2017 erotic stories: State of Affair – Chapter 5
Fiction, Consensual Sex, Job/Place-of-work, massage, Masturbation, Romance, Teen Male Solo, Teen Male/Teen Female, Violence
Day four 7/12/??
I awoke about 3:30 and took a Tic-Tac off the nightstand.
Mitzi is a little space-heater. Enough to warm both of us. She had turned a little away from me, so I was able to scoot down and suckle her left breast. After a moment she stirred and I was able to put my left hand on her inner left thigh against her vulva. I continued suckling while gently squeezing her inner thigh and rubbing her vulva with the back of my thumb. She stirred a little and settled down with a sigh of pleasure.
I was tempted to hum on her areola, but didn’t want to give a hint of a rude awakening, hoping to induce an erotic dream.
I almost fell asleep when Mitzi stirred again and used her left hand at the back of my head to hold my mouth on her left breast, while reaching across me for a Tic-Tac on the nightstand.
I started dozing off again.
She must have fallen asleep again, while I slept too.
I woke again, finding my mouth on her right breast; she had rolled against me and put her right arm around my head in a way that held me in place. Needless to say I continued gentle suckling.
“If the girls in the locker-room had told me I would wake up this day and hour to a man sucking on my breasts. I would have told them, they are insane.”
“Let her be as the loving hind and pleasant roe; let her breasts satisfy thee at all times; and be thou ravished always with her love.”
“That’s in the Bible?”
“It’s in Proverbs chapter five.”
“You seem to remember that verse too well?”
“I listen to Audio Bible. When I’m alone in a field driving a tractor, I have a lot of time to listen and think. Sometimes you’re in my imagination.”
In the meantime I scooted up and rolled Mitzi on top of me, she talked into my right ear and I talked into her right ear. Mitzi’s smooth softness is a wonderful heat on my hard body.
“Are you sure you didn’t pray for me to hook up with you in your bedroom?”
“I didn’t do that, I prayed for your growth in Christ Jesus. God doesn’t over-ride anyone’s free will. God is sovereign over everything and everybody. Look in the Book of Job at what God allowed to happen to Job, and
Job decided to trust God regardless of consequences.”
“What happened to us?”
“We got played. We consummated a relationship before it started. Yes you were the girl of my wet dreams, but I couldn’t talk with you anywhere without being interrupted by work work work. I can think of sixteen hours work that should be done today, and as work progresses see eight more hours of work for tomorrow. What is your side of why this happened?”
“I wasn’t infatuated with you, but I watched you many times leave after school without looking right or left to the parking lot, jump in your truck, and hightail it to The Barn, as you call it. I would wait out by the parking lot in the morning, and you would show up, get out of your truck, stomp the dirt off your clodhopper boots, and without looking right or left walk straight to the school entrance.”
“Most mornings I start at 5:30, and work ’til 8:15, and head for school. I wondered why you were outside the school entrance first thing in the morning, day after day for months; sometimes I thought it was too cold for you. I know we said ‘Hi’ more than a few times, but I had no idea you were watching for me.”
“Jackie told me you’ve been doing a man’s work since you were ten years old. What intrigued me was you are the only male student in High School I never thought of as a boy.”
“My sense of humor can be childish at times.”
“Everybody has their bad moments, but I admired the times you stopped the bullies in school. Your level of sternness was exactly what they deserved. I wanted to know you better; I remember three days ago you said, ‘We need to know each other better.’ Maybe that’s the connection.”
“Are you ready to get married?”
“Yes! Mom found a white blouse, long skirt, and a perky little hat with a veil I’m happy with. I like keeping it simple.”
“My suit will be black off the rack with minor alterations, white shirt, and somebody could make a tie for me and a sash for you from a colorful fabric, so we have some color in common for our clothing.”
“Would Saturday after this coming Saturday be OK for you?”
“Yes that’ll be great. I’ll call our Moms.”
“I’ll call Pastor Dave Adams to set a time on Saturday.”
“Paul? When did you decide to marry me?”
“Well I, uhmm.”
“Don’t beat around bush Paul.”
“I love your bush. I love having my nose in your bush when I’m lick…”
“ANSWER MY QUESTION PAUL!”
Mitzi was still lying on top of me, and I hugged her tighter. “You know how a person would sometimes emphatically punctuate their argument with the statement, ‘that’s it Period’?
“The ‘when’ was during the lavender shirt incident.”
“You decided to marry me when you saw my boob?”
“Yes, I was primarily thinking of you, but there were a couple of other candidates too.”
“You are the most stunningly beautiful gal in school, but there are more than a few basically functional females in school.”
“Without honest to God love, that’s all it boils down to.”
“The lighting in the hallway couldn’t have been better Mitzi. When I saw your nipple, it was like getting burnt on a hot stove, my visual acuity doubled, seeing the tan pebbly areola, the wrinkly pink nipple.
“I lost focus on the other girls. This was before first period started that day. It was the longest day of my life, I had to have the shirttails out all day to hide the boner.
“Between classes I had to replace wads of toilet paper in my undershorts to catch the precum before it wet my pants.
“You were in four of my six classes that day, which kept me percolating even more.
“I got to the cabin after school and screwed my pillow twice before going to work, and once when I got back.
“Never slept better. Nailed the pillow first thing in the morning too.
“I washed the pillows so often I wore out a pillow every five or six months, Mitzi 1, Mitzi 2, Mitzi 3, I’ve lost count.”
“You named your pillows after me?”
“You name your Teddy Bears and Dolls, I name my pillows.
“Seeing your nipple was the final punctuation mark of my decision making process regarding you, but for the life of me, I could not find a perfect moment to talk with you.”
Mitzi nibbled and licked and kissed my right ear, “Talking with me. I love that. You and me. “Talking with one another.
“Give me an orgasm, or two, or three, or four, so we can shower, eat breakfast, and go to work.”
We kissed and tongue wrestled a bit, then I kissed and hummed her right ear, neck, shoulder, back to the ear, still humming, kissed her lips with tongue, still humming, she’s breathing hard now.
Kissed her right cheek, forehead, left cheek, still humming, kissed her chin.
Mitzi’s Warm and Fuzzy is drooling on me now. I love it!
Still humming, kissing with tongue in her mouth. She’s panting!
Kissing and humming her left ear, neck, shoulder, back to the left ear.
Kissing all over her face, kissing and tonguing her mouth, while hugging so tight she can barely breathe.
Lifted her by her armpits, and lowered her ‘til I got all I could of her right breast in my mouth still humming. I sucked and licked and nipped her right nipple and areola with a ferocity Mitzi had never experienced before.
“This is the nipple that stirred my loins hundreds of times during the last two years! Vengeance is mine! Yum nium yum yum niumm!”
Mitzi is really thrashing around squawking, squalling, and squealing. Time for the left breast.
I lifted her and slid her down far enough to kiss with tongue in her mouth thoroughly, then lifted her, and moved to the left breast, and treated it like a long lost friend, hugging Mitzi’s left breast tight against my mouth fiercely doing equal to what I had done to her right breast. She continued to be a lovely noisome beast.
I’ve bucked thousands of small 100-125 pound bales of hay on and off stacks all of the first four seasons of my last eight years of farming, so handling Mitzi is an effortless piece of cake.
I rolled us over, so I’m on top, gave her mouth another thorough kissing and tonguing, then moved down a bit to give her breasts a refresher course in excitement by sucking and massaging her nipples, rubbing from just outside the edge of her areolas to the tips of her nipples with a bit of a pinch over and over and over.
Giving her no slack while sliding down to Mitzi’s Warm and Fuzzy, licking between her vulva and leg alternating two or three times on each side, still massaging her nipples, then licked and sucked each labia for a long ten count (humming), then got my nose in the middle of her bush and ran my tongue as deep as I could all the way up to suck on her clitoris three or four or five times (piece of cake – humming). Still massaging her nipples.
Mitzi tangled her fingers in my hair and pulled me up to kiss her lips. “You’ve given me four orgasms. Stay up here and make love to me Paul, let’s finish you off.”
“I don’t want to make love to you. I want to make love with you.”
“Hmm, Let me get on top, and I’ll make love to you and you make love with me. Does that sound like a plan?”
“A lovely plan Mitzi, I poke, and you stroke.”
Mitzi set the length and pace of stroke while I relaxed and enjoyed the heat of the moment in Mitzi.
We lasted another five minutes, Mitzi had two more orgasms, and I ejaculated down the chute to the cervix; the happy hunting ground of sperm.
We woke up about thirty minutes later finding myself still inside her. “Poor thing doesn’t want to leave me Paul.”
“It would be lost without you Mitzi.”
Yesterday we had talked with Uncle Bill about taking today off, because we were a couple weeks from starting our third cuttings.
The plan was Mitzi riding with me in the Hay-mower three or four days at the start of harvest, so she would be familiar with operating it.
Hopefully Aunt Lucy and Mom will rotate riding along with Mitzi for a week or two operating each piece of equipment in play during harvest; all of our tractor-cabs have a buddy-seat in them.
While Mitzi was prepping breakfast, and fixing up a cooler with stuff to eat, and drink on the run. I did the pre-start maintenance on the 100T Front-loader/Backhoe, and the Caboodle-wagon, that carries all the accessories in case they are needed on the job.
I called Pastor Dave Adams, talked with him a bit, and agreed to meet with him at 3:00 in the afternoon.
Mitzi signaled breakfast is ready from the cabin door while I was watching the tractor warm up, checking gauges, making sure the numbers were right.
Breakfast was quick, and we loaded the cooler and gear-bags in the cab.
My cell phone rang moments after closing the gate on my forty acres, Mitzi had rolled the rig inside.
I had shown Mitzi where I liked to leave the wagon while I used the tractor. After following on foot, about a hundred feet. I disconnected the wagon.
“Pastor Dave called and asked us to stop by the Church for a private wedding rehearsal at 3:00 this afternoon.
I would love to see the look on your face when I announce at 3:45 to you that we are married, but I love you dearly, and I never want to blind-side you like that.
“Our parents will be there to sign in as witnesses. April and Janice will be there, because they need to see this.
“Henry Morgan will be there as Best Man, and Jackie will be there as Bride’s Maid.
“Remember. It’ll be an official private wedding rehearsal for the wedding and reception we will have by the end of this month.
Pastor Dave will sign and date the marriage license today.”
Mitzi jumped off the bottom step of the tractor and wrapped both arms around my neck.
“I could see you were getting the same convictions I have Mitzi. I can’t stay shacked up with you. God is on my case about it.” She’s kissing again. Just like in the shower.
“Henry Morgan? You mean Hanky Panky?”
“That’ll be a hoot! Janice likes Hanky Panky!”
“I’ve wondered about that. Is the feeling mutual?”
“I don’t know, but he’s the only guy she’s been looking at for a year now.”
“You drive, and pick up all the dry stuff and put it in that pile over there. You’ll be ok.
It’s time for you to go slow and teach yourself about this tractor and what it can do.”
” ‘Lo Hank? This’s Paul. Thanks for being available as best man for the rehearsal today!”
“No problem. Is there anything I need to do?”
“No, it’s a private rehearsal for the public wedding, just wear casual clothes like you would on a date. We are going to have supper together after the rehearsal at The Steak and Lobster Place.”
“Would be nice to have a date there.”
“Jackie Emory will be there and of course my sister Janice will be there. They’re pretty close to your age.”
“Jackie isn’t my type. I like Janice, but you never know when she’ll snap your head off.”
“She took a verbal shot at me a couple weeks ago when I said something about Hanky Panky.
Janice doesn’t like people talking that way about you. She’s in your corner.”
“Mitzi and I will set something up to help break the ice.
Odds are she is more afraid of you rejecting her than anything else.
Be firm, but make sure you give her some slack, so she knows she can get away.
Think of three things you’ve wanted to know about her and ask one question, so she has something to say that she knows you are interested in.”
“Once the ice is broken between you two, she’ll probably give you a lot of attention.
You have a job, and Janice works at Dad’s law firm full time during the summer, so that’ll help keep you two settled down.”
“What’s the background noise?”
“Mitzi is learning to use a front-loader with a bucket and grapple. We’re clearing brush on my forty acres to reduce fire hazards. This will be the third tractor she has driven this week.”
“Is she pretty good?”
“Mitzi’s doing great. I keep her operating equipment day after day, and she’ll be ready to work in our third cutting within two weeks, rotating from job to job, and I’ll make sure there is always someone working in the same fields with her.
“By the end of this season she’ll be ready to operate the baler this coming year.”
“Wow! That’s great!” We ended the call with that. Sometimes it’s hard to hang up.
Mitzi’s phone rang, so she made me drive while she’s on the phone.
She was on the phone about ten minutes, and happily put her phone away.
“My Mom says Jackie can’t be at the rehearsal because of something or other (who really knows?), so Mom called Judith Myers and found her home last night, and asked Judith if she wants to be my Maid of Honor?
“Judy is actually my best friend, and the first one I called for help when I was being relentlessly tormented by Uncle Chet, but Judy wasn’t home that night.
It’s a part of how I ended up in your bed.”
“You’re not driving, so it might be a good idea to call Judy and talk with her a bit.”
“Yes! Thank you for thinking of that!”
Mitzi made the call and found Judy upset, because she invited someone to escort her, and her ex-boyfriend invited himself to the rehearsal. Mitzi told her, we will take care of the situation, and I called Pastor Adams to talk about a change of plans.
We got back to the Barn by 12:30 and put our gear away. I stripped down a bit and set the alarm for 1:30 and fell asleep in the recliner. I missed yesterday’s nap, and I still haven’t caught up.
Mitzi woke me up with a kiss while fondling my nutsack. “I turned the alarm off and gave you an extra five minutes.”
“Thank you, I needed it.”
“Come on! Strip off your underwear and take a shower with me. My hormones are raging, and I need at least a quickie!”
I glanced at my hardon. “Looks like my quickie is almost ready for your quickie.”
Mitzi latched onto me and gently (thankfully) pulled me to the shower.
Warm water cascading over us as I wrapped my arms around Mitzi and hugged her tight to my body. I’m kissing her lips, cheeks, ears, neck, top of her shoulders, and grabbed the soap and lathered her up, and rinsed her down while she did the same for me.
We toweled off quickly, and I tossed her in bed and started giving her clit a thorough licking, then sucked and nibbled her nipples, and back to the pussy licking the length of her vulva channel several times, and sucking and tonguing the clit hard more than a few times.
Back to her face kissing while driving the full length of my cock in her vagina within three strokes (tight). In the meanwhile she’s moaning, squawking, and squalling, being a noisome beast.
I was totally concentrating on giving her what she wants.
After the fourth orgasm. I started thinking about me getting my rocks off.
She had two more orgasms when my semen exploded into her.
She felt the heat and had another orgasm.
I slowed down for a bit, then stopped. I could feel the aftershocks spasming through her vagina and the rest of her body. I kissed her lips and her ear. “I love you dearly Mitzi.”
Her arms tightened around me at loss for words, tears streaming down her face.
I picked Mitzi up and hauled her to the bathroom. “Toilet or shower?”
“Toilet.” I put her on her feet and held her hand to steady her while she sat.
I set the shower temperature, so Mitzi wouldn’t burn me when she flushes the toilet.
The toilet flushed and she’s in the shower rinsing with me. “I don’t like quickies Mitzi. I love loving you.”
“I enjoyed every moment of it. I would love to do that too often. What a way to die!”
“Oh, to die the death of a righteous man.”
“Yep, he got on the wrong side of God Almighty.”
“Balaam did a fine job of prophesying and blessing the Israeli people, but he told the pagan king to have his people inter-marry with the Israelis to cause the Israelis to turn from their God Almighty because of marrying sons and daughters of foreign gods.”
We got to the rehearsal ten minutes early. Everybody knew this was a rehearsal, and it was suggested that people dress in casual date night clothing, so they would be comfortable at the rehearsal dinner later.
While the procession was about to come down the aisle. I told Hank about the change of plans Mitzi and I worked out.
The Organist started the wedding march at a slightly faster cadence, which was fine with me.
The Maid of Honor leading the Flower-Children leading the Bride escorted by her Father three paces behind the Flower-Children.
Mitzi’s father placed her next to me, I saluted him, he returned the salute, and went to his place on the first pew.
Pastor Dave Adams presided.
“Miss Myers? I understand you already have an escort?
“And who would the gentleman be Miss Myers?”
“Would Mr. Jennen please rise? Ah, there you are, would you please stand here beside Miss Myers?”
Judy had a huge smile on her face as Bill approached her.
“BITCH! YOU WHORE!” The Ex was running down the aisle when Uncle Bob deflected him into the end of a pew.
Uncle Bob helped him up off the floor while the Ex was still cursing Judy.
Suddenly his voice went up two octaves, and I knew Uncle Bob had a death grip on him that was gonna hurt for five or six weeks. Uncle Bob had him in one hand escorting the Ex out the door.
The Ex’s last scream was truly blood-curdling.
“Mr. Morgan? You are no longer responsible for escorting Miss Myers.”
Hank playfully wiped the sweat from his brow, Judy laughed, and everybody laughed in relief from the previous tension brought on by Mr. Ex.
“Mr. Morgan? Is there someone you would like to escort to the rehearsal dinner?”
“Yes sir, I would like to escort Miss Janice Maitham.”
The look on Janice’s face was priceless, and Mitzi got four pictures before Janice saw the camera.
“Would Miss Maitham please rise, ah there you are. Do you have need of an escort?”
“Yes sir. I hope there are no objections. The last one was rude.”
“Miss Maitham, would you please stand here beside Mr. Morgan?”
Mitzi took a few more shots as Janice approached her appointed place next to Hank. I could hear more than a few cameras working in the audience. Pastor Adams allowed a couple more minutes for photos, and then began the sermon and vows.
“Please turn to the back page of your Program as I read the passages and summary aloud.
“As your Pastor; it is my responsibility not to leave anything out of this passage in Ephesians 5:25 through 33.”
“25 Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it; 26 That he might sanctify and cleanse it with the washing of water by the word, 27 That he might present it to himself a glorious church, not having spot, or wrinkle, or any such thing; but that it should be holy and without blemish.
28 So ought men to love their wives as their own bodies. He that loveth his wife loveth himself.
29 For no man ever yet hated his own flesh; but nourisheth and cherisheth it, even as the Lord the church: 30 For we are members of his body, of his flesh, and of his bones.
31 For this cause shall a man leave his father and mother, and shall be joined unto his wife, and they two shall be one flesh.
32 This is a great mystery: but I speak concerning Christ and the church.
33 Nevertheless let every one of you in particular so love his wife even as himself; and the wife see that she reverence her husband.”
“And chapter 13, found in 1 Corinthians:
1 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. 2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing. 3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing.
4 Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, 5 Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil; 6 Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; 7 Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.
8 Charity never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away. 9 For we know in part, and we prophesy in part. 10 But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away. 11 When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. 12 For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. 13 And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.”
“In summary: Charity is an unusual word in the King James Bible. It is defined in 1 Corinthians chapter 13; as greater than faith, greater than hope. Without Charity, a person is nothing. Charity is obviously more than just a four letter word spelled: L-O-V-E.
A woman’s love for her child is an instinct that is almost Charity, but Charity isn’t an instinct.
You should ask God Almighty through His only begotten Son Jesus Christ what Charity really is.”
“More than a few people have told me they wished they had heard these passages in school, so they could have been given more consideration in the lives they were living, and could have had better marriages as a result.
Save your program. You would do well to read it many times.”
Pastor Adams proceeded through traditional wedding vows and pronounced us man and wife.
Dad and Mom signed the Marriage License as witnesses, and then Mitzi and I signed as Man and Wife, while Hank and Janice escorted Mitzi’s Parents to the table for their signatures as witnesses. Just for the fun of it, we had Judy and Hank sign on as witnesses.
Pastor Dave Adams signed his designated line. All signatures were dated this day by each individual signatory.
Dad sealed the mail-in portion of the License in a stamped pre-addressed envelope, and handed it to Hank and Janice to be delivered to the Post Office on the way to The Steak and Lobster House for our rehearsal dinner.
Day four continues in “State of Affair 6.”
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