Hi Everyone – how can I thank you for all the support you've sent my way? I deleted my former post on the Rooker incident. I'm 46 years old and have SUFFERED trying to get other people's approval. I have to be happy with myself and this is my start.

Instead of writing a Meth story where Beth shoots Merle in the face for hitting on someone else (which I seriously considered), I'll write one with some fun at Merle's expense. This will have multiple chapters. I'm also trying to get a Caryl one together, it's taking its sweet time to form in my head.

Merle's long day: Sunrise

Merle woke up with his face buried in blonde hair and his cock sandwiched between the finest ass cheeks in the state of Georgia. When Beth's movements changed from questioning to demanding he chuckled. Seems lil' kitten wants to play he thought. In the still of the early morning he heard her softly sigh then he was treated to the luxuriant feeling of her full body-stretching against him. The sunlight filtering through the curtains created a soft glow in the room and when her arms reached behind her to pull his head down to her neck he improved his view by pulling the sheet off of her nude body. "You needin' some attention?" he asked in a gravelly voice. Beth giggled in approval and he kissed his way across the skin of her shoulders, making his way down her back to the two circular dimples above her hips. God he fuckin' loved her hips. She had been bony and half-starved when they met at the prison and her bones used to jab him at night, but now years of abundant food and carrying children had rounded her hips and softened them. They were twice as wide now and he worshipped them every chance he got.

She shifted and rolled to sit up on her knees, giving him a bright smile as she looked into his face. He loved them morning smiles too. It had seemed so foreign at first, nobody had ever smiled at Merle Dixon, especially in the morning. But now he couldn't imagine living without that golden first-thing-in-the-morning smile, her eyes drowsy with happiness to have spent the night snuggled up into him. He grunted and lay on his back to get a better view and Beth dipped her head to swirl her tongue lazily around the head of his cock. He gritted his teeth and stared up at the ceiling. Fuck if she kept that up this was all going to be over in a minute.

She kissed her way up his stomach and then to his chest, rubbing herself against him and snorting softly when his bad arm locked around her. She nipped his earlobe and briefly rubbed her nose against his as she positioned herself over him. She bent her head to sharply suck each of his nipples before straightening to fully envelope him. "Merle," she breathed as he pushed farther into her. He held her in place and moved slowly and deliberately, noticing that her legs shook when he pushed into the center of her. He gazed at her as she placed her hands on his chest and began to set the rhythm. Soft sunlight streamed through her hair and her large blue eyes were closed in concentration. It was hard to believe she was the same woman who was so shy about sex when they first got together. It had taken forever to get into her pants but taking her virginity had been one of the best moments of his life and once she got a taste of Merle she demanded he teach her everything he knew.

Her breasts had been small then, barely filling her A cups but perfectly apple shaped with softly upturned pink nipples. Before the ZA he preferred big tits but when he finally struck gold with her he welcomed them like the second coming of Christ. Now that her body was filled out and she had nursed his babies her breasts hung like ripe fruit and her nipples were each large enough for a mouthful. When she was unclothed he unabashedly stared at them, when she was clothed he groped them as often as he could.

At this moment those gorgeous tits were swaying from side to side, resting on her swollen belly. His eyes flicked to the horizontal scar above the triangle of soft blonde pubic hair, a war wound from the last baby that had required a C-section and almost killed her. Beth sank into a deep depression when the baby died at four months of age, spurring him to persuade Hershel to give him a vasectomy so he would never put her life in danger again. He should have known something was up when she became more than a little amorous weeks after the procedure. He chalked it up to hormones but the next month when she breathlessly announced that they would be parents again he realized that she had outsmarted him – she knew that his junk wasn't getting into the plumbing anymore but that there was some left in the pipes from before the procedure. He had stormed out of the house and didn't return until after dark but his spiteful words died in his throat when he found her waiting up for him, hope shining along with the tears in her eyes. "I know this is right," she had whispered when he crossed the room and took her up in his arms.

Fuck this pussy shit he thought, angry with himself for losing focus while boning his woman. He rose up to suck her nipples, tugging them as he sucked them roughly into points. Beth laced her fingers in his hair and watched the cords in his neck pop as he turned his head to maximize his angle. "Oh yes baby," she whispered as his fingers found his way to fondle her clit. He released a swollen nipple with a wet pop and moved his lips to her ear, teasing her by coming almost close enough to touch. "You gonna cum little girl" he ordered softly. Beth emitted a strangled grunt and he slowly bit the side of her neck then sucked on the bite mark. Merle pulled away and dug his fingers into the softness of her hips to impale her deeper on his hardness. "But first ya gonna ride me like a good girl," he rasped, gazing at her intently. Beth moaned loudly and he felt her building.

She was squirming now, needing the sweet release but not wanting to be too loud. Merle redoubled his efforts to stay deep insider her, he needed to see her lose control. He thrust into her sharply, pulling her hips into him so that their bodies slapped together rhythmically. He knew she was on a hair trigger and he ordered her to look at him. When she complied he held her gaze and snarled, "Fuck yeah you gonna cum. You like me fuckin' ya," and Beth let loose. "YES, Oh Merle, OH GOD!" she cried out as her body jerked uncontrollably. Merle fought for control as she thrashed against him, her body writhing uncontrollably with the force of her orgasm as she helplessly calling his name. When she recovered she collapsed limply on his chest purring with satisfaction. Merle complimented himself on keeping control and was thinking about starting round two when the door burst open, pushed by a howling eight-year old who had blood running down her chin. Her brown curly hair was tangled into a knot and her shrieks bounced off the walls.

"MOMMY! MY TOOTH FELL OUT AND NATHAN ATE IT AND NOW THE TOOTH FAIRY IS GONNA COME TO HIM INSTEAD OF ME!"

Beth discreetly covered Merle's still throbbing member with the sheet and slipped on a nearby robe to stand at the foot of the bed. "It's OK baby, the tooth fairy knows where to go," she said soothingly to the child who had her around one leg and was crying and bleeding onto the front of her robe. "Kayla, it's going to be all right honey," said Beth. Two seconds later a howling blonde five-year old ran into the room.

"SHE MADE ME EAT HER TOOTH AND NOW A BABY IS GOING TO GROW INSIDE ME AND IT WON'T BE ABLE TO COME OUT BECAUSE I'M A BOY!"

The blonde haired boy sobbed, launching himself at Beth's other leg. Beth stroked his hair while Merle gaped incredulously at the scene before him. Beth reasoned, "Nathan that's not true, you're still a boy and you're not having a baby". Merle partially rose up to see a snickering 12-year old boy hiding in the doorway. "You tell him that shit?" barked Merle and the boy jumped and nodded, suddenly fearful. Merle glared the son that he usually referred to as "The Fuck Ya Doin' Boy?" and the boy (whose real name was Benjamin) slouched in, offering an insincere apology to the back of Nathan's head. Beth kissed the two smaller ones as their tears subsided and smiled at Benjamin. "Well good morning my babies," she said cheerfully, the flush of the orgasm still on her face. She glanced at Merle who was still glaring at the scene and she slowly ushered the three out of the bedroom saying, "Daddy needs some time to wake up, let's go get some breakfast." Merle's head dropped back down to the pillow as the howls, shrieks and footsteps moved down the stairs. "I hate these fucking people," he growled out loud, wondering if he had time to whack off in privacy.

"Me too," said a new voice from the doorway. Alaina Dixon, the oldest child, had emerged from the adjoining bedroom and stood in the doorway, the sarcastic sneer perfected by 15-year olds worldwide on her lips and a look of condescending disgust on her face. "On top of those…parasites… always getting into my things I can hear you and mom having relations all the time and it's totally gross. I want a different BEDROOM!" Before Merle could reply she flounced back into her room, her smooth black hair bouncing on her shoulders as she slammed the door.

Merle got out of bed to slam his own door, yelling through the wall, "If you don't like what I do in my own goddamned house then get ya own!" He locked the door and turned back to the bed, muttering under his breath about tigers eating their young. He got a little lotion and pulled at his dick, trying to get back in the mood. He thought of how Beth had writhed on top of him, how she smelled when she was aroused, how she looked at him innocently when she went down on him, but after 10 minutes his member still lay limp in his hand. It looks like a fuckin' dead bird he thought to himself.

He heard the clanging of pots and pans and the howls of the continuing argument and sighed. Time to start a new day.

More to come! Each review is precious to me, I love the feedback! AG