THE SWORD AND THE SICKLE

PART ONE

CHAPTER THREE

LAIDA

Levi went home to his empty apartment and began to fantasize about what he would do to Laida when they got together on Monday. After a few hours of self-gratification, he began to think twice about coming on to her. After all, it had been a long time. He had beautiful young women before, and he was not beyond trying to have sex with married women. His hold-up was usually younger women were immature, self-involved, and wanted to have children. He had already learned from Laida during the class that she wanted kids, and Levi had three children already, and he was not willing to add more to the Earth's population.

He first met Laida in the library in college. She just plopped down in the chair next to him and said, "Hi Levi, I am Ivy's younger sister, Laida."

She said, "Hi Levi. My name is Laida. My sister Ivy said you would be here." They talked for about fifteen minutes, and Levi asked her to go out to eat pizza. As he talked to her, he knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted him. As they walked back to campus, he asked her to sit in his car. There in the car, parked parallel to the library, they made love for the first time. For sure, it was a nooner, so he asked to see her again the coming Saturday. She said, "You need to come to my house and ask my parents' permission. I turn eighteen on Friday, but they will want me to ask permission before I date a boy, even if you did date my sister." She called the dorm the next day and said, "Mom and Dad want to meet you. Tonight at seven. Can you make it?"

"Sure. I will be there."

She replied, "I was hoping you would say that. See you tonight. Oh, this is not a dinner invitation, so be sure to eat before you come."

He went to their home, and he felt uncomfortable asking her parents to date their daughter who just turned eighteen, out for a date; it seemed weird, but he answered their questions appropriately concerning the use of condoms and other personal, and outright icky questions; who were these weird people, he thought. He had not been through this when he dated his sister Ivy, but Laida seemed to be the favorite daughter, worthy of much stricter questions. He knew a little about them when he dated Ivy, but not this type of preparation for their supposed anticipation of him having sex with their daughter. He knew they were liberal when it came to Ivy's sexual activities and always seemed to approve of Ivy's selection of him as a friend, though Ivy had never introduced them to him. He asked Laida where she wanted to go, and her mother replied, "Her Dad and I would prefer you to date here in the house; we are not leaving the two of you unchaperoned to have sex in the backseat of your car." Levi was shocked; he had not expected such words to come from a father, but he was not going to turn down a good thing. You will have sex in this house, under our roof, in the privacy of her bedroom, or not at all." Levi had heard of this type of parenting since it was the 1970s, but he just never expected it to happen to him on a date.

Laida grabbed Levi by his hand, led him to her room, locked the door, and bolted it shut. "Now, you are mine for the evening. She proceeded to undo his belt to free his hard member. Her head went down on him, and he looked at her head bob up and down while making a loud sucking sound. She paused, raised her head, and said, "Bet my sister was never this good."

Levi said, "No, I must say, she never could do that." Then Laida took off all her clothes and climbed on her bed. She reached over into her nightstand and pulled out two neck ties. "These are my dad's favorite ties, and I am going to make him wear the red on Sunday and the blue one next Sunday. She picked out the red one, placed the small end in her mouth, and allowed the rest to dangle, freely, between her breasts, which turned the big tipped end into an arrow pointing to her clit. "Oh, daddy dearest," she cooed sweetly with a smile. "Levi, I want you to tie my hands to the posts of the headboard, then I want you to ream me."

Levi knew then he had left this world for another dimension, because this would never happen in the real world...never, not in a billion years of wishing. Now, here was Ivy's sister wanting, begging for something. Ivy never dreamed of asking, nor had any of his other lovers. "I want you to shove it in as far as it will fit. I want you to make me scream loud enough that my dad will hear, and I want everyone in this house fully tuned in to every sound coming out of this room."

Levi tied her up as requested. Then he ran his hand across her back. She moaned in anticipation. "Come on, Big Boy! Get me ready!" Her voice was a little too loud for Levi's pleasure. As he walked to the end of the bed, he sat down and paused. He looked at her body covered with peach fuzz and her pussy hairs were still sparse. He began to wonder just how old she really was; perhaps she was underage, but surely not. After all, her parents know what they are doing. It was bizarre; to say the least, the thought she had told her that she was in her senior year, which would make her seventeen or eighteen. He knew Ivy had been nineteen when they were sexually active, his first year of college. How old was Laida? He reflected again, maybe he had done enough already. Levi did not want to go to jail if her parents denied they knew. Her sister Ivy had been obsessed with having kids, and that had been the primary reason they had broken up, certainly, he didn't want to end up with a sister who was just as obsessed with procreation.

Laida looked at him from under her left armpit, and saw Levi was lost in thought and seemed to read his mind. "Don't worry, I am eighteen and legal," she giggled. I turned eighteen an hour ago, and I have been on the pill for two years. This is my birthday present from Ivy and my parents. I went to the library to check you out after Ivy told me about my birthday surprise. I wasn't supposed to fuck you then, but I wanted to sample the wares. I just look a couple of years younger than I am; I always have and hope I always will. Come on, lube me up, stud." The two lovers became very vocal, and the bed made a lot of noise. It was not long before Levi heard Laida's mother's voice at the door inquiring about her safety. Laida shouted, "Mom! Leave us the fuck alone! I am getting the shit fucked out of me!" He continued to pump her. He doubted he could have stopped, even if her mother had opened the door.

"Okay, dear! I was just checking for your father."

Levi thought the roof of the house would blow off as her body went into orgasmic spasms. She shouted, "Shit!" She said. I have never cum like that before. God...! You are good. Every bit as good as my sister told me."

"Don't worry, Levi. "Oh, dad stopped fucking me when I was twelve and a few years later my sister went to college and met you. God, every time she came home, that was all she could talk about: you, and how wonderful you were. I told her then I had to have you, but she reminded me I was too young. I bet you were surprised to see me at the library." She giggled again, as her impish sister often did.

"I gotta pee," he said.

"The bathroom is at the end of the hall. I will meet you when you come back."

When he returned, he met her at her door. She had put on a blue bathrobe around her slight frame.

"Most girls like hiding the fact that they have sex from their parents."

"Levi Jackson, you will find out; I am not like other girls. I am a free spirit and I hate my father for what he did to me."

"What about your mother?"

"She's just a guilty as he is for allowing it and then sending him to me when she spurned his advances. She knew full well; he was fucking me and ignored it."

Her sister came out of her room and said loudly, "Didn't I tell you he was great!" They jumped up and down and hugged each other. Laida had not told her about her first encounter with Levi. Why don't you wash your face?" her sister said. She wiped the sperm off her face with her robe.

Levi felt strange enough to have a pre-sex interview with her parents; now he was about to have a post sex interview. How could it get any weirder?

As they descended the stairway, he saw her parents come out of the kitchen. They looked at their daughter with bewilderment, "Well, it sure sounded and looks like you two were having fun. Is that how it went for Laida?"

"Oh God, yes; I have never had so much fun in my life! Thank you so much for my birthday present; it was the greatest!"

"How about you, Levi? Did you have a good time with our daughter?" Levi looked at her parents and then Laida, and thought how weird the situation felt. He did not know how to reply to such a question.

Levi paused for a moment and blurted out, "It was great, Mrs. Bastion. I haven't had so much fun ever; thank you very much. May I ask you a question, though?"

"How old is Laida?"

"She didn't tell you she was fourteen, or did she? She does that every now and then to scare the shit out of boyfriends. I assure you, she is eighteen today and you have our permission." She looked at Laida with dismay.

"I am not quite sure how to take all of this, Mrs. Bastion," Levi said honestly.

"Levi, it is like this, we knew she was sexually active and we don't want her to have sex with strangers or young boys, where we have no control. We decided it would be better if we knew her lovers. Ivy told us a lot about you, and since you and Ivy haven't dated for some time, Ivy suggested you as Laida's birthday present. She could have said no when you walked in the door, but she didn't, and we approve of how you treated Ivy. Now, we know who she is having sex with, and that is a great relief to us. Levi, we would like you to see her again."

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