Patreon LogoYour support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)

Madame Brunet (LingeringDesire & CharmSnake)

"Yes, do you require my assistance tonight."

"Is that how formal everyone speaks in France?" he joked with a subtle smirk.

She stood between his legs. He took her by the hips and drew her close so that her knees were against the chair. Jacquelyn was so short that, despite his seated position, his head was level with her neck. Massaging her hips with his large hands, he slowly gathered up the hem of her nightgown and slipped beneath it. Her skin was warm and smooth and he easily traced the the ridge of her pelvis. Giving her ass a squeeze, he felt her young flesh snap back into place as he let go. His hands slid upwards, taking inventory of her ribcage until his thumbs reached the curves of her breasts. He shifted his own hips in the chair allowing his erection room to grow in his pants and rubbing her tits in slow circles, feeling the nipples budding into his palms. Her nightie shifted about as his hands worked the soft small mounds beneath.
 
Jacquelyn blushed softly, her education slipped in at times. "Oui" she smiled down softly at her husband as he pulled her closer. Her heart raced as he caressed her soft skin. The air was cold against her skin as he lifted the hem of her night dress. She didn't resist him and instead placed her hands on his broad shoulder and gazed into his eyes. She moaned softly as his hands slid up along her body to fondle her breasts. "Andre," she sighed softly, eyes closing as he worked. "Will we make love again tonight?" She asked him.
 
He answered with his hands, returning them to her waist to tug at her underpants. Slowly they slid past her hips and down her thighs until they fell to the floor on their own. Bracing her with his left hand on her bum, he placed his right palm on her tummy. His thumb pointed down to find her golden fur and dug slow circles into her mons. The circles reached further and deeper, stretching the skin of the hood of her clitoris. His firm hand on her ass steadied her as her stance wavered.

It was silent. The fire in the stove had reduced to hot ashes and no longer crackled. The rustling of her coarse nightgown was dominated by the sound of her breath.

Then he guided her arms down from his shoulders to untie his pants and the chair creaked as he lifted his bum and with his hands pushed down on his waistline.
 
Not that last night was really them making love, but it was better in this moment to state such instead of the horrible descriptive words that came to mind. She noticed that instead of voicing an answer, his hands tugged her panties down her thin legs, allowing them to drop to the floorboards where she stepped out of them.

His fingers moved. Jacquelyn closed her blue eyes and leaned her head back. Her breathing grew shallow as he guided her hands down to his pants. undoing the laces she helped him remove them and stood before him on quaking legs. She initiated a kiss, it was soft, timid and more sweet than the moment called for. But she was quaking like a leaf and was unsure of the actions she should take.
 
She leaned forward and kissed him. She was soft and warm and perfectly feminine in every way. He kissed back, his tongue slipping into her mouth as he palmed her breasts. Stepping his ankles out of his pants, their lips parted to her trembling breath. He took her thighs in his hands and sat her onto his lap. She was light as a bird. They kissed again and with his right hand he lifted her by her little bum and positioned her over his erection propped up straight by his left. André held his breath as his glans probed at her wet entrance, and he let her begin to slide down.
 
Her lips parted to him, her pink tongue brushing against his as she moaned softly against his lips. She felt him moving and when their lips parted she smiled down at her husband. Jacquelyn felt him pulling her into his lap and sat gingerly while she lifted her gown off of her thin body as he lifted her up again. "Andre..." She whimpered softly, feeling the head of his cock resting against her wet entrance. Her heart raced, her pussy throbbed and her hands slid up along his shoulders as she moaned and slowly speared herself on his cock. It felt so different this time, there was no pain and he was allowing her to guide the experience. Her eyes met his, desire filled the blue depths. "Husband." She whispered as her ass landed on his thighs, he was so deep.
 
She surrounded him in warmth. Her ass nuzzled into his lap and his cock stood tall and stiff inside her. Taking her ribcage firmly in his hands he lifted her up, exposing his shaft enslickened by her want. Then gently he let her down again and repeated. Slowly up and down her little body caressed his length, each time with a slight grunt from his throat as she bottomed out and ground against him.

The pace increased, just enough that their motion was continuous. Her tiny breasts gave the slightest jiggle before his face on each impact. His mouth found a nipple and suckled. Up and down, up and down in the quiet of the little house, the only sounds those of their breath, the rhythm of his subtle grunts, her soft moans and the creak of the chair with each stroke.
 
Her fingers gripped at his shoulders as he lifted and dropped her on his length repeatedly. The actions caused her breasts to jiggle. Each time he dropped her she moved, arching into him. Her tiny clit turning and pulling inward as he took her. Her head fell backwards, long hair unfurling as she pulled down her coiled bun. The ends of her hair stroking his thighs as she landed against him.

Jacquelyn couldn't help herself, her soft moans growing sharp as he ground up into her. Her beaded nipple being tugged between his questing mouth. Her fingers pulled his head to her, whimpering. "Andre," She gasped. "Please." One glance down and he could see her toes curling as the position of their love making made sure his cock hit something pleasurable inside her. Her fingers tightened on his hair, her heart beating so fast as pressure built inside her.

One hand slid from his hair to his shoulders, the nails raking along the skin. The way he held her and moved her body on his made her feel needed. He wanted her so badly he couldn't even wait until they were in the bed. It felt so good for him to want her, for him to need her as he did. Her back arched, feeding her breast to him. "Andre... Andre..." She murmured.
 
The roll of her hips ground her clit against him. Each repetition she seemed to push harder, linger longer and arch her back further. His lips released her nipple to kiss her neck. The little fingers of one hand combed through his hair while her other hand embraced his body lovingly. She wanted him as much as he wanted her and the soft moans she made gradually grew into a more passionate staccato. The arching of her back became so pronounced that her chest was pushing into his face. He took the other nipple in his mouth. Dropping her one more time, he let her grind, helping add pressure by grabbing her buttocks and pushing down. He released her nipple and let out a long moan.

Then André sat up straight in the chair and pulled his feet in beneath him. Supporting her with his hands under her ass he rose to his feet, his cock still in her, her chest pressed to his. Taking two careful steps to the table he sat her upon the edge and slowly laid her back, lifting the length of her hair back so she would not lay upon it. Her face nestled down in her own pool of gold. Holding her thighs up and apart he began screwing her.

Looking down he watched himself disappear beneath the dark gold swath of her mound. He sank in, dark veiny and slick, withdrew and sank in again. Jacquelyn was tight but pliant and she formed and reformed around his shape with each stroke. He leaned down over her, his elbows resting on the table at her sides. His hands slipped under her and held her by the shoulders. Each thrust was long and deep and punctuated with a savoring grind causing a lustful grunt.
 
She ground on him, hips moving in a way she felt pleasure. So new to the feeling she loved how it felt, such a different feeling than the night before when he took her roughly in their bed. Now his hands were gentle and he let her explore his body, her fingers running along his chest and back. Her nails scraping at his skin as she felt him holding her down. "Andre," She cried out. Something was building, but before it could take her, he was standing and moving.

"No... no." She whispered, thinking he was done already. Then she was on the table, laying back and staring up at her husband. His hips moved, causing her focus to waver. Watching his cock move into her body she found her hips eagerly moving to meet him, she moaned. "Yes..." She sighed. Her hands reached for him, stroking at his stomach, the skin there covered with hair. Jacquelyn didn't mind.

Soon though she wasn't able to touch him as he laid his body down flat on hers. arms holding and pulling her to him as he thrust into her tight channel. She felt her body pulsing around him. Her spread legs wrapping around his back and her hands stroking along the same. His deep thrusts caused her body to quake with need for release as he ground himself into her.

Her mouth sought his, lips sucking and pulling at his lips as she gasped and moaned, her hips working with his to bring them both to the brink. "Please Andre," She begged, unsure of what it was she even begged for, maybe he knew. Her hand slid along his back and to his ass, she gripped and held him to her as she ground up against him. The action nearly causing her eyes to roll into her head.
 
Of their own free will her thighs lifted and her ankles crossed over his back locking him in. Her arms embraced him as their bodies pressed against one another. In this way she urged him on.

André with his arms still beneath her, curled his fingers around her shoulders to jam himself deep into her pussy. A shudder crept into his groans as he pressed, panting heavily with toil. The nails in the table creaked away to the rocking rhythm.

Jacquelyn pleaded with him between frantic kisses and gasping breaths. It seemed that his young wife had quickly taken a liking to such intimate pleasures. Her neck convulsed and her irises disappeared under fluttering eyelids. Clutching her shoulders for one final momentous grind, he peaked and his throbbing cock gave her depths a gentle creaming of sperm, announcing his release with a satisfying moan.

Once the spasm of his loins subsided he rested on his elbows to take his weight off of her while he caught his breath. Dropping his forehead gently onto her chest, he began to soften.
 
Her pleads were answered when he came deep inside her. Jacquelyn gasped, "Thank you." She felt him pulse and throb within her as he moaned. Sh stroked his face and back, he'd given her what she wanted. Silly Louise and her ideas of babies, had she caught baby fever?

Shaking it off she smiled softly down at her husband, she hadn't cum and she didn't know she could or should. Such naivety in his young wife. Her fingers pulled his face up to his, lips bestowing his face with soft kisses before she found his lips.

Tonight had been soft and pleasing to the woman, she had enjoyed having him this time. Her fingers caressed his back. "Will you have me again in bed?" She asked him softly, unsure. Maybe they would move to their bed and make love again, that was what she wanted but not if he was unable.
 
André rested a moment as his wife's kisses alighted upon his like butterflies.

"Will you have me again in bed?"

"Mmm." The answer in his mind was probably, but he was too relaxed to form the words.

Her leg fell aside as he reached to dim the lantern sitting on the table upon which they had coupled, then he rose from her embrace. Gathering her into his arms and hoisting her aloft, her long golden hair hung freely over his left arm, her slight calves dangling over his right. Stepping the short distance in their tiny shack to the bed, he rested his foot on the edge of the crate to prop her across his thigh, freeing is hand to toss the bed spread open so that he could place her on the sheets. Then he crawled in behind her and pulled the blanket back over them.

His soft cock, freshly lubricated from their affections pressed against her ass and his arm reached over to embrace her by her breasts. One nipple pressed into his forearm and the other into his palm. He groped lazily as he was still recovering but something within his loins was already stirring.
 
His soft sound confused her, perhaps he needed more time to recuperate. Laying there on the table she watched him as he gathered her in his arms. Knowing where he was taking her made her smile. Tonight was how last night should have been. He should have carried her to bed and made love to her with passion like he just had. Her arms looped around his neck and she snuggled her face into his neck.

The bed was not comfortable, but adding the extra blankets she'd found helped. Sighing she settled back against him. His arm fell across her breasts as he covered them. She felt her nipple dragging across the flat of his palm. Tilting her head she looked at him, "Are you pleased with me Andre? Do I make you happy?" Her words were soft as the tips of her fingers traced his jaw and nose.

She lay there in his arms, shyly wanting to know more about sex but afraid to ask. She wanted to know if there was more than her just laying there and receiving his seed. If it was merely children he was after because of it or more. Jacquelyn enjoyed the closeness. The way he filled her and the way it felt for him to move within her, she loved it. It scared her, but she knew she could love him.
 
"Are you pleased with me Andre? Do I make you happy?"

"Mhmm," he answered lazily, as if sex was something to be talked about.

He shifted slightly, so that she lay on her back and he on his side and took his arm from across her breasts away to guide his hardening cock. His other arm burrowed beneath and around her to continue fondling her nipple. Feeling the cum on his dick reminded him of the power he had to orgasm freely without caution now. They were husband and wife and there would be no consequences. He could fill her with abandon.

With his cock in his fist and his forearm lifting her thighs over his own, he lined his glans up with her lips. Everything was already slick and he entered easily although the new angle did not allow full penetration. Still tugging on her nipple with the other arm beneath her he pressed his mouth to her cheek as he began slowly screwing her again.
 
Jacquelyn was confused by his quietness, she wasn't asking about if she pleased him sexually. She wanted to know that she pleased him as a wife and if she made him happy. This was only because of their rocky start to it all on the boat and her being ill. She bit her lip as she felt him position her.

Up until now she'd didn't realize he'd recovered, but she felt him press into her. She moaned as the angle caused him to hit something that caused her body to arch into him. He pulled at her nipple and pressed his face to her cheek. Turning her head so her lips could press to his, she smiled softly before pressing her lips to his.

Maybe their love would bloom in the spring with the flowers, she thought. Perhaps it would come with the knowledge of a child growing in her womb. Perhaps it would never come, she was saddened by this thought as she caressed his hip with one hand and the other clenched at the sheets. He was providing pleasure, but she didn't understand it and couldn't just let go.
 
His wife's little body writhed in his arms. Her flesh was willing. He pistoned in and out of her, angling his pelvis a little more with each stroke trying to delve deeper within her. Their tongues entwined intimately. The lamp on the table cast a silhouette upon the wall behind the bed, her thighs propped upward and feet dangling back down, the whole outline jerking and jiggling with each of impact of his passion. Letting go of her nipple to tightened his grip on her body, he braced her as still as he could to maximize his penetration, wedging further into her narrowing depths, indulging himself inside her.

They fucked in silence. Only the sounds of their breath and intermittent mewlings, the creaking of the crate and the swishing of the straw beneath them were heard.
 
Jacquelyn moaned against his lips as his length hit something in her channel. But he moved and adjusted away from it, whatever it was. Clenching the bed she whimpered as he was able to move deeper. The angle calmed and he thrust hard into the pleasurable spot once again. It wasn't much longer, as the bed creaked and shuffled beneath them that she let go.

A gasp, followed by a hiss left her as she came on his cock. Her channel clamping and quivering on his cock as she grew more wet while he plumbed her depths. "Andre.... my husband..." She sighed, her fingers ripping a small hole in the sheet and her other hand leaving a few red lines on his arm, where she gripped him. Though she didn't know... all she knew was a blinding pleasure he'd given her moments before, though they still squirmed and writhed on their bed now.
 
Her fingers dug into his arm like a steel trap and she sighed his name with that delicate accent that she spoke with. Her entire body was clenched rigidly. The wetness dripped out of her. It ran out and soaked the sheets as he withdrew his tapered cock to its narrower end, allowing the fluid to escape. Pressing himself back in with a groan, displacing the remnants of her juices, she was much more relaxed post-climax as he continued to fuck. Delectable wet smacking sounds came from her lips.

After a moment he withdrew and crawled over her and positioned himself between her legs. Reaching down he lined himself up and slipped easily into her pliant narrow entrance with a long moan of satisfaction. Slipping his arms beneath her, he held her bony body tightly and resumed fucking. The pace was quicker now and his balls slapped gently against her bottom. The shadow of his own ass pumped up and down on the wall beside them.
 
She felt the puddle form beneath her ass as he began to slowly entered her again, more fluids running down her backside with each new thrust he gave her. Jacquelyn moved, following his movements. Sighs and soft sounds of pleasures left her vocal chords as she stroked her hands over wherever she could reach on his body.

"No, Andre... please... please, keep going..." She whispered. But he was over her and entering her body once more. It was the same position as the night before, a position she knew. As his arms wrapped about her a moan came out of her parted lips. He took her harder now, at a pace she adored. Her hips lifted to get him deeper, fingers gripping his shoulders as he fucked her.

Her lips lifted and soft kisses were placed along his jaw and neck. She felt it building again, the pleasure. "I feel it... again..." She sighed, her legs lifted higher and clenched around his body. She wanted another moment of pleasure, when the world spun out of control.
 
She was taking to this much easier than he thought that she might when he first laid eyes upon her. So timid and sickly a day and a half previous, she proved most energetic and willing now. He relished the feel of her scant frame in his arms, her thin limbs entwining about him. She was becoming less and less delicate by the trifle and less hesitant by the chasm.

The grasp of her body tightened, not only by her hands on him and her thighs around him, but also her inner core insatiably wringing every drop of ecstasy from his cock. André repositioned his knees slightly to enable himself to plunge down into her sopping channel. Her cooing sighs and his toiling grunts displaced the silence of the little shack, their passions much louder than the swishing straw beneath them.

As she alighted kisses along his jaw their lips met and he dug his tongue deep into her mouth as the pace intensified. Each dropping thrust struck her clitoris with force and was punctuated by dangling slap of his scrotum and a muffled staccato grunt deep into her open mouth.
 
Her cries of pleasure were muffled by his mouth as he filled the void with his tongue. Jacquelyn curled her fingers into his flesh as her husband moved harder into her small body. The pleasure he struck up was too much.

So much so that it brought tears to her eyes, she saw lights and dots and swirls. Everything was too much for her to hang on to and she just let go. Her pleasured cries rang around the room as her lithe body lifted from the bed to meet her husbands powerfully jarring thrusts.

Never had she known such pleasure and such a feeling as what he made her feel when he filled her like this. She found herself begging for him in broken French and Italian. her small hands digging into both his back and the covers of their bed. In her moment of pleasure, she gave over to her baser needs and begged him for a child to fill her womb. He was after all, her husband.
 
Touching her face he felt the wet tears streaming down her temple and into her hair. Her scant limbs were easily manoeuvrable affording any adjustment to the angle of his penetration. Her fingers tried to dig into the sinews of his back as if she were desperate to keep from falling off a cliff. heat surrounded their bodies, a greasy sheen formed between them where their flesh pressed, licked cool upon exposure.

As she clung to him he clutched the edge of the bed to drive himself deep within her and felt his glans dabbing in the gooeyness of his previous ejaculation. A wave of pleasure began to mount within his loins to the point where his orgasm was imminent. Driving deep into her once more, he erupted with an uncontrollable groan and spurted. His body jarred a moment and he spurted again and once more, seeding her thoroughly.

His breath was heavy. The activity had been intense and his satisfaction was complete. The cabin fell silent again, the rhythm of their recovering lungs filling the evening quiet. André nearly fell asleep atop her until the slip of his receding limp cock snatched him from the grip of slumber. He rolled off of his wife and embraced her, body serene and eyes dozing.
 
It seemed his body complied with her request and at his deepest exploded into her waiting body. She felt Andre tense and she smiled, her lips pressing to his jaw and lips encouraging his behavior. At least they had this. She smiled, knowing some of the others she was with would not be as jovial to their husbands and take to their beds as easily. Jacquelyn had taken little convincing past that first night, but even then she'd been fine.

Deep breaths, lungs pulling air into their overworked lungs as they lay together recovering. His weight was still upon her, legs wrapped about him unwilling to let him go just yet. Exhaustion crept in and she slowly drifted away. Then, Andre moved, rolling off of his wife leaving her to the cold air and a cold puddle beneath her. She blushed, tomorrow she would clean their bed and make certain to place something down to catch the evidence.

Snuggling into his embrace she sighed and quickly was back asleep. The nights late activities making sleep come easily. Soon soft sounds of breathing could be heard as she drifted to sleep beneath the thin blanket she pulled over them.
 
The first week of their marriage had passed. After such a wet April the first dose of proper sunshine was helping the garden and green was sprouting all over the dark patch of mud. Carrot tops were the first to show as well as the shoots of peas and beans. Potatoes would soon follow.

All the posts were in the ground for the chicken coop and the frame was in place. André had a pile of slats ready to construct the walls and roof. They were stacked in the varying lengths that he had carefully measured out. It was a Saturday. He gathered some firewood from the side of the house and piled it next to the stump where his hatched leaned but before he could begin splitting it into kindling a guest in a black cloak walked up the path.

"Bonjour Monsieur Brunet."

It was the Vicar Sevigny. The priest was handsome and in his late twenties. His small congregation was housed at the little shack with the iron cross in the clearing next to Boisvert's store.

"Bonjour," sighed Brunet as he paused his work and leaned upon his axe handle.

"Just come to see that all is well and to check that Madame Brunet has settled in," said the priest in a deep and soft tone.

"Yes everything is fine."

"I trust that she is about?" he asked. "If you have the time?"

André relented and led Sevigny into the house. There were always things to do and a religious interruption was an intrusion.

"Jacquelyn? We have a guest," he announced, then begrudgingly introduced, "Father Sevigny."

"Bonjour Madame," said the priest as he appraised the house with a nod. "I trust everything is well in your new home?"

As if it were the church's business any longer. The transaction was complete and as Brunet had only considered his payment a finder's fee, they had never owned Jacquelyn as Brunet did not own her himself even now. After seeing how the church had treated the natives, who in their right mind would wish to be in their care? Now here was this young priest checking up on him to see that he had looked after his wife. Brunet supposed that he ought to offer him a chair, but instead stuck his chin out to bite his tongue, hoping that the visit would not be long.
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top Bottom