The Chandlers by Hankster

The Chandlers
by: Hankster

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Chapter 1

Hope and John

Hope and John Chandler were married on June 3, 1929. It was a beautiful spring morning in Canton, Ohio. Not one cloud dared hover overhead to spoil the perfect day. Hope’s father delivered her to St. Benedict Episcopal Church at precisely 9:30 AM. He drove her there in his aging Model T Ford. The groom and most of the other guests arrived in automobiles as well, but a few diehard guests chose to use old fashioned horse drawn buggies.

Hope was dazzlingly beautiful in an equally dazzling white wedding gown. She wore white appropriately, since she was a virgin bride. Much to John’s consternation, and his seemingly endless bouts with blue balls, she would not give in to his desires until they had tied the knot. To be honest, she wasn’t as anxious to give up her virginity as her groom was to take it. She was a very religious girl, and she swore to wait for the minister to sanction their union.

John had earned a pharmacy degree from Ohio State University two years earlier. His father was a pharmacist as well, and he owned a neighborhood corner drugstore. John had worked for his father in the store for as long as he could remember. Mostly he worked behind the soda fountain, and at other times, he delivered prescriptions. Of course these days, he worked behind the prescription counter, and his father was able to take some much needed time off.

John had been filling prescriptions for about six months. It was mid- November, 1927, on a windy, blustery day, when a stunning young girl came up to his counter. John figured that she was no more than seventeen to his twenty-three. Nonetheless, she sure got his juices flowing. He could feel a stirring in his crotch, and he was grateful that the counter was waist high. She was tall, about 5’7”, but she was short next to John’s 6’3”. Her hair was a very light brown, almost an ash blond. Her eyes were sky blue and her lashes were so long, they looked like they needed a good trimming. She was blessed with an hour glass figure, not because she had big hips and an ample bust, but because her waist was so slim. In fact it measured only twenty-two inches around. As she approached John, she covered her mouth with her handkerchief and she started to cough.

“Are you all right?” he asked with concern.

“I’ll be all right in a moment,” she coughed out. She handed him a prescription, and as she did, she was equally stricken by his exceptional good looks. He was taller than she. Most guys weren’t. His hair was blond and he had blue eyes. He wasn’t muscular, but he was lean and his skin was tight. She wondered if he was “taken.” Wouldn’t it be great if he took her to her prom in the spring?

“I’ll wait for it,” she said. “How long will it be before it’s ready?”

John looked at the prescription. It was a common expectorant. He could have it ready in a few minutes, but he said, “It will be a half hour to forty-five minutes. Would you like to wait in my office? There’s a sofa in there, and you could lie down while you’re waiting.”

She was about to decline his generous invitation, but she began to cough again, and so she said instead, “Perhaps that would be wise.” John escorted her into the back room, and helped her get comfortable on the sofa.

He went back to the pharmacy, and examined the prescription. The girl’s name was Hope McPherson. The doctor had not given any other information, so he went back to where Hope had lain down. “I’m sorry to bother you,” he said, “but could you give me your address and date of birth for the record?” She obliged him, and once again he returned to the pharmacy to fill the prescription. He took his sweet time, and when he could delay no longer he asked the clerk at the soda fountain to call him from the back, should another pharmacy customer come in.

When he went back into his office, he smiled with delight. Hope had dozed off on the sofa. He sat down on a chair and watched her as she slept. As far as he was concerned, she was an angel come to earth. He could have sat and stared at this vision of beauty for hours, but at last she began to stir.

“Your prescription is ready, Miss McPherson,” he said. She got off the sofa, and he escorted her out of the back room and into the store. She stood at the counter as John placed the bottle of cough syrup in a paper bag.

“That’ll be fifty cents,” he informed her. She reached into her purse and pulled out a dollar bill. As he handed her the change, he asked, “Miss McPherson, would you allow me the honor of calling on you sometime soon?”

She smiled and nodded shyly. She ran out of the store as quickly as she could. In the next few weeks she came into the store very often, mostly to enjoy an ice cream soda, or a malt, with her girlfriends. John began to call on her, and they sat quietly in the living room, as her parents listened to the crackling radio. Finally Hope’s father allowed her to go to the moving pictures with John to see the latest phenomenon which was making the rounds. It was a talking picture, The Jazz Singer, starring Al Jolson. It was an example of unbelievable modern technology, and the topic of everyone’s conversation.

After the movie, John took her to his father’s store. The store was closed, but he unlocked the front door. After they entered, he carefully locked the door again. He sat Hope down at the soda fountain, and asked her, in his most serious voice, what her pleasure would be.

“A chocolate malt,” she said, as seriously as she could, “and you better put two scoops of ice cream in it.” He did do that, and he put in two straws as well. They shared the malt, and their first kiss.

On the last Friday in May, John escorted Hope to her senior prom. She beamed with joy. Not only was John the oldest escort at the dance, he was by far the best looking. That evening he proposed to Hope and gave her a beautiful engagement ring. Hope had always dreamed of being a June bride. It was part of her romantic nature. She also believed somehow that it was luckier to marry in June than any other month, so the wedding date was set for the first Saturday in June of the following year.

Hope had a twin brother, named Ronald. During the course of his courtship, John and Ron became good friends. The younger boy idolized John, and they even started going on hunting weekends together about every two months or so. John, who was an only child, asked Ron to be his best man.

The wedding service was simple and traditional, and the luncheon reception was held in the church social hall. At 4 PM Mr. McPherson drove his daughter and her Maid of Honor home, and Mr. Chandler drove his son and his best man home. The bride and groom changed into street clothes with the help of their attendants. Mr. Chandler drove his son to his bride’s house, and they were finally together.

The couple went back to the church, and said goodbye to their guests, who rained rice on them. A taxi took them to the train depot, and they boarded the train to Niagara Falls, a trip of approximately 260 miles. The train did not leave until 7 PM and would travel all night, arriving at The Falls at 6 AM. Along the way, the major stops were at Akron, Cleveland, Erie and Buffalo. There were several stops between each city at towns neither of them had ever heard of. They didn’t want to spend money for a sleeper so they sat up all night, attempting to doze off while leaning on each other’s shoulders.

They took a taxi to the hotel, and they were told that their room would not be ready until 10 AM. John was beginning to think that he would never get laid, and Hope was trying to figure out if God was trying to tell her something. The desk clerk opened a door to a small office behind the check in desk, and told them that they could leave their bags there. They had breakfast in the hotel, and then waited patiently in the lobby for their room to be available.

Once in the room, the two virgins weren’t quite sure what to do, so they hung up their clothes neatly, and stored their other clothing in the dressers in order to kill time.

“I need to take a shower,” Hope muttered timidly. “I’ll go first.” She was in the bathroom for almost an hour, and John asked twice through the door if she was all right.

When she came out, she was wearing a satin night gown. She was more beautiful than John had ever seen her before. He rushed into the bathroom, and was there for no more than seven or eight minutes. When he came out, he was wearing a pair of long johns. As covered up as he was, Hope could see his every muscle and the outline of his penis, which was semi erect. She was filled with longing and fear, all at the same time.

Hope was under the covers, so John climbed into the bed and under the covers as well. He kissed her tentatively, and began to remove his underwear under the covers. When she saw what he was doing, Hope began to remove her night gown. When they were naked, they did not know how to proceed. They lay still on their backs, barely breathing. Finally John put his arm under Hope’s shoulder and turned her toward him. They began to kiss and their bodies pushed against each other. Hope could feel her husband’s erect penis, and she began to shudder.

John laid the palm of his hand on one of her breasts, and he began to gently massage her nipple. She began to sigh, and her nipple was growing hard and dry under his palm. He was shocked. Nobody had ever instructed him that a women’s nipple hardened like a man’s cock when she was aroused.

This encouraged him to explore her body further. He began to move his hand downward. He kept his touch feathery. When he felt Hope’s pubic hair, he was actually surprised. He had never thought that women have pubic hair at all. He assumed they shaved, just as they did under their arms. For a moment he panicked. He could not feel her slit under all that hair. He didn’t want to fumble or hurt her. He began to massage her Venus mound, and finally he felt it. It was a wet area and it was growing wetter. He parted her hair and placed his middle finger on her opening. It was wet and inviting, and his finger was well lubricated.

It’s now or never, he thought. He rolled on top of her, trying to support his weight with his arms so as not to hurt her, but she pulled him to her. Since John had gotten into bed, she had never once touched his cock. Now the damned thing was fumbling and bobbing all around, unable to find its target. He prayed that Hope would guide it in, but she did no such thing. He was forced to grab his own rod. He was about to guide it into her, but instead, he suddenly tried to get out of bed.

“I need to put a rubber on,” he said.

“Don’t you dare,” she said. “I want to have a baby.”

He reluctantly started his entry. When he was all the way into her, he silently thanked God. His uncut cock was about eight inches erect, but it was very thick. He had worried about hurting her, but she had taken him easily. He wasn’t aware when, or if, her hymen had broken, but there had been no resistance. They lay still for a long while. Neither of them wanted to move.

“This feels so good,” Hope said at last. She began to wiggle her ass, and instinct took over. John began to stroke in and out, being careful not to fall out. He was thrilled at how well lubricated his cock felt. He didn’t lubricate himself that much when he masturbated. He felt an orgasm coming on. He tried to delay it, but he couldn’t. He wanted to withdraw, but Hope wanted a baby, and he was already twenty-five years old. When he was born, his father was only twenty-one. It was time that he too was a father. He let loose trying to stifle his screams, but to no avail. He crushed his bride to him to let her know of his passion and his love.

They lay still until his cock fell out of her vagina. He knew that she was unsatisfied, but he expected that, and he knew just what he was going to do. He rolled off her, and placed his middle finger at her opening once again. Gently he moved his finger around and finally he felt her clitoris. He began to massage it, as gently as he could. He imagined his finger was a feather duster gliding lightly over a hard surface. It didn’t take long and Hope began to moan. She began to wiggle so hard that momentarily his finger fell off its target. Then she screamed. She made no attempt to stifle her joy.

When she settled down a little, he started to pull away. “Don’t stop,” she commanded. He resumed his feathery massage of her clitoris, and to his utter amazement, she had two more orgasms before she asked him to stop.

She was exhausted. As well she should be. She had just conceived the first of their five sons. Little John, Jr. was already gestating inside her eager and fertile uterus. When finally they got out of bed to wash up and dress for dinner, they saw that the sheets were full of blood.

When the doctor confirmed her pregnancy less than two months later, she would not have sex with her husband for an unwarranted fear of damaging the baby. Worse, when John asked if she would at least masturbate him, she refused. “That’s disgusting,” she announced.

Hope’s brother, Ronald, idolized John. He began to hang around the house as much as he could. In a weak, frustrated moment, John confided to Ron that Hope would not give him sex again until after the baby was born. Ron saw this as a great opportunity. He was hiding his homosexuality from the world, and all he ever fantasized about was having sex with John. Nobody, especially John, had a clue. Ron had never once acted inappropriately on their hunting trips.

“Come over to my house Sunday after church,” Ron said. Tell Hope that we are going to play gin rummy or something. My folks are going away for the weekend and we’ll be alone. I think I can help you out with your problem.”

John had no idea what Ron was talking about, but he fancied the idea of playing cards with his brother-in-law, and keeping away from Hope, who raised such awful unreleased sexual tension in him.

“I’m here,” John announced when he arrived at the McPherson house after lunch on Sunday. “I can’t wait to hear your solution to my problem,” he laughed.

“Have you ever masturbated with other people?” Ron asked.

“You must be kidding.”

“No, I’m serious. You get turned on watching the others, and if the mood strikes, somebody takes over for you, and sometimes you take over for somebody else.”

“Truthfully, it doesn’t sound like much fun.”

“You won’t know if you don’t try it. Actually, it’s the cat’s meow. Do you want to play or don’t you?”

“Hell, I’ll try anything once, but you better keep it our little secret.”

“I swear,” Ron said solemnly. “Let’s go up to my bedroom.”

John followed his brother-in-law up the stairs and into his bedroom. Even though nobody was home, Ron closed the door. As John watched, Ron stripped to his birthday suit. Of course John checked him out. He was surprised that Ron had an erection. He was more surprised that he was getting one also, but he chalked it up to his sexual frustration. Ron was about six inches of uncut hardness, and John was even more proud of his dimensions, now that he had something to compare it to.

When Ron was naked, and John was still fully clothed, Ron asked, “What are you waiting for? Strip and get into bed with me.”

John was shy by nature. Even when they were having sex, he and Hope stripped under the covers. They never really “saw” each other naked. Ron was asking a lot of John if he expected him to strip in front of another person, but he had gone this far, and he was curious to see if Ron’s solution would really help him relieve some of his tension. He stripped rapidly before he would lose his nerve, and he just stood there doing nothing.

“Come lie beside me,” Ron instructed. Reluctantly John obeyed. They lay side by side. Their naked thighs were touching. Ron started to masturbate, and John just watched, but he was getting harder by the moment.

“C’mon,” Ron said. “Don’t be shy. Join me.” John really didn’t want to, but he needed to relieve himself desperately so he started to masturbate. He began to cum rather quickly. His eyes were closed, and Ron pushed his hand away and took over the stroking. For a moment John’s journey to orgasm hit a snag in the road, but the feeling of someone else whacking him off, quickly brought him around, and he started to get hot again. Suddenly he felt a new sensation. Ron’s fist seemed to moisten and emit a warmth that brought him quickly to orgasm. He thought he was unloading in Ron’s fist, but he was streaming into Ron’s more than eager mouth.

His eyes were still closed when he announced to Ron, that he had brought him to an intense orgasm, the most intense that he had ever experienced. “You must masturbate a lot,” he said. “Your fist sure knows what it is doing. Thanks, Ron.”

“Yes, my fist knows how to pleasure a cock, but it was my tongue and lips that did the deed.”

“You mean….?” John asked. He could not bring himself to complete his thoughts out loud.

“Don’t condemn me now,” Ron said sternly. “A moment ago you told me how good it was. I’ll bet that Hope will never do that for you.”

“Probably not, but I would never do that to her, either.”

“Would you do it to me? I promise nobody in the world will ever know.”

“I don’t know if I could.”

“Will you at least try?”

“I’ll try, but if I don’t like it, I’ll stop.”

“You’ll love it,” Ron announced confidently.

Ron had bathed and sweetened his cock with perfume before John arrived. When John bent over to take Ron into his mouth, he was beset by the sweet floral aroma. He had no trouble giving a tentative lick to the hard cock in front of him. After a few strokes, he took all that Ron had to offer into his mouth. He acted like a pro. Some sixth sense made him grab Ron’s balls and knead them gently. He ran his finger up and down the younger man’s crack. Ron began to squirm and soon squirted a load into John’s mouth. John was heady and obsessed. He didn’t even realize that he had swallowed it all.

Afterwards they lay silently side by side. They were quiet for a long time. Finally Ron said, “I have fantasized making love to you from the first day we met. I love you as much as Hope does, maybe more. I would never stop you from having sex with me, no matter what.”

John remained silent. Ron rolled over in bed and placed his lips on John’s. He began to kiss John passionately, forcing his lips open and kissing the older man with his tongue. John returned the passion and began kissing back. They wrapped their arms around each other and melded into one. When they came up for air, Ron pleaded, “Please John, say something. Tell me how you feel.”

John sighed. “That was wonderful, and I didn’t have to worry about making babies. Can we do it again?”

“Anytime you want to, but we have just scratched the surface. I have so much more to teach you.”

When John got home, Hope asked, “Did you and Ronald have fun?”

“Oh yes, darling. Your brother is such a swell guy to hang out with.”

Hope was delighted that her husband and her brother got along so well. After that, Ron and John accelerated the frequency of their hunting trips. They did precious little hunting on those trips, and lots of sucking and fucking.

Eight weeks after Junior was born, Hope announced that she was ready to resume their sex life. John couldn’t care less. Nine months later George was born, a year after that Harold was born and a year after that the twins, Gerald and Franklin, were born.

After the birth of the twins, Hope cut off all sex with John. “Five sons are enough,” she declared.

“I can use rubbers,” John uttered the obvious.

“I’m not putting foreign substances into my body,” Hope declared adamantly. “Besides I am sure that God frowns on contraception.” John had no choice. He gave up sex with Hope, and increased his activity with Ron.

Their house was much too crowded with all those kids, and John purchased a large six bedroom home on the outskirts of town. The boys could now sleep two to a room, except Junior, who had a room of his own.

When her parents passed away, Hope asked her bachelor brother if he would like to live with her family. She never even asked John if that would be all right with him. The two real lovers were delighted to be living under one roof.

When Ron moved in, Junior was sixteen years old.

To be continued...

Posted: 10/26/12