Date: Thu, 23 Aug 2012 07:33:28 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: I Wish. Part Five.

       This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments,
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  Part Five.

     It took Michael a little time to convince his bosses about putting
together six one hour shows calling them A Night at the Opera. This would
be a mixture of duets and solos with my name already being put forward.

     He got Darren to visit his office with his agent and I was also there
when he arrived. He was pleased to see me and took me into his arms and
gave me a big kiss on the lips. I saw Michael's face at this but it was a
normal thing for artistes to greet one another in such a familiar fashion
so he couldn't say anything.

     He was enthusiastic when Michael outlined the series of programmes and
would be most delighted to be singing again with me, especially as it would
be aired on television. He told his agent to sort out the details while he
took me out for a drink. So off we went but the place for a drink turned
out to be his room in the hotel he was staying overnight at. He wanted me
as much as I wanted his prick once more inside me and we were kissing each
other as soon as the door of his room was closed.

     `Oh Mandy, it's so great to be holding you in my arms again,' he said
between kisses, his body pressed up close to mine. I could feel that he was
hard and I was getting wet and didn't stop him from pulling my tits out for
him to suck and kiss on one while massaging the other. I made him give out
a groan as I rubbed the front of his trousers and we broke apart so that we
could get our clothes off. `God, you look lovelier than ever,' he said with
awe as I draped myself across the bed. `I'd forgotten just how beautiful
you look.'

     `Well I didn't forget how handsome you were,' and looked at his
erection that was visibly throbbing, `nor how big you were. Come and make
love to me,' I said, opening my arms as well as my legs and watched him get
on the bed, his cock bouncing about and saw it disappear down below and
felt the head start to probe my entrance as his body covered mine. It was
glorious to have that prick of his slide up and fill me once again and it
was only eleven o'clock in the morning. Time for another later I thought as
I lifted my legs high and gave myself up to the pleasure of having this
hard organ moving up inside me.

     It was lovely having him fuck me once again and I knew that we would
be doing this all the time during the shows, but his urgency was greater
than mine at this first coming together and was soon riding me hard as he
came inside me. Panting as he pushed and bored his way to his orgasm,
feeling the extra throbbing inside me as he came. I didn't come myself but
it was enough for the time being just to have him where he was.

     I gave out a cry when he pulled out but I wasn't finished with him
yet. So as he flopped over onto his back, I rose up and turned round and
took his still hard, wet prick into my mouth to suck and squeeze out what
was still left inside his tube. I wasn't going to go without and so I swung
my leg over him and moved my body down so that my sex was over his mouth
for him to tongue and suck on me at the same time.

                                                           *

     We lay side by side, our hands touching each other as we talked after
our coupling and told each other what we'd been doing since leaving the
university. He was doing well and this was the break that he'd been hoping
for.

     `Do you remember the wish I made for you?' I asked him.

     `I do, and if your prediction is to come true, there's only eleven
months left,' he said.

     `It will happen,' I assured him, `so I'm not going to waste this
year's wish on what I know is going to come true.'

     `I wish I had your faith,' he said rolling onto his side and kissing
my cheek.

     `These shows that we are going to do together will be the catalyst,
you'll see. But with what I can feel pressing against my thigh is what I
want, now,' I said, tugging at his body and had him roll on top of me and
once again fill me with his hardness. It was at a much slower pace that he
moved himself inside me and gradually built up my inside boiler until the
pressure became too much and I exploded in my orgasm, fighting him to get
more of his prick inside as I screamed out at the pleasure. I know he came
inside me but didn't feel it because of my thrashing and bucking about
beneath him during my release.

                                                           *

     We stopped in the bar downstairs for one drink before going back to
Michael's office where we found that all the details had been sorted out
and that we would start rehearsals in two weeks time. Which I knew would
not take too much time for we both knew each other's style and tempo. It
would be more of the orchestra getting into our rhythm than ours into
theirs.

     This was the case and what would be our first show was soon in the
can. We did the other five slots well within the time frame and the series
was sent out three months after our original agreement had been made.

     I don't know the exact viewing figures but I know that they increased
every week after the first one was shown. The write ups were excellent and
within three weeks, Darren had been asked to visit La Scala in Milan for an
audition.

     He couldn't wait to get hold of me to tell me the news. He was over
the moon and I then went and booked seats for his debut as he'd been
accepted and hailed as the next Mario Lanza. He knew that the only way he
could really show his gratitude was to take me to bed and give me three
orgasms. He was magnificent in that bed, going down and wouldn't give up
plating me till I had my first one. Then he roused me to my second one by
shafting me and after an hour's rest, took me again and managed to stay in
the saddle until I bucked like a wild bronco at a rodeo while having my
third.

     `It's all down to you Mandy,' he panted as he lay back near
exhausted. `To you and your wish for me. I take back all the thoughts that
I had of you possibly being a little bit cuckoo. Will you marry me?'

     Now that was a bolt from the blue!

     `No Darren,' I said without hesitation. `You are going to be a
household name like I am going to be. We wouldn't be able to survive. I
love you in my own way for I like singing with you. I like being in bed
with you and having your lovely cock up inside me, but I could never be
faithful to you. We would sometimes be apart for too long doing what we
like most, singing, and at different venues no doubt. So it's better that
we just have these get togethers when we meet and you'll find it all the
better.'

     `Well, I had hoped that you would say yes, but guessed that you'd say
no,' he replied a little crestfallen, `but I think you're right in what you
say would happen. Though I do really love you and I'm not just saying that
because of your body and what we do with it. That goes without saying, no,
it's the person inside that I love and I feel some regret that it's not
returned.'

     `Don't say that!' I cried. `You're making me sound uncaring like
that. I just know that it wouldn't work out. So I'm going to give you my
wish for this year which I haven't used up to now.

     I wish that your debut is a great success and that you will carry on
to find fame and a woman to love and one that will love you come what
may. There, I've now given you more than you could ever have hoped for, so
think of me when you find that woman for I know that you will, as I know
that you are on the threshold of the finest hour of your career.'

     He rolled over and kissed me and I could feel his tears drop down onto
my cheeks as we kissed. He went on to have my wish fulfilled.

                                                           *

     Andrew was glad when Darren went off to Italy for he'd been missing
out of having me on the odd occasions that I let him fuck me, and hoped for
more now that he'd left.

     Michael guessed that I'd been balling Darren for we would disappear
after rehearsals and it would be three or four hours before I returned to
the studio for him to give me a lift home. Quite often he would stay for
dinner and also spend the night in my bed especially if I was going back to
the studio with him the following day.

     `Are you fucking Darren?' he asked me one night as we got into bed. I
could see that the question had been bothering him for his prick was quite
limp between his legs as he swung them up under the covers.

     `Yes,' I admitted, stroking his chest and running my hand down over
his stomach.

     `Andrew too?' his voice sounding a little bitter.

     `Only an odd one now and again,' I replied, now taking hold of his
limp prick and tried to squeeze some life into it. `But you're here now,' I
said as I went down under the covering sheet and took the whole of his dick
into my mouth to rouse him. I heard him give out a groan as I took him in
and was able to suck and tease the whole length of it with my teeth. It
worked, for it began to grow in my mouth and slowly begin to move out as it
got bigger. He liked it when I ran my tongue round inside the foreskin and
tongue the G string of it. But the harder it got the more the foreskin
tightened over the head of his cock forcing my tongue out but then I really
had something to chew and suck on.

     He could only take so much of my ministrations doing this and pushed
me off and pulled me up in the bed for me to roll over onto my back and
open my legs for him.

     `You're a devil or a witch,' he said as he lay on top of me as he
pushed his now throbbing cock up into me, a welcome presence. `I sulk and
hate it when you go with them and then you bewitch me into wanting you all
the more, even knowing that you're letting those other two fuck you.'

     `Well you're the one fucking me now,' I gasped in between his vigorous
thrusts into me as though he was trying to punish me in this way by him
ramming himself hard into me. He wasn't, because I loved it when his pubes
mashed against my mound, his prick pulsating and beating a tattoo in my
vagina. I would squeeze his cock and hold tight to his shoulders as his
arms were up under my shoulders to give him a good grip to pull me down to
his upward thrusts.

     `Oh God, I love you Mandy,' he grunted out between his thrusts. `You
make me so jealous when I know you're with somebody else doing this,' and
then he stopped and almost froze, just his hips moving and I felt him swell
that little bit more and his cock twitched as his semen pumped out into me
and gave out a mew as he cried out in his coming inside me.

     He was like this on top of me having come and me having an orgasm like
just before Darren left for Italy and I told him what Darren had asked.

     `He asked me to marry him,' I said and felt his body go rigid and his
cock suddenly start to throb again up inside me.

     `Oh Christ no,' he groaned, letting his head drop down to my
shoulder. `What did you say?' he asked. His voice muffled in my neck and
hair.

     `I said...no,' and he gave out an explosive gasp and raised his head
up and looked at me.

     `Why?' he asked, and I could see the look of relief on his face.

     `Because I don't love him. I liked his cock where yours is now, but
that was all.' He raised himself up onto his elbows, easing the pressure
off my tits, and looked into my eyes and I could feel his cock really
throbbing now and knew what he was going to say.

     `Mandy. Will you marry me. I know that in the eyes of the law you are
my step sister but we're not blood related.' There was pain and anguish in
his eyes as he looked at me, waiting for my answer. We stayed looking at
each other for a few moments and I could feel that he was tense and tighter
than the string of a violin.

     `Yes Michael,' I said softly and tears sprung instantly to his eyes
and he bent his head and kissed me and began to carry on and fuck me with
what now felt like the prick of a horse it seemed that big. He rode me with
gusto and vigour and brought me to another orgasm as we thrashed about on
the bed in his glorious delight of me saying yes and we both came at the
same time, bouncing about and crying out our delight in this mutual
release.

     He couldn't kiss me enough, our sweaty bodies slipping and sliding
about until he slipped out of me and I quickly moved round and took his
still hard cock into my mouth and sucked and chewed on him to his groans of
pleasure. I had made him a very happy man that night.

                                                           *

     Mum and dad were delighted when we went through into their part of the
house next morning and announced that we were engaged to be married. A
bottle of champagne was got out of the fridge and dad opened it as mum
cooked us some breakfast which we ate while drinking this champagne. As it
was a Sunday and we didn't have to go to work, we opened another one and
drank that too before Michael and I went back into our half and straight
back to bed where we fucked each other silly.

                                                           *

     Andrew was a little disgruntled when I flashed him the ring a few days
later but accepted it quite philosophically and went on to congratulate me
saying that Michael was a lucky man and that maybe, but didn't finish the
sentence. I knew what he meant but let it slide.

     He then became business like and told me of the offers that were
coming in for me to either sing, perform on the stage or do some photo
shoots for advertising. I pointed out that I wouldn't be available over the
week of my birthday as I would be out of the country. He didn't ask where I
was going though I guess he knew. I then realised that somehow I must have
known in my heart that Michael would propose for I'd only booked seats for
four at La Scala. Mum, dad, Michael and myself, so subconsciously I hadn't
included Andrew in our party.

     Andrew knew that I didn't want any long term contracts in performing
but preferred one night stands, shades of sex sprung to mind. There were
quite a few of these for a variety of television shows as a guest artist
though Andrew turned down the clubs because they wouldn't or couldn't pay
enough. Though I did quite a few non paid charity shows which gave me a lot
of exposure.

     I also told him of the expected date for the wedding which Michael,
mum and dad agreed on, and that would be two weeks after my birthday and
after our visit to La Scala in Milan. Here we went two days before the
opening of Verdi's Rigoletto which was also the day of my twenty third
birthday. We stayed at the best hotel the city had to offer and saw some of
the sights but not too much as to get over tired.

     Dressed in our new clothes bought for the two occasions, we went to
the theatre and watched Darren make his debut and he sung better than he
ever had, especially the aria La Donna è Mobile and I hummed along to
Questa o Quella.



     The ovation at the finale was tremendous and they made five curtain
calls and Darren looked so happy up there on the stage taking his bows with
the others. He insisted that we join the cast and him in the celebration
dinner where a whole restaurant had been taken over for the purpose. He
made me blush when he stood up announced that not only was it his night,
but it was all down to the only one that made his dream come true. It was
me of course and he also announced that it was my birthday and I got
clapped and cheered and even more so when Darren said that we would sing a
couple of duets for them. Well I hadn't been prepared for that but with my
face red, stood up on a small stage with him and we sang the famous duet
from Madame Butterfly and a modern one, Tonight from West Side Story. Even
without the music, we'd never sung both as well as we did that evening and
I went and sat back down to much applause. I was even asked if I cared to
honour the opera house by singing there sometime in the future and I told
them to contact my agent.

     Though he was the star of the performance, he insisted that we share
his big table and oh, it was such a wonderful night. Darren said his
congratulations to Michael in winning such a perfect woman and then my
mother for producing such a fine young lady. This made her evening complete
and we went back to our hotel half drunk and extremely happy and they
thanked me for such a wonderful and memorable time that they would never
forget.

     Neither would Michael and I for we were like pigs at a trough in bed
that night. Him going down between my legs to tongue and nibble at my clit
while sucking away to bring me to an orgasm. Then he was on top and inside
me with his lovely big prick and fucked me to another that left me ragged
but not enough to stop me from taking him into my mouth to suck and taste
my own juices along with was left of his.

     It was after this that we lay together and I made my birthday wish as
I held onto his re-growing organ.

     `I wish that all of my children will be born healthy, beautiful and
intelligent and,' I gave him a grin and squeezed his prick, `that if any
are boys, that they be given pricks the size of the one I am holding.' For
it was now up and as hard and big as ever.

     `And I hope that the girls are as beautiful as you,' he laughed, not
understanding that I knew that my wish would come true. With him up and
ready again, he didn't need any encouragement to climb back on top and use
his big organ to fuck and give me my third orgasm of the night, coming
inside me at the same time.

     What I didn't know was that I fell pregnant that night, due, I
believe, to a faulty batch or out of date birth control pills. I don't
think it was because this was the first night that I stopped taking a pill
and expected that the effects of these pills would have worn off by the
time we went off on our honeymoon.

                                                           *

     We were married on the Saturday two weeks later at my local church and
had many guests who filled it. Mother fussed about that morning, getting me
dressed after my bath, still tut tutting over the amount of cleavage I was
showing.

     `The vicar will have a seizure at seeing your navel when you kneel
down,' she said.

     `He'll probably go into the vestry and jerk himself off,' I said and
got a slap on the arm for that. It was a low front but I was proud of my
breasts and I knew that it would turn on most of the men folk and they'll
be talking about it for ages, wishing that they could be in Michael's
place. As it was, he was told many times after the ceremony, that he was
indeed a lucky man to have such a gorgeous looking creature as his wife.

     As I said, the church was packed and I had dad, proudly having my arm
linked through his as he led me down the aisle to the wedding march to stop
and stand next to his son Michael. The smile on Michael's face was one to
die for. It shone and lit up the whole of his being and I'm sure he felt
like floating away. I was so happy to see that look of love and adoration
and he couldn't help but let his eyes flicker over the amount of tit I was
showing. Even the vicar's face went a little bit red as he looked too, and
began the service with a stutter.

     He managed to get control of himself by looking fixedly at the book he
was holding as he read out the famous lines, of which you must already know
so I'm not going to go through them all. We both said yes to the question
of marrying each other and the best man, Peter Walden, a colleague of
Michael's from the studios, passed over the ring which Michael then slipped
onto my finger to go with the engagement one and we were pronounced man and
wife.

     Michael then kissed me and there was a spontaneous outburst of
clapping at this and I think we both went red in the face before going to
sign the register and I felt so proud to walk back up the aisle on the arm
of my husband. I could hear the people start to move behind us as we went
on outside into the sunshine for the photographs. Not only our official
ones, as there were many photographers from various newspapers and
magazines as well taking snaps and there was one other thing that I was
unaware of. Michael had got some people from the studios to set up cameras
in the church and outside and that the whole ceremony had been filmed and
eventually put onto a video as well as a disc. By Christ, didn't my tits
look big when I saw the finished product and realised then that I had gone
some-what over the top in more ways than one. I swear that in some scenes
you could even see a nipple the dress was cut that low.

     Rice and confetti was thrown as the pictures were taken and with those
over, we went to a local hotel where a massive wedding feast was
prepared. I think the total count was two hundred and fifteen people there
to eat and drink and wish us well.

     Peter Walden, the best man, read out the many telegrams, one being
from Darren apologising for not being there but wishing us

  well. Then came the speeches, Peter's being the longest, getting a laugh
at some of the jokes he slipped in, one being that he was sure that Michael
would be kept abreast of all that I did. The reference to the amount of tit
I was showing brought forth laughs and cheering.

     I think everybody enjoyed the food and drinks as well as the pieces of
cake we both took round to each guest before taking the floor for the first
dance. We stayed for another hour before making our farewells and I got
another surprise for though I had been taken to the church in a black
limousine. Michael had arrange for our departure from the hotel in an open
horse drawn carriage. Two lovely white horses pulling a carriage that was
heavily decorated with flowers. It was a lovely send off and it took us
both home.

     `My beautiful bride,' Michael said as instead of helping me down from
the carriage, lifted me up into his arms and to the amused smile on the
driver's face, carried me up and into the house. Inside, he set me down and
held me tight as he kissed me and showed me how much he was wanting
me. Well I could feel that he did but what he did was to pull down the
front of my dress so that my big tits fell out and that was enough to make
me begin to suddenly get wet between my thighs. He kissed and nibbled on my
breasts and nipples, making them stand up hard as nuts and I grabbed his
nuts and pulled his zipper down and pulled out his throbbing cock.

     I was straight down onto my knees to take him into my mouth, loving
the smell and taste of him as I vigorously sucked on him, only to get him
to push me off. It was sudden and I fell over onto my back and seeing him
standing there with his red throbbing prick standing out from his trousers,
caused me to pull up the bottom front of my dress.

     I had anticipated something like this for I'd not put on any panties
and there I was, flat on my back with my dress up over my hips and my legs
wide open. He was soon down onto his knees between them and fell onto me as
his prick unerring went straight up and into its target. I cried out with
joy at his filling of me and brought my legs up high to get as much of him
inside as he could manage and we fucked there on the floor of the hall.

     Such was my need and the excitement, I had an orgasm as soon as he
entered me and had him ride me to another and we both came at the same time
to my screams of delight and his cries of joy.

     Then it was upstairs to the bedroom where we took our clothes off and
started again, beginning with the sixty nine position so that we could suck
on each other till I had my orgasm and he came in my mouth. A delight that
I think I would never tire of, having him throb and pulsate as I licked and
chewed between sucking until I had him burst and fill my mouth with his
sperm, to hold it there till he'd finished before moving it round and round
thinking of that old saying, round the mouth, teeth and gums, look out
stomach, here it comes. Well it was his come that I swallowed and loved
doing it, having the man at my mercy by having his cock in between my teeth
that could bite it off if I so chose. We fucked and sucked each other all
night and I'm sure it was almost dawn before we finally fell asleep
exhausted.

                                                           *

     I was glad that we'd left going on our honeymoon for two days for the
morning after the wedding, we looked a sorry pair, drawn and haggard with
black circles under our eyes and it gave mum and dad a laugh at seeing us
in this sorry state, knowing why we looked as we did.

     But we were feeling much better and rested when we went off for two
weeks to the Caribbean where we lazed on a nudist beach most of the time,
getting brown all over and having glorious sex during the night. The resort
we stayed at knew of me from the television that they'd seen by relay and
so I was coerced into given a few impromptu songs each evening which
resulted in us having all our drinks and meals free for our stay.

     I didn't mind for I enjoyed my singing and Michael was happy to see me
happy and proud of the response I got at my songs by the clapping and
cheering I got when I finished. It was the most wonderful honeymoon and
felt sad when it was time to leave.

     The flights both ways had be marvellous, well they should be when
travelling first class and it was a letdown to arrive back in England to
miserable weather after what we'd been enjoying and vowed that we would
spend as much time as possible abroad during the winter months and only be
in England in her dubious summers.

                                                           *

     But it was back to work, really for Michael as he had many irons in
the fire, producing dramas and the like while I took on solo spots all over
the country and some on television. That's not counting the advertising
gigs I did too.

     We'd only been home a month before Michael came home bursting with
news. The head of productions, the program controller, had recently died
and Michael had been offered the post. I was thrilled for him and urged him
to accept which he did. It wasn't the enormous rise in salary that went
with the position for we didn't need it really, it was that now he could
control what programmes went out on the air.

     That I was sick the next morning was put down to the excitement of
Michael's promotion and it wasn't until I'd been sick three mornings in a
row that the truth dawned on me that I was pregnant. A visit to our doctor
soon confirmed that I was indeed expecting a baby.

     Michael was then again over the moon at my news and so was mum and dad
when I told them.

     Michael wanted to ease up the sex side of life at this news but I put
my foot down there and then by demanding sex right up to the birth, even if
we had to do it sideways or even upside down, I still need his piece of
meat inside to thrill and give me an orgasm. I was even asked to curtail
the number of appearances I made but refused saying that I wouldn't slow
down until I was at least seven months gone.

     Michael was most solicitous in getting on top of me at the beginning,
afraid he would hurt the baby growing inside of me but I pulled him down
roughly and told him to fuck me the same way and to be as rough as he could
while he still had the chance. So I still got his lovely big cock rammed
into me to my pleasure and delight, the orgasms being the bonus and the
pleasure I got at seeing his face every time he came inside me. His panting
on top of me and feeling his weight after a successful bout of sex.

     In fact, I was more hungry for him now than I ever was, wearing him to
a frazzle in my demands for sex, sex and more sex in whatever position I
could think of. He was pleased as Punch when he first felt the baby kick
inside my belly, though I had been feeling it for weeks now, but he was
delighted.

     `Kick boxer maybe?' was his sly remark at the hefty thump he felt.

     `A dancer probably, practising the high kick already,' I laughed as we
kissed and loved having his hand rove my already swelling stomach.

     It was in the seventh month that I began to ease off in my career as
it were, only taking small pieces here and there and not far from home
either. Sex was now with me lying on my side for him to stick his prick up
into me from behind. We even started doing it doggie fashion with me up on
my knees, but with my breasts getting even bigger, they would swing too
much and cause me a little pain and they would ache for hours afterwards
from all that swinging about.

     In those last couple of weeks all he was getting was oral sex which I
didn't mind anyway and really enjoyed sucking on his engorged cock and
having him come in my mouth, to taste and savour before swallowing.

                                                           *

     It was two months before my birthday that my waters broke and I was
thankful that it was a Saturday evening for Michael had just come home from
the office and was there for me. We didn't bother about calling for an
ambulance, but got me into the car and to the hospital in plenty of time
and there I went through the agony of getting the pains beginning to come
more frequently before being whipped into the delivery room and asked if I
wanted an epidural to ease me somewhat. This I refused having heard some
strange tales of the after effects.

     I'd been in labour for nearly four hours before I went through the
painful, but forgettable experience of having a baby pass through the
aperture that Michael loved sticking his prick into. The cause of why I was
where I was at this moment, trying to following the orders of push,
breathe, push, breathe, sometimes trying to do either at the wrong time,
but with one final heave, push and strain, the pain suddenly disappeared as
many hands were working away between my up and outstretched legs. My head
was still being swabbed of the sweat that had kept rolling down into my
eyes and now I pushed the hand away and tried to look to see what they were
dealing with down there and then I saw the little bloody thing being lifted
up and having its bottom smacked and hearing the cry of the baby I had just
given birth to.

     Tears poured down my face and I didn't even feel them being wiped away
as one of the attending doctors loomed over me.

     `You've now got a lovely daughter Mrs Robson,' he chuckled with a big
smile on his face. `Fit and healthy and in full voice as you can hear.'

     I then felt all the fears, stress and anxiety flow out of my body as I
sank back at the news and had a blissful and languorous emotion come over
me and I cried at how happy Michael was going to be. I think I must have
dozed for a moment or two for I was next brought back to reality by having
a small, swaddled thing put into my arms and I could then see the rosy pink
puckered flesh of my baby daughter for the first time. The tears flowed
again and the picture became blurred and didn't realise I was being
transferred to a wheeled trolley that the Americans call a gurney, to be
taken into the recovery room.

     Michael was the first to come in and the anxiety that had been on his
face when he'd transported me to the hospital was now gone and it was a
happy smiling face that came down to kiss me.

     `My darling, you look a really radiant mother,' he said and I knew
that he was lying for I felt like shit, as though I had been through a
wringer, but forgave him for this white lie.

     `You've now got a lovely daughter,' I said, my voice rather hoarse and
asked for some water which he got from the carafe on the side and held my
head as I sipped at the glass. He let my head back down gently onto the
pillow and put the glass aside and looked into the little cot beside the
bed.

     `She looks absolutely gorgeous,' he breathed as he looked down at his
daughter, gently moving the blanket a little from the small face. `I hope
she grows up to look like you,' he said, turning back to me.

     `She will, I can promise you that,' I smiled and glowed at the look of
happiness on his face. `What was your mother's name?' I asked. I had been
told before but it was at this moment, elusive in my mind.

     `Amelia,' he said.

     `Then say hello again to your daughter Amelia Robson,' I said and was
surprised to see the sudden rush of tears to his eyes and start to fall
down his cheeks as he leaned down and kissed me.

     `Not only have you pleased me with giving me such a beautiful looking
daughter but doubly pleased me by giving her that name,' he said, his voice
muffled being in my shoulder and somewhat choked with emotion. I stroked
his hair and thought at how lucky I was to have such a man as my husband.

                                                           *

     Mum and dad came in next, delighted that I was well and that the baby
was fine and also that they were now proud grand-parents. They both cooed
over the baby and said that I had done them proud in what Michael and I had
achieved in bringing such a lovely looking baby into the world. There was
more in this vein and I let it wash over me for I was now on the point of
falling asleep and was thankful when the nurse ushered them out and I was
left to go to sleep.

                                                           *

     What a welcome home the pair of us got, with many flowers from all
over the country and there were photographers from the papers and magazines
as well as film crews from the television news networks. Michael fielded
the questions thrown and I was soon ushered indoors and the door shut on
the outsiders. The inside of the house had these flowers as well as lots
and lots of cards given their best wishes to the new baby.

     Dad had been as delighted as Michael on the name I'd given my daughter
of his first wife that had died when Michael was only a small boy. This
didn't faze mum in the slightest and was pleased that I had called the baby
Amelia. Michael had decorated one of our three bedrooms and turned it into
a nursery with a decorative cot and many little things hanging from the
ceiling that moved at the slightest breath of air. Something for the child
to look at when it lay in her cot.

     The only thing I wanted to see hanging in the air was Michael's big
erection, suspended just above my mouth or sitting up proud between my legs
just before it entered me. It didn't take long for me to have this vision
in reality and in the flesh as I avidly took him into my mouth to suck
before having him get on top of me for the first time in several months.

     Oh what bliss to have his magnificent tool once again boring into me,
bringing my insides back alive having missed it for several weeks now. We
were both crying out in pleasure at this reaming I was getting. Squeezing
my inner muscles round his hard shaft as it moved so sweetly in and out of
me like a well oiled piston, loving the throb and pulse of the engine that
was driving it.

     The bugger came too soon for me, for he was as desperate as I was but
I would have to wait for another hour before he would be ready to give me
the orgasm I needed. The hour wasn't wasted by me for I was nibbling up and
down the underside of his shaft, making him tremble and he really quivered
when I took his balls into my mouth to roll around as I sucked them. I
think his desire for me was as great as that of mine for him, for he was
soon up and plunging himself back inside me. It was a more sedate pace now,
with him slowly moving himself almost to the point of coming out altogether
before sliding back inside till our lower bodies met. He lasted twenty
minutes fucking me in this fashion and finally gave me that orgasm that I
had been begging him to give me. I screamed out my pleasure as I bucked and
thrashed about underneath, nearly unseating him from the saddle he was
riding. It was a copious explosion that blew my insides and brain apart and
sent me off in all of a whirl.

     My eyes saw the room rock and toss about while my mind saw a
kaleidoscope of colours and patterns with not one being repeated and nearly
squeezed the life out of Michael with my thighs that were firmly round his
waist. I think that that was the best orgasm I'd ever had and couldn't stop
from kissing him all over, literately. Starting with his still hard wet
prick, kissing, sucking and licking as well as nibbling it until it began
to shrink before moving up and kissing him with my still wet lips.

                                                           *

     I was now more a mother and housewife than a singer, though really
curtailing my appearances, I still made several recordings for records with
the odd guest appearance on a television show. Mum looked after the baby
when I did these. It's not that we needed the money but more of giving me a
short break now and then for I hadn't realised how time consuming the care
of a baby took.

     It was nice to cook dinner for Michael when he came home for he worked
more stable hours now except for the odd conference that went on with some
problem that had crept up. Then it was nice to go to bed and feel that he
wanted me as much as I wanted him. His hard erection pressing against my
thigh as he kissed and played with my still enlarged breasts, though he
didn't like the taste of the milk that came out of them.

     He wanted to do it doggie fashion again but I said no for it hurt my
breasts with their swinging back and forth as he fucked me from
behind. Besides, I liked it when he went down in between my legs and used
his tongue to excite and give me an orgasm before sliding his wonderful
tool up inside me to try and give me another one.

     I often fantasised, wondering what it would be like to have three
husbands and have them fuck me one after another so that when the third one
finished, the first one would be ready again and carry on till they were
all exhausted and I was swimming inside with all that lovely semen. But no
doubt having it nine times a night would be too much and wear me out too.
But there again, I expect some prostitutes would do it that many times a
night if they got the punters and make a small fortune in doing so and here
would be me, giving it away for free.

     But one was enough for now as long as he fucked me once a night I had
to be satisfied with that.

                                                           *

     My birthday came round again and I really had to think hard on what
wish I would make this year for I'd got all that I really needed now, fame,
love, health and more money than we could spend and it was still coming
in. The baby was beautiful and mum and dad were happy as was Michael, so it
was rather difficult and finished up with making a somewhat foolish one.

     `I wish that Michael within three months, he is made head of the
television company that he is now working for.'

     The three months came and went and it didn't happen. This puzzled me
for some time and made another silly wish and that didn't occur either. It
took a long time for it to sink in that I had now lost the ability of
making my wishes come true. I tried again the following year without any
success and then got struck with the thought that maybe it was because of
me having my baby; and that maybe I might have passed this gift onto
her. Now that would be something, but as for me, I was quite happy and
content as I was now. I had a lovely mother and father, a lovely husband
and my beautiful baby, what else was there to wish for?

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