The Fisherman & The Mermaid - S01 E14

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The Fisherman & The Mermaid - S01 E14

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We made love all night-over and over-in every position imaginable and even in some I couldn't imagine. We finally stopped around five, so exhausted we couldn't stay awake. We woke at ten and made love again, Marta rolling me on my back and riding me as she rubbed her clit and her nipples into my body. I grabbed her firm ass and pulled her down, sinking my cock deep into her body. As we moved together I lifted her off the bed with every thrust-over and over, harder and harder until, at last I erupted into her. Marta shivered and shook, coming just as my last fountain of semen drenched her vaginal walls.

I held her close, kissing her cheek, "I have one other thing to ask you." She lifted her head looking at me questioningly. "Will you please lose that implant thing? I'll bet Cella can point you to a doctor who can do it." Marta nodded happily and jumped from the bed. "I need to make some calls," she shouted from the hall. was surprised at the order first, she called Celia then Marianne. Those calls seemed to take forever. Then she phoned Andrea-that was only a trifle shorter. Her next call was to Mama. I knew that would be a long one. She even insisted on talking to me, telling me it was about time. I knew she wanted me to hook up with Marianne or Cella, but that would be like incest-they were more like sisters to me than anything else. Finally, after more than two hours on the phone, she called her mother.

Mama invited us to dinner the next evening and we talked about the wedding. We wanted to marry soon, but we also wanted a proper wedding and reception. I wondered where we could find a suitable hall on such short notice. Papa scowled, "Why not use Casa Pellegrini? Didn't you ever see 'The Godfather?" We discussed it for an hour and agreed as if there was ever any way we could possibly disagree.

I only had a few friends from work and, of course the entire Pellegrini family. Marta had a few girlfriends however Papa and Mama had tons of friends. Papa arranged for a Cardinal to marry us on their patio. The reception would be in their back yard which was enclosed by a high hedge and totally private. It was set for the last Saturday in August. Marta and I would have a week for a honeymoon before I had to return to work the Tuesday after Labor Day.

Marta's mother was thrilled but her father refused to participate.

Frankly, I was relieved, especially when Papa volunteered to give

her away. He also paid for the entire affair. It was a generous and

much appreciated gift. I had nothing to do with the dress. With

four Pellegrini women and Marta my opinion wasn't needed. I did

learn from Marta though that the shop initially told them that the alterations would take six weeks, however after Mama had a word with the owner in private that was suddenly changed to two, much to the chagrin of the saleswoman.

Several weeks before the wedding, after weeks of legal wrangling, the three would-be assassins made ball. I was worried and told Papa of my concerns. "I don't think you have any reason for concern" he said, a small smile on his face. He was right. A week later the one I had shot in the arm was killed during a mugging. Four days after that a second was killed in a hit-and-run. The driver was never identified the car was stolen. Two weeks later the third committed suicide, at least that's what the coroner's decision was. David Cartwright was still in custody in Bellevue; he had already been denied bail. Now all I had to worry about was the wedding.

Papa was old school when it came to a wedding. No disc jockey for him; he hired a six piece orchestra along with a locally famous caterer to serve prime rib cooked to order, bartenders, waiters and every other kind of servers imaginable. There would be a cocktail hour immediately following the ceremony. Two open bars would accommodate the 240 guests. Later dinner would be served at tables set up under a huge canopy with sides that could be lowered in the event of rain. If that happened a large portable alr conditioning unit would keep the area comfortable. It can be hot and humid in August. Fortunately, it was a clear day with the high around 80 with a mild breeze coming off the Sound.

I thought I had been nervous my first day in Afghanistan as a sniper and again my first day as a teacher. It was nothing compared to getting married. I was calm as can be when I faced the four attackers, but now I was literally shaking in my shoes. Standing on the patio with Jimmy as my best man I almost hyperventilated and I think I would have had it not been for Jimmy. He cracked a few jokes about how terrible it was being married. Then I remembered that I was hopelessly in love with Marta and that we'd been living together for almost three months-this was just going to make it official. I relaxed right up until the orchestra began the "Wedding March." Then I almost peed in my pants.

I turned into the house and got the first glimpse of my bride; it was seeing an angel. Marta wore a form-fitting gown-strapless with little baby pearls all around what she later told me was the bodice. A long train flowed behind her along the shiny floor. Papa looked great in his tux, but next to Marta didn't think anyone would notice. He led Marta to me, lifted her veil and kissed her gently on the cheek before joining Mama in the first row of guests. We faced the Cardinal who was resplendent in his bright red robes. The good thing about having the wedding here was that we

wouldn't have a Mass. I hadn't been to Mass since my mother died. Marta and I would rather go fishing than pray. This would be a straight wedding ceremony-some readings about wives being submissive to their husbands and other wedding related stuff before we exchanged vows. We didn't really have a lot of time to prepare for the wedding so no personal vows-we stuck to the time honored traditional ones. I remembered nothing of the ceremony other than saying "I do" and exchanging rings. I woke up when I was told I could kiss the bride, something i truly relished. Everyone applauded and I led Marta into the house. Marta's train was removed and I told her again how beautiful she was and how much I loved her. "I have a special present for you back at the house," I told her. "I have two special presents for you, too," she replied. We went out to greet our guests.

We did all the sappy traditional wedding stuff the first dance and even the dance with the bride and daddy with Papa substituting gladly for Marta's absent (hopefully forever) father. Later, after we had all feasted, the guests came to congratulate us and drop off their envelopes. Each would contain a congratulatory card and elther a check or cash. I was a bit surprised when Jimmy gave us two. I was about to question him, but Jimmy said, "Don't ask..just take it." Then I understood-it was from Mama and Papa as if they hadn't done enough.

The wedding took place at two, we left at seven with a white silk bag filled with cash. We would have extra bodyguards tonight. We changed into T's and shorts and dumped the bag on the kitchen table. We opened each carefully, noting on each card how much each had given. Our friends gave us $50 each on average; Mama and Papa's friends averaged $500 which we thought was a lot for total strangers, but then they were trying to please Mama and Papa-we were just the fortunate recipients. Jimmy and Andrea gave us $1,000. Mama and Papa, in addition to spending $25,000 on the dress and wedding reception, gave us $10,000. We called them immediately to thank them for their generosity and for everything they had done for us since I had first plucked Marta from the sea.

I went to the addition and brought back Marta's gift-it was two wrapped packages, one a long slender one. "I think know what this is," she said smiling. She was right-a seven-foot Shimano graphite rod; the other box held a Shimano Stella spinning reel. "Oh, Peter isn't this the reel you always wanted but thought you couldn't afford?"

I nodded with a smile. "Blackfish season will be starting again

soon," I told her, "I want you to be ready." She stood and kissed me.

Her eyes said, "Thank you," for her. "Now for your gifts; first, I got

this-with Celia's help." She dropped her shorts. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair was gone, shaved away. In its place was a tattoo-a pink heart with the word "Peter's" and an arrow pointing down toward her pussy neatly inscribed in the center. I looked at her and laughed, "I love it...almost as much as love you, but I think your next visit to the gynecologist is going to be really interesting."

"Now, your extra special gift-I'm afraid you're going to have to wait a while to see it-about seven and a half months. I think I'm pregnant."

Unfortunately, Marta got her period three days later. We concluded that the stress of the wedding had thrown her cycle off. It just made us more determined. We practiced two or more times a day throughout our honeymoon in Montauk at the end of Long Island's south fork-the fishing Mecca of the east coast-less than three hours away. We chartered a boat sharing with two men to go deep sea fishing. We agreed we'd take turns in the chair and drew lots. Larry went first, I went second, and Marta third. Ben, Larry's friend drew the last. We drifted and chummed, lines in the water all the time. Larry and I both got big bluefish over ten pounds-fun to catch, but basically useless for anything other than bait. We chummed some more and cut up the blues for bait. It was Marta's turn in the chair when one of the reels began to click-a shark was nosing the bait. For vicious killers they can be surprisingly delicate. Marta walted ten seconds before pulling up on the rod and setting the hook. Line flew off the reel as Marta was buckled into the chair and the rod clipped to her harness. Marta used her legs and back. exactly as I had taught her, and reeled in on the down swing of the rod. The fish took a lot of line off the huge deep sea reel, but she had plenty left when the fish began to tire. I stood behind Marta, encouraging her and massaging her shoulders and back. Larry brought her a soda from the cooler, helping her to sip from the can, as she continued to fight the fish. It was almost thirty minutes later that she brought the leader to the boat. One of the mates grabbed it and pulled the fish parallel to the boat. It was an eight foot tiger shark which they estimated at more than four hundred pounds. I took a few photos of Marta standing above the big shark and we released it. Marta almost collapsed in my arms, grinning ear to ear. That was the last fish caught that day.

We took the next day off, going to Montauk's Hither Hills State Park. We stopped off at a deli for a picnic lunch, parked and headed for the beach. I had brought beach chairs and an umbrella; I'm really careful about being in the sun, especially with Marta's fair skin. We read the Newsday I had bought, laughing when we saw the headline way back in the local section-"Fisherman weds Mermaid. There was even a photo taken by the photographer Papa had hired. Marta looked great; was also in the picture.

The next day we had chartered a guide with a 25-foot center console to go right off Montauk Point for giant striped bass, some of which can reach 70 pounds. We drifted with the current dragging whole live eels about ten to twenty feet down. I got the first strike, set the hook, and eventually pulled in a twenty pounder. I had the mate release it. I got the next two strikes, landing one-a fifteen pounder, also released. Marta was happy for me, but she wanted some action of her own and she got her wish just before noon when the tide turned. Her new rod bent in two and the fish pulled some line against the drag, but the Stella is a premium grade reel. The drag was as smooth as silk-it should be, the reel cost me almost $800. Marta raised the rod tip and cranked on the down swing. Over and over she repeated except when the fish pulled line. Cranking then will only twist the line. Patience was the watchword here. We could all tell this was a big fish, probably a cow which grow much larger than the males.

Every time Marta got the fish close it would see the boat and bolt. I encouraged Marta to be patient. She had the fish out of the rocks so there was little chance of a break-off. Finally, after more than twenty minutes she pulled the exhausted fish to the boat. The mate netted the fish even though he would have preferred the gaff. Gaffing a fish will kill it. Marta and I had agreed to release all the Stripers. Hers weighed in at 46.3 pounds. I took a few photos and we released the fish, watching it swim slowly into the depths.

We emailed Celia, Marianne, Andrea and Mama that afternoon, just as we had done when Marta caught her shark. I was finishing the last message when Marta danced in front of me stark naked, both hands pointing to her new tattoo. I pressed "Send" and followed her to the shower. Marta still had her period, but we had never let that get in our way, except that we had agreed-no oral. We stood in the tiny shower washing each other, kissing and groping. I was a bit surprised when Marta pushed her finger up my ass.

We had never discussed any kind of anal; I was willing to explore, but never if it meant hurting Marta. She fell to her knees, no easy feat in this shower which was barely two feet square, and pushed me against the wall. She licked the tip of my cock and sucked me Into her throat. Marta had told me she had limited oral experience before meeting me-she had never been very motivated. I guess love can cause a lot of changes; it sure did change me.

I pulled Marta up, slipped my arms under her thighs and lifted her. I pushed her against the wall and felt her hand guide my cock into her cunt. She looped her arms around my neck, kissed me as I began pounding her pussy. It was too soon to work on getting her pregnant-this was just for fun and love. The big advantage here was that every thrust would rub her G-spot and Marta had an extremely sensitive one. The slightest touch could send her into spasms of ecstasy. She came three times, screaming into my mouth every time until I joined her by cumming hard, sending five big ropes of hot white semen into her. Spent, we collapsed clumsily to the tile floor.

We fished the following day on a party, or head, boat. They were still fishing fluke here at Montauk and we were more than happy to join them. Although we drifted, the fishing was different here-we were drifting in and among rocks in fairly deep water-more than fifty feet deep. We needed to use heavy sinkers to keep our rigs on the bottom. Fortunately, Marta's new rod and reel was strong enough to handle the load. I used one of the boat's rods- adequate, but not great. We fished most of the morning getting only the occasional strike until two hours before high tide when things heated up big time. Marta got a heavy strike and she played the fish masterfully, bringing a 5.2 pounder to the rail.

No sooner had the mate rebaited her hook than she had another strike, this time pulling up a barely legal 18-incher. The fishing was hot and heavy for the better part of an hour-Marta had four keepers and I had three. I also had three throwbacks. At the end of the day the mates filleted the fish and held the final weighing for the largest fish pool. Marta's five-pounder won easily, she collected almost $200. "Now can take you to dinner tonight," she told me. This was hardly a revelation-we were on our honeymoon so we went out to eat every night.

We put our fillets in the cooler and filled it with ice from our motel. I was really beat when I returned to our room. Marta led me once again to the shower. The hot water felt great on my tired muscles. I allowed Marta to wash me until I realized that she must have been at least as tired as I was. I took the soap from her and washed her luscious body, kissing her all over, ending with her sweet lips. I dried her lovingly and led her to bed.

We climbed beneath the blankets and held each other, savoring the sensation of each other's skin. Marta's skin was so soft and so smooth it was like cuddling with a sheet of velvet. Marta pulled back a few inches, repositioned her mouth over mine and kissed me, her tongue exploring my mouth as she ground her lips against mine. I fell back, pulling Marta onto my left side. "Nap?" I asked her. She nodded her agreement, we closed our eyes and fell asleep.

We slept for almost two hours. I woke when I felt Marta's fingers playing on my cock which quickly responded by growing to its maximum length and girth. "Ummmm, nice, I love what I'm feeling, my darling, Marta whispered to me.

"Oh, yeah? I think you're going to love what happens next even more," I responded.

"Oh, goody-I really hope so. She finished as she climbed over me to straddle my hips, maintaining eye contact the entire time. She gripped my hard cock and rubbed it into her slit, moistening and lubricating both of us. Slowly she sank onto me, whispering, "I love you," as my cock disappeared into her body. Just as slowly as she sank down, now she rocked. I felt as though I could feel every square centimeter of her vaginal linings as she moved up and down on me, teasing me as she did. In time her passion grew and as it did her pace increased to match the level of her emotions. I joined in, driving deep into Marta as we pushed each other toward our orgasms. Faster and faster we went. Marta flexed her muscles, squeezing my cock even tighter. I reached up, rolling her nipples and pinching them slightly with my nails. Marta threw back her head as a massive spasm ran through her body. I could feel her shudder and shake, yet I still drove into her until I could stand it no more-I came hard flooding her with my cream. So much did I cum that it ran out of her and covered my abdomen.

We fell back onto the bed exhausted, but eventually hunger drove us from our comfort. We rose, showered and dressed and I allowed Marta to take me to dinner. The following morning we drove home, driving through Riverhead and miles of former potato and duck farms. We called Papa and Jimmy when we returned. That's when we learned that the District Attorney had agreed that I had acted in self defense the night I had dealt with the four would- be assassins. There would be no charges against me; I could pick up my rifle at the Fifth Precinct at any time.

NEXT: The Conclusion

To Be Continued...