Date: Thu, 21 Nov 2013 00:10:12 +0000
From: william michael <beau155@hotmail.com>
Subject: Boy in the Bayou

Boy in the Bayou


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Germaine crouched in the bushes near the big old house partially shrouded
by the Spanish moss hanging from the trees that lined the wide drive
leading to the front portico.  The house hadn't seen a new coat of paint in
decades.  In the fading light of evening it looked gray and uninviting.  He
was hoping it was also vacant.  He wanted a place out of the coming rain
and maybe some odds and ends that would keep him fed for a few days.

In a more urban setting the boy would have been considered a street kid.
Out here on the edges of the bayous, he was just another teenager with too
many other kids at home and not enough to feed him, so he often took off
looking for other opportunities for some peace and quiet.  He also didn't
consider himself a thief, but if something was lying around waiting to be
found, he wouldn't pass it by.

Seeing no movement, he drifted out of the bushes and made his way up the
drive, keeping to one side, using the shadows of the trees to cover his
movement.  When he reached the bottom step of the portico he stopped and
looked for any sign of movement through the dusty windows that flanked the
double doorway at the top.

Again seeing nothing, he kept moving.  The stone of the portico was old,
but solid, with a thin coating of mossy growth.  When he reached the top,
he got close to the dirty glass and tried to look in, poised to run if he
saw anything move.  He could see that there was some pieces of furniture in
the foyer on the other side of the doors but the gloom was too deep to see
down the corridor that led to the back of the big house.  He kept looking
until the first dull roll of thunder urged him on.

He edged over to the doors and looked closely at the door handles but they
didn't show any signs of anything unusual so after taking a steadying
breath he pushed down on the right one and felt it move smoothly.  When the
door pushed in with a gentle shove, without protest from the hinges, he
should have suspected something but the rain choose this moment to begin
falling and he hurried to get inside.

The sound of the rain made a muffled drumming on the front of the house.
Standing with his back to the closed doors, he looked around and then
up. The ceiling was two floors above and a sweeping staircase connected the
first floor to the second.  To his right was an open entrance to what was
once a sitting room.  To his left was a closed door.  Thinking that
something of value would more likely be behind a door than out in the open,
he approached the closed door and put his ear to it.

Hearing nothing he slowly pushed down on the door handle and pushed in.
The room was gloomy and the corners lost in shadows.  He pushed the door
until it was half open and slipped inside, leaving the door ajar.  He took
two steps and then froze when he heard the first sound since approaching
the house.

"Hello there, sugah.  Why don't y'all close that door.  We'll want our
privacy."

Germaine tried to look around the room without turning his head.  When his
eyes finally grew accustomed to the gloom he could just make out what
appeared to be a figure sitting in a high backed chair resting on a small,
raised dais.

"It's so nice of y'all to visit.  I get so few visitors these days," said
the voice, a very female voice.

It was a voice that grabbed your attention and held it by your spine,
sending tingles in all directions.  For a boy of fifteen, it also took hold
of other body parts and they did more than tingle.  Not knowing why, but
unable to refuse he stepped back and reached behind him to close the door.
He saw the figure rise and step down off the dais. Her body was obscured by
a floor length, loose robe.  Her head was bare, completely, as if
shaved. She looked to be close to his height, perhaps just an inch or so
shorter.

As she got closer, more detail became clearer.  Her eyes were a dark brown,
almost black.  Her skin was the color of caramel.  As she got within arm's
length she reached out and a long finger touched his shoulder.  She slid
around behind him, her finger tracing lightly along the back of his neck to
the other shoulder until she finished her circuit of inspection.

"Oh, sugah, aren't you the handsome devil.  Maybe not so tall, but dark and
handsome."

And with the hand that hadn't left his shoulder, she took hold of the back
of his head and pulled their lips together, giving the boy his first ever
kiss. Germaine was rooted in place with little electric shocks running up
and down his spine. When the woman pushed her tongue between his lips and
began to probe his mouth, the shocks went to high voltage. He wasn't sure
how long it went on but the effect was beginning to be very telling in the
front of his pants.

She pulled back off his lips, leaving him feeling empty.  He opened his
eyes to see her face still close to his, the dark eyes boring into him.
Then her thick dark lips curled up in a sensuous smile and she said,

"Oh, sugah, that was so nice.  Your lips are so warm and soft and none of
that nasty beard business."

Then she sniffed a bit and said,

"But I think you've been out and about too long without a shower.  Y'all
come with me."

She took hold of his elbow and they began to move toward another doorway,
his legs moving on their own accord.  They passed through another large
room that was relatively empty of furniture and into a third that was an
odd mix with a few couches, some large pillows on the floor and some
overstuffed chairs.  She pointed him at a last door, less wide than the
others and said,

"Go through there, sugah, and get yourself all nice and clean and then come
back out here to me."

Germaine gave a slow nod and then walked to the door, opened it and stepped
in.  It contained an old style freestanding tub with a wrap around shower
curtain.  There was also a washstand and a mirror on the wall above it.
Looking inside the curtain he saw the familiar sights of faucets and
handles, soaps and shampoos.  Without even a thought of disobeying, he
stripped of his old clothes and stepped in.  The water was warm as soon as
he turned it on and he began to wash himself.

As a result of the stimulation he got from her kiss, his cock was semi
hard.  For his size, it was a good sized organ, above a nice set of balls
that promised to be low hangars later in life.  His body was smooth and
lacking any excess fat, largely due to his irregular eating.  What hair
there was on his head was short and tightly curled but he took the time to
wash it, not wanting to give the lady any reason not to be pleased with
him.  But he was in enough of a hurry not to keep her waiting that he
didn't bother playing with his nice cock as he normally would have.  When
he was done he stepped from the tub, and taking a towel from a nearby rack
he quickly dried himself.  When he looked around for his clothes, he found
they were no longer where he left them.  The room wasn't large so it didn't
take long to figure out they were gone.  When he went to pick up the towel
again to wrap around himself, it too had disappeared.  As he stood in
thorough confusion he heard her voice call to him.

"Come along, sugah, don't keep me waiting."

It was pleasantly said, but had a touch of command in it and once again he
found himself unable to disobey.  He went to the door and to hide his
nakedness he opened it and just stuck his head around.

"Oh, don't be shy, sugah.  You don't have anything I ain't seen before,"
she said from her spot in one of the overstuffed chairs.

The boy stepped out, his hands in front of him to hide his cock from view.
He came forward until he was in the middle of the room.  The woman stood up
and as she stepped forward her loose robe slid off her shoulders and made a
puddle of thin cloth behind her on the floor.  The boys eyes went wide and
he gasped.  He had never seen such a body before, not in any magazine he
had ever managed to scrounge and certainly not in real life.

His heart pounded in his chest as she slowly moved toward him.  It wasn't a
walk or a strut, it was more like a two legged slide.  And as she got
nearer he got a better view.  What a view.  The same tone of caramel that
he had seen in her face and neck covered her entire body flawlessly.  Not a
mark, nor mole, nor wrinkle. Her breasts were huge and perfectly shaped, at
least to his mind.  They were so full that they formed a bit of cleavage
despite being free of constraint.  They sloped down and slightly outward
and were capped by moderate sized aureolas and big hard nipples.

Below was a flat tight stomach but unmarred by the sight of muscles.  Her
hips flared outward but not excessively and there was no hair to be seen at
all.  Her legs were smooth and lean.  The boy was rooted where he stood but
a part of him was responding.  His cock, which had gone soft in his
embarrassment at having to walk out into the room naked, was beginning to
respond.  It thickened and began to rise up from his ball sack.  The naked
woman came to stand in front of him, so close that her hard nipples just
barely touched his smooth chest.

"Hmmm, sugah, you do look so sweet," she purred, lean forward to touch her
lips to his as her hand slowly wrapped around the shaft.

His body started at the feel of her touch on his cock but otherwise he
didn't move. Only his lips were working against hers and when he again felt
her tongue began to push past, he opened his mouth slightly to welcome her
in and his tongue joined in.  As she moaned into his mouth, her free hand
came up to once more cup the back of his head, her lips begin to grind and
the hand on his cock began to squeeze and stroke.  Once more, the high
voltage shock was running through his body and it seemed to grow stronger
in his crotch.

As she stroked, his cock grew longer and thicker.  Germaine thought
something felt not quite right but at the moment he didn't really care.
Her lips were like fire on his and the feel of her massive tits against his
thin chest had him feeling warm and comforted and hornier than he had ever
been, all at the same time.  Every nerve was alive.  He could actually feel
the head of his cock as it brushed over warm soft, and above all, wet
flesh.  He could tell that she was spreading her legs a bit and that his
cock was continuing to lengthen, pushing between her thighs, the top of the
shaft rubbing against her wet pussy lips.

Then he felt her legs tighten as she trapped his shaft between them.  They
continued on like this for some moments until she finally broke off the
kiss and pulled her head back enough to be able to focus on his face.

"Oh,my,sugah, that is just so thrilling.  Your lips are just so fine and
this..." she said, giving his cock a squeeze and looking down.

When he followed her gaze he was stunned at what he saw.  In her hand, and
trapped between her thighs, was a massive cock.  The skin was dark like
ebony and shiny. It must have been at least a foot long and more than half
that around.  He could also see that his balls were big and hung down, one
below the other, so that the lowest reached almost half way to his knees.
He blinked and then looked back at the woman who's mouth had the little
curled up smile.

"But, missus, I don't ever remember it being that big, not when I..." he
said, not able to go on.

"Not when you pleasured yourself, sugah.  Well, this is what mother nature
had in mind for you eventually, bless her heart, but why wait when we can
have all this fun right now.

As she said this she began to walk backward, towing the boy along by his
massive dick.  When she reached her well cushioned chair, she sat back, her
firm naked buttocks sinking into the padding.  She still had his dick in
one hand and she brought the other up to grasp more of the shaft.  She took
a close look at it and then looked up into his still stunned face.

"And, sugah, you and I are going to have so much fun, starting right now."

Having said that, she leaned forward, her tongue out, flickimg over the
large dark head, licking up the precum that had been flowing, then coating
it with a glistening layer of saliva.  Then she began licking down the
sides and underside of the shaft.  Then she opened her mouth and took in
the head and began to work some of the shaft into her mouth.  To Germaine,
it looked like her mouth was opening wider than it should have been able,
but since she was swallowing his now massive dick and causing all manner of
sensations to shoot through him, he didn't really care.

She released his dick from one hand and let that one roam over his stomach
and chest, leaving a trail of warm tingles over the contacted skin.  The
tingles seemed to combine and connect to the sensation building at the base
of his cock.  All he could do was close his eyes and begin to moan.  With
his eyes shut he could concentrate on the feel of her lips and tongue as
they moved on his thick shaft. He had never felt anything so wonderful.

He fixated on the feel of the tight ring of her dark full lips as they
moved down his cock, only to pull back a bit and then move down again.
Back and down, back and down.  Until he felt something amazing.  Something
bumped into the bare dark skin of his belly.  Opening his eyes, he looked
down to see that the woman, or 'missus', had swallowed his entire horse
like cock and her nose was resting against his belly.  Her dark eyes were
looking up at him.

Without any obscuring hair he was able to see that the sides of her neck
were distended and quivering. As she swallowed a couple of times he felt
the inside of her throat massage the sides of his massive shaft.  Then she
was pulling back, enough to unblock the airway and allow her to breath
heavily through her nose.  She did this several times but never once did
she fully relinquish her mouth's hold on his cock.

The sensation was incredible and he could feel his knees weaken.  Without
thinking he took hold of her head in both hands, feeling the smooth skin
under his finger tips.  She in turn, took hold of his ass in both hands and
began to pull him in and then push him back out.  Without knowing why or
how, his hips took up the rhythm and soon he was fucking her mouth and
throat with steady, deep strokes.

Sure that he knew what to do, missus let one hand take hold of his balls
and she began to fondle and tug at them.  This created a hot ball of
sensation that radiated outward that had the boy standing on his toes as
his cock was sawing in and out of her hot wet mouth.  How long this
continued he had no idea but finally it was more than he could stand. In
fact, considering his age and the length of time since he had last emptied
his balls, it was astonishing that he had lasted as long as he had.

But his body was not to be denied any longer and he grunted out a barely
coherent,

"Gonna shoot, missus."

In one smooth action, she pulled his cock out of her mouth and throat,
pushed him back a step and slid off the chair onto her knees.  Her back was
bent so that her shoulders were braced on the edge of a cushion and her
hands were holding her own ankles behind her.  She looked up at the
youngster and said,

"Grab that big ol' cock and hose me with your cum, sugah.  Spray it all
over me."

Again he could hardly refuse and he held his huge dick with one hand near
the base and the other pumping along the shaft nearer the head.  The
obvious target was those two huge tits and he pointed the head right
between them.  With his jaw locked and his lips drawn back he grunted as
the first long hard stream of pearly white cum shot from his cock head and
splashed with an audible 'splat' onto her smooth caramel colored skin.

As he rocked on his heels from the force of his cumming the spurts of white
creamy cum splashed across her tits and upper chest, each stream as strong
as the last.  He had never cum so hard or for so long in his young life.
As each one hit she would scream and then laugh, never flinching or moving
to staunch the flow as the accumulating sperm began to run and drip from
her tits onto her stomach and to her thighs.

When Germaine had finally fired off his last shot, his knees buckled and he
dropped down to the floor, his hands bracing him, his head hung down.
Above the sound of his heavy breathing he could hear missus cooing and
murmuring to herself.  When he finally could, he raised his head and saw
that she was slowly and lovingly rubbing the heavy load of cum into her
skin, smearing and smoothing it out over as much of her body as could
manage.

At some point she looked up and across at the boy who had delivered so much
for her.  She smiled languorously at him and said,

"Oh, sugah, you are amazing.  I can't ever remember having such a huge
load.  It feels so warm and smooth.  I can feel it working already."

Germaine's brain was still a little fuzzy and he didn't understand what the
load of cum could be working on.  His rudimentary understanding of biology
hinted that the sperm needed to be inside a woman to do anything useful.
His expression seemed to convey his confusion.

"It's easy to understand, sugah.  That silly ol' Spaniard that was looking
for the fountain of youth didn't need to waste so much time.  If he had his
crew just shoot their hot creamy cum all over him and he took the time to
rub it in, it would have done him wonders."

Blinking a few times he supposed she meant that his cum was helping keep
her skin so smooth and young looking.  He smiled a bit thinking it was a
good trade.  She smiled back, this time with a warm, affectionate smile.

"I'm glad you like it, sugah.  You and I are going to have so much fun
together. Give me a few minutes and we'll have some more."

Leaning back a bit he looked down.  His softening cock still looked huge,
laying between his legs, some of it resting on the floor, along with his
still large but, for the moment, emptied balls.  He was still contemplating
how that had happened when he saw missus begin to raise, gracefully, like a
flower growing fast forward.  She offered him a hand and pulled him to his
feet.  Those slender arms had some strength to them.

His cum had largely dried and his cock was now soft and dangled limply over
his ball sack.  Missus didn't relinquish her hold on his hand and pulled
him towards the bathroom door.  After they passed through the door and
closed it she pulled him into her arms and she held him tightly, her huge
tits pressed against his chest, his limp cock rubbing against her lower
abdomen and bare pussy limps.  Her head was next to his and he could hear
and feel her warm breathing.  His own arms slid around her lower back and
he felt her press into him a bit more and she sighed. After some moments
like this she said,

"Come along, sugah.  It's time for us to get nice and clean."

She pulled back the curtain from around the tub and he was surprised to see
that the tub was full of water.  She smiled at him and then with ease and
grace she stepped into the tub, then gently pulled him in after her.  It
was warm and welcoming and he had to wonder where this was all leading.
Again he saw that she was smiling at him as she let her wet hands caress
her amazing pair of tits.

"Hmm, you know, sugah, I spent so much time playing with that marvelous
cock of yours my poor titties got no attention what so ever.  Would you
like to play with them and help get them nice and clean?"

"Oh, yes, missus, I would."

She let her hands slip under those massive mounds and lifted them up in
invitation. He slid forward on the smooth floor of the tub and found
himself kneeling with his legs outside of hers.  With slightly shaking
hands he ran his fingers over the now clean smooth skin.  It was amazing
that the skin was so soft, but now he knew the secret why.  As his fingers
danced and play she cooed and let her legs rub against the inside of his,
his cock only responding slowly to this new erotic play.  It began to dawn
on him that he had been the only one to reach maximum pleasure and he
thought that was somehow unfair.

He knew that she had liked the way his cock had felt rubbing on her pussy
so as one hand continued to fondle one of the offered tits, the other
slipped around the side and down, and as her eyebrows raised and her eyes
danced his slender fingers brushed past her lower stomach and found the
spot he was looking for.  Her eyes flashed as his fingers traced along her
swollen pussy lips.  As one hand gripped and massaged a massive breast the
other was running up the crease between those lips and when contact was
made with her distended clit, her hips pushed forward and her head slowly
drifted back to rest on the edge of the tub.

Sensing he was on the right track he began to manipulate the hard nub while
at the same time, pinching and tweaking the hard nipple in his other hand.
She in turn began to slowly hump her pussy against his hand as her legs
pulled back and spread wider, her knees above the level of the water.
Germaine slid in closer so that his own knees came to bracket her firm
hips.  His pressed his palm against her slowly undulating pussy, feeling
her pressing back.  He looked at her face, seeing her eyes closed, an
almost idyllic expression on her face.  There was something about the idea
that he was pleasing this woman so much that appealed to him and he began
to apply more pressure to her pussy.

Her mouth opened and she mumbled,

"Use a finger, sugah.  Slide a finger between my pussy lips and find the
hole."

Doing as she directed the long middle finger of his hand began to work
between her lips as the heel of his palm rubbed the clit.  Her hips bucked
and her back arched as his finger slid between the lips.  As he probed
further he found what she had wanted him to find.  He let the finger slide
up and in and missus began to grown loudly.  She reached up with a strong
slender arm and grabbed his head and pulled his face down until it was
against her other tit, forcing his mouth onto the hard nipple.

"Hmmm, that's it, sugah.  Use your lips and tongue.  You are doing so well,
yessss."

As she murmured her approval the boy increased his efforts to please her.
She liked it when he stroked his dick in and our of her mouth so he began
to do the same with is finger.  This got a very positive reaction and she
began to move her hips in time with his thrusts.  He also continued to work
over her nipples with his mouth, tongue and hand.  The water was sloshing
in the tub but neither cared if some water went over the side.  His own
cock was swelling but he wasn't going to let that distract him from making
this amazing lady feel as good as he could make her.

He noticed that her hips were moving faster and her grip on his head got
tighter. He tried to match his finger thrusts and pussy rubbing to her
gyrating hips but it seemed to make her go faster. Finally, she stopped
moving altogether.  Her body went rigid in a spasm of pure pleasure and she
almost smothered him as she pulled his face in between her tits.  Her head
was thrown back and she was moaning loudly.

After a few moments, her body relaxed and she settled back into the still
warm water of the tub. Without looking at him, she pulled the boy up so
that he was laying on top of her, her legs slowly wrapping around his
slender body.  She had one arm wrapped around his back, the other holding
his head against her shoulder.

"Oh, sugah, that was wonderful.  You're hands are so fine.  How did you
think to do that for me?"

Turning his head so he could talk a little more easily he spoke almost into
her ear.

"Well, you made me feel so good, I thought I should do the same for you.
And I liked how it felt while I was doing it for you."

Missus let go of his head and eased him back so they could be face to face.

"There's something about you, sugah, and I intend to find out what it is,
no matter how long it takes."

With that she pulled his head forward and covered his lips with hers.  The
kiss was at once loving and passionate.  His chest pushed against her
massive tits, pressing them back.  She finally slid her mouth off of his
and said,

"C'mon, sugah, lets get nice and dry.  Then we'll go someplace nice and
comfy."

Germaine slid back and slowly stood up, the water running down his body.
He held out his hands and she took them and let him help her off.

"Such a gentleman," she cooed.

They stepped out of the tub and they took turns drying each other off with
a large soft towel.  She looked at the naked, slender boy and said,

"Oh, sugah, I think you need some more attention."

Her eyes were fixed below his waist and he looked down to see the massive
shaft start to swell, arcing out over his heavy balls.  He looked back and
saw that the nipples of her massive tits were hard and distended again.  He
smiled.  She took him by the hand and led him out of the bathroom, through
the larger room and out into the foyer.  She led him up the staircase and
down the second floor corridor.

At the end was a double door that she pushed open, leading him into the
largest room he had seen so far in the house.  Opposite the door was a
large bed, complete with light filmy curtains.  There were more cushioned
chairs, a divan, a large make up table and standing mirror.

She made a direct line for the bed and pulled the curtains apart, urging
him up onto the expansive mattress and then crawled in behind him.  She
pushed him onto his back and then covered his body with hers.  Her massive
breasts pressed down against him, her bare pussy ground into the thigh of
one leg, her mouth covered his.  As his cock swelled more and more it
pushed down past his other leg, to lie hard and solid against them both.

Her hand slid down to seek it, wrap her fingers around it and began to
stroke it. Her tongue danced into his mouth and he sucked on it.  He could
feel his thigh was beginning to get wet as she ground against him.
Finally, she pulled her mouth off of his and said,

"Alright, sugah, now's the time.  I want you to use this massive cock to
make me feel so good."

She rolled off his body and onto her back.  She spread he legs out, her
knees up, her arms held wide to welcome him.  He got up on his knees and
shuffled between her legs.  His cock was hard and fully erect.  It's sheer
weight kept it from sticking up but he took it in hand and began to rub the
head along her pussy lips.

"Oh, yes, sugah, that feels so nice.  Now, hold it right there, yes, that's
it. Now, start to push it in.  Remember where you had your finger before."

He knew what she wanted and he began to push forward, urging the head of
his cock to push the lips apart, giving him access into her.  Slowly the
head disappeared, the inky dark skin contrasting erotically with the
lighter caramel of the flesh that surrounded it.

"Oh, sugah, that feels incredible.  So big, yes, fill me up."

The boy couldn't believe how tight and hot her body felt as he moved up
inside it. As the thick shaft pushed her wet lips further aside her arms
snaked out and took hold of the boy's shoulders.  Her legs hooked behind
his thighs and began to pull him in.  The more his cock sank inside her
pussy the greater the sensations that raced up his cock and into his balls.
As much as he had enjoyed her sucking his cock, this was so much better.
Slowly but surely, just as she had swallowed his entire cock earlier, she
now took the entire magnificent dick inside her soaking wet pussy.  When
his stomach touched hers and his balls made contact with her ass. she
squeezed hard with arms and legs and felt him inside her as deep as was
possible.

"Oh, sugah, yessss.  Now let me feel you move just like you did in my mouth
and throat.  Use that big cock.  Drive it into me."

Germaine pulled his hips back, sliding his massive cock almost all the way
out and then pushed it back in.  Once more, twice more, three times he did
this, each time a little harder and faster.  Each time when he hit bottom,
missus let out a grunt and a moan.  Then he found a pace that felt right
and kept it going, in and out, in and out.  Time passed with no notice.  As
he fucked her, at least twice she stiffened and cried out as her body was
wracked by an intense orgasm.  In between there was a number of minor
spasms.

Her hands slid down his back and took hold of his slender ass and pulled it
harder and harder, helping him ram his cock harder and harder.  She even
let one of her long, slender fingers brush over his asshole, causing him to
twitch his ass, adding a bit more to what she was feeling.  This rocketed
her into her third and hardest orgasm, her screams bouncing around the
large room.

As she began to come back to earth she heard him mumbling into her neck,

"Gonna cum, gonna cum."

She pushed up on him and said,

"Get off me, sugah, not inside me."

She pushed him up and off and rolled onto her stomach.

"Shoot it on my back and ass, sugah. Shoot it all over me."

As before he couldn't refuse her and he knelt between her outspread legs
and stroked his dick as he pointed it toward her back and ass.  With a deep
grunt the first shot fired up her back, coating her spine.  Again and again
he fired cumshot after cumshot onto her back and ass.  As each hot stream
hit her smooth skin she flinched, squealed and laughed.  When he was
finally done, he rested back on his heels, his still inflated cock resting
on his legs.

"Oh,sugah, that was lovely, but I need your help.  I can't reach behind me.
Be a dear and rub that lovely cum into my skin."

He liked the idea of rubbing her back and ass and didn't really care if he
had to touch all his wet cum.  He began with her ass, rubbing the creamy
sperm into the warm skin, all over her ass, and partly down her thighs.
Then he reached further and rubbed it all over her back and up onto her
shoulders.  As he did this she cooed and moaned.  Slowly, most of the cummy
mess disappeared into her skin and he continued until she said,

"Oh, thank you, sugah.  Now take that cloth off the bed table and wipe down
my back and ass."

Again he did as she directed and in moments she was cleaned up.  She rolled
over onto her back and held her arms out to him.  He leaned forward to be
caught up in her embrace that included a number of kisses on his lips,
neck, and face.  It didn't take much urging to get him to move with her
until they were lying in the center of the bed, heads on pillows, she
spooning him from behind, wrapped tightly in her arms.

"Oh, sugah, I haven't felt like this since I can ever remember," she said
in a low sultry voice in his ear.  "Stay with me.  Stay where you can be
warm, and dry and well fed, and safe.  Stay with me so we can feel like
this all the time."

As sleep tugged at him, he thought about what she offered.  Why not?  What
she offered was better than anything he could hope for elsewhere and more
than anything he wanted to keep making her happy.  As he snuggled back into
her, her arms tightening around his chest, he made his decision.

"Okay," he said barely above a whisper, "I'll stay."

He wasn't sure but he thought he heard her say even lower,

"You're mine."