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A GEM OF AN OFFER Chapter 1CHAPTER ONEA Beautiful, Tropical Villa… That night…Genevieve’s tossing and turning was what woke me up. We’d fallen asleep spooning and now she was trying to squirm out from under my arm while trying not to wake me. Propping myself up on an elbow I lifted my arm off her and sleepily asked, “Genevieve? Are you okay?”That wasn’t an idle question considering she’d pretty much bled to death a couple of months ago and was recovering from that, plus delivering our daughter and her c***. In the bright light of a full moon shining through the window I watched as she assured me that she was fine while struggling to sit up. Upright, she pushed herself up the bed to lean against the headboard. Closing her eyes, she let her head slump tiredly and sighed.”I’m okay, Jim,” she repeated as I continued to watch her. “I’m okay… It’s my tits that aren’t.”Automatically my gaze was drawn down and I could see the two large wet spots on her night shirt. “You’re leaking.””I know that you fucking piss-ant! Tell me something I don’t know. Oh, shit they ache…””Genevieve…” I began but she interrupted.”Sorry. Sorry, I yelled but… Oh, God… I usually spend time using breast pumps before I go to sleep but I didn’t tonight because you were here. It felt so good cuddling with you that I didn’t want to stop. Now my tits are so full of milk they ache.”Genevieve pulled on the neck of her nightshirt and barred her breasts. The nightshirt, now under her breasts, must have offered some support because she sighed in relief. This was the first time I’d had a good look and…”Damn, they’re huge.””No shit, Sherlock! Tell me something I don’t know,” Genevieve repeated in an aggravated tone. “You want to know what it’s like to lug these around? Go get a couple of gallon jugs of milk, strap them to your chest and walk around all day like that. See how you like it! Fuck, I can’t believe I let you do this to me!”It was easy to ignore Genevieve’s bitching at me. She was uncomfortable and needed someone to vent at. Besides, I was to busy looking at the milk leaking in steady drops from both nipples and wondering…”Oh, my God! You’re thinking about it, aren’t you,” Genevieve said sounding peeved.”What? I wasn’t thinking about anything,” I denied.”Yes, you were. You were wondering what breast milk tastes like. Don’t ever play poker with me, Jim Kershaw. I can read illegal bahis you like a book!””Maybe I was wondering a little bit. I’ve never seen breasts that are, umm, you know… Leaking.”Genevieve waited and watched me for half-a-minute then exclaimed in exasperation, “Well?””What?””Are you going to taste me or not?””I didn’t want to…””Jim, do you remember what I told you on the boat? I don’t want a timid lover who asks for permission. I want a man in my bed. I want a man who does what he likes.” Genevieve’s voice changed timbre and accent. From the darkness the voice of ‘Italian Genevieve’ said, “If say no, you stop. If no say no…””I do more,” I finished. Moving to sit where I could lean sideways over her lap, I licked the white drop that was forming on her nipple. “I no say no,” Genevieve told me. Pressing my lips into her full tit to form a seal I gently began sucking on her hard nipple. Probably because her breast was so full, in no time my mouth was filled with sweet milk. I sucked harder and continued to drink from her nipple for a couple of minutes before pulling back.”It’s much sweeter than milk. I mean, milk from a cow.””It is, isn’t it. When I use some in my coffee I don’t need sugar. And I will hurt you if you ever refer to me in any way to a cow.””Then I won’t,” I assured Genevieve as I leaned in to capture her nipple again. Genevieve let me drink for another few mouthfuls before pulling her tit away. Asking me to wait, I watched as she pulled a pillow across her lap. Fluffing it, she told me okay. This time it was much more comfortable to lay my head on the pillow and, after Genevieve asked me to feed from her other tit, I sucked mouthfuls of milk from the heavy breast she guided to my waiting mouth.Genevieve seemed much more relaxed as I fed from her. She cradled my head in her hand, pulling me tighter to her breast as she ran her fingers through my hair. Closing her eyes, she sighed as her face relaxed with a small, satisfied smile on her lips.For several minutes I pulled milk from Genevieve’s breast while milk from the other continued to drip onto my t-shirt. When she told me, ‘Now this…’ I let go of one nipple and let her hands guide the other nipple to my waiting mouth. More minutes passed until she pulled away to offer me the other nipple again. I continued to suck on one breast then other, emptying her breasts of much of their illegal bahis siteleri heavy loads of milk until she pulled away, sighing, “Enough.”Genevieve pulled her nightshirt up to cover her breasts but continued to cradle my head on the pillow. “Oh, that feels sooo much better,” she breathed, before continuing in a much more aggrieved tone. “But now I’m so fucking horny I ache in other places!”I couldn’t help but laugh before offering, “I know you can’t have sex but there’s ‘other places’ I can use my mouth on…””I can’t, Jim. Though God knows I want to! My doctor was pretty emphatic that I don’t do anything until he gives the okay. Scar tissue heals more slowly than normal tissue.”I thought, then gave in to curiosity and asked softly, “Genevieve, why are you scarred inside?” I felt her body stiffen and when she didn’t answer I didn’t push the matter. Then, in a quiet, yet hard tone…”Mother was pretty at first,” Genevieve said, her eyes gazing off into the dark at something I knew I didn’t want to see. “There were always men willing to move in. They’d stay for a while before leaving and a new ‘uncle’ would move in for Mother to fuck for money and d**gs.”One of those men noticed when I began becoming a woman and he… I was small and he… He was drunk and wasn’t gentle. He tore me inside. I survived the bleeding and the infection and I lost the first of my nine lives.”When I healed Mother and him… They sold me to men who wanted me to call them ‘Daddy’. Contraceptives made me sick and the men paid more if they didn’t have to use rubbers… I got pregnant many times… I got STD’s… The doctor,” Genevieve’s fingers still in my hair stiffened into claws.”The doctor who scrapped my babies out of my uterus was a quack. The seventh or eighth time I had an abortion he fucked up and I started bleeding, a lot. He’d torn me and left a large scar in my uterus to go with all the smaller scars he’d given me during the abortions. By then my tubes were so filled up with gunk from all the STDs… I was told I’d never get pregnant again and if I did manage to get pregnant I’d abort the baby.”Genevieve relaxed more and her fingers began to stroke my hair again as she smiled, remembering better memories. “Then you gave me Stormie and the rest you know.””I wish I could arrest all the people who hurt you, Genevieve.”Genevieve laughed in not a nice way canlı bahis siteleri and her voice was cold, “Oh, you don’t need to worry about arrests, Jim. I have a very good memory. I always remember and I never forgive.”I thought it was best not to probe that admission. Instead I asked, “Is the scar in the palm of your hand… I noticed you kneading it while you told me about…”Genevieve shook her head, clearly done with her trip down memory’s lane. “That’s a different story and another lost life,” she said while pushing me off her lap to lie down on my back. She snuggled, molding herself to my side with an arm and a leg d****d over me clearly ready to go back to sleep. But that lasted only a few minutes before a fist pounded on my chest and Genevieve wailed, “Son-of-a-bitch! Now, I’m too fucking hungry to go to sleep!”A midnight raid on the kitchen’s refrigerator fixed Genevieve’s empty stomach. I couldn’t identify the meat we made sandwiches from and when I asked…”I have no idea. With Mama Es it’s best not to ask questions. It could be anything from aardvark to zebra. I just know it’s always good,” Genevieve told me and bit off more of her sandwich.When we were finished eating, Genevieve got a bottle of beer from the fridge and swore me to secrecy. “Mama Es doesn’t like me drinking while I’m breast feeding,” she explained. We returned to the bed but this time Genevieve didn’t seem interested in sleeping. Instead, she was trying to tug down my underwear while I tried to keep them on.”Stop fighting, Jim! After all, it’s our wedding night. One of us should have sex!”Genevieve, your doctor said no sex.””Correction, Jim. My doctor said not to use my pussy and I don’t intend to,” she told me as my cock tip was exposed. I stopped struggling when she took more of me in her mouth. It didn’t take me long to come. Genevieve hadn’t had a man since me and I hadn’t had a woman since her. Absence does more than make the heart grow fonder.Genevieve continued to milk my cock and swallowing before raising up to inform me with an impish smile, “It’s best when you don’t fight me, Jim. You should know by now that I always win.”Sitting up Genevieve asked me to open the beer bottle and give it to her. When I did she took a hefty swig and swished it around her mouth. Sighing, she looked very satisfied with herself. Handing me the bottle Genevieve laid down beside me. “Mmm, cum with a beer chaser,” she murmured. “I believe I became addicted to it on your boat.””I suppose it’s better for you than smoking.”Genevieve didn’t answer. Just like on my boat, she’d fallen asleep between one breath and the next.

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