My body takes over, doing the things that my brain can't seem to get around. She's called to me, and I have to obey. I find myself on top of the bed with her, kneeling between her legs. She's glorious, spread out in front of me, that dark hole winking and inviting.
She's so wet, she glistens. My cock is already hard, already ready for her. I watch it slide over her lips, puckering the skin slightly as I try to breach the boundary of that impossibly tiny hole. Yet, she accommodates me. She stretches around me, sheathing my cock like a warm, wet mouth, the most inviting passage in the world. Her muscles flex around me, fluttering against my shaft, drawing me deeper and deeper into her. I pump against her hips, plunging to the hilt, filling her over and over again as she arches her back, clawing at my shoulders, commanding me to give her more and more.
The orgasm is obliterating, shattering me into pieces that fall inside her, that fill her. She reassembles me, and I realize that is not her intention to leave me broken but to leave me better. To make me stronger because she loves me.
Panting, quaking, I empty myself into her, kissing her mouth urgently, insatiably hungry for her. I feel our bodies interlock like puzzle pieces, truly one flesh now.
It's absolutely magical, how we all connect. Absolutely perfect.
For a few long moments, I just lay next to her before rolling off the bed. She points to Hank next and he crawls up obediently onto the mattress, holding her cheeks in his hand so he can kiss her for a long, long time.
Tim and Tom fist themselves slowly as they watch Hank drilling our princess. Charlie holds onto the bannister of the bed, his eyes rapt with attention. We are enchanted by the sight as Hank takes one of her knees and places it on top of his shoulder, angling her to her side. She moans with delight as he plows her, her fingers clawing at the bedsheets.
It's like a solemn yet joyous mystical experience. Each of us mount her, one at a time, split her open, and are healed and reinvigorated by her love. She's our princess, our goddess. She is the mother of our children. She's the most magical creature in the entire world.
Epilogue
Vanessa
One Year Later
Somehow, we got to Germany. I basically had to arm wrestle Stan for the privilege of leaving the house, much less leaving the country, but eventually Charlie talked him down off the ledge. Our lives need to continue, he explained reasonably. And obviously, I'm a lot stronger than Stan is willing to give me credit for.
He is such a darling. I know that it just comes from a place of wanting to take care of me. And I absolutely love it.
Well, most of the time. Sometimes I want to kick him in the shins.
The farm that Charlie had picked out was even better than the real estate agent had described. Three hundred acres on the side of a mountain. It is not only an orchard, but a vineyard as well. They've resumed making sweet wines just like their ancestors. Some of the knowledge doesn't seem to be passed on genetically, so Charlie and Hank have been studying at a fevered pace, trying to figure it all out. At first they were frustrated. I think they really assumed it would come naturally. But they’re catching on, bit by bit.
But for the most part, it's storybook perfection. The house is almost two hundred years old. It's white stucco, with walls almost two feet thick. The thatch roof was freshly replaced before we got here. The stables came with three sturdy horses as well as new farm equipment. It’s a beautiful mix of old and new.
And even though it looks like a storybook, rustic homestead, we've got satellite television and internet access and everything. Basically the absolute best of both worlds.
But somehow, the air is different here. It's cleaner, I think. The orchard and vineyard are watered from a stream that comes off the mountains. The sky is about as blue as anything you've ever seen. It’s an absolute fairytale.
And it turned out I really didn't know as much German as I thought. A couple years in college getting A's for grades didn't actually translate to being able to go to the local town and get bread and sausage from the toothless little old ladies who man the market stalls. They look at me like I belong here, since I suppose I don't stick out with my blonde hair and blue eyes, and they just start chatting away in German. When I don’t answer immediately they blink, confused, as I just stammer apologetically. I just repeat my simple requests with a few words, sprinkling the word for please liberally, hoping it all works out. “Bitte, bitte, bitte.”
So far, it has.
One of the most wonderful things is the views. After buying some coffee and local cheese, I drive our VW back up the side of the mountain to the house. The views are breathtaking, with farms laid out over the foothills like a patchwork quilt. Sheep and goats dot the landscape, with big eyed cows trudging through the picturesque pastures, their bells ringing.
As soon as I park at the end of our lane, Tom trots out to take the packages from me. He gives me a lingering kiss before taking the bags and turning back toward the house.
“They're here,” he whispers, giving me an excited smile.
“Now?” I ask, my voice choking.
“Tim snuck out first thing. He wanted to surprise you. Act surprised!”
My heart leaps in my chest. It's happening. It's really happening.
On unsteady legs, I climb the stairs to the front door. I take a deep breath before pushing it open and crossing the threshold.
“There you are!” my dad yells out from next to the fireplace.
“Here I am!” I announce, excitement bubbling over. I could just cry, I'm so happy.
My mom grins at me widely, then looks out the window, scrapes her gaze across the ceiling, and shrugs one shoulder. She gazes down at the tiny bundle of blankets in her lap and shakes her head in wonder.