Date: Fri, 14 Sep 2012 08:05:38 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Sea View. Part Two.

      This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments,
good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

Part Two.

   He was awake and up early next morning. His wound was healing, but the
walking he had done the day before had aggravated the torn muscles, making
his limp more pronounced. He would soon be going before the Medical Board
to find out when he would be declared fit for duty, but this was the least
of his worries at the moment. He cast about the cupboards remembering that
he had forgotten to lie in supplies, hoping to find something for
breakfast, but didn't have much luck. All he found was some tea. No milk or
sugar, but at least the tea was hot and most welcome.

   He sat there sipping the brew, gazing out of the kitchen window idly
noting that the rear garden had almost become a wilderness. Must spend some
time out there, he thought. The grass needs mowing and the fence needs
repairing, the...? Fence! That was it! The fence. Remove the existing
fences that were between him and the coast road.

   He knew that an old Mr. Winton, who had not long died, had owned the
corner plot. He'd known him for years and knew that he did not have any
living relatives. The house next door between the two, had been empty for
the past eight years. Lord knows to whom it had actually belonged to, but,
with the Land Registry Office and its office and records gone along with
the Town Hall, who was to gainsay him if he laid claim to the land and said
that it was his, and that it and the houses had been sublet?

   He didn't dare to do this moving of the fence during the hours of
daylight, but would do so over the next few nights under the cover of
darkness. So it was into town and he did as much shopping as he could
carry. With the cupboards holding enough food for a few days, he cleaned up
as much as he was capable of in the inside of the house. As for this
interior decoration, which had been long overdue, he would leave till Julie
was with him. She would make the final decisions on what wallpaper,
furniture etc that they would need.

   Julie had found out that her shifts had been changed and it made it very
difficult to get much time off to be with David, but they did manage the
odd hour or two to be together to have sex in each room of the house, to
christen them as it were, though not all on the same day. He didn't mention
the moving of the boundary fences to her that he had shifted, but talked
off what they ought to do it the way of decorating and sprucing up the
building.

   One evening, they found that they had enough time to go to the
cinema. David bought the tickets and after their ticket stubs had been torn
in half, they entered the darkened auditorium, led by a torch bearing
usherette. As this usherette made her way down the central aisle, David
stopped Julie from following her and ushered her into the very rear row of
the theatre. They stumbled past other patrons as they made their way to the
very last two seats of the row. Julie sat down in the seat next to the wall
and David eased himself down into the seat next to her.

   The film had already started, but they didn't take much notice of it as
they started to kiss and cuddle as soon as they were seated. They kissed
and muttered sweet nothings to each other as his hand worked its way inside
her blouse and managed to ease her bra up over her tits. She was thrilled
at this elicit touching of her so intimately in a public place, even though
it was dark and not much chance of anybody seeing what he was doing. His
hand fondling her breast and giving the nipple a tweak or two as he played
between one breast and another.

   He then transferred his hand to the waistband of her skirt, but as it
was clipped at the back, he had no chance of getting his hand in from that
direction, but he could always go up from under. With one arm round her
shoulder as he kissed her, all that could be seen, if anyone bothered to
look, would have been of his back and her head. Other couples that they
could see in the dim flickering light from the screen, seemed to be
occupied in much the same way as they were.

   So with his left hand, the one that only the day before had had the
bandages taken off, he put up under her skirt and pulled the edge and
crotch of her knickers to one side. Julie squirmed slightly in her seat to
let his fingers find her and one soon inserted itself and started to excite
her. When he used two fingers and a thumb, it didn't take long before she
stuffed a hankie into her mouth to stifle the groans when she orgasmed. She
shuddered as she came and drenched his hand and the underside of her
skirt. When she had calmed down from her high, she took the hankie from her
mouth and gave it to him so that he could wipe his hand upon it.

   `Thank you,' she whispered into his ear.

   `You're turn now,' he whispered back, taking her hand and putting it
under the coat that was across his lap. She could feel him bulging at his
trouser front as she fondled him through the material, causing him to
groan.

   `Shush,' she whispered to him, 'people will hear.'

   `Well do something about it,' he hissed back at her.

   `I can't. People will see.'

   `No they won't. They're too busy doing it themselves. The coat will
cover you doing it anyway.' His hand fumbled with hers and between them got
his flies undone and she could then pull out his erection.  He lifted his
coat and held it to one side, blocking off any view from along the
aisle. Pale and white it looked against the dark cloth of his trousers. She
grasped it with her left hand and steadfastly looking at the flickering
screen, pumped up and down on his shaft.

   `Hey, take it easy,' he grunted, `don't be so rough with it.' She eased
up on her hand movement and slowed to a rhythmic pace and he wiggled his
bum down toward the edge of the seat. `I'm coming,' he whispered
urgently. Julie, her hand still moving up and down as she sat there looking
transfixed towards the screen.

   `For God's sake Julie, I can't hold it back much longer. Please,' he
begged, `I don't want it to go all over my coat and trousers.' Julie
glanced quickly round to see if anyone was watching, and then suddenly
ducked her head down over the head of his cock just as the stream started
to shoot out. She bobbed her head up and down as she felt his come spurt
into her mouth. She swallowed it all as her hand helped to ease out the
last drops till it stopped coming. It had only taken about half a minute
and it was done and she lifted her head and turned to face the screen
again, leaving him to wait for his erection to subside before he could tuck
it away.

   `What's the matter?' he whispered.

   `Nothing,' she hissed back. `I just don't like doing it in public.'

   Bloody women, David muttered to himself as he fumbled at buttoning back
up his fly with his unbandaged hand. Just in time too, because the film had
finished and the house lights came on. Others in the row, caught out,
quickly straightened themselves up and some of the females adjusting their
clothing. Then a spotlight came onto an usherette who was now walking
backwards down the central aisle with a tray of ice creams strapped to her
front.

   `Do you want an ice cream or something?' David asked Julie.

   `No thank you. I've just had a lollipop!' she replied, putting her hand
to her mouth as she burst out in a fit of giggles. `It was big and it had
this cream that came out of the top, and I licked the stick till it was
dry.' She started to cough through her laughing and David had to try with
his bandaged right hand to pat her back till the coughing subsided. Tears
were running down her red face as she fumbled for a handkerchief. David
handed her his as he knew what the state hers was in. She took it and wiped
her eyes.

   `Well I thought it was funny anyway,' she said, `but let's go now. We've
just got time for a beer before the pubs shut.' So they shuffled their way
back out from that rear line of seats. Julie noticed that the men all had
coats that they held to their laps as the stood to let them pass, and half
of the females were trying to hold the fronts of their blouses
closed. Julie hung onto David's arm as he limped across the dimly lit foyer
to the blackout curtain across the main doors.

   `Did you see? Did you see? Most of those girls were half undressed in
there, and I'm sure that two of them were under fifteen years of age. All
painted up like little tarts!'

   David shushed her as they went through the blackout curtains and into
the street. They made their way to the nearest pub and went into the stale
smoky atmosphere of the bar. While Julie found a small table for them to
sit at, David got their drinks and brought them to the table she had
found. He placed the glasses down on the table and eased himself down into
the seat next to her, and they both took sips of their beer before talking.

   `What was the film about we sat through?' David being to first to speak.

   `I don't know. I was about to ask you the same question. Not that it
matters, as all I know is that I can't stay very long. I must get back as
soon as we've finished these,' she indicated the half empty glasses. She
took a big swallow of hers to make the point.

   `I've managed to get some time off tomorrow to buy my wedding outfit.'

   `Can I come with you?' David asked.

   `Certainly not!' Julie replied. `You shan't see it till our wedding
day. What will you be wearing and who is going to be the best man? Apart
from you that is.'

   `Good Lord! I'd forgotten about that. I've only been thinking about the
two of us. I know who I'd like to be best man, but I don't know where he
is,' and he paused, `but I can make some enquiries tomorrow.'

   `Who is it?' Julie asked.

   `I'm not going to tell you. If I can find him, and he's able to come,
it'll be a surprise. No!' He held up his hand to stop Julie's evident
question. `I'm not going to say as I might not be able to find him so it
will be purely academic.'

   Julie slumped back with a peevish look on her face as she looked at her
watch.

   `Come on, drink up. It's time for me to go.' She took a final gulp of
her beer and stood up. David hastily downed the last of his pint and rose
up and they left the pub to go back to her quarters. There as before, they
spent a few minutes kissing each other goodnight before she went inside.

   David went off home whistling, thinking that he'll have to look sharp to
find his 'best man' in time for the wedding. Since the outbreak of war,
he'd lost contact with him but maybe somebody at H.Q. might be able to help
to locate him. With him also being a fire fighter as well, meant that he
shouldn't be that difficult to locate.

   Julie thoroughly enjoyed her shopping trip. She hadn't told David that
she had already ordered a two piece suit in pale blue, with matching hat
and shoes, and that today she was only going to collect it. The best part
of the day was the shopping for new and decent underwear. Soft cotton
instead of the harsh fabric that the service made her wear. She eventually
made her choices and was a very happy girl as she went back to work.

   David had made his enquiries with regard to his best man and was told
that they would try to contact him, but in the mean time, he was to report
the following morning to the Medical Board for his examination He duly
turned up at the appointed hour and went through a vigorous two hours
conducted by two doctors and a specialist. At the conclusion, we was told
to wait outside while they deliberated his case. He spent the half hour
chatting to the pretty receptionist who he was sure had given him a `Come
on' sign, but he knew it was not worth it when he had a girl like Julie.

   He was called back in to be told that the verdict was that he was no
longer fit for active duty as a fireman at the airfield. Stunned, he tried
to talk them out of their decision, but to no avail. He was out of the
service as of that moment, but, they added, there was still the civilian
fire service. The town had only one fire engine but they were sure that
they would welcome the experience that David could offer them.

   It was a morose and despondent man that Julie met that night in the
pub. It took an hour of talking and cajoling to convince him that he would
be better off working for the town than the Air Force. He would be working
less hours, getting better pay, sleep in his own house every night, except
when there was a raid on, and, she said as she ran her hand up the inside
of the uninjured thigh, spend more time with her. Being on his fourth pint,
he brightened up and agreed with her. He would have time to clean up the
property and start on the plans that they had for the house.

   It was an even more unsteady walk that he escorted Julie back to her
quarters, and after the half drunken kisses, they parted and he made his
way home.

   They didn't meet again till the day of the wedding, but spoke over the
telephone for those last few days, vowing their love and sending kisses
down the wire, both waiting for the great day.

   Julie was up early, looking out of a window to see a bright crisp day
just dawning. She was too excited to eat breakfast only having two cups of
tea before returning to her room. Here she packed up her few belongings
which could be picked up some time after the wedding. Her last couple of
hours in these quarters, she thought, and then to live in a proper house
again, her new home with the man she loved.

   What's he doing now she wondered, as she showered. Getting washed and
dressed the same as she was, and was he getting as excited as she was?

   She began to dress with care, making sure that the seams of her
stockings were straight as she stood in front of a mirror wearing only
these and a suspender belt. Her white bottom was framed in this black
attire as she first turned one way and then the other. She faced the
mirror, watching her hands move between her thighs and travel up her body
to cup and squeeze her breasts. These will be the cushion for his head
tonight she thought, as she cupped them into her bra which she clipped up
at the back. Next came her new knickers and then the blouse. Pale blue
skirt and matching jacket followed to be topped off with the pert little
hat that she had so admired. She slipped on her new shoes and with one more
twirl before the mirror and one last look round the room, left and made her
way down to the town.

   The old lady who ran the local florist shop wished Julie a long life of
happiness as she collected her small bouquet that had been ordered. She
paid and thanked the woman for the sentiments and set off for the short
distance left to the Registry Office. Her steps were confident strides, but
she felt the butterflies churning around in her stomach and her heart was
pounding. The beating of it getting faster and louder as she approached the
building and went up the short steps and into the interior.

   Julie blinked her eyes fast to try to adjust them to the dim light after
coming in from the bright sunshine. She could see two men standing outside
the clerk's door with their backs towards her. It was noted curiously that
they were both of the same height, same width of shoulder, same hair
colouring as they both turned at the sound of her high heels tapping their
way across the parquet style flooring. Both men were smiling as she
approached, her steps faltering and erratic as she neared them.

   Two smiling faces. Two men with the same face. Her legs started to
buckle as they came forward. Two mouths and two pairs of eyes looking at
her as she fainted. It was just as her own eyes started to roll up into her
head did she know which one was David, because only one pair of arms
started to rise to catch her before she hit the floor.

   She came round to an acrid smell from a small bottle that was being
waved under her nose. She gave a cough and a start at seeing a strange face
leaning over her.

   `There there,' the man said. `You'll be alright. Just lie there for a
few minutes.' His face disappeared from her vision to be replaced by the
worried face of David.

   `My darling I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't think,' he said as he took
her hand and started to rub it. `I thought it would be a nice surprise. I
just didn't think it would be such a shock. Please forgive me.' She reached
up and stroked his face, giving him a weak smile.

   `It was my fault. I should have eaten some breakfast. Coming in from the
strong sunlight, I started seeing double and must have fainted.' David gave
out a small laugh.

   `Well you did faint and you did see double. My double, the best man,
Richard, my twin brother. I didn't think he'd make it here in time, but I
should have told before and not given you a shock like that. Please forgive
me and say hello to your future brother-in-law.'

   Julie nodded weakly and let David help her up into a sitting position
and then saw, at the other side of the room, Richard with a half apologetic
smile on his face. She ran her eyes over his face, seeing the forehead and
the slant of the eyebrows. The colour of his eyes and the tiny lines below
them, the thin cheeks leading down to a strong chin. She looked up into
David's face, back to Richard's and then David's again.

   `I...I...can't see the difference. I...I...how will I know which one I'm
going to marry?' David laughed.

   `You are going to marry me, the one with the limp and the stick, and I'm
not letting go of you until we are.' He helped her up from the couch upon
which she had been carried to, and she adjusted her hat and smoothed down
her skirt. `That's a pretty hat,' he said as he held her away from him,
`and the prettiest suit of clothes that I've ever seen. You look beautiful
darling and you are going to make me the most proudest man on earth. Are
you now ready to become Mrs David Collins?'

   `I will...I mean I am,' she stuttered.

   Richard came across the room and waited while David made the
introductions. They both formally shook hands as Richard said, `Let me
apologise for my poor brother's lack of sense and propriety. He should have
told you earlier about being a twin and not giving you a surprise like
that. I do hope that you will forgive me for my part and take him to task
later.'

   Julie's head started to swim again. His voice and tone were exactly the
same as David's, but she did detect a slight glint in the eyes that David
didn't have. She only saw it for a moment before it was hidden, and even
then, not too sure what she had seen. But she felt a little tremor tickle
its way up and down her spine and was glad when he let go of her hand.

   `Come this way now if you please,' said a voice from the doorway. It was
the clerk ushering them out so that the ceremony could take place.

                                                         *

   `I now pronounce you man and wife,' said the Registrar as he finished
the preamble of the marriage ceremony. `You may now kiss the bride.' He
beamed and smiled as David took Julie in his arms and kissed her. They
broke apart breathing heavily, looking into each other's eyes with animal
longing.

   `Best man's privilege,' Richard said as he tapped David on the shoulder,
`to kiss the bride. After all, she is now my sister and one of the family.'
David released Julie and let Richard take her into his embrace and kiss
her. He tried to kiss her as David had done, but she broke it off sooner,
not liking the feel of his mouth on hers, but stifling a grimace, she gave
a little laugh.

   `Well you might both look alike, but I can tell you with all authority
now that you don't kiss the same.' They both laughed politely and David
held out a crooked elbow.

   `Come Mrs Collins, let's away to our wedding breakfast.' She put her arm
through his and after a small hesitation held out her other arm for Richard
to take. So arm in arm, the three left the registry office and went down
the road to a private sitting room in the pub where David had previously
arranged for their meal. It was pretty lavish spread by wartime standards
and some hoarded spirits were released from their bottles by the landlord
and his wife who were also invited to drink with them. It was a merry party
with good food inside them and lots of drink flowing. In a lull when
Richard went off to the toilet, Julie whispered to David,

`Is Richard coming back to the house with us?'

   `Good God no!' David exclaimed. `Tonight is ours. He's going back up
north tonight.' So they stayed there drinking until it was time for Richard
to catch the last train and the drunken three waved their farewells to the
pub's host. They weaved their way to the railway station where, with the
help of a porter, poured Richard into his train. The drunken sounds of
their goodbyes were drowned out by the train's whistle as it pulled out
from the station amid a plume of steam from the pistons, briefly lit by a
flash from the firebox.

   Julie and David, arm in arm, watched the darkened carriages pass and
returned the wave of the guard as his small van quickly vanished into the
dark. Then they embraced and kissed and only broke apart at the discreet
cough of the station master.

   `Beggin' your pardon sir, ma-am, tis time I was closing station, that
being last train o' the night.'

   `Oh, so sorry. We didn't realise,' stammered Julie. `Come David,' giving
him a wicked grin, `it's time we went home to bed.'

   `You're quite right Mrs Collins,' David laughed, giving her a squeeze,
`it's time we were in bed.' He gave a wink to the station master and
whispered in an aside to him, `We just got married today.'

   `Well congratulations sir, and to you madam. I do wish you all the best
for the future,' and as they left the platform he called out, `and may all
your troubles be little ones.' He chuckled at his own witticism thinking it
the most original thing to say to newlyweds as he followed them to lock up
the station.

   The pair walked away and were soon strolling down Beach Road. They took
their time because of David's leg, holding each other close, Julie's head
resting on his shoulder as they went. The cold night air soon cleared the
alcohol fumes from their heads and David opened the gate and let Julie
precede him up to the front door of the house. She waited till he opened
the door and then held out her arms.

   `Just like the movies,' she murmured as he lifted her off her feet and
carried her across the threshold. She kicked the door shut as he swung
round. `No lights darling, 'she whispered into his ear. `Do you think that
your leg will be able to manage to get me straight up to the bedroom.'

   `At your service ma-am, and it damn well better,' he replied, continuing
across the hall and up the stairs. `definitely to be of service tonight.'

   He couldn't but help a few odd grunts as he reached the top as he set
her down outside their bedroom door. He gave her a quick kiss on the nose
and then on the mouth as they leaned against the door. But the door hadn't
been shut properly and it suddenly opened under their pressure. Caught
unawares, they both tumbled into the room, sprawling onto the carpeted
floor. Laughing and kissing, they helped each other up, Julie's hand
clutching at his shirt front which suddenly tore open in her hand.

   `Eager little wench, aren't you? Let me help.' He grasped the torn edges
with both hands and tore the shirt right off his body. He shrugged off his
jacket, dropping it on the floor and then pulled the remnants of his shirt
free from his trousers, tossing what was left onto the jacket. With hands
outstretched, he moved forward towards Julie.

   `No! No you don't. This is a brand new suit,' she shrieked, backing away
from him, laughing.

   `I'll buy you another one. Two, three, a whole wardrobe,' he said with a
grin on his face.

   `No. I want to keep this one. For sentimental reasons,' she said,
fending him as she laughed. `Go and get ready for bed. Brush your teeth or
something.'

   `Where are your nightclothes?' he asked and she smiled back at him
coquettishly.

   `I didn't buy any, now go,' she pushed him away, `and let me get into
bed.' David laughed and got up from the floor and went into the adjoining
bathroom, turning on the light. Julie quickly undressed and climbed into
bed and lay with the sheet pulled up to her chin. She wiggled her bottom
against the crisp clean sheet beneath her, whispering to herself. `Mrs
Collins. Mrs David Collins.' Her heart started to beat a little faster and
the butterflies were back in her tummy as she heard him finish at the
basin. He stood silhouetted in the doorway for a moment and could see as he
turned to switch off the light, his erection jutting out in front of him.

   `Leave the light on,' she said hoarsely, `and bring that cannon over
here. I can see it's fully loaded and ready to be fired.'

   David limped over to the bed, his heavy penis swaying about as he
approached. She moved over in the bed as he lifted the sheet and slid into
bed next to her. They lay silent for a few minutes, naked thigh touching
naked thigh, feeling the heat of each other.

   It was Julie who moved first. She rolled onto her side facing David and
kissed him as her hand crept up his leg and grasped his thick
erection. Then she kissed his chin, his throat, his chest. Her head going
under the sheet, kissing her way down his body till the tip of his penis
nudged her ear. She turned her head with her mouth open and took him
inside. She loved the hard flesh in her mouth, the taste as she used her
tongue and the heady smell from his crotch. Holding his cock as she worked
her head up and down, feeling the pulse as it throbbed in her mouth. It was
with reluctance that she released him as his hands pulled her head up off
him.

   `Enough darling,' he said kissing her when she emerged from under the
covers. He rolled her over onto her back and then covered her body with his
own, his erection now squashed between them. `Let's put it in the right
place,' as she opened her legs for him. He raised his lower half up so that
his cock slid down and found the wet place ready for him so she didn't have
to guide it there. She trembled as he slowly pushed his organ into her,
feeling every inch of it as he buried himself as deep as he could within
her, their stomachs now touching. Her legs went up and her arms held his
shoulders as he started his slow thrusts in and out of her. Every nerve in
her body tingled as he began to make love to her. With every forward thrust
of his, she countered by pushing her hips up to meet him, wanting to have
as much of him inside her as possible. They moved in unison, getting faster
and faster as they approached their respective climaxes.

   Julie gave out a strangled scream as she came, her orgasm almost blowing
her mind at its intensity. Her fingers clawed at his back as he grunted and
heaved himself tight to her as his hips quivered and jerked as he came
inside her, his semen pumping out into her hot body, fighting the flood of
her orgasm. He felt the strength go out of his arms and he collapsed on top
of her, his sweat mingling with hers as he crushed her breasts with his
chest.

   She swung her legs across his back and crossed her ankles, trapping him
within her embrace. He kissed her neck and shoulder as he lay pinned to her
body. She held him tight, wanting to keep him inside her for as long as
possible, but could feel the tumescence slowly subsiding, so she uncrossed
her legs to allow him to slide out and he rolled over onto his back,
gasping.

   `I was getting short of breath there,' he said as she leaned up and onto
her side, her hair brushing his face as she kissed him.

   `I'm sorry darling. I just wanted to keep you inside me,' she said as
she snuggled her face into his shoulder. `I want you inside me all of the
time.' Her hand went down to massage his deflated penis. `I want this to be
big all the time, and when it is, I want it inside me. Top or bottom, it
doesn't matter. I just love the feel, the smell, the hardness, the
taste. It all turns me on and makes my insides turn to jelly.' She threw
back the sheet and looked at it in her hand. `Such an innocent thing, but
wicked when it's aroused.' She gave him a big smile and he grinned back her
as he watched her play with it down between his legs.

   `It's there for you darling whenever you want it. It shouldn't be too
long before it's ready again.'

   Julie shifted her position and knelt up next to him and letting her hair
trail down his stomach, leaned over and took his flaccid penis into her
mouth again. She was able to take it all in while it was in that state. She
rolled it around in her mouth, feeling all the veins and being able to
insert her tongue under the foreskin and lick round the head. There was an
alien taste now to him that wasn't unpleasant, and which she suddenly
realised with a delicious thrill that it was of her own juices. She
positively tingled with pleasure at being able to taste herself and David
at the same time. She could now feel him starting to rise, its growing size
filled her mouth and threatened her throat. It looked like some kind of
magician's trick, this thickening penis starting to emerge from her mouth
as her head was forced back from its growing length. But it didn't stop her
from sucking upon it as it reached its full potential.

   David, lying back and watching her head rise and fall on his throbbing
cock, tapped her leg, his hand lifting up her ankle. She understood what he
wanted and lifted her leg up over his body, offering her open sex to his
gaze before lowering it down onto his face, all without stopping her own
ministrations to his sexual organ. He used his fingers to hold open the
folds of flesh that hid the inner bud and the entrance to her vagina, which
his tongue traced the outline of before plunging it as far as he could
inside.

   Julie quivered as his tongue probed her very being and titillated her
clitoris. She could also feel the wetness seeping from her and David's
tongue lapping at it like a cat, making her squirm as she could feel
another orgasm building up. Her head and hand worked faster on his
erection, sucking and pumping, feeling his pulse rate increase as he
approached his. His hips rose and his back arched as the sperm erupted into
her mouth and throat. She gulped and sucked, swallowing as he came. At the
same time, her own body let loose her orgasm, spraying his face as she
spent herself, making him cough and gag as he tried to breathe, drink and
eat her at the same time. When he had finished, she continued to run her
tongue up and down his shaft, nibble at his balls until he gasped that
enough was enough for one night. Julie, after one final kiss to the tip of
his wilting member, turned round and snuggled up to him.

   `That was wonderful David. Let's do this every night for the rest of our
lives.' He laughed.

   `I'll do my best darling, but there will come a time,' he paused and
patted her stomach, `when this little fellow will come into the world and
then the nights will belong to him as well.'

   They decided to forego their honeymoon until after the war and spend the
time during her pregnancy to make their home ready for the baby. During the
day, Julie supervised the workmen decorating the interior of the hotel
while David worked on the outside, and during the night, they made love. As
each room was finished, they would `christen' it by coupling on the floor
or table or wherever they finished up in their frenzy in that particular
room. The day the central heating was finally installed and working, Julie
went out and dragged David down to the cellar to show him the boiler, as
she said to the men he was working with at the time. Holding her skirt up,
she led him down the steps into the dimly lit cellar, and as soon as she
reached the bottom, she turned round with him still two steps up from the
floor. This was exactly where she wanted him. His crotch was level with her
face as she undid the front of his trousers and pulled his fast growing
erection out. He steadied himself with his hands on the stair rails as she
took him into her mouth. She held his thighs as she pushed her head
forward, sucking and licking before pulling him into her as she pumped her
head on his now throbbing cock. Moving faster as he began to groan before
shooting his load into the back of her throat. Julie moaned and squirmed as
she swallowed his coming and then sucked him dry. She looked up at him
lovingly as she tucked him back inside his trousers.

   `Don't work too hard this afternoon,' she said huskily. `I want this put
somewhere else tonight.' He grinned and pulled her up the steps and kissed
her.

   `If you keep doing this to me during the day, then I'm not going to be
much good when it comes to bedtime. But I love you for it,' he said,
kissing her again. `Now come on up. I've still got a lot of work to do.'

   Indeed he did still have a lot of work to do. Their schedule was to have
the place ready for opening before Julie gave birth to their child.

   The boundary fence had already been moved quite a way from the house to
give ample room for motor vehicles to park He had predicted that after the
war, more people would start to own cars and this would make a statement as
to the type of people they were hoping to attract to the hotel. To ingrate
himself with the authorities, he announced to the Mayor and councillors
that he was donating the small plot of land next to the coast road to the
town. Specifically to be used as a garden of remembrance for those people
of the town who had died during this war. This way he was hoping that
nobody would question his ownership, or that any building would be erected
on the land to block their view of the sea.

   Following this generous offer, and without any records left to dispute
his title to the land, the town council voted to assist in this project
with a labour force to help clear and plant the land. So the hotel, grounds
and gardens were finished two weeks before the projected date.

   It was a nervous, heavily pregnant Julie that stood beside David behind
the Mayor on the steps of Sea View as he addressed a small crowd of
townspeople and well wishers. He extolled the virtues of the couple as they
had worked hard to make the hotel an example to the fortitude of the
British people to work for the future of the town and country. He then
declared the hotel open and retired with a few selected guests into the
hotel for the drinks and food that Julie had their cook prepare.

   The Mayor posed for photographs between David and Julie for the local
newspaper and told the reporter that he was proud to be involved in the
opening of this new hotel for the future tourist trade that would flourish
when the war was won. This was not that far away he predicted with a wink
and a touch to the side of his nose. After the photo's and congratulations,
Julie asked to be excused as she said that she was feeling somewhat
strained after the day's excitement. Everyone wished her a happy outcome to
her pregnancy and expressed their admiration to the work she had done to
the interior of the hotel.

   It was a flushed and happy David that burst into their bedroom after the
last guest had departed and kissed Julie, thanking her for what she had
achieved. He could see the day's strain on her face and asked if she was
feeling alright?

   `I don't know. I've never had a baby before. I've been having some pains
for a little while now, but I think it might be on its way now,' she said
as her face twisted into a grimace. She clutched his arm and gave out a
gasp. `Oh, my waters have just burst.' She gave a sharp cry and gripped him
harder as a pain shot through her. `Call an ambulance,' she croaked out.

   David rushed from the room and ran downstairs to the telephone. I must
get an extension put upstairs he thought as he asked the operator to put
him through to the hospital. He went with her in the ambulance to the
hospital, but was left to pace the corridor as she was whisked away. As he
paced, he imagined all kinds of problems arising from the birth. No
thoughts now of the hotel, only of Julie.

   It was just before midnight when the ward sister came out of the
delivery room and congratulated him on the birth of his daughter. Mother
and baby were both fine. He gave a whoop of joy and gave a great leap into
the air.

   `Can I see my wife and...,' he stammered, `my daughter?'

   `Of course you can,' she smiled. `This way.' The sister said as she led
him through to the recovery room. David quickly crossed over to Julie who
was sitting up in bed, her eyes shining though her face looked rather drawn
and weary. Her hair had been brushed and tied up with a pink ribbon. He
could see the bassinet by the side of the bed, but he kissed Julie first
before turning to see the tiny creature that they had produced between
them. A little pink face with eyes screwed tightly shut was all he could
see.

   `She's lovely,' he breathed, letting out his pent up breath. `Who does
she look like? You or me? I think she looks like you darling,' he said,
turning back to her and kissing her again.

   `She's got your mouth,' she replied, returning his kiss. He turned to
look at his daughter again, just as she opened her eyes.

   `Wow! Her eyes are blue. What an incredible colour! They're bluer than
yours darling.'

   `All babies eyes are blue when they're born, or so I've been told,' she
laughed. A tiny pink fist had emerged from the small blanket. He put his
finger down and gently stroked the small hand which suddenly opened and
grasped it.

   `Look! Look!' he exclaimed excitedly. `What a grip she's got.'

   `Time for your wife to get some sleep Mr. Collins,' the sister said,
coming into the room. `She's had a busy day so I've heard, apart from
having the baby. You can see she's very tired, now come on, you can visit
her tomorrow of course.'

   He took one last look at his daughter and kissed Julie goodnight,
promising to visit in the morning, and left the hospital in a euphoric
state. Tired as he was when he reached home, he opened a bottle of
champagne that he had been saving and didn't go to bed till he had finished
it. Next morning, with a slight hangover from what he had consumed during
the day and the night before, he bought some chocolates and flowers on his
way to the hospital.

   `How are the two women in my life,' he said as he burst into the
room. This time, he stopped first to look into the tiny cot alongside the
bed before embracing and kissing his wife. The box of chocolates he dropped
and the flowers got crushed between them before she breathlessly pushed him
away.

   `Darling, you look wonderful' he said. `These blossoms are a pale
comparison to the beauty I behold.'

   `Bullshit,' she said smiling, holding up the crushed bouquet, `but I
like the sentiment you stupid hunk. What do the chocolates that are now on
the floor signify?' He picked them up and placed them on her lap.

   `They, er, they er, show that though hard and decorative on the outside,
they're soft and sweet on the inside. No! That's wrong. It's not
true. You're not hard on the outside. You are sweetness through and
through. Outside and in.' He leant over and kissed her again.

   It was a triumphant David, who a few days later, escorted his wife and
child out from the hospital to a waiting car that he had especially ordered
to convey them back to the hotel.

   It was an idyllic six months that followed. Baby Carol as she had been
named, was soon weaned from the breast, though David wasn't. They enjoyed
the pleasure of each other's body every night and occasionally during the
day.

   From childbirth to motherhood only seemed to enhance Julie's figure. Her
breasts were fuller than before, and her hips were more rounded, much to
David's delight. It gave him something to hang onto now he said. She
replied in kind that his cock had got bigger the more he used it. That
swelled up his ego as well as the subject under discussion, so it was back
to bed to try to make it grow even larger.

   She loved to wake up before him in the morning so that she could go down
under the sheet and lay her head on his stomach and look at his flaccid
penis lying there between his legs. She'd then tease it with her finger and
take it in her mouth and suck and titillate it till it grew to its thick
throbbing potential. He would wake during these ministrations, but let her
carry on till he could stand no more. He'd then pull her up, roll her over
onto her back and enter that sweet wetness, culminating in orgasms for both
of them. Though sometimes he would let her complete what she had started
and hold back as long as possible till his body violently ejected what he'd
been trying to delay. The resultant emission she would avidly roll round in
her mouth before swallowing. The pleasure evident by the impish smile that
was on her face when she emerged from under the bedclothes.

   As their love life flourished, so did the hotel. It was living up to its
expectations by always being over three quarters full and many times full
so that they had to put up a no vacancy sign. The Town Hall had helped in
this respect by recommending Sea View to visiting dignitaries and the
like. This meant money in the bank, which in turn prompted Julie to ask if
she could have some to do a little shopping.

   `Of course you can darling,' David said, after just having had the
contents of his balls siphoned off via her mouth. A lingering drop trembled
at the edge of her lip which her pink tongue crept out, captured, and
whisked it inside. `But you don't need money in town. Just charge it, our
credit's good.'

   `I didn't mean for shopping here. I...I would like to go up to London
for the day. To do my shopping there.' She lowered her eyes coyly. `There
are some things that I would like to buy that I rather that the local shop
girls here didn't see me buy.'

   `What...er...what,' various thoughts were racing through his mind. `What
are you thinking of buying?'

   `New sexy underwear. That kind of thing,' she replied.

   `Oh, I see...well, no problem. When are you thinking of going?'

   `Tomorrow. We've no new guests booked in. The two girls can manage
without me for one day. You'll be here as well.' The two girls she had
referred to were Agnes and Amy. They were the chambermaids who lived in,
and alternated as a waitress in the dining room. `I've already asked them
to cover for me and to help you if you need it,' she finished. David
laughed.

   `You've already got it planned. Well have a good day out,' he said as he
gave her a hug.

   So next morning, Julie kissed David goodbye and promised to be back on
the nine thirty train at the latest, and set off for her first shopping
trip to London.

   For David, the day went well. Agnes and Amy coped with the running of
the hotel. Beds made or changed, breakfast and lunch served. David had seen
to the bar for pre dinner drinks and had returned up to his room to get
changed. He was nearly ready to go out when there was a knock at the door,
and at the invitation to enter, it was his brother Richard who walked in.

   `Surprise!' Richard cried as he entered.

   `Richard, you son of a gun! Where did you spring from?' David exclaimed,
giving his twin brother a hug.

   `A week's leave, so I thought of you first. Where's Julie? The lobby was
empty when I came in.'

   `She's gone up to town to do some shopping,' David said looking at his
watch. `She's due back on the nine thirty. Dinner had just started
downstairs so,' he looked at his watch again, `I was just popping out to
see this fella,' he gave him a wink, `who's got a few cases of very good
Scotch that he wants to unload very quickly, if you know what I mean. I was
going to pick them up, have a drink in town and collect Julie from the
station when she comes in. The two girls can cope downstairs for a couple
of hours.'

   `Don't worry about me,' Richard replied. `I've been travelling all day
and need the rest. You shoot off and do your deal. Is it alright if I use
your bath. I am feeling rather grubby after all that travelling. Then when
you and Julie come back we can have supper together or something. Er...can
I borrow some of your things? I travelled light, hitching lifts. You know
what I mean.'

   `Go ahead,' David said as he finished his dressing. `Help yourself. This
is your home too you know. Clothes closet is over there. You know where the
bathroom is and there's the drinks cabinet. Help yourself. I'll see you
when I get back and then we can eat and have a good chat.' He gave his
brother a wave and left Richard to his own devices.

   His first act on being left alone, was to make himself a large drink
which he swallowed down in one go before making another one. This he
carried with him as he made a tour of the self contained little apartment
that Julie and David had made for themselves. Opening cupboards and
drawers, his hand lingering on the drawer that held Julie's underwear.

   He then went into the en-suite bathroom and putting the plug into the
bath, started running the water. Putting his glass on the side of the bath,
he stripped off his soiled clothes, throwing them into the corner, stepped
into the bath and gently lowered himself down. He adjusted the taps and
when, at the right temperature and with sufficient water swirling round
him, stopped the flow and lay back. With the drink in his hand, he closed
his eyes and relaxed, letting the heat seep through into his muscles. It
must have been about twenty minutes later that he heard the door to bedroom
open and hear Julie call out.

   `Hello darling, I'm home. I caught an earlier train than I expected.'
She swirled into the bathroom and gave Richard a quick kiss on the forehead
before he had time to open his eyes. He just caught a glimpse of her as she
was leaving. `Hurry up and get out of that bath and see what I've bought.'
There was excitement in her voice. He could hear the ripping and rustling
of paper and decided to see what she was so excited about. He rose up out
of the bath and wrapped the first towel that came to hand, albeit, a small
one, and wrapped it round his middle. Julie heard the noise of him rising
out of the water and called out.

   `Hold a minute darling, I'm nearly ready. Nearly...uhh...okay. Ready
now. Come out and see what I've bought for you.'

   Richard entered the bedroom, holding the towel as he couldn't properly
fix it round his waist. Julie was standing on the bed wearing the shortest
of see through nighties he had ever seen. She stood with her hands on her
hips and her legs astride. Her full breasts were clearly visible as was the
triangle of hair between her thighs to which the hem of the nightie only
just reached. Her face was flushed with a radiant smile as he stood
silhouetted by the only light that was coming from the bathroom. She did a
bump and a grind, thrusting her hips forward and gave a bewitching pout to
her lips.

   `Does it turn you on darling?' she smiled, one finger teasing a nipple
while the other touched and stroked the V point of the hair between her
legs. She could see that it did. The front of Richard's towel was pushed
forward by his obvious erection. `Come and show me what you are hiding
under that towel. You can see all that I'm offering you.'

   Something snapped in Richard. He hadn't been with a woman for over a
year, and definitely not seen one so voluptuous and ready for sex as was
Julie now. The animal within him had been aroused at the mere sight of that
tantalising body being offered him. He didn't hesitate. He let the towel
drop, showing his full throbbing erection that swayed as he approached the
bed. His eyes devouring the luscious sight of her body standing there above
him. The pounding of his blood as it roared round his body and the
throbbing ache in his groin blotted out all reason. The power of his cock
took over his mind as he moved forward and reached out for her ankles. He
jerked her legs off the bed so that she fell onto her back, his hands
holding them wide open. She cried out.

  `David ...No. Not like this!'

   She screamed as she suddenly realised that it was Richard and not David
who stood with that stiff lance between her outstretched legs. Her eyes had
seen him walk towards her, but her mind had been to slow to grasp that he
hadn't limped and that there wasn't a scar on his inner thigh. It was
Richard who held her ankles out wide, the calves of her legs against his
thighs, his prick just a few inches away from what was David's cavern.

   `No no no!' she screamed as Richard moved forward and with unerring
accuracy, plunged himself deep into her. With her sex being wet, expecting
it to be David, aided the penetration. The breath was driven from her body
as his full weight landed on her. She could feel his hardness deep inside
her, her own vagina muscles betraying her as they gripped the shaft as he
moved within her. His hand moved between their bodies and tore the nightie,
releasing her breasts for him to handle. One of these he squeezed hard as
he continued to fuck her. She thrashed about on the bed underneath him as
he continued ramming himself into her. She was also able to free one hand
and began to hit him with her fist. His hand left her breast and struck her
above the eyebrow, his thumbnail catching her eyelid and making it
bleed. The blow dazed her but didn't stop her from still struggling to try
and free herself from this raping of her. But he was far too strong for her
as he kept pushing himself in and out of her, managing to pin down her arms
as he kept on pumping himself into her, his thick shaft really reaming her.

   Julie was crying now as he continued to work his cock inside her. It was
not only for the blow to the head and the rape that she was crying, but
against her own body that was responding to this invasion. The fire was
building up fast and exploded in a violent orgasm which Richard seemed to
recognise and let forth his own. She felt his emissions hit and burn her
insides as with every forward push and grunt from him, she felt more of his
seed enter her.

   With the deed done, she went limp as Richard finished off his rape with
a final grinding of his pubic bones against hers before he fell forward
onto her, gasping from his own exertions.

   `You bastard,' she cried, `just you wait till David gets home you son of
a bitch,' as he pulled out of her. She reared up and started to hit him
with her fists. `He'll kill you!'

   Richard gave her a savage swipe with the back of his hand as he got off
of her. `You wanted it. You asked me for it, so you got it.'

   His hand went into her hair and twisted her head round to face him and
he gave her a heavy bruising kiss. Her hands came up to claw him, but he
knocked them away and gave her a punch in the eye that knocked her off the
bed. He kicked her too as she fell sobbing to the carpet. He watched with a
mirthless grin on his face as she crawled across the floor towards the
bathroom, crying, until she disappeared inside, and then he could hear her
retching.

   The grin left his face as the bedroom door opened and David walked
in. He stood in the doorway, his eyes taking in the scene. The dishevelled
bed with his naked brother lying on it. The discarded towel on the
floor. His ears hearing the sobbing and retching sounds coming from the
bathroom.

   `You bastard,' he said as he turned and went into the bathroom...

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