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The Only Rules That Matter (TheCorsair, Madame Mim)

Jenny noticed that no one was following and turned just in time to see Teague draw a knife on her son. She opened her mouth and started back in, ready to unleash the fury of a thousand Hells on the man, before he drove the knife into his own leg. She drew up short, eyes wide and swallowing hard. Wood. He had a wooden leg. She couldn't hear what Teague was saying to her son, but from John's expression it wasn't anything terrible. Presumably teaching him a lesson about calling his sister a cripple. Jenny pursed her lips as Teague came to join her at the door.

"I don't approve of your methods, but it apparently has results," she said tersely. Jenny's eyes hardened as she looked over him. "But if I ever even suspect you mean any of my children harm, I will end you and you will beg for it by the time I'm done. You may be their grandfather by blood, but you're still a pirate trust has to be earned. Is there any part of this you are not clear on?"

"Everything's quite clear, mum," Teague said quietly, something dark in his voice but no overt threat becoming apparent.

Jenny's expression cleared and her smile was almost cheerful. "Good. Now, let's start over. Mr. Teague, I'm Jenny. I'm your son's wife. This is Lucy and Brigid."

"Captain Edward Teague at your service, ma'am," Teague tipped his hat to her, still speaking in a quiet tone though the danger was gone. When John joined them they walked together to the Nest near the outskirts of town.

"Ssh yes I know," Jenny cooed to Brigid, who had started wailing almost as soon as they'd walked in. She had handed Lucy off to John and was undoing her blouse to feed one daughter before the other started crying. With one hand she held the babe to her breast she prepared dinner with the other, glad she had cut up the rabbits and potatoes before she'd gone to the tavern as she dumped ingredients into the pot over the roaring fire for a stew.
 
"Captain Edward Teague at your service, ma'am," Teague tipped his hat to her, still speaking in a quiet tone.

John strode forward, joining them. "Johnathan Edward Sparrow," he said. "Since we're starting over."

"Oh, I know lad," Captain Teague said, smiling. "I was there, wasn't I? At the..."

"No, you weren't." Starting over or not, John was a long way from letting the man change the facts like that.

Teague sighed irritably. "At yer christening, as I was going to say afore I was rudely interrupted. "Blessed with the sacred water o' th' Ganges River, in far off India. An' a little squallin' thing ye were, then. As if ye'd no love for priests. Oh, ye shoulda seen your John then, Jenny. Not much bigger than Brigid there, an' not much quieter neither." He glanced back at John. "Have ye still got that little elephant I gave ye then?"

John startled. He'd been lost in memory, hearing his mother tell him again of being baptized in a magic river in the far Indes, and had half lost the thread. "What? Elephant? Uhm... no. I'm not sure what you're talking about."

"Pity that," Teague sighed. "Lovely little bit of ivory and gold, that was. You used ta chew on it." He stopped, staring at the cottage before him. "And is this yer home?"

"It is, yes," John answered, voice hard again.

"Nice. I remember wanting a place like this, once. But, the sea's in me blood now. I'd no more be happy here than a fish would." He smiled, thinking of old times. "No, no plot of land for Captain Teague. Just Davy Jones' Locker, and a berth in Fiddler's Green." Then he stepped forward, opening the gate for Jenny with a bow. "But enough woolgathering, right?"

John took Lucy, and Jenny began feeding Brigid with one hand while tossing ingredients into the stewpot with the other. Two rabbits that Jack had taken down with a sling just that morning. Potatoes and carrots and onions from their garden, by way of the root cellar. A bundle of thyme and sage. It didn't take long before the house was fragrant with the scent of the stew.

Trying to play the good host, John set a mug before his... before Captain Teague and poured them each a beer. "So," he asked, "why have you come looking for me, after all these years?"

"Ah, lad," Teague grinned. "I promised your lass we'd talk business after dinner." He groped in his sack, and drew forth a battered old guitar. "Instead... children? Would ye like a song?"

"What kind of song?" Jack asked.

Teague grinned. "A sea shanty. Yer granddad's a sailor, ain't he?" He began to pick out a tune. "Now... Jack? Anne? I'll need you to help with the chorus. They's two parts: the first runs Blow high, blow low, and so sail we, and the second runs All a-cruisin' down the coast of High Barbary. Can ye do that?"

"We can!"

John looked suspicious. "What sort of song is this?"

Teague played a chord, then took a pull from his bear. "Ah! Good, that is! And it's just a working song. Sort of thing we sing while running the sails. An' here we go..." He began to play, and to sing..
 
"The Ganges?" Jenny looked over at her husband. "I thought you said that was just a story your Mum used to tell you?" A small smile played at her lips but she didn't push it further. She knew how difficult this was already for John.

While Jenny prepared dinner John brought beer to Captain Teague. She didn't hear the conversation but saw when Teague pulled out a guitar and picked out a tune. She couldn't help but smile a little, watching Anne pull herself over, staring curiously, while Jack pulled up a cushion from the couch.

"What kind of song?" she heard Jack ask.

Teague grinned. "A sea shanty. Yer granddad's a sailor, ain't he?"

"No," Jack said bluntly. "My Granddad's a tavern keeper."

"People usually have two granddads, Jack," Jenny called from the kitchen. "You know how Granddad's my dad?"

"Uh huh."

"Well Captain Teague here is Daddy's dad." They would need to think of something for the children to call Teague, apart from granddad.

"Oooh."

Teague had finished tuning his guitar. "Now...Jack? Anne? I'll need help with the chorus."

Jenny smiled to herself as she finished throwing together the last bits of stew together and listened to Teague singing with Anne and Jack. He might be a pirate and he might look rough, but he was good with her children. She felt a bit of her iciness towards him begin to melt as she pulled her blouse back together and put Brigid over her shoulder to burp her. She came and sat on the floor with her children, eventually being persuaded into singing the chorus with them.

"Not one I've heard before, I don't think," Jenny mentioned once the song was done. "You learn a lot of songs, working in the Black Anchor, but that's not much a common one. 'Course, I might just pay more attention to the Irish songs for eh...obvious reasons." It occurred now to Jenny, with a light flush, that she was Irish and Catholic. Teague might not like either of those things and if John wanted him as a part of the family again then where would they be?
 
Teague laughed as Jenny flushed. "Because you're Irish, is that it? Irish and a Papist?" He held up a hand as he saw John bristle. "Naw, lad, peace. I've been more places than you might believe possible, and I've learned that the God that made the seas is too big a God to care what name ye call him by, or what creed ye worship Him with." He took a pull of his beer. "The sea drowns Protestants and Catholics, Christians and Mohemetians and Heathens alike. And I've yet to see a prayer that will still the storms. So, worship how and what ye will lass. End o' the day, there be but two rules that really matter."

John started at that, reciting the words along with Captain Teague. "What a man can do, and what a man can't do." Then he peered suspiciously at his father. "How... do you know that? My mother taught me that, when..."

Teague leaned back, resting his hands on the guitar with a smug, self-satisfied expression. "And I taught them to her, when she sailed with me."

John looked at him, long and hard. "Why... why did you never come back for her? For us?"

Dark eyes flickered, and Teague looked away. "Ah, John, I tried. Truly, I did. Even under sentence of death, if I be taken in English waters, I tried. But..." He licked his lips. "But the sea gets into yer blood. And she's jealous, the sea is, and she rarely gives up what she's gained. A Spanish man o' war sank me ship, with all but three hands lost. Then, when' I'd gained another, Calypso and Clymene near came to blows. Their war spread amongst the Brotherhood, and I had to track down and bargain with that snake Sao Feng to find the cause o' the dispute."

He drank more beer. "The full tale'd take months and secrets, John. But... I had to sail three times for China. Three times. By... by the time... I was done? I figured Anne had given me up fer dead, found someone new. Someone who'd make her happy."
 
Jenny watched the expression on Teague's face as he explained why he'd never come back for John's mother. Her heart saddened as he explained everything in brief, and when he confessed he thought Anne had found someone who would make her happy. She couldn't imagine ever giving up on John like that. After a few moments silence she swallowed hard and stood.

"Jack, you wanna help me put the twins to bed?" she said, taking his hand as she stood.

"But I haven't even had supper..."

"It'll still be here; supper's almost ready sweetheart," she assured him, taking Lucy from John and bringing the children into Sally's room where the twins slept. It wasn't visible from the front, but whenever they could spare her brothers and father were helping John add on another room to the house. It wasn't done yet; they hadn't much free time these days and although Michael giving John a job had been a blessing the money was nowhere near what he'd been making at the apothecary.

"'S a nice family you got there, John," Teague said as he watched Jenny take the kids away. "The kinda family I wish I'd been able to have with you. Truly John, I am sorry you know."
 
"'S a nice family you got there, John," Teague said as he watched Jenny take the kids away. "The kinda family I wish I'd been able to have with you. Truly John, I am sorry you know."

John didn't answer, not right away. He was still mulling over Teague's words. I figured Anne had given me up fer dead, found someone new. Someone who'd make her happy. If he had been placed in that situation, would he have done the same? Assumed Jenny believed him dead, and moved on with her life? No, he didn't think he would. But... could he say for sure?

He glanced over at the open door, watching Jenny rock Lucy to sleep. No, he decided, he'd never willingly give up on her. On them. If he had to climb back out of Hell itself, he'd never give up on them.

"I know," John said, not taking his eyes from the silhouettes of Jenny and Jack. "I know."

After a moment, he looked at Edward Teague. Really looked, noting the similarities in the man's features to the man he saw in the mirror when he shaved. He'd always known he must have favored his father, but it was a shock to really see it after all these years. "And... it'll be a long time before I'm able to call you 'father', Captain Teague. But..." He glanced at Anne, playing with Fwee, and then at Jenny and Jack. "My children should know their grandfather. And..." He swallowed, unable to easily put aside two decades of despair and anger and hatred. "And... we'll see."
 
Captain Teague nodded. "Aye. I supposed we will, won't we?" A small smile curved his lips though it wasn't enough to crack the leather of his face. It was a start at least. "You've got some good kids, John. And a good wife. Proud o' ya."

When Jenny had finally gotten the twins to sleep she came back out with Jack, hoping she'd given John and Teague enough time to talk. Instead of joining them in the sitting room she instead continued over to the kitchen, just in case, to check on the stew and dish it out.

"Alright Jack, get the basin and wash your hands. Help your sister." She looked over at the men with a sly smile. "John, Captain Teague, you too. Won't have dirty hands at my table."
 
John's small smile matched Edward Teague's. "And maybe, someday, that might matter."

Before either man could say more, undoutably jeopardizing the truce they'd established, Jenny returned and sent Jack to wash up. Then she emerged from the kitchen, just long enough to send the two men packing after. John laughed. "What was it you said, earlier? About marching orders?"

Teague laughed as well. "Women rule the world, lad. They just let us think we're in charge."

"Daddy!" Anne called. She'd pulled herself up, clinging to a chair to provide the balance her crippled legs couldn't. Now, holding tight with one hand, she reached out with the other. "I wash, too!"

Teague laughed again, as Jihn went to pick her up. "See, lad? Even at that age."
 
"There's a good lass, Annie," Jenny said approvingly. "Show the men how it's done."

She winked at John, glad he had appeared to make some sort of a truce with Captain Teague at least for now. Once the table was set she, too, came to the basin to wash her hands if nothing else to set a good example. She didn't give Captain Teague a choice as the family held hands to say grace; it was quite clear that while John was the man of the house when it came to domestic things Jenny was very much in charge, and grace was to be said before every meal.

Dinner conversation was light and casual between mouthfuls of rabbit stew. Once that was done Jenny put the children to bed with a song and a story, Fwee tucked in with Anne and Scraps the turtle with Jack in their respective beds. She checked on the babies to make sure they were alright before shutting the doors to the children's rooms and putting on a pot of tea. With the kettle on she sat down on the couch near John and looked with scrutiny over at Teague.

"Alright, Captain Teague," she said after a moment, "what is this you're wanting to offer John?" She held her husband's hand gently in her lap as she studied Teague's expression for any signs of deception.
 
"It does me black old heart to see a wife take an interest in her husband's business," Teague laughed, then started to cough. He clawed a handkerchief from one of his pockets, using it to cover his mouth until it finished. "But as to what I'm offering? Ah, lass..."

He tucked the handkerchief away. "Well, yer family, so I'll not insult ye by temporizin'. But I gots to ask ye, John... do ye believe in magic?"

John's hand tightened on Jenny's. "I stole a book from a mad woman once, who believed she was a witch."

"Really?" Teague looked interested. "And... what did ye do with it?"

"Nothing. Burned it, in the end."

"Probably fer the best," Teague sighed. "Well, can't be helped. See, I've the consumption I have. It's killing me slow, but it'll kill me in the end. And I'm not bound fer Fiddler's Green. Not yet."

He leaned firward, rummaging in his sack. "See, lad... when I found yer ma's letters, I came a-looking fer ye fer two reasons. The first was ta do right by ye. Offer ye a place on me ship, an' learn ye ta take command someday."

"An' the second is this!" He produced an ancient scroll with a flourish. "A chart, showin' the way ta the Isle of Avalon." He shook it, emphasizing his point. "The apples there could heal me, but the chart can on,y be deciphered by family." He gave them a knowing wink. "So I need my son jest like he needs them apples. They could fix what ails yer Anne."
 
"Nothing. Burned it, in the end."

"And it nearly killed us with all the smoke and sparks that came from that thing," Jenny added, squeezing John's hand back. She was glad they had burned it, despite what it could have done for Anne.

"Probably fer the best," Teague sighed. Jenny listened quietly as Teague put forth his plan. He wanted to offer John a place on his ship and possibly command over it some day, which might have been acceptable had Captain Teague not been a pirate. But then he produced a scroll that supposedly showed the way to Avalon. Her breath caught in her throat, being quite familiar with the legends of Avalon though she had never thought it was a real place. "So I need my son jest like he needs them apples. They could fix what ails yer Anne."

Jenny scooted closer to her husband. "Captain Teague, we don't allow magic in this house," she asserted. His comment about taking an interest in her husband's business as if she were a child playing dress-up in her father's shirt had raised her hackles already. "We're good Christians, you know, and we don't indulge in ungodly practices or objects. Isn't that right, John?" She looked to John for an agreement. "And I'll ask you to be careful where you cough while you're at it. Anne's delicate as it is and the twins are only a week old."
 
"I'll try," Teague said, seriously. "But... magic ain't what ye think it is, lass."

"Captain Teague..." John began, but Teague held up a hand.

"Hear me out. Aye, witchcraft - real witchcraft - be vile nagic, and black as the pit. But... ye love one another, and rhat love's brought four beautiful children iinto the world." He made a gesture towards where the children slept. "There's a magic in that, old magic. Magic of bone and blood, echoing the Creation. Same as the magic to be found in Avalon. And just like there's no sin in your love, there's no sin in this kind of magic..."

He tried not to sound desperate. "I need one of them apples, John. Jenny. And, little Anne does too. Say you'll ship with me."

John contemplated his words. "It's... too big," he said slowly. "Too much of a decision to make on the spur of the moment. We have to talk about it."

Teague nodded. "All right. But, don't take too long. I've a need to sail soon, afore the Harbormaster realizes who I am."

John drew a breath. "Do... do you need a place to.."

"Nay, John. I'll sleep on me ship tonight an'..." He considered a moment. "Meet ye at noon at the Black Anchor, for your decision?"

After a moment, John nodded.

"Then I'll push off," Teague said, rising and shouldering his sack. "Until tomorrow."
 
"But...magic ain't what ye think it is, lass."

"It's evil, that much is quite clear," Jenny answered stubbornly.

"Captain Teague..." John started, but Teague held up a hand.

Jenny shifted defensively as Teague insisted that their love had magic in it, that their children were the product of magic. He told them that this was the same kind of magic in Avalon, but even if a "good" sort of magic did exist Jenny wasn't buying it. There was no way to know how Avalon really was, if it even existed. Teague tried not to sound desperate as he insisted he needed one of those apples, but he did. Then he pointed out that Anne needed one, too...and he was right. Her third birthday was in November and the doctor had said it would be a miracle if she lived until then, and she had been just gradually getting worse. There was a temptation in it...

Suddenly John and Teague were standing, saying goodbye. Jenny hugged the old pirate briefly, thanking him for coming to dinner, before bidding him goodbye. Once he was gone, she took John's hand and led him into their room so they might talk without any wakeful children overhearing.

"There shall not be found among you anyone who burns his son or his daughter as an offering, anyone who practices divination or tells fortunes or interprets omens, or a sorcerer or a charmer or a medium or a necromancer or one who inquires of the dead, for whoever does these things is an abomination to the Lord," she quoted Deuteronomy, sitting on the bed and looking sorrowfully at her husband. "John...I'll still love you whatever you do, but this sounds too good to be true. We don't know if Avalon is really as Captain Teague says and, I mean...well, Thessalonians, yeah? 'The coming of the lawless one is by the activity of Satan with all power and false signs and wonders...And no wonder, for even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light.' Even if it does work there's no telling if it would be ungodly. Like that book; I'm sure it would have worked, but at what price?"

Jenny sighed and rose, beginning to undress and unpin her hair for brushing. "And then there's the pirating. That could get you killed." She stood naked at the wash basin, dipping a cloth and scrubbing her skin before patting it dry. She looked up at John, conflict in her eyes. "I won't tell you what to do, John, and I'll love you no matter what. I'm yours, body and soul, forever. I've always meant that and I always will. But...well just be careful whatever you do."
 
As Jenny undressed, John lifted her hairbrush and moved to stand behind her. "No, you won't tell me what to do," he smiled as he began brushing her hair. "But you're the reason I know what I should do. My compass, my precious black pearl, valued beyond rubies." He paused for a moment, carefully working out a tangle. "My wise and beautiful Jenny Sparrow."

Setting the brush diwn, he wrapped her in his arms and held her close. "I'll not deny the temptation, love. But... I've learned my lesson with the witch and her Book." His arms tightened as he shuddered, remembering the way t had screamed in the flames. "Even if this Avalon is real, I'll wager there's nothing there that our Anne has need of."

He stood with her, gently swaying as to unheard music. "And piracy, love? Oh, I'll admit that if I were seventeen and he'd offered that to me, why, I'd have been fool enough to think it great adventure."

Yo, ho, yo ho... Words seemed to join the distant, unheard tune.

"But I'm not seventeen, love."

Hoist the colors high...

"And I've a wife and children, and they deserve better than staring out to sea in hopes of a sail that never comes."

Heave, ho, thieves and beggars...

"So, no. I'll not follow him into his bloody trade or into his quest intto hell."

Never shall we die...

His fingers trailed over her stomach, and he kissed the side of her neck as he cupped her breasts. "Of course, if I didn't know better..." his teeth gently scraped where he'd kissed, "I'd say you hadn't aged at all. You've just grown more beautiful."

Circling her aureolas with his fingers, he watched her expression in the looking glass before them. "Are you certain there's no magic in this house?" he teased, whispering into her ear and pressing his growing hardness against her. "Because I am a prisoner of your charms."
 
Jenny let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding as John assured her he wouldn't follow Teague out to sea. She knew John still had that adventurous streak and had worried for a moment, and perhaps for her own selfish reasons, that he would leave them to go adventuring with his long lost father. She smiled at their reflections in the looking glass.

"I've just grown more beautiful, have I?" she repeated as John's teeth scraped against her skin. She shivered and goosebumps raised on her arms and legs as his fingers traced over her skin. "More beautiful with my stretch marks, my dark nipples, and my baby tummy?" Jenny's body was still recovering from bringing twins into this world; her skin was still loose below her navel and deep scars ran over her tummy and thighs in the form of dark stretch marks.

"Are you certain there's no magic in this house?" John whispered into her ear, making her shiver as he pressed his growing hardness against her lower back. "Because I am a prisoner of your charms."

"Why yes, you clever man," Jenny confirmed with a smile, meeting his eyes in the mirror. "How did you know I've turned a witch and enslaved all your senses to bind you to me." She turned and grinned up at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Now I have you no matter how ugly and old I get." She chuckled as she pushed herself to her toes and kissed her husband.
 
"Old and ugly?" he repeated, making a show of sounding shocked. "Why, Jennifer Sparrow, how dare you say such things! I'll not tolerate such behavior!"

Grabbing her around the waist, he sat and turned her over his knee. His hand slapped down, just hard enough to make a 'smack' sound and sting a tiny bit before sliding over the curve of fer rear and brushing the lips of her sex. "Lying," he said, exaggeratedly disappointed. His hand smacked down again, this time squeezing her rump. "Such a naughty thing to do..."
 
Jenny yelped in surprise as John grabbed her around the waist and put her over his knee. She squealed as he slapped her rear, eyes going slightly out of focus as his fingers brushed over her sex. She bit her lip and breathed in sharply as she prepared for the next blow.

"Lying," her husband said just before smacking her rear again and giving it a squeeze. "Such a naughty thing to do..."

"Oh I'm sorry Mr. Sparrow," Jenny replied, taking on a simpering tone. "I just don't know how to be good on my own. Maybe with a little more discipline I can learn..." She looked over her shoulder up at John with a new fire in her eyes.
 
John met Jenny's gaze with a smouldering fire of his own. "We'll just have to see, Jennifer Sparrow," he answered sternly. His hand slapped down again, then squeezed the inside of her thigh. "But to learn, you must acknowledge your wrongdoing."

His fingernails scraped over sensitive skin, and then he slapped her cheek again. "So tell me," he asked, grinning impishly. "What are you?" Another smack, and this time his fingers sliped down over the curve of her behind and slipped gently into her sex
 
Jenny winced slightly each time John's hand came down against the delicate skin of her rear. It had a bit more padding than when they had first met, but it wasn't unattractive. She tried to keep from squirming and giggling as his nails scraped over her delicate, ticklish skin before he slapped her again.

"So tell me," he asked, grinning impishly. "What are you?"

His hand came down with another smack against her skin. Jenny pressed her hips up as her husband's fingers slipped down the curve of her rear and slipped into her slick sex. Her arm slid down his calf, beginning to untie John's boots as they gently filled her.

"Mmm I'm a naughty girl," she admitted. "So naughty and wicked, telling lies and spreading slander..." Her hand squeezed his ankle before untying his other boot. "Won't...won't you forgive me Master? I'll beg if you want....Mmmmooh!" Her leg moved slightly as John's fingers moved inside her.
 
"Beg, then, you naughty girl." John's voice was devilish as he worked first one and then two fingers into Jenny's sex. He kicked off one of his boots, using the motion to rub his hard cock against her stomach. His fingers slid in and out, making wet sounds as they stretched her walls.

"Beg well enough," he leered, slapping her ass with his free hand and watching it jiggle, "and maybe we'll find a better use for that wicked mouth of yours then spreading slander."
 
Jenny's sex contracted sharply around his fingers as she felt her husband's hardness against her before relaxing again. She groaned and leaned her head down, hair cascading the rest of the way to the floor as he kicked off his boots. She loved it when he made her beg.

"Please John!" she groaned, squirming a little but careful not to move too much. Moving too much always got her punished. "Please let me use my mouth for your cock instead. I don't mean to be wicked." Her nails pressed gently into John's calf. She felt quite exposed, being completely naked while her husband was still fully dressed minus one boot. "I want you to fill me in every way with your delicious cock, Master, and we can start with my mouth. Oh God please John...pretty please fuck me?"
 
"Please John!" she groaned, squirming a little but careful not to move too much. Moving too much always got her punished. "Please let me use my mouth for your cock instead. I don't mean to be wicked." Her nails pressed gently into John's calf.

John's erection throbbed at her words. Grabbing a fistfull of her hair, he tugged until she was looking up and back against him. "Master," he hissed, slipping his fingers from her slick sex and slapping her ass again. "You call me master..." Another slap. "You wicked, disobedient girl."

"I want you to fill me in every way with your delicious cock, Master, and we can start with my mouth. Oh God please John...pretty please fuck me?"

Another slap to her soft, round rear. "Master," he growled, driving his fingers back into her pussy. He tugged her hair again and again, in time of the motion of his hand. "You call me master, and you beg to be allowed to suck your master's cock with your wicked, lying mouth."
 
Jenny yelped a little as a sharp slap landed on her ass again. She never seemed to be able to stay out of trouble. When her husband grabbed her hair and pulled she obeyed, bending backwards to look up at him as he demanded she call him her master.

"Yes Master," she breathed, gripping his knees and using her arms to keep her back bent for as long as he wanted. "I'm sorry Master. Please forgive me!"

John drove his fingers back into her pussy, tugging at her hair and demanding that she beg him to be allowed to suck him off. Her juices slid down his fingers as she groaned and tried not to squirm. The Sparrows' marriage was typically one of equals, which was the way they both wanted it. But there was something about John calling her names and visiting just a little abuse on he that had always turned Jenny on.

"Oh please may I suck your cock, Master?" Jenny begged. "I've been such a wicked slut and I need my master to forgive me! Oh please Master, pretty please let me taste your cock. I'm so hungry for it."
 
Although he'd never have admitted it to anyone but Jenny, John loved this. Oh, of course he loved his wife. He all but worshiped the ground upon which she walked, and adored her as his companion and soul's mate. Her happiness was more important to him than anything in the world. Which was exactly why he could play like this, and not feel worried. He knew Jenny well, and she knew him, and they both knew the kind of things that turned them on.

"Oh please may I suck your cock, Master?" Jenny begged. "I've been such a wicked slut and I need my master to forgive me! Oh please Master, pretty please let me taste your cock. I'm so hungry for it."

Which is why, when he jerked Jenny's hair and she called herself a slut, he could enjoy it. Because he knew she was enjoying it just as much.

John shoved Jenny roughly from his lap, then undid his fly. His penis, hardened by the naked woman begging for him, sprang from his pants. He didn't bother to undress beyond that, just reached down and caught Jenny by the hair again. "Then show me," he growled, dragging her face before his cock. "Show your master what a good cock-hungry slut you are. Please me, and maybe I'll let you have it in your cunt as well."
 
Jenny squeaked in surprise as John shoved her and she tumbled off his lap onto the floor. It wasn't a long way to fall but surprising enough that her knees made a sizable thudding noise on the wooden boards. She froze for a moment, glancing up at John, but didn't hear any of the children walking across the sitting room to their door. She turned to look back at her husband but he'd already caught her by the hair and dragged her face in front of his exposed cock.

"Oh God," she breathed, kissing down his hard length as he demanded that she show him how much she wanted him. "Mmm please anywhere you want...everywhere..." Jenny looked up at John with love and admiration in her expression as he called her a slut and somewhere in the back of her mind she found that sort-of amusing. It was in the far back of her mind, though; at the forefront was John's warm, thick, hard cock.

Jenny took her time at first with him, fondling him lovingly and kissing down his length before running her tongue back up base to tip. But when John was in this sort of a mood 'Master' wasn't a patient man. She grinned before sliding her mouth over his blunt head, then further until she could fit no more without choking. Jenny moaned around his girth, swirling her tongue around his thick shaft before she sucked hard on her way back up his length. As her tongue drew a serpentine pattern along the underside of his shaft while her lips slid back up toward his head, Jenny's fingers snuck into John's pants just enough to gently massage his balls to accompany her ministrations.
 
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