The Anniversary Stories by Lexy Harper Read Free Book Online

notion peculiar and most
unlikely when Helen had related it to him, but suddenly he wondered if there
was any truth in the phenomenon.
    “Press harder,” Florence told him, when a third attempt met with failure.  “You’re not going to hurt me
you know.”
    He took a deep breath and did
as instructed.  Her vaginal walls enclosed him in a snug grasp as he slid just
over half his length inside her.
    This was as far as it was
safe to go, he decided, withdrawing partially and then carefully sliding
forward again.  Her inner walls delicately compressed the head of his penis and
massaged the length of shaft inside her.  The portion left outside felt cold
although it was a warm day.  John wanted nothing more than to bury himself deeply,
to feel the massaging tightness along his entire erection, but he ignored the
devilish voice whispering in his ear and kept his strokes deliberately slow and
shallow, giving her just over half his length and then withdrawing.
    It was enough just to be inside
her.
    After all, half an entry
didn’t mean that she was half ‘fucked’ (to use Sydney’s word).
    Idly, John wondered if the
man’s cock was bigger than his.
    Did it really matter?
    Surely it wasn’t the size of
the tool, but how it was used that mattered.
    Then he remembered Sydney and Florence dancing to Arrow’s Feeling Hot Hot Hot , the only calypso song
he and Helen owned, at the barbeque.
    They had danced in a way that
had made John hot under the collar.
    Time to step up the tempo.
    Imagining the song playing in
his head, John started to rotate his hips.
    “Oh, yes!  Yes!”  Florence immediately moved her hips in counterbalance to his, pressing herself against
him.  And like a warm knife through butter, he slid effortlessly into her to
the crisp hairs of his groin.
    Reaching out blindly, he
clasped her left hand tightly as he felt her movements become more frenzied. 
As soon as her tremors started, he released the mental grip on his control and
let the physical sensations overwhelm him as she climaxed and took him along
for the ride.
    ***
    “P erhaps I should have applied a little
more fake tan,” Helen remarked as she admired the way the honey skin tone
accentuated the sleek muscles of her right leg as she held it up to catch the
light.  “Now I understand why bodybuilders virtually paint themselves orange.”
    “I don’t want an orange
wife.”  John caressed the smooth swell of her stomach.  “An orange wife would
give birth to an orange daughter.”
    She smiled at the silly
comment and relaxed back against him.  Though he wouldn’t have minded twins
again, John was glad that it was a single child this time.  This pregnancy had
been much easier on Helen.  He was pleased that it was a daughter, too. 
Hopefully she will be as light a feeder as her older sister and maybe she would
leave a little milk for her dada.
    “Wouldn’t it be mad if Florence sometimes pretended to be me for Sydney?”  Helen  laughed at the thought.
    “It would be more than mad,
but I don’t think that Sydney is that kind of fellow.”  The man was as serious
as a heart attack.  But then who knew what couples got up to when they were
alone together.  He still couldn’t believe that Helen had pretended to be his sister the previous year and he had made love to her.  The thought still filled
him with shameful excitement.
    “Nice West Indian accent by
the way,” he complimented.
    “I didn’t get it quite right
though.  I sounded more Jamaican than Trinidadian.”
    “Cat?” he asked suddenly,
remembering the bizarre word she had used twice earlier.
    “That’s what Florence calls her pussy.  At first I thought that she had a pet. She was always talking
about ‘washing her cat’.  Then one day I realized that she meant
bathing—washing her pussy.”
    “And is Sydney really a vegetarian?”  John chuckled.
    “Florence says that he
categorically refuses to eat pussies or cats.”  Helen giggled.  Florence was