Roman and Christine 2

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By William DuPain


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Warning: If you're looking for hard, fast, non-stop sexual scenes
in a story, as I often do myself, this story probably isn't for
you. It does have explicit scenes, but its sentiment tends toward
the romantic. (MF-FF-MFF).


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The next day Gene contacted the junior college in Ankeny, and
made arrangements with the trade instructor there about hiring
some of his class to help out with the project.



He also inquired about faux artist that might be available to
help with the interior restoration of the old mansion. He found a
team and made arrangements to have them start in the old first
floor library, where Roman would headquarter his operation.



Rachel arrived that afternoon to see Paula and say hello to
Christine they chatted girl talk for a good while but Rachel
never said a word about her rendezvous with Roman.



When Rachel paused at the door Christine was there to give her a
farewell hug. As the two embraced Rachel's hand dropped to the
top of Christine's buttock, and Christine swore she could feel
the slightest stroke tingle her cheek.



Rachel left the house pleased that her first signal to Christine
had been noticed. She might have to share Roman, but she sure as
hell wasn't about to lose him, now that she had just discovered
him.



Rachel motored smoothly down the quiet city streets as she made
her way toward the mansion and her lover. She arrived at the
riverfront house and went in without knocking, she found her man
in the old library.



There was a cot along one wall now and someone had helped Roman
move one of the huge upstairs desks beneath a window. She watched
him before walking in, as he leaned over a pile of blueprints.



He was so handsome with his strong features and broad shoulders.
As he leaned one thick lock of his raven hair had fallen over his
eye and it made him look incredibly sexy.



"All work and no play ... you know," she said to him as she
walked in.



He looked up at the sound of her voice and smiled as she
approached him. Her arms went around his neck, as she stretched
upward on her tippy toes to kiss him.



"You look incredibly sexy," he told her.



"Why sir, whatever do you mean, and what exactly is the intent of
your statement sir!" she teased with a mock southern drawl.



"I intend to use you until you're sore ... and then use you some
more, my lovely belle," he tossed back at her.



"Then sir, I think we should begin," she said before kissing him
again.



He took her there ... on the desk, kneeling between her legs when
she was undressed. His tongue took possession of her body, and
made her lust its willing slave.



Over the course of the next ten minutes or so Rachel screamed,
sobbed, went soft as he tongued her, then became frustrated and
cursed him. With Rachel, when passion was in play, logic went out
the window, and Roman liked it that way.



After she'd begged him to take her he slammed his flinching
muscle deep into her burning passage. Rachel moaned loudly as his
raging cock entered her body, then sat up, his cock still deep
inside her, and told him she loved him.



Roman was unrelenting and savage in his use of her body, and
Rachel loved every second of it. They were two hearts blended
together, striving for a common goal, the physical seal of their
mutual affection.



She went completely radical when she achieved orgasm her body
trembled fiercely, and her inflection went shamefully crimson.
When she was finished, Roman picked her up cradling her ass in
his palms her legs locked around his hips.



He walked to the wall and leaned back against it still holding
her close, as her hands held him at both sides of his face. She
held him that way as she showered his lips was a barrage of light
sweet kisses.



They made love several times that night and she slept next to him
on the brass day bed snuggled tightly against him, her butt next
to his groin. Roman slowly stroked her hair and upper arm, until
her small form was silent and still ... and her dreams embraced
the wavering shadows of night.



He had slept wonderfully that night and as he crawled out of the
shadow of sleep he could hear the birds singing around the old
mansion. His new love was missing; he struggled to the side of
the bed and slid on his boxers.



He staggered down the hall making his way toward the head, where
he intended to make his morning water. He pulled down his shorts
and grabbed his dick, then winced painfully. Reminded immediately
of the strenuous workout the little guy had gone through last
night.



A bit more conscious now Roman headed for the coffee pot on the
big desk next to the window.  That's where he found Rachel's
note.



Good morning Lover:


   Thanks for last night Roman; you're a wonderful lover. I
didn't want to wake you this morning, you were too cute curled up
in a little ball that way, but I did kiss you before I left love,
and pinched your butt.



  I am going to Paula's to say hello and see my other relatives,
then afterward, some shopping. I'll fix supper for you, unless
you're afraid to try my kitchen chemistry, or you could just
nibble me again love. Smile!



Be back this afternoon for my encore and bring a treat ... me, so
be good, oh ... you are good baby, so very damn good. Sigh!



My love to you,
               Rachel




He made the build and then plugged the receptacle into the wall
socket afterward making straightaway for the shower. Later,
showered, shaved, and decently covered and with enough caffeine
in him to get it going, he sat out to tackle the business of the
day.



He fired up the old ford pickup Gene had left for him to use and
headed out.

*****


Rachel sat with Paula and Christine at the kitchen table in the
Burkett parent's home. Chatting and making plans for their day of
shopping, actually Rachel and Paula's day of shopping.



Christine decided it was too risky to run with the girls in
public and risk the chance of bumping into Roman, because there
would be no explaining that mishap.



Later that day when the two girls had returned Christine took
Rachel aside as she was leaving and asked her if she intended to
return to the mansion that day. Because if she was, Gene had some
electrical schematics he wanted Roman to take a look at.



Faking it, Rachel said she hadn't intended to return but would be
happy to drop them off for her if she wanted. Christine handed
Rachel the manila envelope and wished her a pleasant day.



Rachel promptly laid the envelope on the small table that stood
at the entrance. Then placed her arms around Christine and hugged
her.



"I so admire your determination Christine and the dedication you
have to your husband," she whispered low in her ear.



Christine felt Rachel's light touch on her breast and the
sensation of her nails as they lightly teased her nipple while
she spoke. She was instantly shocked, but at the same time her
body shivered with the sensation of those warm hands and their
teasing tickles.



Rachel kissed her lightly on the lips, and then rushed through
the door and out to her car. Christine stood there dumbfounded
for a moment before she noticed the envelope still lying on the
table.



She picked it up and headed for her car, she knew from talking to
Gene this morning that Roman would be out for most of the day.
While it was a risk traveling there she knew she could be
cautious enough not to get caught.



This had been the second time this week that Rachel had touched
her inappropriately. And Christine was beginning to wonder if she
were bi, or gay. Not that it had been unpleasant; she hadn't been
with anyone since Roman had left that night, but now she was
curious.



She looked for the old pickup Gene had left for Roman's use as
she pulled up in front of the mansion and didn't see it, but she
did see Rachel's car. When she had parked and then gone through
the front door she announced herself loudly for Rachel's benefit.



"I'm in the library," the young blond had answered.



Christine entered the library where Rachel was and calmly stepped
over to stand beside the great desk situated beside the window.
She stripped until she stood in her underwear and high heels
only.



If she were right, she knew Rachel would make a move on her very
soon. She had decided on the way over to find out. once and for
all what was up with the lovely college student.



As Christine gazed out the window at the spectacular view of the
river, she felt Rachel move behind her. Christine's next
sensation was the feel of Rachel's small warm hands on her
shoulders.



"It's been a long time since you've been with a man hasn't it
Christine?" Rachel asked.



"Yes, a long time," Christine whimpered! She could feel Rachel's
hands moving lower to her buttocks.



Christine felt the inviting warmth of her touch through her sheer
panties and her body shivered, as she realized that Rachel
intended to have her. She wouldn't resist, it had been too long
since she held another human being in her arms.



When the light, delicate touch of Rachel's nails circled the
waistband of her panties and stopped above her mound, Christine
shuddered with a sob. She could feel the lips of her entrance
slowly opening, and her small button begin to extend itself
between the warm folds of her body.



"I know what you need Christine ... please let me help you,"
Rachel whispered softly in her ear.



"Yes Rachel ... please!" Christine whimpered, as Rachel's hands
and lips continued to awaken her lust.



Rachel's fingers slowly entered the ornate panties Christine wore
and headed for the moist folds of her treasure. The busty blond
sank her teeth into the side of Christine's neck and gently
sucked the flesh into her mouth. Her tongue teased the velvet
smooth skin, as both hands squeezed the hot mound she held in her
palms.



"Oh Rachel ... more baby!" Christine panted.



Rachel raised one hand to Christine's nipple, as her other,
slowly loved the flinching flesh of Christine's hard clit. As
Rachel's stern fingers clamped down on her nipple, Christine bent
slightly and shivered hard against the warmth of her lover's
body.



"Christine, I'm going to tongue that hot looking cunt of yours
until you explode baby and cover my face with your juice ...
would you like that my love?" Rachel asked forcefully.



Without warning, or the slightest signal, Christine spun around
and grabbed two handfuls of the blonds richly colored hair. Using
both for leverage, she forced the lovely Rachel Tonsi down on her
knees in front of her.



Rachel looked up at the stunning brunette with complete shock and
surprise in her eyes. Her face was scant inches away from the
object she longed to love, and she could smell the heated spice
of Christine's arousal across the short distance between them.



"Remove my panties, fold them neatly, and lay them on the desk
... slut," she told her captive beauty!



Without a word Rachel moved in compliance to complete her lover's
wishes, she held Christine's hand, as the lusty brunette stepped
gracefully out of the bright undergarment.



When she had finished she stood in front of Christine her eyes on
the floor. "Look at me slut," the brunette ordered, and Christine
noted the fear in her eyes, as the vivid blues swept up to the
level of her own gaze.



It was not fear of physical compromise, but of rejection, in
spite of her confidence and commanding beauty. She was still,
just a small girl longing to be tenderly held and gently
reassured.



"I'm sorry if I've displeased you!" she said shyly.



Christine slowly kissed the soft lips of the uncertain creature
in front of her, their tongues touching, igniting the chemistry
that would become their mutual lust.



"I'm sorry ..." Rachel moaned again into her mouth.



"You did nothing Rachel ... it must to be this way or I couldn't
be with you and I'm sorry if I startled you lover," she
explained.



Christine's hands squeezed the ample breasts of her lover, as her
tongue strove for the back of her throat. Rachel's own tongue
matched the enthusiasm of her new mistress, as her fingers
lightly explored the high jutting rise of her mound.



It was all very erotic Christine mused, as she drank deeply from
the well of lust in the energetic mouth of her young college
lover. Rachel teased the tender flesh Of Christine's labia, her
fingers like shadows of substance, subtly driving the heated
arousal of the striking brunette to new highs.



"Oh God Rachel ... oh baby, you don't know how bad I need this,"
Christine moaned into her lovers hot mouth.



Christine broke the embrace and lay back on the desk behind her,
her eyes pleading with Rachel to break the heavy chains of her
long denied passion.



"Oh Rachel ... fuck me, please fuck me with that hard, hot tongue
of yours baby!" Christine shamelessly begged her new lover.



Rachel's body shook with lust, as she heard Christine's pitiful
plea for orgasm. She new it was more of course, the woman's long,
deep desire, for intimate human companionship was the true basis
of her plea, and it touched Rachel deep in her heart.



She looked down at Christine ... open, vulnerable, and wanting,
and was filled with sadness. By the fact that any human would be
denied the necessary, and essential spiritual food of human love,
and physical contact for this long.



Rachel lovingly caressed the prone body that lay in front of her,
her soft hands producing a gentle whimper from the lips of her
tortured lover. With sobs still flowing freely from between her
lips, Christine arched her body urgently to meet the loving hands
now caressing her hungry flesh.



The strength and intensity of Christine's need touched Rachel
with pain somewhere deep in her spirit. It was at that precise
moment that Rachel fell in love with the beautiful Christine
Pirelli, determining in her own mind she would always be there
for her.



A tear rolled down her cheek as she lowered her mouth to cover
her lover's nipple, the sensation of her touch causing Christine
to arch sharply against the warmth, and cry out savagely with the
pleasure of her touch.



Rachel captured Christine's leg between hers and boldly smashed
her thigh against the brunettes protruding mound. Grinding
herself into the folds of her hot organ with great force, as her
teeth teased the suffering flesh of her breast.



Her tongue ceased its brutal lashing at Christine's breast and
began a slow, sensual journey, toward the creative fires that
roared between her wide-open legs.



She could smell the woman's need and read the tension of her body
as she rushed toward that explosion of pleasure that would free
her at last. Her palms flew up and down the well-toned abdomen
and hips of the brunette's shapely body as her tongue slowly
approached its final destination.



Rachel's tongue softly traced the contours of Christine's swollen
labia as the woman bucked frantically against her mouth. When
Rachel's tongue at last lashed out against Christine's clit,
Christine bit down hard on her lower lip to stifle her scream.



There, in Christine's eyes, was a look of sheer desperation, as
the pleasure she felt completely dominated her consciousness. It
swept aside her control, and consumed her shame, then became the
single, predominate experience, of her mind.



Rachel lapped furiously at the fluids Christine's organ was
dumping out on her thighs. As the salty brunette continued to beg
her lover for release, her fingers clutching Rachel's hair, and
forcefully pulling her tongue deeper into her opening.



Rachel moved her tongue back to her lover's clit and forced two
of her fingers roughly into Christine's burning cunt. As Rachel's
fingers fucked Christine hard, Christine cried out her lover's
name over and over again.



"Faster Rachel ... please fuck me faster," Christine begged.



Rachel moved her free hand to Christine's nipple and viced down
hard on the brunette's breast, as she slammed three fingers into
her sopping cunt as deeply as she could. Over and over Rachel
slammed her fingers into the insatiable hunger of Christine's hot
opening, as Christine bucked wildly against the brutal fucking
she received from her Rachel's hand.



"Oh Rachel ... oh baby this is it!" Christine moaned.



That's when Christine's ass arched high off the desk and froze in
mid air and her thick, rich fluids, inundated the hand that was
fucking her. She fell apart sobbing, as she held Rachel by the
wrist forcing her fingers deeper into her hungry opening, while
her pussy convulsed tightly around Rachel's pumping fingers.



Christine collapsed back against the desk her breath rapid; her
cheeks flushed deeply, her moisture evident everywhere on her
thighs and the desktop. She took hold of Rachel's hand as she
smiled up at the blond, and gently squeezed it.



Rachel smiled inwardly as Christine lay quietly and regained her
composure, pleased that she had witnessed the passing of her
storm. The cast of Christine's features was softer now and there
was a gentle sheen in her wide, listless eyes, which had not been
there before.



"I love you Christine, the storm has passed and peace is yours
again ... for awhile," she giggled.



Christine pulled the beautiful blonds face level with her own and
kissed her softly. "I liked you the first time we met Rachel but
it has grown into something much deeper now," and she kissed the
full, soft lips of her lover once more.



Christine had one wild encounter with another woman when she was
in college, but it had never approached the depth or sensitivity
of this event with Rachel.



Christine stood and placed her lips against Rachel's and kissed
the blond, as her hands found and squeezed her bountiful breasts.
As tenderly as she knew how Christine brought the gorgeous Rachel
Tonsi to orgasm several times after that.



They cuddled for a long time after they were finished, Christine
had taken nearly everything out of the spirited blond and left
her weak and completely satisfied.



"You're a wonderful lover," Rachel told her. And the striking
brunette had stroked her hair and kissed her softly in response.



"I need to leave tomorrow and return to Omaha Rachel, there are
some papers at the bank I need to sign and other matters to
attend to there. I will miss you, please take care of my Roman
while I'm away wont you," she said.



"I would do anything you asked of me Christine, I'll take care of
your husband, make sure he's fed and healthy," Rachel told her
with a giggle.



"I suppose I had better leave now before he returns and catches
me here," Christine said as she got up to dress.



"How long will you be gone Christine?" Rachel asked her.



"I'll try and be back by Tuesday, I'd like to see you again then
lover," she told Rachel.



"Anytime, any place you want me Christine, I'll be waiting for
you love," she told her.



The two stood closely together as they paused at the front door,
their hands loving each other's bodies. They kissed then, their
tongues probing the heat of each other's mouths; they were both
left shaking and breathless at the break.



Christine looked into the eyes of her lover and saw once more the
fires of her longing, there was a pleading there she knew she
couldn't answer now.



"Goodbye love," she whispered as she turned and made her exit.



Rachel smiled as leaned back against the door that Christine had
just left through. Her plan was working, she had now made love to
both the husband, and the wife, and she now knew she would be
successful.



Rachel showered and then sat quietly waiting for Roman to return,
she thought about recent events involving Roman, and his wife
Christine. She supposed some would consider her calculating, but
she didn't care.



All that Rachel understood was this, that after her first
lovemaking session with Roman, she simply couldn't let him out of
her life. That's why she had seduced his wife; she knew that they
would eventually get back together again.



But when they did, she wanted both of them to feel as if they
couldn't go on without her friendship. She was aware of
Christine's strong feelings for her husband. And this was the
only way she could insure that she would be in Romans life in the
future.



Once he learned the truth about what had actually happened he
would be right back in Christine's arms again, and she herself
would be an outcast.



Rachel nodded off for as she sat there and only awoke when she
heard Roman coming through the front door. Her heart leapt at the
sound of his approaching footsteps.



She jumped from the coach and ran toward him, hurling herself
into his arms, her legs locked around his middle and her arms
slung around his neck.



Her lips crashed hard against his, as she squeezed him as hard as
her small arms could.



"I have been a good girl and waited quietly for you my Lord," she
whispered in his ear.



"Shouldn't my patience be rewarded my love," she said as her
teeth teased his lobe.



Roman, being totally surprised by her greeting was momentarily
knocked off balance. But as she continued to kiss and paw him ...
and the heat of her mound warmed his belly, he felt the old
familiar stirring.



"I suppose there should be a reward of some kind wench, for your
obedience," he chuckled.



Rachel lowered herself to the floor slowly, making sure she
passed over his growing member with her warm pussy on the way
down. She took his hand and led him to the old overstuffed
recliner at the other end of the library.



"Sit my Lord ... and I'll bring refreshments for you," she told
him as he seated himself.



Rachel kneeled in front of him and began to unlace the strings of
his shoes and pulled each off in turn, smiling at him when she
was finished.



"Wait until I return Lord and don't move please," she told him.



She hurried off to the kitchen down the hall and was only gone a
short while. She came in and stood in front him in the sheer lace
bra and bikini undies she wore and busied herself placing the
small service table she brought at his side.



She sat the glass of red wine beside him and said, "Don't leave
my Lord I shall return shortly." Rachel had Paula to thank for
the little game she was now playing with Roman. Christine had
once confided to Paula about how much Roman loved to play it, and
Paula had in turn told Rachel.



Rachel returned with a tray of cheeses, black olives and assorted
crackers for Roman's enjoyment and placed the tray beside him as
well. She had picked up all the little refreshments on her outing
with Paula.



"You flatter me with your service wench, but there is another
hunger that needs satisfying," he told her as he took a long pull
from his wine glass.



"And is it a hunger this maid might help you with sir," she said
smiling, as she toyed with the lace at the top of her stockings.



"You may indeed prove useful, you've been naughty today haven't
you wench. Don't lie to me, I can see it in your eyes," he told
her roughly.



"Please don't be angry with me my Lord, but while picking up
supplies for your mansion I happened upon a knave working in the
local bakery. He had an enormous bulge in his pants and I
couldn't take my eyes off of it. Before I had finished my
business their, my panties were completely soaked," she recited.



"I was so hot that when I came home and entered my Lords mansion
I threw myself on his bed and fucked myself with my own fingers.
I felt so wicked and very ashamed when I was finished sir ...
will you punish me now my Lord?" she asked him.



"Wench, you know that correction is warranted, now lay yourself
across my knees and I shall purify you of this transgression!" he
told her.



"Yes my Lord ... will it hurt sir?" she asked timidly.



"I'm afraid it shall my wayward wench!" he responded.



"Yes sir," she replied, before laying her body prone across his
knees.



Roman began gently with her, a salvo of light playful slaps, with
a break to manipulate her clit and explore the folds of her
mound. She sighed heavily when he passed over her clit.



Smack! ... Smack! ... Smack! These blows were a little harder
this time but still not excruciatingly stressful.



"I'm so sorry sir, please forgive!" she whimpered.



"You'll be sorrier before I'm finished with you wench!" he
thundered.



"Yes sir," she replied meekly.



"Smack! ... Smack! ... Smack! Roman rained down a torrent of
well-metered blows against the stunning ass of Rachel Tonsi.



"You know that desiring any man but me is a sin, you also know
that you are not allowed to use my pussy without my express
permission don't you slut!" his voice deep and menacing as the 
game went forward.



"Yes sir, but your slut is very sorry sir, please have mercy!"
she begged. She smiled as she felt his fingers enter her passage
again and fuck themselves rapidly into her body, flaring the heat
he had already created there.



The sting of his slaps were bearable and exciting, when mingled
with the probing his fingers performed on her pussy, she was
beginning to enjoy this game almost as much as he did.



"Mercy ... before I'm through you won't need mercy, you'll be too
afraid to ever do something like this again slut!" he roared.



He delivered a meaningful round of blows to Rachel's ass that
left her squirming and her cheeks hot. But afterward, he slammed
three fingers into her now sopping cunt, as she squirmed in
pleasure over his rock hard cock.



"Oh yes sir," she cooed as his fingers deepened the pleasure of
her cunt.



"You like it don't you slut?" he asked her.



"Yes sir, and if you'd give your slut the chance she'd prove it
to you sir," she responded. Rachel ass was smarting now, but she
was also hot enough to come ... and she wanted to fuck, badly!



"Then you will have your chance," he told her, and with that he
rolled her off his lap.



Rachel turned and immediately began to disrobe her lover,
unbuckling his belt and then tugging his pants off. When she
pulled his boxers off his large, stiff cock sprang into view,
making her mouth water.



"Suck me slut until he's proud!" he told her.



"Sir, do you like the way your slut sucks your cock?" she asked a
little too enthusiastically.



Roman simply smiled at her, as she ran her tongue rapaciously
around the head of his stiff cock. As he swelled, she ran her
mouth along the sides of it and afterward, began to work it into
her mouth. Rachel's mouth and tongue slurped around his meat
hungrily, as she moaned deeply in her throat.



With each rapid downward thrust Rachel went a little father until
at last she had the whole thing in her tiny mouth. Roman felt it
hit the back of her throat and continue down, but Rachel could
only hold it there a moment or two before having to come up for
air.



The ring at the back of her throat was tight enough to create
some wonderful sensations in his body as his cock passed through
it. She was wicked on him, her mouth hungrily devouring his staff
as her nails toyed with his bag.



Rachel felt the heat building between her legs as she put her
best effort into pleasing the man she loved. Her head bobbed
swiftly up and down his shaft, as her small warm hand delicately
held his balls.



She squeezed his stones softly and smiled as he groaned, filled
with pride that she had made him so hot. Inside her mouth, her
tongue washed all around Roman's huge shaft. Her sucking became
increasingly aggressive as she monitored the ragged gasps of his
breath.



Rachel had made a mess of him with all her saliva, it was all
over his bag and thighs, but he wasn't about to say a word about
it to her. Rachel took him to the edge, and when his cock began
to swell in her mouth, she pulled off and left him high and dry.



She stood after that and turned around then she bent over
directly in front of him. What he saw nearly made him come; her
full, swollen lips, were wet from her juices and Roman could see
the hard little button protruding from beyond her crevice.



"I'm so sorry sir, but I need to stretch," she said, as she
looked back at him with a naughty little smile.



Roman returned her smile as he kneeled behind her clean, bald
opening. He moved close enough to take her scent, inhaling
deeply, she was light musk and leather and he loved it.



His fingers ran lightly over the smooth skin of her cheeks, hips,
and thighs and all the way up her back. As his fingers devoured
her velvet skin Rachel placed her upper body flat against the
carpet but left her ass high in the air for her lovers inspection
and pleasure.



Roman's tongue moved forward taking a long forceful swipe from
the bottom of her crease all the way to her clit. Rachel
shuddered when his thick, hard tongue, passed over her rigid
little button.



Roman alternated between quick light licks and long strong
lashes, as he antagonized the hungry flesh of her swollen cunt.
She moaned when he finally extended his hot muscle as deeply as
he could into her passage, and probed her forcefully.



"Yes Roman ... yes!!" she hissed.



Roman continued splitting his effort between her clit and her wet
tasty passage, while periodically pausing to nibble on the full,
swollen folds, of her labia. And dragging his teeth with studied
deliberation along the high ridges of her crease.



Rachel was cooing non-stop as he continued his relentless
exploration of her beautiful mound. The more he tongued her, the
more fluids she excreted, and the ambient air space around them
was filled with her hot scent.



Roman's tongue made a flirtatious foray into the slit of her
sweet ass and probed her there. But Rachel was far to tight for
his tongue to make much progress at all. But he did enjoy the way
she jerked, and moaned, as his sharp tongue begged its entrance.



"Oh God Roman, no please!!" she whimpered when she felt the hot
tip of his tongue touch her ass.



Roman raised his face from her body and passed the engorged head
of his cock up and down her slit. Enjoying the sounds she made
with each pass.



He pressed the head into her slowly several times, pausing at
each retreat to watch her lips slowly close together again in his
absence. She was panting now, wiggling and gyrating her lovely
ass, as she hunted for his cock.



"Sir, do think its time to take me yet?" she asked shyly.



Smack! ... Smack! She gasped at the unexpected sting on her
cheeks and nearly came from the unexpected thrill of his action.



Roman placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her dark
hole and paused waiting for her reaction.



"Oh no sir ... I can't ... its just I never have!" she said
tensely.



"Do you trust me slut?" he asked her gently.



"Yes Roman!" she breathed.



Roman lowered his face once more and drove his tongue hard at her
dark slit. Rachel sighed heavily, as the hot, wet intruder, made
an earnest attempt to gain entry into her forbidden passage.



Roman reached through her legs and began to tease her sensitive
clit, as his tongue continued its romance with her ass. Before
long just the hot tip barely made it in and Rachel gasped
strongly and shivered.



After that first initial intrusion was found to be pleasurable by
his mistress, Rachel began to move back against his seeking
tongue moaning with each pass of its tip.



Rachel's tight little ass pulsed as she squirmed against her
lover's mouth her pleasure building rapidly in both areas Roman
was caressing. Roman raised himself to a full kneeling position,
then passed the head of his cock over her anal opening several
times.



"Oh God Roman, I would never deny you anything, take me however
you please lover," she panted.



"Thank you Rachel ... for trusting me," he replied with a smile.



He placed the head of his cock at the entrance of her ass and
pushed forward gently, aided in his effort by the abundance of
saliva present. She was tight, probably virgin most likely, and
it took several attempts to gain a foothold.



Once the head popped in Rachel gasped sharply and shivered at the
sensation of the first entry of a cock into her ass. Rachel's
hand found its way to her clit and she began to seriously romance
the tender little loner.



Roman eased in a little at a time and back out gently as well,
giving Rachel's body time to adjust to his presence. Her dark
passage was extremely hot and almost painfully tight; Roman knew
he would need to proceed slowly in order not to explode to soon.



"Oh God Roman its big!" she whimpered.



Rachel's discomfort was waning quickly, due no doubt; to the work
of her fingers between her legs, she was wet everywhere down
there. Roman's pulse was a roar in his ears as continued to feed
his cock in the beautiful blond below.



Rachel was beginning to wiggle her ass against Roman's cock as he
continued to strive for full entry. The entry ring of her passage
had relaxed somewhat by now and she was starting to loosen up a
bit.



"Do you like the way your slut feels sir?" she purred.



"Yes Rachel, I've never felt anything this good before!" his
voice raspy when he replied!



"Does that mean you'll be keeping your slut for a while longer
sir," she cooed.



"Yes I suppose, if she can learn to cook," he chuckled.



Rachel smiled as her fingers rapidly employed themselves against
her sensitive pussy. It was wickedly perverse to have his hard,
flinching cock, buried in her ass. She was more excited then she
could ever remember being before, and knew she was headed for a
monumental eruption.



Roman decided to refrain from attempting to get the whole of his
cock into her this time. It was most important that they conclude
her new experience as pleasurably as possible the first time out.



She was moaning and hissing now, as her perfectly formed cheeks
slammed back on his probing cock. Roman cold see one small
trickle of fluids racing down the inside of her thigh.



He sincerely hoped she would come soon, because he was in fact
unsure of how much longer he could last. She was hotter than
anything he'd ever experienced before, and the tightest fuck he'd
ever had.



"Oh God sir ... I never knew it could be this way, I love the
feel of it!" she panted.



His cock was nearly all the way in now and feeling wonderful.
Rachel had inserted two fingers into her now sopping cunt and was
fucking it like crazy.



"Fuck me Roman ... fuck my hot little ass with that big cock,"
she hissed, as she furiously drove back at his seeking member.



 Rachel's hot, tight ass, went into spasms sending strong ripples
all along Roman's hard shaft and setting off his own eruption.
The hot molten flow of his seed slammed into her ass as she cried
out in ecstasy beneath him.



"Oh Roman ... Oh fuck I'm coming baby," she screamed, as her body
arched and went completely still in front of him. All except her
ass, which continued to grasp, and pull, at his lurching cock as
it continued to spit hot cream all along her tight passage.



When he pulled out of her she rolled to her side and motioned
Roman to join her. He lay down beside her and looked into her
eyes and she kissed him them.



"I enjoyed it Roman ... I didn't think I would at first, but it
got better. I'm glad you were the first one, I don't think I
could've done it with anyone else," she told him.



"I'm happy you got pleasure out of it Rachel, and thank you for
letting me try it," he said before kissing her.



Rachel rose after that kiss and made her way down the hall to the
bath, she returned with a hot soapy washcloth and dry towel. She
gently cleaned Roman's cock, stroking it softly with the warm
cloth and then drying him when she was finished.



They lounged together for some time after that on the brass
daybed, snuggled closely, necking, feeling, and just plain
loving. Roman took the next day off; he was at a temporary
standstill in the work anyhow, and spent the day with Rachel.



He teased her body in the mall as she shopped for new exotics; he
fondled her in the restaurant in full view of the waiter. And
pinched her ass hard enough to make her yelp in line at the
movies. They were in love and had a wonderful day of it.



*****


Christine left early that Wednesday morning after having a cup of
coffee with Gene's parents and thanking them for their
hospitality. As she motored back to her hometown of Omaha, she
inventoried the acts taken to redeem her husband, and weighted
the successes of all.



Overall she was very pleased with their progress and was assured
that soon she would have her husband back in her arms again,
where he belonged. She reached over to turn on the radio never
paying any attention to the sleek red car coming her way.



It wasn't until she looked up from the push button selector that
terror filled her heart, as she realized there was no time to
miss the car now coming straight at her in her lane.



Christine woke up two weeks later, where, she wasn't sure, she
knew she was in a hospital but in what city was unknown to her.
She had a cast on covering her from her left leg, to her neck,
and she was in more pain than she'd ever felt in her life.



Her head was bandaged and both arms were in traction, someone
told her; the air bag did work, but was instantly punctured and
deflated. The three teenage boys in the car that hit her were
drinking, one had died the other two were fighting for their
lives.



Then mercifully she fell back into a deep sleep again.



When Paula got the phone call from a mutual friend that lived in
Omaha about what had happened she was broken hearted. Christine
had only been fifteen minutes outside of Omaha when the accident
occurred, fifteen minutes, damn Paula thought as her tears flowed
freely!



She and Gene put their heads together and decided it was better
not to tell Roman just yet. They did let Rachel know, but asked
her to hold it from Roman and not say anything.



Christine had invested hundreds of thousands of their money in
the old mansion. Its purchase and the supplies for the
restoration, not to mention disbursements to various contractors,
it all added up to more than a tidy sum.



Gene decided for purely financial reasons to go forward with the
project and keep Roman hustling toward the finish.  He was not
about to see his old friends go broke before they were even
reunited again, not after this.



When Rachel hung up the phone from talking to Paula she broke
down and cried. Not because she was guilty about being a
conniving bitch trying to worm her way into Roman's life. But
because she genuinely cared about Christine, she realized after
making love to her, that she was a lonely spirit that only wanted
to be loved, not unlike herself.



Rachel drove to the mansion that night and surprised Roman with
her presence there, she usually didn't show up until the weekend.
She was subdued and absorbed in her lover's arms that night, and
had wanted to remain very close to him all evening.



"Would you please let me spend the night here with you Roman? We
don't need to have sex if you don't want to, I just want to be
near you tonight if that's ok," she asked him softly.



Roman knew something was troubling Rachel deeply, but she hadn't
offered an explanation so he decided not to press the issue.



"Rachel, I care about you and their will always be a place for
you next to me," he told her as he placed his arms around her.
They didn't make love that evening, but held each other closely,
and necked a great deal.



She spent almost every free moment with him after that, it seemed
she was there constantly, and she could tell Roman loved her
company. She helped him with the restoration in every way she
could, and proved to be nearly indispensable to Roman along the
way.



The work progressed nicely over the next month, and a great deal
was accomplished. Rachel had all but moved in with him,
renovating the room he took her in the first time they met, and
making it theirs. It's the place where he made her beg him to use
her, and poured all his passion into her heart.


*******


Christine was heart broken when the doctor informed her that her
face would need extensive reconstructive surgery.



She searched her memory for any incident that would warrant the
cruel turn of events, which had taken place in her life lately.
She found nothing worthy of this kind of physical, and mental
pain, as she lay there and cried her heart out.



Over the next several months, both Paula and Rachel made numerous
visits to her. Attempting to elevate her spirits, and keep her
depression in check.



The healing and numerous surgeries, it seemed, went painfully
slow from Christine's perspective.



One afternoon Rachel happened to pop in and bending down over her
bed, kissed the still bedridden Christine on the lips. They
discussed Christine's progress along with the rump, and breast
lift, she had received while under.



There were still two remaining operations on her face to go, but
the doctors seemed pleased with the progress so far. Christine
was anxious to see her new face, because the surgeon had said, it
wouldn't look anything like the old one.



Rachel also brought her up to speed on Roman and the restoration
project. But she never mentioned her affair with Christine's
husband, or the feelings they had developed for each other.



"I have come my fine woman as an angel of deliverance," she
giggled.



"Ok, so what are you delivering?" Christine asked her.



"I have come to deliver you from this horrible fever my love,"
Rachel whispered.



"But I have no ..." Christine paused as she caught on, while
Rachel sat down on the side of her bed. She seated herself
between Christine and the entrance to the room.



Rachel's slender fingers began to slide up the inside of
Christine's hospital gown, pausing along the way to rake her
nails against the smooth skin of her thigh.



"Do you remember what this wicked tongue did to you, before you
left Christine?"



Christine indeed remembered, vividly, as the blood began to pour
into her labia.



Rachel's hand continued, in its unwavering commitment to find the
junction of her thighs. When she touched her mark Christine
moaned lightly.



But when Rachel began to smack Christine's clit with two fingers,
the moan changed to a shiver, attached to a deep sob. She could
feel the little hooded monk, expanding beneath her gentle caress.



"You were so beautiful when you cried out, and flooded your
thighs Christine. You were pure, explosive joy, beneath my tongue
and hands, my love," her voice delicate now.



Rachel leaned over again and kissed Christine's lips, and found
her response much warmer this time around. Christine's opening
was beginning to weep on Rachel's fingers now, a sure indication
that the therapy was working well.



"When I get you back home lover, I'm going to strap your lovely
ass to that large old desk, belly down. Then, I'll beat those
perfect new cheeks of yours beet red. I'll tease you, until you
beg like the pussy licking slut you really are, and plead with me
to allow you to cum.



"Yes ..." Christine hissed, as Rachel's fingers slid deeper into
her cunt.



Rachel could clearly see by Christine's ragged respiration and
fluid flow that she was rapidly approaching orgasm. So she pulled
her fingers out and stopped all movement.



Christine's eyes went wide and her face immediately took on a
pout as she grabbed for Rachel's hand, "You wicked bitch Rachel,"
she hissed!



"No ... no ... no, Naughty ... naughty. Now, you must say please
before I continue!" she said smugly.



"Please!" Christine croaked.



"Are you absolutely sure that you want me to fuck you again
Christine, and make you all wet and squishy?" Rachel teased.



"Please Rachel," Christine whispered very softly.



Rachel pummeled Christine's hungry opening, and it was all she
could do to keep from screaming, when she free fell into her
altered orgasmic state.



When she had regained her senses, Rachel stroked her arm and
whispered to her, about how beautiful she was going to look when
the bandages all came off. Rachel stayed with her friend, until
she fell off to sleep.



"I love you Rachel," she had whispered just before she drifted
off.


************


Christine stood before the mirror examining her face and body;
medical science had done all that it could to correct her
injuries. She stripped and turned sideways to the glass,
examining her body and face from every angle.



"Wow," Rachel breathed with a low whistle, you're even more
beautiful than before Christine. Admiration and praise, dripping
from the lovely blonds voice as she spoke.



"Thank you Rachel," Christine said softly.



She had to admit; it had all turned out much better than she'd
thought it would. The plastic surgeon had done a wonderful job
with her breasts and buttocks. She didn't know the face looking
back out at her, but the woman was indeed beautiful, and her lips
were fuller now she also looked ten years younger.



"Do you think Roman would recognize me Rachel?" Christine asked.



"No way Christine, I wouldn't know it was you if I weren't
standing here right now!" she said.



"Do you really think I look as good as before?" Christine asked.




"In some ways you look better Christine, you look younger and
with the additional enhancements you're much sexier now too," she
replied!



"You will be by my side when we tour the house and I meet Roman
again wont you Rachel?" Christine asked softly.



"Yes baby, every step of the way," Rachel replied.



They held each other for a moment before leaving the hospital,
and heading out to Gene's parent's house. They planned the tour
two days from now, on a Saturday. The crews would be gone and
Roman would most certainly be there.



Christine napped after her arrival back at the Burkett home and
dreamt again of Roman, it was a good dream.



Saturday arrived and Christine was in turmoil anticipating, what,
she wasn't sure of, but impatient to see Roman again. As Rachel
slowed her car down to turn into the red brick drive she spotted
Roman's pickup truck and knew then he was present.



She went around to Christine's door after shutting the engine off
and opened her door. Christine placed one foot on the ground and
the other on the lower doorsill, and paused.



Rachel could plainly see that she was shaking and bent down
beside her, her hand unconsciously sliding up the inside of
Christine's leg. "What's wrong Christine, are you nervous,"
Rachel ask with genuine concern?



"What if Roman isn't pleased with my appearance Rachel? What if
he decides that he doesn't want me anymore? I'm frightened
Rachel, I don't know what I'll do if he turns me away!" she
sobbed.



Rachel's hand gently stroked the skin of Christine's thigh, and
moved slowly up toward her mound, as she spoke. It came to rest
with Rachel's finger lightly resting on the top of her pubic
bone.



"Love, you're a marvelous lady and Roman still loves you deeply.
You need to explain what really happened that night to him; you
owe him that much Christine. Come, I'll help you," Rachel told
her gently, before leaning in to gently kiss her.



With her hand in Rachel's, Christine stood with a new resolve to
finish this and see its conclusion. Accepted or rejected this
segment of the event would be done with, and that alone would be
a relief.



Rachel rang the buzzer before entering the house and paused
briefly before entering. Roman met the two as they entered
waiting to find out who Rachel's friend was.



"Roman, I hope you don't mind this intrusion too much, but my
friend would like to see the house, do mind if I show her
around?" she asked.



"No, not at all Rachel, its your house after all ... feel free,"
he told her.



"This is my friend Christine, Roman. Christine this is Roman
Pirelli, the man responsible for directing all the improvements
her," Rachel concluded.



Roman extended his hand to the beautiful stranger and gently
shook the small delicate hand she returned. "Very pleased to meet
you Christine, the house isn't finished yet, theirs roughly about
another six weeks to go. But the major portion of the interior
reconstruction is over." He told her.



Rachel's friend didn't say anything, but only smiled as she
lowered her eyes to the floor. "Ok, well, we're off then Roman,
see you in a little while, lets start upstairs and work our way
down Christine," Rachel said as they moved off.



Roman thought that it had been the strangest introduction he'd
ever been through, as he watched the two head for the second
story level. There was something strange about Rachel's friend,
something ... almost familiar about her, but Roman knew he'd
never met her before today.



Rachel impatiently hustled Christine into one of the upstairs
bedrooms and closed the door.



"Why didn't you speak to him Christine, for God's sake you're
going to need to talk with him sometime before we go!!" Rachel's
frustration with what had transpired highly evident in her voice.



"I just froze Rachel ... please forgive me, I didn't intend to
anger you, perhaps we should just leave," she suggested.



"God, no Christine! She looked at her friend who now had tears
forming in her eyes. It was then that Rachel was struck with the
realization, that Christine's fear of rejection might jeopardize
the entire reunion. She was suddenly filled with empathy for the
sad little creature in front of her.




"Christine, I want you to remain here until I return to get you,
I wont be long, do you promise to remain," Rachel asked her.



"Yes ...!!" Christine sobbed.



Rachel left the room and headed downstairs to the library where
she knew Roman would likely be. She paused in front of him
momentarily to check the condition of her own emotional state of
being.



Rachel placed her arms around Roman's neck, and kissed him before
speaking.



"Do you have feelings for me Roman?" She asked him as she stroked
the side of his neck.




"That question doesn't even need to be asked Rachel, you know I
do," he replied.




"Then you'd better sit down lover ... I have something to tell
you!"



Rachel began with the rape, and explained the drugs. She covered
Christine's search for him, and the plan she formulated on her
own after his discovery. Last of all Rachel expounded on
Christine's accident and long painful surgery's.



Rachel could see the self-accusation in his face along with his
pain and confusion.



"I know this is all a shock my love, and I am fearful too. As I
have no idea where it leaves the two of us, and I so want to keep
you in my life Roman. I love you!" she said softly as her eyes
misted from the stress.



Roman held her closely and whispered, "Whatever comes out of
today you must never leave me Rachel ... I need you!"



Rachel placed the side of her face at his chest and with her arms
around his waist, she wept. "Oh Roman, you'll need to drive me
away love," she sobbed.



"Wait ... wait here Roman and I'll bring Christine to you,"
Rachel told him.



When Christine entered the room her heart was racing, her legs
weak, and her mouth parched.




Roman looked again at the woman in front of him, she didn't look
a thing like the Christine he'd known, but she was beautiful. He
could plainly see that she was stressed emotionally, her nerves
drawn tightly.



"Hello Roman," she said after stopping in front of him.



When her eyes swept up to meet his own, Roman knew his wife. He
took her in his arms and kissed her. Christine's emotions flared
and overcome by the closeness' of him began to grind her hungry
mound against his rising cock.



"There is one other thing you should know Roman, Rachel has
become my lover through all of this and I have developed very
deep feelings for her. I don't want that to end, I truly do care
for her Roman, and don't want to hurt her," she told him.



Roman placed his lips close to Christine's ear and spoke low so
only she could hear, then recited.



                    The heart of love is a fragile life

                    But a gentle breeze may end its light

                    And the night embrace its stillness ...
                    forever more

                    Love while you can for the night comes

                    And the stillness beckons always



"Its beautiful Roman, did you write it?" Christine asked.



"Yes wife, I did," he told her.



"I understand your position Christine, but you should know that I
and Rachel have also been involved with each other, and I'm in
love with her as well. I wouldn't dream of sending her away
wife," he said



Rachel walked up to their side and offered her lips to Roman who
kissed her lightly and smiled. Rachel then turned to Christine
for assurance and felt Christine place her hand directly on her
mound before brushing lips with her.



Reaching down, Rachel immediately divested herself of her
pullover dress, and stood beside them in her panties, bra,
stockings, and high heels. Christine turned fully toward her and
kissed her again, as her hand snaked into Rachel's briefs. Rachel
groaned out loud as Christine's warm fingers passed over her
tender clit.



While the two were embraced, Roman stepped behind Rachel matching
his bulge with the crease of her lovely ass, and pulled her
tightly against him. He raised his hands to her breasts and began
to gently maul her soft globes. It was so very exciting to
Christine, that both she and Roman would make love to this
beautiful creature at the same time.



"I love you both very much," Rachel whispered.



Christine kneeled in front of Rachel and tugged her undies down
to her ankles, and then removed them. Roman then let his cock
rest and extend between her legs, just below her gaping pussy
lips, and employed his mouth, tongue, and teeth against the side
of her neck.




At the first touch of Christine's tongue on her folds, Rachel
shivered deeply and whimpered. Knowing what was coming stirred
her body deeply. Christine's adept tongue immediately excited
her, as it probed the most intensely sensitive area of her being.
Christine also passed that wicked tongue over the head of Romans
projected cock periodically, making him unsteady on his feet.




"Oh God you two, I'm getting very hot!" she said between gasps.



Rachel stepped away from Christine's inquisitive tongue and sat
down on the edge of the leather sofa. Her feet were flat on the
edge and wide, as her ass was likewise positioned so her pussy
was easily accessible.



"Come Christine to your duty," she giggled.



"And you Roman, my love forever, I want to see you take her from
behind," she told him smiling.



Roman looked at Christine and smiled, her lips rushed to his and
kissed him before she moved off, to kneel before Rachel.




Christine looked into Rachel's eyes and gave her lover a sensuous
smile, and immediately rammed her hard tongue into the passage
waiting before her. Rachel gasped and her hips jerked sharply,
with Christine's brutal entry into her cunt. Christine varied her
speed and pressure on the beautiful young blond, and bringing all
of her culinary skills to bear had the wench whimpering in no
time at all.



"Does my taste and scent appeal to you Lover?" she asked
Christine between gasps.



"You always appeal to me my heart" Christine responded.




Roman had positioned himself behind his wife and prepared to make
his entry, but he tarried. He dallied at the shocking contrast of
his wife's dark gypsy hair against the smooth, creamy white skin,
of Rachel's thighs. It aroused him, who besides a raven headed;
browned eyed Italian would consider sex, an artistic art form.
But the sight before him convinced him so, it was feminine in
nature and dynamically erotic, and Roman loved it.



As he had watched Christine ravenously devour Rachel, he had
passed his fingers unconsciously over Christine's clit
repeatedly. Unnoticed by him, her hips were bucking wildly now,
and her outer folds were swollen and glistening.



"Oh God Roman ... I have missed you so much!" Christine cried
out, as Roman savagely took what was his, impaling her with his
full length.



His cock was immediately saturated with the hot, heady fluids, of
his passionate wife's body. He pumped her rapidly as he lightly
slapped her cheek, loving the crack of flesh on flesh. His eyes
leveled with Rachel's in front of him, and found her delirious
with lust.



He slapped Christine's ass again several times as he pumped his
burgeoning cock into her wet slit. Roman ran his finger through
the wet fluids of Christine's hot cunt, and passed it over her
dark hole. Then began to tease the tight opening, tickling it
with his fingernail and probing it lightly as he fucked her.



Christine threw back her head and hissed at him, as his first
knuckle made its way past her tight ring, "Only you can do this
to me Roman ... make me feel like a cheap, hot slut out of
control ... and make me love it!"



Roman smiled, as her body began to quake and shudder, as his
finger seated itself deeply in her hot ass.



"Oh fuck Roman ... you bastard, I love you," Christine screamed
back at him, as her orgasm began.



As Roman looked on, Rachel's eyes were wide open and fevered, as
she began to scream as well.



Christine flat lined, as relating to her body movement, and her
fluids inundated Romans groin. Her pussy convulsed tightly on his
lurching cock, as he emptied himself in the sweetest passage he
knew.



Later, when calm sanity prevailed again they all three snuggled
on the sofa. And touched, fondled, laughed and made fun of each
other, and all fell in love together.



"Christine we must decide if we're going to remain in Omaha, or
start over here, I think that Rachel needs to be the one to make
that decision for all of us because she's still in college. There
are some excellent institutions back home but she may not want to
switch," Roman told them.




"Because of course, she's going to move in with us. I know
neither of us can picture life without her again, because both of
us are in love with her," he had continued.




Rachel jumped right in at the pause and said, "I will not impose
on your lives that way, we are lovers and I will follow the two
of you where ever you chose to live. I can finish my credits
anywhere," she told them.




"We can settle all of this tomorrow ... but right now. Come here
Rachel," Roman said, as the bulge in his shorts grew again
rapidly.


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