A New Beginning Pt. 12

I got out and went to his trailer while the unloaded the washer. Margret was cooking supper. She turned when I came in. I undressed as she watched me. I walked past her to the bed room and stretched out on the bed, waiting on her.

She came and stood in the doorway looking at me.

"Just like that, huh? You come waltzing in and expect me to just spread my legs for you?"

"Nope, I sure don't."

I rolled out of bed, went to the living room and started getting dressed.

"What are you doing? Where you going?"

"Well, it appears as if I'm getting dressed. I reckon I'll go to Jeb and May's and fuck her. I'm sure she'd be willing and not give me a bunch of guff about it."

"Now look, I just need some romance or something first."

"You want romance, your husbands out there. You want sperm, I'm in here. Make up your mind, once I'm out the door with full balls, I'm not coming back again."

"Ok, I'll do whatever you want."

I tossed my clothes on the couch and watched her undress. She had nice full tits with big nipples that pointed down. Wide hips and a dark patch of pussy hair between her thighs. I followed her into the bed room, enjoying the sway of her ass and hips.

She laid down on the bed and spread her legs. I went down and started licking and sucking on her swollen labia and clit. I explored her body a while. Enjoying her maturity. Not that 35 was overly mature.

I slid up and sucked and bit her nipples. Kissed up her neck to her lips and slid my tongue in, the kiss building in intensity. I broke it and went back down, kissing and exploring. To her belly button, then back to her pussy. I pushed her legs back and apart. Exposing her full womanhood to me.

I looked up into her eyes and saw her passion filled eyes staring past me. I looked back and George was there, watching. I went back to her. I tongued her little puckered ass, probing and licking.

She gasped and started breathing heavily. I pressed harder into her flexing little virgin hole. Faster, up and down, side to side. She tensed up, so I moved quickly to her clit, sucking hard, capturing it gently between my teeth and started flicking my tongue hard across it. She exploded into my face. Grabbing my head and letting out a wild scream as she thrashed around, humping my face. I kept going back on her ass hole, causing her to cry out in orgasm again. Then I rammed my tongue past her anal ring and started thrusting it in and out. I slid a finger inside her soaking wet pussy, pushing upward until I found her G spot and started pressing upward, massaging it. My free hand went to her tits, squeezing her nipples.

I fucked her little ass hole with my tongue, keeping the massaging of her G spot, twisting her nipples, harder and faster, unrelenting, without mercy. She was creening and whining now, feeling the immense soul wrenching pressure building up in her loins and gut until she screamed a scream of raw passion. Her orgasm flooded out of her, becoming one continuous sensation she never wanted to stop.

Suddenly, she was drained. She lay there quivering and jerking in the aftermath of experiencing multiple mind blowing orgasms for the first time in her life.

I slid up between her legs, my savagely swollen cock throbbing and jerking.I placed it at her cunt and started forcing my huge girth into her pulsating pussy. As I slid past the point where any man had ever been, she wrapped her shaking arms around my neck and kissed me. Her tongue going inside my mouth as her heels drummed my hips. Her nails dug into my back as she fought to spread her legs wider for me.

I slipped my arms between her legs and forced her open as wide as she could go. I felt her cervix pressing against my precum weeping piss hole. Then I forced myself the rest of the way into her. My balls rested against her flexing ass hole now.

I started fucking her. Savage, animalistic passion behind every bone bruising thrust. I was battering her cervix now. She started thrashing around, kissing me, clawing at my flesh. Orgasm after renewed orgasm squirted and sprayed around my battering cock. She was gusting her breath, whining, screaming and begging as each new cunt soaking orgasm flooded her.

"Oh fuck me! Harder! Fuck me! I love you!

I reached down deep and found my second wind and really laid to her. With every ounce of my strength and will, I pounded into her with lightning fast strokes.

My cum raced out of my balls and blasted into her depths, filling her to over flowing with my sperm. It jetted straight into her ovulating womb. I held still inside her, letting my balls finish emptying into her battered, swollen pussy.

I pulled out, kissing her gently. Then walked out. A stream of cum dangling from my swaying cock. George was staring at me, then her. Open mouthed. Not knowing what to say.

I ran into the others piled up behind George, they had gathered to witness the spectacle. They too were staring at me. The sisters staring at my cock. I just kept going. I got dressed.

Clearing my throat, they turned.

"Make sure you get that rebar in right, now. We don't want to have to redo it."

Margret came out on weak, shaking legs. Sperm flowing down her thighs. She walked up to me, looking me in the eyes, and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me.

"Thank you, daddy."

"You're welcome, honey. Now fix your man his supper."

Giving her ass a solid whack, causing it to jiggle, I left and headed home. On the way, I spotted another home for sale. It had the bank's sign on it. I pulled in and walked around it. Looking in windows. It was a two bedroom, with an electric line running to to it. There was a big fenced back yard with a whitewashed picket fence out front. It appeared to be freshly painted, with a new roof. It was about a quarter mile from Jeb and May's. Perfect. I went on home.

Florence's car was parked next to Elsie's. I went on up. Mama was at the table with Sam. The kids were in the back yard with the dogs. I imagine Elsie put them out on account of Florence. Like I said, that bitch will chomp a chunk out of you.

Elsie and Florence was cooking supper. Chicken fried steaks, taters and onions, fried okra, gravy and biscuits.

I went upstairs and bathed, put on my pajamas, went down got a glass of tea.

Elsie looked at me,

"Florence says you got into fight."

"Wasn't much of anything. Just taught him some manners is all."

Mama cut in,

"Jacob never has been one to brook no nonsense about abusing women."

I went outside and stared off out over the water. I dozed of at the rhythmic sound of the waves. Elsie came out,

"Honey, suppers on."

I got up and stretched.

"She's pretty. Florence is."

I nodded.

"Yep, rarely so."

"You fucked her yet?"

I shook my head

"Are you going to?"

"Elsie, I just don't know. What's got into you all the sudden?"

"I don't think I like you fucking other women anymore."

"We been over this."

"Yes, we have, I want you to stop."

"Now, you know that's not gonna happen."

"Well, you come in smelling like pussy. Who you fucking today, May?"

I shook my head again.

"Well, who then?"

Margret."

"Georges wife?"

"Yep."

"I can't do this anymore. I'm leaving here."

"Elsie, you have to do what's best for you."

"Don't you care?"

"Yes, very much so."

"Then why not fight for it?"

"I reckon I've got enough to fight out there making a living every day without have to come home and start fighting all over again. You're gonna make up your mind one way or another."

She just looked at me. I knew she was gonna leave me then. I also knew it wasn't about other women. I'd proven time and again I'd always come home. No, she wanted more out of life that being a simple housewife on this island, all the rest was just an excuse. I'd give her a million dollars cash. Then let her go. I went in and went upstairs to bed without eating.

Morning came and I got up quietly to not disturb Elsie. I woke mama up.

"Come outside. I need to talk to you."

She got up and pulled on her robe and followed me down. She made coffee and we each got a cup and went outside.

"I run across Hazel yesterday. She's working at one of them fish markets."

Mama started with a gasp.

"Oh my god. You found your sister."

"Well she found me. She recognized me somehow."

"It's no wonder, you look just like your brother."

I nodded.

"Well, you'll take me over there?"

"Yep. Got some business to handle first. Elsie's leaving."

"Oh no. I was afraid of that. What about the baby?"

"I don't know, what about it."

"You'll just let her go?"

"How can I stop her?"

"By giving her what she wants."

"Yep, then eventually that changes, too. Next week, next month, next year. She'll decide something else I'm doing isn't acceptable. She knew who I was going in, if she don't like that anymore, nothing I do is gonna change that. I haven't changed the way I was when we first met. She was good with it then, so why all the sudden are we dealing with a big change? All I can do is make sure she and the young'uns are provided for."

"I just think you're making a mistake."

"How? By buckling under her demand that I change who and what I am? I never lied to her. I've provided for her and her children since I took them off the street. I never asked her to change anything about who she is. So, why all the sudden is it me that has to uproot just to please somebody elses notion of what they think I should be? She knew who I was from the get go."

I sipped my coffee,

"Look at you and me. Have I demanded you do this or that in order to keep you around? Or have I accepted things the way they are and went on doing what I do? The night I picked you up off the floor when papa put you there. Why'd you take me instead of him? Did that change the way I treated you? Or did I just keep on doing what I'd always done. Don't I give you and her whatever you want? Seems to me the only ones changing us y'all. I'm still plugging away, working to secure a comfortable future for generations to come. What are y'all doing? Trying to change me to suit your own notions."

I got up and tossed my coffee. I was done with this. If she all the sudden wants to go, then go. I ain't gonna like it none at all. But, I ain't gonna change who and what I am just to suit somebody else. You take me or leave me, but I'm gonna be me no matter what.

I went in. Elsie was sitting at the table. I looked at her. All the sudden I was mad clean through. I'm so fed up with this shit, it ain't even funny. She looked up at me, tears in her eyes.

"I heard what you said out there. Will you sit down and talk to me?"

"Elsie, I'm done talking. You got something on your mind, you trot it out, but I'm not arguing anymore. Like I said, I'll give you a million in cash and the Ford I bought you out yonder, and anything else in this house you want. In point of fact, you keep the house. I'll move out today. I'll go to the bank and open an account in your name for the million dollars. You'll be set up."

"Please, don't do this, just hear me out."

I sat down, trying to control the anger flowing through me.

"You're absolutely right. I've never felt so loved and accepted since I've been with you. You've always respected my thoughts and stood by me. I can't even recall a time you asked me for anything. I'm just being emotional. I'm being selfish, and for that I'm sorry. I don't want to leave you. I just want you to want me. Like you did when you first saw me and the kids walking down the street. You took them in as your own, never asking for anything. I know no other man would do that. Even when my husband showed up. You stood up for yourself, but you respected me enough to stand back in front of all those men and let me choose what I wanted. Willing to let me walk away with him, and giving me the money to provide even then. I just saw her yesterday and I saw how beautiful she is and how fat and bloated I am. I'm just feeling sorry for myself. I don't want to change you. Even though you are a goddamned pussy hound. I know that's what you are, but I also know you respect me enough to accept me for who and what I am. I guess I should do the same for you. If you'll still have me, that is."

I looked at her, making sure she was finished before saying anything.

"Ok, sounds like you have it all figured out."

I got up and started upstairs.

"Where you going?"

"To get dressed. I got work to do."

"What about what I just said?"

"What about it? I sat and heard you speak you're piece. I figured you said it. There something else?"

"Well, you want me to stay or not?"

"Elsie, you know how I feel about you. You're a growed up woman. You make your own mind up. I'm not the one flopping around like some fucking catfish on the river bank not knowing where the hell they're gonna end up at. You're the one with the choice to make here. I'm not gonna baby and pet you like your a goddamned milk fed calf. Stay or leave. It's your choice, not mine. If you gave two shits about what I thought, we wouldn't be having this discussion to begin with."

"Well, I'm staying. That what I decided to do."

I went over and kissed her,

"I'm glad. Now, you got that bee outta your bonnet?"

"Yep."

"I love you."

"One other thing."

I turned to look at her.

"When you fuck her, she's eating my pussy."

I just chuckled and shook my head. Sometimes I have a hard and diffidult time understanding the way of folks.

I went upstairs and went in the bathroom. Florence was already in there, naked, about to turn the water on.

"Good morning. I just need to piss. I'll be out of your way in a jiffy."

"Well, did y'all sort that out?"

"Apparently."

"Jacob, I'm sorry for causing trouble. I'll go and..."

I just shook my head.

"What?"

"Now here you go. I can't turn around and chunk a rock around here without hitting a notional female."

"Well, I figured the trouble started with me."

"The only thing you're guilty of is having the beauty the good Lord gave you. What crawled up her ass ain't got nothing to do with you. But, be warned, she done allowed as when we fuck, you're eating her pussy."

She stared at me wide eyed,

"Eati... Oh my god! I've never did anything like that before."

I shrugged,

"Well, you staying or going?"

"Do I still have my job?"

"If you want it."

"Of course I still want it."

"Then get that pretty ass bathed. We got shit to do."

She turned and bent over to turn the water on. Those beautiful ass cheeks shining. I couldn't help myself. SMACK! Followed by a squeal. She turned and looked at me. Pretty soon, she stepped over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me.

"Well" she said quietly, "I guess I better polish up on my pussy eating skills, because your shoving that horse cock up in here."

She grabbed my hand and slid it between her legs. Then turned and started filling the tub.

I went to the bedroom and dressed, combed my hair, damn, I needed a hair cut. Ready for the day, I went downstairs, passing mama on the way by, I reached out and cupped her heavy, swaying tit,

"How about you? You got any foolish notions, too?"

"Nope, I'm perfectly content, now if you'll let my saggy old tit loose, I gotta see to the young'uns. By the way, happy birthday, son."

She kissed me softly and headed on up. I watched her going up. Her mature hips swaying. Then she was out of sight. I heard her waking the young'uns up.

My birthday? Was it? Damn, so much has happened over the last year. Much more than I thought possible. So, now I'm 19? Hell, seems like just another day to me.

I headed on down and sat at the table. Elsie came by and kissed me.

"You're mama told me it's your birthday. What do you want for your birthday? I need to buy you a gift."

I pulled her down on my lap,

"Honey, what I want, money can't buy. Besides, I already got it."

"You care to share what that is?"

"You, the young'uns, mama, my work, what more can a man ask for?"

She giggled,

"Damn, I just love you so much, Jacob Flannery."

"I love you too."

Florence came down looking like she stepped out of one of them fancy magazines. God damn, but she was pretty. She had on a blood red dress. Her black hair was perfect. Her lips and nails shone brightly with matching red lipstick and polish.

Elsie poured her a cup of coffee.

She looked at Elsie speculatively. Elsie looked back at her,

She put her coffee on the table, walked over to Elsie and kissed her seductively, sliding her hand in Elsie's robe between her legs.

Then kissed her again while manipulating her pussy.

Elsie gasped into the older woman's mouth. Breathing heavily. The sudden unexpected stimulation pushing her over the top quickly. Elsie's knees shook as her orgasm flowed through her loins. Florence released her, then picked up her coffee and sat down smiling mischievously.

Elsie sat down breathing heavily. Staring at her, then at me.

"Don't look at me."

I found myself shaking my head in wonder yet once again at the notions folks get. I got up, looked at Florence,

"You ready?"

I walked around and kissed Elsie.

"Yep."

She got up, and placed her cup in the sink, walked over to Elsie, shoved her hand in her robe, grabbed her tit, and kissed her soundly. Then walked out behind me.

I got in the truck, she came over,

"I riding with you?"

I nodded and she got in. I cranked it up, let it warm up a spell, then took off, headed to the bank.

She looked at me curiously,

"Aren't you going to ask me about what happened."

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"I figure if you wanted to explain it, you don't need me asking to get it done."

"You know, sometimes your direct approach to logic can be infuriating."

"Ok."

I pulled in and parked.

"Be right back."

I went in, glancing at Pat's office on the way by. She stared at me with a strange look in her eye, then waved. I smiled and waved back. Mr Willoby's secretary smiled at me,

"Well, good morning, Mr Flannery. Please, go on in."

"Good morning. You're looking exceptionally beautiful today."

She smiled and blushed, fidgeting around with stuff on her desk.

"Why thank you, you're too kind."

I flashed a smile at her and went back.

"Ah, Mr Flannery! Once again, you're right on time. Mr Morgan has made another deposit in your account. If you'll sign for it?"

He slid the papers over. $500,000 this time. I signed the slip and gave it back.

"Deposit it?"

"Yes sir. I saw another house over yonder that has the bank sign out front."

He thought briefly,

"Oh yes, the old Palmer place. Yes, Mrs Palmer passed and left no heirs or estate. There was an outstanding balance on a loan. The bank has taken it over."

"I want to buy it."

"Certainly, of course. How does $3,000 sound? I had the usual updates done. Plumbing, electric, new gas lines, paint and roof."

I stuck out my hand, he shook it.

"I believe Patricia has the keys. You can get them from her. I'll have the papers drawn up and get the deed filed for you."

"Thank you, sir."

"Oh indeed, it's always a pleasure, Mr Flannery."

"I went to Pat's office and knocked, she looked up and motioned me in and went back to writing. Without looking up, she asked,

"What can I do for you sir?"

"I need the keys to the Palmer house."

She opened her drawer and pulled out the keys and sat them on the desk.

"Thank you for banking with us, sir."

"Yes m'am. You were my pleasure. Oh, I'm sorry, what I was trying to say was, it is my pleasure."

"Thank you again, sir."

Well, ok then. I left quietly. When I turned back to wave, she was looking at me with tears in her eyes. I went to the truck, and we left. I pulled in the driveway of the house and handed her the keys.

"This is mine?" She asked aghast.

"Yes it is. I hope you find it satisfactory."