BOMAW Vol. 10-12 (164 page)

"You fix me anything to eat?" Jake broke into her thoughts to ask.

"Of course I did, pepper steak, rice and spinach, how's that?"

"Sounds good, you wanna wash my back?"

Smiling she stepped up to the shower, sliding the glass aside, "Sure."

He handed her the pouf sponge and put his hands up on the side wall, spread eagle like he was under arrest. Vivian laughed, "What you think, I'm washing everything down your back?"

He peaked over his shoulder grinning, "Go ahead, you know you want to."

She dabbed a bit of soap on and began scrubbing his back and found the greatest pleasure in doing it, "How's that feel?" She asked softly.

"Fantastic, keep it up, it relaxes me."

She got into it, doing his entire back until it was lathered to the full and then went down to lather up the cheeks of his butt, and then underneath in between, "Careful..." He warned. "You bein' mighty brave there lil'girl."

She laughed deep and raunchy and shocking herself, dropped the sponge, using her hand instead in the soapy lather, working it into his heavy sack, he groaned deep in his chest as she went on gently stroking him and then, even further to stroke his organ only to find that he was partially aroused, growing long, as well hard. "Uh oh." She murmured.

Standing up right from the wall, breathing hard, Jake turned, "Yeah, uh oh - see what you've done."

Vivian's heart went crazy at the sight of him hanging so heavy, lengthening and swelling before her eyes. He wasn't entirely erect, but it was enough for it to hang long and threatening. She gulped looking up at him, "I'm gonna go fix your plate."

"I'm not hungry, not for that, c'mere." He went to grab for her, she jumped back.

"You gotta eat Jake." She panicked reminding him.

He backed up into the shower spray, but his eyes never left her as the soap was rinsed down his stunning body. His head went back with his eyes closing so the water could clear his face. Vivian stood a moment more watching him, her eyes going to it, and to her disbelief, she throbbed, swelled and felt a rush of wet heat. Turning she left him to finish up as she set her mind to fixing his food. To her horror, she was shaking, shaking with passion and desire for him, when she knew how hard it was to take him. She heard the bathroom door open and looked up to see him coming towards her, still wet, with only the towel wrapped around him. Quiet, focused, stalking, he made his way to her, grabbed her arm to turn her from the counter with his mouth going straight for hers. Vivian let go of all she was doing to wrap her arms around his neck, her hands going into is wet hair, tipping up on her toes to reach his mouth with her own. The joining of their lips was almost as powerful as his desperate need to get into her. Lifting her high against the kitchen counter, he pulled at the hem of her dress, spreading her thighs, yanking at her panties, to clear a way to get to her. They were both highly charged with passion, breathing hot and heavy, Vivian whimpering from want as well from a bit of fear. Jake's tongue was all in her mouth, forceful, demanding, seeking, possessive. His finger tips were probing her wet tunnel, spreading her tender petals, "Ssss, you're wet! That turned you on, oh yeah it did." He gasped into her mouth, bringing his immense penis head up to rub against her opening, the towel had long hit the floor.

"Aiy! Oh - oh ssss, Jake." She whimpered feeling him rub the engorged head into ever crease and slot of her crotch, until her juices flowed onto him enough to push up and in, "AH - JAKE!" She cried out, shaking, his mouth sucked at her neck, her chin, her mouth while he pushed up into her, so thick, so hard, she shook her head. He was pumping up into her and moved back just a bit so she was forced to slide down onto his length, "OH - SHIT! Oh Jake..." She whimpered, stretched around him, as his pumping increased, his breathing rapid. Suddenly his hold on her tightened, holding onto one of her thighs, he backed away from the counter, and turned, took two steps to the kitchen table, that was the perfect height for him. He set her rump on it, breathing hard, pulled her arms from around his neck, and guiding her backward, to lie there. Vivian bit into her bottom lip, "Emmm, oh god..." She whimpered as he let go of her arms to lift up her legs, bring both of them up to grab hold of her ankles, ordering, "Pull that dress out of my way, I wanna look at your pussy full of my dick."

"Jake!" She cried out.

"Move it out of the way." He growled, his teeth clenched, buried halfway in, throbbing, pulsing from the tight, wet heat of her squeezing at him.

Vivian pulled her dress all the way up above her breasts, so he could see her flat belly, breasts and all. "Ohhhh yes, that's right baby, look at you - fuckin' hell, you are the finest thing on this earth," He moaned starting to move again, slow and easy, "Feel all that dick in you..."

"Yeah, oh..."

"No ring this time baby, I promise to take it easy - but I'm gone put it all in there tonight, every fuckin' bit, nice and slow," He groaned, moving back and forth in slow degrees, trying to maintain his sanity, "Vivian - your - fuckin' pussy - is - tight! FUCK! Ohhh." He shook his head with all the amazing sensations traveling to every nerve ending of his body. Holding her ankles high and apart, he looked down where their bodies joined, his thick, blood filled root buried halfway into her dark body, he watched as he pushed further in; she was so tight, her folds moved inward dragging against his vein swelled organ, and then the show of pink flesh when he pulled out a bit, the seal around him tight, sucking. His pumping increased a bit from being so turned on by watching the function, the sounds of Vivian's voice, whimpering pants and cries, added to the madness of the pleasure. She was still wet, his penis glistened from her growing moisture which told him, he hadn't hurt her too much yet. He placed one ankle on his shoulder to free up a hand, while he gyrated in circles with the slightest push and then withdrawal, he let his two middle fingers rub at her entrance where he pumped to wet them, and then, used the juices to stimulate her clit, gently gliding the pad of his finger back and forth over the hood of the nubbin, careful not to touch it directly, he knew how sensitive it was. Yet, it was hard, standing firm for him to stroke all around it, and sure enough, Vivian started trembling, "Jake... Jake..."

"Yeah, that's right, Jake baby - Jake knows exactly what to do, look at you, won't be long now, you're gonna come all over my dick, I can feel you contracting around me, sucking me, that's right, suck my dick with that tight pussy - come on..."

"Jake!" Vivian saw a wash of white rush over her vision as her lower body began quivering, tensing, stiffening and gripping at his thick length, "JAKE! Oh SHIT - I AM COMING SO HARD OH GOD - JAKE JAKE JAKE - OHHHH GOD!" She screamed over and over, head rolling around on the table, she knocked the dried flowers and candles off, unable to control the spasms that seemed to go on and on, they wouldn't stop, because he was touching her, moving inside her. He made sure she completely finished her climax before he grabbed hold of the back of her knees, pushing them forward and then began pumping faster in a drilling motion. Pulling out to almost halfway before pushing back going deeper and deeper until he had her taking every bit.

"OH! JAKE! Please!" She grabbed the edge of the table over her head, holding on tight, determined to take him, grunting with each of his thrusts, he had her spread as wide as he could get her, going so deep his balls banged against her plump bottom. "HERE! OHHH YEAH - THERE BABY - IT'S - COMING - NOW!" He gnashed his teeth, shaking his head as his life force jet streamed from his body, rapidly shooting deep into her over and over, filling her so, a portion was squeezed from the sides, until he stood dazed from the pleasure, moving with slight pumps, while his heart hammered, still holding onto the back of her knees.

Vivian lay panting, blowing, so glad that it was over, she sucked in when he backed out of her, bringing her legs back down, pulling her dress over her once more as he stood away from her, blowing, smiling, "Oh that was good, we buying that fuckin' table off Shanna."

Vivian pushed herself up, still sitting on it, then hopped down onto her feet and almost hit the floor. Her legs were like rubber. Jake grabbed her to him, holding her, looking into her dazed eyes. "I love you Vivian, I swear to God, I love you. You all right?" He asked, kissing her brow.

Vivian nodded, "I ah, gotta go to the bathroom, your stuff, is running down my leg." She informed him.

"Shit! You should have been laying down, what a fuckin' waste! Go, get in the bed now - so it doesn't all run out."

"Jake, don't be crazy!" She shook her head, pushing away from him, making her way to the bathroom.

"Do you listen!? Do you listen ever? Don't wash it away man! Go lay down like I told you!" He yelled, now wishing he'd gotten her in bed. Grumbling, he picked up the towel, wrapping it around himself, "Shit, what a waste! Half a million good swimmers, down her leg, fuckin' women don't listen!" He heard the bathroom door close, "Just wipe up, but no douching - or whatever the hell that's called!" He bellowed.

"I knooow!"

"Yeah right, all that hard work, down the toilet! Thanks! Oh well, if at first you don't succeed..."

Tuesday morning, Madison University Hospital...

His mother, father and Shanna departed that morning, with the rest of his family, nephews included, Paul and Kevin, assisted in taking his kids home with them. Everyone was gone now except for Derrick Jr. and Meribel's family. Her brother had been arrested and would face court, a long trial and a prison sentence.

That haunted Derrick.

He had a dead son or daughter; that haunted Derrick even more.

Regardless of the promise he made to his wife, that fact was eating him alive. He kept slipping away from everyone else to cry alone. She didn't even know it yet; that one of their precious children had died - because of him. The agony of it was making him ill. He loved his children. All of his children. It didn't matter what things they did, they belonged to him. He kept thinking, what if this one was another little girl, what would she have looked like? More like Meribel? More like me? A blend of us? And if so, how would she have been? Or another son, what would he have looked like? Been like? He would never know, because boy or girl, it was dead.

In one of the hospital toilets, he sat, not using it, rocking back and forth with the heals of his palms dug into his eyes. Trying to drive the pain away, trying to get it out of his head that he'd lost one of his children. It didn't matter that they hadn't known. That it had been small, undetected. So had his other's been once upon a time. They were flesh and blood, human and real, and so had that one been, and because he didn't take his wife's words seriously, that child was gone and could not be brought back. If that weren't enough, she would never have another of his children again.

A knock sounded at the door, "Dad? You all right in there?" Dj asked standing outside the door. He'd been watching his father, trying to stay close to him. He was hurting, and hurting bad, he could see it in his eyes, so tortured he was afraid of leaving, of going back to football camp. He knew that his mother would pull through, the entire family was over the roof with joy when she woke the night before to find that she would be able to walk once more. Not wasting a moments time, his dad demanded that no one, no one mention the baby, or the hysterectomy. All had agreed, leaving it for him to deal with. Still and yet, Derrick jr. didn't think his father was coping with it - so much so, that it frightened him to leave his dad, and not his mother.

"Dad?" He knocked again, he swore that he heard his father suck in from sobbing, as if he was trying to quiet it, control it, suck it back.

"Yeah." He answered sharply.

"You okay in there?"

"Yeah."

"You sure dad? Come on, don't hide man - I'm here for you, I'm here." He heard him sob out again. "Dad come on, let me in, please ... let me in."

"Go! Go see about - your mother." He heard him choke out.

"She's okay dad, I need to see about you, you're not okay. I know you're not - don't do this to yourself, come on, this was not your fault, this was not your fault."

Derrick jr. waited by the door, refusing to budge from it. He didn't care if he stood there all day. His father was his hero. This white male who gave him his name, and loved him as if he'd been his sire. Not one time, not one day, not one event ever in his life, had his father ever treated him as if he didn't belong to him, not once. As far back as he could remember, he carried him around on his strong arm, or on his shoulders, proud as he could be, introducing him to anyone who asked, as his son, his first born. He remembered when he found out that Derrick wasn't his biological father. He'd been 10 years old, they'd gone to Chicago to visit his mother's family, and while out shopping, his mother ran into a school mate, who saw him and said the moment she laid eyes on him, "Oh my goodness, he looks just like Armundo! Young man you are just like your father!" And then to his stunned mother who had been taken off guard by it, "Has Armundo seen him yet? Does he know about him?" The sudden appearance of the school mate and her blurting out what she knew, so shocked his mother that she hadn't been able to speak. She'd only looked down at him, turned her back on the old friend, ignoring her completely and lead him from the store. They had both been quiet at the time. He remembered trying to figure out what had just happened, what had the woman meant? And who was this Armundo that she said he looked just like? She had called the man, Armundo, his father. Because he could not dismiss it from his mind, he began asking questions, and his mother had no choice but to tell him the truth. He'd spent two or more years being an absolute brat towards Derrick, as if he had some how betrayed him by not being his father. Angry at him and hurt because someone else was his father. He took it out on him, he took it out on his mother and every now and then, he'd taken it out on Marcus and Luis. Yet, his father had not lost patience with him, he rode out the storm and patiently dealt with him one day at a time; when his mother had grown impatient with him many times, wishing to blister his end. It took a while but he gradually got over it, he gradually accepted the fact that Derrick wasn't his real father, which was the biggest hurdle of all - it was the one thing that had hurt him the most. Some how, his father seemed to see through his spell of rebellion right to the heart of the matter, and instead of pushing him away, he brought him closer, hugged him longer, and loved him in a way that made him into the gentle young male he was now.