Sparkling Blue
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M through R › M*A*S*H
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
5,888
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own M*A*S*H, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Six
"Sparkling Blue"
Chapter Six.
Charles was in a dream-state, a type of limbo, and he could feel Margaret on him. He blindly reached up and felt her, ran his hands up her sides to her breasts and down again. He rested his hands on her hips as he felt the motion of her moving up and down.
He gradually came to consciousness, opening his eyes to see Margaret looking down at him.
"I thought I was dreaming!" he muttered softly. She leaned forward, her magnificent breasts directly in front of him. He put his arms around her back and pulled himself forward, softly drawing a nipple into his mouth.
Margaret moaned, her eyes closed, as she increased the rhythm and speed now that he was awake. She'd felt him earlier, that he was erect as men often are in the early morning, and took it upon herself to get upon him. She moved stealthily and softly, not wanting to wake him up. She'd wanted him to dream her completely, as he'd done, coming to with her slowly riding back and forth on his great length.
She couldn't get enough of him; she wanted to take advantage of this incredible man while she could, knowing they'd go back to their usual routine when they returned to the camp. Margaret was again amazed at what a lover Charles turned out to be! She'd learned that one definitely cannot judge a book by its cover, if Charles Winchester was any example.
His mouth on her still, he reached down to where they were connected and started to stimulate her. She arched back, causing him to pull on the nipple gripped tightly in his mouth and gasped at the multiple sensations, driving her to move harder on him, harder and faster.
It didn't take long for them both to find release in the early morning light, and they both cried out simultaneously.
She collapsed against him as he wrapped one arm around her, and his hand again reached down to feel her. He loved how she wrapped so tightly around his girth, visualizing what it must look like. The image alone caused him to thrust into her one more time, and he felt her gasp against the rough hair on his chest.
"I think I've got second degree lacerations, Doctor Winchester," she said against him, feeling the rumble of his laughter in response.
He abruptly flipped her over, proving he was more awake than she thought, and said, "Let's see, Nurse Houlihan!"
He flung the blankets off so he could scooch down and see her. He positioned Margaret's legs into the proper position for such an examination.
Charles peered over her legs, a lascivious smile on his face. "I've always wanted to play Doctor with a beautiful Nurse!" He put his face up to her, gently probing with his fingers, genuinely curious now about the effects of their lovemaking. He knew she'd felt extremely tight around him and feared Margaret may not have been too far from the truth about lacerations.
She felt his gentle fingers probing her, and noted his silence as he looked at her.
She laughed, "Charles, I was JOKING, you don't need to play doctor with me!"
He peeked at her again. "Actually, Margaret, there is a bit of redness, but fortunately no lacerations."
He plopped down next to her, putting his hand on her breast. He tweaked her again and leaned forward to nuzzle under her ear. "We'll just have to keep working at it, so the tissue will naturally stretch, won't we?"
"I don't want it stretched TOO much, or you'll ruin me for other men!"
He laughed wickedly, giving her a painful pinch on the nipple. "I've already ruined you for other men, Houlihan!"
"OUCH!" she exclaimed, sitting up. She gave him her own wicked look as she straddled him once more. "Let's see who ruins who, Winchester!"
To her amazement, within minutes he was grasping her roughly around the back, thrusting powerfully into her, driving her to another orgasm. Part of her, not being overwhelmed by the ecstasy, started to think his boast wasn't in vain. Jesus, he IS ruining me for other men, she thought joyfully, screaming out his name once again.
They managed to doze for a time when the wake-up call Charles had requested came in.
He sat up on the bed and looked at her, patting her on her bare thigh. "Well, Major Houlihan, time to leave this off and concentrate on medical matters for the day!"
Chapter Six.
Charles was in a dream-state, a type of limbo, and he could feel Margaret on him. He blindly reached up and felt her, ran his hands up her sides to her breasts and down again. He rested his hands on her hips as he felt the motion of her moving up and down.
He gradually came to consciousness, opening his eyes to see Margaret looking down at him.
"I thought I was dreaming!" he muttered softly. She leaned forward, her magnificent breasts directly in front of him. He put his arms around her back and pulled himself forward, softly drawing a nipple into his mouth.
Margaret moaned, her eyes closed, as she increased the rhythm and speed now that he was awake. She'd felt him earlier, that he was erect as men often are in the early morning, and took it upon herself to get upon him. She moved stealthily and softly, not wanting to wake him up. She'd wanted him to dream her completely, as he'd done, coming to with her slowly riding back and forth on his great length.
She couldn't get enough of him; she wanted to take advantage of this incredible man while she could, knowing they'd go back to their usual routine when they returned to the camp. Margaret was again amazed at what a lover Charles turned out to be! She'd learned that one definitely cannot judge a book by its cover, if Charles Winchester was any example.
His mouth on her still, he reached down to where they were connected and started to stimulate her. She arched back, causing him to pull on the nipple gripped tightly in his mouth and gasped at the multiple sensations, driving her to move harder on him, harder and faster.
It didn't take long for them both to find release in the early morning light, and they both cried out simultaneously.
She collapsed against him as he wrapped one arm around her, and his hand again reached down to feel her. He loved how she wrapped so tightly around his girth, visualizing what it must look like. The image alone caused him to thrust into her one more time, and he felt her gasp against the rough hair on his chest.
"I think I've got second degree lacerations, Doctor Winchester," she said against him, feeling the rumble of his laughter in response.
He abruptly flipped her over, proving he was more awake than she thought, and said, "Let's see, Nurse Houlihan!"
He flung the blankets off so he could scooch down and see her. He positioned Margaret's legs into the proper position for such an examination.
Charles peered over her legs, a lascivious smile on his face. "I've always wanted to play Doctor with a beautiful Nurse!" He put his face up to her, gently probing with his fingers, genuinely curious now about the effects of their lovemaking. He knew she'd felt extremely tight around him and feared Margaret may not have been too far from the truth about lacerations.
She felt his gentle fingers probing her, and noted his silence as he looked at her.
She laughed, "Charles, I was JOKING, you don't need to play doctor with me!"
He peeked at her again. "Actually, Margaret, there is a bit of redness, but fortunately no lacerations."
He plopped down next to her, putting his hand on her breast. He tweaked her again and leaned forward to nuzzle under her ear. "We'll just have to keep working at it, so the tissue will naturally stretch, won't we?"
"I don't want it stretched TOO much, or you'll ruin me for other men!"
He laughed wickedly, giving her a painful pinch on the nipple. "I've already ruined you for other men, Houlihan!"
"OUCH!" she exclaimed, sitting up. She gave him her own wicked look as she straddled him once more. "Let's see who ruins who, Winchester!"
To her amazement, within minutes he was grasping her roughly around the back, thrusting powerfully into her, driving her to another orgasm. Part of her, not being overwhelmed by the ecstasy, started to think his boast wasn't in vain. Jesus, he IS ruining me for other men, she thought joyfully, screaming out his name once again.
They managed to doze for a time when the wake-up call Charles had requested came in.
He sat up on the bed and looked at her, patting her on her bare thigh. "Well, Major Houlihan, time to leave this off and concentrate on medical matters for the day!"