Gender: Male Age: 45 Location: North-East, UK.
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More than a week later, my family and I attended the funeral of my beloved Estella. A few of the girls from the whorehouse were present too. I’d sent word via messenger to the Madam with the sad news informing them of the date that her internment would occur.
Marie-Ann’s Father, the Reverend Lumley took the service. He was brief and to the point as per my Fathers instructions. As Estella didn’t have any relations to speak of except me and mine, we were chief mourners.
Standing at the graveside after the service surrounded by the girls from the house in London and my family, I threw a flower down on to the coffin as four of the cemetery grounds people lowered it into the ground.
Verity had linked arms with me as I stood watching those men at their toil, sniffing and crying as I was. She was speaking in hushed tones, but I confess that I wasn’t listening. To her credit though, she stood with me until the coffin was completely covered with earth.
All of the mourners returned to the estate at the conclusion of the service. They boarded coaches provided by my Father, I had decided to walk back to the estate for the wake wanting to be alone with my thoughts of Estella.
I knew from experience that it was a good hour on foot from the church to the estate.
I was numb as I trod through the deep snowdrifts, not from the cold though - despite the weather being bitter. I had been feeling numb since New Year and Estella’s death – the shock and the grief were still overwhelming. The time from then until now had passed slowly and I had not interacted with anyone.
I had stayed in my room for most of the time, eating sparsely even though meals were delivered to me by the servants. If I was not asleep or crying, I was stood at the window staring out at the grounds. I wasn’t really looking at anything in particular – it was just better than staring at the four walls of my room.
During the week each and every member of my family had paid me a visit. My Father sat with me for over an hour and listened to me as I spoke of my love. He listened to my words and then expressed his advice. I have to say that in all my years my Father hadn’t spoken to me in this way – the advice he gave was sound and gave me great comfort.
Mother and James expressed their regret. Plain and simple. Verity told me that if she could swap places with Estella, she would.
I told her not to be so silly. What had happened had happened for a reason. God, in His wisdom had taken Estella to His kingdom for a reason, and if it was anyone’s fault that Estella was gone, it certainly wasn’t hers.
Verity was grateful, telling me that if there was anything I wanted or if there was anything she could do for me, all I had to do was ask. Kissing her on the forehead, I thanked her.
I had expected Verity to leave me be at that point, but she kissed me on the cheek in return. She felt warm and vibrant to me. She smelt of sweet perfume. A perfume that reminded me of Estella.
I reached up and placed my hand on her breast as I kissed her fully on the lips. She did nothing to stop me. Indeed, as I was kissing her, she probed at my mouth with her tongue.
I opened my lips slightly to allow her access to my mouth and as I did so, she placed a hand on my pego, massaging me through my pantaloons. She opened her mouth to me and I thrust my tongue into her mouth as far as I could, reaching for her tonsils.
We stood like that for about half a minute. Neither of us moving anything apart from our tongues. My nose was filled with Verity’s scent, but my mind was filled by images of Estella. I could see her lithe body. Her nipple ring, her sculpted torso. The muscles she had in places that women shouldn’t have muscles.
After we eventually stopped kissing Verity dropped to her knees fumbling for the buttons on my pantaloons. She quickly undid them all and with a swift movement of her hand they dropped to my ankles.
Verity took hold of my prick with her right hand and caressed me. Slowly and gently she began to masturbate me. I felt the blood in my body racing to my pego making it expand and grow within her young, tender hand.
My head went back and I closed my eyes as Verity took me into her mouth. I could feel the warmth of her. The way she sucked and used her tongue on me was indescribable. It felt so good.
She took my semi erect prick into her mouth fully, enveloping me totally. I could hear her slurping and felt her sucking as she swallowed her own saliva. The warmth, the sound, the sucking all had the desired effect on me and I grew. Within seconds I was almost fully erect and Verity had to relinquish some of me length.
I looked downward to where she was kneeling sucking me. All of me apart from maybe an inch or so was deeply lodged in her mouth. Her head moved back and forth along the glistening shaft. All the while she slurped and sucked and I felt my desire rise up from deep within me.
Grabbing her hair with both hands I started to fuck her face. I held her head still and thrusted as hard and as fast as I could into her mouth. I grunted as I did so, making filthy conversation. I felt my lust rise. I felt my prick swell in Verity’s mouth. I was pushing the entire length of me into her mouth with every stroke, and with every stroke I was pulling at her hair with increased force.
Verity took everything I was giving her. The hair pulls, the facial fucking. Everything. All I could hear were the sounds of her pleasure at pleasuring me. She would tell me afterward that she quite enjoyed me being rough with her.
My pace increased and I fucked her face faster and faster. I wanted to cum. I wanted to cum lodged deep in her throat. To make her swallow everything.
By now I was both grunting and moaning and at the point that my seed exploded into her mouth I made a last desperate push with my hips and I pulled on her hair as hard as I could.
My eyes closed as I erupted. Feeling the hot liquid surrounding me was exquisite. Verity gulped as she swallowed. I imagined all that warm sperm slipping and slithering down her throat and into her gullet.
Recommencing the thrusting of my hips as I came, my face was contorted with pleasure, lust and pain all at the same time, I released my grip on Verity’s head. I thrusted long after I had finished spurting my seed and Verity, she kept on sucking.
It was only when I left her mouth that the sucking ceased. I staggered backward until my legs touched the edge of my bed and I sat down in a daze. I opened my mouth to speak but Verity leapt the short distance between us and with strength I didn’t know she possessed pushed my torso backward, causing me to lie across the bed.
I expected her to be angry at the treatment I’d just given her, but to my surprise, she took one of my balls into her mouth and gave it a suck, before repeating the quick sucking with the other one.
When she was done I sat up. She had traces of sperm on her cheeks and chin. A few splashes of it had dropped off her face and were resting on her dress, staining it.
Now, walking along snow covered lanes with drifts three or four feet thick all I could think about was Estella.
Tears that had flowed down my cheeks earlier stung my face. I had thought that I was all cried out but I was wrong. I had wept during the church service. I wept during the internment. I wept as the grounds keepers did their jobs and covered her coffin with the freshly dug earth.
I wiped a non-existent tear from my cheek as I walked. Treading through the snow I felt nothing except sorrow and loss. My heart ached and each breath I took made my chest hurt.
In the distance I saw a figure walking toward me through the snow. I could tell who ever it was, was a woman, but I could not make out exactly who. The shape was slightly blurred as it approached.
As we neared each other I heard a voice. A familiar voice. Calling my name.
I stopped and the figure continued walking toward me. I could hear my name being called quite clearly. I surmised that the person walking toward me could not be uttering my name as she was too far away.
I turned on the spot, seeking out someone closer. There was no one. Apart from the lone female figure, who was still quite a distance from me, there was no one. I could hear the voice calling my name still.
“Don’t be sad,” it said. “It wasn’t her fault.” I did not recognise the voice, but I heard the words clearly. “Do not blame your sister.”
“I don’t blame Verity!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. Turning on the spot again, I searched for the person playing a cruel trick on me. My eyes scouring the dunes of snow that covered everything as far as the horizon in dazzling white. My eyes were drawn to the woman walking down the road toward me. She was still coming, but seemed to me to be no nearer than when I had first laid eyes upon her.
“Verity is the answer to all your dreams.” The voice said. “She will be invaluable to you during the hard times that are in front of you. Do not dismiss her actions out of hand. She has your best interests at heart. Yours and yours alone.”
“Who are you?” I shouted. “Where are you hiding?”
“Things will change now that I am no longer with you my love,” the voice, now clearly Estella said. “The things that happened to me before I met and loved you happened for a reason. The things that happened to me once I had met you, happened for a reason. Everything happens for a reason.”
“Why. Why did this have to happen now? Why could we have not had many happy years before either of us passed over?” I cried.
“There was never a future for us,” the voice of Estella said. “I was never going to see old age my love. There was something growing inside of me that would have killed me within the year.” Her voice sounded serious to me and I knew instantly that she was telling me the truth. “The fact that I drowned was a boon my love. I would have died a horrible, painful death otherwise.”
“Estella!” I cried. “How I miss you!” I sank to my knees and raised my hands and head skyward. “How I wish I could spend another moment, another hour, another day with you.”
“I wish for that too my love.” Estella said. “But it cannot be. My time with you now is limited.”
“Limited by who?” I questioned.
“By God himself.” She replied. “He has given me this time to impart what little I know of the future to you. I could not be more specific with my words my love. For that, I am truly sorry.” It started snowing again. “I must go my love. But be sure that one day we will meet again.”
“Estella!” I screamed. “Don’t go!”
“Do not forget me Christopher. Keep me in your heart always, but mourn for me no longer….” The voice began to fade. “Remember, I will be with you in everything…”
I must have fainted or something, because the next thing I remembered, I was lying my bed at home with Verity looking at me with a concerned look on her face.
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