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Speed Limit
by Christie (csw1980uk@yahoo.co.uk)

***

A young lady finds herself in a dangerous situation. 
(Mf-teen, reluc, 1st, drugged)

***

The little Honda was my parent's gift to me on my 16th 
birthday and for a whole year I had been the Queen of 
my high school in my little chariot. My friends and I 
would zip hither, thither, and yon in my little car and 
we'd just be this screaming lot of happy girls with 
feet dangling out windows and all. 

With the end of my senior year arriving, it was time to 
select a college and my folks made a few trips with me 
to check out some schools. Just after Valentine's Day I 
was offered admission at a college across the mountains 
from us and it worked out that my folks couldn't go 
with me to see it. 

"You're a big girl," my mom said, "and we trust you to 
take care of yourself, besides, it's just a few hours 
away."

That did it. 

The following Friday after school I had my bag packed 
and left the house even before my folks got home from 
work. My dad wanted me to take the Interstate down to 
Sacramento and then across to Reno to avoid the snow 
across the passes. After I left the house I decided I 
knew better and opted to take the two lane highway 
along Lake Almanor and save myself two hours on the 
drive. 

I swung onto the cutoff to Genessee and headed along 
the country road to US 395. Passing through the little 
excuse of a town called Genessee I popped a Britney 
Spears CD in the radio because the mountains were 
blocking the reception on the FM. I made the right at 
Antelope Lake and Britney was getting a little tired at 
that point. Or, I should say that I was getting a 
little tired of her. I was messing with the CDs in my 
visor when Fruit Grower's Road loomed up on me. 

The next thing I knew I was upside down in my 
demolished car and I was having a seriously hard time 
breathing. My ankles hurt and I couldn't get them loose 
from under the dashboard...or was that on top of it? 
There was dusty snow settling all about and I decided 
to just take a second, get a breath, and assess my 
options before I freaked out. 

Yeah, that lasted about 30 seconds before I freaked. I 
struggled for my purse and the cell phone and screamed 
with frustration as the purse spilled open and the 
precious phone fell just far enough away from me that I 
knew I'd never get it. I cried for about an hour as the 
road nearby was silent. I had a spike of hope as a car 
drove by but then it was gone and my screaming for help 
did no good. It was getting cold. 

The sun was settling behind the hills when I heard an 
old sounding engine come along and I screamed again. 
The sound of the old vehicle started to slip by when I 
heard the blessed squeak of the brakes. The engine 
sound shuddered with a dieseling sound and then I could 
hear a door open and slam.

I was screaming for help again when I heard someone 
outside the car. 

"Well, you're in quite a mess there, missy."

The face of a man about my dad's age suddenly showed up 
in my topsy-turvy world. 

I passed out with relief at seeing him. 

The next I knew I was in a cozy bed and I briefly had 
the thought that this had all been a bad dream. And 
then the pain in my ankles brought me back to a sudden 
reality. I opened my eyes to a very masculine room with 
a gun rack, boots in the corner, and my cozy bed had a 
very masculine black & red flannel blanket on it. I 
went to move and screamed with pain as my ankles 
complained. 

"Hey, you're awake. Ya' had me worried there for a 
couple days." 

The grizzled face looked in at me as I registered his 
words. 

"How long have I been here?"

He kind of giggled. "Three days now. I had to pry you 
out of that car of yours and then the snow came in 
'fore I could get you out of here so I did my best on 
your legs there and figured to just let you sleep it 
off. Ya' must be hungry I imagine." 

Hunger was the last thing on my mind. 

"I need to call my parents."

Again, the giggle. "Sure. The nearest phone is about 
fifteen miles from here in about two feet deep of snow 
and you have two busted legs there. You'll see that 
phone in due time, I imagine. Meanwhile, how's about 
some eggs?"

Mike, his name was, brought me breakfast in bed and 
then apologized for cutting off my jeans to get my 
ankles splinted up. They had been far too swollen to 
get through the tight jeans and I had to reluctantly 
agree that he'd done the right thing. He explained how 
the original plan was just to get me warmed up and then 
get me to help but then the snow came along and his old 
pickup truck wasn't up to plowing through so much snow. 
He went on to explain how he was a modern day gold 
miner and had quit a job in Phoenix as a call center 
manager, divorced his wife, and then moved up here to 
be alone and to escape the stress of modern living.

The gold miner thing had been sort of a joke to him at 
first and then he found a decent vein of gold and 
started working it as a mine about five years back. He 
now had a decent income from selling the gold in Reno 
and had only moved from a trailer to this house after 
building it last summer. I asked about the electricity 
and he explained the lines for Antelope Lake came right 
across his property so it was pretty cheap to hook up 
to the grid in this spot. 

"I'm just lucky, I guess." is what he said. 

After breakfast he went out to do some chores and that 
left me alone to take inventory. My purse was nowhere 
to be found but my bag with my clothes and stuff for 
the weekend...I had to remind myself that the weekend 
had gone by...what day was it anyways? Oh, but back to 
the inventory, I pulled off the blankets and found my 
legs bare down to my ankles which were all bundled up 
with what looked like very proper splints. 

"I was a medic in the Army and that's where I learned 
that if you're wondering." 

I quickly covered myself up again. 

"Yeah, thanks. It looks pretty good." 

He sucked in a lip. 

"Say, you're probably overdue to get to the bathroom, 
you want some help?"

Come to think of it, I was about to burst in more 
places than just one. 

"How am I...?"

"Yeah, I'm figuring I'll just have to carry you around 
for a while."

As polite as he could be, he picked me up and took me 
to the bathroom. When he sat me down on the toilet I 
winced as the blood flowing into my legs put pressure 
on what I knew were fractures in my ankles. He excused 
himself and then closed the door to leave me to my 
privacy. 

My panties were down around my ankles and I couldn't 
get them back up without standing on my feet and I 
ended up swallowing my pride and asking for help. Mike 
came in and just pointed out that I was probably also 
due for a bath and that the warmth might help with my 
ankles. I sat there on the toilet as he drew the bath 
and then covered myself with the towel he gave me as he 
undid my splints and revealed my sorry, swollen, 
bruised ankles. They were like little melons they were 
so round. Naked from the waist down, he picked me up 
and sat me in the tub. 

"You might want to get the rest of your equipment off 
there and I'll get it all washed for you. Meantime, I 
have a t-shirt that's probably big enough for a dress 
for you. You wear that when you get done there."

When he left the bathroom and closed the door again I 
stripped off my top and my bra and then eased into the 
almost-too-hot water. It was very much a balm to my 
sore body and my ankles did, indeed, feel much better 
as the warmth soothed the pain. 

It was maybe an hour and the water was cooling off when 
Mike came back into the bathroom. I covered myself with 
my hands to save my modesty. 

"Look, Lori, you're going to have to deal with the fact 
that you and I are going to be seeing a lot of each 
other due to your situation. When you get better we'll 
be done with this, but for right now save the show for 
someone else."

Chastised, I just made small talk and accepted my lot 
as he lifted me out of the water and sat me on the edge 
of the tub. He dried off my ankles and then put fresh 
bindings on them and then let me dry myself off and 
then cover up in his t-shirt before he came back in to 
get me. 

He carried me out to the small living room and put me 
in his recliner where my feet were up and the pressure 
in my ankles let off so I was comfortable. We decided 
that the recliner was to be my new bed since it kept me 
comfortable and he really needed a good night's sleep 
in his bed so it all worked out just fine. 

The next morning I woke up to see the snow piled up to 
the window and when Mike came out from his bed he 
helped me with my morning bathroom duties and then went 
out to shovel the snow off the roof. 

I realized that with even more snow on the ground I 
wasn't leaving here for a good while. 

The next few days saw more snow and saw Mike and I 
settle into a routine. Twice a day he'd carry me to the 
bathroom, twice a day we'd struggle to get my panties 
off, and every other day we'd struggle with my bra when 
it was bath time. A week after I had awakened here Mike 
decided that my wearing panties was just too much 
hassle when it came to going to the bathroom and my 
complaints to the contrary were pointless as he just 
took all of my clothes, tossed them in my bag, and then 
put them out in his shed. 

"When you can get them yourself you can wear them 
again. End of argument."

Two days later he had to face some facts and I had my 
panties back when my period started. 

Five days after that I was back to wearing just a t-
shirt. 

The third week after I arrived, my ankles were good 
enough that I didn't need the splints anymore but I 
still needed Mike's help to get around. 

It was March 10th and my eighteenth birthday when I 
woke up at night and Mike was picking me up from the 
recliner. 

"What's going on?" 

"Shhh, it's a birthday surprise."

He carried me into the bedroom and put me down on the 
bed. There was a hurricane lamp going and in the dim 
light I could see he'd shaved his beard and moustache 
off. He looked okay, you know? 

"Uhm, Mike, what's going on?"

He pulled the blankets up over me and leaned in and 
kissed me on the forehead. 

"I've decided that you're sleeping in here tonight. 
You're old enough now. Besides, it gets lonely and I'd 
like to have you in here with me is all."

He blew out the lamp and then I heard him shuck his 
clothes and then he got into the bed. 

"I'm not so sure I should be in here with you." I was a 
little nervous, you know? 

"Hey, no problem Lori. Feel free to get up and go back 
to the chair."

"You know I can't."

He drew in a deep breath. "Yeah, I know you can't. Now 
go to sleep."

Of course, sleep never came. He had come to bed and 
rolled over so his back was to me and then about an 
hour later he rolled back over and one of his big hands 
landed on my bare thigh. I sat as still as I could and 
then a few minutes later he kneaded my thigh and then 
drifted his hand up to my belly. 

I knew what he wanted. 

"Mike, we can't do this. I don't feel that way about 
you."

With that he kissed me full on the lips the softest 
kiss I'd ever had. I felt a flash of warmth across my 
body as he pulled me tight and kissed me some more. I 
went to push him away and felt his body bare against 
mine. 

I pulled myself from his lips. 

"Mike, really, we ca-"

He silenced me with another kiss as his hand went under 
my t-shirt and onto my bare side. I felt something wet 
brush against my leg and I instinctively knew what it 
was. Part of me was saying that I should fight him, but 
then another part of me was afraid of rejecting him and 
hurting his feelings after saving my life, and another 
part of me was sort of interested in what was to come. 

I reasoned with myself that there was nothing I could 
do and I allowed myself to relax. I just fell sort of 
limp and then Mike scooted down on me. 

He pushed my t-shirt up and let a thumb linger on my 
left nipple. No boy had ever touched me there before 
and the feeling was electric and scary all at the same 
time. My heart pounded and I began to feel lightheaded 
as I was breathing a little hard. 

He stopped and I could barely see him the light as he 
pushed my t-shirt up. I understood and let him take it 
over my head. I was now naked with a real man who 
wanted me. It wasn't the wedding night fantasy I'd 
dreamed of, but it was real and it was happening 
regardless of what I wanted.

He kissed my breasts and then suckled one of my nipples 
like he was a baby. In the middle of the suckling he 
ran his tongue over the tip of my nipple and it sent 
this electric charge across my body and my moan only 
seemed to encourage him. He then started kissing both 
of my breasts and then worked his way down to my belly 
button, licking his tongue in and out of it. 

"Oh god. We really shouldn't be doing this, Mike."

I may as well have been talking to a wall. 

His kissing of my belly button somehow became a kiss of 
my belly just where my pubic hair starts and then I 
felt his lips tug ever so gently at the first, smallest 
of hairs. 

He drew in a deep breath and then leaned in between my 
legs. His tongue swept through my cleft and a chill 
went up and down my body with the intimate contact. I 
arched my back as if to ask for more and then he just 
dove on in and unleashed his pent-up abilities on my 
inexperienced body. I'd brought myself to orgasm before 
but what Mike did to me was a whole new universe of 
sexual pleasure that I'd never imagined before. 

I kept arching my back to get as much as I could from 
this amazing new sensation and found myself frustrated 
wanting something *more*. I honestly had no idea what 
*more* was at that point and tried to just settle for 
what I had. 

He put his hands on my legs and pushed them apart and 
made me gasp as his tongue drove itself into my cleft. 
I thought I was going to pass out when he breached a 
line and I suddenly felt him in a place that had never 
felt anything move before. I enjoyed every thrust of 
his mouth onto my body and every wet, licking probe of 
my depths elicited a new, electric response. 

"Unghhh, no Michael... Uhm, ngh, no..."

It seemed like someone else was saying it as the 
purest, whitest wave of warmth and pleasure swept over 
me and enveloped me in the warmest, most satisfying 
bliss. 

I came to my senses as Mike kissed his way up my body 
and then I had the strangest realization as he kissed 
me and I smelled and tasted myself for the first time. 

His hands were busy while we kissed. One hand 
relentlessly massaged my breasts and the other had a 
finger that was probing my cleft with a diligent 
urgency. I swooned when his finger slipped into me 
and...I have no words to explain it, but he did 
something that brought me to another orgasm almost 
instantly and I wrapped my arms around him to hold him 
tight as if to prolong whatever magic he was doing to 
me. 

I feel back onto the bed exhausted from the exertion of 
two mind-blowing orgasms and was barely sensible enough 
to register him moving over me. There was a little pain 
in my ankles as I had to spread my legs to make room 
for him and then the release of that *more* as his body 
slipped up against mine. There was a little discomfort 
as he slipped back and forth against me and then a 
satisfied fullness came over me. 

My hands went to his sides and then down to his butt 
which was gently rising and falling between my legs. I 
tried to make sense of the feeling in my body and then 
the feeling of his warm butt in my hands and then I 
realized that it wasn't his finger in me. 

"Mike, we can't...we can't do this..."

He whispered into my ear, "Too late, we already are."

With that he pulled himself almost all the way out as 
if to make the point and then slid himself all the way 
back in.

'My God,' I thought, 'it's happening, he's fucking me.'

My concentration suddenly drawn to my pussy I could 
feel my pussy lips being pulled back and forth as he 
fucked me and the urge to curl my toes despite my 
broken ankles was almost too much to bear. 

He kissed me as we...fucked... and it was so terribly 
erotic to feel is tongue in my mouth and his penis in 
my body all at the same time. It was like he was trying 
to become a part of me or make me a part of him. He 
strained to get deeper into me and I arched my body to 
let him all while realizing that everything in my life 
was changing with this. Despite everything I'd been 
taught growing up I knew that for the rest of my life 
I'd be addicted to this feeling. 

I was examining my life as this man was fucking me and 
I realized that I wasn't using any protection. 

"Mike," I disengaged from our kiss, "we're not 
protected." I said this in a voice that was breathless 
and interrupted by his thrusts. 

"Yeah, do you care?" was his whispered answer. 

He never heard the answer as he kissed me and silenced 
me with his wonderful tongue. 

His hands came up to my shoulders as his intensity 
gathered and I soon felt the curious sensation of his 
balls patting on my ass as he drove into me as deep as 
he could. 

It seemed like I'd been shocked when the wave of the 
orgasm swept over me and I felt my body lurch from deep 
inside. At the same time as my orgasm was peaking he 
would hold himself in me, then thrust a few times, then 
hold, until he finally held himself as deep as he could 
in my body and I felt every ripple of his penis as it 
began to spasm. It felt like a hose was inside me 
pouring sperm right into my womb and the promise of 
what it would do blanched my passion. But it was far 
too late to stop what I couldn't have stopped if I'd 
wanted to and I quietly accepted my first insemination 
as I wondered what pregnancy would be like. 

I was soaked in his sweat and just lay there beneath 
him gathering my breath and my wits for a while. He 
kept himself in me as we cooled off and then after a 
while I felt him firming up again inside me. Despite my 
obligatory protest that we should stop he just kept on. 
It was much slower than the first time and with the 
novelty of that first passion passed I rather enjoyed 
just sitting there caressing him as he lazily pumped 
himself into me. It was really very loving and warm the 
second time when he looked into my eyes and I felt him 
spurting into my now-willing body. 

We soon fell asleep next to each other quite exhausted 
from the evening. 

The next morning I awoke alone only to have Mike come 
into the bedroom with my breakfast. It was sort of 
surreal as we had a morning chat without any discussion 
of the night before. He collected the breakfast dishes 
from me when I finished and then carried me to the 
bathroom where I decided a bath was in order. When he 
left the bathroom I marveled at the white semen that 
slipped from me into the toilet and after I flushed it 
away I called him back and he helped me with the bath. 

Shoveling snow was important again and he was outside 
for several hours clearing snow from the roof of the 
house and the outbuildings. When he came in for lunch 
we were quiet and watching CNN and then after he put 
the lunch dishes away he simply came over and picked me 
up. 

He carried me to the bedroom and I didn't complain as 
he took my t-shirt away from me and then he just 
stopped and stared at me, naked for the first time in 
the daylight. 

"My goodness, you're beautiful."

I blushed and pulled the blanket up to cover myself. 

Naturally, I did watch as he stripped off his heavy 
clothes and I'll admit a bit of surprise when I saw my 
first naked cock. When he freed it from his boxers it 
bounced a bit and then ever so slight throbbed with the 
timing of his heartbeat. I amazed at the thought that 
it had been inside of me. 

He came to bed and promptly, but gently, got himself 
between my legs. 

I accepted his kiss without complaint and found myself 
rather pleased as he slowly rutted himself against me. 
I relaxed and spread my legs for him and then he 
entered me measure by measure until he was once again 
inside my body. There was that familiar electric 
feeling as the desire to have him deep inside arose 
again and I found myself whispering at him.

Deep...deeper...please!"

It was wonderful as he pressed himself close into me as 
far as he could and I felt my body yield before him. I 
was just barely eighteen and here was a man who was 
easily in his forties and I was so enraptured by the 
act of lovemaking with him that the practicalities of 
the world seemed to be utterly forgotten. I looked down 
along his side and saw his butt rising and falling on 
me and something inside me just seemed so satisfied by 
that. There were no fireworks this time, but just a 
glowing satisfaction that warmed my belly as I felt him 
release himself in me. He laid on me very quietly this 
time in the afterglow of his passion and then got up 
and dressed himself to complete the last of his chores. 

I laid there on the bed and cleaned myself with a 
Kleenex and just reveled in feeling like a woman. It 
was a good hour or so when I decided to try to hobble 
to the bathroom and made my first uncomfortable but not 
impossible steps on feet that had not held me up in 
over a month. When I got back to the bed I just sat on 
the edge and was looking at my ankles when Mike came 
back into the room.

"You've been up on your feet?"

"Yes."

"Then I guess with the end of the snow you'll be 
wanting to leave then?"

I nodded yes. I had responsibilities. I had college. I 
had family who were no doubt worried about me. 

"Okay, that'll be fine." He said this as he was 
undressing.

"But between now and then I have some needs you're just 
going to have to cater to."

Naked, he came to the edge of the bed, parted my knees 
and then scooted up between them. This time I got to 
watch as he slipped himself into me to fill me for the 
fourth time. 

"You might leave here, Lori, but before you do you're 
getting my baby in your belly if I have anything to say 
about it."

I didn't bother complaining. Really, I had no choice in 
the matter. 

He leaned in and kissed me as I adjusted my mind to the 
thought that this man wanted me to bear his child and I 
briefly considered fighting him before I just kissed 
him deeply to encourage him. 

***

The next morning I woke up late and the darkness 
outside was unsettling at best. It took some effort for 
me to get from the bed to the window and when I pulled 
back the curtain I was surprised to see snow almost up 
to the top of the window. I called for Mike and there 
was no answer. Hobbling out to the kitchen I found a 
note from him;

   Lori, 

   The snow knocked out the electricity at the mine 
   and I have to go fix it so the mine doesn't flood. 
   I may not be back until late so don't worry. Plenty
   of food in the fridge. 

   Mike


Well, I was hungry so I went to the fridge and found a 
sandwich waiting for me and I decided to grab a beer, 
too. Yeah, I know, underage drinking and all, but I was 
planning on doing this at college anyhow so I helped 
myself. I watched a couple movies and then flicked on 
the Weather Channel and found that the storm outside 
was going to be a doozy. They were predicting as much 
as ten feet of snow over the Sierra in the next day or 
so and warned people about being out. I was instantly 
worried about Mike but not so worried that I didn't get 
a second beer. 

The spring snow storm was a blizzard by the afternoon 
and four beers had me feeling pretty good and not 
caring so much. Until I heard the roof creaking. I 
realized that Mike had always been around to get the 
snow off the roof and now here he was gone and the snow 
still needed to be removed. Seriously, I was afraid of 
both being trapped inside the house and I was afraid of 
the house collapsing on me. Something had to be done. 

I fumbled around and got on some of Mike's winter 
clothes and his boots and I imagined I looked like a 
little kid playing dress-up as I hobbled out to do 
battle with the elements of nature. Just getting out 
the door was a problem. The light powder would've 
normally made me thrill at the thought of snowboarding 
it but when it spilled into the mud room it worried me. 
It took me a good half hour just to clear my way out to 
the porch and then I had a better view of the roof. 

It was probably a good three feet of snow built up on 
the metal roof and the ice along the edge of the roof 
seemed to have made a dam to hold it in place. In 
probably the stupidest move of my life (after wrecking 
my car) I hit the edge of the roof with the snow shovel 
and then watched as tons of snow seemed to take on a 
life of its own and slide down the roof. 

Right at me. 

I stood no chance of getting out of the way but I tried 
anyway. I turned in a pirouette making to get out of 
the way and I heard the distinct CRACK! of my left 
ankle giving way again. I vaguely remember hearing the 
right ankle give way right as the snow hit me and blew 
me right off the porch and everything turned black. 

When I came to my senses I had no idea of how much time 
had passed. I was fortunate enough to find my head 
poking out of the snow and I breathed a sigh of relief 
knowing my foolishness had almost killed me. I started 
to pull myself out of the snow and screamed as the pain 
from my tortured ankles ripped through me to remind me 
that my foolishness had not been unnoticed by the 
Fates. The pain was unbelievable as I dragged myself 
through the deep powder to the safety and all-important 
warmth of the house. I could feel the cold sapping my 
strength and I knew I didn't have long to make it 
inside. 

With a motion that can best be compared to a swimmer's 
butterfly stroke I made my way to the door. Every 
stroke brought nauseating waves of pain from my 
protesting ankles. Several times I had to stop to get 
my breath and to let the cold snow soothe the pain 
away. I guess it was easily an hour before I was safely 
inside the house again. 

I needed the warmth of the house but the warmth also 
allowed my ankles to swell in new ways and the pain 
became unbearable. I knew Mike had a medicine cabinet 
in the kitchen and I toughed my way through the pain to 
get up to grab some pill bottles before I fell to the 
floor again. After a good five minutes of screaming 
with pain after the fall I found what I was hoping for. 
Mike had a prescription for Vicodin. I pulled open the 
bottle and took two of the pills straight off and just 
chewed them and swallowed. Without thinking I took four 
more the same way. I put the lid back on the bottle and 
dragged myself back to bed.

Getting back in the bed was a chore in the extreme. I 
struggled to escape the boots and even though they were 
too big for me it hurt to get my feet out of them. Then 
came the wet clothes and that was also no fun. It hurt 
too damned much to try to get the socks off so I left 
them on and pulled myself into the bed before the 
blissful embrace of the narcotic took me into 
unconsciousness. 

I awoke to Mike looking down at me and stroking my 
face. 

"Hi." I croaked. My throat was terribly dry. 

"Here." He pulled me up and propped a pillow under my 
head and then gave me a sip of water. 

"So, Lori, care to tell me what happened?" 

I explained the events that had led to this moment and 
then Mike shook his head in disapproval as I told him 
of taking the six Vicodin. 

"You just seem to want to kill yourself, don't you? You 
took six Vicodin after having four beers, you dumb 
shit, you've been out for two days and you'll be lucky 
if you can ever walk again. Your ankles are all blown 
to shit and I think the left one is completely 
shattered and I think you tore some ligaments, too. 
There's drifts over twenty feet blocking the road and 
there's no way you're going to get to a hospital in 
time to fix the damage. I set the breaks as best I can 
and we'll hope for the best while you heal. Don't you 
EVER pull a stunt like that again, you hear me?"

I nodded and felt like a little kid being chastised by 
her daddy. 

"Christ," he went on, "I saw what you did and it was 
totally stupid and pointless. I had heat tape on the 
gutters and the snow would've slid off the roof without 
you being out there. Did you seriously think I'd leave 
you here with a blizzard coming and not think of the 
roof?" 

I started to cry. 

"Fer' fuck's sake, don't cry on me! I just don't want 
to see you hurt is all! Shit."

With that he left the room and let me finish crying. It 
felt good in its own way. 

Mike came back maybe a half hour later with some 
breakfast. The eggs and the meat were delicious and the 
orange was wonderful, too. Right after I finished the 
meal he gave me two more Vicodin and then I was back 
into slumber land again. 

For a good three weeks he waited on me hand and foot as 
my ankles healed up again. He did his best with what 
passed for physical therapy but couldn't get my poor 
abused ankles to resume their normal look. Both of my 
feet were now in very unnatural positions unless Mike 
was working with them and by mid April it was clear 
that nothing short of surgery was going to fix me up 
again. 

Speaking of mid April, the snows were finally melting 
and the periodic rain was helping to free up patches of 
soil where little flowers were blooming. I figured it 
wouldn't be long before I'd be home and my feet would 
get fixed and I'd be back to normal. I spoke to Mike 
about the road clearing and he'd nod and change the 
subject to ask me how I was feeling. Because of all of 
my pain he'd left me alone and slept in his recliner 
but then one day I was able to get my right foot into a 
position good enough to hold me up and using a cane 
Mike had made for me I walked out to the living room 
and announced that I was able to walk again even though 
it was painful. 

"Sweetie, that's wonderful news!" Mike got up out of 
his chair and sat me down in it. "We need to 
celebrate!" 

He went out to the kitchen and I heard a champagne 
bottle pop. I giggled when he came back out with two 
beer mugs filled with champagne and he handed me one. 

"Here's to my best girl and here's to your pretty 
legs!" 

We clinked our mugs and I smiled as we drank. We 
chatted a bit and talked about the summer to come and 
talking about the future got me thinking. 

"Mike, when do you think I'll be able to go home?" 

His smile disappeared like turning off a switch. 

"As soon as the road is clear, that's when." 

The silence in the room was almost audible. 

He finally forced a smile and said, "Yeah, I guess we 
need to be thinking about what's next, don't we? I 
think the mine is going to do well this year, for some 
reason I just feel that a big strike is coming and I 
bet you'll be happy when you get to see all that gold, 
won't you?"

I chitchatted back with him but it bothered me that he 
seemed to just assume that I'd be here to see him get 
his big strike. 

With the evening drawing to a close he drew me a bath 
and I went along with it because I was sure I smelling 
kind of gamey. He put fresh sheets on the bed while I 
bathed and took my clothes to wash them the next day. I 
was a week or so past my period so I didn't mind 
sleeping in the raw especially in the fresh sheets. It 
was like being at a fine hotel to feel the crisp cool 
sheets on my bare skin. I popped a Vicodin to take the 
edge off the pain and to help me sleep before Mike 
tucked me in and then went off to the living room. 

Déjà vu struck me as I woke up in the middle of the 
night. I don't know why but I had this feeling of 
history repeating itself. Then I felt Mike's arm 
wrapped around me. 

"Mike?"

"Yeah?"

I pushed his arm off and rolled onto my back. 

"What are you doing in here? I thought you were 
sleeping on the recliner from now on?"

"Lori," he kissed me on the cheek, "this is MY bed 
after all and since you're feeling better I figured I 
wanted to sleep in here again."

"Fine. But no sex, okay? I just don't want to, 
alright?"

He snorted a little. I wasn't sure what it meant. 

"Yes, ma'am. No sex. Got it. Now go back to sleep."

With a pain pill in me it took no effort to roll over 
again and slip back into sleep. 

Somewhere in the fog of slumber a pleasant feeling came 
over me and brought me to sort of a twilight awareness. 
It was kind of dreamlike as the pleasant feeling 
drifted over me and it seemed so dreamlike as I felt my 
leg lift up and my back was warmed with the feel of 
skin on skin. A part of me wanted this whole thing to 
play out and I arched my back a little as something 
strained to be with me. 

Reality rushed up out of the warm dreamlike sensation. 

"Mike?" I felt his hand on my hip. My leg was pulled up 
and over his body and I felt his cock kissing up to my 
body with subtle, slow strokes. 

"Yeah, babe?" 

"Mike what happened before was one thing but I can't do 
this anymore. I need to go home soon and get my life 
back and this just isn't fair to you."

His hand reached around to my breasts as we whispered 
and I have to admit I swooned. 

"Tell me you don't like this, Lori. Tell me you don't 
like it 'cause I know you do. You love having me love 
you, don't you?"

He was right. Still, so was I. 

"I can't do this, please don't do this to me, Mike. I 
have a life to get back to... my parents... college..."

He pulled my face to his and kissed me. I couldn't help 
but kiss him back and suddenly I felt an urgency as he 
held me tight and kissed me so warmly and so softly. 
His hand drifted down from my breasts to my belly and 
he pulled me tight against him. His tongue invaded my 
mouth as his cock sought purchase in my body with each 
slow, deliberate stroke. 

I broke the kiss. "No, Mike, we can't. We shouldn't be 
like this." At the same time I arched myself again 
because something in my body simply demanded that I do 
it. 

"You're right, Lori, we can't do this." 

He kissed my neck as I felt him slip inside me. It felt 
like he belonged there and I surrendered myself to him 
as each stroke brought our joining closer to being 
complete. He was so patient and so slow as he made love 
to me that it made me love him back. When he pulled my 
lips to his I met them passionately and reached around 
him and held his head to mine as our bodies became 
fully involved. 

He broke the kiss to breathe and I gave a sigh as he 
drove into me again. He said nothing as his hand sought 
out mine, working his way down my shoulder to my elbow 
and finally to my hand. Taking my hand in his he 
pressed my hand into my own belly and held me tight. It 
was amazing to feel my belly give and take with each 
advance and retreat of Mike's wonderful body within 
mine. He pulled my hand lower to where we were joined 
and let me feel the miracle of love for the first time. 

His cock was warm and slick with my arousal and I was 
completely focused on how the veiny and hairy thing 
would enter me and then pull back. The lips of my pussy 
clung to it as if begging it not to leave and then 
their cry was repeatedly answered as the strange, 
wonderful thing entered me yet again. 

Mike pulled the two pillows from under our heads and 
placed them one on top of the other in front of me. I 
was wondering the purpose of this when he withdrew from 
me leaving me suddenly feeling sad and depressed. I 
wondered if I had done something wrong.  

Wordlessly, he guided me to my hands and knees and 
pulled the pillow under my hips and then, gently 
putting a hand in the small of my back, he had me relax 
myself and lay down. I still didn't grasp the purpose 
of this and felt sort of silly and suddenly modest with 
my face on the mattress and my butt weirdly sticking up 
in the air. 

He scooted around behind me and gently separated my 
legs. The cool air of the room made me very aware of 
the moisture between my legs until I felt Mike's hairy 
thighs press up against me. I turned my head to look 
and saw him sort of kneeling behind me and looking down 
between us. He put one hand on my hip and then the 
other went between us and he pushed up against me and 
guided himself into me again. In one magical moment he 
was in me so deep, so fully...I closed my eyes and 
simply enjoyed it while this wonderful man loved me and 
made me realize that I was a woman. 

"Oh, Mike... I love you." I managed to whisper it. 

"Mmmhhmmm," was all he could muster as he scooted up to 
me a little closer and then I felt him go deeper than 
he had before. 

The wonderful feelings went on and on seemingly forever 
until Mike finally put his hands on my hips and held me 
tightly to him. All I could feel was his body deep 
inside of mine and it was so beautiful...so beautiful 
to have him be in me. 

He drew a breath and then pulled himself completely out 
of my body before slowly, agonizingly, filling me again 
and restoring that beautiful feeling. He stroked a 
finger down my spine and then did it again. Then he 
held me by the hips and, bit by bit, began to seek his 
own satisfaction. His thrusts gathered momentum until I 
felt like I was attached to some sort of wonderful 
machine bent on my...pleasure!

It wasn't like before; it just hit me like a jolt of 
lightning. It started in my belly and exploded 
outwards. My toes and my fingers tingled. A warmth 
passed over me and tingles of pleasure tweaked at me 
from my nipples where they rubbed on the sheet. I am so 
sorry that mere words can't describe what was an almost 
spiritual experience. I felt lifted from my body and 
taken into Heaven for a moment and then the joy 
subsided like the rumbling of an earthquake after it 
hits. 

My senses slowly came back and with my passion sated so 
did my judgment. 

"Mike, please, we have to stop now... please."

He said nothing and being in no position to stop him 
all I could do was hold onto the sheet while Mike 
pounded away at me with a frenzy. 

I was about to say something else when I heard myself 
say, "Ohmigodohmigodohmigodohmigod", as another 
magnificent release blasted across me. In the midst of 
my joy Mike pulled me up against his chest with one arm 
around my breasts and the other about my belly and held 
me tight while his deeply embedded cock erupted itself 
into me. I couldn't help myself as I writhed against my 
lover, my body demanding as much of him as I could 
take. 

"Ooooh, Lori..." 

He thrust into me a little more and answered the demand 
of my body with another violent pulsing of his cock to 
tell me that I was his. He held me against him for a 
while and we kissed again before he gently laid me back 
to the mattress with our bodies still joined. With my 
ass still propped up on the pillows a part of my mind 
imagined semen seeping into the corners of my body 
seeking to change my life. 

And I didn't care.

Come the morning I woke up before Mike did and realized 
I had spent the entire night draped over the two 
pillows. Mike had been thoughtful enough to draw the 
blankets over me to keep me warm. I started to stir and 
try to get myself off the pillows without waking Mike 
or falling on the floor when I saw Mike open his eyes. 

"THAT is the best thing I think I've ever seen!" 

We both giggled and then I asked him to help me out. 

"Sure thing I will." He smiled saying this and pulled 
back the sheets. His erection was quite obvious. He 
pulled my legs apart and got behind me. 

"That's not the kind of 'help' I had in mind! I need to 
go to the bathroom!"

My pussy was still soaked with moisture and my body 
offered no resistance at all as my lover mounted me. 

"You'll go to the bathroom soon enough."

I'd like to tell you of another passionate experience, 
but I realized that this was just sex. There was no 
prelude to this as it was all overture. I felt Mike 
move around behind me and inside me to get the perfect 
position and then he just went at it. In a few minutes 
he was holding himself inside me and I was very 
conscious of feeling his pulses in his cock travel past 
my pussy lips to spray into my body. He held himself in 
me for a while and caressed me and asked me what I 
wanted for breakfast.

When he pulled out of me and picked me up to carry me 
to the bathroom I winced with embarrassment as I could 
hear myself dripping on the floor. Mike sat me on the 
toilet while he drew the bath and I didn't bother with 
being modest as I let go a stream that was pent up for 
a good ten hours. I wiped off and found that wiping 
didn't do much good. Mike helped me into the tub and 
then went off to make the breakfast. 

I bathed and wondered at the evening and it wasn't long 
before Mike told me to get ready for breakfast. I stood 
up the best I could and was drying off when Mike came 
in and lifted me out of the tub and then stood me up 
and dried me off himself all while telling me some 
tidbit of news from CNN. Cuddling up in one of his nice 
robes he carried me out to the living room and sat me 
in the recliner and served me breakfast. 

Breakfast was raisins in oatmeal with cream and a 
sliced orange. 

Just like yesterday. 

An orange. And then cream? 

A chill went up my spine. 

"Mike, where did the oranges and the cream come from?"

"From the little store about a half mile from the mine, 
where else?" 

To be continued?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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