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 NEW LIFE

   By Raven Soule

   "Darling, Darling, Where are you?" I called as I entered the house. 
"You won't believe what's happened!" I looked around.  My wife came out of
the bathroom, quietly.  "You're home early" she said as she greeted me with
a kiss.  "Darling, I've won on the lottery!" I cried.  She didn't take it
in for a second.  "WHAT!" she exclaimed?  "You've won, what?  How much?"
"Six Hundred and Thirteen Thousand, Two hundred pounds and 57 pence" I said
wild with delight.  I took a bundle from my pocket and through it in the
air.  "There's ten thousand quid in twenties!" we danced as the notes
rained down around us.  That evening we fed our dogs on prime steak, fresh
from the butcher.  We went out to the best hotel in the area, we made our
plans for our future.

   I went to work and told my boss our good news.  He was in two minds,
pleased that I had won and mad that I was leaving.  I would be difficult to
replace.  I'm not boasting - just the truth, charities can't afford people
of my skill level.  I stayed with them because they had been very good to
me when I had had a series of heart attacks.  I was in their debt they were
in mine.  We arranged that I would finish my current projects, about three
months left at work.  I worked with a will and finish time came quickly.  I
was happy on my drive home, it was Friday and we had the weekend to plan
and spend some of my winnings.

   The house was quiet when I got home.  I called out for Gail, but no
reply.  The dogs were also awfully quiet.  Then I heard Toby whining.  I
opened the back door and let Toby in.  He came in slowly, he's very old and
has arthritis very badly.  He continued to whine and headed for the front
door.  I understood, the other two dogs had left through the front door and
Toby wanted to go with them.  I didn't know where they had gone though.  I
looked around and then a chill swept through me.  I looked in our bedroom
and most of Gail's clothes were gone.  All of her jewellery and her
favourite CD's were also missing.  I logged on to the 'net and checked the
bank.  As I suspected our joint account was empty.  She had taken every
penny, She hadn't even left me my pay to get through the month.  Toby and I
sat for a while.  I cried.  I loved my wife and the way she had left was
like a knife in my guts.

   The door bell rang and I answered the door.  I let my eldest daughter
in. She was excited, happy with my good fortune and knowing that she would
also benefit.  She saw my face, the colour draining from hers.  "Oh no she
hasn't, she hasn't" Rae said and ran into the house, upstairs and down she
looked everywhere.  She too was crying when she came back to me.  "Oh Dad,
Dad." We hugged drawing comfort from each other.  "She's taken all your
money hasn't she" Rae asked.  "Yes" I replied.  "Oh Dad how could she."

   Rae left late that night.  I went back on line and logged onto my bank.
This time I accessed a personal account, a new one that I had opened three
days ago.  I checked the balance Ten million, eight hundred and sixty seven
thousand, seven hundred and fourteen pounds twenty five pence.  I had won
the main jackpot all six numbers, though I had only told Gail that I had
won the second prize five numbers plus the bonus ball.  She had only taken
one twentieth of my winnings.  I felt that was a cheap price to pay for
finding out that my wife didn't want me.

   The next three months quickly.  Toby pined for his friends and died in
his sleep two months later.  This was the one true loss I suffered.  I paid
off my mortgage and all the debts (not a lot, my wife always spent more
than I did).  My work progressed quickly and I soon finished my projects
and thus worked out my notice.  Now with no ties left I told my kids that I
was going back to the midlands to stay with my family for a while.  I gave
them a mobile phone number that they could contact me on.  Though I would
contact them when I had somewhere to live.  I got into my car and drove off
to the motorway to the north.

   Reaching the motorway I stopped and took the time to look around me. 
For once I stood on the bridge and watched the cars and trucks going... 
where?  A screech of tyres disturbed my thoughts.  I turned and watched a
car skid to a halt, a very angry man jumped out of the drivers seat, pulled
open a back door and drag a sobbing young woman out.  He slammed the
passenger door shut then pulled a small suitcase from the boot and threw it
into the bushes beside the road.  "Don't EVER let me see you again you
WHORE," he screamed as he got back into the car and, with tyres squealing
he drove off.  Silence descended again broken, only by the woman's sobs.

   Unable to stop myself I went over and knelt in front of her.  "What do
you want" she said.  "Well I did want to help, but if you don't need
any..." I started to get up.  "NO, no, I'm sorry don't go, please don't
go." She looked at me with tear stained face.  She wasn't a woman she was
barely a teenager, 'what trouble was she in' I wondered.  I picked up her
suitcase, "Let's go and have a cup of tea" I said (Nuclear war started -
Lets have a cup of tea, the English will never change).  We sat in the
cafe. She hadn't said a word since she got in my car.  "I'm Paul," I said
"what's your name?" "Nina," was the quiet reply.  "Nina, that's a lovely
name." (My god how trite.) "What's wrong Nina?" I asked.  "I'm pregnant."
She whispered, head down.  She started to get up.  "And" I said puzzled. 
"Don't you understand," she said "I'm fourteen years old and I'm pregnant.
You know what pregnant is don't you?" "I have three kids and a wife who
left me stealing over half a million pounds, I know what pregnant is.  I
also know that now-a-days that's not a big problem." "It is when your
father's an upcoming Baptist pastor, and its HIS child" She replied.  I
pulled out my phone, "what's his number?" I asked.

   Forty minutes later I had a dead phone battery and a pregnant child in
my care.  She had listened while I had talked to her father.  He disowned
her, screaming that she was nothing but a whore and no daughter of his.  I
asked what did he want me to do with HIS daughter.  "SHE'S NO DAUGHTER OF
MINE; YOU KEEP THE WHORE!" I thought that sounded quite final.

   "How would you like to go to Spain for a while?" I asked her.  "What do
I have to do?" she replied, this girl was getting wiser by the minute - but
who could blame her.  "A bit if washing, cooking, cleaning; the usual." I
told her "household chores you'll share with me." "What do you want?" she
asked looking me straight in the eyes.  "I cupped her chin with my hand,
she didn't flinch nor pull away.  "Only what you WANT to give me." I told
her.  I think she believed me.

   We drove south.  Her family had been going on holiday so she had her
passport.  The channel tunnel passed quickly.  The French motorway rolled
past.  We Stopped at a small hotel near Clairmond Ferand.  Expecting to
travel alone I had only booked one room.  There were no other rooms
available so we shared my twin.  I had had a long day so showered and got
into bed.  Nina stood watching me, probably expecting me to leap upon her
as soon as she undressed.  I slept.  I woke to Nina crying.  It was 2:30
and she was still dressed, sat on her bed.  I got up and sat beside her, my
arm around her comforting.  "Even you don't want me, nobody loves me,
nobody wants me." I lifted her face and looked into her eyes.  "Nina, No I
don't love you.  I don't know you, how can I say I love you?  But I do WANT
you.  I brought you with me so I could keep you safe and try to look after
you.  Maybe love will come later, maybe not." She looked at me.  "Now get
undressed and into bed." I said.  I got back into my bed and faced away to
give her some privacy.  Moments later she got into my bed and lay against
my back.  Her naked body pressed against mine.

   The next time I woke Nina was cupped against my chest, my morning
erection pressing between her ass cheeks.  I was holding her breast, her
hand pressing against mine keeping the contact.  I got out of bed quietly
and showered.  Before I finished she got in the shower with me.  We washed
each other.  I soaped her slim body feeling her tight firm breasts and
smooth stomach.  She parted her legs wide to allow me access.  My fingers
sliding through her wiry pubic hair and over her soft neither lips.  I
could feel her wetness coating my fingers, but it was too soon, much too
soon.  We masturbated each other to climax.  She flooded my fingers with
her juices as I splashed my cum over her breasts and body.  This time we
cleaned ourselves, watching each other as our hands roamed.  We dried and
dressed.  Breakfast was a brief affair, bread, fruit preserve and coffee.
Soon we were driving again.  The Spanish border came and an hour and a half
later we pulled into my Spanish home.  I had bought a hilltop villa on the
Costa Brava, just south of Pals.  The property encompassed the whole hill
and a stretch of coastline, including a small sandy cove.  It was quiet and
secluded.  Nina looked around in wonder.  "Who owns this?" she asked.  "I
do," I said "I told you I was fairly well off." We took a quick walk around
the property I showed her the villa and out houses.  Then we walked down to
the beach and paddled for a while.  "This is where I want to live." I told
her.  I lay on the sand, eyes closed and at peace with myself for the first
time in years.

   The silky sound of Nina undressing opened my eyes.  She was a beauty. 
Slim, long legs aching to wrap themselves around her lover, pulling him
into her - tighter and harder.  Tight firm buttocks ready to accept her
lovers hands cupping, parting, stroking, smacking.  High firm breasts cried
out to be sucked and teased.  Long slender arms to raise in supplication or
curl around her lover's body.  Wide mouth to accept her lovers tongue or
cock.  She was made for sex, young and supple she was a walking wet dream.
She ran naked down to the sea and dived into the warm water.  I too
undressed and lay naked in the sun watching her as she played in the water.
As she climbed back up the sand my body betrayed me, my cock hardening. 
She knelt down beside me cool droplets falling on me.  "What're you gonna
do with that" she said gently prodding my hard cock with a finger tip.  I
reached up and tweaked the nipple closest to me causing it to pucker, rise
and harden.  "You're going to suck it for me." I replied.  "Oh am I." "Yes
you are." I held her nipple and squeezed a little harder, until she gasped,
"Aren't you." "Yes" she said and dropped down to cover my cock with her hot
mouth.

   Up and down my cock shaft she slid nibbling and licking.  Pulling my
foreskin back she took the crown into her mouth a deep suction almost
pulled my stomach out through my piss hole.  Her tongue lashed over my hard
cock.  She bobbed her head, my cock fucking her face as she larved my shaft
with her tongue again.  I could only stand a few moments of this before I
arched my back and pumped my cum into her mouth.  She swallowed again and
again.  Taking all my cum without spilling a drop.  She cleaned my cock and
licked the last drops of cum from me smiling all the time.  "Like that you
mean?" she said.  "Yes just like that!" I agreed.  "You like being obeyed
then?" she asked.  "Yes, I do.  Do you like doing what you're told?" I
replied.  She smiled and wiped an imaginary drop of cum from her lip with
her finger, then sucked her finger dry.  "For the right person, yes I do."
she admitted.

   We stood and she watched me as I put my jeans on.  She reached for her
skirt but I stopped her.  "I like you naked" I told her "stay like that for
me for a while." She looked at me, then around the cove, "OK" she said.  We
walked back to the house.  Nina held my hand as we walked through the
villa, taking the 'grand tour'.  She picked out a bedroom, one with views
over the cove, the second best in the house.  She had already told me which
room had to be mine.  The master bedroom was spacious and cool with views
over the enclosed gardens and the cove.  Large enough for a king sized bed
and plenty of room left over.  This is how I WANTED to live.  I brought the
bags in from the car and unpacked my meagre belongings.  Time enough to
collect all the usual clutter later.

   Nina prepared out lunch and we ate on the veranda.  Watching the naked
child eating and playing aroused me.  As she reached for more bread I
grabbed her wrist and pulled her across the table.  She looked at me as she
lay across the table.  I released her as I rose but she remained still.  I
unzipped my jeans and pulled them off, my hard cock springing almost into
her face.  I held onto her head and pushed my cock into her mouth.  She
took it without a whimper and sucked me deep into her throat.  I let her
suck for a minute then withdrew.  I walked around the table until her
raised buttocks presented themselves to me.  I pressed a finger into her
wet cunt, thrusting all the way in.  Nina lay her head down on the table
and moaned.  I added a second finger and finger fucked her until her hips
started their own rhythm.  Then I guided my cock into her cunt.  The wet
velvet surrounded me and sucked me in.  Her cunt pulled at me and teased
me. She was tight, but experienced.  Her father must have been a good
teacher.  I withdrew then thrust again, and again, picking up speed and
tempo as I approached my climax.  I reached under her and pulled on her
stiff nipples.  Her clit was next, I quickly found the hard nub and teased
it out of it's hood.  Wetting my fingers with her own juices I teased and
played, pulled and twisted her trapped clit, until she too was on the verge
of orgasm.  We came together, both crying out our pleasure uninhibitedly. I
pumped jet after jet of cum deep into her as her cunt pulled and sucked on
my trapped cock.  Finally I collapsed on her back, panting for breath. 
Nina kept her cunt active on my cock, pleasuring me and herself.

   Naked we sat and finished our meal, our love juices still soaking us. 
Nina looked at me, staring with her huge brown eyes, "I think I'm going to
like my new life," she said.  "So am I, Little one." I replied, "So am I."





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