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 Deanna by: Dr.  Paco Jones copyright 2012
   Chapter 3 - Morning Dawns
   The sun was shining brightly into the bedroom and the clock on the table
was reading 11:20am when I was gently awakened.  I thought I had been
dreaming, but as I opened my eyes, my young lover was gently stroking and
licking on my cock, which was about as hard as it could get.
   "Good morning sweetie.  I hope you slept as well as I did because you're
going to need the rest before I'm done with you today." She had a
mischievous grin on her face, then took my cock into her mouth and promptly
gave me a "deep throat" like a professional cocksucker.  This girl was too
much.
   Gee...  Have I said that before?
   I reached over and pulled on one of her legs pulling it towards me.  She
let my cock slip from her mouth long enough to give me a questioning look
before realizing what I was up to.
   She moved her legs around so that she was straddling my face before she
went back to paying attention to my rigid dick.
   Now in front of me was the most beautiful pussy I had ever put my eyes
on.  It was dripping it was so wet, so I just began to lick up the juices
that were already flowing.  I felt a shudder and heard a gasp as my tongue
touched her outer lips and licked down towards her clit.  I just licked
around the outside edges and up into her mound occasionally very gently
nipping at her thighs, mound and labia with my lips and teeth.
   I moved my tongue slowly, moving up and down her tight slit.  The tip
was barely penetrating the inner most sanctum of her sex titillating the
inner labia.
   I knew this would drive her nuts and it was having exactly that effect.
She'd lost concentration on my cock as her brain started to concentrate on
that feeling between her legs.  Her hips were starting to undulate with the
movement of my mouth while she tried to put her pussy deep into my mouth.
Breathing was going to become a challenge, but a task I was ready to
tackle.
   I brought my hands up to the back of her thighs using my fingers to part
the outer lips exposing the pink inside and right there at the bottom of my
picture was her little hood with the little scout poking its head up
gingerly looking for some gratification.
   Well, how could I deny this little knob its desire?  I slowly licked
from her vaginal opening down to the edge of that nubbin and began to lick
around it gently, using barely any pressure, gingerly teasing it with my
mouth.
   Deanna was moaning quite loudly by this time and groaning for more.  Her
hips forcefully moved her little knob to my mouth in a valiant attempt for
satisfaction.
   I placed the tip of my tongue onto the very tip of her nubbin.  Between
the direct contact and the hot breath I was blowing into her snatch, she
screamed with pleasure, her body stiffened and started to twitch
uncontrollably.  I kept my tongue moving gently around her clit trying to
keep her orgasm going.  She continued to come for what, undoubtedly seemed
like an eternity.  For that entire eternity, she was forcing her pussy down
onto my face with incredible force.  Rigid training allowed me to continue
breathing.
   As her orgasm started to subside, I took my tongue off of the "tender
spot" and just licked up the juices and oils that she had secreted in her
bliss.  I kept my tongue moving around the outside edges of her pussy as
she collapsed on me like she had lost consciousness.
   I have to admit that I was a bit concerned, though I could feel her
breathing and the pulsing of her heartbeat.  I slowly moved her off of me
and moved to take her in my arms as she slowly recovered from the biggest
orgasm that she'd ever had up to now.  Her breath was really labored while
she lay there panting with her eyes closed and her mouth open.
   Slowly her eyes started to open and her breathing started to get slower
as her recovery was accelerating.  Her pupils were so dilated that all you
could see was black.  She was smiling wearily, and you could see that her
eyes were beginning to focus again as she tried to speak.
   "Oh my god, what was that?  Is it going to be like that every time?"
   "That was another orgasm my love, and sometimes it will be even better,"
I whispered to her.
   "No way.  I don't think I would survive if it were any more intense than
that.  God, you took me up, teased me, and then made me explode.  I think
you enjoy eating my pussy."
   "Well that's an understatement dahlin'.  You have the tastiest pussy
I've ever put my mouth on.  I don't care if I never eat any other pussy in
my life.  Your pussy is the best, and you taste heavenly!"
   At that last statement she blushed a bit and gave me a loving smile that
made me melt again.  "I hope you'll never eat another pussy either, Tommy.
Well maybe mom's, but mine is yours any time you want it.  You just say the
word and I don't care where we are or what we're doing, my panties will be
removed immediately!  I can't wait until you put your cock in it, but I
don't think I could stand that at the moment."
   "That's ok sweetheart.  There's plenty of time to make love later. 
We're just getting started, and it's going to be much easier if you're
relaxed like you are now.  I don't ever want to hurt you baby, but I know
the first time will not be comfortable.  Being relaxed will make it a
little easier, but not entirely painless I'm afraid."
   "Tommy sweetie, I'm ready for that.  I know what is going to happen, and
I know you will do it as gently as you can.  I also know that after it
heals it won't hurt like that ever again, so it'll be a wonderful
experience.  To be honest, I'm actually looking forward to the pain because
it's going to be a good pain.  So please don't worry or feel badly.  I'm
ready, willing and anxious for you to come inside me.  I just hope I'll do
it right and not disappoint you."
   "Deanna, there is no possible way you could ever disappoint me in making
love.  Tonight we'll just take it very slow and easy and if it happens it
happens.  If it doesn't, like last night, it doesn't.  I think we both know
it's going to happen, but I'm in no rush honey, I just want you to know
that.  We'll do it when you're ready and the time is right.  Not one second
before!"
   "I know, but I'm SO ready to feel you in me.  I'd like to make it happen
tonight, but I know you don't want to force it, so I'll try to be patient
as well." Letting out a heavy sigh, "You realize of course, that patience
isn't one of my strong points."
   Keeping her eyes focused on mine, she moved up, kissed me gently and so
sensuously that I was instantly hard again, a fact that did not escape her
notice.
   Deanna slowly broke the kiss as her hand moved down to my cock and she
once again started to gently stroke me as she stared longingly into my
eyes.
   I reluctantly said, "I think we should get up, get showered, have some
breakfast and get started with our day, love, don't you think?"
   "I just love laying here with you Tommy.  It feels so good feeling your
skin on my boobs and the throb of your thingie as I stroke it.  Besides,
you made me cum, I think it's only fair if I did the same for you!"
   "It's not a 'keep it even' game honey.  I very much enjoy giving you
pleasure and it's unconditional.  I know you feel the same, but it doesn't
mean that if I make you orgasm that you have to return the favor
immediately.  I'm certainly not going to keep count, and I hope you won't
either.  I'm very much in love with you honey, and wish to give you more
pleasure than you could possibly get anywhere else.  I get as much out of
pleasuring you as I do when I receive it."
   "I know it's not a numbers game, but I just feel like I want to suck you
into my mouth.  But you're right.  We do need to get our day started, and I
am starved."
   She grinned at me, started to dart off the bed and into the bathroom
saying, "Last one in the shower is a rotten egg."
   "Ya got me again.  Oh well.  I'm sure there are worse things to be than
a rotten egg."
   After showering and getting dressed we went out to one of my favorite
breakfast nooks and had a fantastic breakfast with all the fixin's, coffee
and juice.
   Once that was out of the way, I decided to take us to the mall shopping.
I needed a few things and I wanted to add to Dee's wardrobe.  If that blue
dress was any example of her taste in "nice clothes" I was going to really
enjoy shopping with her.
   As we wandered through doing some serious window-shopping, I let her
know that I'd like to get her a few more fancy gowns like the blue one
she'd worn the night before.
   She looked at me and smiled, telling me that her mom had bought that one
for her special for a party that they had gone to earlier in the year.
   "That dress was really expensive hon, I don't think I should buy more of
them," she said in a way letting me know that it really wasn't necessary
from her viewpoint.
   "Dee.  I want to take you out like that more often and one blue dress
just won't be enough.  We'll get you two or three today, and maybe two or
three more in a few weeks.  You are my beautiful woman and it is such a
turn on to see you when you're dressed up.  I know a lot of the guys at the
club like to see you too!" I was grinning by that point, so she was more at
ease with the fact I was willing to spend whatever it cost to let her
accentuate her form with nice clothes.  She knows I have some money, but
like Tara has never made any requests or issues about it.  As with this
shopping spree, she expressed a frugal attitude, but was amiable to defer
to my desires.
   That frugality was born of Tara's training.  It came from times when
they didn't have a lot and were struggling paycheck to paycheck.  I offered
to help many times, but Tara always refused.  She said it wasn't all that
bad and that it was a good lesson in life for Dee.  I helped in my ways,
but it was always covert.
   It gave her a warm feeling knowing that I wanted to 'show her off'.  She
was so much older than her years.  There was a business dinner dance party
in a couple weeks with some of the big clients in attendance, so I wanted
her to look at least as good as last night.
   "We're going to go to a business dinner party soon sweetie, so I want
you to find something you like that will go with a black tuxedo."
   "You're going to wear a tuxedo?" she queried with surprise.
   "Yeah, it's kind of formal, though a suit would be ok.  I enjoy dressing
up like that, and now that I have a beautiful woman to accompany me it
makes me want to dress up even more." I was smiling lovingly at her letting
her know that I loved it when we were together.  I was honored to have her
as my date.
   I also made a mental note to put on the tux to make sure it still fit.
I'd been exercising regularly and some of my extremities were a bit bigger
than they used to be.  On the same sheet as the first mental note, I also
noted that I probably needed to go get fitted for a few more and order up a
few black ones and a couple white ones.  I was going to enjoy being out
with Dee, and from an ego standpoint, I was going to be the envy of every
place and party we attended!
   I was trying to come to grips with what was happening to me.  I've never
been like this before.  I've never felt like this before.  I mean, I was
totally in love with Marie, but now I was totally captivated.  This young
lady wanted to please me as much as I wanted to please her.  Well, Marie
was that way as well, but it was different times.
   "Ok.  I'll find something nice." She was looking in a few windows at
some really gorgeous dresses and I could tell she was looking at things
that were less expensive because she didn't want to feel she was taking
advantage of me.  Trust me, anything she could choose in any of these
stores would be pocket change, petty cash at most.  I wanted to make sure
we visited the Victoria's Secret store as long as we were here.  She looked
stunning in that baby-doll and panties, so I think we should get her more
of those along with some sexy camisoles.  I'll have to tell her to get a
few pairs that will fit Tara as well, but I'm sure Tara could fit into
anything we got for Dee.
   "Dee, don't look at the price tags.  I don't care what the dress costs.
I only care about how it looks on you and how it makes you feel.  Don't
think you have to settle for something just because what you want is more
money.  Money is not an issue!"
   "But Tommy.  You already do so much for me; I don't want you to think
I'm greedy or anything.  Those other ones are ok.  I don't need to have the
most expensive clothes to be happy." She was being very sincere, but she
also knew that I was serious.  I wanted her to dress so that she felt like
a million dollars.
   I reached over and held her tight.  "You would look fantastic to me in a
burlap sack honey, but I'm sure it wouldn't be very comfortable.  I'd like
you to look, feel and act like you're my wife because I'm going to be
treating you as my wife, both when we are out on the town and when I get
you home."
   Her eyes got wide and she started to tear up when I said that, and I
couldn't tell if I'd hurt her feelings or whether she was happy.  I'll
never have women figured out, but I guess that's what makes them so fun and
interesting.  They are very special people and deserve to be treated that
way.
   Shyly she said, "I understand.  I will be very proud to be like your
wife, both out of and in our bed.  I love you so very much Tommy, I want
you to be proud of me when we're seen together."
   Did you notice?  I did.  She said 'our bed'.  I'm likin' this already!
I'd like nothing more than to have this woman in my bed every night and be
able to treat her like a wife when she wanted.
   We perused a few of the finer stores and she picked out some very nice
things.  She tried them on and came out to model them for me but she didn't
choose anything that didn't make her look incredible.  All of them needed
some slight alterations, so she made the orders and let them know we'd be
back to pick them up in a few days.
   We continued to wander through the mall until we found the Victoria's
Secret store.  She looked at me with a grin and asked me to please find
something to do for a while.
   I told her to pick a few things that would fit her mother also.  She
gave me an evil grin, but nodded her head.  I gave her my credit card,
cleared it with the staff so they knew to just run the card and accept her
signature, while I moved along to a "toy" store.  I made another mental
note that I needed to get Dee a card for my account.
   I picked up a couple memory upgrades, an upgraded wireless network
router/switch, and a new laptop for each of us.  There were a few other
odds and ends before she caught up with me, grinning from ear to ear,
Victoria's Secret bag in tow.
   She would not give me the slightest hint what was in the bags nor would
she allow me to peek.
   As we were heading back out to the car we passed by one of those ultra
high-end jewelry stores, and I just had to stop.
   I should know better.  I've been dealing with a diamond broker for years
and I know she sells to this store as well as others.  When I go to her
shop it's 50% of whatever the tag has on it.  She's in another town, and
cost wasn't really an object.
   She tried to drag me along, but I was looking for a couple things. 
Deanna was not really into jewelry.  She had some nice earrings, and a
couple of nice gold necklaces, but that's not exactly what I had in mind.
   She was walking down different isles than I was, which was good for me
because it let me look for the things I wanted without having to deal with
any undo static.
   Working with the young woman behind the counter, I picked out a couple
things and asked her to box them up for me, but the one item I really
wanted I couldn't just purchase without Dee.
   I found three that I liked that appeared to be close to the size I
needed, and went over to the 'fitting area'.  I called Deanna over to sit
with me and of course she was curious what I had in the boxes already. 
Like her Victoria's Secret secrets, I had my items that would remain a
secret until the appropriate time.
   She asked me what we were doing and I said I needed her there to fit
something I wanted her to have.
   She looked at me quizzically, not really understanding what was about to
happen, which was perfect for me.  I wanted it to be a total surprise and
it was going to be.
   I wished I had a camera because I knew the look on her face was going to
be priceless.
   The young lady from behind the counter finally came into the fitting
area with her tray telling me that she'd had to clean the items before the
sizing.
   Deanna looked at me with a questioning look, as the sales person sat
down, set the tray down in front of her, and began her "usual routine."
   I thought Dee was going to fall off her chair when she saw the three
rings in the tray, each with at least one fairly large diamond in it.
   She looked at me and I could see tears start to well up so I reached for
a Kleenex that was in the booth and handed it to her.
   The sales lady took the first one, which I had identified as my choice,
and put it on Deanna's left ring finger to check for size.  Normally she
would have used a sizing tool, but I had asked her to just use the rings as
I hoped they would fit the way they are.
   The first one she tried on, my first choice, fit like a glove.  It
couldn't have been more perfect if it had been designed for her
specifically.
   I asked my love if she liked it.  She was speechless as she looked at
it, looked at the sales lady and then looked at me.  Then she looked back
at the ring again, and looked up at me again.  Tears were running down her
cheeks by this time and I asked her again if she liked the one she had on.
   She just nodded at me, and then looked at the ring again.
   The young woman checked the fit to make sure it was just right and
amazingly it was absolutely perfect.  I nodded to her, handed her my gold
card and let her know I'd take all the items I'd chosen.
   She came back with the charge slip, which I signed with a smile, put my
card away and we got up and walked out.  And she was worried about the
price of clothes?
   Deanna was kind of weak legged leaving the jewelry store, and kept
looking at her ring.
   "Tommy, I -- "
   "Dee.  You don't have to say a word.  That is a small token and is an
expression to you of how I feel.  I want you to feel like my wife since you
are going to be acting like her."
   "Tommy, I -- "
   "When you are 'old enough' to make that decision according to the law, I
will ask you officially, but until then we can only live like we have been
and keep everything a secret."
   I wasn't sure how I was going to deal with teachers, but fortunately the
school year was nearly over.  We'd have a whole summer to 'play', and by
the time she started the next year she'd be well experienced in the ways of
being a 'wife'.  We'd also be able to work out a strategy on explaining the
ring.
   One strategy that I'd already considered was a private school, or even
home schooling, but I had to pass anything like that by Tara, and I don't'
know how she would take to Deanna wearing a ring like that.
   But for now, we just piled our booty into the car and headed home for a
rest and some lunch.
   We both decided to rest for a bit, both knowing what we'd planned for
that evening and night.
   We went into my bedroom and undressed.  She put on one of my monster big
T-Shirts and I just pulled on a pair of loose boxers.  We crawled up on the
bed, and snuggled for a bit, before I asked her if she would move some of
her things into this bedroom and stay with me.
   With absolutely no hesitation she said, "Yes, but why just some of my
things?"
   I smiled and answered, "We need to maintain the appearance that we're in
separate bedrooms sweetie."
   To her questioning look, "What we are doing is not legal or socially
acceptable by usual societal standards."
   She understood completely because she'd actually thought of that a lot
during the time she was trying to figure out how she was going to get me
into bed.
   "Tommy, I love the ring, thank you so much.  I love what it represents
to you and to me.  It makes me feel so attached, so committed, which I want
to be.  I am yours Tommy, forever!"
   "I think Mom will be so happy for us, but I'm wondering how we can tell
her," she said with a faraway look in her eyes.
   "I know she knows we'll be making love; She said that to me before she
left.  She just told me to be sure it's what I truly wanted and to let you
know slowly."
   With a little giggle, "I'm not sure she is going to be ready for a
'permanent' change like this."
   "We've got some time to think about that sweetheart, so I'm sure we'll
come up with something all three of us can live with."
   Then with a serious look, "She's still your mom honey, so we have to
abide by her wishes.  I hope she'll be accepting, and I think she will, but
we have to present it to her in a mature way.  We'll come up with it before
she comes home, but I think we should tell her what's going on as soon as
we can."
   "Yeah.  I think you're right," she whispered with a smile.
   "We'll think on it and I'm sure mom will understand," she said with a
grin.  "She already knows how much I love you."
   Looking me right in the eyes she continued, "Mom and me are so tuned in
to each other, she'll probably know the minute you stick it in me.  She'll
feel my love, she'll feel the pain when you go through my cherry, such as
it is, and she'll feel my orgasm when you fill me with your cum."
   "Tommy?"
   "Yes?"
   "Do you think you'd like to sleep with mom again?  I mean, have sex with
her like you're going to do with me?"
   Holy cow, how was I going to get around this one?  I'd been sleeping
with Tara for years on and off, and I care incredibly for her, but there
isn't nearly the chemistry with her as there is with her daughter.
   I won't lie to Dee, but something I learned doing security work is that
you only answer the question that's asked, so that's what I'll do.  She'll
know soon enough, but that's all a long drawn out story, perhaps for later.
   "Ummm, I don't know honey, honestly I've thought about it, but that was
before I knew of your feelings.  What would you think about it?"
   "Oh.  I think I'd be ok with it because I know that you love me.  Even
if you love mom, and I know you do," she said grinning, "It wouldn't be the
same way you love me, would it?"
   "No Dee.  I don't believe I could ever love any woman like I love you. I
care a lot for your mom.  She's a very special woman, just like you are a
very special young woman.  Knowing how you feel about me and still leaving
you here with me took a lot of guts on her part.  She knows we'll have sex,
so she obviously respects your feelings a lot!"
   "Yeah, we've always been pretty close - especially after my father
wasn't there anymore.  I always respected her feelings and point of view
and she always respected mine.  She didn't always agree but always
explained to me why.  She never gave me the, 'Because I said so' kind of
explanation.  She treats me like an adult even though I know I'm not an
adult yet."
   "But you wouldn't object to me and your mom -- ?"
   "No, I wouldn't.  Actually I think it would be cool to join you at some
point, but I also know that you are mine and I am yours, so I can't be
jealous of mom.  I think I'd want her to feel as good as you make me feel.
I love my mom!"
   Then after a few minutes, "Do you think you will make love to her?"
   "I don't know sweetheart, like with you, it will totally depend on her
and what she wants.  You are going to have to let her know it's ok.  She's
not going to want to 'invade' your space and will most likely respect those
boundaries, so you will have to help define those boundaries for her."
   With that, we got silent, looked into each other's eyes, kissed and in
each other's arms, nodded off for an afternoon nap.
   I think we will undoubtedly consummate our love for each other this day,
and I believe we are both anxiously ready for that expression of our love
for each other.  I know she is.
   As we were falling asleep, I was thinking of those things, and of course
my little brain was taking things a bit too seriously and poked her in the
butt.
   She giggled, let out a heavy sigh, spread her legs just enough so that
my stiffy would fit tightly between her legs.  We drifted off with my cock
pressing along her very moist slit, getting ever more moist while her pussy
was letting me know it was primed and ready for the little guy.
   I woke up about 4:30 or so and found Deanna looking at me longingly. 
When my eyes popped open she smiled that delicious smile and whispered to
me, "Hi lover, did you get yourself rested?"
   "I think so, kitten.  What are we going to do this evening?" I said,
trying my best to keep a straight face.
   "Oh, I don't know.  I'm sure something will come up," she shot back
immediately.  "I guess we should get cleaned up, dressed and figure out
what we're going to do for food and drink."
   I looked at her incredulously as she bantered back like a pro.  This was
not a child I was dealing with - maybe in years, but that brain was at 110%
all the time.
   I crawled out of the bed and she followed closely behind as we made our
way to the bath for a quick shower.  She was the rotten egg on this
excursion.  For a change it really was a quick shower.
   She wasn't pushing any physical activity at this point.  Dee knew that
later she was going to get what she wanted and though she was very eager
for it to happen, she was still a little nervous.  She knew that rushing
wouldn't improve anything and that she needed to be relaxed.
   I had to add patience to the list, but it was only temporary.
   We went out to one of my top choice greasy spoons, had a good meal and
some light drink along with good conversation.  It was a very relaxing
evening all the way around.
   About 7:30 or quarter to eight Deanna reached across the table, took my
hands, and looked longingly into my eyes and with a bright smile on her
face said softly, "Take me home now.  It's time."
   I gave her hands a gentle squeeze, a bright smile and stood up holding
my hands out to her.
   "Lezz went," I said with a grin.
   
  
Chapter 3   Morning Dawns