Chapter 109: Chapter 109

Chapter 109

~Good sex heals~

“Open your legs,” Ken murmured from somewhere between Mrs. Fanny’s thighs,

“Oh Ken you know I would always open it the way you love it.” Mrs. Fanny whispered, opening her mouth as she stretched her legs. She yanked her legs so wide that there was no difference between her legs and a scissors being parted; they were almost touching the edges of the bed frame, unveiling her cute, pale, well shaven vagina and flashing it before the impatient eyes of Ken. He smacked his lips, feeling pulled to the delicate organ.

But before any other move he would want to do one thing.

He picked the remote on the table, turned on the C D player and the sonorous voice of an urban Spanish Blues singer crushed across the room. He wasn’t done surprising her- he opened the fridge, got a plate of ice, picked a block and put it between his lips and she tittered, following his moves with her eyes, as he tweaked his waste to the Blues while he undressed himself, his T-shirt and pant were off him and he still fancied to twist his waist – his penis and balls belling between his legs.

She throttled. “You are such a good dancer,” her waist was enticed to join him and as she did her wetness surged greatly, lubricating the walls of her vagina as her clitoris called for his arrival on her body. As if he heard the call, he was already prancing towards her legs, his smile hugely held, and he grasped her slender legs, yanked them even wider, lay between them and buried his ice-filled mouth into her vagina.

“Pregnant virgin!” she exclaimed across the tranquil room, breathing uneasily. “Oh Jupiter’s son oh…!” her voice echoed from wall to all, eyes opened and shut at will , as she tried to peer down there, yearning to behold the magic he was performing in her vagina. Tossing her head this way and that way, her hand left her vibrating legs and clung to the bedspread, a she dragged it to support her joyful, sweet-pain.

“Oh please Ken, take …” the tickling and sweet sensation driving into her head when he ate deeper and deeper into her honey-pot couldn’t let her complete her words, but she said it in moans anyways.

He located her bulged nipples and squeezed as he freed his mouth from her clitoris, directed his elongated penis to the fragile wet vagina and started off gently before pounding hastily into her.

“Oh don’t just stop, Ke…n if you do I will call the cops,” she moaned.

When she couldn’t control her noisy moan, her face gloomed as her eyebrows squeezed together in pleasure ; her mouth opened , wanting to scream a moan but couldn’t – she only could follow his lead, bouncing and vibrating under him, holding onto the bedspread and dragging it through as if without holding it she would fall off. Gradually, his pace reduced and his waist twisted and grinded between her legs that almost seemed to swallow his tiny waist. In a matter of forty five minutes, he jerked powerfully.

“oh oh yeah…” he moaned at a breath and gripped her shoulders, face stilled, frowned and grinned as he emptied his penis into her and fell to her neck with a warm embrace. Ken’s hand had reached for the switch at the edge of the bed and turned on the light and they kept on panting and struggling with their breath as their naked, sweating bodies glittered in the light.

“Damn! Good sex heals!” she clamored, her breath whistling, her mouth gaping for extra breath. “You are a robot,” she whispered praises, feeling much of his penis still in her vagina as they were still stuck together. She stroked his hair and ran her long fingers through his muscular, thick shoulders and back.

Satisfied, he pulled from her vagina, as they gazed upon his cum-drenched penis that dangled and then he parted the bed, with his hands on his waist, eyes in the mirror and then returning his gaze on her only to see she had covered her nakedness with the duvet, with sinister smile on her face.

“Thank you,” she applauded and let an appreciative breath of contentment, “Only that I am wondering what is stopping us from becoming man and wife.”

Ken was already using the tissue paper on his penis, dabbing it of the wetness that covered it.

He stroked his beards, “Yeah that reminds me,” he groaned stroked his beards yet further as if what he was about saying was freshly coined on his mind and not that it had been in his head. “Our wedding will be in six months.”

“Six what?” she sat up, fury gathering in her eyes and her wrinkled eyebrows shot at him.

“You heard me right,” he tied up a towel, “Six months.

“Why six months?” she asked in yet nervous voice “you engaged me six months ago on the yacht party where everyone witnessed it. And now you are fixing our wedding in six moths after whispering into my ears the other night it was going to be in few weeks. What is happening Ken? Are you using me for some football tournament?” she asked her fallen numb, angry face demanding for explanations as she waited for him to light the cigar between his thick red lips.

A soon as the butane lighter caught the butt of the cigar in blue flames; he blew a gorgeous cloud of smoke.

“I can’t marry you until you and your husband are legally divorced. Until the divorce, he still stands as your husband,“ he reached for the jug of coffee on the shelf and poured himself.

Suddenly splotches of red appeared on her right chin; her countenanced fell in great wrath.

“What do you mean? Aren’t you aware I served him divorced papers few months ago?” she queried, rolling her eyes at him.

“That doesn’t validate the divorce. He has to appear in court with you so that you both will declare the divorce invalid and to take effect with the allocation of responsibility, and all that.” He puffed a cloud of smoke from his cigar.

She shut her eyes briefly, shaking her head in disapproval,

“Oh come on Ken, you know my heart is no longer with Fanny. I gave up on him some months ago and I served him the divorce papers which I believe he accepted. Since then we haven’t been seeing each other, so how else do you want the divorce to be validated, uh tell me?” she sniffed, promising within herself she wasn’t going to cry. Yes, I won’t shed tears; she assured herself inwardly.

“You heard me right. In this six months I expect you two to be done validating your divorce at the local court, then I can walk you down the aisle in grand style, else we will have to wait until it is done.”

Her face went dead. And she was struck in calmness.

He spoke on, “We deserve honor, prestige, and happiness. We need to have our names off the lips of talkers and gossips. We don’t want to be the news making the round in public; woman marries to two men. Come on it sounds horrible, it is absurd, please you have to understand me and make hay while the sun shines.“ He smoked the much he could, put the remnant in the ash tray and walked into the bathroom for a wash.

As for Mrs. Fanny, her whole body was paused and frozen in thought; she had more work to do; her husband must appear in court…

All along, Kate had been at the window, feeding her eyes and paying rapt attention to their discussion…

Tension!