Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 01a

William asked her, "What is the matter?" And

She said, "I peed on the bed."

"Laura, you did not pee on the bed. You had an orgasm, and you came all over the bed."

"I still should get it towel, and clean up the mess I made."

"Do you think that is the only time you are going to cum tonight?"

"I don't know William. I am new to all this."

"Then let me tell you, dearest one. That orgasm was the first of many you will have over the course tonight, and all of this weekend."

"You are going to need to change your sheets."

"No dear, when you are staying in a luxury hotel, they change the sheets for you. Now, where was I. Oh yes, I was right about here." He kissed her on her belly button, blew air into it, and made a very funny sound.

Laura grabbed his head and laughed. She stopped laughing a few moments later, when his mouth entered the top of her curls. Her hair was very fair around her vagina, and not very dense. You could easily see her skin through every inch of it. His tongue made her feel very wanton. As he crested her pubic bone, she took a big breath and held it, because she knew what was coming. She felt him lick the lips on each side of her treasure. Then he delved straight into the middle of it. It was like his tongue had eyes. For the second time, as soon as his tongue entered her slit, he hit her clitoris. She arched her hips up to greet it. She felt a finger slide down her lips, until it found the spot she was leaking from, and felt it slide inside her. It was the first thing ever to enter that passage, and it very strange. He withdrew it from her, and suddenly, she found herself with two fingers inside her, and it stretched her to a point where it hurt.

William did not enter her very deep, because he did not want to disturb her hymen. His fingers played around the very edge of her pussy, but still, she began to react, like a woman on fire.

As his mouth moved lower, so did his fingers. As his tongue entered her weeping hole, she arched upward, because the sensation blew her mind. She did not realize until seconds later, that he had put a finger into her ass.

When she did, she said, "William, no, take it out, it is dirty in there."

He ignored her, pushed the finger deeper inside her ass. He moved his tongue faster inside her vagina, and rotated his thumb around her clit.

Blinded by these three simultaneous sensations, Laura screamed, and came explosively, again.

She was barely conscious, when she opened her eyes, and looked at William.

"What happened to your face?"

"The same thing that happened to the bed happened to my face."

"I did that to you?"

"Yes Laura, isn't it wonderful. You have all this passion stored up inside you, and your body is finally releasing it. Lick my face and taste how wonderful you are."

Laura said, "I don't think so. I think I will pass on that, if you don't mind."

"I do mind, Laura. You tasted me, I tasted you. Now I want you to taste yourself."

"Have you ever tasted yourself?"

"I tasted myself moments ago, when I kissed you, after the most delightful orgasm I have had in years."

She realized she was not going to win this argument, so she kissed him on his cheek, and licked it at the same time. She said, "Tangy, a little salty, but with a little oregano, butter, oil, and garlic, you could serve it with linguine."

William laughed, "If Michael put that recipe on the window, he would have men lined up for miles, to eat at his restaurant. However, I am not sure how the health department would react. They would probably want to test all the young women providing this service, personally. They would definitely have them remove all the hair, from around their personal areas, to keep it out of the food. Other than that, I think the recipe, would get rave reviews."

"William, you are so bad."

"Laura, you are the one that came up with the recipe. I told you I was a pervert, but you are catching up to me, quickly."

"If you announce that I came up with this recipe, at school, when I return on Monday, I would be the most popular virgin there."

"There is absolutely no way you are leaving this room, without bleeding on this bed."

"There goes another good idea out of the window."

"Before you try to come up with another good idea, I am going to rid you of that little piece of skin that makes you different from 99% of the women, in your age group."

"Why didn't I keep my big mouth shut?"

"All I can tell you Laura, is when your big mouth was open, I loved it."

"You are a pervert."

"I told you I was married before I asked you to come up to my room, with me. I told you I was a pervert, also. I will never lie to you."

"Are you telling me you never lie?"

"No, I lie all the time. I am not going to lie to you. There is a big difference. Now it is time for more education, and less talking. Questions will be taken after the test."

"What..."

"Shhh... I said after the test." He kissed her lips gently at first, and his hands began to play with her skin; touching and probing, lovingly here and there. His lips moved down and suckled on her breasts, first one, and then the other, until their pink tips stood proud. His left hand moved over the slight bow of her belly and into the curls above her moist cleft. She started to moan as she became more, and more excited at the prospect of what he was preparing her for. She could not believe that her under arms were an erogenous zone, but as he kissed up her side and reached there she could not help but moan. His hand was now inside her, again, and her fluids were dripping all over his fingers, and down her backside. She never believed this was possible. His finger reached a little deeper, and her body reacted by moving back away from it. It was the first time she felt pain. She instantly knew her hymen was intact; so did he.

William looked down at her and said, "Laura, this is going to hurt, and regardless of how much I try to make it easy on you, you are going to be in pain for a few short moments. When I am deep inside you, I will make the pain go away, and you will feel wonderful afterwards. I promise you, tomorrow you will think about the pain; but you will remember the pleasure." Will

"William, I will let you know tomorrow, if you lied to me."

He got between her knees, and forced her thighs as far apart as they would go. Her petals opened, and he could see the tiny opening, with moisture dripping from it. With his left hand, he put the head of his prick at her opening, rubbed it up to her clit, circled it several times, and moved it down to her opening again to lubricate the head.

He watched her eyes as he did this. They went from sky-blue to smoky gray. She was catching fire, but he wanted to make her a raging inferno, before he pushed through her virginity. So, he did it again. He placed the head of his dick just inside that little hole, and her hips came up to greet him. He withdrew the head, slid his dick up to her clit, and rubbed it against that little bundle of nerves, until her hips chased his prick trying to stay in constant contact with it.

She was moaning constantly, and beating her hands on the sheets, because he was teasing her. He thought one more time would do it. So he entered her a little deeper this time, and her hips arched up, again trying to force him deeper. He withdrew and moved up to her clit, and circled it again. Her groan turned into a growl of frustration.

She looked at him and screamed, "Damn You William!"

He smiled at her, but he did not move his prick from her clit. If she had a gun, he thought, she would shoot him about now. He slowly slid his dick down to her opening and inserted the head again. She raised her hips in anticipation, but as she felt him withdrawing, he felt her start to relax her body and lower her hips at the same time. That is when he struck.

His mouth closed over hers, to ameliorate her scream, as he tore through her virginity and rammed his full-length into her sheath, until the bulbous head hit her cervix. Her legs were no longer at her side. They were pounding on the bed, because of the pain. She was crying, and he tried to kiss away the tears. They flowed for over a minute, until she was able to control them. She looked up at him, when she regained the power of speech and said, "Why didn't you just stab me in the stomach, with a knife?"

He kissed her sweetly, and said, "I just did."

"That is not funny, William. I think you tore my insides apart."

"Laura, women and men have done this, since Adam and Eve. This is the way God intended us to do it. This pain is gone forever. Let me show you how pleasurable life can be."

"If you move, so help me God, I will strangle you."

"I wonder how long you will have to pray, after you tell the priest at confession, what you did."

"I should never have told you that story."

"May I move, now?"

"I have not won an argument with you, yet. What makes you think I would win this one?"

Slowly, he moved backwards, an inch, and then forward. He repeated this action over and over again. When she did not complain, he moved back further and further, as he felt her lubricate her sheath. He felt her legs move over his, but her hips had not started to move with him yet. He watched her eyes, and he kissed them. He watched her lips and kissed them. He moved his hand down to her vagina, and played with her magic button, and he heard, "Oh God!" He felt his dick flooded by her moisture. He knew she just had a small orgasm. After that, she was his. Her hips moved in rhythm with his. Her legs moved up over the cheeks of his ass. She kept pressing him deeper into her. Her arms were wrapped so tightly around his chest; he thought she was going to pull him inside her. He decided it was time for her to do some of the work. He turned over quickly, and before she knew what was happening, she was on top.

She took to it like a duck to water. She started bouncing up and down, as if she had done it all her life. She grabbed his hands, and put them on her breasts. Experimentally, she took her right hand, reached down between her legs, and felt him inside her. She moved her hand deeper into her cleft and touched her clit. She said to herself, "Fuck Him," thinking about the priest that tormented her mind for so many years. She started playing with her newfound toy, until she threw her head back, screamed, and came again.

She put her hands on William's chest and moved her hips in every direction she could think of. She was getting tired from all this work and was sweating profusely, until she found herself on her back again. Her knees were by her ears, and her hips were pointed towards the ceiling. He was pounding into her like a freight train roaring down the tracks. Her stomach was turning into a steel ball. It had felt strange before when she came, but this one was much different. She looked up at him, as he was staring down at her, with lusty, almost dangerous eyes. He yelled, and poured streams of life giving fluid into her vagina.

Laura felt pulse after pulse of semen descend into her unprotected womb; and she did not care. He had kept his promise. He had not lied to her. If he had to go home soon, she would always have a part of him with her, if he gave her his child. She would love it, as she loved him. She was glowing, as she felt the warmth of him sliding into her.

"You seem very pleased with yourself."

"I am very happy. I am no longer a virgin. So according to you; I am now part of the 99%, instead of the 1% of women, in this world. I have come up with a new recipe for linguine; and I have found a man that loves me as much as I love him. What could be so bad?"

"Is that all you have to say?"

"Would you like a pat on the back, and a high five for taking my virginity?"

"If you insist, I will allow it. What I was asking is how did making love feel inside your head. Your body tells you one thing, what did your head say?"

"My head said 'Making Love' is something I would never do with someone I did not love. It is something so intimate, and so caring that if you do not love and trust the other person completely, you cannot open your heart to them. If you cannot open your heart to them, you will wind up being hurt."

"You have no idea how I wish I was free at this moment. That was the most touching description of love I have ever heard. I shall treasure you always Laura; however, I am the first man who was going to hurt you, when I have to leave."

"I know that, William, and I have accepted that reality. I will stay with you, as long as you are here. I will cry when you leave, but I will have memories that last me a lifetime."

William gave her an education in sex, for the remainder of that weekend, and for the weeks, and months ahead; until the inevitable happened. Laura became pregnant. On Christmas day she said to him, "I have a present for you. However, I will not be able to give it to you for seven months."

He was confused for a moment. Then his eyes opened up, looked at her, and she smiled. He was ecstatic. He told her not to worry about a thing. He was a wealthy man, and he would provide for her and his child forever. He set up bank accounts for her, paid her doctor bills in advance, and made arrangements for the hospital to send him all the bills. She would have to pay for nothing, not even a blood test. Then he set about getting a healthcare plan for her and the baby. He did not leave any base uncovered. He was going to be a father, again.

"William, living in this hotel all this time, I knew that you were wealthy. I know it is none of my business, but what do you do to make all that money?"

"I am a mathematician. I use computers to help people make money. The more money they make, the more money I make. I am very successful at it."

"You bastard, all this time you could've been helping me with my advanced computer programming and you sat there watching me struggle."

"If I helped you, you would never have learned to do it properly. You learned it the hard way, and you learned it by yourself. As I recall, you also received in 'A' in that class."

"Yes I did, but I had to work my ass off to get that grade."

"A cute little ass it is."

"In a few months, you will not think so."

"Laura, if you watch your diet, and exercise properly, you do not have to gain more than 30 pounds while you are pregnant. It will make it easier on you, after the baby is born, to regain your figure."

"How do you know all this stuff?"

"I am a mathematician."

Laura was to graduate from Manhattan College on May 25. She sent her parents two tickets for the ceremony. A week later, she received the letter back from the post office stamped, "return to sender." She was inconsolable.

William decided to send her parents a message of a different sort. He contacted a friend, and had him pay her father a visit, at his furniture business.

Harold Constant was not his real name, nor was he a real attorney, but he had the business cards, and the look of one. He walked into Thomas Garrett's office, they shook hands amiably, and they sat down.

"What can I do for you Mister Constant?"

Harold threw the letter that was returned to Laura on the table, and Mister Garrett looked at it and said, "This is none of your business."

"You're absolutely correct, Mister Garrett. However, arson for-profit is. You see, many of your neighbors and business associates are about to hear stories about you, intending to burn down this building to make money in order to build a more high tech infrastructure."

"That is absolutely not true. We are did you hear such rumor?"

"I did not hear that rumor; I am going to start it."

"I am calling the police."

"Please, be my guest. All I came here to do was to ask you about these rumors, and to find out if they were true. I will tell them the same thing. I have just heard from you. In a few weeks or months, when this place burns down to the ground, and they find that arson was the cause, the first and last person they are going to look at is you."

"You are doing this because I will not go to my daughter's graduation?"

"You will not be allowed within 5 miles of your daughter's graduation now. If you or your wife shows your face at that ceremony, you would never be seen again. You have insulted one of the highest ranked members of our society. He is in love with your daughter and she is carrying his child."

"That whore, I knew this would happen, if she did not go to a girl's college."

"Thank you, Mister Garrett, my business with you is over. Enjoy the last few days of your life. You have insulted my client for the last time. You will get to see your building burn down, while you and your wife are inside it."

"No wait, there has to be something I can do?"

"Your daughter has student loans in the amount of sixty-two thousand dollars. You will pay them off, before the graduation ceremony. She had to work four days a week, every week for the last four years to earn money for books and fees. That comes to another forty eight thousand dollars. You spend more than that, at strip clubs, and prostitutes. You will give me a check right now for fifty thousand dollars. It will be cashed within forty-eight hours. It better be good."

"Who should I make the check payable to?"

"Who do you think you should make it out to, you fucking idiot."

As Thomas Garrett wrote his daughter's name on the check, his hand was shaking. It was not the amount of money he was angry with; it was she had won the war, even though he had won every battle. Who the heck did she know? Who was he connected to, that could threaten him and his business. At this point, he had to step back, and look at the big picture. The big picture was he wanted to live. He did not realize that days were all he had left. William had already signed his death warrant. No one made Laura cry, as she had cried, and lived."

When Laura received the envelope, with the letterhead of her father's business, she did not know what to think. There was no note inside, just the check for fifty thousand dollars and a notation on the bottom saying, "Reimbursement for working while in college."

She said, "Fuck Him! If he can think he will buy me off with a check. He is dead wrong."

She was getting ready to send it back to him, when William took it from her hands and said, "No. Give it to me and I will put it to work for our baby."

"Did you have something to do with this?"

"I told you I would never lie to you, and I will not. I sent a lawyer to see him. I had him tell your father, what a bastard he was. How you struggled for four years to make ends meet, and how indebted to the government you are for your student loans. He is sitting on millions of dollars, while he refused to pay for his daughter's education. He told your father that he was going to publish certain things about him that were going to embarrass him and ruin his company name. Your father could not afford that to happen. He wrote this check out to you, immediately. He is going to pay off your student loans, before graduation day. He was told if this does not happen, to look in the trade papers and he will find the story that will ruin him and his business, for life."

"What secrets could my father have? He gives 10% of his income to the church every year. He goes to church every Sunday and every Holy Day. He volunteers his time and teaches at Sunday school. The church loves him."

"Laura, you are so innocent. Your father, like most small executives; keeps two sets of books, one for public knowledge and one for him. Most of his cash transactions he keeps for himself. That amounts to about 30% of his business. He has offshore accounts that your mother does not know about. Your father has a penchant for prostitutes and strip clubs. He has even tried young boys, from time to time. He is no saint, he is an aberration."