Let The Joyous News Be Spread

The Wicked Old Witch At Last Is Dead!!!!

 

(With apologies to Frank L! lol)

 

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Chapter 11 (Please, excuse the lamentable time-lapse between chapters? Real life sure do make it tuff to keep to a skedjool!!! lol)

 

(“I’m gonna wait

   Till the Midnite hour

     That’s when my love comes tumblin’ down

       I’m gonna wait till the Midnite hour

        When there’s no one else around”)

 

I was just about to pass through the doorway to the other bedroom when it occurred to me to check on Chris. I stopped and turned to look; he was obviously sleeping peacefully in the big overstuffed chair, and Crys had done a good job of covering him with the blanket from Carrie’s room.

 

From around the corner I heard Crys say, “Chef-Boy, where did you go?” There was laughter in her voice as she said it, and I was quick to move through the doorway and turn into the bedroom. 

 

What I saw next caused me to stop in my tracks and catch my breath.

 

Crys had lain down on a double sized bed with her head on a couple of pillows and her knees up and to either side. Her hands were cupping her breasts, kneading them softly and her eyes were staring straight into mine. Her pussy was wide open and seemed to be staring at me as well. There was a very fine smattering of hair on her mound and her lips were bare. Her clit was protruding and was big enough to easily grip with my lips, which is the first thing I thought to do.

 

I stepped toward the bed, slowly sinking down to my knees as I reached the end closest to me. 

 

I knelt very still, transfixed by the beauty before me.

 

I heard Crys give a small moan, as she had not stopped her gentle massage of her breasts.

 

I looked up, away from her cleft and into her eyes.

 

A powerful sense of need came over me, and I recognized it as one of affection, not lust.

 

“I...” I haltingly spoke. “I.. I never thought we would ever have such a day like this, Crys.” She moaned again, and in a very husky voice, asked, “Is it as good as you thought it would be, Arthur?” Her hands didn’t pause as she spoke, and I moved my hands to grasp and caress her hips as she asked her question.

 

‘..as good as I thought...’ hit hard.

 

In one of those moments where time seems to stand still, hundreds of mental images flashed passed my mind’s eye, each one representative of the many moments Crys and I had spent in one another’s company. My feelings toward her had always been what I felt toward a sister, toward a very close friend.

 

NOT what I felt toward a lover.

 

In that gestalt was a component; I recognized that component as respect. I had always had the utmost respect for my friend Crys, and it was good to be reminded of that in this current circumstance.

 

“Crys, it is so much better..” I said, not able to complete the thought because my throat suddenly thickened, as my eyes got full of water. My emotions had crept up on me, and I was completely unprepared for what my heart was revealing to the both of us. I couldn’t finish my statement.

 

As I looked down, squeezing my eyes to try to clear them, Crys sprang forward to pull me into an embrace. Her arms went around my neck, and she pulled herself hard against me, grinding us together. She started raining kisses on my face and neck. 

 

“Oh, Arthur! Sugar, I just love you!” she cried. I could feel her tears before I saw them, the wetness of them spread further around by her kisses.

 

Her lips found mine and I held her fast in a searing kiss. I could feel heat coming from her pussy, it being up tight against my stomach. Crys was moaning non-stop now, and I think I was as well.

 

Crys pulled away and moved back from me, not letting go of me as she pulled me by the hand after her. I let myself be led onto the bed, coming to rest between her legs, our lips resuming our kiss.

 

“Chef-Boy, please, please fuck me!” she said, as she reached between us to grasp my erection and pull it toward her hole.

 

I stopped.

 

Bad habit, I know! lol

 

Just the same, it is my nature.

 

I looked into her eyes, and she was breathing heavy as she looked back at me, a question in her eyes.

 

I smiled.

 

“I don’t ever want to forget this moment, Crys. I want it to be easy to remember until memory is gone”, I said.

 

Her smile could have lit up the town for a mile around. Her face softened, though her breathing was labored. “Arthur, I love you too,” she said. “Always have. Always will!” Her hand on my cock resumed pulling me toward the goal. 

 

I let Crys control the action. As my cock entered her, I told her, “I love you, Crys!”

 

For answer, she grunted as my cock bottomed out in her, my pubic bone mashing her clit as I wiggled my hips from side to side. The feeling of being in her to the hilt was almost enough to send me over. I held still for a moment, seeking control. As I waited, I felt the moment pass.

 

Crys was squirming under me, doing her best to fuck up at me as I held still. When I felt in control again, I began long stroking in and out of her. I could feel her heat rising as she moved further along toward orgasm. Her moaning turned into soft cries. Her soft cries turned into sharp, measured yelps of pleasure. I could feel myself starting to tickle as my own orgasm began.

 

Crys started yelling,” Ahhhh! Aiiiiie! Fuck! Fuck! Ahhhhhhh!” and her pussy started to spasm on my cock. I felt my come start way back of my balls, and it seemed like a Mack truck was making the delivery.

 

I roared.

 

With the first shot of sperm, Crys bucked up against me hard enough to make a slapping sound. With each successive spurt, she grunted and bucked again. After the fifth or sixth of these, she just lay back on the bed, completely spent, her arms and legs splayed out in complete surrender to the aftermath.

 

I lay over her, almost but not quite resting my full weight atop of her. I held myself up on my elbows, just enough so that I could be sure I wasn’t smothering her.

 

We lay like that for a couple of minutes. When I started to retreat, she opened her eyes, locking them on mine and said, “Oh, Arthur. How come we never did that before, Sugar?” Her smile was at least a thousand watts.

 

I stopped moving. Her question surprised me. 

 

“I don’t know,” I said, “it never occurred to me to ask?” I finished my statement with a question because I was sharing my thoughts as they came to me. The kind of relationship that Crys and I enjoyed had never seemed to have enough space in it for this kind of closeness. She always seemed to be very focused elsewhere when it came to romance. I could not then recall a time when she had ever seemed ‘available’ to me.

 

Besides, for almost as long as I had known her, she had been my roomies ‘sometime girlfriend’; it would never have seemed right to horn in on his territory. And I very much considered Crys to be ‘his territory’.

 

Crys regarded me with her usual penetrating gaze. I could see wheels turning, but had no clue what she might be thinking.

 

She didn’t leave me in mystery very long.

 

“Arthur, Honey. I don’t know, either! Oh, I wish I could tell you the number of times I tried to make it plain to you that you only needed to ask, and I would have tripped you and beat you to the floor!” she said, and then laughed!

 

“You should see your face right now, Chef-Boy! It is priceless!” she said, laughing hard enough that I could feel her belly bouncing with the force of her mirth.

 

I was feeling like I think Dorothy must have felt as she was told, “Just tap your heels three times...”

 

Homer Simpson says it best, “Doh!”

 

‘...only needed to ask..’ was stuck in my head like some kind of sound bite loop. I felt like I’d been pole axed. Mentally, that is. Physically, I felt like I’d just had a world class fuck.

 

My genius reared its ugly head.

 

“’Only needed to ask’?“ I repeated.

 

This tipped Crys over into further laughter. She had her hands on either side of my face, and she’d put her legs around my midsection again.

 

“Oh, Arthur! I wasn’t ever gonna just come onto you, y’know! You always seemed to have someone you were seeing, and I could never be sure that you would be interested in me that way!” she said.

 

‘That way’!

 

I just stared, my jaw dropped open, which only caused her to giggle some more.

 

She pulled hard against me with her legs, causing our genitals to rub. I automatically started sliding my soft cock against her still drenched lips, which caused Crys to stop laughing and match my motion. All the while, she never took her eyes from my face.

 

“I’ve actually had dreams about being with you, just like this, Sugar”, she said. “I just never had the courage to come right out and put the question to you, y’know? All the time I’ve known you, you’ve been pretty well tied up.” I thought of the women I’d been involved with since meeting Crystal; there had been only three, but each one was an “item” with me for at least several months. Crys had been aware of each one, because we would see each other around town.

 

My cock was hardening. Crys noticed, and her movement made it plain that she was happy to feel the stiffness.

 

I told her, “I have wanted to do this,” as I put the head of my cock just between her pussy lips, “since the very first moment I laid eyes on you.” Crystal moaned, moving her hips up to drive me deeper into her pussy.

 

“Oh, Sugar! I’m sure glad we’ve gotten to this before another day went by”, Crys said. She emphasized her words by grinding her hips against me.

 

(“When you move in

     Right up close to me,

       That’s when I get

          The shakes all over me”)

 

I could feel a quiver run down my spine as Crys ran her hands over my face and around my head. Our bodies were on automatic, grinding against each other, seeking yet another release. I could tell that I may not have another ejaculation left in me, but my cock was unaware of this. It was hard and Crys felt wonderful to move in. Her pussy had my undivided attention just then, and it was all I could do to just keep moving.

 

I was carefully sliding in and out, with only a little bit of grinding, as our crotches would meet. I was concentrating on the sensation of penetration, and Crys had closed her eyes, humming softly while she relaxed and let me work.

 

We kept that pace for several minutes, and it came to my mind to be very thankful for the constant conditioning my body went through from swimming. I could tell that I would have given out long before had I not kept a careful schedule of working out at the pool.

 

With a soft grunt, Crys opened her eyes, catching me looking at her. The smile she gave me made me glad to be alive. I kept moving and smiled back at her.

 

“Arthur, would you do something for me?” she asked.

 

Do fish shit in the woods? Do bears swim?

 

“That being...?” I replied.

 

She giggled. “Would you stop for a moment, and let me turn around? I want you to put that somewhere else!” she said.

 

As I said, I gots that there genius eye cue. Alls my teachers back to High School done said so.

 

“Uhhh.... Huh?” I replied, with my usual wittiness.

 

Crys gave a short guffaw, then giggled again as she said, “Honey, let me get on my hands and knees? I need you to put that in another place!”

 

I stopped.

 

Realization hit me like a thunderclap.

 

My face must have shown what was going on in my head.

 

Crys was laughing steadily, now.

 

“Oh, Sugar! Honey, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet!” she said.

 

I carefully backed out of her and she quickly got herself turned around on her hands and knees. I had gotten up from the bed and watched all this with an eagerness and anticipation that I’d not felt since seeing the Christmas tree at dawn when I was eight.

 

And this was all for me!

 

Crys lowered her upper body until she was resting her face on the bed. She had herself positioned to look back at me, and she could see clearly that I was fixated on her pucker.

 

I haven’t really shared exactly what Crys’ sex looks like as yet, have I? Her pussy lips are thick, and her clit just barely peeks out when her legs are together. When she spreads her legs, her pussy opens up like a flower, her inner lips looking like soft petals in a rose. The soft, sparse hair on her mound is red like her head, and very fine. Her skin is freckled, but not around her ass and pussy. The freckles wash across her chest and neck, and there are sufficient on her face to make plain that the red hair is real. Her skin is like alabaster in its whiteness. The patterns of veins under her skin only add to her beauty.

 

She is without question a red headed goddess.

 

I don’t know how anyone could ever get tired of looking at her.

 

“Uh, earth to Chef-Boy!” she said, giggling.

 

I looked away from her crotch, to see her eyes sparkling at me. Her smile told me she understood my condition, and I could feel the warmth in them.

 

“Honey, I didn’t get like this just to give you a show! Get busy, please?” she said, and wiggled her butt. She giggled some more.

 

“Yes, Ma’am!” I replied, smiling back at her.

 

I moved forward until my cock was just against her rear hole. It was beautiful. I could see our juices smeared all around it, and grabbed my cock, swiping it all around her pussy lips to gather as much liquid as I could. Just to be on the safe side, I gathered up as much spit as I could in my mouth, and leaned forward to let it drop right on the head of my cock as I put it once again to her brown eye. As it hit, I gently pushed forward. Her aperture dilated like it had been expecting me, and I slowly put all I had to give in her backside.

 

Crystal let out a moan as I started pushing against her. As I entered, and while I got fully inserted, she said, “Ohhhhhhh, Sugar, that is so nice.” She started a gentle rocking back and forth that felt exquisite on my cock. Her ring was so tight! I matched her motion, and we fucked like that for a few minutes, all the while I could tell she was ratcheting up toward another orgasm.

 

As her moaning increased, I moved faster. She turned her face toward me, looked me in the eye and said, “Fuck my ass, Sugar! Fuck me hard!”

 

I just grinned back at her and started slamming myself into her, the slap-slap of my banging against her ass cheeks accompanied by her constant moaning, with a short grunt each time I came up against her ass.

 

I had grabbed her hips when we began, so I had a good grip on her to keep us together and in sync. I could tell that I might be able to coax one more come out of my tired balls, and started watching her for signs that she was about to come.

 

I felt fingers caress my balls, and at first could not discern where they might have come from. As I looked down, I could tell that Crys had reached back with one hand and was alternately fondling me and playing with her clit. I moaned, and she went back to rubbing hard on her clit, hard enough to shake her shoulders with the effort. 

 

I let go of her with one hand and leaned forward just enough to get it on her breast. I grabbed her nipple and gently squeezed it in rhythm with our thrusting.

 

This put her over after just a few seconds.

 

Her ass clamped down on me so hard I thought she and I would become Siamese twins.

 

Her moaning changed to yelling, her yelling turned into a gentle wail.

 

Her ring was pulsing, and her hand went faster on her clit.

 

Her wail was punctuated by a short, sharp bark, and her entire body shook and shivered.

 

This tipped me over.

 

I could not believe that I was going to come again, but my body was doing what it wanted regardless of my acceptance or denial.

 

It was severe.

 

Crys was just panting, her butt was clasping, her voice was a single note of pleasure, and I was shooting into her with violence. I cannot describe it any other way: my orgasm seemed to be torn from me. As I came down from my cum, I seemed to be floating in space.

 

I had let go of Crys’ nipple when my orgasm began, and I very slowly and gently pulled my soft cock from her behind. It released with a plopping sound, and I quickly found my way to lying on my side facing Crys. She had stretched out to lie flat on her tummy when I let her go.

 

I could see that she was spent. She barely had the energy to open her eyes.

 

Even so, they were smiling at me, and the warmth they exuded was palpable.

 

I smiled back, hoping the love I felt in my heart was as clear in my eyes as that she was showing to me.

 

Knowing the hell I would pay for laziness at this point, I pushed myself up with a groan, walking out of the bedroom to the bathroom. Inside the bathroom I found a box of supplies that Carrie left there. Inside it, I found some washcloths and various other items useful to the purpose of keeping house.

 

I grabbed two cloths and ran the water in the sink till it was hot. I ran it as hot as I could stand on the cloths, and went to work on my cock and balls with one of them. It only took a few seconds to get me reasonably clean, and then I rinsed that cloth and wrung it again. I carried both cloths back to the bedroom. Crys was in the exact same position, and I could tell she had fallen asleep.

 

I very gently put the cloth against her ass, holding it there as I reached under her hip to turn her over. I moved her as carefully as I could, but her eyes opened and she favored me with a most spectacular smile. I kept my hand against her pucker, pushing softly and wiping to catch our fluids on the cloth. When I estimated that her butt was decent, I threw that cloth aside to the floor and used the other on her pussy.

 

Her eyes had closed again, but her smile was still a thousand watter.

 

I did for her front as I had the back, then I got her under the covers. I could see clearly that we had soaked the bedspread, so I took that away and left Crys under the blanket and sheet. As I got all this done, she only murmured and cooed. It took all of maybe two minutes, and I stood back to revel in the sight.

 

(“If there’s anythin’ that you want

    If there’s anythin’ I can do

     Just call on me

       And I’ll send it along

         With love, from me, to you”)

 

That moment amazes me still. I looked at Crys, awed by what God had created in human form. 

 

Then I thought of Carrie, and how alike yet different the two of them were.

 

Then the old guilt reflex hit me.

 

Which then strangely went away.

 

I was at peace with this night. Everything I’d done, I’d done with the blessing of Carrie and Crys, and certainly my roomie.

 

Roomie!

 

I went quickly to the living room, seeing Chris still zonked on the big chair. I went over to him, gently shaking his shoulder. He came awake, but only just. He looked at me with one eye, a look of concern on his face.

 

“Whuuuu...” he asked?

 

“Come on, bro. Let me help you get to bed”, I said, as I pulled him up and into my arms. Over the last couple years I had done this a few times, coming home to find him bent over and passed out on our nasty old couch. Each time he had just come with me and let me deposit him on his bed.

 

He was just as tractable now, and I imagined he had no idea it would not be his bed that I was taking him to.

 

I walked him into the room where Crys was now gently snoring. Chris just barely had one eye open and was leaning on me big time for support. When I reached the bed, it took all my strength to hold him up with one hand and rapidly pull back the covers with another.

 

Chris followed the script and fell into the bed, landing on his side against Crys. Crys barely stirred. I covered them up and went back to the living room. I sat down on the couch, thinking about what the night had brought to pass.

 

(“I’ll be loving you

    Always.

      With a love that’s true

        Always.

          When the things you’ve planned

            Need a helping hand

              I will understand

                Always.

                 Always.”)

 

I could tell that life had only begun to get ‘interesting’.

 

I got up and walked into Carrie’s room. She was long gone, sleeping peacefully.

 

I went and brushed my teeth, washed my face, and got in next to her.

 

I spooned up against her, and my last thoughts were about how so much of life was illusion...

 

 

 

 

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