BOMAW Vol. 10-12 (75 page)

"Paul - do you know how much money it's going to take to fix that place? Why should we help that landlord increase his property value?"

"Dad, we have plenty of materials left, look at all the stuff we got, we didn't pay for that. I bet we have plenty enough to fix that house up for them."

"Son, do you know what happens when you start fixing up? You start finding things deep within that need fixing, and before you know it - you're in a money trap. I also have our own home to get moving on, remember?"

"That's different dad, you got plenty of time for that. You have a nice clean, warm place to lay your head, right here and in Wisconsin too, with Aunt Shanna, or Uncle Shawn. You have everything you need to fix that house up too, but what do they have? How can you sleep knowing that lady and her kids have to live that way?"

Jake stood with his mouth gapping, his eyes going from his son, to Vivian, who, kept her back turned, grinning all the way, she was staying out of it. Kevin walked in from the bathroom. "So, does it mean that we're doing that lady's house tomorrow then dad? We might as well do what we can. She needs insulation around the windows-..."

"You guys! You know what's gonna happen here, we're gonna fix up that place for her and the landlord is going to come in, see the improvements, and either raise her rent or kick her out to rent it at a higher rate."

"Well it's early summer, so we have a little time, how about we find out who her landlord is and offer to fix up the place at a decent price?" Paul suggested.

Jake took a seat, leaning with one elbow on the table, hand holding his head, he blew out trying to think. Glancing over her shoulder, Vivian walked to the refrigerator, took out a beer, just as he called out, "Vivian, pass me a beer, please." No sooner had the last word been muttered that it appeared before his face. Surprised, he turned to look up at her.

"Shit, am I starting to be predictable already?" He asked, not too crazy about the idea.

"I don't mind you being predictable, it helps me to stay one step ahead of you." She went back to cleaning up telling Paul, "Sit down Paul and talk to your dad, I've got this."

"Thanks," Paul went right away, sitting across from his dad.

They sat discussing various ideas, until Vivian was done with the kitchen. Leaving them at the table, she went, took a shower, getting ready for bed, good and exhausted from the days activities. By the time she was done, Jake was the next to use the shower. As she lay in bed, on her way to sleep, she felt the bed jostled by the weight of him climbing in behind her, his arm went around her waist as he leaned over speaking softly into her ear.

"Hey, don't go to sleep yet; can I get a quickie?"

Vivian made a face, she couldn't believe it and turned slightly to her back to look up at him, "You just had some the other day." She spoke softly back.

"That was the other day."

"We did that because the boys would be here, which they are, remember? These thin butt walls, they'll here us!" She protested.

"No they won't!"

"Yes they will, this bed squeaks sometimes."

"We'll do it in the middle of the floor."

"Man! You must be out of your mind, I'm tired Jake!"

"Just a quickie, won't take me long, come on I need to."

"Ja-a-ake!" She whined as he threw the covers back dragging her backwards from the bed. "Wait a minute doggoneit!" She struggled against him, almost falling to the floor, even though he had her, she titled off balance, pushing at his arms. "I thought you said when you came down the other day, that would do you?"

"I lied! You know like when, you've just finished the last mouthful of apple pie, feeling stuffed and saying, phe-e-ew, I couldn't eat another bite. Then five minutes later, walking past the fridge, you hear the remains of that apple pie calling, come and eat meee. Well, here I a-a-am. I wanted you yesterday, looking good as you were, fit to eat when we walked in. All that work today, perfect end of a hard day is a nice quick screw and a pop."

Vivian sat on the edge of the bed staring at his dark silhouette wondering what possessed her to think she was ready for this man, grumbling, "I ain't no apple pie!"

"You got that right baby, you my chocolate muffin, and you can't beat a good
'muffin'
." He growled low and lecherously.

"Jake! Don't make no sense for you to be wanting it all the time!"

"Come on baby, grab a couple of pillows, put'em under your butt, lift it up to me a bit, it won't take me long, I promise! Come on, see - while you're sitting there, looking at me like that, I could be done, well - almost." He pleaded leaning to kiss her on the neck, nibble at her ear, drawing back to put on the sad puppy dog eyes, winking.

"Ja-a-ake!" She whimpered.

"Grab the pillows, you want it on your back, or on your knees, or you can get on top, I don't care, I just want it. I'd put you up against the wall, but that would be too noisy, like a hammer knocking nails baby, I know how I get."

"Ach! Jake!"

"Come on, don't drag it out, no way I'm gonna sleep hanging heavy like this."

Vivian gasped again, blew out making a face, "Put that ring thing on, because going hard and fast, you're gonna hurt me."

"Okay," He went to the drawer, taking it out along with the lubricant and applied it and slide it along his length; as she could see, he was ready. Vivian grabbed the pillows and put them on the floor. "Which way will make you come the fastest?" She asked him.

He smiled, "On your knees baby, doggie style."

Vivian shook her head, whimpering, she put the pillows on the floor by the bed, got on her knees, bracing her elbows and hands on the bed to lean there as he lifted her short night shirt, pulled her panties down and off of her legs while she lifted one, then the other. A surprised gasp escaped her as he applied some lubricant to her, his middle digit stroking it on, just in case she wasn't wet enough for him to fully enter her. Vivian's heart was beating hard and crazy waiting in anticipation, the feel of his fingers on her private area, started stirring her. They readied her, entering her by teasing degrees. Touching her that way, he hadn't needed the lubricant because she was growing wet with every gentle caress he applied, trying to loosen her for his penetration. He'd had the best of intentions when he started, the plan had been to be quick, but he couldn't resist rubbing into her folds, lightly touching and caressing her clit, his problem was, he loved touching a woman too much, loved the feel of that part of their body. Vivian gasped, trying to stay quiet, but his fingers felt good, so practiced, stimulating her so that in no time, she was fully aroused and moving against them, trying to clench onto his wonderful fingers, spreading her legs wider for him, gyrating, "Ah! Jake, that - oh that - that feels so good." She cried, breathing hard.

"I know - you feel good, God I love some pussy, I swear. I want you to come, I can't just take you, not without you coming first." He was breathing hard, so turned on it made him feel like going on a eating frenzy. "You like that, yeah you do, sucking on my finger, so tight." He whispered to her.

"Ummm, yeah - oh yeah - ssssss, oh shit - you're gonna make me come - oh yeah Jake, oh yeah that feels soooo good." Her body was growing steadily sensitive, he was making that place between her thighs, swell, heat up, twitch and clench. He rubbed it gently, with just enough to keep the pleasure flowing. He couldn't stand it any longer, unable to stop himself, he moved his hand away, grabbed the back of her thighs pushing her up higher on the bed and replaced his fingers with his tongue, running it along her crevice, teasing at her throbbing, swollen clit. Vivian gripped the sheets with all her might, shaking, her face went into the bunched sheets, shoving them into her mouth to gag the sound, she bit into it and screamed deep into her throat, coming so hard she shook and trembled. He continued to lick and lave her, making her quake until she reached back to push him away. Jake positioned himself to one knee, backed up behind her, lifted his heavy, pumped up penis with it's tight head and first touched it to her swollen wet lips, she whimpered and he pushed into her folds to penetrate.

Vivian cried out, she couldn't help it, as sensitive as she was, throbbing, swollen closed and tight, it was traumatic and electrifying to feel something so large and dull being shoved into her. "Oh my god! Jake!" She sucked in a deep breath, trying to keep quiet, but as he pushed to fill her, forcing her to widen around him, her head shook. The size of him, even with the ring taking a few inches away did nothing to lessen the shock to her body. It took her breath away to feel him pushed deep within. He took hold of her hips, as his own began rolling back and forth, thrusting and pumping with long strokes that made his eyes close as he swallowed back moans of pleasure while driving into her. Vivian went back to biting into the bunched sheets as he swelled even more within her, clearly fully aroused and not far from ejaculating. She held onto the bed, trying to take it, letting him slam into her plump rear, pushing her into the bed with each pound against her, she whimpered and gasped, enduring eight minutes of his thrusting, he was too big to take without complaint. She was keening low in her throat with the last two minutes being the hardest because he was getting close and went at her hard, rapid thrust clearly out of control. Her head shook because it was hurting, she reached back, "Wait! Ugh, damn - wait a minute..." She cried out just as he finally erupted, grunting, groaning, grinding tight against her rear, holding on tight to keep every available inch of him inside of her, making sure every last drop of him went deep into her womb.

"Godalmighty, I'm gonna get you pregnant if it's the last thing I do! I swear I am," He grunted with small pumps to make sure every bit of his essence made it into her, not willing to waste a drop.

Finished, satisfied, he pulled out making her gasp again, her heart going like mad. She collapsed onto the bed, knees still on the pillows on the floor. "See, told you - a quickie." He whispered, breathing hard trying to catch his breath, he leaned looking into her face. "You okay?"

Vivian lay unable to answer right away, and then finally, "Yeah! I just need my damn head examined." She murmured. She throbbed, her uterus smarting from the battering.

He kissed her cheek, "Get in bed, I'll bring you a nice warm towel to wipe up." Gently slapping her bottom, "Go on, up in bed, I'm done with you, for now."

She looked over her shoulder and rolled her eyes at him as he rose to his feet, grabbed his bathrobe wrapping it around his waist and went out of their room to the bathroom.

Vivian finally climbed back into bed, with an aching feeling that before the month was through, she was going to be thoroughly and completely knocked up by this man. So much for them waiting two months. She could see now, he wasn't the least tiny bit interested in waiting, and because of the way he was, she wasn't willing to take something to keep it from happening. If he found out, he would go off on her, she knew he would. Vivian lay there, finally dozing with the realization that it might possibly be time for her to let go and just let what would be, be.

*

In L.A...

Catching and sending from it hundreds of tiny sparkling lights - dancing in a dazzling display as if alive, the grand, ornate chandelier hung in the center of the ballroom, dominating the ceiling as shards of brilliantly cut spears, spheres, tear drops, crystal prisms amid brass and beads galore poured from the base in a cascade of wonder. Immediately upon entering the ballroom, it was the first thing that caught the eye, gracing the painted ceiling from which it hung; suspended above hundreds of chattering voices calling out in greeting, mixed within the musical arrangement of the small orchestra playing for their pleasure. However no less extravagant, with it's strings section, violins, cellos, bass and piano accompaniment. The sound filled the ballroom, spilling into the entry hall as well out onto the terrace and gardens off of the ballroom.

The Bankers ball, was organized as such; that it was the one time when wealth could be flaunted to the extreme and nothing was spared in the layout. This particular ball consisted of four affiliate banks and branches that held their annual summer ball together. Each guest, depending on the bank or branch they worked for, would be assigned to sit in a chosen section set up with tables for their bank's dinning pleasure. Upon entering, each guest were directed to one of three cloak rooms where they would turn in their invite tickets for a name tag with their banks colors, logo and then their first name. While there, they would be offered an opportunity to purchase raffle tickets that would win them one of the following prizes. Top prize, a new Chrysler Sebring, second prize, his and her diamond channeled wedding band rings, third prize a Phillips 42' flat screen TV, surround sound home entertainment system, fourth an Apply Mac laptop with carry case and extras, followed by other prize certificates for, a day at a body spa, night out at one of top rated restaurants for two, a new hair style or haircut. Many raffle tickets were sold where the proceeds would go to a favorite charity.

Oscar and Georgiana made their rounds as did other bank owners, managers, meeting with various employees, greeting them with glad smiles that they could attend and wishing them a good time and best of luck with their raffle tickets. Much to Georgiana's surprise, she couldn't believe it that she'd run into Ben and Crystal in her banks area, Oscar hadn't been surprised because he did not at first recognize them. Fact, he didn't know many of the employees that worked in their banks and so to come upon Ben and Crystal hadn't stunned him until Georgiana's reaction to Ben. Whom she'd studied enough on the pictures and videos to be able to spot him in a crowd. Her reaction to him, made Oscar look closer, immediately recognizing the face, he looked down at his name tag, "Ben, huh?" Oscar offered him his hand, "Good evening to you, glad you could attend, Ben, what?"