Paradise Regained.
by senorlongo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.
Chapter 7.
MP and I had a long discussion one day about “fucking” and “making love.” I explained to her that animals can fuck but they can’t make love. Who do you think about when we’re having sex?”
“You, Jeremy,” she answered.
“Right, and I’m always thinking about you. That’s why we make love instead of just fucking, understand?” MP just responded by kissing me, even though her father was only thirty feet away.
Earlier in the year construction had begun on a house at the end of the street. It was ready for occupancy by the last week in August. One day we saw a moving van as the family moved in. Besides the parents there was a little girl I guessed to be about ten and her older brother who looked to be our age. He identified himself as Ronny Young. He told us how he had been Homecoming King, an “A” student, and a star halfback in his previous school and he was looking forward to starring for the Tigers, our high school team. He went on and on about himself and I could tell it was nothing but lies. However, all the girls, including MP were really impressed. Ronny was also bigger than me; taller, heavier and more muscular; and probably more handsome, at least a lot of the girls thought so. Ronny also had a car, a recent model Mustang convertible that his father let him drive even though he wasn’t old enough to have what was known in our state as a “senior license.”
What bothered me was that Ronny was the type of guy who only wanted what belonged to someone else. In my case it was MP and he really put the moves on her; compliments, little gifts, rides in the car.
He was showing her a great time. I could see only trouble ahead but I knew if I said anything to MP she would accuse me of sour grapes or jealousy. I spoke to my mom about it and she agreed that there was nothing I could do but let nature take its course. I knew this son-of-a bitch was going to hurt MP and when he did I was going to take care of him; good.
In mid-September of our senior year I was walking home from school with MP when I asked her if her parents were going out over the weekend. She turned to me, “Yes, but I’ve been invited to Ronny’s.” When she saw the look of concern in my face she continued, “Don’t worry, we’re just going to watch a movie. Nothing’s going to happen. I promise I won’t even kiss him, and I’m definitely not going to fuck him.” She leaned in for a kiss but I had already turned away toward my house. I didn’t see MP at all over the weekend and, on Monday she was waiting for me at my door.
I asked her how things went with Ronny. “Just like I told you. He was a perfect gentleman; no kissing and definitely no fucking.” She held her hand out to me. I put mine in my pockets. She had forgotten what I had told her. I knew she was lying. I turned and walked to school, tears in my eyes.
Chapter 8.
Of
course, Ronny moved right in, taking my place just as he had planned
all along. MP now rode to and from school with him instead of walking
with Ted, Josh, and me, although she didn’t seem so happy. It was the
blackest time of my life. I sat alone in the cafeteria and when other
people joined me I was still alone. When I got home I’d cry for an hour,
partly because it was over between MP and me, but also because I knew
she was going to be hurt by this asshole.
As it turned out I
didn’t have to wait long. Instead of telling her he was dumping her she
walked to his car one afternoon at the close of school finding her place
in the front seat occupied by some bimbo blonde. Worse, Ronny laughed
at her, calling her “pathetic” and “loser” as he drove away. MP cried
all the way home.
I was home deep in despair when the phone rang. My
mom answered it and called me to the living room. “Jeremy, you need to
go over and see MP. That Ronny just dumped her and she needs some
support.”
“But, Mom, she broke my heart. I can’t! I just can’t!”
“Jeremy,
she made a mistake and, yes, it did hurt you, but she has been your
friend for years and right now she needs you. Just as important, you
need to do this for yourself. Go.” There’s no real purpose in arguing
with my mother. I dragged myself to MP’s house. I hadn’t been there for
more than a month so I knocked on the door instead of just walking in as
I had done before. Mrs. O’Brien answered the door. “Thank you for
coming, Jeremy. I tried to warn her about this boy, but she just
wouldn’t listen. She’s in her room.” I nodded and walked hesitantly to
see her.
I opened the door to find MP lying on the bed face down,
crying her eyes out. I sat on the bed putting my hand on her shoulder. I
didn’t say a word. MP looked up and cried even harder. I pulled her up,
put my arms around her and pushed her head down to my chest. She tried
to speak between sobs. “Oh; Jeremy; I should; have listened; to...my;
mother. I’m so sorry. I know I hurt you. I’m so; sorry.”
“You
forgot something I told you when you learned I was a wizard, MP. I told
you I could always tell when someone was lying. Ronny said he was an “A”
student; lie; homecoming king; lie; star athlete; lie. The only things
he said that weren’t lies were when he said you were beautiful. That was
the truth.” I paused to give MP my hankie so she could blow her nose. I
continued when she had finished. “I knew you were lying when you told
me that nothing had happened between you and Ronny. Have you looked at
your locket lately? Open it now.”
She looked at me questioningly
but pulled it over her head. When she opened it the heart was in a
million pieces. “That’s what you did to my heart. What you’re going
through isn’t even one-tenth what I’ve had to endure.” Now MP really
started to cry. I closed the locket and put it back over her head.
“Oh,
Jeremy, can you ever forgive me?” She fell to her knees, clasping her
hands as if in prayer. “Please, Jeremy, can’t we just go back to the way
things were?”
“Tell me what happened that night, MP. I need to know what happened. I’ll explain why later.”
She
started slowly. “I knocked on the door. He opened it and showed me to
his room. There was nobody else at home; that made me nervous. He began
with a lot of compliments about how pretty and sexy I was. Stupid me, I
believed him. When he tried to kiss me I thought, 'What’s the big deal,
it’s only one kiss'. Well, one led to another and then I couldn’t stop
him. He pulled my blouse off and mauled my tits. You know I like it
rough, but this was too much. He pushed himself between my legs and
fucked me. It was over in about thirty seconds and he didn’t do anything
for me. I felt dirty but I wanted to believe that I was a girl he
really wanted. He did it again before I left. I’m sorry I lied to you,
Jeremy. I was afraid to tell you the truth. Then he started again with
his compliments and everything and he was so sweet in front of the other
kids that I thought maybe I was wrong. But I wasn’t. He embarrassed me
in front of a whole group of kids. I was mortified. What am I going to
do?”
“You’re going on with life just as I have for the last
month. The difference is that I lost someone I truly loved; you only
lost some of your dignity.”
“Jeremy, can’t we go back to the way we were; boyfriend and girlfriend?”
“I
don’t know, MP, I’ll always be your friend, but I don’t know if I can
be your boyfriend again.” I got up and left. When I got home Mom knew it
hadn’t gone well. She didn’t have to be a witch to read the expression
on my face.
“What are you going to do, Jeremy?
“I don’t
know yet, Mom, but I can tell you this; he’s going to suffer for what
he’s done to MP and me. The only difference is that he’s going to suffer
more; much, much more.
“Jeremy!”
“Don’t Mom. This is
something he deserves. He’s a predator who takes advantage of innocent
people to feed his ego. When I finish with him he’ll be lucky to have
any ego left.” I turned and climbed the stairs to my room.
Chapter 9.
I
sat at my desk and made a list. All the things that fed his ego were
going to be destroyed. I just wanted to be sure I didn’t hurt anyone
else in the process of destroying him. Oh, I could have electrocuted or
burned him alive or even boiled him in oil, but I wanted him to suffer
the humiliation MP and I had experienced at his hand. I would start
early tomorrow morning.
We always have a police officer in front
of our school to help kids and parents cross the road. He parks his car
just before the crossing zone. I got up a half hour early so I could get
there before Ronny drove up. When I saw him a quick spell gave me
control of the car. I sped up, exceeding the speed limit by almost forty
miles per hour and turned the car forcing a collision with the parked
police car. The cop was really pissed and when he smelled Ronny’s breath
Ronny would be in real trouble; driving without a license, DUI, damage
to a city vehicle, and a kilo of pot in the glove compartment. All in
all, a good start to a wonderful day.
The next day, after being
bailed out of jail, Ronny was walking to school like the rest of us. He
tried to hold MP’s hand, but she refused, preferring to stay by me. She
didn’t try to hold hands but she was next to me and that was a big
improvement. As we walked I invoked my second spell. By the time we
reached the school his face and hands were covered in bloody pus-filled
boils; so much for his good looks. No medical treatment was going to
cure this ailment!
The following day while walking to school I
had yet another idea. I whispered another simple spell. By the time we
got to school his hair was falling out in clumps. He looked like a
patchwork quilt. Then I had another idea. From then on every other word
out of his mouth was going to be “Fuck.” I knew he was studying for an
oral report he was due to give in English class today so this was going
to be extremely interesting.
He stood before the class, boils,
hair clumps, and all ready for his speech. “I fuck read fuck the fuck
book fuck The fuck Old fuck Man fuck and fuck the fuck Sea.” The
principal was called; Ronny was suspended; so far, so good. At lunch MP
came to sit with me, something she had not done since we had split.
“Jeremy,
I know you’re doing all this stuff to Ronny and I don’t blame you, but I
hope he doesn’t find out. He’s awfully strong and he can be really
mean.”
Actually, that gave me another idea. “MP, I want you to
tell him I’m behind all his troubles. Tell him you don’t know how but
you know I’m behind it.”
“But, Jeremy, he’ll try to hurt you. I know he’s furious about everything that’s happened. He’ll kill you.”
“Oh,
he’ll try, MP, but he won’t hurt me. You know that. That will be almost
the final humiliation; getting beaten by a nerd like me. Then I’ll be
ready for the final part of my plan. Don’t say ‘no’ MP. You know I can
make you if I want to. Just do it. You can call him after school.” MP
wasn’t too happy, but she did it. Then she called me to let me know
Ronny was going to kill me. Well, we all know he is going to try, don’t
we?
I got up extra early so he’d find me at school where there’d
be plenty of witnesses, including the cop at the crosswalk when he
assaulted me and still got his ass kicked. Sure enough, about five
minutes before the bell was to ring he drove up in his badly dented
Mustang. Screaming at the top of his lungs he challenged me. I turned
around and waved him on. He came with a tire iron. Even better, I
thought; assault with a deadly weapon. I put a spell on the cop forcing
him to wait until I summoned him. Now I was ready.
Ronny charged
up the small hill with blood in his eyes. He reared back and swung,
missing me by inches. He swung again and missed again. Over and over, in
front of more than a hundred students and teachers, not to mention the
cop, he swung at my head just missing every time. As he tired I figured
it was time for me to go on the offensive. The next time he approached
me I tripped him causing him to fall forward in a heap. I laughed and
most of the onlookers joined me. “Here,” I said, “let me help you up.”
He growled as the audience howled with laughter. He swung up, hoping to
catch me in the groin, but I was too fast for him again. When his arm
had passed me I swung out and caught him in his right eye with my fist.
“Not only are you a shitty liar,” I shouted, “you’re an even shittier
fighter.” Again everyone howled.
Now Ronny was totally enraged.
With his eye closing from the growing bruise he had trouble seeing me.
“Gee, Ronny, from what I hear that bruise is a lot bigger than your
cock. MP told me she could barely tell you were even fucking her and
anyone who could cum as fast as you did with her should certainly be
able to catch a slowpoke like me.” I reached out and rapped the other
eye, closing it quickly. It looked like he might throw the tire iron so I
easily took it away from him. I wanted to hurt Ronny not some innocent
bystander. I thought this had gone on long enough so I decked him, first
with an uppercut to the gut and finally with a right cross to the jaw.
I
summoned the cop. “I saw the whole thing. You had the right to defend
yourself. He came after you with a deadly weapon, not to mention driving
without a license. I just arrested this jerk earlier in the week. He
cuffed Ronny, took the iron as evidence and drove him away to the
station. Only one more step and I’d be finished.
MP rushed up to
me afterward, the concern etched on her face. She saw our principal
approaching behind me. I was about to be suspended for fighting. The
fact that I was obviously defending myself from an unprovoked attack
meant nothing. The school had a zero tolerance policy and I was going.
MP called her mother and told her she was sick and she would be coming
home with me. My mother and I used our telepathy to communicate on the
way home. MP laughed, “I’m getting better at this. I’m picking up almost
every other word. Maybe I have a future as a witch.” We went home and
MP joined me in my room. We didn’t have sex; we didn’t even kiss but we
did talk; a lot.
I returned to school the following Monday,
knowing that Ronny was due to get bail and that he’d be back to get me.
This time he’d find me at the mall, but he’d attack MP, not me. He
wouldn’t hurt her, I’d see to that but he was going to be put away for a
long time. I escorted MP to the mall right after school. We took the
public bus; I saw Ronny’s car out the back window. We had just entered
the mall when Ronny ran in behind her. He pulled her blouse from her
body and ripped her bra, bruising her breasts. Ronnie grabbed them,
screaming that she was the cause of all his problems. Somehow
(magically?) his erect cock became exposed and his movements made it
appear that he was trying to rape MP. I ran up behind him, getting him
in a headlock. Now, normally that wouldn’t have done much good but a
spell dropped him unconscious on the floor just as Security and the City
Police arrived. There’d be no bail for this, his third offense in less
than a week, one that included assault, attempted rape, and public
lewdness in addition to the charges he’d built up last week. Even
better, he’d be branded a sex offender for the rest of his lying scumbag
life.
Chapter 10.
MP
and I were taken to the police station where we gave our statements and
pressed charges. The detective told us he had never seen a case like
this in his eighteen years on the force. He assured me that, under the
circumstances, he’d be amazed if there was any bail, especially inasmuch
as his attack on MP violated his existing bail. We even accepted an
offer of a ride home in his police car.
I walked MP to her door
but I couldn’t bring myself to kiss her. Instead, I told her what my
mother had said to me when we first got involved, “MP, I love you
something awful, but I don’t know if we should get involved again. You
see, I will only be able to marry a witch, assuming, of course, that I
ever meet one. If we get back together now; I don’t know if I’ll be able
to end it later. My heart was broken before, but now I feel it’s being
crushed.” MP began crying but she reached up to kiss my cheek before
running into her house.
I was home maybe a half hour enjoying a
snack when the doorbell rang. When I answered it I recognized the
asshole’s little sister, Alicia. “Um; I don’t think it’s such a great
idea for you to be here. Things aren’t very good between our families
just now.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that. I’m not mad at you, I’m
glad. Somebody finally taught my asshole brother a lesson. Know why we
moved here? Because Ronny, my father’s shining light, did a lot of the
same crap where we used to live. Ronny has always been my father’s
favorite. He couldn’t do anything wrong. He always got the best of
everything; I always got the leftovers. Now maybe I’ll get some
attention, although I doubt it. Oh, by the way, we’re moving again. Dad
hates to be embarrassed.
“I do hope things work out for you.” She
turned and walked away, a frown on her face. I uttered a spell that
would make things better for her. Her dad would notice what a wonderful
daughter he had and she’d have no trouble finding someone to love when
she got older.
About a month later in early November I read in
the morning newspaper that Ronny’s lawyer had reached a plea agreement
with the district attorney. Most of the charges would be dropped in
return for pleading guilty to the attempted rape. At most, he’d get ten
years which would mean he could be out in five including time already
served. A week later I read another story: in a rare move the trial
judge, after reading through the case file, denied the plea agreement
and ordered Ronny to stand trial on the full array of charges which
could, if found guilty, result in between sixty and seventy-five years. I
didn’t have anything to do with that. Honest!
Christmas came and
went and in early January we returned to school. I was sitting in
homeroom while the teacher droned on about some new student. When I
looked up I could feel a shock run through my body. The young woman
turned around, our eyes locking on each other. She was incredibly
beautiful with wavy red hair that came to her shoulders and emerald
green eyes, high prominent cheekbones, and a body to die for. Nobody
could blame me for staring. All the other guys were, too. The shock I
was experiencing was something I’d only been told about; a mind meld,
something that occasionally happened when people of magic met for the
first time. The telepathic messages were passing between us at light
speed. MP must have picked up some of them because she turned and looked
at me obviously confused. This continued until she broke the bond
telling the teacher she could find a seat. She walked down the aisle to
sit next to me. “Hi, Jeremy,” she sent me telepathically.
“Hi,
Amanda,” I replied. This time when MP turned around she had a big smile
on her face; I had found a witch. I looked at her schedule and found
that it paralleled mine with few exceptions. Speaking aloud, I told her,
“Your schedule is almost exactly like mine. Would you like me to help
you find your way around? I’m Jeremy.”
“Thanks, Jeremy, that
would be swell. I’m Mandy.” And then telepathically, “great, that will
give us plenty of time to talk and get acquainted.” We spent the day
together and she even sat with me at lunch. I wasn’t surprised when MP
joined us. I introduced them, commenting to Mandy that she could speak
freely in front of MP. “We used to be an item and she knows all about
me.” Mandy wrinkled her eyebrows as if to ask why so I continued. “We
were in her room making love when her father interrupted us. I had to
freeze him and, of course, I had to explain how I was able to do it.”
“I assume you took care of her ability to tell; .”
I nodded in reply before continuing, “MP’s pretty good at telepathy; she’ll pick up almost half of what we say.”
“Jeremy
has told me why we can’t continue to see each other so I’m thrilled he
has met you. I love him but I want him to be happy,” MP interjected.
Tentatively I asked Mandy, “How old are you?
Getting serious Mandy replied, “I’m seventeen. I’ll be eighteen in April. Will you do what is required?”
Looking
first at her and then at MP, I replied, “Yes, I will. I pledge myself
to honor the ancient and timeless code.” I placed my hand palm down on
the table. Mandy placed her hand on top of mine. “I accept your pledge.”
I told MP I’d explain to her later as we walked home. The bell rang and
we resumed our classes. I learned that Mandy lived on a street that was
perhaps a five-minute walk from mine. We kissed briefly at the end of
the day before I collected MP on the way home.
“Jeremy, can you tell me now? What was all that pledge stuff? And what was all the telepathy I was picking up?”
“Well,
MP, let me think of the best way to explain to you. Okay; you know that
witchcraft as the unknowing public calls it is a very old practice.
Some of the rituals would be considered sexist today, but that doesn’t
mean that they don’t have to be followed. A young witch must remain a
virgin until the full moon after her eighteenth birthday. Then she must
be deflowered by a wizard or warlock. If this does not happen she will
lose her powers when she turns twenty-one. If she has sex before that
specific full moon or if she doesn’t meet a wizard who will do it on the
specified night, she’s done; no more powers. Furthermore, it has to be
done outdoors, preferably on an old tree stump. The telepathy was a mind
meld; basically like two computers swapping information.”
MP laughed before I continued, “I told you it was pretty archaic, but that’s the way it has to be.”
“I’m not surprised you agreed, Jeremy, she’s drop dead gorgeous and sexy, too. All the same, I wish it was me.”
“I’m
sorry, MP, I’ve tried to explain. I think it’s time you moved on. We’ll
still be closest friends.” I leaned down and kissed her cheek. It was
time for us to separate. I walked in to tell my mother so, of course,
she already knew, having picked up the power of the mind meld. I told
her everything I had learned about Mandy and that I had pledged to
deflower her in April as dictated by The Code.
“How did MP react?
“Well, Mom, she seemed happy for me, but I’ll never understand women so who really knows?”
That
weekend I walked over to Mandy’s house to meet her parents and the rest
of her family. They asked me if I knew a suitable place to fulfill the
pledge. I told them that my uncle had a cottage in the mountains where I
could take Mandy. I’d have my full driver’s license by then. I’d
checked my computer and the full moon will be on a Friday night, April
7th so I could drive us after school and we could return on Saturday.
“Or, maybe even Sunday,” Mandy piped in turning red in embarrassment.
“Have
you ever had sex before?” her father asked. I knew I had to be truthful
so I was, “Yes sir, I used to have a steady girlfriend and we made love
often. Will Mandy be on the pill or should I bring condoms?”
“I’ll be on the pill by then, Jeremy. I want to feel the entire experience. I’m sure it will be wonderful with you.”
I
took Mandy’s brother aside. He had told me that he was in sixth grade.
“You should look up Alicia Young. She’s in fifth grade at your school. I
had a lot of trouble with her brother who’s now in jail and heading for
a long prison term.” Reaching in my pocket I pulled out a small box of
condoms, just in case he got lucky.
After that Mandy and I dated
regularly. Things got a lot easier when my parents gave me a new car for
in March; a belated birthday present, at least that’s what they told
me. I was just glad it wasn’t a Mustang convertible. I started to drive
MP and Mandy to school every day until MP told me she felt like a fifth
wheel. Mandy, however, to her credit, insisted that MP join us. If we
wanted to kiss we could do that after I dropped her off. On one such
occasion Mandy asked me if we could go someplace private. I drove to the
nearby state park. At this time of year it was virtually deserted. We
walked along one of the woodland paths, my arm around her waist.
Suddenly, she turned and pushed me against a nearby pine tree. She began
to kneel as she opened my pants. “You’d think someone who looks like me
would have a little experience, but I’ve never even done this and I
want to try it before our big night.” By the time she had pulled out my
cock I was harder than the tree I was leaning against. “Wow, Jeremy, is
this going to fit in my cunny? I sure hope so. Wow, it sure is hard.
Does it always get this hard and this big?”
“Not always, only
when I’m with a beautiful sexy witch,” I replied with a laugh. Mandy
stuck out her tongue and licked. Apparently satisfied, she licked again;
and again until she was ready to try it in her mouth. For a
self-professed amateur she did pretty damn well. She was turning me on
big time. I was groaning really loudly and really fast when I felt it
coming. “Mandy, I’m going to cum. If you don’t want it in your mouth you
need to move now.” She didn’t move. Her eyes twinkled even more than
before and she tried to smile even though her mouth was full of rock
hard cock. “Mandy, I can’t stop it now. Ugh! I’m cumming. Oh, God, I’m
cumming.” I shot eight times into her mouth. It had been so long since
I’d had sex with anything but my hand that I came by the gallon, or so
it seemed. White cum was dribbling down the corners of her mouth when I
finished, exhausted and sweaty. I pulled Mandy up and kissed her, my cum
mingling with our saliva.
When I broke the kiss I whispered in
her ear. She smiled and followed me to the picnic area. We found a table
in a secluded area where I seated her on the table while I sat on the
bench between her legs. I kissed her knees and moved my way up her
satiny smooth thighs. When I reached my destination I pulled the thin
strip of her panties aside and licked. Her cunt was bare, cleaned of
pubic hair with the exception of a narrow vertical strip just above her
slit. I began working her cunny lips until they were red and swollen
then I moved my attentions to her slit where I drank and drank of her
nectar until I pushed my tongue into her. I found her G-spot and rubbed
as hard as I could until I removed my tongue and replaced it with a
finger. I rubbed that coarse area and found her hard button. It was as
sensitive as could be and Mandy reacted as though she’d never cum
before. She thrashed on the table squeezing my head between her thighs
as her orgasm rolled over and over through her body. Eventually it ebbed
and she returned to normal. “Wow, if I’d known having an orgasm would
be so great I would have done it sooner.”
“Mandy, are you telling me that was your first orgasm? Didn’t you ever masturbate or have a boyfriend?”
“No, Jeremy, that was and you are my first. And with luck you’ll be my last.”
“I’m hoping for that, too, Mandy. I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”
“Even when you had MP? She’s pretty hot.”
“Yes,
even then. I knew way back that I needed to be with a witch. My mom
reminded me almost every day that while we were having a lot of fun it
couldn’t be anything permanent.” I sat next to her and we kissed a long
lingering kiss of love.
Time passed much too slowly for me and
for Mandy, too. We both wanted each other we weren’t sure we could wait
for the full moon. Finally, it arrived and I made arrangements with my
uncle to use his cottage. I drove Mandy there, stopping for some food
and drink at the nearby town first. I showed her the cottage; she was
mostly interested in where we would sleep although it was obvious she
didn’t plan to sleep too much. We walked out back. There was a clearing
where we could see the sky and an old table with several chairs. I
pulled up the table top to reveal a big old tree stump that was used as a
base. I cleaned it as best I could while explaining that I’d use a
blanket tonight.
I grilled some steaks and baked a few potatoes
for our dinner. We ate what should have been a relaxing dinner but the
truth was we were both nervous as hell. I threw the paper plates in the
trash. Because of the bears we’d be taking the trash home with us. We
went back inside and I asked her if she wanted a shower before; .
“Okay,”
she answered, “but only if you plan to join me.” I undressed her very
slowly taking plenty of time to savor my prize. Mandy’s body was
flawless; curvy where it should be and flat in the other places. Her
breasts were bigger than MP’s, but just as firm. Her ass was round but
muscular. She had a narrow waist and full hips. Between her legs was a
delightful space specially reserved for my cock. Once naked she began to
remove my clothes. I couldn’t get out of them fast enough. I adjusted
the water while she was familiarizing herself with my cock and we
stepped into the shower together.
We became quiet as we
contemplated what we were about to do and we washed each other slowly,
stretching out the task as a means of wasting time. We couldn’t do
anything before midnight and by then the tension would be intolerable.
After we had dried off Mandy and I donned robes. These would have to do
until the appointed hour. I had told MP about some of the age old
practices that no longer made sense and now we encountered an additional
one. Mandy was required to wear a ceremonial gown. It didn’t matter
what I wore, but if she didn’t wear the required gown there’d be
trouble. I reached out for my mother and she sent back the answer;
something was needed to collect the virginal blood, thus the gown.
At
11:50 we walked outside; me still in my robe and Mandy in the gown her
mother had provided. We repeated our pledge under the bright light of
the full moon. I laid the blanket across the tree stump, both to provide
a clean surface and to remove the irregularities of the surface that
could hurt her back. We kissed for several minutes as I explored her
breasts with my fingers. Mandy moaned into my mouth as she stroked my
cock to its maximum length and girth. I pushed her back onto the stump,
lifted the front of the gown and brought my cock to her wet slit. I
rubbed it into her and at the stroke of twelve I plunged into her,
taking her virginity and her hymen in a single forceful stroke. Given my
druthers I would have been gentler and more considerate, but the custom
which dated back more than a thousand years wasn’t created with women’s
rights in mind.
Once in to the hilt I began to pound her cunny
hard, watching Mandy’s face to see how she was handling it. “I’m sorry I
hurt you. Once we’re done with this silly ritual I’ll take proper care
of you.”
“Oh, Jeremy, it hurt when you forced it into me but now;
well, I’ve never felt better.” I told her to move with me so we’d bring
each other along. I raised her legs, placing them on my shoulders as I
adjusted the angle of my attack. Finally, I found a position where I was
able to strike her G-spot on every thrust. It wasn’t long before she
began to shake and her breathing became very rapid. I pumped her harder
and faster as I reached down to tickle and pinch her clit. Mandy came
hard and long, her body shaking so hard she almost fell to the ground. I
continued driving my cock into her tunnel until I blew rope after rope
of hot white semen into her womb. The ritual was completed! I picked her
up and carried her exhausted body back to the cottage, laying her on
the bed after first removing her blood stained gown and washing her
body. I climbed into the bed after her as we fell asleep in each other’s
arms.
To be continued; by senorlongo.