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One Last Time

By: lvs2lck



Natalie and I began dating in 7th grade and had been almost exclusive with each other until we married at 20. Eight and a half mostly good years later we were separated and about to be divorced. We had some of the best sex of our relationship during this period. This is one of those encounters.

Natalie and I were both 29, she was an even 5 feet tall, with an ass that drove me crazy and small breasts, just the way I like them. I am 5' 8" and average build.

The night began at our company's Christmas party, we had worked together virtually the entire time we were together. We didn't want to make our co-workers uncomfortable so we agreed to go dateless to the party. We danced, had a few drinks, socialized and had a really good time.

Natalie had begun sharing a house with two other girls when we separated, one of whom also worked with us. When the time for the party to end came, many of us were not ready to call it a night. Natalie and I decided to go back to her house and from the way she was acting I was pretty certain things were going to get more fun.

We began some pretty heavy kissing and groping in the parking lot before heading to her house. Once we were together again in her house we were right back at it. We didn't make it to her bedroom before I had her nylons and panties off on the stairs and my face buried in her sweet pussy.

My favorite part of sex has always been foreplay, and licking pussy and ass are right at the top of the list. I had her juices flowing really strong as I licked her, probing my tongue deep into her ass and licking her right up to her clit. Then suddenly, we heard her housemates coming home.

We quickly decided to head back to my (our) house to finish business. I grabbed her panties off the stairs, putting them in my pocket and headed out the door while she smoothed out her dress and told her friends she was leaving.

Natalie entered what had been our bedroom where I was waiting for her and did a nice little striptease for me before joining me in bed. I had decided to kink things up a little and had stripped down but had put her silk panties on for her while I waited.

Natalies reaction to seeing me in her panties was worth the risk...she attacked my cock with her mouth, starting first by gently working on my cock outside the panties, and then pulling me out and swallowing me whole.

I had leaked a lot of precome through the silk and her saliva had made them wetter still. My cock was poking over the waistband with the rest bunched up under my balls giving me a nice silky massage as she sucked on me.

I let her suck on me awhile since she had already had one orgasm and with the beers I had at the party I thought I could last a little longer than normal. Natalie had always loved to suck on my cock and this night she was giving it her best.

One of the things that had always been disappointing to me during our relationship was she would never let me come in her mouth.

I was ready to fuck from all the great sucking she was giving me and told her so. Natalie climbed up my body and impaled herself on my cock in one quick hard stoke. I stroked her nipples and squeezed her ass as she bounced up and down on my cock.

My balls were beginng to tighten and I knew my time was coming so I slowed her down a bit and asked her if she wanted to try something new. She was so hot at that point I think she would have tried anything.

I told her to fuck me as hard as she wanted and get me to blow my load. Up and down she slammed her ass and squeezed her pussy around my cock until I just started to pump my come into her wet pussy.

As soon as I felt my last spasm in my balls I pulled her off my cock and spun her around into a 69. Natalie slammed her pussy down on my mouth, cum oozing from her and I attacked with my tongue. She in turn went to work on my cock, sucking me down to my balls.

I ate her messy pussy, licking and sucking up all of my come as she came herself, all over my face and tongue, covering me in her hot juice. She continued to clean my cock so I moved up to her ass and rimmed her, making her slick enough to slip in a finger up to my knuckle.

In all the time we were married I had never had 2 orgasms in one session before this night. After cumming in my face again with my finger in her ass she had had enough and climbed off my face but continued to suck my cock. Natalie must have sensed I was close to another orgasm though because she stopped and lay on her back.

She asked me to jerk off and come all over her tits, which had always been her favorite place for me to orgasm. Normally she would rub the hot cream into her skin when I was done. This night was different, she said since I seemed to like cleaning out my come from her pussy I should clean up her tits with my tongue.

I pumped my fist up and down my cock, slick with her saliva until I began to shoot off onto her nipples and belly. I bent over and began to lick up my mess eating some but saving most to share with her when I reached up and kissed her hard and long enough to know she had swallowed what I gave her.

After that we decided to settle down and spend the night together. In the morning Natalie got dressed and headed back to her house, but I was left with great memories of this night and others we spent together.

One Last Time



As the sunset of the beach in Wikki, Savannah and Marcus walked to their favorite Restaurant and sat at the same table, In a cozy corner next to the fireplace. Nearby, a trio performed a Spanish "Bolere." A small candle illuminated the table, covered with a silk cloth embroidered with Mexican adornments, where they sat to savor the, Complimentary tortilla chips, Salsa and they order frozen Margaritas.

"You haven't changed a bit, " Marcus said to Savannah.

"But, You Have. You've grown to become a very handsome man.

I bet women loose their heads over you." Savannah Said.

" Look around," Marcus replied. "Everyone's eyes are focused on you." (Marcus Smiled as Savannah was blushing)

"Is there a special lady in your?" Savannah asked Marcus.

"No, not yet. I've been involved in romantic relationships in the past, but none ever materialized," Marcus added.

As they talked, They gazed intensely at each other's eyes.....

......... Two decades earlier, Savannah and Marcus lived across the street from each other in Hawai'i. Marcus loved Savannah sexy, seductive voice. Savannah was the covetousness of women who emulated her looks--the lustful fantasies of the men who yearned for, but couldn't have Savannah. Savannah's Long hair, gorgeous body, Hazel eyes, and tanned skin, soft and delicate as a rose petals, made Savannah a goddess of desire.

Back then Savannah was 35, divorced, and a daughter.

Marcus was only 19! Marcus's childhood crush with Savannah 

ended after she married a Diplomat and left for Paris where her husband was appointed to an embassy post. Marcus moved from Hawai'i to the beaches of Cheyenne where Marcus moved and lived in different city until setting in Huntington beach. Marcus never forgot Savannah, and often wondered what her reaction would have been had Marcus declared his puppy love for her...

"I needed a vacation, so I came to Huntington beach, " Savannah Said. "My husband died recently and, after our friend Michael told me that you lived here, I decided that I wanted to see you. I glad that we're having dinner tonight,"

Savannah added.

Savannah amazed me. After all these years, she remained a sexie, feminine woman who still walked with the same grace and sensuality as she did twenty years ago when she was a young, single mother. "I'm honored with your company," Marcus told her.

Savannah didn't say a word, she just smiled. The trio then started playing "Sabor A., MI," a Spanish tune that gets lovers in the mood for romance. "I'd like to dance," Savannah said.

They got up from there table, Walked to the dance floor and started dancing, keeping a normal distance between their bodies.

Marcus ogled at the beauty of her eyes as Savannah peered at he's lips. Savannah then placed her on Marcus's right shoulder.

Suddenly, he felt her lips--soft, moist, like a flower wet with morning dew -- caressing and kissing his neck. Savannah pecks sent waves of chills across his body. Marcus moved his head back and looked into Savannah's eyes, by now wild with desire. 

Savannah's mouth, half open, hungered for mine.

They lounged forward, and their lips interlocked with the ferocious intensity of a volcano erupting after years of dormancy. 

"Let's Go! Savannah commanded.

They canceled their meal, left the restaurant and, by the time they reached his apartment, they were ripping off each others clothes like two hungry hyenas dismembering their kill. They slipped into bed and made love all night.

The first Sudan rays of the new day filtered through Marc bedroom window as they held each other's naked bodies.

They lit up a cigarette and drank some Champaign.

" I always knew," Savannah said.

"knew what?" Marcus said.

"As a child, you desired me. I want you to know that I also longed for you."

For a short moment, Marcus fondness for her turned to hate and, in a fit of anger, Marcus reproached Savannah silence. "All those years wanting your love, and you didn't even have the honesty to share your feelings with me!" Marcus Yelled. "How could you---" You were only a child!" Our relationship then, would have been wrong, immoral. I had to wait for you to become the man who to night's make love to me like no other man ever has.

I even married someone I didn't love just to get away from you, knowing that you'd soon be too irresistible for me. 

I've suffered a lot, " Savannah screamed!!

Marcus felt the warmth of her tears dampening on his bare chest as Savannah cried inconsolably. "I'm sorry," Marcus said, begging her forgiveness, realizing the pain Savannah endured while waiting for the right moment to consummate her dreams. They embraced and made love one more time. One last time!

Later, that morning, Marcus drove Savannah to the air so Savannah could catch her flight back to Hawai'i. After a passionate, farewell kiss, Savannah boarded the sliver bird which soon took off into the blue sky, Marcus never saw Savannah again. Marcus met someone else, got married, and started a family. Savannah in return, was fortunate to enjoy the reverence of becoming a grandmother several times.

Last year, their friend Michael wrote Marcus a letter telling him that Savannah had died after suffering a stroke. She still lived in the same apartment complex where they met. In his letter, Michael wrote that "moments before dying, Savannah looked toward her bedroom window, the one facing your old apartment, Savannah smiled, and blew a kiss."

Michael didn't know why, and he never will. As an eternal tribute to a special part of Marcus past, That'll be a secret that Savannah and him will share forever. In the epilogue of her humanity, Savannah proved that true feelings never die.

Savannah was there for Marcus one more time, One last time!!



One Last Time



I'd gone with a group of girlfriends to the grand opening of a lounge a group of college classmates were opening downtown, and I was thrilled. It had been nearly six months since I'd had a legitimate night on the town, and I was going to live it up. I bought the perfect little black dress, with the sexiest red suede, peep-toe pumps to go with it. The short halter dress was tight on my frame; even though I was 5'6," 135 pounds and confident that I looked great in it, I knew it left nothing to the imagination. The red pumps were definitely not my normal style, but I knew they would look great when contrasted against my chocolate brown skin. I went all out because these were a group of people I worked closely with on music throughout the city. Eye candy was a good sign for their new spot, and I figured it wouldn't hurt to get dolled up with my girls and have fun. They had worked so hard and so long to put the project together, and now that it was finally opening night, we were going to get it in.

We all met up at the lounge and mingled while the rest of guests showed up. We were enjoying the limited open bar, when I saw my ex-boyfriend walk in. Drew was a self-proclaimed homebody like me, so I was shocked he came out for this. I was more shocked, however, by how attracted I still was to him. He had on the usual outfit of baggy dark blue jeans, a burgundy Ecko track jacket, and matching custom Nike Dunks. He always looked so good in shades of red, I thought to myself. It was the one color I always loved him in that shade because it blended so well with his medium-brown skin tone. He had a quiet confidence to him and moved through the crowd, mingling with ease. You would never guess that he preferred an evening at home instead being in a crowded venue. I figured this was a strategic move on the part of his management -- he had a new album coming out that summer and I'd heard about him being on the scene more that spring. Everyone flocked to him, giving him props for his single that had leaked the week before. I however, only hoped he wouldn't see me, and if he did, wouldn't speak to me. I also noticed he didn't have his girlfriend in tow, the one he'd broken up with me to reconcile with. 

I tried not to watch as he strode up to the bar and ordered his signature Hennessy and Coke. Instead, I turned back to my friends, giving them the eye, knowing they'd seen him come in and knew I'd want them to play interference if he tried to speak. After a few moments of forced conversation, everything started to liven up as the DJ started his party set. We made our way to the dance floor to take advantage of our early arrival. I easily disappeared into the sea of faces and felt relieved to be away from Drew. I really wasn't prepared for my lingering attraction to him. If I could make it through a few more hours without having to see or speak to him again, I'd be just fine. After about 30 minutes of dancing, the floor was packed; while I was having a good time dancing with random guys, I needed a break and figured I'd break the seal after the two drinks I'd had. 

I looked around, plotting my escape, and in the midst of turning, I noticed Drew was still at the bar, but he was looking right at me. I looked away quickly to avoid eye contact, but it was too late. He'd had the same look he used to get when we hadn't had sex in a while -- right before he dragged me to his bed to make up for lost time. I tried to go back to dancing, but I found myself turning around again, only to see him still watching me.

Out of nowhere, memories of how he felt inside me came flooding back. I visualized the way his large hands used to wrap around my neck while he plunged his entire dick into me from behind. And I pictured how erotic his facial expressions were when I used to ride him on his living room couch. Finally, I remembered his size; he was so big for someone of such thin stature. I had to get out of there. I just wanted to be alone to catch my breath and get my head straight, but my body needed him. I wanted him inside me; I didn't need the intimacy or embrace -- I just wanted to fuck him one last time. 

Before I did anything I'd regret, I walked off the dance floor and toward the back of the lounge. I knew from the tour I'd gone on earlier that there was a secluded hallway near the delivery area. I wandered the hallways and found the hallway I was looking for and quickly ducked into it. I pulled my phone out and sent a quick text message letting my girls know I just needed a breather and would return soon. As soon as I put my phone back into my wristlet, Drew walked into the hallway and stopped across from me. He stood there arrogantly, smirking at me with his hands in the pockets of his oversized track jacket. I crossed my arms across my chest, subconsciously aware that it probably accentuated my 36C breasts, and looked him up and down. I tried to muster up enough anger to make him leave -- even though I knew I wanted whatever time I'd have with him in that hallway to last forever.

"What's hap'nin, baby?" he said in a feigned southern drawl, as he stepped closer to me. We had always joked about my undercover love for men with southern, country accents. He was great at imitating different dialects and whenever he said that phrase, my panties were sure to drop. As he got closer, I could smell an intoxicating mix of his cologne of choice, Curve Crush, and the drinks he'd had. I assumed that he'd had more than a few because he had the same far-off look I recognized from when he was either high or drunk.

I swallowed hard and replied with an attitude, "I'm cool. Did you follow me back here for a reason?" 

He stepped closer and told me "Probably the same reason you came back here in the first place."

I scrunched my face up, insulted that he thought it had anything to do with him. "I came back here to be alone. I don't know why you're even speaking to me. I'm sure your girl wouldn't approve," hinting at why we didn't stay in contact with each other after the break-up.

He returned my rudeness, saying, "Yeah, I guess you worked up a sweat grindin on all those random niggas on the dance floor." I detected more than a bit of jealousy in his voice and decided to test him.

"And? That has nothing to do with you ..." I trailed off.

"Fuck that," he retorted, as he slowly looked me up and down. "You lookin kinda right in that dress. Your ass is thicker than I remembered." As he said this, he stepped up to me, pinning me against the wall; my arms fell to my side as he did, and I lightly gripped his waist to balance myself. He wrapped his hands around me, with one hand squeezing my ass and the other caressing my right thigh. He moved so quickly that it caught me off guard and I was slow to react. By the time I registered what was happening, he'd already managed to slide his hand further up my thigh and under my dress to cup my ass. He was bound to find out what I didn't want anyone to know. I'd gone without panties to avoid lines in the dress and right now he had me dripping wet. I could feel the moisture starting to ooze out of me and knew it was only a matter of time before he did, too. I turned my head slightly to avoid eye contact with him as he had a field day with my body.

By now he'd managed to slide the dress up to my waist, and was running the fingers of his right hand around my thigh up to my pussy. He lightly slid his fingers along my lips and brought it up to his mouth to taste. "Your pussy is still as sweet as I remember. Why you gotta let them other dudes press up on my shit?"

"It's not yours anymore. You made it clear you didn't want this," I hissed back at him as his fingers probed my slit and spread my juices around my clit. 

He plunged two fingers inside me, saying "If it's not, then why are you so wet? You know nobody else can fuck you like I can. You told me that yourself. Or don't you remember?" I could only muster a whimper as I panted at the sensations his fingers caused inside me. He whispered into my ear, "Don't you remember how I had you spread open while I fucked you deep? Or how wet you always get for this dick? I told you it was like a fucking puddle. Even now you're soaking wet." 

I was on the verge of cumming by then. As he stopped talking, he pulled his fingers out of me and left me wanting more. Before I could object, he had his jeans open and his dick out. It was rock hard and seemed even bigger than I remembered. He quickly coated it with the juices on his fingers before he roughly raised my right thigh around his waist and pushed all the way into me. I quickly buried my face in his neck while he pulled almost his entire 9-inch dick out of me and pushed all the way back in. I brought one of my hands around to grip his neck while I inhaled his scent. The combination of his stroke and his body scent was making me light-headed. As much as I wanted it to be over, I needed it to continue. At the moment, the only thing I could think about was the feeling of him filling my pussy.

I tried to stifle my moans because I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he still affected me so much. In return, he whispered into my ear a mix of dirty talk and sweet nothings. His stroke slowed and deepened as he told me "You know this is mine. Nobody will ever fuck this tight pussy like this dick can." As he said this, I felt my orgasm coming on strong and fast. I wanted to keep myself in check so bad, but I couldn't. I reached down and pulled his hand to my throat. We made momentary eye contact and both knew what I needed. He caressed my neck at first, stroking it up and down with his thumb. But then he gripped it, holding my face toward his. As he tightened his grip, he quickened his stroke. I sensed him leaning in for a kiss, and tried to turn my head to avoid it, but this made him squeeze even harder as he forced his mouth on mine. His thick, soft lips felt better than I imagined and I involuntarily parted my lips. I could taste the Hennessey on his breath, but welcomed the remnants of the liquor as he probed my mouth with his tongue. The sensation of his quick, rough thrusts, choking and kissing pushed me over the edge in no time at all. I let out a loud moan as I started spasming on his dick. He continued to fuck me until I felt my juices drip down my thighs, the whole time keeping my mouth locked onto his. 

The moisture from my orgasm pushed him closer to his own, something I came to learn from exaggerated strokes. With each stroke, he pulled out until just the tip was inside me, and then pounded back in. I could only hold on to him ... it was all in his hands now. He started whispering into my ear again, saying "I knew I could still make you cum for me. Make it tight for me. You hear how juicy this shit is? Baby I wanna cum in you NOW!" 

I clenched my pussy on his dick as he said this, and sucked lightly on his tongue while I caressed his neck. I don't know if it was because it had been so long since I'd had sex or if he was just more swollen than usual, he was deeper inside me than I'd ever felt. His breath started to shorten and I knew he was at the edge of cumming, and I begged him to pull out of me. He'd never cum inside me when we were together, and while I didn't worry about getting pregnant, he didn't deserve the right to such an intimate end. I wanted him to pull out of me, but my words were falling on deaf ears. "Pull out. Please come anywhere else," I pleaded with him. 

Almost as soon as the words left my mouth, he slammed into me and stilled himself. I cursed myself internally for not pushing him off of me then, but instantly, a part of me wanted him to get the pleasure of it. This was my last chance to show him what he was missing and I wanted him to remember it would be a hell of a lot. I could feel his hot seed spurt into me as he pulled me closer onto his dick by my ass. He planted light kisses on my neck that made my stomach flutter. Months earlier, that would have been the start of round two, but now it only reminded me that he'd discarded me for his ex without thinking twice about my feelings. I felt my chest tighten and tears form, so I pried myself out of his arms and felt him ease out of me. The suddenly emptiness was heart wrenching, and a single tear fell before I could wipe it away. I leaned sideways against the wall as I struggled to regain my balance, looking at him as he leaned against the wall with his head on his outstretched arms.

I came down off the high of my orgasm quickly and reality came crashing down around me. I got what I thought I wanted, but realized that it destroyed all of the effort I'd put into getting "over" him the past few months. While he caught his breath, I pulled my dress back down and teased my hair, preparing to leave. Before I walked away, I turned to him one last time. "This shit never happened. I am not and will never be yours again. You left me with my heart hanging out, now I'm leaving you with your dick hanging out. Don't tell anyone about this, and don't ever speak to me again. Fuck you Drew."

And then I walked away on my own terms. 



One Last Time



BEWARE -- this story may make you cry! My ever helpful editor, Hatsuda, suggested that this is a story of pathos, and I think he's right. Further, there is only one erotic episode in this story, although I believe it is important to the story as a whole.

Anyway, try it and see—and I will appreciate any feedback you may care to give.

I held her hand as she died.

I felt the slightest twitch from Stella's fine, fragile hand, and saw a faint smile as she turned her head towards me. She closed her eyes, gave a deep sigh and stopped. On the other side of the bed, her daughter, Carrie, sat with her head bowed to her chest with tears flooding down her face. I kissed Stella's silent mouth lightly in a final gesture of farewell and left the room, followed by Carrie. A nurse showed us to a quiet room and we sat looking at each other, memories flooding back, becoming almost tangible between us, but neither of us seeming to want to break the silence.

"It was only after mum told me all the details of your relationship that I agreed to contact you," Carrie told me eventually.

"Surely it would have been easier for her to get a nurse or a social worker to make the contact?" I observed.

Carrie smiled, a rather watery smile, "I think she was trying to get me to reconcile with you. She knew how I felt about you, and she didn't want it continuing after she died. Underneath all her fierce determination, mum had a very soft spot for the people she cared about."

I knew this to be true, and my mind went back to that evening six weeks ago. I was relaxing after a hard day's work; I was a clinical psychologist and the clients that day had been particularly tough. Around 6.30 pm, the phone rang and I swore mildly before answering with my number as I always did.

A quiet voice that I somehow felt I ought to recognise asked, "Peter Craven?" "That's me," I replied. "Peter, this is Carrie Temple, formerly Carrie Hemmingway."

I was astonished; this was probably the last person on god's green earth who I would have expected to hear from. "Uh well, hi Carrie, how are you?" I managed to ask. "And how's your mum?"

"I'm coping, I guess," she replied with a tight voice, "but mum ... ," she sobbed and my heart tightened inside me.

"Carrie, what's happened," I asked, my voice betraying my fear.

"Peter, I really don't want to talk about this on the phone—could we meet somewhere?"

"Sure, Carrie—if you think you can trust me, you could come round to my place." I gave her my address.

Carrie hesitated briefly, then said, "Yes, I guess that will be okay—I'm actually quite close, so I'll be there in about fifteen minutes."

Shortly after this, the doorbell rang, and I invited Carrie in. She had changed quite a lot over the past twenty years. She'd put on weight in all the wrong places, her hair was pulled back in an untidy ponytail and her finger nails were bitten to the quick. She looked the epitome of a harassed, defeated housewife.

"Thank you, Peter," she said as I offered her a drink, "white wine if I could, please." She settled into a lounge chair and I waited for the news that I secretly dreaded. And dreadful it was.

"Mum has been diagnosed with an incurable and rapidly spreading cancer," she eventually gasped, throwing the words out as if she needed to get rid of them, as if they were some form of curse. "When she was first diagnosed that rat Eddie walked out on her saying he wouldn't be able to care for her. Not that he ever had cared, really," she reflected. "When it was obvious that there wouldn't be a cure, and the doctors were evasive about how long she might live, mum became adamant that she wanted to see you again."

Carrie paused then continued, "Peter, I owe you a huge apology. I'd hated you ever since I can remember, first because I believed that you broke up my parents' marriage, then I assumed that you had walked out on mum. It's only been over the last few weeks that mum has managed to persuade me about the truth. Anyway, she was desperate for me to contact you. I objected strongly at first," Carrie looked at me with a cautious expression on her face, but I didn't bite and she continued, "then we made a deal. I would contact you if she told me the whole story, warts and all, about your relationship. She did and I did."

"I'm so glad, Carrie", I replied. "I can guess how hard it must have been for you to contact me and I don't like the idea of anyone hating me. I suppose your mum told you that I was just the catalyst for the marriage breakdown; the seeds had been there for a long time. As to walking out on her, well, yes, I guess I did, but it was the result of a monumental row after we jointly decided that we couldn't continue our relationship. We discovered that, no matter how much we loved each other we just couldn't live together."

I returned to an earlier theme. "Carrie, you must be completely devastated. I know how close you have been to your mum. How are you managing to cope?" My professional training started to kick in but I resisted the temptation to go into full psychologist mode.

"Only just, Peter; I know she doesn't have too much longer—six weeks seems to be the maximum estimate but it could be less."

"SIX WEEKS," I shouted, regretting my outburst as soon as it was out seeing the pain in Carrie's eyes. "I'm so sorry, Carrie, I was just astonished at how little time there is left. When can I see her ... please?" I begged.

"Mum hoped that you would be prepared to see her again after all this time, but I'd better warn you, the disease and the treatment have knocked her around quite badly. She won't be the same person you used to know." Carrie warned.

"Mmm, I actually think she will—the externals may be different but I doubt whether her spirit will have dimmed," I was more hopeful than convincing.

"Okay, Peter, she's at the Central Palliative Care Unit in town. I'm there every day, and mum is usually at her best just after lunch. If you could call in tomorrow around, say, 2.00 pm, I think she'd be happy to see you."

At two o'clock on the dot the following day, Carrie took me into Stella's room. She was asleep as I walked in and Carrie put her fingers to her lips and turned, indicating that we should leave. However, I walked to Stella's bedside and looked down at the woman I had loved so passionately twenty years ago.

Carrie was right. Stella had shrunk, her skin looked fine and fragile and she had lost a great deal of weight, the bones showing through her hands, and probably other parts of her body. Her head was covered in a scarf, the legacy of hair loss through chemotherapy. I bent and kissed her forehead as lightly as I could, but she woke from her sleep.

"Boy?" she queried after opening her eyes; her pet name for me as I was seven years younger than her. "Oh my god, I thought I was dreaming. You're really here, it's really you?"

"Yes, Stella, I'm really here, thanks to Carrie's generosity and powers of persuasion. Now what on earth have you been doing to yourself?"

"Well, I managed to develop a very aggressive, very fast moving form of cancer, and I'm afraid it will kill me within a few weeks. When I heard about it, and particularly after Eddie abandoned me, I knew I needed to see you again. I had a bit of a battle to persuade Carrie to contact you, but I told her our sad story and she agreed to do so. Now here you are," and she favoured me with a brilliant smile.

"Oh Stella ...," I started, but my voice choked up and I was unable to go any further.

Stella looked at me with an expression of great love and compassion and whispered, "Come here, you silly boy and let me comfort you." So saying, she pulled my hands down causing me to bend forward so that my head nestled into her shoulder.

She stroked my hair and made soothing noises until I straightened up saying, "My darling Stella, I'm the one that should be comforting you, not the other way round."

"You just being here is comfort enough for me, Peter. It's my last wish come true."

Carrie had been silent this whole time, but when I looked at her I could see tears streaming down her face. "Poor Carrie," Stella whispered, "this is so much harder for her than it is for me. Peter," she continued, her voice now firm but insistent, "please don't reject Carrie. She needs all the support she can get, and I'm afraid her husband, Benny is rather a weak reed."

"Stella, I can imagine how hard it must have been for her to approach me in the first place. I don't bear her any malice at all, and I will do anything I can to help her," I reassured her.

"Thank you my darling Boy," she smiled, and beckoning me to her, gave me a soft but very sweet kiss.

"Stella, I don't want to cause you too much stress—it must have been a big shock for you to see me standing there, totally unexpectedly."

"Yes, but it was a lovely shock; I hadn't expected it, just hoped with all my heart that it might happen," she smiled again.

"Okay, my beautiful Stella, I shall visit you every day; I think we have a lot to talk about, and I have some things I want to say to you, all of them, I hope, will be gentle and loving."

I bent and kissed Stella once again, then turned and left so that she couldn't see the tears in my eyes.

I settled into a pattern of regular daily visits, somewhat neglecting my practice, but that was the least of my worries. I could see that the disease was taking its toll on Stella's limited reserves of strength and resilience, and one day after about two weeks of visits, she said to me, "Peter, can you call in tomorrow around two o'clock. Carrie won't be here; I've managed to persuade her to let me spend some time alone with you, although I think she will still worry about me. Is that alright with you, my dear?"

"It's more than alright, Stella, I don't know how I will get through those hours before I see you again."

"Silly boy," she teased, but again gave me her brilliant smile that seemed to compress all her love and tenderness into that one gesture.

I arrived at precisely two o'clock as summoned. Stella was sitting up in her bed, dressed in a lacy bedjacket with what looked like a silky slip underneath. She had put on light but effective makeup; lipstick, light eye shadow and some moisturiser. She had painted her nails the same colour that she always wore when we were together.

"Well, hi handsome," she greeted me, "what brings you here?"

"Listen, you cheeky wench, I'm here at your command, ready to do all or any of your bidding," I batted her mischief back to her.

Stella couldn't maintain her badinage, however, and tears gathered in her eyes. "Oh god, Peter, Boy, please, my darling, love me. Love me like you used to; love me just one last time. Please!"

"Stella, my dear, sweet, wonderful, gorgeous Stella—are you absolutely sure? I don't want to hurt you or make your situation worse than it already is."

"Peter," she was firm and quite certain. "You couldn't damage me any more than I've already been damaged. Of course, if my condition repels you, I quite understand, and ..."

"No, Stella, no, no, no," I was equally firm. "Repulsion is the last thing on my mind, and if you don't believe me ...," and with that I swept my hand up and removed the scarf from her head.

Stella was startled; "No, Peter, please ...," she begged, but I bent and kissed the top of her head, powdered with the lightest dusting of hair regrowing after the chemotherapy.

"Right at the moment I can't think of anything I want more than to make love to you. I just want to be sure that you won't be harmed; after all, as I remember, we used to get quite enthusiastic." I stated my case with a conviction based firmly on the truth.

"Mmm, I want you, too—so much that it almost hurts. Only now, please be gentle with me, my love and I'm sure we can find a special place for both of us to treasure for ever." Once again her tone changed, now back to playful. "So stop dithering, Boy and get your clothes off. I want to see what I've been missing for the past twenty years!"

"Your wish is my command, mistress," I joked and in no time at all I was in front of her clothed in nothing but a wide grin."

"Mmm yes, very impressive equipment, even for an old man! Now come closer, I want to make a proper inspection."

"An improper inspection, you mean don't you, you wanton hussy?" I laughed as I went to stand by her bedside.

Stella giggled. "Yes, of course, Boy." And she reached out and took my cock in her hand. She was soft and warm in spite of seeming to be so fragile, and she stroked me into the beginnings of a very functional erection.

"Mmm, ooh Peter, kiss me," she murmured, and I sat on one hip on the bed and held her with my arms around her slim shoulders. I kissed her, running my tongue along her lips and gently pushing into her mouth as she opened it. Our kiss was long and sweet and tender, and Stella hummed and made soft mewling noises as we embraced.

We broke the kiss at last, and I looked at Stella and was mildly surprised to see mischief in her eyes, the sort of mischief that had used to make my heart do cartwheels.

"Now kiss me again, Boy," she demanded and I moved back towards her. "No, not there," she giggled, "Kiss my pussy."

"Your body may be betraying you, but inside you're still the same hot-blooded little minx that I've always loved." I countered.

"You know your problem, Boy," she tried to sound stern but failed conspicuously, "You talk too much. Oh, and by the way, I hope you've got some protection—I wouldn't want you to get me pregnant!" Stella giggled, and then continued, "Now are you going to kiss my poor neglected pussy or do I have to get rough with you?"

I laughed out loud, but replied as I had before, "Your wish is my command, mistress." I threw back the covers and she spread her legs as wide as she comfortably could. I scooted down the bed and worked my way up bearing all my weight on my elbows. I was soon in position and my tongue stroked lightly over her sex, now with only the "peach fuzz" regrowth.

Using plenty of saliva, I worked my tongue between her outer lips and penetrated a short distance into her pussy. Stella gasped and whimpered as I moved up and down deliberately avoiding her clit. I held her hips in my hands and then with absolute gentleness, started nibbling on her clit.

This had an immediate effect on Stella. She writhed and cried, "Oh god, Oh Peter, Oh Boy, don't stop, this is so good, please, more, ... so wonderful ... so beautiful. I didn't think I'd ever ... Ooh, ooh, ooh, Peter I don't think I can take too much more of this bliss, and I so want you to love me. Please, my love, please make love to me."

"Hold me and tell me if I'm ready, you temptress," I laughed, "but are you sure you are lubricated enough?"

Stella laughed in reply. "Doesn't matter. I blackmailed one of my favourite nurses to get this," and she produced a large tube of KY jelly from under her pillow.

"Okay," I said, "I think side by side is the safest way," and I laid down beside her, lifting one of her legs over mine. Then, to enhance her excitement, I slid one hand up under her slip feeling for her breast. The disease had caused her body to become emaciated. Her breast had shrunk, but the nipple, although small, was quite hard. I pinched it gently and Stella squealed and kissed me, murmuring, "Oh yes, Boy, just right. I'd forgotten how good that feels. Mmm do it some more," which I did, getting the same response.

Then she gasped and told me, "That is so good, but what I really need is to feel you inside me. Please, darling, don't make me wait any longer."

I worked a liberal amount of KY into her pussy and onto my cock. "Ready, lover?" I enquired, and was rewarded by a long drawn out hum of desire and longing.

I positioned my now rigid cock at her entrance, pushing forward, gently at first. There was some resistance but I didn't want to hurt her, so I took it very slowly in spite of a gathering desire to plunge into her beautiful body that I had enjoyed so much all those years ago.

"Now listen, Boy, I may be sick, even sick unto death, but I won't break. Do me like you used to and make me happier than I ever thought I'd feel again."

I took Stella at her word, and pushing harder, slid firmly but slowly into her, until she was full of me. She clearly thought this was wonderful as she cried out in her ecstasy, moaning, whimpering and demanding.

"Fuck me, Boy, fuck me and make me scream. Give me your seed as a parting gift. Make me cum, you beautiful man. Oh god, I want you so much—I love you so much."

She moved beside me, seeming to force me even deeper into her and I could feel her silky muscles gripping me lightly as I slid in and out. While those muscles were quite weak, her enthusiasm and the satiny heat easily made up for that. I continued feeding myself into her as my own orgasm rose inside me, an indescribable blend of excitement, sensory overload and pure, unadulterated lust.

Stella's cries of passion rose in a crescendo ending in a wailing scream as she clasped my back, digging her nails into me with surprising strength. Eros must have been watching over us for we came together in blissful orgasms. We both stayed holding each other and whispering words of love until my spent cock exited Stella's body.

"One more thing, please my darling Boy, but you will have to help me," she begged.

"Anything, sweet Stella," I replied.

"Just scoot up so that I can clean you with my tongue," she was quite positive, and I did as she asked. Stella's soft, rather hesitant tongue worked its way up and down and around me, until I knew what I needed to do. I moved down again and kissed her, my mouth open and my tongue searching for hers as we shared our combined juices in a KY cocktail.

"Oh Peter, Peter, my darling, oh god that was the best ever. You are a magician; I've been dreaming about this for so long but I feared it would never happen. Thank you so much, my love."

"Stella," I started but then hesitated. "Stella, there are no words to describe how I feel right now. 'I love you' will have to suffice, but I want to wrap you in my love and hold it to me for the rest of my life. You may have to leave me physically, but you will never leave my heart."

She looked at me with tears in her eyes, but her expression changed and she seemed to withdraw from our togetherness.

"Peter, darling, I am so tired. That little workout has drained me and I must sleep."

"Oh Stella, I am so sorry; if I'd known that you would react that way, I would never ...," I started, but a little of her fire returned.

"No, Boy, I wanted you, I needed you and you were wonderful. I would never have missed this and I don't care about any aftermath."

"Are you sure, sweetheart?" I was still unconvinced, but she smiled a sleepy smile. "Go home and dream of me and know that I will be dreaming of you."

I kissed her once and left, walking on air, knowing that this had repaired the damage done over the past twenty years.

I visited Stella every day after our coming together, but she was often sleeping and our conversations such as they were, were usually quite desultory. This pattern continued for around two weeks, then one day I entered her room to find Stella sitting in her lounge chair, something I hadn't seen before.

"Hi sweetheart," I enthused, "so you're able to get around a bit, now?"

Stella looked at me with determination blended with strain. "Almost, Boy, but I needed to talk to you, and I wanted to do it face-to-face."

"Mmm, tell you what—can you stand by yourself?" I asked.

"Yes, I think so, but what did you have in mind?"

"Let me sit there, then you can sit on my lap and cuddle up to me and whisper sweet nothings in my ear," I suggested.

"Oh yes, that would be wonderful," Stella replied, and in a short time she was snuggling her head into my shoulder.




One Last Time



"Peter, I need to tell you this—it is so important to me. When the cancer diagnosis was confirmed and it became obvious that I wouldn't survive, I became terrified of dying, absolutely petrified. I was having horrifying visions of the angel of death coming for me and dragging me, screaming, into oblivion."

"Oh Stella, my darling, how were you able to deal with that?"

"I wasn't, and it was getting worse," she replied. "Then I became desperate and hoped against hope that you might be prepared to see me and perhaps offer a little comfort. I hoped that you hadn't completely forsaken me after all this time. Then I woke up and saw you standing there and I could hardly contain myself."

"Yes, and instead of being strong for you, I broke down," I became self-critical.

"No, Peter that actually made things better. You could show that you were vulnerable but not run away from me. That gave me hope. Then you visited me every day, and I know you sacrificed your practice for me."

I started to reply, but she put her finger against my mouth. "Shh, let me finish," and I did.

"With the knowledge that you cared, I started to come to terms with the inevitable; I've been able to accept what can't be changed and I became able to deal with my limited future. Now I know I can go without the fear and horror, knowing that I am loved without reservation. Yes, I know about Carrie, but she is my daughter and we have strong family bonds. But you have come to me without hesitation. You never reproached me about the past or tried to justify yourself, and then, against all the odds, you were prepared to love me."

"It was simpler that that, my love," I responded, "I just wanted you, like I always wanted you. Yes, your body had changed, but you were still the Stella that I knew and loved. Nothing was ever going to change that."

"Oh, Boy, I love you so much. Please, my darling, please don't forget me."

"Stella, that will never happen—I've never forgotten you these past twenty years, and I'm not going to start now. Yes, change will happen, but your memory will stay in my heart until that, too, stops. Let me tell you something I sometimes tell my clients. You can't forget and shouldn't try. What you can do is to wrap those memories in tissue paper and store them in the back corner of the bottom drawer. They're always there and sometimes you can take them out and look at them. Life must go on and I will know that I am cured when I can remember but don't have to re-live—all the pain, sadness, hurt, sense of loss and grief around losing you."

"Peter," she said, and there was laughter in her voice, "don't grieve for me for too long. Then you need to find yourself a nice nubile girl who will adore you and give you lots of babies."

"Mmm, I'm not sure about that, but who knows, it is just possible that I could eventually find someone who might just about come within a hundred miles of you, but it will be a long, hard search."

Stella laughed, but it was clear that she was becoming quite weak, so I stood with her in my arms and settled her into her bed. "Thank you, my love," she whispered and was almost instantly asleep.

I left quietly, and returned next day, but Stella was soundly asleep. Then on the third day I had the phone call I had been dreading. Carrie rang me early, around 8.00 am just as I'd finished breakfast. "Peter, you'd better come quickly," her voice trembled through her tears. "The doctor says she has only a few hours left."

I made a rushed call to my receptionist to cancel all my appointments and left for the palliative care centre, arriving about an hour later. The nurse spoke to me as I rushed towards Stella's room. "Dr Craven, I'm afraid Stella has only a short time left. Her breathing is erratic," "Cheyne-Stokes?" I asked. "Yes," she confirmed. "Her blood pressure is down, she is taking no food or water, her hands are very cold and there is cyanosis in her hands and feet. She will be able to hear almost until the end, though, so keep talking to her."

"Thank you, Robyn," I just managed and went into Stella's room. Carrie was already there with tears trickling down her face. I sat next to Stella and took her cold hand in mine. That seemed to waken her very briefly as she whispered, "Boy," and I talked to her, telling her how much I loved her and that Carrie and I would be here for as long as necessary. I was rewarded with a smile, but in the event we did not have long to wait before Stella finally left us.

Reliving that moment brought me back to the quiet room, Carrie watching me with a resigned look on her face.

"Well, Carrie, it's all over now and we'll need to move on as best we can," I eventually conceded.

Carrie nodded her head then seemed to pull herself together. "One last thing, Peter. Mum made me promise to give you these," and reaching into her bag, she pulled out an envelope and a small wrapped box. The envelope was clearly a letter and opening it, I saw Stella's handwriting, now weak and rather spidery, but still quite legible.

"My darling Boy

I have been so blessed by your being here with me at the last, something I had only dreamed about before you arrived that day. I can't find the words to tell you how much that has meant to me. My pride and stubbornness prevented me from seeking to reconcile with you before—and, dare I say it, perhaps there was a little of that in you. Suffice it to say, I settled for second best and now bitterly regret having done so. What I will never regret and have never regretted is the love we shared for those two precious years.

I have found myself again in the warmth of your love and when you held me and loved me, I could easily have left then on a cloud of passion and joy to float into the next life—whatever that may be. Please, darling, remember me fondly, as I am sure you will, and smile to yourself when you do so; and I am equally sure about that. I have been able to draw strength from you to help me through the last painful days, and that is a gift without price, without measure, and words cannot tell you how special this has been and how wonderful you are.

In closing, my love, I can't do better than Mary Frye's lovely words:

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die.

All I now have to leave you is my undying love for ever.

Yours always

Stella

PS I'm sure you will know what to do with the contents of the box.

PPS Please be kind to Carrie—she has been my rock for the past few difficult months, especially as you have now relinquished any animosity towards her.

PPPS (this next was written in even more fragile script that was quite difficult to decipher). After our little talk today, I had to add that you have saved me. Not my body for that has finally betrayed me. You have saved my soul with your unconditional love and that will carry me forward across the threshold.

Love always

S.

I sighed as tears started in my eyes. Carrie looked at me inquisitively and I handed her the letter without comment. She read through it then asked me, "Peter, would you be offended if I asked you for a copy of this?"

"Of course not," I replied. "We could ask the ever helpful Robyn if she could arrange a photocopy," which we did and it was done.

"Peter, I know it's none of my business, but please tell me what is in the box?"

I smiled and tore the wrapping off to reveal a small velvet covered case. I opened it and was almost struck dumb. "OH ... MY ... GOD!" I exclaimed with some force, and a tsunami of emotions and memories almost drowned me.

Looking over my shoulder, Carrie said, "That's an engagement ring, isn't it?"

"Oh yes, Carrie, that's an engagement ring, and, to my shame, I'd quite forgotten about it; in any case, I thought it was lost."

"But, ..., but, ..., but," she stammered.

I looked closely at Carrie but she was clearly confused. "Stella never told you, did she?"

"Told me what?" the confusion was still evident.

"Your mum and I were engaged to be married. I proposed about six weeks before the fateful Christmas, and we bought the ring together. This ring. We didn't tell anyone else although Stella always wore it when we were alone together. We'd been planning to tell the whole family at the big Christmas celebration that year, then two weeks before Christmas we broke up in that amazing confrontation. We had been living together for a while, but it had become evident that at that level we were too incompatible. I think we both fooled ourselves into believing that marriage would sort out the problems. When we jointly realised that it wouldn't, there was a monumental argument. Stella flung the ring at me and I stormed out. We did meet once more about two months later, but the wounds were unhealed, and it was an uncomfortable experience for both of us. That was the last time I saw Stella until a few weeks ago, although I did pick up the odd snippet around the tracks; I had heard about her relationship with Eddie but nothing really concrete—until you rang me."

"I see", Carrie was non-committal; I think she was very surprised by this revelation, although it could have little meaning for her now. "So what will you do about the ring?"

At this point I felt a strange sensation, almost like a tickle in my mind, and I knew without a doubt what should be done. "Carrie," I asked, "Are you arranging the funeral?" She nodded her head. "Then would you please arrange with the funeral director for this ring to be put on the third finger of her left hand before the burial?"

"Oh Peter, that is so beautiful," Carrie sighed. "Of course I will; that is the perfect way to resolve it."

The funeral was a few days later, and I had a call from Carrie asking me to be at the funeral home half an hour before the service started. I was curious, but arrived at the appointed time. Carrie gave me an unusually welcoming smile and took me to where Stella's coffin sat waiting. It was open, and Carrie said to me, "Look, Peter, just as you asked," and true enough, Stella's engagement ring shone in the dim light, on the third finger of her left hand. I bent and kissed her cold forehead one last time and looked at Carrie.

"Thank you so much, my dear, but I did trust you absolutely."

"No, it wasn't that, Peter," she replied quietly, "I wanted you to see how it looked for your sake."

I couldn't answer; my voice was choked with tears, but I held her lightly in my arms and kissed her, which seemed to satisfy Carrie.

The service was simple but moving, conducted by a civil celebrant; Stella had never had any strong religious faith. The celebrant had obviously spent some time with Stella as she caught up with me after the service saying, "You must be Peter, or should I call you 'Boy'?"

"Peter will do fine; you obviously got to know Stella very well."

"Part of the job, really, but she was a special lady and she did love you very much. I think you were a very lucky man," she finished. I smiled and shook her hand, and we moved away when those who were going left for the burial.

This, too, was a simple ceremony, and I dropped one red rose onto the coffin as it was lowered. I was debating whether to go to the so-called "wake", but I decided that I couldn't face Stella's family. I had caught site of Eddie skulking in the background and I was afraid that I might be tempted to deck him. Then I reflected that if he hadn't abandoned Stella, I might never have got to see her again. Clouds and silver linings.

I decided that I couldn't face the blend of false bonhomie and crocodile tears that were sure to be involved in the family send off. I sought out Carrie and made my apologies; she smiled briefly and thanked me again for all I had done for her mother. I looked deep into her eyes, seeing the pain but also the sense of defeat that seemed to be her constant companion. "Carrie," I said, "Don't forget that if I can ever be of any help to you, you only have to ask. You've got my number?" She smiled, a rather worn smile; I kissed her cheek and left; I needed to be alone for just a little while.

Leaving the cemetery, I drove to one of my favourite beaches to watch the sun go down. As I walked idly along the shoreline, I could have sworn I heard Stella's voice whispering one of her favourite sayings in my ear, "Life is short. Break the rules, forgive quickly, kiss slowly, love truly, laugh uncontrollably, and never regret anything that makes you smile." It had to be my imagination of course—didn't it? It must also have been my imagination that I heard her warm, loving laughter, either that or it must have been the rippling and chuckling of the wavelets on the shore—mustn't it?

The sunset exploded in a glory of reds, oranges and yellows against a sky composed of infinite shades of blue. I smiled to myself and returned to the car.



One Last Time



"Cole hurry up!"

I rolled my eyes as my mother hollered from the kitchen. I was going as fast as I could but there was one last thing that I needed to do. I was dressed in a black suit with a grey tie. I looked good and could imagine myself in a few years going to work like this on a regular basis. For now this was a dress up day for me and tomorrow I'd be back in my jeans and sweatshirts.

"Yep Mom. Just want to check on Tiffany."

I grinned, as I knew my mom would be thinking sweet thoughts of what I was suggesting. I knew she'd be thinking that as the younger brother of the bride I'd want to say congrats and tell her how beautiful she was. Mom would not disturb us because she was so emotional today she could only imagine that we'd be chatting and reminiscing about our childhood. She could not be farther from the truth.

I entered Tiffany's room and locked the door. She was sitting at her desk putting on mascara. Her white panties cupped her round ass perfectly and the thigh highs were so sexy they were naughty.

"Fuck you are sexy sis!' I whistled as I undid my pants and walked towards her.

"Of course I am. Does mom know you're up here?"

"Yeah. I think she thinks I want to tell you how happy I am and remember our childhood."

We both burst out laughing.

I pulled out my cock and stroked it roughly. I barely had time to rub when she grabbed it and sucked it deep into her mouth. I threw my head back and moaned.

Her tongue stud rubbed the tip gently as her lips wrapped tighter around the base. My cock was completely in her mouth and all I could do was grip her hair. I was messing up her perfectly styled wedding up-do but I didn't care at all. I moved her mouth back and forth until I flooded her mouth with cum.

She swallowed twice then pulled back. I leaned down to kiss her then pulled away.

"You serious that this is our last time baby." Tiffany stood up and purred in my ear. I closed my eyes as she guided me to her bed. I could never say no to her but this was one time I had to be firm.

"Tiffany sweetie. Look at me. You're getting married today. We cannot do this anymore. Even though your pussy is so fucking tight and tasty it's not going to happen. The last thing we need is for me to knock you up again." "I know." She said quietly. Lying back on the bed she opened her legs and I slide my head between them. Her pussy was soaking wet and her white panties were already wet. Pulling them to the side I started licking. Her lips were smooth and I knew she had waxed specifically for tonight. Jon was going to be in for a special treat but I was going to enjoy it first.

I licked up and down and then spread open her lips to flick my tongue against her hard clit. She moaned and whimpered and I just kept going. My face was covered in her juices.

"I love you bro. So fucking much." Tiffany gripped my hair, making me move my face up and down her pussy. This was probably the roughest I had been with her and she was making me go harder.

I wrapped my arms tight around her hips and continued to lick and suck. Her juices flooded my mouth and I could feel the bed hitting the wall as she thrusted her hips up and down.

I clamped down on her clit and hummed. I knew this would push her over the edge and I heard her moan loudly. She bit down on her hand as her whole body shook.

I pulled away and sat up. My sister was lying back, trying to catch her breath. Her nipples were so hard and my face was covered in her sexy love juices. I licked my lips and smiled.

"Fuck me. Hard. Don't be fucking romantic right now. This is too hard as it is."

I looked at Tiffany and knew in that moment that even though we had never taken our love seriously she was upset about this. She would never make me do something I didn't want to do and I was adamant that I was not going to fuck her once she got married. It was one thing to fuck her the last three years while she dated him, but he wasn't going to be a home wrecker.

"Flip over sis."

I stroked my already hard cock and it slid easily into her pussy from behind. I started off slow but soon she was rocking back and meeting my thrusts. I closed my eyes and tried to remember how naughty this was. I was twenty-two. I wasn't supposed to be fucking my older sister on her wedding day. I was supposed to be out partying and enjoying life. Instead the last three years of my life had been spent worshiping the only girl that I would ever love.

I groaned as I felt her small fingers massaging my balls. She tugged them gently and pulled me deeper inside her pussy.

"Sis you do that again and I'll be cumming in your pussy."

"That's the point,' she said bluntly.

I stopped thrusting and looked into her eyes as she turned her head. I had only ever cum inside her once before and she had gotten pregnant that time. I knew I shouldn't but I was torn. This was going to be my last time inside my beautiful sexy sister. 

"Fuck it!" I hissed. I banged away at her for three more thrust and then exploded inside her. She wiggled her hips in circles as my cock swelled. I could feel every drop of cum land against the walls of her hot pussy. I had just cum minutes before but it felt like so much.

She lay flat on the bed, causing my cock to pull out of her pussy. I lay on top of her and kissed her neck.

"You will be a beautiful bride sis. I love you."

I slid off her and after zipping myself up I left her room. I didn't know that the moment I left she burst into tears and needed another twenty minutes to fix her make-up.

The wedding was beautiful and although my body was full of jealousy I was happy for her. I was thankful that the fall semester started two weeks after so I could immerse myself in my studies and not think about fucking my sister. It worked until Thanksgiving when she came home visibly pregnant. The moment we locked eyes she remembered how turned on I got last time she was pregnant. This was going to be a long weekend.



One Last Time



"It's no use Chad. We're stuck in this cave," Jessica said hopelessly. She didn't like being pessimistic but they had been in that cave for days, with no way of contacting the outside world. 

Chad ignored his wife and carefully continued to move fallen rocks from the cave entrance. He wasn't making much progress but he kept pushing himself because he was sick of Jessica's negative attitude towards any effort he made.

"Don't worry. I'll get us out of here," Chad said. His words were directed at his wife but he was also trying to convince himself. 

He knew that if he could get her out of that cave, she would have at least one positive thing to say about him, and that could possibly save their marriage from a messy divorce. 

Jessica was a bit of a control freak and being in a situation she couldn't fix, was really taking its toll on her. She kicked the wall and cursed herself for allowing her deadbeat husband to talk her into going on a "romantic" mountain getaway. The worst part was that even if they got out of that cave, they were still lost in wilderness. She should have known he was going to screw up again – like he always did. Fatigue had settled in and her frustration was bringing out her worst. 

"Thanks a fucking lot Chad! This is the most "romantic" getaway a woman could have!" she yelled spitefully. 

"For fucks sake Jessica...I said I was sorry. Shit," Chad said, angrily hurling a rock to the ground. He had lost count of how many times he had used the word sorry, only counting that day.

"Sorry this! Sorry that! You always have a bullshit excuse for everything! It's so pathetic!" Jessica shouted.

Chad was unemployed and had difficulty finding work in the previous month. He thought his luck had finally turned around when he landed a job as a supervisor, but weeks later, his company fell on hard times and were forced to retrench him. He had explained this to Jessica on numerous occasions but she wasn't the understanding type. 

"Well if you're so fucking perfect then why don't you get us out of here?" Chad taunted, pointing out how powerless she was. 

Jessica sat down to rest. "Go to hell Chad! I might not be able lift heavy rocks but least I have a full-time job," She said in a bitter tone.

"Your job won't mean shit if we die here!" he hissed turning around. He sighed realising that Jessica wasn't even listening to him anymore. "Fucking bitch," he cursed quietly. 

Before they were got married, Jessica used to be a fun loving person and most of all, a wild sex-kitten just begging to be tamed. Now she didn't even utter a purr. She constantly criticised his faults, and just getting her to make time for him was a feat in itself.

He had put all of his savings into arranging a romantic getaway as a way to save their marriage – and hopefully their sex life – but his good intentions backfired on him. The drive from the city started off with arguing. The arguing stopped when they arrived at the mountain lodge...and flared up again when they got lost on mountain. Then the weather took a turn for the worse and they were forced to take refuge in a cave – which is what landed them in their current predicament. 

Chad's muscles were tense and aching, his mountain gloves were covered in dust, his perspiration plastered his navy vest to his back, and his dark brown skin glistened like melting chocolate. 

Jessica was sleeping to conserve her energy when a loud rumble woke her up with start. Suddenly, the entrance caved in again! Rocks fell from the ceiling just above the entrance where Chad was! Her feet trembled as rocks crashed into the ground, spreading dust everywhere. 

"Chad? Chad!" Jessica screamed while trying to make her way through the dust. Her heart was racing with fear and the only thing she could think of was Chad's safety. She hated her husband but not enough to want him buried under a pile of rocks. The part her that still loved him was bursting out and she could feel tears forming when only her panicked voice echoed through the cave.

"Well there goes all my hard work...story of my fucking life," Chad said miserably as he looked at the massive boulders blocking the entrance. 

"Chad! Are you okay?" Jessica asked coughing. 

"Yeah I'm fine..." Chad's voice trailed off. His eyes avoided her gaze. Jessica was glad that he was unharmed but she could feel disappointment radiating off him. 

Chad felt worthless. He removed his sweat-soaked vest and threw it to the ground. He sat down, placed a hand on his forehead and waited for another condescending remark from Jessica. She surprised him when she sat down beside him and cupped his face lovingly. 

"It's okay Chad. You tried to your best," she said placing her hands on his bare chest. 

Jessica's face moved closer to his and her eyes closed slowly. The next thing he knew, they were kissing. He placed a hand on her waist and his fingers ran through her long black hair as their kissing became more passionate. Jessica broke away awkwardly when she felt his hands under the hem of her top. 

"What are you doing? We need to find another way out before –" Chad silenced her with another kiss and removed his belt. "I can't remember the last time we kissed like that. Let's just enjoy this moment while it lasts," he said grabbing her butt. 

"Chad!" Jessica protested. 

"Getting out of here can wait. I just wanna fuck you as hard as possible." He unbuttoned his pants and his erect cock sprang out from his boxers.

Jessica was puzzled at how her husband could be thinking about sex at such a time. 

"What's wrong with you? We're trapped in a cave. We don't have a clue where the hell we are. We're out of supplies and we're dead if this place caves in again. How on earth can you possibly be thinking of sex now?" She blurted out. 

"Because if this place does cave in, I don't want things to end like this between us. After everything we've been through together...I don't want us to spend our last moments wandering through this maze of a cave or arguing with each other for the umpteenth time," he said gazing into her amber eyes. 

Jessica could feel the tenderness in his voice melting her heart as she fought back her natural urge to argue. She let her emotions guide her instead of trying to be in control of the situation. Did she really want to spend her last moments arguing with her husband in the darkest parts of that cave? Was that really how she wanted things to end?

"One last time huh?" she said smiling, as she looked into Chad's sex-starved eyes. She pulled her top over her head and her breasts jiggled in a red sports bra that could barely contain them. She turned around so he could unhook her bra. 

She purred as his hands massaged her milky skin. Chad parted her legs apart with his foot and pressed his crotch against the back of her tight capri shorts. 

"God...I've wanted to fuck you since we got here," he said lustfully. 

"You better not cum too quickly," she said teasingly.

"I won't," he said reaching around to play with her firm breasts.

"Um...we're going to need a bed. Any ideas?" she asked. Chad nodded.

They made a make-shift mattress from their clothes, sleeping bags and anything useful thing they could find in their backpacks.

Jessica's capri shorts hugged her plump apple booty as she bent over to add her shorts and underwear to the pile of clothes.

Chad watched in anticipation as she slowly pulled down her panties and let them fall to her ankles. The sight of her luscious ass and pink pussy lips begging to be pleased made his cock harden even more.

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this. This is such a bad idea," Jessica muttered. Chad snuck up behind her and slid his cock along her cunt. Jessica's pulse spiked up when she felt his manhood behind her. Chad smiled at her aroused reaction. The last time he tried doing that, they were in a mountain lodge and he received a nasty slap across the face afterwards. This time she giggled and reached around to give him a playful smack on the thigh.

Jessica remained bent over, placed her hands on her thigh and rubbed her ass against him. She wiggled her big butt in circular motion and bounced her ass into his balls while his cock rested on her ass. The impact sent a jolt from his ball sack to the tip of his cock. She reached over and gave his sensitive balls a squeeze. Chad's dick was pulsing with life and it had straightened so much that he felt it would rip out from the skin. 

He leaned over her and caressed her breasts for a while, and then he grabbed her luscious Latina booty which was just wider than his hips and spanked her three times. The first two turned her ass red and last one made her howl with pain after it struck her pussy with the fury of a lightning bolt.

"Oooowww! Why did you do that?" she screamed, looking over her shoulder.

"Sorry honey...." He said dreamily. Being a gentleman, Chad would never raise a hand against a woman so those spanks were his own way of getting back at her for all the times she had pushed him to breaking point.

Damn that was close call, he thought. It was the best ass job he had ever gotten. Going without sex for months had made him unbelievably horny but he couldn't believe that his wife had almost made cum within a matter of minutes. He wondered what else she had been keeping from him, and if he had what it took to please his revived sex kitten before she drained his seed.

He dropped to his knees and pressed his face into her butt cheeks, while probing her pussy with his tongue. Jessica moaned and fondled her breasts as she moved her hips backwards. So this was the rush her body had been craving for...

She arched back to enjoy the sensation when she felt two fingers slide into her slippery cunt. She was in heaven but her lower back was starting to hurt from bending over for so long. No problem. There were plenty of other positions...but first she was going to give him hell for those harsh spanks earlier. 

"Get up Chad," she instructed him. She pushed him onto his back as soon as he tried to. Chad was startled by his wife's sharp tone and sudden forcefulness, but it was one of the things that he had always found sexy about her. 

Before Chad could even react, she dropped her plump rear onto his balls with crushing force. He gasped and a silent scream escaped his mouth.

"Whoops," she said, shrugging her shoulders innocently.

A vindictive smirk formed on her face and she licked her lips lustfully. Without giving him a moment to recover, she slid her ass across his muscular abs and chest, and sat down on his face. She could feel him squirming beneath her ass while holding his balls in pain. 

She only gave him a chance to breathe when she felt his hands frantically patting her butt for mercy.

"I'm not some cheap pain-loving whore Chad. Spank me again and swear there'll be consequences," she warned him. 

His mouth curved into a sly grin. "If getting that beautiful ass of yours on my face is the consequence, I should've really spanked you more often," he said after he had regained his breath. 

"You're such a horny bastard..." She sighed and took his cock deep in her throat while he held up her ass and went work on her soaking cunt. 

The scent coming off her pussy made him forget he was in a cave. It was a scent he wished he could bottle up into a fragrance. He could barely focus with the amazing blowjob she was giving him, but he wanted to give her an orgasm that she would never forget. His fingers ventured into her. Her wild moans became his map to finding her g spot. And he knew he found the spot when her mouth withdrew from cock with slurping sound, and she began to moan loudly in her native language. 

Jessica's legs began to quiver and she began to buck against him as he continued to satisfy her. She plunged down his shaft. Her hair swayed across her back as her head bobbed rapidly. Chad enjoyed her muffled moans when he nibbled on her labia. She squirted violently and pushed her cunt to his face. Chad lapped up every ounce of the sweet ambrosia he could get, and planted a gentle kiss on pussy to say thanks after he was done.

They switched positions and Jessica rested on back, panting as her chest rose and sank. Chad slid up against her soft breasts, stroked her cheek and kissed her. She tasted her juices on his lips and grabbed the back of his head in ecstasy. 

His fingers trailed her collarbone, continued up her neck and touched her ear gently. He moved her earing between his fingers as he whispered lustful words into her ear. He told how hard he was going to fuck her, and when he slammed his cock into her, she knew he meant every word.

"I'm through playing around," He rasped as he continued to pound her warm flesh. 

"So am I," she said breathlessly, digging her nails into his back. 

She told him to get on his knees, and then she crawled up to him with a seductive look and sucked his balls into her warm mouth. Chad's face contorted as the slick walls of her mouth squeezed his balls together. 

"Aaaah...Jessica I...I'm..."

She didn't want him to unload yet so she released his balls and returned to lying down on her back. 

Looking down at the trickle of cum pushing out of his cock, Chad was glad that she had backed off before he reached the point of no return. He wanted to enjoy every bit of her for as long as possible. 

Jessica rested one leg on his shoulder and told him to hold it in place. Chad made her giggle by tickling the sole of her foot. Next, he was going to make her scream... He placed the tip of his cock against her pussy, grabbed her narrow waist and pulled her onto his thick cock. He wrapped his hands around her leg and fucked her wet cunt with no resistance. She arched back in pleasure and grabbed his thigh as he fucked her with sex-starved passion. 

The contrast of his dark brown skin against her milky Latina skin was a work of art, and her screams of passion were music to his ears. The sound of their bodies slamming echoed through the cave. 

Chad felt Jessica's nails dig into his thigh and scrape against his abs as she came for the second time. He lifted her ass up, placed both of her legs on his shoulders, leaned over her and pinned her legs to sides of her head – He was pleased to see that she was still as flexible as she was when they were at college. With her pussy angled to the celling, he straightened his legs, pressed his full weight on her body and thrust his black cock into her depths. 

"Aaaaaahhh! Yeeess! Harder!" Jessica moaned as she felt him poking against her cervix. Chad held her thighs down and bent forward to kiss her as his fucked her cunt with the brutal intensity of a piston. 

He felt his semen tingling in his balls. Boiling. Begging to be set free. He grunted savagely as he unloaded wave after wave of cum into her womb. Their lips locked as they drifted into post-coital bliss. Cum oozed from Jessica's pussy as he pulled out of her. She tried to push out some of his cum and her eyes widened with shock when a thick white river gushed out from her pussy.

She could barely move and her body felt ravaged from the pounding she had just received. It was the most intense fuck anyone had ever given her but she was glad it was over – If he kept pounding her cunt at that pace, she was sure he could have killed her with orgasms. 

Chad looked into her dazed eyes for a moment, turned over her tired body and whispered the last thing she expected to hear from him. 

"I'm not done yet."

"Wha-What do you mean you're not done yet?" Jessica asked hysterically. Her heart was pounding so fast she felt dizzy, and after Chad had filled up her pussy with so much cum, she assumed his was joking. 

"I'll need to warm you up first but I'm sure you'll love it," Chad said fiendishly as he put his thumb in his mouth. 

He coated his thumb in saliva and began to part the white mounds of flesh in front of him. "Ngh...Chad...no," Jessica mumbled weakly while trying to push his hands away from her ass. He flicked his thumb up against her sore pussy and pressed the on area between her pussy and anus. Without warning, his thumb slid upwards and entered her anus. 

She jerked up to her knees as his thumb continued to invade her forbidden orifice. She didn't mind Chad rimming her rear, but anal sex wasn't something she didn't ever planned on trying – and for good reason. 

"Just relax Jessica. I won't hurt you. Trust me, okay," He promised. She relaxed her anus to let him thrust in and out. Once her body was adjusted to this strange new sensation, she started moving her hips gently to match his rhythm while fingering herself. She moaned softly when Chad plucked his thumb from her ass. When she felt the tip of his cock touch her tiny asshole, her fear returned again. She looked back at his thick black spear of a cock as he aimed for the target. There was no way it was going to fit in her tight ass ...and if it did, she knew she was going to be in a world of pain.

"Don't worry honey. If it hurts too much, I'll pull out immediately," Chad said in a comforting tone. 

"You'd better," she threatened but her voice was nervous whimper.

She gritted her teeth and gripped the pile of clothes as the head of his penis slowly plunged into her asshole. Chad gave her some time to get used to the pulsing sensation of his dick in her ass. 

He gripped her butt cheeks and continued to penetrate further while she cried softly. 

"Do you want me to stop?" Chad asked.

Jessica clenched her fists, hesitating for a moment. "No, it's okay. Just go a bit slower...you're killing me with that thing," she told him. Chad pushed in a few more inches but then he pulled out to her surprise, and rested on his back.

"I think it'll be better if you control the penetration," he suggested. 

Facing Chad, she slowly lowered her plump rear, realising that his fully erect black cock would split her Latina booty if she dropped onto him like she had done earlier. 

Enjoying the sensation of anal sex, she started playing with her breasts while riding his cock. Chad moaned with satisfaction as the entire length of his shaft disappeared into her warm hole. The warmth and tightness of a woman's asshole was one of pleasures in life that a man had to enjoy before he died.

Jessica pushed herself off him and got on all fours. She bit her lip and rubbed her clit as Chad fucked her doggy style. Seeing Jessica in such a lustful state sent Brad's primal desires into overdrive. He grabbed her long hair into a ponytail and pulled her head back. A sharp cry sounded through the cave when he thrust balls-deep into her ass. The sound of Jessica screaming in her native language, sent a jolt through his balls as they bounced against her cunt. 

Her plump ass jiggled as his hips smacked loudly against her. He felt Jessica desperately trying to remove his hands from her hair and waist as he fucked her with an animalistic fury. He let go off her hair and her head snapped forward. Her breasts softened the impact as she crashed onto the pile of clothes. 

His slid his cock from her ass and mounted her again while standing up. Leaning forward on one leg, he pressed down on her back with his other foot, twisted her arms behind her back and plunged into her asshole again. With Jessica's face buried into the clothing pile, he groaned loudly and fucked her for what seemed like an eternity. He could feel his dick hurting as her anus contracted. 

He could only image what Jessica was feeling as he gaped her virgin asshole. When he heard her muffled sobs, he gently removed his cock from her ass and hoped he hadn't gone too far. 

"Jessica? Are you okay baby?" he said tapping her shoulder.

She was breathing too heavily to reply. "Shit I'm sorry baby. I shouldn't have..."

Chad was mystified when Jessica lifted her head up to look at him. Her face gleamed with sweat. Strands of her silky hair stuck to her neck and face. Her amber eyes, vivid with intensity...Her mouth, curving into a lewd smile...




One Last Time



"You apologise too much...That was amazing Chad! Do you think you can fuck me even harder than that?" she asked. 

Chad laughed in disbelief. "You're fucking unbelievable," he said, helping Jessica stand. He swept her off her feet and carried her bridal-style towards the cave wall. 

"Hmm? What are doing?" she asked, suddenly wishing she could take back her words.

"You'll see," he said slyly. Jessica could tell by his tone that she was in for one heck of a ride. He put her down and told her to face the wall and relax. Jessica faced the wall but she was nervous about what he had in store for her. 

Chad stood behind her, wrapped his muscular arms around her waist and lifted her off the ground with ease. Jessica secured her arm around his neck while Chad placed his hands under her thighs and lifted her legs into the air. He told to rest her feet against the cave wall and enjoy the ride. The cold and rugged surface against the soles of her feet made her squirm with anticipation. Her butt pressed against his abdomen. Her asshole and pussy were exposed like buffet, and from the devious look in Chad's eyes, it was obvious which hole he was aiming for... 

Chad thrust balls-deep up her asshole while slamming her onto his aching cock. His cock rapidly rammed in and out of her ass, hitting the upper limits of her rectum. Jessica screams were a mixture of pain and pleasure. "Oooooooohhhh....Yeeeeesss! Fuck me you horny bastard! You love making your wife scream don't you?" 

"It's your fault for being so damn fuckable." 

Chad made her scream even louder when he leaned his neck to side and sunk his teeth into one of her erect nipples. 

Jessica frantically massaged her clit with her free hand as Chad's moans grew louder. He released her nipple and fondled her soft breast in his hands. "I love you..." he said breathlessly as he quickened his pace to brutal intensity. 

Jessica felt a wave of pleasure wash over her as she took in each sensation. Chad's tongue twirling in her mouth...his hands caressing her breast...and her fingers curling up her cunt while he boned her fleshy ass like a caveman encountering a female for the first time. The attention her body was getting was simply too much for her. She let out a guttural moan and squirted her juices onto the wall as Chad's sexual aura engulfed her. 

Chad felt her anus milking his cock as her body rocked against his chest. He could feel his strength leaving him as his orgasm approached so he backed away from the wall and lowered Jessica to ground without removing his throbbing cock from her ass. Their tired bodies slumped into a spooning position. Chad grabbed a handful of her ass and pumped his seed deep into her bowels, surprising her with the amount of cum he could still ejaculate after the first wave he had filled her pussy with.

With a sticky plop, he slid his thick cock from Jessica's cum-slick asshole and gave her a well-deserved rest. He smacked Jessica's big butt teasingly, knowing that she didn't have the energy to complain anymore. Rolling onto his back, he enjoyed the view of his warm seed oozing from his wife's gaping asshole. His elbows fell limp at his side and he blacked out from cumming twice without a break. His eyes squinted open and he woke up when he felt Jessica's mouth trying to resuscitate him. He gasped and sucked the air into his dry throat.

"Thank goodness...I was thinking you were dead for a while now. She said, resting her head on his heaving chest.

He stroked her cheek. "You were right Jessica...this was a bad idea," Chad said, uttering a weary laugh.

"Well consider this is the best bad idea you've ever had," Jessica said, planting a kiss on his chest. 

As both of them lay there on the ground, too worn out to move or even think, Chad thought he heard a voice call out to him. Then his wife tapped him on the shoulder and he realised that she heard it too. 

"Hello? Is anyone in there?" A concerned voice called out from the cave entrance.

A rescue team had been searching tirelessly for the missing couple for days. They were about to call off the search for the day when they heard strange noises coming from a cave they were walking past.

"Yes...we're over here," Jessica said. She was overjoyed but her voice came out in a dry murmur. 

"Are you injured?" A rescue worker said as made his way towards her voice. 

"Depends on what you mean injured," Chad muttered jokingly.

"We're fine but I don't think either of us can get up without help," Jessica said as she passed out in his arms. 

The rescue worker and his team couldn't believe their eyes when they walked in and saw two nude bodies snuggling on the ground.



One Last Time



It was a gloomy day when the call had came in that you were moving on with your life. I asked you if I could see you one last time and you agreed. I went to your house later on that night not sure of what I was going to say or do. I did know that I needed to touch, taste and kiss you one last time. That same old lump in my throat was starting to act up again along with the tears that were forming in the corners of my eyes as I turned down this so familiar street. 

I went to the main door and buzzed your apartment; you let me in and I suddenly was having second thoughts but continued my journey slowly. I looked in your eyes and saw just as much sadness as I saw in mine as I stared in the mirror earlier. My hand reached out and stroked your face letting you know that it was all right. I had been hurt before but this was so different. I needed you one last time. I stepped closer to you so that our chests were touching. My nipples hardened. I took your face into my hands and brought your lips to mine kissing you tenderly, you opened your mouth allowing me in; I could feel the moisture starting to wet my panties. I moved my lips to you ear and whispered, " Make love to me one last time baby." You just unbuttoned my shirt and pulled my tits from their corral, freeing them at last. You nibbled, and licked them, as you never have before. I was trying to undress you but with your mouth at my breasts, it made it difficult. 

I decided to give up as I unzipped your pants I reached my hand into your pants and pulled out your soft penis. I thought to myself just how much I would miss that fine piece of machinery. You had removed your lips from my chest, and stepped back looking at me I dropped my skirt revealing a sheer pink g-string. I stepped closer to you and knelt down before you I swallowed and then kissed the head of your tool, opening my mouth I entered it inside moving my mouth until the whole shaft was in. I closed my lips around it and slowly pulled my lips back up to the tip then back down wanting to remember every inch. I began to move faster as my hand moved to your balls gently teasing them. I had your cock touching the back of my throat as my tongue moved around. You grabbed my hair and shoved my head down more but I didn't gag, I could see the muscles tightening in your legs and knew that you would be shooting your load down my throat soon. I wanted to taste your cum badly and taunted you finding your g-spot so that I was swallowing your cum after a few more strokes. 

As you pulled me up I was licking the rest of your cum off my lips. That is when you picked me up and carried me to the bed and laid me on my back, you removed my bra, planted a kiss on each breast and went to my panties. I had quite a noticeable wet spot now and as you pulled them down your thumbs brushed my clit sending a much-wanted exhilaration up my spine. You brought my panties to your nose inhaling the scent you have loved for so long. That is when you suddenly dropped them and parted my legs so that you could face dive into my pussy. Your tongued entered inside and moved around sending a moan from my mouth. Your tongue moved to my clit and flicked it fast causing louder moans to escape. It wouldn't be long before I offered you my juices. You knew that and began sucking my swollen clit. "Baby make me cum! " I begged. Your tongue continued working on my clit as your fingers found my pussy inserting them deep inside, making me squirm with delight. Your wet finger moved down to my asshole, and you gently inserted just the fingertip at first and then more I felt my body beginning to quiver as the power of my orgasm was taking over. " I'm Cummmmming baby", as I thrust my clit into your face more. "Ohhhhh baby", as I continued to pump my juices out of my body. You moved your face to my pussy licking up what you could, and that is when I was trying to pull you up to me but changed my mind and told you to get on your back. 

I hadn't ever seen your cock that hard before and wasted no time sliding my pussy down your pole. I pinned your wrists down with my hands, as I planted a kiss on your neck, and then began moving my hips. My tits were making circles of their own, brushing your chest as I rode your cock. I sat up and grabbed my tits bringing them to my mouth sucking my nipples, and pulling at them. I suddenly dropped them and swung around the other way so that my hand could fondle your nuts. I leaned forward so that my hands were on your knees as you grabbed my ass cheeks and gave one a little slap. 

"Ohhhh yesssss" came out of my mouth you lifted your head so that you could watch as my pussy sucked your cock. I was ready to cum but wanted to wait for you and that is when I could hear your moans becoming louder. I reached back once again grabbing your balls. I was egging you on wanting you to fill my pussy with wads of cum. I could feel your cock pull back as it was ready to shoot, and I let go leaving your dick in a waterfall of my juices OHHHH YESSSSS, I'm CUMMMMMING BABY. My pussy muscles making sure they sucked your dick dry, wanting to leave nothing behind. I turned myself around one last time placing my hands behind your head and resting my tits on your chest, I planted a long kiss on your lips.

Thank you baby, my voice crackling and tears running down my face. I told you that I loved you as I was getting dressed. As I was leaving I paused and looked back and said, "baby relationships come and go but memories always remain" and with that I left never turning back...



One Last Time



I know I shouldn’t be here. This is a dangerous place for me to be. Maybe tonight was not such a good idea. Yes, it’s true we are still friends and all we did was go to dinner, but now we’re back in here. In your bedroom where we spent many nights doing many things other than sleeping. They all seem to hit me at once as I lean against the side of your bed

You look so beautiful tonight in that black pajama set with the very form fitting tank top. I love the way it rises and falls as you breathe. I see that you are speaking to me, but I have not heard a thing that you have said. My mind is racing with ideas and memories.

It has only been a few weeks since we last touched as lovers. But it feels like a lifetime ago. I can barely keep my hands still. They fight me in their longing to hold you. God, why do I fight them? My mind has already given in.

We talk of pleasant times and warm memories. We touch as friends, light and innocent. I pull you near to hold you close for what feels like the last time, God you smell so good. You feel so right in my arms as my fingers start to trace familiar patterns across your back. They feel their way under your shirt. You say nothing of their intrusion. Your skin in so warm and my lips are so close to your neck. I can feel you breathe as my hands reach under your clothes. Yet, you still say nothing.

Bravely, I kiss the side of your neck; I feel your body give in to me. I hold you tighter as my hands wander further. I begin to kiss you more, starting from the left side of your neck and continuing on to the right. More urgently my hands slide up and down your back, reaching down kneading your ass, then trailing up to trace your spine. I hear you moan and I can feel your body as it adjusts to allow me better access.

Finally you speak. You say words that you know you should, questioning all of this. But your body tells a different tale, one of longing and needing. You needed this as much as I. So we both give in and taste each other’s lips. With a kiss we silence all doubt and concern about what the future holds. There is only now. Only we exist.

The taste of your lips is exquisite, but I need more. With my hands already underneath your top, I slide it up and over your breast. I feel you give yourself to me as my mouth surrounds your nipples, sucking and kissing like never be for. My tongue dances and journeys around your nipples from one to the other. But that is still not enough, for either of us.

You give me a look that I have longed to see for quite some time. Your hands reach down and unbutton my pants. You drop to your knees and look up at me with a smile. Yes, this will be good. I feel your hands around me, then the tip of your tongue. Finally, I feel your mouth engulf me. My head spins with delight, yet I know that with all of this I will not last. You smile up at me when I warn you of this.

“Good. Then when you get hard again, you’ll be able to fuck me longer.” 

All thoughts of a reply are lost as you continue. You are so commanding at this, I feel myself reach my limit. Your hand replaces your mouth as I come on your chest. You let go of me and begin to rub your hands all over, a look of sheer pleasure on your face. Still I need more, as I can see do you.

Quickly, I reach down, picking you up and throwing you on the bed. Our need for words is lost. Our voices are only used to speak in moans and growls. Our bodies have taken over, and speak to each other’s. I remove what is left of your clothes, and slide you over to the edge of the bed where I can taste you easily.

I waste no time, your taste is so sweet and so pure. I indulge myself within you. I use my mouth, my tongue, and my fingers in concert, making sure that you every last desire is met. I read your body and you reach orgasm. The first is subtle, building slowly into a deep relief. But the second one is strong. So strong I can hear you voice crack as it goes raw.

We stop. Both breathing hard for what seems like minutes. The look in you eyes tells me that you still are not ready to quit. Neither am I. I climb above you between your legs. I slide gently between your lips as I press down. I am inside you. Slow at first, but picking up rhythm. I can feel your lips swell and tighten around me. Oh God, how I had feared I’d never feel this again!

If ever there was such a thing as a pure moment of clarity. One moment where all things in this world made sense. Then it would have to be when we make love.  I feel this more than think it. With each thrust I feel your body and mine work together, moving as one. I slide out of you and you turn around beneath me, letting me see that gorgeous ass of yours. You rise up as I spread my legs apart, allowing you to get on all fours. I slide back into you and begin to slam you . . . hard.

I know how much you love this, me behind you, my huge hands grabbing at your breasts and shoulders, pulling myself further into you. Or when I slide my fingers up into your hair, gripping tight at the roots like I was commanding a wild horse to do my bidding. And even when I reach down and grab ass, pinching and smacking it with passion. I love it too.

I feel myself reaching coming again. I thrust away with all I can and come hard inside you. I fall to your side and gather up close to you. Our bodies are warm and covered with sweat as we lie together. You are in my arms once again with your back to me, my lips kissing the back of your neck. So many people said this was a bad idea. That coming here with you could lead to a compromising situation for a couple that had just broken up. At this moment, with your naked body spooned up against mine. All that I can think to myself is.

Man, where they ever right!



One Last Time



The bakery was finally closed and our sweet rounded gossip, Sara was headed down the slowly emptying street towards the small house where she lived. It wasn't anything special. In fact it wasn't much bigger than a shack, but it was a home and it was hers. 

Although slowly growing dark outside, there was still plenty of light to see by in order to light a fire. Carefully and piece by piece she placed the wood in its proper place, added some kindling, and set the fire, gently coaxing it to life. Soon her small home began to grow warm with a homey feel to it and Sara set some water on the fire to boil for cooking and washing. 

Humming to herself in her normal cheery state she went about the place lighting candles and preparing the food for her evening meal. It would take at least an hour for her meal to cook and as it did so, Sara went over to the closet. 

Kneeling and crawling further in she soon came to the place where she kept her secret savings. Pulling up the floor board she dug a little ways down with her hand and reached into the hole pulling out a glass jar filled three quarters full with silver. Reaching in a second time she pulled out two more like the first but they were completely full. 

Sara carefully picked up the three jars and carried them to the table spilling the contents of all three onto the table. She began counting the silver, putting the pieces into piles of ten. All the money before her was her savings from the day she began working at the bakery. Every month after food had been purchased and her needs taken care of, Sara placed what money was left in these jars. It was never much, but she knew the value it would one day have. About ten to fifteen minutes later she completed her counting and added it all up. Her total silver came to five thousand five hundred and twenty silver pieces. She whistled surprised that she had saved up so much in such a short time. She removed two thousand and set it aside for the journey she would be taking to the capital. The remaining she put back in the jars and placed them back in their hiding place, carefully covering them back up.

An hour had passed and the soup Sara had made was ready. She sat down to a quiet candlelight dinner. Alone once again and wondering what adventures the trip would bring. While cleaning up the dishes from dinner and putting things away a knock came on her door. 'Now who could that be at this hour?' she thought as she dried her hands and crossed the small room to open the door. A man stood outside her door, he was tall, very tall in fact, with dark hair and light eyes. He was well muscled and quite the looker and Sara knew immediately who he was. She knew him well in fact and opened the door wider to let him in with a smile on her face. He came in, in one smooth motion and quickly shut and latched the door behind him. "This is a pleasant surprise," Sara commented, her body already beginning to tense with the pleasure it knew it was about to receive. 

The man smiled, a smile to melt any woman's heart, and grabbing her arm, he pulled her close and kissed her full on the lips, his tongue snaking its way into her mouth devouring her with a familiarity only he knew. A soft moan escaped Sara's throat as the man kissed her, his hands roaming her body feeling every voluptuous inch It had been more than a month since she had seen him, he had been gone on some sort of campaign and before he left they had spent an entire day together, making love with a fiery passion. 

Her hands with practiced ease soon had his shirt off of him and his breeches unlaced. Greedily she dove into his breeches finding in no time his ever-hardening cock. She groaned in pleasure as she took it in her hand and began to stroke it. He made his own groan of pleasure and closed his eyes. The past month had been sheer torture for the two of them, having not been able to see each other or to have their wild bouts of lust filled sex. Hungrily he grabbed her breasts, kneading them in his hands, watching how the large mounds overfilled his own large hands. She was a beautiful woman and he needed her so badly. He pulled back though and Sara gave a noise of protest. 

Instead of pulling completely away he took her by the hand and led her over to her bed, where he gently laid her down and began to untie the front laces of her dress. In a matter of moments the two lovers had each other completely naked and they relished in the sensual feeling of skin touching skin. He lowered his hand to her soft bush stroking softly, playing with her clit, making her grow even more wet and squirm and moan in pleasure. The pleasure he gave her was intense and was about to increase as he slipped a finger into her glistening cunt sliding it in and out, slowly at first and then faster. Sara shuddered and gasped with pleasure, her orgasm rising in intensity with each thrust. Another finger went in, and then a third, she could take it no more. His furious pumping of her pussy with his fingers was sending her over the edge. She screamed as she came, her sweet juices flowing freely from having been pent up so long. 

He lowered his face to her cum filled, wet dripping cunt and began to lap at her juices, tasting the sweet nectar that he so treasured. She shuddered the after shocks of her orgasm rushing over her, like the tide beating the shore. The man wasn't through with her though; she had had her pleasure now he wanted his. Licking his lips he crawled towards her face, stroking his cock with one hand. She knew what he wanted and she eagerly gave him all that and more. Her right hand went straight to his balls, pulling, twisting, teasing, her tongue licking the length of his cock, tasting his precum and swirling all sorts of designs along it. He groaned in pleasure and urged her to take it in her mouth. She did so, its thickness filling her mouth to the brim. 

He was a good eight inches long and his cock filled her luscious mouth so well that she couldn't imagine any other filling it better than his did. She sucked him, long and hard, moaning as she did so to let him know how much she loved him and what they were doing. He pumped his cock in and out of her mouth grunting, as his balls seemed to scream at him to cum. Before he could though he took his cock from her mouth and sat between her legs. Sara spread them wide letting the warm air of the room caress her wet pussy before he rammed his cock into it. She cried out in pleasure at the penetration, he cursed at the tightness of her pussy. With quick strokes in and out he set a fast pace and she eagerly kept up, meeting him thrust for thrust, while his hands kneaded and twitted her breasts sending more and more pleasure throughout each of them. 

"Harder please!" she cried, desperate for more. He obliged her, pumping her fat pussy with his huge cock harder and harder, his balls slapping against her ass. They neared the breaking point and a mischievous twinkle in her eye told him she was ready and it sent him over the edge. With one last hard thrust into her dripping wet cunt he shot his warm creamy load into her filling her with his seed, the two of them crying out a cry of joy shared only by lovers fully satisfied. 

His load spent he collapsed onto the bed beside her, his cock still inside her, and into her waiting arms. She cradled him close, whispering sweet nothings in his ear and thanking him for the wonderful gift he had just given her. Two sweaty but greatly satisfied bodies fell asleep holding one another, in the small, warm and comforting home that night and did not waken till morning.

A few last embers of the nights fire still clung to life in the hearth of the small house. Sara awoke next to her lover to see him still asleep. She sighed with happiness at the memory of the previous nights event and quietly got out of bed. Stirring the fire back to life she added more wood, but not enough to burn for a long time. Sara did not plan to stay long. While water heated for washing and for breakfast, she sat at her table, ink and pen nearby, a blank sheet of paper in front of her. 

She didn't know how to tell him she was leaving, and after much consideration decided to tell a small white lie. That she would be going to see her aunt in the capital and that she would return as soon as she could. Quickly she wrote out the note and signed it. Then hurrying about her business she was soon washed, dressed, and with supplies ready to go. Before heading out the door though she took one last look at him, smiled and kissed his cheek. Perhaps she would see him again one day. But for now, it was time to seek out a new adventure.



One Last Time



Just like the first time this one felt like the last, like the only time. She chided herself for being so weak in the same breath that she promised herself this one last time. Her heart was dangerously close to betraying her again. Her head was screaming warning signals that were going unnoticed. But neither her head nor her heart were involved in this decision. Her thickly rolled bun came down in tumbling gold waves despite her head and buttons came undone one by one despite her heart. He was being quite helpful as he roughly unbuttoned her shirt and cupped her soft warm breasts in his large hands, his calloused thumbs circling her taut nipples rhythmically. 

It was a dance. It was a dance they had danced a hundred times before, though always different and exciting, he made sure of that. This time was very different. This was the last time and they both knew it. That fact could not stop them now; in fact it seemed to drive them harder as if one last rough fuck would bring some closure to their shattered relationship.

She couldn't remember who had started it first. Her thoughts were too fuzzy with lust to care. He had come over to get the last of his things from the apartment and she had wanted to talk to him to make him see that there was still something left worth fighting for. There was danger in his eyes, she had seen the warning sign and had deliberately ignored how dangerously close he was to exploding. She knew that he hadn't had a good fuck since he'd left two weeks ago. He needed one, now, and she knew how to give it to him. 

He must have had the same thought at the same time because she had suddenly realized that she was being tossed onto her bed with her shirt half unbuttoned and her lips burning with his rough kisses. Her eyes stroked his entire body, noticing in his stance that he was not only ready for serious business but that this was a ride she'd probably be saddle sore from in the morning. The idea just made her wetter and she licked her lips in anticipation.

Rough hands tore at the last of the buttons on her shirt and pulled anxiously at her jeans. He finally gave up and gave in to her pushing hands. In a moment the button and zipper were down and she wriggled out of the denim sheath; black satin panties the only covering in his way. He stroked the tips of his fingers over the silky cloth, brushing her mons and lips ever so gently. The fire flared and she closed her eyes.

"Play with yourself," he commanded in a deep voice as he began unbuttoning his own shirt slowly. Her hand was immediately obedient and she quickly found that she was much wetter than she had expected. Her warm, damp panties clung to her fingers as she slid a finger up and down her clit. He watched transfixed and continued to slowly undress himself. 

It was maddening for her, she loved being watched, but it just made her want his cock thrusting into her even more. Fingers stroked harder as she imagined how hard his cock must be after not having had release for so long. She wondered if he had masturbated, but realized with a smile that he wouldn't be this worked up if he had. 

His shirt was off and he couldn't wait anymore either. She felt his finger trail quickly along the inside of her thigh before wiggling under the edge of her underwear. He stroked her wetness gently, getting his finger slick before plunging it into her. Back arched she cried, "Oh yes, Luke."

"What was that, Jenny?" he smiled sadistically; he was going to make her wait for this one. He slid his finger out of her to the point where it was just barely touching her and waited.

"Yes please fuck me," she stated simply, it was all she could think of. Those four words had become a mantra for her. His finger moved back inside her as a reward. He moved slowly, gently... maddeningly. She wanted to scream. She wanted to grab his cock and thrust it inside of herself, but she waited, knowing that he was building her up to an explosive finish.

He took his tortuous finger away and she groaned with need and want. He had her turn over onto all fours, her butt facing him as he quickly removed his pants. His cock was so hard it hurt. He kneeled on the bed behind her and slowly slid himself into her tight, wet snatch. He stopped when he was at full thrust, feeling her moan of delight vibrate her entire body. 

He rocked back and she met his thrust with a burst of pleasure. Her hands curled deep into the dark green comforter and she reveled in the feeling of his cock deep inside her. She shook her loose hair back out of her face and he caught it in his hands. Not missing a beat, one hand around her hair and the other on her hip he thrust deep and hard. He pounded into her suddenly like a jackhammer. She screamed, and met his pace with a wild force all her own. Her world shattered, her mind melted and she gushed pure liquid pleasure. Her breath caught and she came again as he hammered into her.

She lost count, he refused to let up until she nearly collapsed back on the bed. She wasn't complaining, she loved being fucked like this. Tomorrow she would remember every time she moved that he had been inside her, that he had thoroughly taken her for one last ride. It may not make the heart ache any less, but at least she still knew that he wanted her. He just couldn't live with her.



One Last Time



This story is a prelude to Wishes Do Come True. I wrote it awhile ago and actually forgot it was out there.

One day when I was moving, my ex-wife called me to let me know the group home where our special needs son lived had called. He was sick and she wanted to go see him, but did not have the money to pay for the trip or a vehicle. Since it was only a couple hour drive and I had vacation time coming, we left that afternoon. During the drive we just did small talk about how we were doing and things like that. We arrived and found our son sleeping.

At this point my ex was told by the group home that she could not stay in my sons room because they did not want her to get sick. We discussed where she would sleep. I offered to get her a separate room, but we found out that most of the hotels were sold out. We found one hotel that had a room with two doubles. I agreed to behave - little did I know what was to happen. After getting settled into the room, we both washed up and discussed dinner plans. We had a nice dinner, and while I behaved, I did toss and turn most of the night.

As usual we both woke up before the sun rose. Since it was still early we had breakfast before seeing our son. He was feeling better, but they were busy getting the other clients ready for the day. We went back to the hotel room for what I thought was to be just killing time.

My ex and I were sitting on separate beds watching TV when she started rubbing her shoulders. When I asked if she wanted a massage, she replied yes. She rolled onto her stomach while I massaged her shoulders and back. She made soft moaning sounds and said it felt good. A lot more then just her muscles must have loosened up because when I stated massaging her legs she every so slightly separated them. Then when I took off her shoes and socks to rub her fee, she really started moaning. I slowly started going up one leg and then the other. Stopping just short of the bottom of her shorts. After a few minutes of this she said that she would not stop me if I kept on going. My heart skipped a beat. I had been trying to get back with her for awhile and here she was telling me that I could keep on going.

I did not want to miss the moment nor did I want to rush the moment either. I slowly slide my fingers up the opening of the shorts only to find her panties soaked. My fingers made it to her dripping pussy and I slowly touched the outer lips. She let out a moan and then rolled over onto her back. I looked into her eyes and asked are you sure? She just reached up and pulled my head to her. We kissed like there was no tomorrow. While we were kissing I unbuttoned her top and undid the front of her bra. I released my self from her and started kissing and sucking on each of her small but wonderful breasts. I then started to slowly kiss down past her stomach while at the same time as I undid her shorts. I backed up a minute and took off what were now soaking wet shorts and panties. 

Before me was the pussy that I had some of the best times of my life with. She may not be big (only 5 foot 2 inches 105 lbs and a 32B chest), but what she could do with that body would satisfy anyone. 

I lifted her legs over my shoulders and just started kissing, licking, nibbling and sucking all around her pussy and her pussy lips. She must have come several times, because the juices just kept on flowing. Finally I darted my tongue in and out of her pussy. This really drove her wild since she was pulling on my hair, clasping her legs around me and moaning so loud that I thought we were going to get thrown out - even at 7 or 8 in the morning.

She finally decided that it was turn around time. She pushed me away from her so that she could roll off the beds. She removed her top and bra and then pushed me down on the bed. I tried sitting up to get to her, but that only lasted long enough for her to get my shirt off. She then pushed me down and said that it was my turn. With that she removed the rest of my clothes and then started ever so slowly licking my rock hard rod. She started to kiss my rod and say that she was going to get all of it in her. I may big, but she has never been able to get all of me into her mouth. Very slowly she started sucking. With every downward stroke she took more and more. I started feeling me hitting her throat. This must have really drove her over the edge since she went faster and faster and deeper and deeper. Her throat muscles were really working on me as I got closer and closer.

I asked her if she was going to be able to take it all since I was getting close to exploding. She stopped and told me to stand up. Once I was standing she laid down on the bed and told me she wanted me fuck her right here and now. I asked her if she was sure. Her reply was to just reach up and pull me down to her. She put her legs over my shoulders and I just started pumping into her. Even though she was total wet, the feeling of her pussy muscles was fantastic. I knew that I could not last much longer and told her this. She took her legs and used them to connect behind my back. She then reached her arms around my neck and told me to just keep on pounding till I could pound no more.

We both exploded with bright lights all inside our heads. After calming down we both needed to take showers again.

After making sure our son was doing ok, we drove back home, since she did not have much available time off. On the way back, I was informed that earlier was THE LAST TIME that I would ever have a chance to have sex with her again.

Shortly afterwards she remarried and a year later she moved out of state with our son.



One Last Time



When her father died, my ex-wife's first call was to me even though we had been divorced almost three years. I had handled most of her father's affairs during his steady decline so I volunteered to meet her in St. Louis to help organize his paperwork and help clean out his apartment.

Jackie and I had maintained an extremely cordial relationship in the time we had been apart and I think we were both looking forward to seeing each. Since the divorce she had been living in Wisconsin and I in California so we hadn't had any physical contact.

Her father had lived in a retirement high rise so we decided to stay in the building's guest rooms. What I didn't know until I get there was that there was only one guest room available during the time we needed to be there. It had double beds so she agreed to take it for the two of us to share. We agreed that it would be far more convenient to stay in the same place than having to worry about coordinating each others' schedules. Besides, staying together meant that we could go through all of her father's papers the other apartment contents whenever we felt up to it.

Over the 20+ years of our marriage our sexually intimacy had been wonderful and, although I hid it from her, I began to get sexually aroused as soon as I found we would be staying in the same room. From our first conversations and the first couple of days together it was quite apparent that she was not so inclined. I decided to adjust to her lack of interest and focus on the demanding tasks at hand.

But over the next few days she got increasingly comfortable with having me around and the formality and distance gradually disappeared. For example whereas her robe was tightly tied on the first night, it was a bit looser the second.

However, on the third evening she was only wearing her bra and panties when she came out of the bathroom after brushing her teeth. It was the kind of bra that has the straps on the side (I think they call it a French bra but I don't know for sure.) She had been wearing this style of bra since I first mentioned how sexy I thought they were several years earlier. I was also struck me that after all of this time, she was still wearing the kind of bra that I had especially liked. This particular one was white and thin enough to show her dark nipples through the material. Her panties were a matching design and also thin enough to show the dark triangle between her legs. She was very sexy and she knew it.

I had already gotten ready for bed and was under the light covers with just my shorts on. Naturally as soon as she came out of the bathroom and I saw what she was wearing I got rock hard. We continued to talk about the events of the day as she appeared to continue to get ready for bed. But after turning her own covers down she came over to my bed and just stood there with her panties no more that a foot from my face. I reached under the blanket and did not hide the fact that I was starting to stroke myself.

As soon as she saw what I was doing, she spread her legs just a little bit so I got a better look up between her legs. This had long been a turn-on for me and when we were married she would sometimes tease me by standing on our bed so I could look up under her nightgown ... and she also had incredible legs.

By this time my sexual arousal was almost off the chart. Although I didn't want to risk breaking the flow, I just had to ask her to pull the leg of her panties to the side so I could better see her. Although she did not say anything, she slowly spread her legs a little more and used her right hand to pull the panties away giving me a perfect view of her lovely pussy. By this time I was totally crazed and pushed my covers off so she got a full view of my cock which by that time was sticking way out of my shorts. 

After standing where she was and watching me play with myself for a few minutes, she kneeled down on the floor and took my cock in her mouth, just like old times ... and she was always the best. When she could feel how close I was getting to losing complete control, she casually stood back up, stepped out of her lovely panties, unhooked her bra and then paused long enough to allow me to take in her full glorious nakedness. Then she moved back to the bed and gently straddled me. She eased down onto me and at the same time leaned forward so I get one of her nipples in my mouth.

By this time we were rapidly approaching the final moment and although neither of us was necessarily ready to have it end, we came together in a tremendous climax; with my lifting up and pushing deep into her.

After a few minutes of her lying on top of me during the beautiful afterglow, she got off and then stretched out and snuggled up next to me. Our last night together was spent curled up and naked in a single bed. 

D. D. Carlisle

May 2005



One Last Time



She sighed to herself as she stood under the hot shower. This always happened lately. They'd start flirting over e-mail or text messaging. Then she'd push too far and he would stop responding. She knew that trying to be friends with someone she was still in love with, someone who no longer felt the same about her, was a bad idea. But she didn't want to lose him, although she wasn't sure she already hadn't.

The hot water cascaded over her long dark hair, over her breasts and down her body. She sighed again as she rubbed shower gel all over her body. Why did this always happen to her? A year ago, he had shown up at her door because he couldn't get hold of her and was worried. What the hell had happened in that year? She rubbed the loofah sponge over her nipples, feeling them harden. God she missed him, missed the love, missed the intimacy.

She ran her hands down her breasts, over her stomach, down between her legs. Her fingers found her hardened clit, and she rubbed it gently. It had been too damn long. Her fingers slid down further, spreading her lips apart before sliding inside her. Her index finger slid easily inside of her, lubricated by the water and the thoughts of him. 

She got out of the shower and dried off. Her phone beeped again. It was him. "A shower this late at night???? Are you just getting out of bed?"

She responded, "No luv. Just getting into bed now." She crawled into bed about half an hour later and still no response. She lay in bed for a while, thinking about him, wishing things could be different, wishing she didn't think about him so much, wishing he thought about her more often, wishing he still wanted her as much as she wanted him. She finally fell asleep, and he wove in and out of her dreams as usual.

****

She sat bolt upright in bed, her heart pounding. Something had woken her up. She sat unmoving, trying to slow her heart rate, listening. She heard it again: someone was pounding on her door. 

She looked at the clock; it was 6 am. There was only person she could think of who be there at this hour, but why would he be? He hadn't been to her house in months. She pulled on her lannel robe and headed down the stairs. She flung the door open.

He was standing on her porch, looking exhausted but still sexy as ever in tight jeans and a slightly fitted shirt, carrying a small travel bag. He grinned at her, almost shyly. He opened the storm door and walked in. He shut and locked both doors behind him before turning to her. She had momentarily lost her voice but it was returning. "What --?"

He cut her off. "I took the red eye back. Haven't really slept since the trip started. Wanted -- I wanted ... " his voice faltered under her gaze. "I wanted to see you and spend some time with you." 

Her eyes never left his, searching for the truth behind them. "And what about your girlfriend?" she asked before she could stop herself. "Aren't you going up to see her this weekend for a elated romantic Valentine's Day weekend?" She tried hard to keep the bitterness out of her voice, but failed.

He shook his head. "No. I've been trying to tell you that she and I were never that serious. Certainly not serious enough to continue once she moved 400 miles away. And not nearly as serious as you and I had been." She continued to stare at him, wanting so desparately to believe him, wondering if she should.

Her eyes filled with tears and she angrily blinked them away. He placed his travel bag on the table in the hallway and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly to him. God she felt good against his body. He could feel the heat from her skin through her flannel robe, could smell her scent. She buried her face into his chest, inhaling his scent as well. He leaned down toward her and kissed her gently on the lips. Her eyes closed as she felt his lips touch hers, felt him slip his tongue between her lips, exploring. He pulled her closer, kissing her more deeply. She could feel his cock hardening between them.

He broke the kiss, moving his lips to her ear and her neck, sucking lightly. He pushed the robe to the side to expose her shoulder, kissing her bare skin. He buried his face in her neck, breathing deeply, holding her tightly. She pulled away from him and took his hand. He grabbed the travel bag from the table and allowed her to lead him up to her bed.

He kicked off his shoes as he entered her room and looked around. She had bought new furniture and rearranged the room since he had last been there. He pulled her closer to him again and untied her robe. He let it fall to the floor at her feet. As he had hoped, she wore nothing underneath. He stood for a moment, drinking in her body. Her skin was tanner than he had last seen it. She had stopped shaving her pussy when they had broken up, although she still kept it neatly trimmed. Damn she had a great body. He kissed her again, his hands covering her breasts, feeling her nipples harden beneath his palms. He bent his head lower and sucked a nipple. He eard her sharp intake of breath, felt her hands pull his head closer to her body. He slid his hand down her back, cupping her ass. He loved the feel of her skin under his fingers, loved the shivers he produced. 

She untucked his shirt, pulling it up. He pulled away from her breast so she could pull the shirt over his head. She stood on tiptoe to kiss him as her hands unbuckled his belt, and pulled the zipper down on his jeans. She slid her hands under the waistband of his jeans, pulling them over his hips, pushing them down his legs. He kicked out of them, standing in front of her in only his tighty whities, his hard cock stretching the fabric in front.

He lifted her onto the bed, her legs hanging over the side. He knelt in front of her. His hands on her thighs spread her legs further apart. Gently he ran his tongue up her pussy lips. Her whole body shuddered as she groaned out his name. His thumbs spread her lips apart as he drove his tongue deeper inside of her. She twined her hands in his hair, holding his head tighter to her and wrapped her legs around him. He slid a finger deep inside her, twisting it, trying to hit the spot she liked. Even after all this time, he still knew which buttons to push to turn her on. He felt her pussy muscles contract around his finger as he hit the spot. He knew she was nearing orgasm and he wanted her to cum hard. He ran his tongue over her clit, slowly at first, then increasing the speed and pressure. When she cried out that she was going to cum, he slid a second finger deep inside her and sucked hard on her clit, raking his teeth against it.

She screamed out his name, her upper body rising off the bed from the intensity, her hands holding his mouth tight against her clit. Her juices flowed out of her, drenching his fingers. 

Her legs dropped off his shoulders as her body continued to shudder. He licked her lips again, lapping up her juices. He slid one of his soaked fingers in his mouth, sucking it clean. He slid the other finger between her lips. Her eyes flew open and locked on his as she tasted herself on his skin. He knelt over her for a minute, kissing her deeply, letting her clean her juices off his chin with her tongue. She loved kissing him when she could taste herself on him.

He moved off the bed. He grabbed a condom out of his travel bag and walked back to her. Standing next to the bed, he dropped his briefs and started to sheathe himself in the condom. "Wait," she said. He stopped. She reached out a hand and grasped his big cock. He groaned slightly and closed his eyes. His groan became louder as she ran her tongue around his head and sucked deeply, pulling him more into her mouth. She quickly pulled away and his eyes opened. She was lying back on the bed grinning up at him. "Hey, sailor."

He laughed as he finished putting the condom on and crawled into bed with her. They had always had fun in bed, even besides the sex, talking and laughing and he did miss that. He pulled the covers up over them and lay on top of her. He kissed her for a few minutes, teasing her tongue with his. She could feel the head of his cock against her pussy lips, feel his hair against her still-sensitive clit. He kissed her ear, running his tongue around the edge, plunging it inside, making her gasp. Her body arched up against his, pressing closer. He kissed her neck, sucking lightly again, trying not to leave a mark. He trailed his lips down to her breasts again, flicking his tongue across one nipple and then the other. He propped himself up on his elbows and held both tits together, sucking both nipples at a time, running his tongue quickly back and forth over them.

"Are you ready, baby?" She nodded, her big brown eyes wide with anticipation. He tried to go slowly, knowing it had been a while for her and not wanting to hurt her. It hadn't been that long for him, but it had been a long time since he was with her, and he still remembered the effect her tight wet pussy had on his cock. The both gasped at the intial contact when he slid his head inside her. Even with the condom, he could still feel how wet she was. His cock hardened even more, knowing that he was the one who had done that. 

She felt him pause as he hardened. She knew he was going slow so he wouldn't hurt her. It had been a long time for her and she had made no secret about that in front of him. She knew as well that he had taken at least one other lover since they had split. The thought of it still made her sick to her stomach, but knowing that he was with her now, and not with the other girl, made her feel a little better. "It's OK, love. You're not hurting me." She saw a flicker of something in his eyes at the term she used, but she ignored it. She slid her body a little further down the bed, pulling his cock deeper inside her pussy. He hissed out her name as he felt her lips close even more tightly around his cock. She looked up at him. "Kiss me," she breathed. He did, fiercely, passionately, like he did when they had first become lovers. She cupped her hands around his hot ass and pulled him to her. He groaned against her lips as his cock sank all the way inside of her, hitting bottom. She wrapped her legs around his lower back, holding him tightly to her as her hands moved up to his head, not letting him break the kiss.

She kissed him back just as passionately. She broke the kiss and he buried his face in her neck again, breathing hard. She ran her tongue around his ear, teasing him, before plunging her tongue inside his ear. His whole body shuddered. She put her hands behind her knees and pulled them up closer to her chest. He slid even deeper inside her. She cried out, half in pain, half in pleasure, as she came. Her eyes widened and her body arched slightly. She saw the look of concern in his eyes, but it changed to pleasure when he realized he had just made her cum again. 

He grinned down at her. He loved the things he could make her body do, loved the reactions she had to him. He pushed himself up off her and watched her as she closed her eyes again, her breathing fast, her chest rising and falling, the flush spread across her cheeks and her breasts. He watched her pull her knees even closer to her chest, knowing that he liked being as deep inside her as she could handle. He felt her body arch below him as she tried to take even more of his long thick cock into her tight pussy. 

He wished he could love her again, love her as much as she wanted him to, love her as much as she deserved. He had tried so hard, tried to force himself to do it. That had been a disaster. He had ended up hurting her even more than if he had just ended it sooner. He really had loved her when this all started, still loved her in his own way, just not the way she wanted. He didn't know if he was capable of being with just one person again. When he was with her, he didn't want to be anywhere else, he thought maybe he could love her, maybe they could try it again. But when they were apart, he found himself watching other women, thinking about them, and he knew they could never be together. She deserved more than that, and as much as it bothered him, he knew someday she would find a guy who would give her everything he couldn't. And then he knew he would lose her forever.

As if he had spoken aloud, her eyes opened. She again caught the fleeting look on his face. She reached a hand up to cup the side of his face. Her thumb brushed across his lips and he caught it in his teeth. She lowered her legs and wrapped them around him again. She smiled up at him. "Roll us over, baby," she whispered. "I want to ride your cock." That made him grin. 

He pulled out of her and lay on his back. She straddled him, one hand holding her lips apart, the other guiding his cock inside her. She moaned softly. She loved the way he felt inside of her, the way he filled her up. She ran her fingers through his soft chest hair, raking her nails lightly across his nipples, and then trailing them down his sides. His body shivered. She rocked up and down on his cock, pulling her lips up his shaft and then sliding them back down around him. She slid her finger down to her pussy, wetting it with her juices. Her eyes locked with his she rubbed her clit hard and fast with her wet finger. His hands on her shoulders held her tightly on his cock and within a few seconds, she came hard, her juices dripping down his cock and balls. She cried out his name again, her hands curled on his chest, her eyes wide as she tried to slow her racing heart. "You alright, baby?" She nodded, trying to catch her breath. "Good." He pressed his thumb to her ultra sensitive clit and rubbed hard. She screamed this time as she came again. 

He leaned forward and flicked his tongue across her nipples. She shuddered. He sat up even more and covered her lips with his. She wrapped her arms and her legs around him and kissed him back. He wrapped his arms around her, his hands on her ass, pulling her tighter. He ran his fingertips down her back, pressing hard on each side of her spine. She groaned against his lips and arched her body more toward him. He kissed the side of her neck again, trailing his lips down to her breasts to tease her. He raked his teeth across her nipples and made her cum again.

God she loved this man, she thought as ran her hands up and down his back. She wasn't stupid. She knew that he didn't love her back. She wasn't even sure if he had ever loved her, although she hoped he had at least at the beginning. She would've done anything to make him love her again. She had tried to make him love her before and failed. That had been a total fiasco and had driven him even further away. She knew there was nothing more she could do and that hurt her so much. She knew she should cut all contact with him, no flirting, no texting, but she didn't want to. She wanted him back so badly it hurt. She knew he would never again love her back, even though she hoped and wished and prayed for it every day. She felt her eyes fill with tears and again angrily blinked them away. She didn't want him to see her cry, not this time, not now.

He moved his head from her chest and looked up at her. She unwrapped her legs from him as he lay back down. She leaned forward to kiss him again, her tongue teasing his. She broke the kiss and buried her face in his neck. He ran his fingers through her hair, pulling lightly. "Baby, get on your stomach," he whispered in her ear. She lifted her head from his neck and grinned at him.

She slid off his cock and lay flat on her stomach across the bed. He straddled her from behind. "Slide that ass back here, baby." She lifted her ass slightly in the air and wiggled back to him. She reached under her body to spread her lips and help guide him inside her. This was a position they both enjoyed. He thrust deep inside her, forcing a groan out of her. He covered her back with his body. He captured her hands in his and pulled them closer to their bodies. She felt his breath on her neck and turned her face toward his. He kissed her, plunging his tongue in her mouth. He stroked in and out of her, hard and fast. "Are you ready to cum?" he asked. She nodded. He gave a powerful thrust, pushing his cock deep inside her pussy and she screamed his name as she came, her pussy muscles clenching his cock tighthly, her body writhing below his. He did it a second time a few minutes later, this time kissing her after she screamed. The third time he thrust deeply into her, she pushed back against, forcing him even deeper inside her. He cried out as she screamed on this orgasm. "Ah baby, I'm gonna cum too." She thrust her body even harder against his as he pounded into her one last time, their hands girpping each other tightly. He cried out her name as he came deep inside her. She felt his cock pulsing as he emptied his load in the condom. His body continued to shudder against hers as he came. 

He stayed on her back for a few minutes, still inside her, still clutching her hands. She loved the feel of his body on hers like this, the closeness. She felt so safe, so protected. After a few minutes, he slid his cock out of her. He was still hard and that always amazed her. She heard him in the bathroom, cleaning up. He came back into the bathroom with a warm wet washcloth. She had rolled over onto her, facing the door. He gently wiped her juices off her inner thighs and pussy. He tossed the washcloth on the floor and crawled back into bed with her. He pulled the covers back up over them and wrapped his arms around her. He laid his head on her chest, the soft hair on his face tickling her skin. She wrapped her arms around him, stroking his head. 

She gave a deep shuddering breath. "Are you OK?" he asked.

"Yes, baby. Are you?"

"Yes, just tired." He snuggled deeper to her. Her skin was so soft, and she smelled so good. He kissed the side of her breast.

"Close your eyes, love. Take a nap." She continued to stroke his head, staring off into space. She kissed him on the forehead, then shifted slightly so her back was pressed against his chest. He shifted too, unconsciously moving his arm around her waist to pull her tight against him, his other arm wrapped around her as well, his hand holding hers to her body. He brushed his lips against her ear. After several minutes, his breathing slowed and became more even. She knew he had fallen asleep. "I love you, baby," she said in barely a whisper and this time when the tears started, she let them fall silently.

He knew she was crying, but he knew that calling attention to it would only make it worse. He just held her even more tightly and let her cry. He felt her body shake very slightly from the sobs and wished there was something he could do to fix it. He knew there was nothing he could do. So he lay there, holding her tightly while she sobbed, thinking that if he was a crying man, he'd be crying too. He had told her once a long time ago that if her heart broke so would his. And it was true. 



One Last Time...Before I Go



Let me tell you about Jessica, this girl I've known since the 11th grade. At first I thought she was a nerdy musical theatre girl, but as time went on she became a real rocket. She's about 5' 3'', 32-20, thin brown eyes with hair colour that changes literally every month. Although her tits are only a B cup, they go great with that amazing ass of hers. She started dating my buddy Bill and after a few years I reunited with her becoming best friends in the process. After a while Bill stopped showing interest to her and more to other girls which lead to their breakup. Anyways, time went on and she moved away and I developed this schoolboy crush for her, but the nerdy vibe I gave off lead her to think I was clingy so whenever I asked her to hang out she shoed me away. Eventually I caught onto this and asked her to hook up although I was deleting her from my friends list on facebook. Her response - she blocked me, and we didn't speak for a few months.

One day one of my buddies asked me to come out to a pool party near his place for Canada Day, and since I had nothing better to do I came out. Surely enough as soon as I arrived I noticed Jessica there in a black skin tight dress. I didn't want to cause her any trouble so I immediately dismissed myself. from the party But as I was leaving, she came out and asked me to stay, than she took me by the hand for a walk down the road. I told her that I had secretly always wanted to hook up with her and I used that thought that maybe she would want to if I got my GED (seeing as we hung out with a bunch of stoners) and that if I was trying to get a hold of her it was for business purposes only. I also told her that all I wanted was to be civil if she wanted me to stay and to not hate me. Than to my suprise, she planted a passionate kiss on my lips and sucked away at my face for a good 5 minutes. 

Eventually we made our way back to the pool and needless to say everything was more than good, Jessica was by my side the whole night. We were dancing, and drinking, and overall just having a good juvenile time. Later in the night, we made our way to the basement where she sat on my lap. Eventually she took control of the music and told me to relax, she started to put on "Right Round Instrumental" by Ti-Gress and started doing a striptease dance right in front of me. Eventually she put her hands on my knees and started whipping her hair around, than started to grind up against me in a sitting position. Certainly enough she started to make out with me afterwards than whispered in my ear that we should go somewhere more private.

She took me by the hand and we went upstairs, we figured no one was up there so we'd sneak into my buddies parents room to fuck. As soon as we got in the room she shoved me onto the bed and closed the door. She got on top of me and we continued to make out, I trailed some kisses down her neck and undid the straps from her dress and bra to reveal her tits. As soon as they were free I sucked on them hungrily like I was 10 months old. She let out light moans and held my head close to them and began to rub my crotch, as I went to work. 

Eventually she let go out my head and undid my belts followed by my pants freeing my 7 inch erection for her. She began to suck it as I moaned in pure delight. I reached down and started to massage her tits again as she continued to bob on my rod. After she lent up she slid up like a sexy snake as I let her out of her dress completely and she took off my shirt. I laid her down on the bed with her legs spread wide and stuck my cock inside her pussy. She moaned loudly as I entered her.

I began to give light, slow pumps as she moaned. She was very tight as I expected as I rocked back and forth. "Oh! Oh yeah Alan! Your cock feels so nice inside me." I started to pick up my pace as she rubbed her clit for me. I drilled her harder and faster as she began to moan louder and louder. I was sure the other people at the party could hear her as I could lightly hear people outside because the window was open. She was surely enjoying herself though as her moans were definitely ensuring satisfaction. 

Finally she came on my cock as I started to slow down to feel the rush of her juices flow onto my cock. After this I picked her up off the bed and put her on top of me, she began to pick up her pace now that she was in control. At this point as she moaned in pure delight "YES! YES! Fuck me Alan!". She slowed herself down and started doing gyration movements on my cock, she than put her hands on my chest than whispered into my ear "Oh don't worry, big boy. I'm not done yet".

She began to pick up her pace again as screaming in pure delight. She bucked wildly on my cock as she slammed her pussy hard and fast down on me. I grabbed a hold of her hips and pushed up hard to match my thrusts with hers. She started to sweat and scream in the pure pleasure of it all and I knew I could not eventually hold up anymore, my cock started to pulse inside her pussy as I was giving her my all. "Harder! Fuck me harder Alan!" she commanded "Cum inside me Alan, I want to feel your hot cum inside my pussy."

I did not fail to oblige as I gave her a few really hard, fasts thrusts than shot my steamy thick load deep inside her. She began licking her lips and slowing her down her pace as my cock continued to twitch inside her pussy. After she came to a stop she leaned down and gave me another passionate kiss, she than whispered in my ear. "Oh my Alan, you're a machine!" I smiled as I began to suck on her nipples once again as my cock softened inside of her. She than slid off of me and we both started to get dressed, than went back to the party.

I was suprised nobody knew that we had fucked, because she had a trail of cum down her leg that had seaped out from when I came inside her. But everybody was probably too busy having a good time to really notice so we definitely made the most of the night. Time went on and she unblocked me and re-added me to facebook, than after I came back from College in Kelowna BC back to Woodstock, Ontario (the dump I call home) for the holidays, we started seeing each other again.

Eventually I came home again for one month in the summer and we started seeing each other again, and although she told me in the past that she had never wanted to date anybody that she had sex with.. she was showing an elevated interest and we eventually started dating. Now we both rent a house together in Kelowna as I am currently taking a Marketing course at College while she is working full time at a local retirement home. And although we still find time to fuck like animals every single day with our busy schedules, nothing will compare to that first time we hooked up at my buddy's party.



One Last Time, Maybe?



(This is pure fantasy.

This is for my Kitten.

This is my last story for her. Unless we get back together...)

Chris is sitting there in that card shop, again. Playing card games and trading cards. He's having fun and talking to all his friends there. Almost forgetting about Beth, but how can he? She hangs over him like the sun in his thoughts. He really loved; no still loves her. He moved out of his parents and moved closer to the card shop. In fact he now lives in a nice apartment on the other side of town with a friend from the shop. He gets online once in awhile. He and she exchange messages every so often. Not as often as he would like, but they both have thrown themselves into work. He wonders if Beth misses him. It's been well over a month since they broke up again for what is to be the last time. He thinks about her and the times he down the many opportunities that he has had to get his dick wet. He still tells anyone hitting on him that he is taken. 

Chris sits there and recalls the one time they tried to see each other. They wanted one last fuck. He couldn't do it. He thought he could and chickened out at the last minute. He didn't want to let go like that. He didn't know how he wanted to let go. He just wanted it over so he could move on, but that didn't work out so good for him so far. It was a month ago, he thinks quietly, shuffling cards and wanting her to call. He prays for one more chance to see her face, to kiss her, to make love to her, one last time. In an instant, his phone begins to ring. Buzzing with a life of it's own. 

He looks and sees her number. 

He picks up.

"Hi?" He creeks.

"Hello?" She asks.

He smiles at the sound and tells her,

"Hi Beth, what's going on?"

She takes in a long breath,

"Can you come over, tonight?"

He sits still and thinks, then speaks, almost stammering,

"I thought you were you were interested seeing someone? I mean your last email talked about this new guy that you have yet to interview? So I am guessing my application got passed over, you told me it was ok to put it in."

She pauses,

"I have let him know where and when his interview is."

He looks into space as if it was her face and speaks,

"So, why are you calling me?"

She is now smiling and tells him,

"You need to be at the guys house at 3 pm on Tuesday."

He is stunned and begins to speak,

"Me, you want to hire me? What about our past? What about the stuff? Are you sure?"

She laughs at him, 

"Yeah, maybe you can quit that video store job. Come over here and we can talk some more."

He looks around, tears in his eyes and says,

"Yeah, I owe you a fuck. I will be over in 15."

She looks out her window, almost wanting to see him running down the street and says,

"Baby, just get here. We need to talk."

He simply says,

"Yes."

He arrives on time for once in his life. He knocks on the door and she opens it with out even looking at who it is. She is cooking again. He wonders if the smoke alarm went off yet. She turns to see him. She walks up to him as he stands there stunned and puts one hand on his shoulder and the other behind him to shut the door. She laughs at him and kisses him with a kiss that could make absolute zero seem a tolerable temperature. They hear the smoke alarm. BEEP!    BEEP! She looks at the stove. 

"Ah shit!" She says as she runs over to it.

He looks at her they both laugh as he tells her,

"I will call for pizza."

She laughs and opens the refrigerator door grabs a couple bottles of beer. She opens one and hands it to Chris. He takes a long drink, almost drinking half the bottle.

She looks at him and tells him,

"I have to hire an assistant, someone to share and help me get all my responsibilities done. I need someone I trust and can depend on. Someone to take on one of the houses, because no one else wants to do it."

Chris looks at her, as he calls and orders pizza. Once he is done he takes another long drink and finishes the bottle. She looks at him and takes the bottle from him. She points at it and shakes her head in a yes motion. He shakes his head yes.

She grabs another opens it for him as she hands it to him.

He tells her,

"Thank you. Ok let me get this straight you want to hire me? Why?"

She looks at him and tells him,

"You know my memory. I trust you. I been thinking and missing you very much. You wanted to spend more time with me, and I know I said I wouldn't want you working with or for me, but I see how my friend and her husband are."

He takes along drink and talks about it all.

After the pizza arrives, he pays the delivery guy and shuts the door. The talk some more about the work and what she wants. Watching some movie that is mostly playing for background noise at this point. He takes another long drink. He looks at her. She looks at him. Her love is there. She seems so different, so not her self. Chris starts to speak again,

"So, what am I here for exactly? I mean you have a lot of other people that are more suited for the job. So again I ask you why pick me."

She looks at him and tells him,

"Chris, I want you back, I been thinking and talking to everyone. Yes I tried to date to forget about you, but I never let them get me in bed, mostly because I don't think any of them can do for me what you can. I tried to let go, but I saw your face when I closed my eyes at night. I started to think I saw you wherever I went. I realized that I really love you and that I wasn't really fair to you, to us. I also know you weren't very fair either."

He looks at her and shakes his head yes. He thinks she is on a roll and isn't about to stop her.

"I want you Chris. I can have my son, work and mostly you in my life and I can do it."

She continues. 

"I want you to know if you agree to get back with me this time, it's going to be the last. I am not going to put up with any of your shit. No games. No lies. Just us. Got me."

He looks at her, 

"So you thought you would call me over for our last fuck and spring this on me?"

She looks at him and says, 

"I am not expecting you to say yes to us, but I know I just can't let you go. If you want the job it's yours. As am I"

She stands before he can speak. She kisses him, right there on the sofa. They make out like their mouths to do this, needed to feel the other. Like this kiss was meant only for their for mouths. It was hot and burning. Like the sun hot. The kiss felt so good it was almost painful like it would hurt more if they stopped. She started feeling his body as their tongues played and moved against each other. She reaches for the hardness she knew she would find. God she miss that thing, but not as much as I miss him, she thought. He groans at her touch, like she has been touching him forever. She decides she has to feel it more than just through his pants. She kneels in front of him and beings to unzip and unbutton those jeans of his. She doesn't break the kiss, and she is glad.

She hasn't been this hot for anyone in her life. She actually takes it like a sign of how much she truly wants him in her life. She breaks the kiss and gives him a sly smile as she feels the cock she is making hard. She pulls off his pants, kisses him, and pulls off his boxers to around his feet. She smiles as thinks thank god he wore those damn flip-flops.

She looks at his dick and looks up at him. She scoots up close. Looking at his cock. Like she is trying to decide if she wants him to cum in her mouth or inside her. She wants both, but which one first. She looks at him. He just looks at her as he touches her face. God I missed that touch, kiss, cock, and the look of love. She just thinks fuck it. She just gulps down his cock down her throat. She knows how to do this. She takes it as far down as she can. Waiting for him to run his hands through her hair. Waiting for the handfuls that he will grab. He does. She brings her head up and sucks hard on the tip. Then goes back down. Her hand following. He moans,

"God, Kitten. Have you missed doing this to me?"

She looks up at him and smiles, 

"You know, I have. I really never like doing this for anyone, but you. Now shut the fuck up! Enjoy what we are about to do; we can talk all you want after. I have to fuck you. NOW." 

He looks at her, surprised by her brashness. He loves it. God he's missed her.

She descends her head down again on to his throbbing cock. He moans. She brings her starts at his feet working his pants and boxers off. Then runs her hand up his legs to under his ass. She grabs each cheek in hand and pulls him into her mouth. He moans, grabs her head, and pushes her head down, driving his dick deep down her throat. She thinks this is the farthest I have taken a dick, god I must love him. She removes her hands and beings to stroke his cock as she bobs her head up and down. She starts to take her time as she notices his breathing getting faster and the moans becoming louder. He must be close she thinks as she continues her quest for him to release. He is just enjoying the sensations she is giving him. He remembers that she doesn't like him to cum in her mouth, but she doesn't seem to care. He pulls her head off his cock and she fights him, knowing how close he is to cumming. He pulls her face to her and they kiss, passionate and wanting. He stands up, breaks the kiss, and removes his t-shirt, as he sits her down in the place that held his naked ass. 

She sits down and knows, how desperately wants what he is going to do next. He kisses her as she pulls off her shirt. He unhooks her bra, with one hand. They are amazing each other, since they haven't pulled their lips from each other. He tosses the bra aside and beings to kiss with more fire, more passion, and she accepts it all the fire. He begins to kiss down her neck. God the neck kisses, she thinks, I missed those too. He kisses, licks, bites, and sucks. He stops, because he doesn't want to leave a hickey. She grabs his head and pushes it into her neck. 

"God that feels good, baby. I don't care leave a mark if you must, do whatever you want." She tells him breathlessly. 

He doesn't answer and doesn't do it. He just starts kissing down her body. God she is so beautiful, does she know how much I love her or how beautiful I think she is. He gets to her breasts that he was already playing with, making those nipples hard. He can't wait to take each one in his mouth and he does. She moans with delight as he bites and pulls on them hard with his mouth. He sucks and blows on them, as he moves on the other, not forgetting about it. He looks at it and begins to give it the same treatment as the other before it. She moans and pulls his head up to her's and they kiss as if he should have never left her mouth unattended. He runs his hands down to her legs and tries to pull off her pants. She lets him and helps. He really isn't surprised to find her not wearing panties. He smiles as he continues to kiss her. They are now both naked in her living room. He doesn't look long, knowing how self-conscious she is about being naked in front of him. He moves down her body with his tongue, hands, and lips, as he is able to get his mouth away from her's. He moves his head down and she settles back on to the couch. She knows what is next.

She quivers as he plants light kisses on her pussy. Parting her lips with his tongue, finding her wet and oh so ready. He couldn't imagine doing this to any woman other than her. He wants to taste her, no has to taste her. He runs his tongue over her pussy. He starts to dive his tongue into her wet hole and then runs up to her clit. He starts to suck and bite on it. She moans and beings to move her hips as if she is trying to get comfortable. She wiggles and writhes as he sucks, bites, and licks that clit of hers. She moans his name, like she is reminding him that is he who is doing this to her. He brings his right hand to her hot and wet hole. He wiggles a finger inside her slowly and brings it back out, and then he does it again. He so getting caught up in the moment brings that finger to her mouth, which she accepts. She licks and sucks on it. Tasting her wetness on his finger, as she thinks, wow I don't taste too bad. I see why he likes tasting me. She begins to get wetter at the thought. She can't take anymore as he slows down and teases her. Then starts all over. It terrible, she thinks he can't tease me forever, well he can, but I don't fucking want him to. He decides to just make her cum.

"That's it baby, make me cum, and don't stop. Taste me, taste my pussy. Taste how wet I am for you. Chrissssssssssssssssssssss."

She almost screams as her hands are clutching the cushions of the sofa. 

He licks it as she descends from her first orgasm, knowing that there will be many more to follow. Only severing to make her clit just that more sensitive. He stands as she pulls his head away from her quivering pussy. She pulls me down on to her. She feels him slip right in on the first try. She moves ass back and her legs further apart.

"Fuck me now, baby. Oh my god, please Chris fuck me!"

She tells him as she grabs his ass. He moves in and out, fucking her. She wiggles her ass again trying to grind against him like they both like. She looks at him and she pulls his head in for a kiss. He begins to move the way likes and feels her self already wetter and ready for the next orgasm. She feels it build as she thinks they should fuck out here more often. She looks at him and he her. The looks they give are so intense and full of love, she wonders if she can keep this wonderful man all to herself. She realizes she can. She smiles and starts to cum again. Repeating his name and he is calling her's, as her pussy contracts around his hard cock in a mutual orgasm that turns them both more on. He cums deep inside her and she feels him throb still calling his name, if now that has only become a whisper on her lips. 

She keeps him there and still. She wants him to fuck her again; she can still feel how hard he is.

She pulls him in for a kiss and gets it. 

Then she moves his head so she as she speaks into his ear,

"Baby give it to me again, make me cum on that very nice cock of yours. That cock of yours treats my pussy so fucking good."

He smiles getting turned on by her words. He tells her,

"Baby, your pussy and mouth treat my cock so good, I HAVE to return the favor."

He starts to move again in and out, grinding, pulling all the way out, and slamming back in hard. They both can't believe how hard he is still. Her body starts to move under it's own power and he stops as he watches. Her body starts to move from underneath him grinding hard. She starts to feel herself cum again. Now she wants to make him cum for her. She pushes him off her and smiles. She stands up and pulls him to her. They start to kiss and she pushes him back where she was. She laughs at how easy he moves for her. Then the lust that has built makes her mount him, before he has a chance to get comfortable. She raises her hips and takes his cock in her hands. She places it at the entrance of her hot hole. She slams down on him hard and rides.

He grabs her ass and shows her how he likes her to move. She lets him have a little control when she is on top. Then as she rides him, she grabs both of his hands and pins him. She decides to take control and see if this makes him cum. He tries to pull free and she doesn't let him. She moves in ways he hasn't felt before. This is new to them both, and she knows he likes it. He moans her name; he calls her Kitten, and tells her to make him cum. She smiles and tells him that she loves his cock inside her. She tells him to cum for her, come on baby, cum for me.

He struggles to get free as he yells her name and fills her pussy, again. She continues to ride not caring if he has cum. She feels her orgasm build again. She feels him still cumming. She thinks she is hitting his sweet spot. He feels her pussy starting to contract. She closes her eyes and yells his name tills she hits the top.

"Fuck, Chris, god baby, how do you fucking do that?" 

She tells him as she falls to his side in a heap. 

"I love you, Kitten."

He tells her as he moves in for a kiss.

She touches his chest and tries to stand. 

"Where you going?" 

He asks her as she staggers down the hall to her bedroom.

"Baby, we aren't done, but I need a break. Follow me or you get none.."

She tells him as she disappears behind her bedroom door. 

He runs and tells her,

"Wait Kitten."

He opens the door and she lies there on her bed legs wide open. She curls a finger and repeats her motions with it gesturing come here. He does.

He climbs on top of her. Her hands move to his cock. She takes it in both hands and starts to make him hard again. She looks at him,

"This isn't the last fuck, baby. It's our new beginning."

He looks at her and smiles, 

"I will take the job. The perks are already beginning!"

She looks at him and tells him,

"You are a pervert."

He replies,

"You were swearing up a storm, I think it's you."

She pulls his cock inside.

"No more jokes, just fuck me with that hard dick of yours and I will suck you off."

He smiles and whispers,

"See?"