Now I’ve got all the power I need, all the sexual power that is, to destroy you and that half-sister of mine, she thought to herself. She had no doubts her instructor was an expert.
“Take my clothes off,” she begged him forcefully.
He couldn’t resist the temptation. He peeled off the three items that hid her true beauty and sat her on his desk.
Her legs sprang apart, she begged, “Chew me, munch me, eat me.”
His tongue lapped up her juicyness with rapid speed, he gulped her dripping, his whole mouth covered her entire vagina, he sucked and sucked with a loud clatter. The inner walls of her cave vibrated, she began to burn with desire. John gave her half-sister a fleeting thought, but then with urgency he returned to what sucked him in, in the first place. Her perfume turned his tongue wild, “You are soooo tasty, poke out your clitty, I’m thirsty for a little stiffy.” She had, amongst her lovely possessions, an extra long clitoris, it grew four inches long at its finest. He masturbated her clitoris with his pouting lips, drinking her slippery stuff and thirsting for more. Her rhythm matched his, he sucked so fast he accidentally gnawed her at the tip and drew blood and by the time she cried for him to stop at her climax, his upper lip and chin looked as though a professional boxer had given him the old one-two. His lips looked bruised and swollen, he looked into her moist eyes, then at her breasts that were upwardly arched at the ends and felt their softness with the palms of his hands. He sucked her stiffened nipples until she screeched with pain.
She unzipped his trousers, he wasn’t wearing any undies and his long penis sprang into action. He finally fuckled her until they had come together, she swallowed his thick and delicious cum. “It feels devine,” she whispered. By this time the PT-141 had worn off. He wasn’t quite sure just what she was doing naked and what he was doing exposed. He thought perhaps she had knocked him out then partially undressed him. He strongly suggested they have duck-baths and redress and they did.
Some folk remember what PT-141 made them do, some do not.
“What’s the next hint on the list?” Ann-Marie drooled.
“Um, Um, oh yeh! Display your collection and betray secrets. We are already a little ahead but I want to describe what I mean in a little more detail. Combine carcass conversation and sound effects, speak with your body.”
“Display and betray, sounds simple,” her evil eyebrows arched just like Melanie’s, her breathing became heavier.
A violent storm was brewing outside and the sky had turned a cold shade of grey, like the dismal colour of ashes, the corpulent clouds a leafy green hue.
“Guide him, tell him exactly how to play by your rules. Speed up, slow down, or hit the brakes honey. Take a left, take a right, you hit the spot better than Mr. Falsey Cock, just right. Actually guide his penis to your entrance with your hand. Help him understand just what gives you the most pleasure. Before you give him the directions tell him: My most explosive orgasms occur when you take off like a bat out of hell, that’ll amuse him. It’s like training a dog to beg, to bring out the ‘little fella’ in him, you be his teacher and he’ll delight in being your student and this is his punishment for spying on the schoolgirls in the change room. You’ve got to have him believe his sexual abilities are the only one of their kind, having no like, or equal or parallel to any other male. Use your breath instead of your voice it sounds more confidential.”
“You mean whisper my wants in his ear, it will make him feel special, as if he is the only one deserving of my affections?”
“Exactly, and when he gets it right, support him with sighs, deep pleasurable sounds like blowing, gasping and puffing, that will really turn him on. Now blend this with carcass conversation, remembering actions speak volumes. So hoist your hips, curve your spine like the shape of the Sydney Harbour Bridge, grip his mane, and pinch his fat. Cast shadows with some candelight as an extra turn on.”
“I worship the image of the penis,” she said seductively. He was breathless, “Rub your nipples all over his body, men would much rather show how to have sexual intercourse than tell. Ask him to demonstrate how to draw his liqueur from his well of abundance. Study all his moves, then ask him to give you a turn, remember practise makes perfect. Tickle his testicles, try some hand and mouth co-ordination when masturbating his shaft.”
“Can you show me how to do it?”
He gazed out of the window watching the crystal rain fall from above quickly turning the dry brown Queensland turf bluey-green again. He closed his eyes, comparing both girls, Ann-Marie was much taller and having less flesh than his LisaAnn, there wasn’t as much to cuddle. The length of her clitty, he had never seen before. She must have the longest little penis in the world, he pondered.
No man in the world had the power to turn her sour heart sweet, but Doctor John Wright. In Ann-Marie’s mind she entertained the same troubled thoughts as LisaAnn the few days before she played up with Terrance and there it was…all of a sudden, the same vision of her half-sister dressed in black with a black veil, mourning her dead husband. She felt the warm red liquid inside her cease its circulation through her veins, it was all too much for her to handle and locked in a daze she fell to the carpeted floor. It was as if the Prince Of Darkness stole her mind in the mystery of the deeds of darkness. As he pinched her cheeks, she awoke, he lifted her from the floor and sat her trembling body on the office chair. God was not pleased with her iniquitous behavior, he watched her trick LisaAnn’s husband. Guilt overwhelmed her, sending her bolting out the door, she jumped into Josef’s dusty Ute and sped off towards home. She hadn’t driven more than one hundred yards past the gate when suddenly a streak of lightening split the sky, it came so close that she lost control of the car, swerved off the road and hit a tree. She fell forward into the steering wheel, horn trumpeting, knocking her unconscious. John witnessed the whole episode from his office window, picked up the telephone and rang for the ambulance. It took three quarters of an hour for the ambulance to arrive. Meanwhile…John rushed from the clinic to the accident scene. He felt for a pulse, it was slow, he decided not to move her until the ambulance arrived.
He grabbed the tarp off the back of the Ute and covered the smashed windscreen to prevent the rain from wetting her. The paramedics gently lifted her from the vehicle the moment they arrived. John displayed his medical identification card and travelled behind in the Prowler ZZ to the Moreton Bay General Hospital close to the city. John rang Josef on his mobile phone informing him that Ann-Marie was involved in an accident and had been admitted to Hospital, the extent of her injuries not yet known. He then rang LisaAnn telling her he would be late in coming home due to the accident.
LisaAnn, Josef and the children all travelled in the Laser to the Hospital.
Suddenly….John remembered every explicit detail in the office before.
The faith John had in God affected his character so deeply, in normal circumstances, nothing could sway him from his principles. He was loyal to his little woman but sometimes in life there comes along a deceiver who has the ungodly power to force a believer in all that is good and proper to sacrifice those principles just like it had been many times for his wife.
Did Satan himself send her to him? He questioned himself silently. What a wicked game to play with such an honourable man. How fortunate for him it ended the way it did, before he became caught up in the most complicated part of the game of show and tell: the addictive art of practising the wide variety of sexual positions with a bad girl who just wants to make that happily married man the man of her hopes and dreams.
John, LisaAnn, Rachel and Ann-Marie at Josef’s home
Chapter Twelve
Ann-Marie had pushed John into her sludgy game easily and speedily without anybody ever knowing. If she did it once, would she do it again? If she survives that is! Her clever manoeuvres outstripped the smoothest operator and for God’s sake John didn’t even know why. He felt Josef’s taste in bed warmers a little dangerous, but the workmanship on this model was nothing sh
ort of marvellous.
LisaAnn’s effusive smile led her husband to believe something was not quite right after she noticed his swollen lips, but chose not to question him about it. Did she, in some way, sense Ann-Marie had played up like a second hand lawn mower with hers truly? But then, a flashback to the episode at the clothesline made perfect sense as to why she was laughing now not crying.
The secret was on the tip of her tongue but she couldn’t spit it out. It was difficult for him to turn to her at this powerless moment. He wanted to run and hide. It was times like these that he wished he was like the invisible man and could just disappear.
For a while, the clatter of bedpans and the shuffling of feet made him nervy, not to mention the uneasiness of emergency procedures verbatim.
After Doctor Clancy announced to them all that she was locked in a serious coma he left. LisaAnn started to make those sounds usual in expressing that sense of the ludicrous then the childish game of which she could not stop playing became uproarious, and the more obscure John’s facial expression became the louder the laugh. He stared at the floor lost for words, his fingers stroking his fiery throat, he tried to join in with laughter but no sound came out. He didn’t get it. “What gives you the right to laugh?” he asked her indignantly.
Her laughing spell wore off the moment Josef repeated the question.
“Excuse me Josef but she’s a troublemaker, nothing but a troublemaker and my mother taught me from an early age to laugh at their antics then they cannot offend me.” She wasn’t about to let the half-breed rock her world. John blushed.
The Doctor returned to the waiting room telling them they should go home and not worry, that nothing much more could be done until she came out of it and that he would keep them informed as to her progress then he walked back to her room.
“This Hospital is like a burial-vault and the evening is spectacular let us head back to the island,” drivelled John and patted Josef’s back like a brother.
The twins had fallen asleep in their pram, Rachel held onto the side, John’s arm linked in his wife’s, they slowly walked towards the carpark.
“It’s hard to believe this sexually-charged sex machine is the girl next door,” he told himself on the way home, Josef and Rachel travelled with him in the Prowler ZZ and Josef used his mobile phone to telephone a towing company to have the car towed to a panel beaters for repair.
When they reached the island he stopped at Josef’s waving him and his little girl farewell then spun the dirt all the way back to his extraordinary home.
Now that her major obstacle had been kicked out of her way she enthusiastically requested tomorrow be sailing day for just her and John.
“Your wish is my command. We shall leave at the first call of the Kookaburra. We can talk about our dreams and laugh at the past.” They wished on the stars that no one comes between them. “In all the time I’ve lived here I have never seen inside those six little huts over there. Would you believe it, I was always too shy to ask?”
“We were so busy solving my problems I guess I never did get a chance to show you through them. I had them built for the children I hoped to have one day. I’ll show you inside the huts if you like. I must open them up and air them and give them a spring clean. I haven’t decorated them, I’d like to let our children do that when they become teenagers, and we’ll have to make sure we maintain them over the years.”
The light brown wavy textured roofs of the little houses were made from old-fashioned Canadian redwood shakes. The outer and inner walls of the A-framed huts were made of stone in a mother-of-pearl colour. The trims were dark chocolate, with views of the water.
When she opened the door to each one and took him on a tour of upstairs and downstairs his comments were all wonderful.
“With a few pieces of gorgeous furniture and a soothing colour scheme we can turn these empty living rooms into places of elegance for our darlings to enjoy growing up in and when they marry they will rear their children here also, it gives us a good excuse to have four more.”
“Oh John, that would be perfect, I can just see them in the future sticking Christmas decorations on the windows. Their old toy chests filled with indoor plants with the lid ajar will brighten those bare corners,” she shared, he crowned his family’s heads with his sweet kisses, telling her the family huts were a great idea and that they would help their family stay close and safe always.
After locking the doors they walked back up to the main house. Before they opened the front door an unusual force locked LisaAnn’s eyes up to the star-sprinkled sky. John turned and observed her sparkling eyes then looked towards the peaceful looking heavens at the diamond chips.
Her eyes dropped to meet John’s colourful eyes saying, “My mother is the brightest star, the star that never ages and the star that never dies.”
“Like you, she radiates always. Her white light holds all the colours of the rainbow,” he told her as they viewed the stream of moonlight passing through the prism, separating the beam into an arrangement of slightly overlapping hues from red through orange, yellow, green and blue to violet appearing miraculously to protect her from further trauma.
Her bereavement over her deceased mother had been like a deep wound wrapping itself around the core of her being. Now she could sense her mother’s presence along with the glorious presence of her trusted love she could feel the energy bathe and soothe that stubborn wound, and with St. John’s Syrup and further talk therapy she had no doubts she would someday be completely healed within.
Her mother and uncle’s delightful music, they had written, paid a handsome two million dollars since the time the compact discs hit the market.
Again 4BQ played Johnny Angel the moment they stepped through the door followed by A Piece Of Pizzicato. It brought a tear to the eyes of Marshall-Justus so proud of his sister’s extreme gift she had left to the music-loving world. He had been reading in a cosy corner in the tearoom off the small entryway.
“Thankyou, unk, for waiting up for us,” said LisaAnn.
“That’s okay. How is the patient?” he asked rather coldly.
“Out to it,” John told him on the outward breath, the lights were turned off after a half hour of chit-chat, the family slept until the sunlight struck the earth.
At the breakfast table LisaAnn told them all, “Unseen pain is the most difficult to treat but over time our Doctor John Wright detects the burden of wretchedness and removes it, replacing it with vibrant health and peace through his perfect character.”
“My policy is that all who come to me for help I will heal.”
It was paradise to be in this man’s company. Day by day he gently led the puzzled and frustrated down a new path of peace and contentment. Insomniacs came to him for ideas on relaxation like getting them to imagine beautiful scenes such as what they’d see if they were on a vacation free from all responsibilities: Lying on a sandy beach watching sailboats glide by on a sunny day. Sitting amongst wildflowers listening to melodic birdsongs. He had them almost feeling the cool spray of a waterfall on their sun-warmed faces, and Pamela-Marie’s and Marshall-Justus’s classical music playing in the background calming them physically as well as mentally.
His intention was never to destroy but to save. Even on his days off, like today, he was likened to a refreshing brook bringing with its flow both harmony and delight.
Jayne prepared a picnic basket for their special day on the water and promised them she would give the twins her undivided attention all day. Inside the picnic basket were pork leg steak and hummus wraps, little fig and Queensland nut fruit cakes and a bottle of maple cooler, James and the team had made and sent from across the seas.
“Today is our day,” LisaAnn remarked, secretly pleased as punch the naked showgirl was trapped in a world of her own way over on the mainland. They dressed with great haste. Her cute figure and gentle nature still had the power to swallow him up with her drowning passion. What bliss it was for her to know she had been his one and on
ly choice through his Doctoring life until the end of last week. For the last seven days and seven nights she had missed his closeness while he worked back at the clinic determined to work on his own. I wonder what Ann-Marie was doing over there at the same time as John was there? LisaAnn silently questioned herself. I hope he hasn’t been involved with her, she told herself quietly.
On sailing trips prior to this one John had beaten her stress with his tender touch. The act of wrapping his strong arms around her delicate frame made her feel safe and secure, gentle kisses on her forehead reminded her of his fatherly love, afternoons of cuddles leading to intimacy too deep to fathom. She adored his undivided attention completely comfortable in his lap of luxury.
They kissed the twins goodbye and roared in the Prowler ZZ to the jetty where the yacht was moored. They climbed aboard and spent the morning being carried by Mister Right on a gentle current of water over the passive bay nibbling tasties and drinking successive mouthfuls of the light liquor, chatting about her troubled past and healing her with his cheekiness to make her laugh not cry. Her snug companion drew her close showering her with affection, keeping in view life’s best by allowing their eyes to rest upon each other’s beauty.
By early afternoon the sky had turned to a more intense blue with not a cloud in sight. They had drifted towards Pelican Banks mooring the yacht there and changed into their swimsuits. John led his lady to amethyst studded rocks instructing her to sit and watch him perform a swallow dive into the crystal clear waters.
LisaAnn clapped her hands in joyful applause cheering, “Very graceful Doctor Wright.” There was no one in sight.
“Thank you, how was my take off?”
“Good vertical entry, perfect arch, even drive and excellent angular movement in flight. I award you the top score. My turn, I hope I don’t lose any points.”
The aspiring young diver sprung from the rocks entering the water with a heavy splash.
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