Time After Time

Nick loved the touch but he'd never done this before. Mandy gave him a hint. "Put a finger inside me sweetheart." Nick took the hint and was rewarded with a moan as it slid into her pussy. She took his hand and pushed it deeper in to her love canal. In so doing his thumb rubbed across her clitoris, which brought a deeper moan. As he pushed his finger in and out and rubbed her clitoris her moans increased in intensity even as her pussy got wetter and wetter.

Instinctively Nick knew it was time. Laying Mandy on her back he moved over her and spread her legs wider with his knees. Slowly ever so slowly he pushed the head into her pussy. The first several inches were a pure torture of delight for both of them until Nick felt an obstruction.

Nick knew this was coming and knew that it would bring her pain, but it had to be done. Nick withdrew his penis until just a little of the head remained inside her, then with a quick thrust of his hips he tore her hymen and immediately stopped all motion as Mandy's face became a mask of pain. Nick quickly placed his lips on hers as if to try to inhale her pain.

After a few moments the pain subsided and Mandy began to feel some of her pleasurable sensations return. softly she spoke, "push in slowly love."

Nick, looking intently at her face began to push ever so slowly into her. He no longer saw that mask of pain but instead a face with a soft smile as the joy and the pleasure begin to return to her body. When Nick entered her love tunnel completely so that their pubic bones were touching he stopped all movement to again look at her face to determine if the pain was gone. Softly he kissed her lips and her face as he whispered terms of endearment and love.

As he lay there he slowly rotated his hips so that his penis seemed to be touching every inch of her. Every nerve seemed to feel the excitement as her breathing became shallower and she began to softly moan.

Nick began to withdraw and in protest she wrapped her long legs around his waist to stop him even as her vaginal muscles clamped down in an effort to capture and hold that lovely love muscle deep inside of her. The resulting friction brought the two of them to the next level of sexual excitement as Mandy's soft moans became soft yips of pleasure.

As Nick withdrew Mandy lifted her hips in further protest, but Nick was a man on a mission. Once he had withdrawn his penis as far as he was able to and still be inside her he again pushed slowly back into her. By now Mandy was on a different level and even as she began to scream out her joy she screamed at him, "Deeper, harder, faster!"

When Nick was fully engulfed, because of the different angle with her legs wrapped around him, the head of his penis brushed against her cervix which stepped her excitement up a notch, but what Nick did next sent her off to the moon. He began to slide his penis up and down her love canal and as he did the base of his penis began to rub against the wall next to her clitoris. that was great but Nick looked down at her jiggling breasts and it appeared that if he twisted his elbows slightly he could capture those beauties. Thought turned to deed and he had each breast safely surrounded and each nipple safely ensconced between two fingers. As he continued to saw against her clitoris he squeezed her breasts with his hand and squeezed and tugged on the nipples with his fingers. That was it for Mandy, the pleasure was too great. She screamed out as her body began to spasm in orgasm.

Nick let her calm down slightly before he began to plunge in and out of her vagina. At the bottom of the strokes he rolled his hips and immediately withdrew. At the top of the stroke he again rolled his hips. The friction on every part of her sent Mandy to a different planet. Nick was driving so hard and so fast she could only go along for the ride. Finally Nick could feel the beginning of the end as he felt his penis start to jerk and quickly plunged as deeply into her as he could. When he came deep inside her, primal thoughts flooded her brain and drove her to the most glorious climax she'd ever experienced. The pleasure was so intense that her body froze. Her feet and hands curled up and her screams would have woke the dead. Nick looked at her and beheld a sight he'd never seen before. Her eyes were rolled back under her eye lids with tears flowing down her cheeks and her lips and face were frozen in a grimace like the ones he'd seen on the gargoyles at St Joes.

Even as she returned to earth her body would occasionally shudder with a mild climax. If she were an earthquake they'd say she had aftershocks and she surely did, each bringing pleasure to her body and thoughts of love to her mind.

As she calmed down and her breathing returned to normal she took Nick's face in her two hands and softly rained kisses on every part of it. After each kiss she'd whisper, "Thank you darling. I love you so much."

When Nick tried to withdraw she pulled him tightly to her to prevent the loss of that wonderful tool that used to be be Nicks and was now hers to do with as she would. Nick was a big man and yet she gloried in his weight pressing her down as she stroked his back, softly kissed his shoulders and neck, and softly whispered endearments.

They made love several more times that evening until the pangs of hunger forced them to shower, which was almost a mistake as they both became rather excited while washing each other, but empty stomachs prevailed and they finally headed to the hotel restaurant.

They did actually get to do some sight seeing, taking in Fisherman's Wharf, Chinatown and even attending a musical. There were also several chances to dance at this place or that but that usually led to hurrying back to the hotel.

They experimented with different positions and they both discovered that their favorite was with Mandy on top as she could control the action, but in his mind it gave him unfettered access to her dangling breasts which caused her to call him a sexual deviant.

They learned about oral sex and when Nick found out that his tongue and fingers could bring Mandy to the heights of joy and beyond he decided that this was one aspect of making love that he would become a master at. Mandy, for the first time learned how much she loved to take her big peter in her mouth and bring it to climax.

One of the greatest aspects of being married was appreciated from the git go. To fall asleep with Nick's arms wrapped around her and a breast nicely tucked into his hand was heaven, especially when her peter was tucked into the cheeks of her ass.

But there was a price to be paid, if you could call it that; In the morning the giant would come to life, but the response to that was to slay the giant. Mandy would spread her legs, reach between them and tuck the giant into his prison. The giant would bounce off his prison walls until with a cry and shudder the giant would shrivel up and get ready to go to sleep, but not before the walls shuddered in victory.

Alas, the honeymoon had to end all too soon. They packed their bags and retraced their steps until they stood outside of the home she and Nick had agreed they wanted to buy. Becky and Jack flew out of the door of their newly purchased home next door and rushed across the yard to greet them with happy shouts, hugs and kisses (by the ladies), and an all around feeling of happiness and welcome home.

It was time for the two men to get back to the Carol Ann as it was time to sail to Alaska for the Spring Salmon run. Perhaps they'd sail to Bristol Bay, perhaps off of Kodiak, wherever the runs were the largest. That decision would be up to Jake and Andy since they were the owners of the Carol Ann, and they both had an uncanny ability to find the best fishing.

Mandy and Becky returned to their teaching assignments at Maritime Elementary. With both men gone they got together at one house or the other to sup together, or once a week they'd all be at Carol's home and on another the four ladies would sit down together at Ann's home.

Of course the honeymoons were discussed and photos shown repeatedly. But the conversations turned rather raunchy at times as Carol and Ann wanted to know if their sons had performed adequately. With blushes both Mandy and Becky had to assure them they'd enjoyed themselves immensely which brought a snicker from all present.

During one of the get togethers something was said that piqued Carol's and Ann's interest. Honing in, they finally got Mandy to 'fess up that in the throws of her sexual excitement she was a "screamer." This statement was met with screams of laughter and some very rude remarks by one and all.

Before the night was done the two ladies had gotten Becky to admit that she was also a "screamer," worse; she turned into a complete "smut mouth," to the point that Jack had taken to calling her his dirty old broad. Becky also told them about her entrance in her peignoir from the bathroom. She'd put her hip against the door jam and a hand on her other hip ala Veronica Lake in an old 40's movie, whistled and said to Jack in her sexiest voice, "See anything you like sailor?" The last broke the party up as the ladies broke into laughs and giggles they were powerless to stop. They were laughing so hard the tears were streaming down their cheeks. One and all had a good time. It may be that the Irish Cream had something to do with it.

Eventually the Carol Ann returned. It had been a good trip and the shares were very large at pay-off time.

Just before the Carol Ann departed for the Fall fishing run Mandy informed Nick that they were going to have a baby come spring. Nick was beside himself with Joy.

They talked it over and jointly agreed that Mandy would teach until it came time to take maternal leave. After the baby was born she wanted to be a full time wife and mother.

1975

Just before the Carol Ann sailed for the Spring run, 8 lb. 8 oz. blond haired, blue eyed Matthew Olson arrived, to the delight of all of the family.

upon the return from the Spring run Nick spoiled his baby son outrageously as did the rest of the family when they were able to wrest Matt from his dad's arms.

When the Carol Ann returned the crew immediately began preparing for the Fall run and in an all too short space of time the trawler set sail on what would turn out to be its final cruise . . .

. . . Jake had taken the helm. The boat was in desperate straits as it faced the angry seas. The Carol Ann tried to claw its way up each angry wave but the attempts would ultimately prove fruitless. If he was unable to turn the Carol Ann about and head towards safer waters all that faced them was a watery grave. Even as he talked with a radio ham in Kodiak and gave him the Carol Ann's position he knew he was dealing from a position of futility because he and his boat were captives of the sea.

As he spoke, the maw of the next wave totally engulfed him. In all of his sea going experience he'd never seen a wave like that which now was about to envelope them. It was truly the mother of all waves and he had no life saving response available. . .

. . The two best friends and neighbors were sitting on the sofa, basking in the warmth emanating from the fireplace, talking, and occasionally sipping from a tea cup nestled in their hands when the doorbell rang.

Rising, Mandy Olson moved to the door, and turned on the porch light. On the porch she beheld a middle aged couple dressed in black heavy raincoats to protect them from the rain and bone chilling cold. Opening the door she quizzically asked, "Yes?"

The man replied with a question of his own, "Mrs. Amanda Olson?"

With her assent the couple pulled gold plated police officers badges from their pockets, identified themselves, as Police Detective Lt,'s Jason O'Riley and Angela Foster, and asked if they might come in.

Stepping aside she allowed the pair to enter, quickly closing the door against the cold.

As they entered each removed the hat that had been protecting them from the rain.

Becky Moffat rose as Mandy introduced her friend to the police officers.

Detective Lt. O'Riley asked them each to be seated as the two police officers moved into the living room after having been invited to take off their coats so that they might warm themselves by the fire.

The two friends seated themselves next to each other and Lt Foster joined them as Lt. O'Riley stood before them and regretfully spoke the tragic words that changed their lives forever: "There has been an accident aboard the Trawler Carol Ann . . ."

The two friends knew that what followed would not be good and reached out to the other and tightly held the hand of their dear friend as they waited for the terrible news.

Finally they could bear it no longer and each fearfully shouted out at the same time, "Is it my Nick? . . Is it my Jack?"

The officer's face took on a look of sadness and dejection as he answered the question "I'm sorry to inform you that the Carol Ann has sunk in Bristol Bay and there are no survivors."

The shrieks and screams of anguish were immediate and horrible as the two ladies hugged each other and the tears began to stream down their cheeks.

Lt. Foster reached over to hug the two ladies to her in comfort as Lt. O'Riley carried on with the tragic news, " It happened late last night. A bad storm sprang up from nowhere. and they began to take on water. Cap't. Olson was on the marine radio when evidently a great wave struck. The radio operator he was talking to reported a horrible bang and then all further contact was lost. The storm and the winds had calmed by daylight so the planes were up and searching. Debris was discovered at the position he'd radioed in but no survivors were found. The Carol Ann went down with all hands."

Lt. Foster in a soft, sad, emotionally choked voice continued on, "Please accept our condolences. Several other teams have been dispatched to your respective in-laws and to the other crew member's families. Rev. Day should be at your mother-in-law's house Mrs. Olson. He has requested that your mother-in-law be driven there Mrs. Moffat. If you both wish to join them we have been instructed to render all possible assistance."

The newly widowed ladies gathered up their coats, Mandy's little baby Matt, locked up the house, and followed the officers to the police car.

With the catastrophic news seven families lives lay in shambles, and it wasn't the first time in this town. It proudly boasted that it was the home of Western University, but it was fishing and logging which turned the wheels of commerce and disaster was a constant shadow which frequently cloaked the community in a mantle of sorrow.

The two friends soon joined their mothers-in-law and in their communal grief all they could do was hold each other, sob, and try to bring a modicum of comfort to each other.

Rev. Day tried to help bring some comfort to these latest victims of the cruel seas, but he'd had to perform this function all too often in the past and knew deep down in his soul that these ladies would be beyond comfort for quite awhile, yet he had to try. . In his mind the good minister could only think . . "More names added to the memorial scroll at the head of the quay wall, God, will this pain and suffering never end?"

After the minister and police finally left the four women seated themselves at the kitchen table while Carol Olson put some tea water up to brew. There would be much to talk about tonight and none of the ladies wanted to have to be alone with their thoughts and grief.

They first tried to make plans for the memorial service but soon let it go as their grief was too new and too deep yet, perhaps tomorrow . .

Becky reached across the table to take her mother-in-law's hand in her own, also grasping Mandy's with her other, and softly and mournfully announced, "Ann, Mandy, Carol, I'm pregnant with Jack's baby."

Each of the ladies set their cups down to hold Becky's hands as Ann spoke for all of them, "When did you find out and did Jack know?"

Becky began to cry and moaned, " I had just found out and hadn't had a chance to tell Jack yet, and I didn't tell you all because it was Jack's right to be the first to know."

Each of the other women knew and understood the sentiment as they had all done the same when they'd found themselves with child.

They talked far into the night recalling happier times and dreading the dreams if they went to sleep. Finally weariness took its toll as dawn began to break and Carol suggested that Anne sleep with her and Mandy and Becky sleep in the guest room.

The ladies quickly agreed as that would mean that they wouldn't have to sleep alone with their memories and sorrow. . .

The Memorial Services were held a week-and-a- half later as there were some logistical problems to be worked out:

Most important; Carol and Ann felt that they needed to be at each crewman's memorial service as it would be expected and appreciated if the Captain's and Chief Engineer's widows were there to support the widows of the crewmen, just as they all would assemble at the Presbyterian Church to join Carol and Ann in their sorrow and remembrance.

One service was held in St. Joseph's Catholic Church, another in St. Nicholas' Greek Orthodox Church, next was the service at Trinity, and the fourth in Maritime Church down by the waterfront. It was the bells of Maritime Church that alerted the town to the disaster when the church bells mournfully peeled their tale of woe 7 times (once for each lost seaman).

An aside: - I refer you to Gordon Lightfoot's mournful song; "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald." -

Rev. Day made arrangements with a funeral director he knew very well to make a limousine available to move the ladies from one memorial service to the next.

Mandy and Becky insisted on accompanying Carol and Ann to each of the services as they also felt the need to support the other families as well as their respective mothers-in-law.

At each of the four services there was a table at the Altar rail of the church covered in black cloth. On the table were pictures of the lost 7 and centered on the table but resting in a special block on the floor was a huge shiny brass plaque, newly made at the town foundry (The old plaque was completely filled with the names of lost seaman). On the plaque was engraved the names of the crew of the Carol Ann and the appropriate information and dates.

The services themselves occurred over a 3 day period, which put quite a strain on the ladies and their mourning dresses and accouterment.

The plaque would be dedicated in the Spring when the priests from St. Joseph's and St. Nicholas' churches would bless the plaque and the fishing fleet as it prepared to set sail for the Spring fishing season.

Just due having been rendered it was now time for plans to be made . . .

The insurance checks had been gratefully accepted. Carol and Ann were in good stead as their homes were already paid for so their checks would be invested. Becky was teaching at Maritime Elementary School so her check would pay off the mortgage and the car loan, and leave her with something left over to invest until she went on maternity leave. The big problem was Mandy. She'd quit teaching to raise Matt and so she had no source of income except the insurance check.

The four ladies talked it over and decided that Mandy should go back to teaching and Carol and Ann would take care of Matt during the day. Because it was in the middle of the school year and the contracts had been let, Mandy would fill in as a substitute until the new school year which at least brought in some money while the insurance would pay off the loans on the house and car so she wouldn't have those problems hanging over her head.

For Carol and Ann it was also good as they had not worked for many years, choosing to be full time housewives. Neither particularly wanted to rattle around in an empty nest of memories, no matter how pleasant, so they liked it that they could drive over to Mandy's to care for baby Matt.