“Okay, so what else did old man Morgan tell you?” She glanced at the bed then back to his throbbing cock.
Joe stopped kissing her and stared at her nakedness; he had surely never seen anything like it before.
“Oh yeah he said umm...” Joe pointed to the bed while he was trying to think of what to say. He remembered what old man Morgan told him but his brain just wasn’t processing his speech at the moment. By the time he was ready to speak again, Jean was laying atop the bed covers waiting for him. He immediately discarded what he was about to say, lay beside her on the bed and kissed her again.
“I’ve never seen a girl naked before.” His hand continued its exploration of her mammary glands and as he kissed the nearest one and fondled the other, he said, with his mouth full, “You got lovely tits.”
“Did old man Morgan tell you to say that?”
“Old man Morgan told me lots of things, he told me it would take my breath away when I lay next to a beautiful girl, and he was right.” Joe ran his tongue around her nipple.
“What else did old man Morgan tell you?” Jean wasn’t expecting all this fuss and nonsense; her Steve would be halfway to climax by now.
“He told me every girl likes to hear nice things said about her.” He gave her nipple another quick flick with his tongue. “And to make sure you kiss her ear and whisper into it.”
Jean couldn’t stop herself from giving a little laugh; she only stopped when Joe gently kissed her ear and whispered. “I think I’m in love with you.”
The whispering in her ear was like an annoying fly tickling her but the gentle feel of his lips on her ear sent a shiver of excitement through her. Her toes curled and her belly seemed to being doing somersaults. She couldn’t wait any longer so she grabbed his head, kissed him passionately, and as she pulled away breathlessly, she asked, “Are you sure old man Morgan said it was my ear you had to kiss, not my lips?”
Jean was used to having sex with Steve up against a tree or a wall, meaning that Steve had never seen her completely naked. This was her first her fist time in a bed and it suddenly seemed so different to her. This was surely not the quick shag she was expecting.
“You didn’t like it?”
“I liked it but it tickles.”
“If it tickles I must have done it right, old man Morgan said the girls say it tickles but it drives them wild.”
Jean was panting and her heart was racing away. She wondered why for they hadn’t done anything yet. “So, what else did he tell you?”
Joe was back to kissing and fondling her breasts. “Umm, well I’m not to rush it; that’d spoil it, oh yeah... your belly button.”
Jean thought he was too nervous to give it to her and was stalling for time. “Gosh, Steve-e-Joe, just get on with... oh... oh...” Jean moaned as Joe gently kissed his way down her belly and his hand began to lightly stroke her thigh.
The kisses made her insides twist and turn and as she writhed on the bed like a dying worm, she didn’t know how much more she could take. She really wanted him to get on with it and shag her. The anticipation was killing her!
“What else did he… oh….?”
Before she could complete her question, Joe’s hand had reached the warmth between her legs and the light touch of his hand on her dark mound of hair took her breath away again.
“Joe what are you trying to do to me?” she asked desperately
Joe stopped licking her belly button and looked up with a smile. “I must be doing it right, for old man Morgan told me you’d ask that.”
Jean was looking at him in disbelief, but she couldn’t get her breath right to tell him to get on with it, she just continued to moan.
“This is amazing,” Joe commented as he watched her body react to his ministrations. “It’s really soft just like old man Morgan said it would be.”
Jean lifted her head up to see Joe running his fingers through her hairs. Jean was shocked to see how much hair she had down there and how dark they were. She could see Joe inching his way down the bed and staring intently at her mound. Jean let her head fall back down on the bed.
“What else did he say?” She was watching him through half-closed eyes.
“Ah, yeah.” He put his two fingers in his mouth, moistened them and then returned them to her mound. “I’ve got to make sure that it’s wet enough.”
I’ve been waiting for this! Jean thought to herself but she was unable to articulate it. Joe was still slowly moving down the bed, with his grand cock proudly pointing at the ceiling. Jean parted her legs wider to make it easier for him and Joe positioned his body between her feet, with his two fingers still desperately probing for something around her outside. Jean knew Joe hadn’t done it before and she wondered if he was using her to practice some form of medical examination.
She felt like saying to him as he stroked her, “You found it. Now use it.” Instead, she asked “Didn’t he tell you what to do next?”
“Well, he didn’t say it would be like this.” He looked up at Jean. “It’s amazing.”
Jean didn’t know whether to kick him, drag him on top of her or cry out with frustration. She gave a little laugh and fought off the cry.
“First, I’ve got to make sure you’re nice and wet.” Joe put his fingers back in his mouth.
Jean couldn’t hold back the tears of frustration any longer and she let out a little sob. Her sob turned to a sigh of relief mixed with a huge moan when Joe’s two fingers finally entered her.
“Aha! There it is. Your magic button.”
Jean didn’t have a clue about what he was talking about, but she didn’t care; his two fingers were pumping away nicely. She remembered Steve had told her to think of him whenever she made loved to another man and he would forgive her. Following his instructions, she closed her eyes, thought of him and whispered his name. “Oh Steve love.”
Her eyes shot open as she felt a tingly sensation in the warmth between her legs. She grabbed Joe’s head by the hair and pulled his face away to discover he was now kissing the little lump hidden down there.
“What do you think you are doing?” she asked, panting. “If you want to shag me, then shag me!”
She was hurting him with the hair pulling and Joe looked up from between her legs with pain written all over his face. She let go of his hair and heard him say, “Not until I make you come first, and the best way is to keep my fingers working while my tongue tickles your magic button.”
“What magic button?”
Joe pulled his fingers out and gently rubbed her clitoris. “This magic button of course, it’s just like old man Morgan told me.”
At the sensation, Jean let her head drop back to the bed and Joe’s mouth went back to work along with his fingers. “How did old man Morgan know about that button?”
“He told me all girls got one and all girls like to have their magic button played with.”
“Is that what he told you?” It was news to Jean, and her Steve had never found it, but Steve-e-Joe had gone looking for it.
The wild part was that it felt extremely nice; her body couldn’t keep still as the pleasure built up until she cried out as she reached her climax.
“Oh Steve, oh Steve-e-Joe what…” She struggled to get her breath. “What did... you... do...?”
“Oh, not much. I just took my time to get you in the right mood for a shag.” He gave her a lovely smile. “Just like old man Morgan told me.”
He smiled again as he admired his work; he had had her crying out with pleasure and bouncing about like a tiny ship on a sea’s big waves just like old man Morgan had predicted.
He gave her a few moments to catch her breath then he said to her, “I guess I done it right, you seemed to be enjoying it.”
“Gosh Steve-e-Joe, how could you do all that, and still have your cock stiff as a pole. You didn’t even take me when I wanted you!”
“Oh, don’t you worry. That’s the next part and old man Morgan
reckons you’ll enjoy it more if I did it right.”
Jean appreciated old man Morgan’s vast knowledge of the female anatomy but she felt if she heard his name one more time, she would scream.
“Come here you daft thing and hold me, I’ve never felt anything like that before, what did you do to me,” Jean said in between gasps, “and thank you.”
“I did alright then, when you cool down a bit we’ll have a shag, then is it?”
Teardrops were in her eyes and she couldn’t answer him properly. All she could do was grab him and kiss him passionately. His hands went all over her as they kissed and rolled all over the bed. His hands didn’t hesitate to go behind her and gently pinch her buttocks.
Jean rolled onto her back, and then took hold of Joe’s cock in an attempt to guide him into her. Joe caught her hand and stopped her.
“Have you cooled down enough to do it now?”
Jean could see that he was seriously hanging on to every bit of knowledge he had gotten from his mentor; she looked him in the eye and still holding his cock, said, “What do you think? Are you ready or have you got to ask old man Morgan?”
“I don’t have to ask him what to do next. I already know that part, I just wanted to get the first part right so you’d want to make love to me again and again.”
With that he rolled on top of her and as his finger found her little button, they kissed hungrily, until Jean managed to say in between moans, “If you don’t shag me right now, I’ll kill you!”
“Wife, I guess you are ready.”
Joe didn’t tell her but old man Morgan had told him that when a woman says something as crazy as that, then he’d know he’d done it right.
They made love furiously and it was over quickly but Jean didn’t care for it was better than anything she could have ever expected. She turned on her side towards Joe and took his deflated cock in her palm.
“How come my Steve is taller than you but you’ve got a bigger cock than him?”
“It isn’t that big,” Joe said, modestly.
“It’s the biggest I’ve seen.” She wiggled it a little.
“And how many cocks have you seen?”
“Just the two, yours and Steve’s... and I love them both before you ask.”
Joe smiled. “I got a feeling you’ll see a few more before we reach York.”
“You think so?” she asked with a grin.
Joe took her nipple in between his forefinger and thumb and played with it, twisting it lightly, as if he were trying to unscrew it.
“Steve said he’d forgive you if you had to sleep with another man to survive this trip,” he said. “He said that because he knew I wouldn’t be able to protect you completely, with all those soldiers.”
“I know,” she said, kissing him. “But never mind about that now; look... I think you’re ready for another go.”
She handled his stiff erection and asked, “What did old man Morgan tell you to do when it come up the second time?”
“A few things... One of them was to try it doggy style first or if we’re not ready for that just yet, we could just do it normally again.”
Joe rolled Jean over on to her belly and kissed her bottom. “God, you’re beautiful,” he said.
Looking backwards over her shoulder, she said, “I think I know the doggy style but what are the other styles?”
Joe raised her to her knees and entered her from behind. She gasped at his penetration and Joe smiled. He ran his fingers lightly down her spine and watched her shiver with excitement. His other hand went under her body to play with her nipples. Seconds later, he let his hand trail further down till he found her third nipple.
As he went in and out of her he said in between gasps, “Old man Morgan told me lots of different ways to please you. He liked the doggy style the best and his first wife liked it the King’s Messenger’s way.”
Jean had no idea what he was talking about and she didn’t care, as long as he just kept playing with her newly-discovered magic button. She was truly discovering why old man Morgan called it a magic button.
“What’s the King’s Messenger’s way?” she asked, breathless.
“Oh, we’ll have to wait for Steve; it’ll take at least two or more of us to show you that.”
She was rocking back and forth, while moaning wildly with pleasure and she managed to say, “Gosh Steve-e-Joe, you don’t know what you’re doing to me but there’s one thing I can tell you... I’m glad you went crop picking with old man Morgan.”
Joe smiled to himself as he was pumped away slowly; waiting for her to come first just like old man Morgan told him.
Jean woke up bathed heavily in sweat back in her bed. She thought it a little sad that she wasn’t in the bed of an old English inn with Joe. She looked at the clock: it was 4:15 am.
Good, there’s still time, she thought to herself.
Steve was snoring deeply beside her and she tried to drown out the noise and go back to sleep to re-join Steve-e-Joe on her new adventure. God it was so real, she fell into the part of an 18-year-old English girl so easily. Jean closed her eyes and tried calling Joe’s name.
No reply.
She tried again, several times.
Joe was gone.
*
Saturday, October 5
0630hrs
Alice paced her room restlessly and in a bid to keep herself occupied, she picked up her phone and sent Agent Burrows an SMS, asking her to knock on her door while she was going down for breakfast.
A few minutes before 7 am, Joe popped into her mind. “Hi!”
Alice jumped as usual when his voice spoke in her head, breaking her thoughts. “Hi Joe,” she replied.
“What’s new, have they caught Kahn’s killer?”
Alice sighed. “Not yet. I just texted Burrows and I don’t think she’s up. And I wouldn’t be either if you didn’t call so early.”
“Damn. Well I had to reach you this early because I’ve got a busy day ahead of me and I don’t know if I’ll be able to get away to call you.”
“A business meeting is it? Is that more important than trying to help the FBI track down a pair of suicide bombers?”
“Wow.”
Realizing she had snapped at him, she immediately felt guilty and apologized. “I’m sorry, Joe. It’s just... I didn’t sleep much last night and I can’t help feeling awful about that boy. If we hadn’t spooked him, he’d still be alive.”
“You can’t blame yourself for that, Alice. The FBI wanted us to help them trace the boy and we did exactly that. So try to think like them right now. They’re probably thinking they’re one step closer to the terrorists by looking for this Ricky fellow. May Kahn RIP, by the way.”
“I guess you’re right,” Alice agreed. “It’s just... being cooped up here isn’t very nice. I know Campbell doesn’t want me tagging along.”
“He’ll be quick enough to ask for your help when he needs it, especially if they find that Ricky guy. Anyway, I’ve got to run. I’ll try and pop back for an update whenever I can, okay?”
“Okay. Later, then.”
Alice watched the morning TV until Burrows knocked on her door. They had breakfast downstairs together and Burrows advised Alice to occupy herself by going sightseeing or shopping. She promised she’d give her a call if anything changed. Alice agreed but the minute Burrows left, she went back to her room and turned on the TV.
At the Field office, Campbell and Burrows checked up the leads the other agents had picked up on the list of suspects named Ricky but nothing positive turned up. It was 9:20 am when a patrol officer called in to report a black SUV with a Pennsylvania GAH number plate, parked in a shopping mall parking lot.
Agent Campbell was up on his feet as soon as he heard it and he yelled out the name of the mall to the office in general, asking, “How do we get there?”
As he grabbed his coat, someone stood up and give him directions.
“Thank y
ou, keep up the good work,” he replied.
Rosemary Burrows followed swiftly and at that point, a vile animosity for Campbell crept into her. What a douche. He thinks he can come here and take over, simply because Homeland names him as lead detective.
“I don’t suppose we could pick Alice up and take her along?” she suggested aloud to Campbell.
“Why should we? She’d only get in the way.”
“Oh, it’s just that she’d like to feel like a real part of this instead of feeling used.”
“That woman is a distraction to us. We’ll be caught up looking out for her when we should be getting on with our job.”
“We’re probably only going to examine a stolen car that has been abandoned in a car park. Surely she won’t get in our way?”
As Campbell opened his mouth to argue, she interrupted him with a pointed finger at his chest and said, “Why do you think Frank Brubaker paired a hard-nosed detective like you with a profiler with brains like me and then asked us to work with Joe the Magic Man and his assistant Alice?”
He ignored the question pointedly and said, “That woman is only here because we might need the Magic Man’s help.”
“That may be true and I know you’ve made that abundantly clear to her but a team needs to act as a whole and not a combination of individual fragments. What harm could possibly result from letting her tag along and feeling like a full member of the team? You’ve got to give in! Admit it; you were surprised by the way she handled Mr. and Mrs. Woo, her spontaneity when she claimed she was a medium. And she did do alright with the Kahn boy in the poolroom... Think about it.”
“Alright, alright, call her and tell her we’re on our way to pick her up.”
Alice was gladdened immensely once she received the phone call and was told she would soon be picked up. Standing outside her hotel, her heart thumped heavily and adrenaline coursed through her body. She welcomed the rush and likened herself to a fireman immediately after receiving a call.
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