I'll be back!"

Following the highway, we soon turned onto a roadway which ran alongside a river. This waterway and the lumber and textile mills it powered gave birth to several towns and hamlets. The mills spawned great wealth. Among the greatest of these fortunes was that of William Gates Poe. This man's soul had recently passed on to his reward in Heaven or, as most might say, his more deserving punishment in Hell.

Upon the appointed time, Edgar, Allan, and I were ushered into the Poe estate solicitor's office to hear the reading of the will. Despite my stepbrother's heated objections and without their understanding as to why, I insisted that the young person we had met at the stagecoach inn accompany me. An old pussycat slipped in before the door was shut. The no nonsense solicitor wasted no time and immediately got down to the business at hand reading the words dictated before the deceased passed.

"To my firstborn son, Edgar Jonathan Poe, I bequeath all the most lucrative mills on the eastern side of the river. Upon the rule of law, he is to assume all their assets and liabilities."

"To my second son, Allan Frances Poe, I bequeath all the lucrative mills on the western side of the river. Upon the rule of law, he is to assume all their assets and liabilities."

"To my third son, Raven Nevermore Poe, I bequeath my cat."

Edgar was beside himself with joy. Allan was likewise cheered. With malice in their eyes, they looked towards me and grinned. Their malevolence turned to outright laughter when the solicitor turned and nodded to an associate who opened a door allowing an ancient black cat to totter out on rickety legs.

Puss rushed out from beneath an empty chair. The two felines met and greeted like long-lost lovers. Their purring and rubbing together gave an onlooker the impression that the affectionate feline couple might resort to fornicating at any second.

I put a hand down as the black cat came to me. As I rubbed his head, I said more as a statement of fact than a question, "You must be 'Jinx'."

The cat made no response to me outright, but he gave me a look which implied that perhaps I was a man not to be underestimated. To Puss he cocked an eyebrow and whispered low enough that the others didn't hear, "Does he know?"

Puss shrugged her shoulders then whispered back, "I'm not sure, Jinx, but I wouldn't be surprised."

My spiteful stepbrothers were not yet through with their meanness. "Raven, you seem to be quite taken with your inheritance," Edgar said. "I think Allan and I might allow you to sleep in the stable with your beggar friend, your horses, and your cats!"

Allan guffawed in laughter and my two wicked stepbrothers had a frolicking good time at my expense. I was an easygoing person and I dislike confrontation, but sometimes, enough is enough. This was one of those times.

All human and feline speech, laughter, and communication were put to an end when I rose from my feet and walked up to the solicitor. I handed the court's legal representative a bundle of notarized documents I took from a leather pouch I'd been carrying in my saddlebags. The attorney looked them over carefully, judged their authenticity to be true, and then made comparison with the facts and figures in several ledgers only he had privy to.

Upon clearing his throat, the solicitor announced the following findings with little emotion:

"This document is a codicil to the Poe will and it recants any previous bequests and instead bequeaths ALL of his mills, estates, and properties of all kind to the illegitimate offspring of his one true love, Sinderella Nevermore Charming a Princess of Nevermore."

"This second document is the last will and testament of Sinderella Nevermore Charming and it bequeaths all of the Colonial American Nevermore estates, properties, and possessions to the illegitimate son born of her one true love William Gates Poe whom she gave up to his wife upon his birth to avoid scandal."

"This third document is the official Certificate of Birth listing William Gates Poe as the birth father and Sinderella Nevermore Charming as the birth mother of Raven Nevermore Poe."

"This last document is quite perplexing. It bears the seal of both the Poe family and the Charming family. It states that for either will to have authority, Raven Nevermore Poe must be wed upon his thirtieth birthday and upon the next day after he must reunite the pussycats known as Jinx and Puss."

As expected, the Poe brothers Edgar and Allan took great objection to these turns of event. They aimed the full force and fury of their wrath towards the bearer of the bad news, but I knew it was only a matter of time before it was turned onto me. When all arguments bore no relief from the solicitor, the two seized upon the attorney's own perplexing confusion.

"Sir, with all due respect," Edgar argued. "Although we had no acknowledgement of it, yesterday was Raven's thirtieth birthday! He was not married upon that day!"

"And also, Sir," Allan added. "This is the day after so where is this great reunion of pussycats?"

To put an end to it, I walked back and took the hand of the poorly-dressed young person and together we walked back to the solicitor's side. From my inside tweed jacket pocket, I withdrew yet one more document and introduced it as the previous day's marriage certificate announcing Raven Nevermore Poe as the groom and Ariel Melody Atlantica Dumpty as the bride with Marryin' Sam as the officiating minister.

When I saw doubt still, I reached over and jerked the hat off Ariel's head. Freed from confinement, out cascaded a waterfall of free-flowing hair. Rivulets of fiery red curls spilled over the girl's shoulders. As further proof of matrimonial authentication, I slipped a hand inside my young bride's loose shirt and cupped a breast then I kissed her ruby lips right there in front of God and all.

Introducing themselves, Puss and Jinx both leapt up on the desk. When Edgar and Allan protested their identities, the male pussycat lifted his leg and pissed in their face while the female sprayed them.

"I'm Jinx!" declared the black furred cat.

"And, I'm Puss!" avowed the white pussy.

(Epilogue) Nevermore and Everafter

Ariel and I raced for the exit. We refused the coach and instead rode our champion horses to our new home. The gates to the Nevermore Estate were opened as if a gust of Mother Nature's wind had told the gatekeepers royal guests were coming.

Once inside the Nevermore House, Ariel and I were greeted by dozens of servants plus the head butler and housekeeper who offered to arrange a tour of our new home. More of a castle than a house, this royal residence was built in the order of a 16th-century French chateau. It featured 4 acres of floor space, 250 rooms, 34 bedrooms, 43 bathrooms, and 65 fireplaces. The basement housed a swimming pool, gymnasium, changing rooms, bowling alley, servants' quarters, kitchens, and more.

Ariel declined the tour saying that she and I were tired from a long day's travel. We required nothing more than a meal, a bath, and a bed for sleep. All were arranged post with. The master quarters were a luxurious suite of rooms fit for a king. Wow, this was quite different from the barn where we were married and the attic bed where we spent our wedding night!

Another difference was the absence of magical beings and creatures. Yet, when I opened the master bedroom door I saw our Fairy Godmother turning down the bedcovers. Puss and Jinx sneaked out from under the bed and began mischievously chasing the mice Jaques and Gus. In the spacious master bathroom, Glinda the Good Witch of the South, was testing the bathing waters in an oversized enameled tub. Fairies and bath sprites were lighting dozens of candles whose radiance were reflected by Charlotte's webs. Mother Nature introduced us to Vesta, the goddess of the sacred fires of the hearth, who was stirring the embers in an enormous fireplace while a bevy of Vestal Virgins were adding fuel to the fire.

Ariel and I had no recourse except to go ahead and disrobe in front of all. To do different would be an affront to our guests. I stepped into the soothing waters of the tub and sat looking at my young bride's naked beauty. My hands reached out and grabbed her under the arms. I bodily lifted her nude, feminine form over the edge of the bathtub. I held her motionless in front of my eyes as I quickly studied the picture of her flat, smooth belly and her slim, shapely legs. My eyes focused on the thin patch of red pubic curls which barely concealed a well-developed, split pussy mound. Drops of moisture glistened from a dripping female opening.