BOMAW 7-9

by Mercedes Keyes

  "JA-A-AKE!"

  "I'M COMING—I'M COMING!" He yelled back.

  "Not yet, you're not…but give—me—just a lit-tle more time—and our love will surely flow." Vivian sang loud enough for him to hear, grinning in anticipation.

  Jake stood, looking at the door. He eyes rolled back to looking at himself in the mirror. He took a deep breath, and realized he'd come to the bathroom completely naked and for the first time ever, felt like covering himself. The idea set him back so that he had to shake his head.

  "Hang on here, who does she think she is?" He mumbled and opened the door walking out back down the short stint to his room, closing the door.

  She was in the center of the bed on her knees, her delicious rump resting on the heels of her feet. Sheet up the her breast, as if it would seem, eagerly waiting for his return. He stood a moment, trying to maintain his usual self-assured manner. But she was staring right at his limp noodle. As much as her behavior stunned him, set him back a bit, he stirred. Something about her, was purely irresistible.

  "Come here." She invited.

  "Excuse me, let me get things going here." He admonished.

  "No, I wanna get things going. Me…I wanna. Can I ask you something? Come on, honey, come to bed."

  Jake stood there eying her, he wasn't afraid of her—well…just a bit hesitant, playing it off, he asked, "What?"

  "Exactly how big are you? I mean…how long is it? Is it twelve inches?"

  "Of course not!"

  "Eleven?"

  "Not quite." He returned, moving to the bed where she'd flipped the covers back for him to get in.

  "You measure it before?"

  "Yeah…I measured."

  "Really? So, what did you measure?"

  "Why, you gonna run and tell somebody?" He asked, laying back staring up at her, trying to relax into his pillow.

  "No, just curious. So, what is it?"

  He smiled, kinda liking this. "How bad you wanna know?"

  "Not bad enough to do anything to find out from you. I could just measure it myself, you know."

  "Only problem with that is, I'd have to be willing, for you to get it. Can't measure it when it's soft."

  "I know that. Like right now, looking at it…it's almost ready to measure now." She reached over and touched the silky smooth skin, slowly filling up and soon would be taut, encasing the very impressive phallus. Her hand caressed him, and then wrapped her fingers around him, he was almost completely hard as he lay back; his hands clasped behind his head, his eyes closing with the pleasure of her touch. Her palm went in slow caressing circles around him moving towards the head, messaging him, and then started moving slowly back down to his thickening base, and the heavy testicles that lay between his thighs like extra large eggs. She cupped them, they were heavy. He groaned, flexing his hips.

  "That feel good?" She asked.

  "Of course it does. Feels real good. And I'm telling you now, I better be the only man you'll be doing this to. Thought you didn't like sex?"

  "First, you're the only man I ever intend to ever do this to again. Second, I never said I didn't like it, I just said I wouldn't be used. I'm in love with you. Are you in love with me?"

  "Sss, ohhh, you know I am…aaaah…that feels so good." He closed his eyes tight, grinding his teeth. She had her finger playing right around the crown of his head and moving it towards the tip. A seepage of semen oozed from the hole. She used it with her fingertip to tease around it.

  "So…" She carried on, letting her fingertip stimulate, arouse him, so that he was gyrating his hips upward, stabbing at air with his standing erection. "…how big is it, how long?"

  "Emmm, can we talk about this later…ohhh, come here—I wanna kiss you."

  "Not yet…tell me, answer my question and then we can, uh—move on to other things."

  "I am exactly, ten and three quarters, just a bit shy of it, ohhh…ohhh—yeah…about an eighth shy—come here, Vivian."

  "No…not yet." She smiled. To hell with her mother, he looked wonderful. She leaned down and licked up the back of it, and went around it, sucking and tasting him, her hands squeezing his nuts.

  "Ohhh, lil'girl…what are you doing to me?" Jake groaned, digging his head back into the pillow. She went completely around him, but stayed away from the head of it. She wasn't ready for that part yet, but if she did this right, she wouldn't need to. She kissed up his body as her hands stayed busy rubbing him. One hand below, the other caressing across his chest, feeling his hard nipples. She pinched one—hard.

  "AH! What are you—ooohhh…Vivian, come here."

  She continued to explore with her lips and hands, and finally worked her way up to his lips, and slowly lifted a leg over his body to straddle his groin, not yet willing to let him enter her body. His hands went to her hips, gripping them; he wanted to lift her up, guide himself, to sink into her. Memory of how incredibly tight and delicious she was, made him throb and ache to insert at least the head of him. She wouldn't let him. "No, I like kissing you…kiss me…kiss me like you did this morning, I love the way—" Letting go of her hips, he grabbed her head and pulled her mouth to his, angling his head to the side, he began kissing her as she wanted him to, stopping her words with the act. His hips moving, rubbing the side of his penis against her moist heat. Another reason he hated his length; if there was less of him, he could draw back, line up and impale her. No chance of that. She knew it as well. Because she was mimicking that move again. Rubbing her wet heat against him. Closing her thighs enough to catch him up right in the juncture, and now her thighs and heat were caressing him as if a mouth.

  He stopped kissing her and stared into her eyes, holding her face a mere half an inch from his, she was staring right into his eyes, and moving against him. It felt so good, he wanted to put just a bit in, he was about to say it, she knew. "No…not until I'm ready…not until you're ready. Now, kiss me some more, I like it."

  He brought her mouth back to his, and kissed her as she requested. She shifted up so, that he thought she would now let him in—wrong, she only lifted so that his erection now lay between their bodies. Arching her back, she began rubbing it with her heat, grinding on it, riding the back of it, up and down it, spreading her wetness over it. Jake thought he was losing his mind, but he'd be damned if it didn't feel as good as having it licked and kissed. It was the way she moved on it. He pushed her face away again, still holding it, looking at her. "You ready yet?" He asked. "No…kiss me some more." Holding her head, he kept her in place and slid lower beneath her until he could reach her breasts and started suckling them. She cried out, "Ohhh, yeah, I like that too…"

  "Yeah?" He asked, sucking in a nipple and then letting it go to ask.

  "Yeah."

  He did them both, realizing if he slid a bit more, he might be able to touch her entrance with his throbbing, taut head. He really needed to be inside of her now, the sensation was getting to him. He had a feeling, he wasn't going to be dragging this out, either. She had him feeling tight, he could feel pressure already—the sensation of wanting to ejaculate. "Let me ease in just a little bit, Vivian?" He asked.

  She was finally ready. With her hands on either side of his head, she pulled her feet beneath her, her knees up to crouch over him in a squat-like position, where she could control her movements. She visualized what would be done if a mouth were on him, and using her strong thigh muscles, she lowered herself onto his thick head. Both of them cried out when it touched her entrance. She eased down just a bit past the head, he was stiff, solid and thick, not easy to move on, but she moved, began a rotating, rolling, rocking motion, that made her soft, hot walls caress the head; and then every so many moves, she eased down on him, squeezed and pulled up like a sucking motion.

  "FUCK—WHAT THE FUCK!"

  Oh, yeah, mama was right. Vivian kept her eyes on him and used every muscle in her thighs, butt and stomach to treat him to something he would never forget. She'd shift one way, and then the next, up off it, squeezing her tunnel m
uscles and then pushed down; every time, she'd go further and further down his length, careful not to take in too much. It was hard work, she could feel perspiration forming on the surface of her skin, using muscles for this, while keeping control was hard work, and the last thing she wanted was to hurt herself with him. Jake started shaking his head, "VIVIAN! FUCK…what the hell is that? FUCK!"

  "You like that? Hmmm…you like that? Hmm, big daddy? What about that…like that move there?"

  "Fuckin' hell…ooohhh—what are you doin' to me?" Jake felt his toes curl, his feet arching and twisting.

  She began a repetitious move that was very close to a mouth going up and down on him, squeezing her butt muscles, clenching him and pulling up off and then pushing back down again. "Say my name, baby…who the hell is your woman? Hm…who?"

  "Oh, hell…Black Velvet—VI-VI-A-A-AN! Baby…baby…baby—movin' on me like that…" Jake whimpered, he was gonna come. He wanted to come, he didn't wanna wait, to hell with waiting, but he had to hold it back. He shook his head, growling.

  "If you're careful, promise not to hurt me, you can get up—and I'll stay here on my knees, get it from behind."

  "Oh, yeah…oh yeah…" Jake withdrew and they shifted positions, he grabbed her hip with one hand, and guided himself back into her tight folds with the other. "Don't move, let me do all the work." She suggested, feeling herself throb from the size of him stretching her, filling her. Jake nodded his head and she reared back on him, taking him in so far and started the move again, she was really feeling sore, but didn't care, she needed to do this to him and she was enjoying it.

  "I AM FUCKIN'—LOVIN'—YOUR PUSSY!" He growled, gnashing his teeth, bracing himself, trying to shake back the need to come. "OH, LIL' GIRL—LIL' GIRL …emmm …Vivian —Godahmighty—Vivian!" It had been a long, long time since he'd had to fight off cutting loose. He couldn't do it, he had to fight it back, he would not come and not make sure she did as well; grinding his teeth, he leaned forward and began fondling her slick wet clit, knowing just how to stimulate, waiting to catch her rhythm, her flow and motion; he let her use her own gyrations to stimulate him and her at the same time by holding his fingers right where she needed them. It was working, he noted an immediate change in her. Her body was growing tense, she moved against his fingers in way that he knew was building to something, there was a sheen of sweat covering her, as her back flexed. He looked down to watch the motion of her hips and thought he would lose him mind, the contrast of their skin up against each other, to see her dark, lovely bottom working back on him made him shake his head, it was getting tougher, he could feel it building, a keen edge was working its way to his long shaft.

  "I love you, dammit! Momma was right…momma was right—Oh, momma—you were so—god-damn right! Oh, baby, come on, now—I'm gonna blow." He had to warn her.

  "JAKE!" She screamed his name and rolled back and started coming, the electrodes of a passion-lit orgasm had her screaming his name, enough to let him let it go. He did, holding still as he once again loaded her up. He didn't push in all the way this time, didn't need to. Right where he was, did it for him. His body quaked as the fluid leaving his body seemed to go on and on, making him curl his toes and cry out, "OOOOHHH, YEAH! VIVIAN—OHHH, YEAH!" His face contorted, followed by a whimper, as the last was spent.

  Vivian fell forward away from him, and Jake turned and fell beside her on his back, his body trembling from shock waves passing over him. Blowing and shaking from the mind-blowing climax. He glanced over at her. Her lovely back and backside was gleaming. He reached over and placed his hand on her butt cheek, giving it a squeeze and muttered as if he were drunk, "My…ass. All mine."

  Vivian chuckled, but couldn't muster the strength to lift her head to look at him. Jake leaned up and over and kissed her sweaty back and then leaned down and kissed her backside, giving it another squeeze. "I swear to God, you sitting on - a million dollars, baby, and don't even know it." He kissed it again.

  * * *

  Derrick and his family were back over. Lucas and Lydia were back as well, as they promised. Shanna had slept late. In fact, once Sylvia and Shawn rose, he made her go upstairs into their room, climb back in bed for more sleep. She did so willingly. She was exhausted. She usually didn't sleep so well. It definitely had something to do with being under her brother's roof. Being with Shawn. It was like she could relax every muscle in her body. There was no need to blink awake, listening for sounds, wondering which window was not locked. Were the doors locked? Did she need to get up and check? And if too afraid to move, she would lay in the night, staring, praying until she dozed back off, to wake maybe a few moments later to wonder again, if he was coming for her finally.

  In his bed, she curled up and was knocked out.

  Shawn, Mundo, DJ, Marcus and Derrick were in his office with the door closed. Everyone else was getting ready to go to Wisconsin Dells. Sylvia, Crystal, Angela, were taking her parents and the boys to the Dells. They were only waiting on Angela to finish speaking with her mother, Deidre - whom she'd called, as Sylvia told her to do. Meribel and her younger crew were going along. Derrick, DJ, Marcus and Mundo would be joining them after a while. Once Shawn talked with Lucas a while and made plans with him to visit, probably along with his father, he joined the others to leave. It took some doing, but they were finally gone and the house returned to peace and quiet. No one heard from Jake and Vivian—and thought they'd better not bother them, because of course—they were alone there—and no one needed to wonder why they hadn't shown up yet that day.

  Mundo was first to start telling Derrick and sons what happened deep in the morning hours. DJ & Marcus could not believe that the man they saw, had been wanting to confront, was in fact Shanna's soon-to-be ex-husband. Neither one of them could remember what vehicle he'd driven up in, and Shawn really wanted to know. He explained as well what was going on, and told Derrick the precautions in place to protect Shanna. Derrick sighed, shaking his head.

  "You know, I had a gut feeling about him. Dad positively hated this guy in a way I should have known…that something was not right about him. Shanna never once spoke up. She could have called me at any time, I would have gone and gotten her, without hesitation." Derrick stated, feeling his gut ache over it.

  "Yeah, well, for whatever reasons that she didn't, it doesn't matter now. All that matters, is that she's here. Derrick, I can tell you now, God help him, if I set eyes on him, and he's in my reach."

  "Shawn, you're not a teenager anymore—you have a family—"

  "Derrick—don't start. Okay? Don't even waste your breath going there. I know what I have. I know how old I am. It still doesn't change one fact, that she's my baby sister, and has been put through hell because of that sonofabitch. She's left, it's done—yet he keeps coming back. Why? Hm?"

  Derrick looked away, he knew how it could be. They'd all seen the news. All heard reports of women leaving abusive spouses, only to be stalked, found, raped or beaten, and much too often, killed. Killed because there was nothing in place to apprehend and deal with the men whom were a threat to them. No matter how much a woman cried, pleaded and begged to be protected, no matter what she said he was capable of, no action could be taken until the act was committed. So where did that leave them? Where did it now leave their baby sister?

  "Last night, after everyone left, she was laying in there sleeping, and I was scared to go to bed. I mean, she was right there…but—I didn't wanna leave her." Shawn shook his head. "I sat here for a while, worked a bit, and started looking at things on the internet. I downloaded this clip and thought I'd lose my mind. Look at it." He told all four of them, walking to his computer; he clicked into a file, brought up his windows media player and let a clip run for them to watch. It was of a young woman in another country being interviewed about what she'd gone through to hide from her abusive husband, how frightened she was of him and was in fact afraid to be talking to the reporter, the woman interviewing her—when suddenly, from out the side of the camera, a man walk
ed up, put a gun to her head and started firing. The reporter dashed away from her, screaming—terrified for her life—but the camera, jerking and moving away, still caught the abusive husband standing over her, his wife—who'd been hiding out, emptying the gun into her as she already lay dead.

  It was real. No act.

  "Ah, man…what the hell?" DJ grabbed his stomach, wishing he hadn't looked. Marcus was stunned, and Mundo stood with his mouth covered. Derrick looked away, Shawn clicked it off. "That—will not be Shanna. You hear me, Derrick? That will not be Shanna. So, don't tell me, to let—the law handle it. Don't tell me, as long as she's here—she'll be okay. No way. As long as he's out there—she's not safe—period."

  "Well, Shawn, what can be done?" Derrick asked, and wished he hadn't. Shawn gave him a look and he knew that look. He glanced away from him. His sons were present, he didn't wish to get into it with Shawn over what he was thinking.

  Shawn's answer was to say simply, "I'm working that out. Don't worry about it, you get going—your wife will be looking for you."

  Derrick nodded, feeling his gut tighten with nervous agitation. He feared for Shawn sometimes, feared for him because, he of all people knew the things that Shawn could be capable of. Knew because—he'd witnessed how Bart, his father, had been with him. Heard and saw his father's ranting about the war. About Vietnam. He'd witnessed his father holding Shawn by the shoulder, holding on tight, talking into his face, in crazy rages, telling him over and over, what was his responsibility when it came to them, drilling him, filling his head with ways to protect them. Things to do to the human body. How to be. How to plot. How to plan. How to sneak up on your opponent, your enemy—or, how to set a trap and then wait for them to fall into it. How many times had he watched his brother suffer with their father, and endure him, just so that he would leave them—him and Jake, alone? How many times had he sat on the porch, seen his father come out the woods, covered in dirt, leaves, soot and call for Shawn. The dreaded look on Shawn's face when he stepped down off the porch to go to him, and then together, they would disappear into the woods.