Love Will Prevail Book II
By Allison Heather
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2011 Allison Heather
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Dedication and Warning
This book like my other books written and to be written are a silent homage to all those who have dared and would dare break taboos. I am struggling to do so myself...probably one day I would accomplish that and join the ranks of brave and wonderful. Until then, for me pen [keyboard] and imagination are two very strong tools.
The book contains strong adult theme and should be read by those who are open-minded and like challenging imaginations. Best Wishes and thanks for picking up [rather downloading] this book.
This can be best enjoyed after reading Book I
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Love Will Always Prevail Book I
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Happy Reading.
Allison Heather.
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Chapter 1
In the sultry weather city though grateful that heat was abating but the humidity encouraged to remain indoors. In the exclusive suburbia in a sprawling ranch style house ensconced in a land of over hundred acres the indoor was quiet.
Three house help went about quietly in their respective areas. Two drivers were playing cards in the huge ‘wet’ kitchen flirting with the buxom female cook.
In the private area of the family living the man of the house was enjoying the classical music wafting through the computerised feeds with state of the art real surround sound.
Donald King was a man built on a scale of cartoon-giant like hugeness. He was six feet and five inches tall but the sheer massive broad muscled build made him look stocky. He had huge shoulders with muscles rippling from neck to top of the arm. His upper arms were as big as thighs of some muscular hunk. His forearms matched his arms and his huge hands could intimidate any man who even thought of disagreeing with him in any physical manner. His enormous chest was the size of a wardrobe, which continued to his wide waist. His chest and belly were covered with thick curly hair with a hint of grey. His thighs were like tree trunks covered with thick curly hairs his legs were match for oak like thighs.
Don, as his close friends affectionately called him, had dark chocolate skin celebrating his African royal heritage. He was aware of his immense physical presence but never took it as an advantage. He had a thick curly head of hair with grey to add gravity to his handsome face. His eyes were kind but showed the inner strength.
Don was toying with a Cuban cigar debating about lighting it or not. He was allowed two in the day by his daughter in law and eldest granddaughter.
The huge living room was part of the private wing where even servants only came at certain times. It had seven bedrooms and five reception rooms with one indoor and one out door swimming pool.
Don looked at the wall clock that showed eleven ten in the morning. He was waiting for his daughter in law’s call. As if he had willed it the phone rang. He picked up the cordless and his deep baritone voice showed his impatience, “Sara?”
His heart filled up with joy as he heard the tinkling laugh of his daughter in law, “Daddy! What if it was not I?”
“Sorry sweetheart,” Don’s deep quiet voice engulfed his daughter in law on the other end of the phone, “I was being childish.”
“No dad, you were not. I am really sorry. I thought I had freed myself but the negotiation in Seattle has broken down and other side is demanding a senior executive to salvage it. Hank is tied in Singapore so I will have to go.” Sara sounded very disappointed.
Don immediately reverted to his cheery side only his close friends and family are aware of, “Sara, no problem. You have responsibility of thousands of staff that relies on their job with your company. You have to go. I shall ask Paolo to bring your things.”
Sara like all top executives always had two suitcases packed and ready for instant travel.
“Thanks dad. I love you. I am really sorry to spoil your weekend.”
“Stop that Sara. When do you anticipate coming back?” Don missed his beautiful daughter in law when she was not in the house.
“Earliest by next weekend latest by week after. I will have to settle this side whatever the outcome.”
Don and Sara discussed the practicalities of few household issues, “ Daddy, Laurie was expecting me to pick her up. Please do explain my situation.”
Don laughed, “Sara your daughter has brain of a thirty year old. She would be more understanding than me.”
Sara too laughed making her father in law all warm. Don doted on his family. After demise of his wife with cancer he lost his son to a mindless war. He now focused all his living hours on the remaining family.
Don rang Rosie to do the needful. Laurie was going to finish at three. He put the cigar away. His granddaughter was even more of a tyrant as far his smoking was concerned than his daughter in law.
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Sara briskly walked to the terminal. His corporate account helped ease the pain of her sudden travels. Her luggage was already in the VIP lounge. Sara noticed another colleague in the lounge as she waited for the receptionist to sort her flight details.
The lady in light blue suit was Carrie Kensington. She was mixed Afro-American woman of thirty-one years of age and rising fast up the corporate ladder. Carrie was extremely beautiful with light brown skin that glowed. There was an Irish ancestor in her recent lineage that showed in her skin and eyes. Her skin was smooth creamy with a subtle hint of wheat grain darkness. She made people wonder if she had black origins and not. Only her texture of hair and the sexy wheatish hue to her rosy skin gave the clue. Carrie was oblivious to her skin colour or lack of it. Her self-esteem was way above the debate of her race.
Her curly hair to the shoulders added to her allure. Carrie was by all descriptions plump, not obese but slightly overweight and rounded to be called plump. Many would just admire as voluptuous. Carrie designer suit could not hide her very over generous breasts and wide hips. All men agreed that Carrie’s beauty was enhanced as she was.
Carrie was oblivious to it all. Her five feet seven inch tall frame exuded calm confidence. No one was aware if there was a man in her life.
Sara waved to her and Carrie waved back. Carrie saw as Sara as an unbelievably beautiful woman. Carrie thought Sara had the most naturally creamy white skin, which hardly ever was covered with any makeup. Her divinely beautiful face smiled all the times. Her exquisitely beautiful nose crinkled with her expressions and Carrie knew that drove men wild and distracted them from picking any argument with her. However, it was well known fact no one picked an argument with Sara King, discuss yes but no boardroom argument. There was hardly any trace of Texan childhood in Sara now.
Sara was full-bodied woman. Some might be mean and call her overweight. She carried her heavy large breasts with elegance that made Carrie warm as she shared that attribute herself.
As Sara walked towards her Carrie saw what made Sara so beautiful. She walked with no artifice or style. Her beauty was calming. Her navy blue suit accentuated her voluptuous frame. Her large breasts filled the jacket and her full hips and thighs filled the pants. She was heart stoppingly beautiful. Sara like Carrie had no time for skinny look. Sara was far from plumpishness of Carrie but was rounded and full everywhere.
Sara and Carrie kissed each other, “Where are you off to, today?” Sara asked as they both walked towards the wine bar.
“Seattle, Sara and you?”
“To Seattle as well,” Sara beamed.
“Then we are on same jet,” Carrie too beamed. Both women though not close friends always found gravitating towards each other whenever they met.
“I am going to lecture on the web impact on corporate management,” Carrie informed Sara regarding the purpose of her visit Seattle had the second biggest base after headquarters of their company.
Carrie and Sara talked like two young girls and Sara found herself opening up to Carrie, as she had never done with anyone but Kim and Kath.
Both beautiful women felt relaxed after two glasses of wine and were ready for a long flight to west coast.
During the flight their longstanding intuitive liking solidified at an electric pace.
Carrie gave her abbreviated life story. Carrie was one of the two offsprings of Wilma Kensington, an exceptionally beautiful black woman. Wilma was second-generation immigrant form Jamaica. Her father a tall, strong bull like ruggedly handsome Irish German docker, left her mother when her brother was one and she was ten. Carrie was a gifted student and was in the school for super gifted students. Her phenomenal aptitude for maths and science took her to university a very young age.
Carrie’s other worked two jobs to ensure that her children would never suffer. Carrie looked after her baby brother. Carrie matured precociously and was way too intelligent for children of her age. She became a loner. Carrie and her brother inherited the most beautiful skin complexion. Carrie also inherited her father’s big bones and mother’s voluptuousness. Carrie was more than plump as a child and during her teens. Her weight dropped off as she made her way through teens and she effortlessly maintained her preset slightly plump frame that made her the beauty she was.
Carrie sailed though her school and brought her brother who emulated his sister. Carrie doted on her brother and would do everything to prevent him from missing a normal family and upbringing that other children in his school had. Wilma worked herself to an early grave to ensure her children made a life commensurate with their exceptional potential.
Carrie at eighteen had graduated from university thanks to her gifted school background and got a job with a huge corporate bank as an understudy. Carrie’s mother succumbed to neglected breast cancer when Carrie was twenty-two and her brother was nine years younger to her.
Sara without any hesitation put her hand on the side of her friend’s face as she felt the anguish. Carrie kissed Sara’s palm and continued.
Carrie did not allow the ambition to come in the way of her commitment to her brother’s wellbeing and now he was in Yale in law school and was doing economics on the side, after all four top universities wooed him. University had made exception to allow him to do two major courses based on his exceptional academic background. Carrie stuck to the local university to enable herself to do the job and study at the same time.
At twenty-five she applied for the current job and she was a shoe in and her rise had been smooth, steady. Her income now matched the envious salaries of any male high flier and money had long ago stopped being an issue in siblings’ life. Carrie had never had any romantic liaison ever. She had a man in her life but she was far from sure where it would take her.
Sara kept her hand on her friend’s as she recounted her life in a plain smooth style keeping her churning emotions deep inside. Both women felt the physical contact as the most natural gesture.
Sara had similar background. Her parents belonged to working class Texans. Her mother was petite but voluptuous beautiful woman that west seem to have in abundance. Her father was a tall strong handsome man that taught himself and was possibly the most well read person without any fancy degree. He made it into oil industry on the strength of his self-gained education but when Sara was six, her parents were killed in freak road accident. Sara’s grandparents, moderately rich, [her mother’s parents] brought her up. They sent her to schools sparing no expense. Carrie repaid their faith with her exceptional intelligence and precocious maturity.
Sara was promising to grow along the divinely beautiful lines of her mother and grandma. Her dark blond hair with creamy skin and then plump but eventually voluptuous body was evident even at the young age. She befriended a boy a year ahead of her in school, who came from the very rich side of suburbia. Jacob King was son of a black army officer and a beautiful Scottish lady. Jake made his way into Sara’s grandparents’ and parents’ hearts and both declared that he was their son.
Sara and Jake gravitated towards each other and they were married at nineteen and twenty years of age. Sara felt very close to Jake. He was far too mature for his age, strong and gentle at the same time. He lost his mother at the age of four and Sara could identify with his lot as not too far from hers. Sara did her masters and business degree as Jake joined army in family tradition. They married before Jake left. Sara had her first daughter, lovely Laurie at twenty.
Sara lost Jake in mindless war four years later, six months after she lost her grandparents in quick succession to heart attack and stroke.
Her loving father in law and Sara now made the family. Her father in law gave his forty percent share options to control the multibillion dollars company along with another CEO with twenty-five percent control. This was one of the five big multinationals her father in law had stake in.
Two women continued in soft voice all along the flight, car journey to hotel and over the drink waiting for their luggage to go to their executive suites.
Carrie and Sara felt emotionally close and felt a bond that was growing by second. As they both entered the lift they both involuntarily engulfed each other in their arms as the lift doors closed. Carrie and Sara held each other and kissed first on the cheek and then on the lips, a closed mouth kiss that lingered as they felt each other’s sweet breath.
Their rooms were on the exclusive floor reserved for VIPs. Their rooms were three doors to each other. Sara’s room was the first. She opened the door and they both stood silently for seconds as if waiting for some intervention, divine or human made.
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Chapter 2
Don swung his 4x4 in the parking lot of the school. He came out in his khaki chino and sky blue shirt. The parents who knew him waved smiling broadly. The others who did not gaped at him. The sheer mountainous size of his muscle bound body was an awe-inspiring sight and it was difficult for both man and woman not to admire his immense build and handsome visage.
The school doors opened and laughing running children of all ages poured out.
Don picked his granddaughter out of the gaggle of jumping noisy students within a nanosecond. Laurie was tall girl. She already stood at five feet six inches making her as tall as her mother. Laurie was laughing at some joke her friends had cracked. She had light brown almost olive skin that glowed. Her divine face exuded beauty. Her precocious breasts had developed rapidly over the last year and now they filled out her blouse like two half cut big melons.
Laurie was padded with puppy fat and was plump. Her soft plump bottom filled her school skirt and her round calves were enticing. Don smiled, as his granddaughter as if by telepathy knew he was there and she waved from far.
Many parents could not help but admire the healthy, vivacious, angelic precocious beauty of Laurie as he glided past them. Most of them would have put Laurie’s age at eighteen or nineteen with child like looks and they would be forgiven. Laurie physical development easily put her in that age group. Her loving family knew their lovely teenage sweet girl had another few years to reach that landmark. Laurie was an ace athlete and hockey player both on ice and field.
Laurie could not wait to reach her grandfather but did not want to be impolite to her friends. She bade goodbye as the two-week long holidays were starting. Laurie shrieked, “Grandpa’ as she rose on her toes to put her arms around his giant grandfather’s neck who bent down from his six foot five inch height and lifted his granddaughter by holding her waist like a small toy and as she kissed him on his mouth. Many parents who saw the warm sight of the loving affectionate demonstration smiled spontaneously and held their own wards with more warmth.
Laurie during drive home learnt her mother’s change of plan. She rubbed her tiny soft hand on the massive arm of her grandpa to suggest that she was sorry that he would have to miss her mother as she would.
“Grandpa, I will keep you company after I finish my homework,” Laurie smiled enigmatically. Don laughed his hearty booming laugh.
The whole household revolved around Sara. Her absence of any more than one day brought the mood down. Laurie was learning fast to fill her mother’s shoes.
Nanny had already brought. Andrew and Lisa from school and they were on the dining table gobbling food. They could eat and eat like all growing children and still be hungry.
Both children whooped and rushed into their grandpa’s hug. Laurie hugged them, as she was the second recipient of their affection.
Anna the nanny chided them to finish their snacks and inquired from Laurie as to what she would like the family to have for dinner.
Don swelled with pride as he heard his young teen granddaughter make suggestions effortlessly.
Nanny instructed the other maid accordingly. She also brought Laurie a cold drink.
“Andy, Lisa you guys ready for a swim,” Laurie cleverly suggested to tiring the kids before their dinner otherwise in absence of their mother they could make demands to stay up watching cartoons.
Don smiled as his eyes met his granddaughter’s light brown bright eyes.
Both finished their food quickly and started to shuck their clothes albeit with the help of their nanny.
Laurie laughed like a mother and chided, “No need to rush.”
Both were shorn of all clothing and jumping impatiently up and down for Laurie to get ready.
Sara had ensured that hypocrisy of nudity inside the house was minimal.
Laurie unbuttoned her blouse. Her large precocious breasts were encased in a white thin soft cotton bra. Laurie unbuckled her skirt belt and unbuttoned the sides and let it drop to the floor. Don’s throat choked as he saw the natural beauty of his granddaughter. Laurie looked at the nanny and maid apologetically for throwing clothes on the floor who smiled back as if they were offended that she should even need to apologise.
Laurie unhooked her bra expertly exposing her two large breasts, which jutted out with no slope, about the size of two halves of a large melon. Her thin white cotton gave a hint of soft dark growth of pubic hair. Her face was lit with smile framed by her wavy curly dark brown hair. Laurie was a breathtakingly beautiful result of afro-American, German-Irish blood.
“Grandpa, are you going to join us?” Laurie rushed towards her impatient siblings. Don managed to let out hoarsely, “A bit later sweetheart.”
Laurie picked up her little sister Lisa effortlessly in her arms as she giggled. Both kids were shouting ‘Laurie, Laurie’ as their elder sister they doted on, was going to join them in pool.
Laurie ran and jumped in the outdoor pool with Lisa giggling in excitement. Andy followed suit.
Don went to his bedroom to change. He came out in his swimming shorts. Anna, the nanny and the maid caught their breath as they tried to fill their senses at the sight of a giant of a handsome man. They had seen their employer many times but they both felt their pussies getting wet whenever he came out naked or in shorts. ‘God, he is built like a mountain’, Anna told herself silently, ‘His loose shorts can barely hide his cock.’
Don smiled benignly at the two women as he matched towards the pool.
When he reached the three were racing across the pool. Don smiled inwardly, he realised that Laurie had tricked them in the competition to ensure they were tuckered out.
Soon Don joined his grandchildren in the race from one end of the pool to another.
Time passed quickly as the family revelled in the fun of their company.
Nanny came and admonished them, “Come on now. Time to get out everyone and shower. Dinner would be ready in an hour.”
All four protested in good humour knowing they would have to obey her.
Don came out with little Lisa in his arms. Laurie had laughing Andy on her shoulders.
Don was in front when he perceived Andy whispering something to Laurie.
Laurie giggled. Don felt two soft hands on his massive waist as Laurie pulled his trunks down exposing his massive hairy ass.
Lisa giggled in mirth, as did Andy. Andy was holding his sister’s head firmly to prevent himself from toppling as she freed her hands to do the naughty deed. She once again held his brother’s thighs to keep him steady on her shoulders.
Don growled theatrically, “Taking advantage of my vulnerability are you...? Lise sweetie, hold me tightly please.”
Lisa clung with her tiny arms around her grandpa allowing him to free his hands.
Don blocked Laurie’s path and went down on his knees. Laurie could not stop giggling anticipating what her grandfather had in mind. Andy and Lisa were clapping and shouting.
Don pulled the wet cotton panties down exposing his granddaughter’s nudity. Laurie fidgeted to drop the wet panties off her ankles. Don smiled at his granddaughter who looked at him with smouldering eyes. Don hooked the panties with his toe as his granddaughter freed her feet and marched towards the shower room.
They all took shower still laughing and giggling. Don tickled and made Lisa laugh even more as he soaped and showered her.
Laurie soaped and washed her younger brother. Like a mother she pulled his prepuce back to wash the glans of his penis making him giggle. She rubbed the crack of his bottom and once happy allowed Andy to soap her.
They all eventually finished the shower. Maid had large towels ready. Laurie dried Andy as her grandfather dried Lisa. Maid took both kids away holding their hands to dress them for dinner. Laurie took the towel and dried her grandfather. Laurie felt a deep calm when she was in her grandfather’s company in nude. She marvelled at the hugeness of his hairy body. Don reciprocated by drying his granddaughter’s young teen precocious body. Both went to their suites to get dressed.
The family sans Sara were on dining table by seven.
Don came to table having donned loose-corded shorts and round-necked white cotton tee shirt. Laurie arrived with her hair still partly wet looking ravishingly beautiful in a short kaftan finishing just below her full thighs.
Dinner was as joyous as any time in the family.
Don nursed his large glass of Barolo. Laurie had a tall glass of lemonade but sipped from her grandfather’s glass every now and then.
Don savoured the happy family mealtime as nanny and Laurie good-naturedly kept the young ones interested in meal and Lisa was doing a good job with all kind of cutlery.
At the time of dessert Lisa rushed to her grandfather and sat on his lap. Don laughed and kissed Lisa as Laurie tried to open her mouth. Sara had managed to convince Lisa to sit in her chair on dining table. This was the best compromise they both had been able to work out.
Andy too was a competitor but now thought he was being mature doing his mother’s bidding. He made a mature derisive face ‘at the baby’ and Laurie did her best to keep a straight face and at his attempt to appear older than his years.
Lisa fed her grandpa with his spoon as he reciprocated.
Soon the family moved towards the living area with Lisa still in her grandpa’s lap. Lisa and Andy watched their favourite cartoon with usual shrill comments laughs, gasps, as they got involved with their shows. Laurie freshened her grandfather’s cognac. Don looked at his granddaughter’s bright beautiful face and smiled his thanks. Laurie smiled back and put her hand on his massive shoulder to bend forward to plant a kiss on his lips.
Laurie allowed the kids to enjoy their show for half an hour before nanny declared bedtime amidst their shouts of pleas and protests.
Laurie stood looking every bit like her mother as she made both of her younger siblings to get up to go to bed. Laurie convinced Andy to piggy ride on her back as she effortlessly picked Lisa on her right hip. Don could not get over every time he saw such demonstration of maturity beyond Laurie’s years.
Don stood up to kiss both Andy and Lisa goodnight, who were already making plans for the morning. Don than more formally bend to kiss his lovely precocious granddaughter laden with two healthy robust siblings, “Thanks sweetie.”
“Grandpa, I will finish my homework and join you if that is OK with you,” Laurie whispered.
“I will look up my mail in the meantime,” Don once again kissed his granddaughter’s lifted face, “Any particular movie?”
“I will join in whatever you are watching.”
Don watched his grandchildren march off.
He chose to switch to scotch. Don first watched Bloomberg then CNN as he sat with his laptop before switching to news on four other channels.