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Of Reunions and Life Ch. 01

By: writingdragon



This is a sequel to “Home By Eight” authored by Lothario the Great it is with his permission that I submit Part 2, and Part 3, which will follow. Any readers unfamiliar with the original work should read that first before reading the second or third parts. The second and third parts of this story are rooted in a real situation that took place in the early 1970’s slight modification for adaptation to the original storyline were of course necessary. 

Of Reunions and Life Part 1: Sequel

The Monday after the prom, Martin found there consequences that developed from his five hours spent, with and around Cindy Le Smythe, that prior Friday afternoon and early evening. , Cindy had apparently confided to her friends, who in turn confided to theirs and so on that he, Martin Floyd, was not only nice and considerate date, but also cute and a damn good piece of ass. Although Martin denied that the two of them had been intimate in all but holding hands and a good-bye kiss, dozens of different people asked him about ‘his prom date’ with Cindy. 

The major problem was Doug was now openly saying he was going beat Martin’s ass for touching his woman. Which to Martin’s way of thinking meant Doug and five or six of his friends pounding on him?

Cindy for her part would now acknowledge him openly in the hallways between periods, when she wasn’t with Doug, on the other hand her cheerleader girlfriends still wouldn’t give him the time of day. Jack Lowery however made sure everyone saw him drive to and from school with his new best buddy Martin Floyd. The popularity his momentary encounter with Cindy had bestowed on him was weird to his way of thinking. For the most part, Martin still kept to himself and was able; to move forward with his ‘life’ not that anyone else would want his. 

Six weeks after the prom Martin along with 300, other seniors graduated. He looked forward to getting away from this town, as the University he would be attending would be eight states away in Massachusetts. There would be new people, a new life, and the same old Martin (His own propensity for self pity sometimes amazed even him). After everyone tossed their mortar boards the whole class celebrated, after the good-byes and good luck hugs and kisses, Martin dutifully shook hands and hugged everyone who came up to him as he carefully made his way towards the door to head for the bus stop. Amazing he thought about his parents, “they won’t give up their parties even to see their only child graduate.’ 

He felt a tug on his gown, turning he gazed into the beautiful blue eyes of Cindy Le Smythe, he felt weak in the knees as she spoke,” I couldn’t let you leave without a good-bye hug and kiss, and congratulations, could I.”

“No I guess not, by the way congratulations yourself, I hear your going to University of Miami, Florida, sun, beaches.”

“Yep!” she smiled excitedly.

“Martin, I also want to tell you I have thought about the prom situation and I want to say I’m sorry I didn’t…for what I put you through.”

“It was a sucky evening overall,” he nodded, “However it had one unbelievable high point, that I won’t forget the rest of my life.”

Cindy pulled on his robe until he bent down to her, then kissed him, more than a peck but nothing like prom night,” I’ve never had anyone do to me what you did that night,” She whispered, “Thank you for not bragging about it, even though I told you it would be Ok, that’s a first also.”

He nodded, and kissed her again, “ I’ve got to go, good luck with the rest of your life, and I hope to see you around sometime, even if it’s just at our reunions.”

“Me too and good luck to you Martin…and I still think you’re cute.” She released him and stepped back as he left the building. 

Cindy watched him head outside to…‘the bus stop?’ She noticed he was wiping his eyes.

Four years later

Martin opened his eyes and blinked he tried to sit up but quickly lay back down moaning, “Oooh, what did I drink last night, my god my head hurts.” 

He felt a body rustle next to him, a soft low sexy voice floated by he ears, “Martin, last night was amazing you must have loved me for 4 hours, I am still worn out, sore… and horny,” She smiled.

Martin smiled back, ‘he had been at the frat house Graduation party and this beautiful little 20 year old sophomore Chinese international exchange student had shown up. Her name was Xia He, her name meant pure and something, she had proven to be pure delight. When he had come in from saying last minute good-byes and thank you’s to Professors, he went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer and a shot of whiskey, nothing like a boilermaker to set the tone he reflected. As he lowered the beer chaser, his eyes met the most alluring dark brown eyes, offset by her face with her classic Asian features, cute upturned nose and mid neck length pixie style hair. With out thinking Martin stammered out, “your beautiful.”

The woman blushed, and responded, “Thank you, what is that you are drinking,” she pointed to the shot glass in his hand.

Martin looked at his hand, replying as he shook himself from his dream, “Uh, it’s called a boilermaker…. Would you like to try one?”

“Yes, please, I would like that very much.”

Over the next hour, Martin talked with the beguiling young woman, as they partook of three of the potent drink combinations each.

Martin had lusted for her tight body from the moment he laid eyes on her. Her lithe body outlined in the Emerald green dress that fell from a small collar around her neck to her ankles, and never moved more than a centimeter or two from her skin. Wondering if it was made of silk and there were red flowers embroidered from her chest to her waist. He thought he could put his hands around her waist or hips and his fingers would still touch, and her ass looked like two halves of a grapefruit moving inside the tight fabric, on independent missions to drive him crazy with lust. 

Feeling as if he was under control, he kept stealing glances at her full pouty lips, her small tongue keeping them constantly wet, and him in a frenzied state of arousal. They were the most tempting, most kissable set of lips he had ever seen.

“Martin, why do you keep staring at my mouth?” she giggled as he looked at her in horror.

Busted he thought, “Xia, your lips are just about the most perfect set I’ve ever seen and are just begging for me to kiss them.”

“Oh,” she replied in a dangerous tone.

“I didn’t mean to upset you.” Martin gulped.

She placed her hand behind his neck, her whole countenance changed; it was as if he suddenly was looking into the eyes of a hungry tigress. “I’m glad you finally noticed my lips, now kiss them, and don’t stop until they are completely submissive to you.”

Martin took her in his arms, and gently, ever so slightly pressed his lips to hers, tasting the top, then the bottom then the corners. “My lord she is so sweet,’ he felt her shiver, as his mouth opened, and enveloped her mouth with a full sensual embrace, sliding his tongue into her open waiting, mouth. For the briefest of moments, her body stiffened, he felt the conflict within her, almost as if deciding whether or not to continue. The moment passed, as passion erupted deep in both of them they gave them selves over to the other, searching, touching, exploring the hot wet sensations that were exploding between them.

It was as if he had never kissed a woman before in his life, the gentle touch of her lips was in sharp contrast to the desire she broadcast to him with her tongue moving, pulling, fighting, tasting. A deep guttural moaning had overshadowed the earlier mewing from her throat that spoke plainly of her now overwhelming desire. Her mouth savagely pressed over his, as time seemed to stop, as neither of them wished to break the spell they woven, slowly Martin withdrew his mouth from hers, a low whimper escaped her throat in protest. 

With practiced grace, he continued, his tongue and lips moved in an intricate ballet, along her face, her skin flushed with desire as he nibbled and licked here. Her body shook with his kisses and when he sucked on her delicate skin, here or there, her body already willing, was now demanding that she accept his ministrations. She had never been with a man other than her ex- boyfriend and he had never coaxed her body into such feelings, such heights of raw pleasure, only in her dreams had it ever been like this. She had already broken so many taboos of her upbringing; she knew this was wrong so very wrong, her body, which was now in a tremor yelled back at her I don’t care it, feels so very right. The guilt and fear now swept away in a tingle of new sensations along the nape of her neck and a rush of wet fiery hot contractions between her legs. Her own giggles, moans, and sighs were all she could hear, as he continued his onslaught. 

The scent of her feminine arousal wafting from her loose fitting collar, mixed with perfumes, body oils, and shampoo, played on Martin’s senses as he willing drank in her unique cocktail of love, she enthralled him.

Her tongue moved up his neck touching and teasing, sending chills along his spine, her movements were tentative, but as she felt him respond to each new touch she became bolder, as the tip of her tongue swirled around the outside of his ear, the touch and wetness spoke of promises yet unfulfilled. 

Unable to contain herself any longer she deftly moved her tiny hand between his legs, moving her finger tips along his full length with feather light touches, as she whispered, “I see I’m having the same effect on you, that you already have had on me. Can we find somewhere a little bit more private, because if not there are a whole lot of people who are going to get a free show.”

Cradling her in his arms, she reached behind her, grabbed her purse, and then Martin took her upstairs to his bedroom. Once in the room, he closed and locked the door. They freshened up in the bathroom, then willingly went to each other’s arms and began to slowly sway and dance to a CD Martin had put on a few moments earlier.

Xia seemed a bit apprehensive, Martin, didn’t hurry her holding her close she softly swayed with the rhythm of the music eliciting small sighs of pleasure from her paramour. As her movements across his growing bulge sent jolts of pleasure and the anticipation of pleasure to come surging through his body.

Looking up into his face Xia sighed, “I am yours tonight, please don’t hurt me, I am not a virgin, but neither am I accustomed to these things,” she said as she looked away almost as if embarrassed.

Martin smiled as he lifted her face to his and kissed her, “I will not force you to do anything, we will take our time and learn of each other.”

She nodded in a cute little movement, then took a step back away from Martin, reached up behind her neck and unhooked her collar lowering her arms to her side she looked away.

Martin understood the gesture she was giving herself to him, he pulled her close to him lifted her head and kissed her.

She felt his hot mouth close down on hers, his lips parted as his tongue moved deep into her waiting mouth, she loved his taste, strong and clean, his hands and fingers, running up and down her arms then on to her back. She almost jumped as the little prickles of fire ran down her back ahead of his fingers to her now soaked panties, “Oh Yeesss! She moaned into his mouth. 

Feeling the gentle caress of cool air on her dew covered back told her he had unzipped her dress, moving her shoulders slightly the garment fell off her shoulders to his hands which were at her waist. Removing her arms from the dress, she draped her hands on his shoulders as she demurely stepped out of the dress.

Martin was in a daze as he placed the now discarded garment over a chair next to him. His breath caught, eyes roaming her almost nude body for the first time the subdued red of Xia’s bra and panties contrasted perfectly against her beautiful cinnamon skin. The small pert mounds of her breasts rising and falling in time with her shallow gasps of air. Her bra fell silently to the floor and he felt her shiver as his fingers traced an invisible line to the small elastic band of her thong. His touch felt electric as he traced the silky band around each side of her body and he deftly caused a smile to run across her face as he ever so lightly tickled the area of her stomach below the navel on both sides.

Releasing her grip on his shoulders, Xia unbuttoned his oxford shirt and let it fall to the ground, as she did he kicked off his shoes. He felt a surge of sexual energy as a tongue drew a circle around his nipple then felt the jerk deep in his stomach as she sucked it into her mouth, then did the same for the left nipple. Her fingers worked his belt, followed by the zipper, she gasp a bit as the pants went to his ankles as first one then both hands cupped his balls and now aching cock. 

Looking up she said, “You promised,” More as a reminder than a question. He nodded, seconds later he gasped as his briefs hit his ankles and she licked his balls then licked the underside of his cock up to the very tip and took the head in her mouth. Gasping at the sensations of her tongue moving in rapid circles around the now hypersensitive bead then almost loses him self when she flicks the end with her tongue, “Oh God yes,” he moans. He can feel her smile as she continues to apply her art, licking, kissing sucking she worships at his cock, then as if she knows his body better than he himself she wraps a hand around the lower half and begins to slowly move it in and out of her mouth. Building speed he feels her adjusting pressure on his cock slowly opening and closing her mouth as she goes, now her hand is moving, as the exquisite torture is at a peak. Again he moans, “Oh God Xia, watch out baby I’m cumming.”

Her answer is simple she pumps on his cock faster and faster, the first gob of his cum slamming into the back of her throat scares her, and she swallows out of self defense, then a second throb of his cock and he pumps yet another gob of his baby juice into her throat followed by two more. Xia gasps, choking as she swallows and dribbles all over her chin, “Sorry,” she blushes, “there was just too much,” as she scrapes the escaping jism off her neck, licking it from the side of her hand, as she stares up at him in wonder.

She realizes just what she has done, out of willingness, and desire for the man in front of her. It is something her boyfriend back in China has begged her to do, and she has steadfastly refused, he is an uncultured pig who cares nothing for me. In just the few short hours we have been together, this man has touched my core my very being, tender and kind he is still preparing me when my ex would have been finished and asleep.

Xia felt Martin lift her and cradle her in his arms; shuddering as fingers slid down her back over her ass, down her legs, over her feet, dragging her panties behind them. Martin laid her on the bed, arching her back and tensing as hot lips brushed first over one then the other of her rock hard nipples. Gasping and moaning as a soft gentle moist flick of a tongue sends unchecked bolts of electricity through her body, her moaning fills his ears as he pulls her whole breast into his mouth, and circles her nipple with his tongue. 

Her body is aflame as he continues his attention on her beautiful mouthfuls of breasts, caressing her arms, and underarms, she giggles excitedly as goose bumps run down her body ahead of his touch. He kisses and licks down her torso, as his hands now massage her buttocks, the multiple sensation work on her ability to concentrate, she is in heaven. Her eyes jolt open; she is suddenly sitting up on her elbows as she looks down at him, “Martin! What are you doing, why are you doing that.” She almost screams with surprise and pleasure as his tongue plunges between her moist very aroused outer lips. 

Martin lets her taste linger on his tongue and her scent fill his nose with her body’s perfume. He lifts his head as she stares, and smiles at her, “Never has anyone go down on you, lover?”

Shaking her head side-to-side, unsure how to respond as the barest tip of his talented tongue traced the length of her pussy. 

“Oh boy are you in for a treat,” he made an almost hissing like sound as he licked her tight wet needy opening to her inner most desires. She closed her eyes and layback giving her body over to these new and gloriously exciting sensations. Using his tongue like a little cock he moved in and out of her pussy, causing her to buck her hips up for more, moving his head up he licked her clit uncovering it from it’s hooded hiding place. 

Xia moaned and squirmed as her torturer, moved in and around her clit and then gently pushed first one then two fingers deep into her waiting canal. Moving in sync with his thrusts her body a willing instrument for his every movement, she began to feel strange as if her body would soon burst, “Oh god, oh, god, what are you doing to me please Martin I am going to die,” she moaned, her breathing ragged and shallow. 

Martin continued his assault on his lovers clit as he outlined the alphabet forwards and backwards, on around and over her most sensitive spot, he noticed she liked the ‘M, N, W, O, and Q’s the best. She began to mumble and jerk involuntarily as her climax drew near; her legs drew back and she pressed her feet on his shoulders he began licking and sucking on her now engorged button. As his fingers pressed upwards and to the back of her now slick vaginal canal, she drew in a long breath, his fingers found her elusive G-spot and her body stiffened as she screamed in pleasure unknown to her before.

Xia’s body was on fire her mind saw small bursts of color as she felt herself stiffen, “Oh yes lover don’t stop, please don’t ever stop, Ohhhh…..” Suddenly as if something inside of her snapped. Starting deep inside her body, traveling down into her vaginal canal and rectum came the explosion of pulsating waves, waves of pure mind numbing pleasure that spread out to engulf her whole being. Her engorged lips, which were already drenched, flooded as her body released a torrent of her love juices soaking the bed. She jerked and stiffened again, as this time his mouth drove her to the edge of a huge howling vortex of fulfilled lust and desire, and she gladly let herself fall in, babbling incoherently in Chinese.

By this time, Martin had regained his full erection but he waited as he moved into position for Xia to recover herself from the effects of her first two orgasms, for permission to enter her body. 

Xia opened her eyes and licked her lips; she was looking up into Martin’s eyes, “I never knew it could be like that, please be careful and slow, you are so much bigger than I am used to.”

Martin smiled and tenderly pushed the head of his cock up into her opening, then using a slow easy back and forth motion he began easing his cock up inside Xia’ warm wet and extremely tight pussy. It took some minutes but soon he was fully sheathed by well muscled canal and Martin was in heaven, she urged him to increase his tempo, and soon was pounding Xia like a jackhammer, “Yea, oh yea, that’s so good baby, soo tight, it’s like a second skin, this is so amazing,” he moaned.

Xia’s body was in overload first the two orgasms and now this, this is the kind of man she needed, that she wanted, moaning out, “So big, so good, yes my lord give me all of yourself, deep and hard, oh yes your in so deep, please faster, I am yours, Martin,” she shrieked. Her body moved in the frantic rhythm of lovers in heat, her mind lost to animal lust, her body was his, and she felt the tension begin to build again.

As he quickened his pace and slamming into her, he drove deep in side and as he hit bottom, he groaned. “Yea baby I’m filling you up I cummming.” 


Of Reunions and Life Ch. 01



She felt something hot explode against her cervix; her body arched and stiffened, “Oh my god, not again,” as her body swept away in the tidal force of their lovemaking.

She awoke sometime later, in Martin’s arms, her body still responding with aftershocks, her breathing just starting to become normal, Martin looked at her, “That was so beautiful, I have never had anyone treat me so lovingly or do those things to me…. can I have seconds…more.”

Martin laughed and said, “Your wish is my command,” rolling on his back he pulled her up on top of him.

Neither of them had gotten much sleep after that. He kissed her again and asked if he could see her again tonight, as it would be his last night before he left for Redmond Washington and his new job at Microsoft as a software engineer, thanks to a Professor who sent a paper of his to their HRM department. The beautiful young woman, said, “after last night My Lord, I am yours to command.” Rolling over she smiled and sashayed to the bathroom, asked over her shoulder, “what time do you want me here, and I already know what you want me to wear.” 

Martin smiled as he looked at the young Asian beauty as she moved away, she possessed the most sensuous little butt had ever seen or felt, he hoped to get a chance to introduce his cock to that part of her body tonight. Her body was thin and tight, her skin was as Gen. McArthur had once described Asian women “those women of Moon beam skin,” although she did not have an overly endowed chest it was adequate. Her legs were soft and smooth and her tight little butt just screamed to be caressed, fondled, and enjoyed, oh was she ever willing to please, and please each other they had. 

“How about an hour after the ceremony, then I will have you all to myself until noon tomorrow.”

She came out a few minutes later and said, ”Purrrfect!” By the way in China we have a name for any snake that size,” she pointed to his crotch, she continued, “ ‘Mang’ you call it a Python,” Laughing and blushing. 

Martin smiled, then helped her find her clothes and assisted her in getting dressed, kissed her and saw her to the door, “Wear something nice I’m taking you out to dinner, I’ll be in my suit coat and tie.” 

“I would like that very much, see you later lover.” Waved and was off.

Martin stumbled into the kitchen; two of the younger frat brother’s girlfriends were restocking the fridge, with food, the house had two refrigerators dedicated to food and four dedicated to beer and wine. There are priorities he thought as he smiled at the two girls. He helped the girls, it was their boyfriend’s week for KP, the guys being domestically challenged, and all, the girlfriends helped them with the chores, plus it was a way into their guy’s hearts and heads. When they were finished, Martin made two large sandwiches, headed up to shower, and to get ready for his graduation from Harvard Business School, he had earned a BS in Computer Engineering, Summa Cum Laude. 

After his shower, he packed his remaining things leaving out only what he would need today and tomorrow. Three hours until ShowTime he sat in his recliner and thought back over the last four years. “ The first two months on campus, his life had been much the same as it had been at home, except he had been introduced to ‘Rugby’ and took a instant dislike to it. Played by brainless morons, muscle bound suicidal jocks, but over the winter he started to hang out with the Rugby player’s, they surprised him and accepted him just as he was. That following spring, he was working out with them in the weight room and soon was practicing with them. By the beginning of his sophomore year, he was on the team as a replacement and ended up starting at Flanker for his Junior and Senior years. 

Martin who had only grown about an inch since high school he was now just shy of six foot, but he had put on 30 pounds, the muscle tone however was very different, he was solid and well developed and in a brawl was quite a terror. He didn’t ever go looking for trouble, but wasn’t afraid if it found him. He still had brown hair and brown eyes; he had also become more mature looking, not necessarily more handsome, just more rugged, and mature. He had quickly developed a propensity for computer software in school and buckled down to become a good student, which led to his new job offer. Most importantly, he had also become sure of himself socially, not that he was outgoing, far from it, but he was able to function well in groups of people he knew, and could be downright foreword when it came to a girl he was trying to impress, and he had awed a few over the last 3 years. 

Now in a few hours he would be graduating and heading for his first job, the loud buzzing sound of his watch alarm told him he needed to get ready for the ceremony. The ceremony was impressive, with all of the appropriate dignitaries and their uninspiring speeches. All the seniors were excited and anxious to get moving on in their new lives, as usual his parents had other commitments and couldn’t attend. Two years ago when they happened to be in town, Martin had finally confronted them; his mother nonchalantly had told him ‘if she could have found a good Doctor when she had become pregnant with him she would have aborted him.’ 

‘Gee I love you too Mom,’ he thought in amazement.

His Dad said, “We have a lifestyle we like and enjoy; having a child causes problems with our friends.” 

Martin had shot back without thinking, “Don’t you mean Slaves and Masters or Mistresses?”

“Exactly,” was his mothers calm reply!

Dinner ended shortly thereafter, and his parents, left for parts unknown within the hour. Two days later a lawyer sent by Martin’s father showed up at school, he had the transfer paperwork for the trust from Martin’s grandfather, and a sizeable ‘payoff’ from his mother and father, everything together including the stocks and bonds, totaled in the area of $20 million. The unofficial request was for Martin to drop out of their lives for good. Martin signed the papers, verbally agreed with the terms, then spent three days crying out the pain, all he ever wanted was his Mom and Dad, not money, he needed a relationship with them, not wealth. 

He made a written commitment to himself the morning of the fourth day following that as much as humanly possible he would be an active part of the lives of the woman he married and any children he sired. The pain passed quickly as he had over 20 years to prepare himself for this divorce, of his parents from himself, they had never been any things more than caretakers anyway. The day the money was legally, his he bought a brand new bright red Dodge Stealth. 

That afternoon after graduation, he accompanied ten seniors from the Rugby team and their dates to a very high-end restaurant and celebrated. Later that night he celebrated with Xia He privately. They both understood the circumstances as he was leaving in the morning and she was returning to China the following week they had no future with each other so they focused on the present.

That night after they got back from supper, Martin lay on his back his body tingling, Xia lay on top of him her hair lay in tangled ringlets, her body drenched in a glistening sheen the warmth of the afterglow still radiating throughout her body. Xia could feel his cock now more limp than hard inside her spasming pussy, they were both bathed in their mingled love juices still warm and wet that were just starting to become sticky. 

Xia smiled down at Martin, “So that is top riding, I like the way I can control the power and tempo, I will use that a lot. I need to tell you something.” 

Martin looked into her exotic face and shivered slightly, she was so beautiful, “Okay I am all ears.”

Xia blushed, “When you put your finger in my…. Ass earlier, you did not hurt me you surprised me; I liked the sensations, could we maybe…. “

Martin smiled, he was also getting very excited, he had always wanted to try anal but no one he had been with had ever wanted to try it so he didn’t push it, “Xia,” he caught her gaze, “Do you wish me to show you how to have anal sex.”

“Yes, please,” her neck, face and ears quickly took on a deep red hue.

Martin gently rolled her off his body and on to her side, he whispered, “go pee and jump in the shower and rinse off, just use water no soap, I’ll be right in to help.”

Xia sighed, then sat up and bent over, licking and sucking their mingled juices off of her lover’s oh so very nice cock. She continued to clean and motivate, Martin as he felt her talented tongue move in gentle circles, then in swirls, and long even strokes along his thigh’s and balls after she had thoroughly cleaned his cock. 

“My gawd” he moaned, “Why didn’t I meet you earlier this year.”

“I agree Martin, but if this is introduction neither of us would have passed a single course this year,” She kissed him and jumped up to go to the shower.

Martin watched her small butt cheeks as she moved away from the bed; a deep swell of lust came up from his inner most being as he realized he was going to get to fuck her in that tiny little ass of hers. He jumped out of bed and took a soft side case out of his main suitcase; he pulled out three vibrators of different sizes and colors, along with two tubes of lube and placed them on the bed. Replacing the case, he joined Xia in the shower, after they touched and kissed, Martin helped her out and gently dried off her delicate body, followed by his own. Then led her to the bed, where they shared a ½ of bottle of cold wine. While they drank Martin explained what he was going to do and allowed her to look at all three vibrators, she giggled at each one rather embarrassed but did say she liked the colors.

Martin kissed Xia her response was a deep throaty moan that seemed to be the longing of her verbalized. He didn’t waste any time as he son had his face buried in her dripping wet pussy where he pushed her over the edge into a body shaking, mind numbing orgasm. He again used not one but two fingers in her ass pushing them deep inside her rectum as her body reached its climax and sending her over the edge.

It took her a few moments to recover, but he guided her on her knees, put two pillows under her chest and head as she bent face down into the pillows, and lifted her ass up into air in a comfortable padded knee chest position. Xia let out a squeal of surprise that soon turned into moans of delight as she felt an object near her tightly puckered hole; it was both soft and hard, but wet and flexible. The squeal turned to low moan when she felt her ass cheeks being spread and the object was tantalizingly, pushed into her ass, “Oh my god,” she sighed, “it’s your tongue.”

Moving in a slow tender manner, Martin provide Xia with her first rim job, as his tongue slowly, sensuously, invaded her virgin ass, after a moment or two she started pushing back trying to get him further and further into her now needed ass.

Grabbing a tube of desensitizing gel Martin removed his tongue, to which Xia whimpered her disappointment, he pressed a small amount of the gel on his fingers, coated them, and put a nice size dollop on her little puckered rosebud. Martin pushed through her outer sphincter coating the muscle inside and out with a large amount of gel, “That’s cold,” came a playful cry from his lover as he spread the gel around. Placing another large drop of the gel on the opening, he opened the lubricant and put a few drops on his fingers he pressed his index finger into her waiting ass up to the second knuckle. 

She let out a low groan of obvious pleasure, the sensations were delicious, the penetration and stretching were bad enough but the kitty paws she felt all along the wall between her ass and pussy canal as he rubbed it from inside were so incredible. She felt more pressure at her opening then an even larger invader tantalized her senses as she felt a distinct pop as her body gave way to the sensations, she waited a few seconds and slowly moved to the rhythm of her new pleasure center. 

Martin was amazed at how hungry Xia seemed to be to accepting his fingers with true passion, he looked at the three vibrators skipping the smallest one, he picked up the medium sized one it was 6 inches long and 1 ¼ inches around. Lubing it he put a small amount of gel on the tip, removed his fingers, and pushed the vibe in half way, then turned it on.

At first Xia wasn’t sure she liked the new harder object inside her, then he turned it on her body already attuned to Martin’s pleasuring exploded, “Yes oh god yes,” she cried out. As the vibrations from her ass crossed over into her vaginal canal and she felt a gush of warm fluid begin to trickle down her leg, “more,” she moaned, “Push it in more.” Her body was moving involuntarily to the duel pleasures of vibrations and now he moved it in and out until it was buried in her ass. 

Martin prepared the largest vibrator as he had the first one this was a jelly vibe that although larger than the first would be less rigid, more like his own cock would be. It was a bit longer and wider so he could gage her willingness and ability to accept his now enraged cock. The second the large vibe entered Xia moaned in acceptance as she reached behind her with both hands and spread her ass cheeks wide. The vibrations were awesome as her muscles relaxed and invited this new pleasure deep into her bowels, she was hissing and groaning the as the vibrations radiated up into her body. Her pussy was on fire as Martin began to slowly move his free hand and fingers around her engorged clit, flicking and circling her juices were flowing freely as her ass relaxed and the vibe was buried to the hilt.

Xia pleaded, “please Martin I want you, Please give me your cock,” he got on his knees and took out the desensitizing gel, as he drizzled the lube over his manhood, he pulled the vibrator out of her now ready glory hole and squeezed a glob of gel on the opening. Xia, whined, “Put it back please I love it,” her moans were calmed when she felt his hot cockhead slide into her ass, she gasped, “Oh…Yea,” as she pushed up on her arms to help guide his Mang as deep into her ass as she could get it. 

After he pushed his cockhead inside her, he froze and allowed her to move him inside her hot excited ass. She readjusted her angle three tomes and then moved him in and out eight or nine times when the second sphincter gave way and he slipped deep into her bowels as she accepted every inch of his throbbing cock. 

“Oh yesss, I so full, you’re in so deep, I can’t believe how good it feels, Ohhh fuck this is fantastic.” Xia moved him slowly in and out of her just penetrated ass and when she felt fully relaxed she, purred over her shoulder to Martin, “Now lover, fuck my ass, pound it into submission, make me cum.”

Martin grabbed her hips and quickly, started to stroke at faster and faster speeds, He yelled out, “Yes Xia you are so tight so fucking tight, oh baby when we are done you sit for a week,” His balls swung back and forth in a crazy dance as he pulled out and pounded his shaft deep into her ass.

Xia was almost incoherent as she screamed, “fuck me, my ass is so full, make me cum, fill me with your baby juice,” as she bucked and lunged against his shaft in a frantic motion trying to get more of his beautiful fuck stick deeper inside of her.

Martin held out as long as her could but felt his balls tighten and he grabbed her hips and pounded her now tender butt, he moaned a deep satisfying moan, and filled her rectum with his cum. Seconds later, her body shuddered and she fell face down on her pillows as her orgasm took her, her muffled groans and babblings were like music to Martin’s ears. Milking himself out he drained his cock of all his juice, and then slowly as he softened he let his cock slip out of her ass, and collapsed on top of her. 

After a few minutes Martin pushed up off his lover, he flipped over and sat next to her, rubbing her back, “hey,” he asked, “are you ok?”

Xia turned her head and finally rolled onto her side, “No, I’m well fucked, and have nothing more to seek in life, I am as perfect as you can get in this life. That was the most absolutely awesome experience of my life. You have ruined me for anyone else but I will always have these memories.”

We got up and showered, then changed the sheets; we had sex twice more, once that night and one last time in the morning both times were tender couplings, slow and intense. We said good-bye to each other, but exchanged both E-mail and home addresses so we would be able to contact one another. 

I drove away from campus with a sense of melancholy, as I was glad I was out of school and starting on my life, but Xia’s kiss lingered on my lips, I was truly sorry I had to leave her. 

Upon arriving and settling in Redmond Wash. Martin settled down and focused on his job and new life, including playing on a local Rugby team. In February, he received a letter from his old High School informing him that his class’s fifth annual reunion would be held on the weekend of the fourth, fifth and sixth of June. That Saturday night there would be a dance for all alumni and dates, he talked with his boss and asked for two weeks off, he was given 10 days. Once he had secured the time off, he returned the R.S.V.P. with his money, set up his plane, car, and Hotel reservations, and went on with life.

Martin lay in bed thinking, the month of May had been extremely hard on Martin as the insecurities he had carried around with him like a second skin in High School, reemerged before the reunion weekend. He finally called his two best friends from Harvard the week before he left for his old hometown; both calmed him down and reassured that he was a different guy now. His best friend’s fiancée told him to go have fun, scrape off the ghosts, and realize how stupid, insincere, and inconsequential that group of people are when compared to the real world. Martin knew he could not dismiss his past, but he could overcome it, he would ‘scrape off the ghosts’ and hope to gain some new friends.

Martin’s renewed courage had peaked by the time he arrived at his hotel late on the evening of June 3. He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, here he was in the luxury Suite at the Crown Royal Hotel this was very different from how he felt when he left this city five years ago. He also admitted to himself that he had decided to come to this function just to prove to a few people that he was worth something as an individual other than a brunt of their jokes or harassment. 

Martin had purposely decided to skip the Friday night casual party he felt he could achieve the best effect during the Formal Dance on Saturday night, so Friday was a relax and see some of the things in his hometown he had never taken time to see before. He took time to see the huge Art Museum; dined at a deli he had always wanted to try and went to see a major league baseball game. 

Saturday he slept in late, worked out, swam, and although he wouldn’t admit it the butterflies increased in size and amount as Showtime drew nearer. At 6:30 that night, Martin eased the white ragtop Chrysler Sebring he had rented into a parking space in the school parking lot. This is a new feeling he thought, ‘I’ve never driven to this school before.’ With the giddiness of a freshman, Martin locked his car, buttoned his Tux and casually walked towards the entrance, towards what he hoped would be a night where he could put his past behind him. Martin walked up to the table where a young woman who appeared to be about 24 months pregnant looked up and smiled at him, he recognized her instantly as his old lab partner, Becky. It took a couple of seconds but the woman was finally able to place him, “Martin?” She said with a notable look of surprise showing on her face, which seemed to be glowing.




Of Reunions and Life Ch. 01



“Yes Becky, Martin,” he smiled.

“Your looking great, I almost didn’t recognize you.” She found his name on the list, and gave him his badge with his name and his senior picture on it. The conversation quickly digressed to her husband and of course babies. Fortunately, some more people came up behind him and he excused himself, exchanged parting pleasantries with Becky, and then wandered down the hallways towards the gym and the dance floor. He walked up to his old locker, memories of that day in April five years ago assailed him he heard some giggling behind him the three women just passed him by like he didn’t exist, ‘well’ he almost laughed to himself, ‘some things never change, I’m still invisible.’ 

“Well, well, well, just what do we have here,” a nasty sarcastic voice intoned.

Martin shook his head, ‘well I’m invisible to most people,’ and then turned to face Doug and four of his football buddies, as they tried to circle around him and intimidate him. 

“Hello Doug,” Martin replied, with a calm easy demeanor.

“Listen slime ball, you don’t talk to me unless I say so, I still haven’t forgotten what you tried to do to me at senior prom, I should still pound you for that,” he spat out with venom as he charged Martin. At the last, second Martin tightened his Abs, thusly when Doug’s fist smacked into his stomach it bounced off and didn’t do any damage. Martin looked up into the taller man’s face the look of surprise was evident, Martin struck once as his fist slammed into Doug’s unprepared diaphragm, which in turn caused him to expel all the air in his lungs. The bully bent over tears running down his face, Martin looked at the other four guys, “Anyone else.” All four of them turned and moved away at a quick pace, He heard one of the four say, “Are you guys sure that was Dweeboid, Martin Floyd.”

Doug couldn’t do anything as this little nothing bent down and looked him in the eyes, “If you want to continue, nod your head, my next punch will be directed to someplace more vital, otherwise go away and don’t bother me ever again, and I won’t bother you. Do we have an agreement?” Doug’s head was nodding up and down. 

“Good, I want this to be a fun night for everyone.” Martin replied as he gently helped Doug to straighten up and let his body relax so he could breath. 

Martin looked down the hallway to the right a tall slender dark-haired Hispanic beauty was walking towards the two of them watching intently, as she got closer she asked, “Honey are you all right?”

Doug put out his hand and the woman took it, “Martin this is my wife Irmina, baby this is Martin Floyd, we were playing around and I got stupid and he accidentally knocked the air out of me.” 

The woman smiled and said, “do that stuff when the girls aren’t around, Ok guys,” then pulled on Doug’s arm and said, “Nice to have met you Martin,” as her eyes momentarily connected with Martin’s he though he saw something more in them, then she abruptly turned and walked off with Doug.

Martin replied, “The pleasure is all mine.” He casually moved behind the couple and thought to himself, Doug did have an uncanny ability to attract beauty. The woman on his arm was probably 5’9” about 125 – 130 pounds she had on a silvery dress that clung tightly to her body accentuating her breasts, and drawing attention to her more than generous endowment of cleavage. The dress fit her tight toned body like a glove, her perfect little tight ass swayed with an almost hypnotic charm. To top it off she had a pair of lithe sensuous legs that seemed to go on forever, they just screamed for a head to get between them. “Oh well,” he sighed and enjoyed the view.

Martin smiled as the new perfect couple entered the Gym and moved quickly into the throng that awaited them. He was also pleased that the current score was ‘Martin 1, Ghosts 0.’

Martin entered the Gym, he smiled the reunion committee had really done an excellent job, streamers hung down all over the gym, there were dozens of tri-fold panels with hundreds of pictures all over them. The band was playing tunes from their senior class’s four years in High School and a few couples were already out on the dance floor he overheard someone behind him say, “This is so neat it’s decorated like our senior prom night.” That revelation made Martin tingle a bit; he would get to go to a Prom after all

Martin looked around it was 6:50 and the gym was starting to fill up, spotting the cheerleaders in a clutch to the left of the door, he watched as they talked and laughed, noticing, ‘no Cindy, how odd.’ Then almost as he thought it Cindy Le Smythe entered, she was still the ravishing beauty he remembered, and the Blue satin sequined cocktail dress she wore looked stunning on her. It accentuated every one of her feminine charms perfectly, and still kept an air of dignity and grace, she looked sexy and classy, unlike two of the other five cheerleaders who looked like they had just stepped off their street corners. Only he noticed she didn’t explode into the room, she moved with uncertainty, as if she were afraid. 

She looked around and saw the other cheerleaders; taking a deep breath as if she was gathering her courage, she then slowly moved towards them. The other five cheerleaders all seemed to stiffen up a bit as their captain and teammate approached their conclave. Two of the girls embraced Cindy one of them being Teresa the redhead whose calves were still too large, the other three responded with curt even indignant nods. Many people had now noticed the interaction, and were watching as the core group of three now dismissed Cindy with a cold arrogance. It only took a few more moments for the former Captain to get the message; you are not wanted or accepted here. 

Martin watched the whole scene take place, he was both happy and sad as he watched Cindy quietly move away from her former friends, happy because she had felt the sting and pain of rejection, but sad because he understood how painful and heart wrenching that was. 

He made his way over to the food table, poured two cups of punch, and collected two plates of fruit and chips, then taking a deep breath he walked almost unseen to where Cindy Le Smythe sat. Martin ensured he moved slowly as he came up next to her and said, “Cindy I brought you something to drink and munch on.” 

She half looked up and mumbled, “Thank You,” never making eye contact.

“Mind if I join you?” he inquired.

“No, go right ahead, I’ll be leaving in a few minutes anyway, I shouldn’t have come.” She kept staring at the floor to her left; Martin noted the single tear marring her perfect face. He was in a quandary, should he leave her in her gloom, or should he intercede, he remembered ‘the ghosts,’ fear and self-doubt had already been beat; now rejection and loathing were going to get a beating. 

“You know Cindy, the last time you had me get ready for a dance we never did get on the dance floor. I think you owe me a couple of dances.”

“What are you talking about?” She shook herself out of a daze; she looked up at the man in the Tux standing in front of her, his right hand outstretched to her, confusion etched on her face.

“Who are you?” She said as she looked at his nametag, recognition dawning as she smiled.

Martin looked at Cindy and nodded his head yes, he watched as an unspoken pain raced across her eyes and was replaced a second later with her smile, that same smile that she had shown him the night of the prom, before she had dropped him off at home.

“Martin?” she gulped.

“Yea, Cindy,” he smiled broadly, “I’m Martin!”

Cindy stood smoothing her dress out and took his hand, “I believe your right sir, and I do owe you a whole grunch of dances.”

The next three hours were magic for Martin as Cindy kept his sorry two left feet, and his “I couldn’t dance if you paid me butt,” out on the dance floor. While she was dancing, she showed little glimpses of her self-confidence and at the same time tried her hardest to make her partner look good. 

During the band breaks they caught up on the past five years, Cindy honestly cried when he told her of his parents dissolving their parental relationship with him (he did tactfully forget to mention his new employer and his new tax bracket courtesy of his parents). Martin thought as he watched and listened to Cindy, she’s different, friendlier, unassuming, he liked the change in Cindy, she was funny and down to earth now, and showed a genuinely caring attitude. Over the course of the night, he was able to glean out of their conversations that she was a schoolteacher in a town 50 miles away.

She told him that the humiliation and embarrassment he had witnessed tonight were just the latest installments on a problem that occurred the summer after they had graduated. He was stunned to find out Doug had dumped her two days before Graduation because she had tried to screw up his prom with a geek loser. Martin smiled and confided in Cindy what had happened earlier that night when Doug had come over to welcome him to the reunion. He also explained he had caught the former prep football star off guard, Doug in spite of the injury that finished his football career two years ago, was not to be taken lightly.

As the night grew to a close Cindy looked at Martin, “I have had a wonderful time with you tonight.”

“As I have with you.”

“I have a favor to ask of you,” He Nodded. “Can we go back to my parents house I have a couple of things to talk to you about and I want to be someplace I can fall asleep if I nod off, I am not used to staying up this late.”

Martin looked around, “shall we go then I think I can still remember the way.” 

“Silly boy just follow me.”

As they left Martin was walking behind her, he noticed for the first time that she was a bit hipper than five years ago, but that was about the only flaw, as the package was still the same as it had been five years ago. She was a fireball package 5’4” 117 pounds, her breasts were somewhere between the size of a large orange and a softball, they seemed to be a bit fuller now, a toned athletic body, nice tight little heart shaped ass, and legs just made for wrapping around a body. Couple all that with her just over shoulder length golden blonde hair, and sparkling sapphire blue eyes, and you had Martin’s idea of perfection. Martin snickered a little as he thought back over the last five years, every girl or woman he had ever been with were all compared to the perfect proto type walking just in front of him, even though Xia had come really close, Cindy still was the standard of beauty and sexiness in his eyes period. 

Martin followed Cindy who still had the BMW he had last seen her driving (He thought about the Silver Blue Lamborghini Diablo that was parked in his garage in Washington, his play toys had definitely gotten bigger and unquestionably more expensive). 

When they arrived at her parent’s home, Cindy brought Martin to the door then turned to him, “Promise me you’ll let me explain everything I have to say fully, before you leave, please!” Her pleading was almost as if her heart was breaking.

“I promise,” he responded although he was a bit confused.

As she entered, she said “Mom, Dad, I brought somebody home, is anybody awake?”

Her mom walked into the living room from a doorway to the left of the room, Cindy crossed over to her, hugged her, and whispered something to her, nodding her mother asked, “Now who is the gentleman you brought home with you.”

Cindy turned, “Actually it’s someone you’ve met before, remember the prom, the ‘other guy’.”

The older woman, who was a clone of Cindy with light brown hair, stared intently at him, thought for a moment then said, “Martin, correct?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

She shook her hands in front of her, “Don’t get me started on the prom thing.”

“Mother,” Cindy implored.

“Right, I’m headed to bed, you two enjoy, Goodnight, Martin nice to see you again.” She kissed her daughter and left.

When her mother had left, Cindy took his hand, “Let’s go into the family room I want to be comfortable. Would you like a beer?”

“Sounds good but no thanks, I haven’t had any alcohol since last June, I’m trying to detox from three years of Frat house living. My liver still quivers at the sound of a beer being poured.” She giggled then disappeared down a hallway. “I’ll be right back.”

Martin made himself comfortable on the couch while he waited for Cindy to get back from changing. She reappeared in a dark green silk Chinese style pajama set, and a towel in her hand. She got them both a glass of iced tea then sat down at the other end of the couch as she started fumbling all over herself apologizing for her choices and actions on prom night.

Martin scooted over and placed his index finger on her lips. “ You said I’m sorry for that five years ago, if I can get over it, so should you.” She only nodded her head.

Cindy stood and went to the fireplace mantle, where she retrieved a picture bringing it back with her and handing it to Martin. The photo was of Cindy and a small boy three to four years of age. 

“Martin this is Seth, my son, my 4 ½ year old pride and joy, the single reason for both the pain you watched me go through tonight, and my sole focus and purpose in life. You see.” Cindy explained, “By my senior year in High School I was out of control, so hip, so cool, so in charge. No one was going to tell me what to do; I elevated and destroyed guys and girls to my lofty plane of existence at my whim and for my pleasure. Starting after my 18th birthday in October of our senior year, I had become sexually active; I got involved with three guys including one of the teachers before Christmas, prior to Doug and I becoming a thing. As I have since explained to my parents, I was ‘a rich spoiled out of control bitch.’ When Doug dropped me two days before graduation I was not expecting it, see I was going to tell him to get out of my life at his party the night of graduation. However, when he told me get lost I was shaken—nobody had ever dropped ‘me’ before. Three weeks later, I missed my period for the second straight month, that coupled with the morning sickness told the tale. 

My fall from perfection was hard and fast. First the Father was gone out of my life, second I told my parents, third I contacted the University of Miami who notified me that my scholarship was revoked and I was told to reapply next year. Then lastly my own friends destroyed me. You see Martin when you’re the center of the ‘IN’ crowd your can do anything and get away with it, except get caught, and I was caught permanently. Children don’t disappear after a few months, and I could not bring myself to abort the baby, so... 

It was amazing how many different guys the three girls you saw humiliate me tonight, said I had slept with. Since I had isolated everyone but my little clique, I had no one to turn to as three of my own group smelled blood, and went for the jugular, Donna stayed neutral, Teresa stood by me until she left for college. I was suddenly the school tramp, slut of the week, month, and year, ‘The Class Whore.’ I was so depressed I wouldn’t go out of my room for weeks; when you’re full of yourself, it takes the wrecking ball of life to destroy you; I have never been in so much pain. 

My parents talked to Doug’s parents, it was decided that since the revelation of my ‘sexual appetite’ they were going to wait for the child to born and do a paternity test, ‘before doing anything rash.’ When Seth was born, I named him after my father; Doug wouldn’t even come and see his son. When the Paternity test came back with Doug as only 30% possible chance of Him being the father thus in a court of law Doug wouldn’t even be considered, someone else was the father, I was devastated. 

My doctor finally had me come in to see her about a week later to start all of my postnatal care. We talked about any other guy that I had been with during March April or May, then it hit me there was one other guy, on prom night, but only one time and he didn’t release inside of me.” Cindy was sobbing as she looked at Martin, “Oh god Martin please don’t hate me, but you are the only possible one.”

“How could I be the Dad, like you said I didn’t….”

Cindy held up her hand and interrupted, “ My doctor explained that the pull out method is almost useless because a guy will expel a small amount of semen a few seconds before he orgasms, with me on top we probably forced it into my womb. The doctor said you had strong swimmers, at least stronger than Doug’s.” She giggled through her tears. 

“I know you will want to take a paternity test, you pick the lab we will pay, if it comes back positive, I only want two things from you. I want you to give our baby his rightful last name and I want you in his life. I don’t care if you hate me or want nothing to do with me, I can understand that. Please don’t make the baby suffer because of my foolishness. He has a mommy but he needs a daddy. I’m not talking about you and me together; I’m talking about you and Seth. I don’t want money, I need his father in his life, he needs his father in his life.”

Martin looked at Cindy, a stunned almost silly half smile on his face, and said, “Well as one of my philosophy professors always said, ‘other than that Mrs. Lincoln, how did you like the play,’ I’m glad you brought me here instead of Denny’s to tell me this.” 

He shook his head, smiling he almost whispered, “I have a son, Seth Floyd,” he rolled the name around his tongue a few times and decided he liked the sound of it. Martin stood and helped Cindy out of her chair, “Is Seth here?” She nodded, “can I see my son…. our son?”

Cindy took Martin’s hand and led him to a bedroom near the front of the hall, entering she turned on a small table lamp which gave off a soft warm glow. Martin knelt next to the bed and slowly reached out his hand to touch the small miracle of life that was sleeping so comfortably and peacefully. Martin ran his fingers over his son’s face and touched his small hands for the first time; tears were falling down his cheeks.

“What’s he like?” he asked over his shoulder.

Cindy sighed, “He’s all boy, rough tumble, constantly moving, running, jumping, he wants to be a fireman, or racecar driver when he grows up. He likes Dexter’s Laboratory, Johnny Bravo, Sesame Street, and Scooby Doo, his favorite movie is “George of the Jungle”, but he hates Grandpa’s News show. He loves bacon and eggs, Captain Crunch, and hotdogs, as well as mac and cheese, and any type and kind of cookie, oh and loves any clothes that are red in color.” 

Martin bent and ever so gently kissed the small sleeping child on the side of his forehead, then whispered, “Hello my son, I’m sorry it took so long for me to get here, but now that I am, I’ll make up the time I’ve missed. I’ll see you later today buddy, sleep tight, Goodnight.” 

Martin stood, he heard Cindy’s muffled sobs behind him turning he saw Cindy, her mom and dad all three hugging each other not a dry eye in the group. Mr. and Mrs. Le Smythe both held Martin in turn as the emotions erupted into tears, Cindy shooed them out of the room and turned the light off, so the baby wouldn’t wake up. After he recovered and Cindy’s Mom and Dad said, “Goodnight,” Martin returned to the family room again and sat in a big recliner. Cindy came over a look of fear etched in her beautiful face; Martin pulled her into his arms and popped the recliner out. Holding a very scared young lady in his arms, they both cried and comforted each other, eventually falling asleep in each other’s arms.

End of Part 2.

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Of Reunions and Life Ch. 02



Finally, he had reached his limit, looking into those sexy sparkling blue eyes, he whispered in a low guttural tone, “Please don’t tease me like that, I need to focus on Seth first, then you….”

“First, I’m not teasing, I’m inciting,” she cooed as she ran her tongue up his neck, around and into his left ear, shivering involuntarily. If he could have seen her, she had a wicked, wicked smile. “Second, I think we need to see where we are with each other, I already see the love in your eyes for your…. our son, and now I feel what seems to be an issue growing between us, it's that a cucumber.” She almost moaned, as the words seemed to sizzle as they left her lips.

Martin felt not unlike a mass of unformed protoplasm, as the young woman, the mother of his child continued her onslaught; his neck, ears, lips, mouth and tongue, all of which were already her willing prisoners, screamed in a chorus of lust for the rest of his body to follow. 

Now lost in her own lust and needs she caught his fully engorged member between the two of them and slowly began rubbing her inflamed mons up and down his shaft in a delicious almost decadent manner.

“Martin,” her cooing was almost a begging, “ It’s been five years please, I need you, I want you, make love to me. No one but you ever shared themselves with me, made love to me, I’ve been screwed, I’ve been used for sexual pleasure, but only once have I been made love to. You knew that night, didn’t you? You knew you had touched me, in a very special way.” Her words were becoming garbled as the sensations from her now increasingly excited movements focused the proper amount of friction over her clit, and accelerated by the almost frantic probing of their tongues. She broke off kissing and looked in his eyes.

Martin saw that hungry almost ravenous look in her eyes, as he nodded his agreement to her question, “I knew that night Cindy, and then you stamped it on my heart graduation day when you told me how special I had been. You weren’t lying to me, then or now, I can see it in your eyes”

The joy and desire that he could see in her face built to a tidal wave of passion in her eyes, “Before we make a scene, take me to your room,” she moaned into his ear.

Holding her to him so she could gently continue her ministrations, he made his way to a ladder, both of them showed obvious frustration at having to separate to leave the pool. Cindy, now dripping wet, moved towards her towel and robe in the same unhurried sensual saunter, she had 10 or 12 pairs of eyes glued to her as she made her way across the cement. 

Martin heard a low grown from behind him, as a two college aged guys both went blind with lust, as he got out of the pool one of them said, “Some guys get all the luck.” He purposely walked up to Cindy his heart brimming with a pride he’d never before experienced, took her in his arms and kissed her. Cindy just moaned out her response as she lifted one leg in reaction to his kiss, rubbing it on the outside of his leg, “Hurry! Please!” 

They left the pool and went into the special elevator reserved for the VIP’s, as the door opened on the penthouse level, they crossed the dozen or so paces to his room in a dance of arms, legs, lips and giggles.

Martin looked at Cindy as the door slammed shut behind them, “I’m too hot, too turned on, I wanted to overwhelm your senses with what I learned, to make love to you totally, mind, body, heart, and soul. I can’t just take you, that is not what I want to do.”

Cindy was awash in emotions so deep they scared her, “ Take me now please ‘Daddy,’” Her head was cast slightly down and she rolled her eyes up at him as she dropped her robe, a coy smile pursed on her lips, “show me tonight what delights you have found for me, right now just claim me please.”

Cindy opened Martin’s robe, he let it fall from him, slowly as if in a dream he reached out and untied her top and peeled the wet fabric off her lightly tanned breasts. Martin stared at her, he didn’t know, didn’t care, if it was the slight chill in the air or her desire for him caused her obvious state of arousal, but it brought back the memories of five years earlier. 

“Do I still look the same?” She tentatively asked as she cupped her breasts for him to see.

“No,” Martin replied, watching as a hurt look crossed her face, “Much better.” He bent over and took first one nipple the other into his mouth for a kiss and roll on his tongue. ‘Oh, he thought she still tastes so wonderful.’

When he bent to kiss her breasts, Cindy almost swooned, a low “Oh yes,” escaped her lips in a hiss.

She hooked her thumbs inside Martin’s swimsuit, pulling them out and down in much the same manner that she has removed his underpants that night, he sprung free and up for her to take hold of as she stood up, then pulled herself to him with her free arm. 

She squealed with delight as Martin lifted her up and skinned off her swimsuit bottom, sending it flying across the room.

She looked at Martin, “Now I know why Seth is always reduced to giggles and laughter when I do the skin the bunny trick to him. It tickles.”

Martin had a glint in his eye that told Cindy he was ready, as he responded in kind with, “Tickle, you haven’t seen tickle yet.” With that, he freed himself from her hold and repositioned her, cradling her in his arms. “Let me show you tickle after I scratch an itch.” 

Carrying her to the awaiting king size bed, Martin gently laid her head on the pillows and body towards one side of the mattress. He bent down and kissed her deeply then told her to wait just a second as he quickly “moved” everything else that had been lying on the bed onto the floor…with one push.

He climbed on the bed from the other side and reached for her, which seemed to trigger the almost animal like instincts and lusts they were both trying to restrain until mutually ready. Martin pulled Cindy to him wrapping his arm around her back as he supported his upper torso with his other elbow. She reached down with her hand and captured him between her legs, then guided him to the place that held her most unfettered feminine desires. 

“Martin, I want this more than you could ever possibly imagine. Please be gentle it’s been a long time, I’m yours as I should have been five years ago.”

Martin’s mind was trying to hold back the urge to be a rutting bull elk; instead, he leaned forward and kissed Cindy on the lips then whispered, “I will be gentle.” 

He moved slowly, agonizingly slowly as he entered her. Her obvious arousal welcomed him with a wet tightness unlike anything he had experienced with anyone else. Her body accepted his member without reservation feeling both pleasure and pain from the effect of his penetration as she let out a soft moan. Martin moved slowly allowing Cindy to reawaken, to respond to her body and her deprived feelings of acceptance and love by a man. 

Cindy moved in rhythm with his body as he gently and carefully increased his tempo and deepened his thrusts, both moving in time as a well-oiled machine. As they approached a quickening, almost frenzied intensification to their lovemaking, Cindy’s body arched, as the passion that had been building in her body reached its zenith. She screamed out “Oh God, yes, I’m Cumming Martin, yes baby yes, I’m cummmiiinnggg!” her body shaking and pulsating simultaneously, as the concentric waves of her orgasm flowed over her body engulfing her in absolute delight. 

Moments later Martin let out a low guttural moan, as his baby juice exploded deep into his lover’s body, she felt the boiling hot explosion of his seed deep inside her canal, thus consummating his love for Cindy. 

As Martin laid his head on Cindy’s chest to cuddle her, she wrapped her legs around his waist and held him in her arms in the afterglow of their passion. Sometime later Martin realized that Cindy was playing with the curls in his hair, taking locks, and twirling them around her fingers ever so gently and contently. He looked up and rolled over on his side slightly, bringing her with him and allowing them to face one another. 

Cindy scolded him. “You didn’t have to move, you were fine there. It felt good to have you cuddle me, I didn’t realize how much I really wanted that.”

“I’m not a lightweight Cindy, I didn’t want to hurt you, and if this is any indication of how our relationship is going to progress, I’m not only in big trouble, but you are going to be one well cuddled woman.”

“Why are you in big trouble?”

“Because you are going to drain me and I can’t get enough of you as it is.” 

She just giggled.

Glancing at the clock on the stand next to the bed, Cindy reminded Martin of their plans. “Hey, lover we have to be at the picnic in an hour, how ‘bout a shower?”

Martin looked at Cindy with tears in his eyes. “I need to tell you something…”

Cindy put her index finger on his lips. “Shh, I already know. Just give me time and wait for me. I’m scared, this is all, so fast and so new to me, not the physical intimacy, but the emotional intimacy. I love the way you make me feel, I want more, just…. wait.”

Martin nodded yes. 

They showered and changed, Martin into shirts, shorts, and sandals, Cindy into a denim jumper with a white tee shirt. He came up behind Cindy as she slipped on her shoes, putting his arms around her waist; he bent down placing his head on her shoulder, whispered in her ear. “Thank you for waiting and giving me a chance.”

Cindy leaned back into him and simply replied, “You have no idea how safe, and comfortable I feel in your arms, thanks for coming back.”

They both grabbed what they needed for the picnic and headed for Martin’s rental car. He put down the ragtop, as she threw their stuff in the backseat and they took off to see what was in store for them at the park. Martin looked over at his passenger smiling as her hair blew in a carefree and wild manner, catching the wind, and whipping it around towards her face. She reached up and brushed it behind her ears only to have it move again showing a sparkle in her eye and for the first time since he had been back, she looked as if the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders. 

The picnic was an enjoyable event; the weather was perfect, blue skies, on a warm not uncomfortable day, Martin and Cindy walked arm and arm from one table to another saying hello and getting to know people most for the first time. 

Becky Prisome provided the excitement for the afternoon as she suddenly shrieked, “Oh my god, my water just broke!” One of the alumni, who was an RN assessed the situation and told Becky’s husband they should probably leave for the hospital since Becky was starting to contract regularly now.

The afternoon had been so much fun for both Martin and Cindy mostly because they were with one another, the party was gradually dissipating Martin asked if Cindy would like to go to dinner somewhere, since neither of them had done much more than nibble at the picnic. 

Martin excused himself and went to the restroom, he finished his business, came out looking for Cindy he saw her standing in front of the three nasty cheerleaders from last night. She suddenly turned, her hand covering her face obviously crying, two of the three girls were laughing while making fun of her as she moved away from them. Cindy felt his arms around her; she snuggled into the comfort and protection of his love and allowed him to chase away the demons. It didn’t take her long to calm down, “I should have known better, Martin, I was just hoping.”

Martin said, “Stay here for a moment, I’ve got something to say to the wicked step sisters.” 

He broke from Cindy heading towards the three girls; she grabbed him by the arm. “Martin please it not worth it.”

Smiling he looked at her, “I love you Cindy, I realized last night that I have for a long time. I will not allow, anyone, even those three pinheads to insult or hurt you without a challenge, this happy horseshit stops here!” The look in his eyes told her, the discussion was over.

Martin walked over to the three women who didn’t even give him a second look, he moved into their line of sight and screamed there names, that got their attention, then he unleashed.

“Rebecca,” he looked at the tallest, most athletic looking girl, who had long jet black hair, “Trina,” glaring at the only girl with glasses, her short red hair almost had a life of it’s own, “Elizabeth,” staring at the smallest of the group who had obvious oriental heritage. “This crap stops now, you either get over it and get on with life or make up, you all know people in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones ladies.” 

He leaned forward and whispered something to ‘Becca’ the woman’s face went ashen, she sputtered, “How did you know that?” 

Martin continued to whisper, she stood in a defiant look, screeching,” You wouldn’t dare?”

Martin answered in a calm steady voice, “Try me!”

Becca, suddenly shrunk into herself, her demeanor announced her defeat.

Martin turned to the second girl, got very close to her, his head movement identified he was speaking to her, she let out a startled cry, “Please no!” 

Martin whispered something else; she nodded her head, then turned collected her belongings, and walked off in the direction of the parking lot.

Elizabeth watched as Martin came close, you could see by the expression on her face she was terrified, before he could speak, she ran past him into Cindy’s arms crying. Martin turned his attention back to Becca and said, “It would be best for you to leave, nobody here wants to talk to you, just remember what I said,” 

Rebecca looked around, no one cared in the least what she had been in high school, and no one liked what she had become since. She was horrified by what she saw in the mirror that Martin’s comments had revealed to her, turning quickly, she grabbed her stuff and fled. Martin watched Cindy as she took Elizabeth to a secluded picnic table not far from the parking lot, the two women were obviously crying. Martin sighed, Elizabeth was the only one of the three he had any hope Cindy could recover as a friend, she always seemed to follow what the other two said or did, even in this foolishness. 

As he sat down at a table close to the two girls, he looked around there were not many people who had witnessed the encounter. He would never tell Cindy what he knew; back in high school, being invisible did have its advantages. Like when you walked up behind the two cheerleaders and overheard Rebecca, or Becca as she was called, explain to Trina, in hushed excited tones, how excited she was that she and her brother had recently become lovers. Then, went on to thank Trina for sharing him and herself with Becca that Sunday two weeks ago, wanting to know if they could get together for another threesome this week when Becca’s big brother got home from the University. 

Trina responded, explaining she was so groggy, it seemed she had been pregnant. Upon hearing that news, both of her lover’s, one a high profile coach had paid for an abortion a few days ago and the medication she was on still had her out of it. However, Trina had made it clear that as soon as she could they would share a little cock and pussy with each other. Martin had carried those revelations locked in his mind, baring any foolishness both of their secrets would be re-locked away for good. He knew his mom and dad’s lifestyle were embarrassment enough for him, he wasn’t sure he could reveal anything that upsetting about another person, he just wanted the crap with Cindy to stop. He hoped that breaking up the group would accomplish that goal. 

His mind went to Cindy and to Seth, things were going to be so different for him now; he liked how his future looked.

Later when they were driving to the restaurant, Cindy explained the talk she and Elizabeth had, it was possible they would be able to begin to develop a friendship. Cindy got quiet and asked, “Martin what did you say to Rebecca and Trina today?”

He responded, “ There are some things that I can’t reveal to you completely, what I know or don’t know about them will have to be mine to carry until I die or both of them die. Let me say I told them, ‘people with skeleton’s in their closets should keep those closets locked.’” He sighed and looked at her while they were waiting at a stoplight, “ Please promise me you won’t try to get me to tell you any more, it’s important to me to just let it die, they are both living with a heavy load, don’t make it any worse.”

Cindy shook her head, “You have my word.”

She smiled, “New subject, you know you’re just blowing me away don’t you?”

“Huh?” came a confused reply.

“You really are in love with me. I mean you really, really do love me.”

Shaking his head and smiling he responded, “Yes, I knew when I woke up this morning just why I could never get you out of my mind after all this time. I was in love with you, not with the snob cheerleader, but with the girl I saw for a couple of hours that night, as well as the woman and mother you have become.” 

“Thank you, Martin, where we going to eat at?” 

“Macaroni Grill, ever been there?”

“No, but I‘ve wanted to try it.”

The meal was great, the company tantalizing as they ate in secluded comfort.

Returning to the hotel, Martin walked Cindy to the elevators, once inside he kissed her, breaking away for a moment, he asked her, “I don’t want to sound presumptuous, but I would really like you to spend the night with me, I would like you to make love with me again.”

“I was already planning on both to occur.” She blushed. “I need to check on Seth first, Okay.”

“Absolutely, use the room phone and give your parents the direct line number.”

She kissed his cheek, and then made her call. While she was on the phone, Martin prepared the bedroom; he had Cindy prepare herself in the second bedroom and when she was ready to knock on the master bedroom door. Fifteen minutes later Cindy knocked on the bedroom door, she appeared wearing the light blue baby doll pajamas, with the French cut bottoms and that fit just so perfectly on her. Her breasts, which were still rather perky for having had a child and held her top up, like a half shirt giving just a hint of the delights it covered so tantalizingly. The deep blue sheer cape she wore over the top made it look like she was wearing a see through dress with little to nothing on underneath. Cindy had thought about what she would wear for him if she ever had the chance again, and had teased herself in the mirror or her bedroom many times, since she had found out about the impending reunion. 

Taking a few deep breaths she tried to get herself under control, shivering in anticipation, she knocked on the door. Looking down one last time, she felt then saw her nipples harden and announce their presence through the layers of fabric, she blushed in spit of herself.

She was startled and jumped a bit when Martin’s muffled voice said, “Please close your eyes and keep them closed until I say.”

Half smiling she closed her eyes as he requested and said, “Yes Martin, they are closed.”

She heard the doors open and felt a light wispy touch on both her hands, “Open your hands and take hold of the scarf that is touching them,” his mouth was very close to her ear in away that allowed his very sexy breath to move lightly across her ear and face. It felt like she had been kissed by the wind, her body shivered in delight. Closing her hand on the scarf or scarves he moved her in slow deliberate circles forward and back in and out, to the left then the right even twirling her at some point. The music in this very sensual garden was some of her favorite “Romantic Melodies” by Mannheim Steamroller, it’s slow rhythmic touches on her mind brought her fully into his presence and allowed her to leave the everyday world totally behind.




Of Reunions and Life Ch. 02



She shuddered as her body forced an involuntary exhale as she desperately tried to regain her focus and take control of the situation. What was that she thought as just a hint of Jasmine wafted by her nose, “Martin is that Jasmine I smell.”

“Yes,” came a low moan, from beside her, which made her jump again the scarves kept her from knowing where he was at any given moment.

“How did you know how much I loved that scent?” she questioned.

“I asked your mother this morning when you were busy with Seth.” 

“Smart man,” she smiled.

“You look so beautiful, so sexy and utterly delicious tonight Cindy,” he said as he gently blew inside her right ear to punctuate the comment.

Cindy blushed, and choked out, “thank you.” 

“Now don’t move stand with your arms out in front of you, feet shoulder length apart. Cindy did as he asked, she felt the scarves drape over her wrists and fall loosely towards the floor. 

“Oh,” she let out a cry of surprise, something was moving up her leg. Soft and ever so light it both irritated and teased as goose bumps suddenly moved up her body she wanted to quickly rub her arms and body to diffuse the chill of the response but couldn’t bring herself to drop the scarves for some stupid reason. As the unknown antagonist moved up and down her legs and around the bottom edge of her ass she suddenly realized just how wet she had become as a dull ache in the very depths of her womb began to burn for relief. 

The object moved to the her bare portion of her arms and hands the sheer bliss of this very erotic movement surprised her as the shivers of anticipated ecstasy began to dominate her senses. Her head moved in perfect unison to the touch of the invader as it moved up her neck and across her face, she began to crave it’s tender ministrations. Then as suddenly as it had appeared it stopped a low whimper of disapproval escaped her lips. “My God Martin what was that it was incredible?”

“Do you trust me,” came a low whisper, from directly in font of her.

Cindy thought for a few seconds then, took a deep breath and answered, “Yes.”

“Spread your arms to your sides after you remove your cape,” Cindy did as requested.

“Ok now fall backwards.” 

Cindy realized she had no idea exactly where she was, in the suite. “Can I open my eyes first?”

“If you have to yes, but I really wish you wouldn’t,” the voice had a flat tone and Cindy couldn’t tell anything listening to it.

Taking a deep breath, she fell backwards and landed on the bed.

She felt him move to the bed next to her as a thrill of understanding raced through her mind and body, he said, “Cindy open your eyes please,” she did and found him looking into her eyes. “I love you and I will never purposely do anything to hurt you, ever.”

She threw her arms around him, “ I know that now, Martin.” Cindy smiled and in that moment, she understood just how deep her emotional attachments were to him, and she wanted to explore more.

Martin had Cindy join him in the middle of the bed; he sat with his legs spread and had her sit between his legs facing him with her legs over the top of his. He began to touch her, his fingers moved ever so lightly across her face touching and moving in a circular motion, then in long strokes, followed by scraping his nails gently over the area and start again, in a different order. He moved down her body touching her arms, torso and legs, but purposely avoiding anything considered overtly sexual. From her head to her feet then back up again, he moved his hands gently, she was almost quivering at his touch her body was tremulous now, agonizing over the exquisite sensual torture. She was on fire as he lifted her top up over head she moved her arms to aid him, taking her in his arms he began to kiss her, small little pecks all over her face occasionally brushing her lips, as her breasts moved across his bare chest, exciting her nipples to full attention. 

“What did you just do to me, Martin,” she asked breathlessly her mind swimming from his very smell now; she truly enjoyed how he smelled.

He whispered, “effleurage, my love effleurage, the art of touching, so to speak.”

“You can do it anytime, I ‘m… “ She grabbed him and pressed her delicious mouth onto Martin’s. He felt her tongue probe deep into his mouth, responding in kind. Now lost in her heat Martin moved his hands up and down her back as he drank in all the passion and sweetness her lips and mouth could provide. 

Her soft moaning and mewling drove him to taste of this woman fully and freely. She fought his tongue, and licked his face, then began licking and kissing her way to the side of his face. Martin gave himself over to her desires and moaned loudly as her gifted tongue first found then plunged deep into his ear. Martin’s needs became more intense as she found his first of many weak spots, filing the information away for future use, she continued to nibble, suck, and lick, first one ear then the other. 

Martin broke free of her grip a wild lust gripping his body; he moved her back and began worshiping her beautiful breasts. Cindy’s head rolled back as each nipple in turn; as he continually danced his tongue in ever tightening circles until she felt her, uterine muscles begin to contract as her body began to build up towards her now inevitable climax. Eliciting a groan of pleasure, Martin gently blew across each small tight bud, the coolness of his breath on her already damp nipples, caused them to tighten even more. She put her hands behind his head and pulled him to her in and unspoken demand to suck on her now inflamed areolas and nipples. 

Her head began moving side to side and her body shook as she indulged herself in the pleasure his mouth was affording her, as he suckled her, “God yes, baby just like that, I love it.”

Martin for his part was in heaven as she responded to his loving, breaking off and leaning her all the way down on the bed he sat up then pulled her small panties off as he extends her legs up wards. 

Her whimpers of excitement growing louder as soon as she understood where he was going next, holding her legs above him, he moved himself to her side removing his own silk shorts thus freeing his now enraged manhood. Her body’s special perfume permeated the air and filled his nostrils, telling him without a doubt that she was ready and willing, driving him almost blind with passion. 

Martin’s mind flooded with desire as he kissed his way from Cindy’s mouth down over her breasts, inching down her firm tight stomach to her waiting womanhood. Kissing the engorged outer lips, he greedily tasted her juices that had suddenly saturated her cropped pubic area, he moved down and around the opening to her most secret parts.

She mewled as she felt his hot mouth close over her hot dripping pussy and his tongue slid into and around her opening, she arched her back as he continued to push inside her now aching pussy deeper and deeper. 

She barley heard herself groan out, “Yes no one has ever… oh god Martin, yes deeper eat my pussy baby, make me cum.” Her mind reeling, as he moved away from her now sopping wet canal and began kissing and licking up her legs, she was amazed at how he methodically and slowly moved down the inside of one thigh and then the other. She almost screamed out in wild desire when he licked the back of her knees, her movements became more frantic as he continued his enticement; he was driving her absolutely crazy. The mix of emotions inside her rolled like waves hitting the beach, ebbing and flowing, as waves hitting the sand, almost as if she were about to be carried away in his tidal current. Incapable of doing anything except lay on her back and moan and cry out for release, she gave herself over to her lover for the first time in her life.

Euphoric at her response Martin kissed his way back up her thighs he suddenly stopped at her outer lips. Gently parting them, he suddenly thrust his tongue into her opening again, now covered with her juices letting him know she was ready for him. 

“Mar…oh, please, please, I can’t take this much longer,” she moaned, moving her legs up and spreading them wider allowing her hips to rise so she could accommodate him with what ever it was he was going to do, she didn’t want him to stop.

Taking his cue from her response Martin quickly and purposely flicked his tongue over the tip of her clitoris as it peeked out from under its hood. Simultaneously he pushed two fingers deep into her hot waiting canal, her muscles urged his fingers to push in further, faster, as she started to thrust against them. Quickly moving his tongue back to the tip of her clitoris, he continued his flicking like motions, alternating between a lapping, and circular, pattern while licking and sucking her juices. Cindy pulled her legs back and opened them wider as she thrust her hips up and into his face. Her legs were shaking violently now as she held her breath, she saw the multicolored lights flashing in her mind as she crested the wave of her orgasm.

Cindy screamed, “Oh gawd, Martin don’t stoppp...now, Yes! Yes! I’m cumming, Oh dear god I’m cummm…” her voice fell off into a low guttural moan, She could feel the contractions deep inside her womb as everything seemed to just throb with pleasure, her whole universe was now focused on that throb, as it expanded through her body in concentric waves. 

Martin rode Cindy’s first orgasm as her hips thrust upwards and her legs suddenly clamped down around his head, he sucked her clit into his mouth and felt the contractions as they vibrate across his lips. He waited for her body to relax and her legs to release their grip then he began to suckle her clit as he slowly ran the tip of his tongue over the hyper sensitive bud. It only took a few moments for her body to respond as he was suddenly greeted with a second flood of juices and a scissor lock on his head, she was crying out “God Yes…so good… Martin please stop, please no more,” as she grabbed his head and attempted to push it away from her now painful button. Reeling from the second orgasm, she went limp as she lay in her post orgasmic fog, her mind floating on the waves of some great ocean of pure bliss. 

Martin pulled back and sat on his knees, he checked to see if she had taken his ears off, nope still intact. Cindy looked up and between her still partially bent legs. She seemed to be in a dazed fog but she could see that Martin’s face was dripping from the bath it had just received from the gush of her juices. Dropping her head down she closed her eyes and moaned.

Martin smiled as he crawled up and over her, positioning himself between her legs his cock resting on her now swollen and engorged lips. He teased her with the head of his cock as he ran it up and down her slit, to coat it with her lubricant, making her moan again when it brushed over her inflamed sensitive clitoris. 

Cindy struggled through her fog and realized what was yet to come, she willed her legs up and locked them at her ankles around his mid back. She waited for Martin to enter her and he responded tenderly, moving the tip and head of his cock into her aching canal moving ever so slightly as the walls of her pussy grudgingly gave was and stretched to allow him access to more and more of her womanly delights. Waiting momentarily when he finally slid completely inside her, he allowed Cindy to elongate to accommodate him. 

Only after she whispered, “it’s OK,” did he slowly start to move back and forth, gradually building up speed, making sure he buried himself with each downward thrust. He realized Cindy was moaning again and meeting his rhythm with each stroke.

“Hmm, yea, that’s nice, right there, come to mama,” Cindy groaned. 

Martin began to thrust and stroke in earnest, completely pleasuring the one woman in his whole world that he solely desired to please. Cindy began to respond to the increasing speed and friction of his strokes by matching each of his with a thrust of her own hips, her body moved of it’s own volition trying to adjust to allow Martin to give her the greatest stimulation possible. Soon they were lost, moving in the frantic rhythm of lovers in heat, her almost animal lust driving her on, as she gave herself over to her desire, she began to feel her tension begin to build again.

He plunged into her depths and began to quicken his pace loosing himself completely to the feel of her wonderfully tight, wet, hot, well muscled sheath as it moved around his cock and the ecstasy he derived from it. Thoughts of anything else around him blurred as his one all consuming desire took over total control. He felt his body preparing to empty itself into this woman, and he began to buck and thrust in an almost maniac motion. Over and over, he pounded deep into her body and she began to shake, her moans of pleasure and words of encouragement now exploded as he barely heard her scream, “Yes Martin Yes, again, baby deeper Oh god, I’m cummming againnn!” 

He pounded, into her depths and held his breath as his body tightened, deeper and deeper he drove, and he moaned out, “Cindy, here I cummm!” His body stiffened as he pumped his baby juice deep into Cindy’s body, stroking to try to force as much of his sperm past her cervix and as far into her womb as he could. He continued pumping for some time after he emptied himself into her, milking the marvelous sensations pulsing through his shaft and radiating from the helmet of his now expended cock. 

Bringing his knees up under him so not to allow his full weight to fall on Cindy, Martin laid his head on Cindy’s chest and just held her; he had done it he had given her almost everything he had. Well he still had a couple surprises for other days, but she had responded to him, she had enjoyed what he had done; she had given herself to him.

Martin felt Cindy’s chest rise and fall she was asleep in his arms, as he drifted off he knew the last ghost of his past, self worth had been beaten. If he could be worth something to Cindy, as a friend, lover, and father of their baby, he knew he would be fine. He whispered, “I really do love you Cindy Le Smythe,” then passed out. 

It was early Monday morning, Martin woke up refreshed, and happy, Cindy cuddled into his side, one arm, and one leg over his body, her head nuzzled into the crook of his arm. He had his right arm holding her body and his left hand holding hers. He could tell from the sunlight on the wall it was about six o’clock. He thought about the last few days, his friends from college were right, the ghosts were exorcised and now he could get on with his life, moving his head to look at Cindy, he was amazed he had a chance to win the girl in his arms. A song came to mind ‘A one in a million chance of a lifetime,” he smiled as he whispered, “You are so beautiful, so much the woman I have dreamed of sharing my life with.” 

Cindy surprised him and said, “Thank you, I think your real handsome too.”

“Hi, lover.”

“I have never had anyone touch me in places, like you did last night, you filled me up in ways I didn’t know about. My heart, mind and body are just singing this morning, a girl could get used to waking up next to you…I could get used to it, and I think I would like to get used to it.”

“It’s too early to focus that far in the future Cindy, but my goal is to get you into my life and keep you there the rest of our lives, as my mate.”

“Just keep up the assault on my heart, you're doing fine and I’m ready for more of you, stud.”

The morning seemed to slow down to a crawl, as Cindy incited the next round of lovemaking, the lovebirds said their good mornings, and then showered together, before going to pick up Seth for breakfast. Cindy had her mom set up the DNA screen for that afternoon, as the three of them took time to get to know each other, all day long. Which became the pattern for the whole week, long romantic, erotic nights spent in each others arms as the passion they felt for each other was satiated, waking up in each others arms, then the whole day as a family. 

When Martin finally left to go back on Saturday he and Cindy had worked out a schedule of visits for the remainder of summer and through the Christmas holidays. By the second week in July, the DNA test was back and as Cindy had believed Martin had been confirmed 99.9% as Seth’s father. The next weekend, Martin flew in for his bi-weekly visit; both he and Cindy told her parents and Seth who immediately took to calling Martin, Daddy. 

Cindy surprised Martin on Christmas Eve by telling him when she got him under the mistletoe that she was now sure she had fallen in love with him. The next afternoon, while Grandma, Grandpa, and Seth took a nap, Martin returned the surprise. He asked Cindy to marry him, presenting her with a special ruby and diamond engagement ring, while sitting under the Christmas tree. It only took Cindy about an hour to get control of her emotions enough to answer, “Yes!” 

They settled on a June wedding, after the honeymoon she would move out to Seattle with him. Cindy flew out to see him for the first time in Seattle the following February. After they had retrieved her bags, he went to retrieve his car; as she stood on the curb, she spotted a sports car coming towards her. It stopped in front of her and the doors opened straight up over the car. Cindy moved back a few paces as she stared at her dream car, a Lamborghini Diablo, she heard her name, and “Cindy, aren’t you going to get in.” 

“Martin!” She cried out, “When did you get this?”

Giggling, he said, “Before the reunion, this is just one of the things you needed to know about, I couldn’t tell you everything about me. A few good surprises are always a plus for the relationship.”

She smiled, “I’m glad you like surprises, Daddy, cause I’ve got a big one.”

He got out and came over to kiss her, “Save it till we get home, okay? Want to drive?”

“Oh Yes!” Came an excited squeal. Martin grabbed her two suitcases, threw them in the trunk, and got in the passenger seat. He explained the difference in the handling of the Diablo compared to other cars, and then gave her the keys. “Watch out this car is a cop magnet, okay.”

“Gotcha,” She smiled, “Let’s go see my new home.” 

Her smile lit up his whole universe, as she ensured they both buckled themselves in, then pulled out into traffic and rapidly accelerated. 

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