“God, Agnieska, I love your sexy sounds, do you feel what they do to me?” He gently moved her hand to cover his hard length and she wrapped it tightly around, feeling the soft skin covering the hardness beneath. “Rub your hand up and down,” he said.
Carefully at first, she did as he’d demanded, surprised that he got even harder and bigger under her hand.
“Harder, like this,” he said, showing her how he wanted it.
Agnieska worried her lip trying to get everything right, so she barely noticed when his hand reached between her thighs, covering the patch of dark hair. But when he found the little hard nub at the apex of her thighs, she flinched back. Agnieska knew that nubbin existed as she’d occasionally stirred it to life while bathing, but she’d always felt embarrassed and guilty for doing so and had made an effort to avoid it at all costs.
Stan though, seemed mighty interested in that nub, because he rubbed it in time with the suckling motion of his mouth at her breast. The rasp of his calloused hands against the soft flesh felt like nothing she’d ever known. A flood of intense sensation swallowed her. She wanted to tell him to stop, because it was so confusing and even slightly uncomfortable because of the lingering pain from his earlier possession. Instead, she arched her hips into him, to get some relief from the building tension.
“You like that?” He chuckled, releasing her nipple from his mouth.
He couldn’t seriously think that she liked this crazy sensation taking possession of her. The next moment his lips closed over her second breast to give it the same treatment as the first. He suckled deeply, taking her attention away from how embarrassing it was for a decent woman to behave like this.
Fire threatened to burn her, but why did she shiver uncontrollably? It was like a shivering fever, only more intense. Better. Delightful. Magic.
“Stan? What is happening to me?” she asked feebly, her hands grabbing the sheets for purchase.
“You’re going to come,” he said with a pleased grin, keeping up the rubbing, circling, touching of her most intimate spot with his fingertips. More heat flushed her body and she thought she wouldn’t survive one moment longer. Feverish from the flame, she cried out.
“Did I hurt you?” Stan asked, keeping his thumb still on her throbbing nub.
“No. Yes… a bit. I don’t think I can take anymore,” she stammered through the haze of powerful sensations overwhelming her. Her body felt heavy, her muscles tightening, it was confusing.
“Do you want me to stop?” He gingerly removed his thumb and she immediately felt the sharp pain of loss.
“No. No. No.”
He grinned, before he kissed her on her mouth, making her brain cells turn to mush and then finally, oh finally, he continued his rubbing, circling, touching. She felt his seed seeping out from her, making her thighs slick and sticky. He must notice it, but much to her surprise he didn’t remove his hand in disgust. On the contrary, his finger pushed inside her like his hard length had done before and while it was a pleasurable experience, she was still sore from being impaled minutes ago.
She gasped. Loud. At the same time he gently bit down on her nipple and she floated away on such pain-infused exquisite pleasure, she bit back a whimper.
“Too much?” he asked, never taking his thumb off the bundle of nerves sending zings of desperate need across her limbs.
“Oh… don’t stop… don’t stop… Stan!” Suddenly, Agnieska flew through time and space, her body clenching around his finger as pleasure like she’d never experienced before raced through her veins. Her hands tightened around his shoulders, arching her hips into his hand, wanted to be one with him, to feel him inside her again.
“Scream and moan all you want, nobody can hear you,” he encouraged her, continuing to caress that special spot between her thighs.
Agnieska didn’t care anymore what a decent woman would do in these circumstances because the painful pleasure building in her core left her wanton, squeezing all other thoughts from her mind. Through the fog of her desire she heard him chuckle as he raised his mouth to cover hers with demanding and passionate kisses. With her entire skin breaking out into goosebumps, she was done with modesty and pushed his head downward, shoving her breast into his mouth again.
“Suckle, hard,” she begged him.
He chuckled again and immediately complied with her request. Suckling hard at the taut peaks he continued attacking her wet folds with his hand, inserting a second finger into the tight channel. Air swooshed out of her lungs and she feared she’d not survive this.
Somewhere a woman moaned and screamed and thrashed, which she realized must have been her, when the sensations skyrocketed, washing over her like a tidal wave. It was agonizing and exhilarating at the same time, until the excitement gave way to a shaking, shivering relief. She convulsed around his fingers that were lodged deep inside her, putting pressure on a point that made her want to crawl up the wall.
Her hips bucking and her limbs shaking she lay there helpless to the waves of intense heat rolling over her. Stan slowed the movement of his fingers and she cried out in protest. “Don’t stop! Not now!”
Thankfully he continued rubbing that little nub again and she almost blacked out with pleasure. Only when her body stopped convulsing, did he remove his hand.
“How did that feel?” he asked her as he tucked her head against his shoulders.
“Amazing. I had no idea…”
“I could do this all day,” he said, his member jumping against her, reminding her there was more to come.
“All day?” she asked with a tiny voice, half excited and half afraid at the prospect.
He chuckled. “Well, maybe not all day, but at least some hours.” He put his big hand on her shoulder, sending shivers down her arm. “Are you cold?”
“No. How can I be cold when you’re holding me?” She smiled at him, lying spent and tired in his arms recovering from whatever had just happened.
He unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off, giving her prime view of the ripped abs and chest muscles acquired through hard work. Her fingers itched to caress his naked torso, to trace the fine lines of battle scars. His huge erection poked out from his open trousers that hung low on his hips. Such a beautiful, arousing sight. She’d never seen a more gorgeous man in her life. A man she wanted to have by her side for good.
“You ready for another round?” At the sight of her frowned forehead he added, “I promise, the second time won’t hurt. And it will feel even better than the orgasm you just had.”
“Better than what just happened? I’m not sure that’s possible.”
“Wait and see, my love. I’m not done with you yet, not by a long shot.” His erection, wet with her own juices, brushed against her belly. That gave her goosebumps and the prospect of feeling his entire hugeness inside of her again suddenly wasn’t so alarming.
But Stan didn’t leave her much time to ponder her thoughts, because in a swift move he rolled onto his back taking her with him and lowering her onto his shaft.
“Good?” he asked her softly, watching her face for reaction.
“Very good.” This time it didn’t hurt, but she screamed anyway from the incredible pleasure of being speared by him. His shaft was so thick and long, it filled her up completely, stretching her to the point of pain. But it was an exquisite pain that promised great pleasures, unlike the stabbing pain during the first time.
Maybe he was right, after all and the second time was a charm. He put his big hands on her hips and slid her up and down his entire length, making her breasts bounce with the movement.
“Oh, Stan, you’re too big,” she moaned, just to feel him grow impossibly bigger and harder, stretching her beyond what she thought possible.
“No, it fits perfectly. We fit perfectly.” He took his hands off her hips and said, “Keep moving up and down.” The next moments he wrapped his hands around her breasts, taking one into each hand, squeezing, and rolling her nipples between his fingers.
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tric shocks zinged through her with every pinch to her nipples and she moaned again, feeling a flood of wetness coming from her insides. The renewed slickness made riding him much easier, but it also took away some of the friction that had been propelling her to unknown heights.
“Ohohohoh…” she murmured, unsure what she should do next.
“Just ride me hard and I’ll take care of the rest,” Stan said, looking into her eyes with heat and desire. His pupils were dilated and his bright blue eyes had become dark pools of unabated arousal. Her own desire rushed forward as she frantically rode him, yearning to feel the bliss of an orgasm a second time. “I’m about to come,” he groaned, taking one hand from her breasts and settling his thumb over the little bud on the apex of her thighs. It didn’t take more than a little pressure and some gentle rubs and she exploded on top of him.
Stars dancing in front of her eyes, she levitated from the bed straight into heaven. He pulsated inside of her, spilling his hot semen into her in the same rhythm as her muscles convulsed around him, sending her higher, higher, higher… until she had nothing left to give and collapsed onto his chest unable to move a single finger.
Chapter 20
Stan woke, slightly disoriented, from a ray of sunshine tickling his nose. He opened his eyes, blinking several times as he tried to recall where he was. Judging by the position of the sun it was way past noon and he should have been up and working for hours… then it all came rushing back. The sensational lovemaking with Agnieska.
He reached out a hand, expecting to encounter warm female flesh. But the other side of the bed was empty, and the sheets were cool to his touch. She wasn’t there. She hadn’t been there for quite some time.
Obviously she wasn’t a slouch like him, sleeping all morning. He listened for her moving around downstairs, but he heard nothing. He lay back for a moment, allowing memories of the events before to bring a smile to his face. It had been the greatest sex of his life. Special.
It had actually been more than just the physical connection; it had been a meeting of their souls. Extra Special. Stan had never felt this way before. Like he belonged – to her.
A noise downstairs alerted him that she was back in the house. He quickly donned his shirt, adjusted and buttoned up his trousers and headed down the stairs. His stomach protested the long fasting, since he’d skipped breakfast this morning, and he hoped Agnieska was preparing lunch for them. A smile crossed his face, even as he imagined wrapping her into his arms from behind.
When he entered the kitchen, however, Agnieska was nowhere to be found. The level of disappointment he felt took him by surprise. He looked about the kitchen, noticing right away that the huge basket she used when visiting the market was missing. It wasn’t her normal day to visit the town, though.
He saw the lunch stew in a thermos on the table, several pieces of bread on a plate. Another smile spread across his face, as he greedily opened the thermos bowl to smell the food. Potato stew with meat and carrots. Despite his hunger, the meal wouldn’t taste as good as usual. It just wasn’t the same without her to share it with him.
Putting the dirty dishes into the sink, he wondered where she’d gone and when she’d be back, when the backdoor smashed open.
“Hey, here you are! I’ve been waiting for you all morning.” Tadzio rushed in, exuberant and talkative.
“I’m sorry, but I’m ready now.” Stan wasn’t going to tell the boy why he hadn’t been in the fields. They walked together in silence to the far end of the one field they’d managed to plant earlier this summer.
“We should harvest the cabbage before it gets too cold at night,” Stan said.
Tadzio nodded gravely, pretending he knew all about farming. “Will we have enough food for the winter?”
“I sure hope so. But since we couldn’t sow crops and planted everything late, we have to pray the weather will be warm for another two weeks at least.”
“My mom says we’ll get frost any day now.” Tadzio bent down to pull out a carrot. A rather small carrot.
“That’s what I’m worried about. Most of the vegetables will sustain a few degrees beneath freezing point, but not more.”
They worked on pulling out weeds and watering the plants, but worry stayed uppermost in Stan’s mind. After six long years the war was finally over, but now the country faced other problems. The armies had left devastation in their wake, and since Germany hadn’t capitulated until mid-May, the stream of returning soldiers, slave laborers and concentration camp inmates hadn’t even fully started until June.
Much too late for properly tending to the farms. Everywhere in Poland fields lay barren, unable to nurture the population. If winter came early, that would only decrease the already meager harvest. Stan could already see a famine sweeping his beloved country.
But it wasn’t just food that had him concerned. There were worrisome rumors ravaging the nation. The struggle for power in the void left behind by the Nazis was over – and the Communists had won. Supported by Stalin and his Red Army they were assuming control of the country.
Their way of ridding themselves of the opposition was so eerily similar to the means the Nazis had used, it was scary. Throngs of people were sent to Siberia to “re-education camps”, others disappeared or perished in the basements of the NKVD prisons. Surely by the same means the Gestapo had taken. He scoffed. Personally he thought Poland had replaced one evil with another. And their so-called Allies, Great Britain and America, had sold them out to the Soviet Union even before the war had ended.
He balled his hands into fists. Would the suffering never end? Would he live to see the day when Poland was truly free again? It was a difficult time and Stan feared it was only going to get worse. Not better. He feared for their safety and their future. Most of all, he feared his inability to protect Agnieska if things got really bad again.
He returned to the house that evening. Looking forward to seeing Agnieska, he washed up at the pump outside before he walked into the kitchen. With a broad grin he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, but she shrugged him off and stepped to the side.
Stan gave her a frown. “What’s wrong?” he asked her.
“Nothing’s wrong. I have to make dinner.” She refused to turn around and after watching her for several long moments, Stan finally gave her what she wanted and left her alone. He settled in a nearby chair and brooded. He wanted back the sweet, warm, giving woman that had lost herself in his arms back.
Chapter 21
Agnieska couldn’t look Stan in the eyes. Not after what had happened earlier this morning. She’d acted like a wanton hussy, screaming his name and wrapping herself around him like a whore.
When he’d fallen asleep, she’d taken the chance and worked herself out from beneath his warm body. Confused about everything that had happened, she grabbed her discarded clothing and fled the bedroom and the house, her shame following her as she ran over to Malgorzata’s house to ask for some guidance.
No one had ever told her how immensely pleasurable the act could be, and she’d been completely unprepared for the way her body had responded to Stan’s possession. There had to be something wrong with her.
Malgorzata had been married for more than twenty years, born five children, Tadzio and Lola the nestlings still living at home. She would surely be able to shed some light on this delicate affair and how Agnieska should have reacted to all the indecent things Stan had done to her body. The mere memory made her tingle in all the wrong places and she brushed the thoughts away, hoping to gain some wisdom from the older woman.
But as she arrived at the house, the vile gossip Tekla Kozlow, a neighbor from further down the road, was visiting with Tadzio’s mother. Agnieska had never liked her and wanted to slink away, but the other woman had already seen her.
“Come in, come in. Aren’t you Agnieska Soban?”
Agnieska nodded silently.
“And wasn’t your sister the girl who got impregnated out of wedlock by one of the Zdanek boys?”
“The Zdanek boys can’t be trusted. No decent woman would want to be seen with them. Am I not right, Malgorzata?”
Tadzio’s mom tried to appease the other woman and said, “Tekla, I think you’re being unjust. Peter and Ludmila were in love and they were young. Haven’t we been reckless, too, back in the day?”
“Reckless? Me? I’m not a whore cozying up to every soldier passing through town like some of the young girls do…” Then Tekla turned her head and peered at Agnieska. “I’m worried about you, my dear. You’re living alone under one roof with this man and your reputation is already being questioned in town. No decent woman would do this, and I can only advise you to leave his house sooner rather than later if you ever hope to catch a good man for yourself.”
Out of sheer politeness to Malgorzata, Agnieska didn’t strangle the other woman and forced a smile on her lips. “Stanislaw is a very good man.”
“Oh! I should have known. He already convinced you to tend to his baser needs. Shame on you!”
Agnieska felt herself flush red and hot, but she was unable to utter a single syllable. Because Tekla was right. A decent woman didn’t ride naked on top of a man, screaming his name in pleasure. A decent woman waited until she was married, before she let a man do more than hold her hand. And a decent woman certainly didn’t enjoy her marital duties.
“Tekla! That is enough. Don’t you dare insult Agnieska in my house! She would never act like that,” Malgorzata said.
But I did act like that.
Malgorzata had meant well, but her words confirmed the burning shame that already enveloped her. No decent woman would ever do what Agnieska had done. Agnieska left soon after and ran from Malgorzata’s house as if the devil personified was behind her.
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