Hassidic Passion by Jayde Blumenthal Read Free Book Online

would find the right place.  She was ready; he was ready.
    Boldly, Raizy reached down and took hold of it for the first time, feeling the heat of his shaft.  Glad for all her practice in her darkened bedroom at home, she knew exactly where this was supposed to go.  Her pussy was almost dripping with wetness as she guided him expertly to the opening and pushed the tip inside.
    It hurt ; a stretching sensation that burned around the entire opening.  His cock was bigger than her fingers ever had been, and no amount of natural lubrication could erase that fact.  And then he started thrusting.  The burning inside her grew and grew, but there was a different type of heat behind it, a heat she could just barely detect. 
    A faint, hot pleasure that she sensed would only get better and better, each time they did this.

CHAPTER Fifteen               
    Beryl
    He was doing it.
    He was fucking her; he was inside her. 
    Beryl’s mind raced but he knew he didn’t have much time to savor this feeling.  There would be other times, later on, to linger with the pleasure.  He knew what was about to happen, and he had to take control so he wouldn’t come too soon.
    All the times he had thought about fucking, thought about doing it with a girl – some theoretical girl, or with Raizy – he hadn’t imagined how wet it would be.  How she would twitch, squeeze his cock with an almost unbearable tightness.
    He couldn’t tell if she was getting pleasure from this at all.  But, he thought regretfully, it was too late to think about it.  He would pleasure her later.  There were years ahead of them, and he vowed to be a considerate lover.  But first, he had to answer his own body’s urgent needs. 
    His desire had mounted to a mind-blowing mix of pain and pleasure.  He was glad she’d only guided the shaft towards her opening; had she touched the head of his cock, he’d undoubtedly have screamed.  And possibly burst his creamy juices all over her.
    And now he was inside, enveloped, digging, digging deeper into her slippery trench.
    Once, twice, he thrust into her.  He thought he would burst, but held on, held on, and then, with a shout, convulsed, pounding, pounding, pounding his cock into her with waves of brutal pent-up desire.
    And then , release. 
    Beryl was a man now. 
    And Raizy, he thought sleepily… Raizy was his woman.

CHAPTER Sixteen               
    Raizy
    Her mouth tasted disgusting.  Raizy’s eyes were nearly glued shut with fatigue when she woke up the next morning. 
    She stretched her legs – oy, they ached.
    She needed to pee.  There was a strange ache between her legs, too.
    And then she remembered.
    She rolled over and looked.  There was Beryl, lying tranquil, asleep on the pillow next to hers.
    A stranger… a stranger whose body had been all over hers yesterday.
    As if he’d heard something change in her breathing, his eyes opened and he gazed at her, there in her pink nightgown.
    For a second, then he smiled.  Then, at the same moment, they both realized.  Niddah.
    How could she have forgotten?  How had he forgotten?  Raizy blamed herself, though, because these laws were, at their core, the woman’s responsibility.
    Now that he had punctured her last night… she was niddah again.  Somewhere on the sheets beneath them, there would be blood that made her forbidden to him.
    She pulled her nightgown lower, though it already came to her knees.  She had no panties on underneath, and felt self-conscious.  Could he see through the thick cotton to her skin?  Her goosebumps and quivering underneath?
    She still had to pee… and somewhere in her mind she wo ndered if last night had been enough .
    She’d always heard of couples for whom that one time was enough.  Seed and egg, joining on the very first try. 
    She noticed something dribbling down her leg.  Was she peeing already without realizing it?  Then she realized what it must be:  his manly juices.  His seed,