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4 Seasons of a Life Ch. 01

By: bb1212



Chapter 1: Spring

Spring is the time in a young man’s life,
Where he first looks for a mate.
He’s young and he’s green,
But he’s mighty keen,
And he goes like a bull at a gate.

*

Gippsland, Australia 1945.

I was eighteen the day the war ended and had just missed out on joining up. To be honest I was quite disappointed. When our side was winning the men in uniform had all the girls hanging off them. We boys that were too young to fight were expected to just sit quietly in the background and let the soldiers have their glory. Sure, there were plenty of kids my age in the war but in the country everyone knows everyone and my father had made sure the local recruiting officers knew I was too young and was not to go.

After the war was over we had a welcome home dance in the local town hall and I was allowed to go on the condition that I took the 1937 Chev farm pickup and helped cart stuff, set up and pack up. I didn't care, it was an event and I got to be there. My Dad was not coming because he had been injured in the Great War (or the First World War as it became known because of the second) and could not dance, and Mum said she was not interested. This amazed me at the time as Mum was a great gossip and she would never miss an opportunity to catch up with the other ladies from the area. Later I worked out that she was worried that Dad would get depressed and do something stupid. Both my brothers were not yet returned from the Pacific, so for the first time in my life I took the Chev and went to a dance on my own.

I got to the dance early with a load of tables and I helped set up the streamers and banners. Soon the first people started to arrive and when the band started playing the night was away. It all went well for a while but then some Americans arrived. In those days there was a lot of resentment toward those American able-bodied men who spent the war in Australia not at the front. The saying was they were "over paid, over sexed and over here". So that night not only were they over here but they had crashed our celebration too. The worst thing was their senior officer, a Major, outranked our senior officer. This made things awkward as the Americans started playing up to the local girls and the only American who had brought his own girl was the Major who's daughter had come with him. 

As the night continued and more whiskey and beer was consumed, the tensions grew. I saw an American soldier who had been making time with Emily Johnson go out to the toilet and a group of our soldiers followed him out. After a short time the Australians came back but no American. A little later another American went out the back and the same Australians followed. This time there was yelling and some more Americans followed. From there the whole thing turned into a brawl. The American Major went to our Captain and suggested they try to stop it together but the Captain was drunk and just told him to piss off. The Major then went out the back. The next thing we heard were shots and we all ran out. 

Two Australian soldiers had been shot and the Major was standing there with his pistol drawn. Some Australian soldiers that could run had done so, but the Major kept quite a few there at gunpoint. By the time the local cop arrived many of the Australians were gone but the Americans were all there as they had arrived in one truck and the Major would not let them leave. The first soldier who had disappeared was found and he had been badly beaten up. It was about then the rain set in and I clearly remember the cries of the injured and the blood running down the path, and then I knew how lucky I was to have not gone to war. The soldiers all ignored it but I threw up in the garden. The American Major saw this and summoned me over.

"What's your name, son?" he asked.

"David, Sir." I replied nervously.

"How old are you?" he asked, in a tone that suggested some sympathy.

"Er, eighteen Sir." I gulped, a bit embarrassed by throwing up and very shy to be the center of attention this way.

"Don't worry son", the Major said kindly, "I just want to know a few things. Have you been drinking tonight and which way do you live?"

"No Sir, I don't drink," I answered, "and our place is about twenty miles east of town, near the river."

"Did you come with anyone else tonight?" then he yelled, "Don't move, I'm still watching you." as one of the soldiers tried to fade out of sight. We all jumped, but me more than the others. The soldier moved in again like nothing had happened but his mates all grinned. "Come on son," said the Major, "I asked you a question."

"I drove here on my own Sir." I stammered nervously. The Major looked like he was trying to be nice but he scared the hell out of me.

"Right," said the Major, "Come here Wendy." and his daughter walked over to him. I had not paid attention to her earlier as protective Americans had continuously surrounded her. Wendy was about five and a half foot tall and had long brown hair tied in a loose ponytail. She was pretty without any makeup on and her dress was well rounded suggesting a good healthy figure. Wendy looked as nervous as I felt and with the scrutiny of the Australian soldiers being so obvious I can't say I didn't blame her. "David," said the Major, using my name for the first time, "I'm going to be tied up here for some time and Wendy needs to get back home. Can I trust you to get her home safely to the base?"

We all knew where the Americans were and it was on the way for me but if he had asked me to take her to the moon I would have said yes just to get this nerve-wracking interview over with. "Yes Sir," I said "I can take her as soon as we pack up."

"No son, take her now, they can pack up without you." The Major was used to giving orders and I was in no position to argue. "Wendy," he said, "go home with David." She didn't move. "Now." He said firmly. Wendy walked over to me and we left. The Major had his attention on the soldiers in front of him and he did not even see us go. 

No one paid any attention to us we walked through the hall, the party was well and truly over and all the action was outside. I did manage to find Mrs. Watson and tell her I had to take Wendy home.

"That's nice dear." She said absently as she stared out the window trying to keep up with what was happening. I thought to myself Mum will be kicking herself for weeks for missing this, as there will be no other topic of conversation in town for a very long time.

Wendy quietly followed me and I opened the door of the Chev for her.

"I can't..." she said and then laughed. Wendy was quite pretty when she laughed. "I'll never get used to you having the steering wheel on the wrong side," she giggled, "I thought you wanted me to drive and I can't." Wendy's accent was funny but I still managed to understand her.

"No worries," I said, "Dad would be pretty upset if I let anyone else drive it anyway." Wendy got in then so did I. I started the truck and took off, jerking a bit because the crash box was getting pretty worn and I was still shaken by the encounter with the Major.

Wendy had gone back to invisible. She seemed to fade into the background and not really be there unless there was a reason. As I drove I thought about what I could have done to help. I should have stopped the first soldier getting bashed by coming out in the nick of time, I should have got the Captain out to fix things before the Major did, I should have...

"I hate him." Mary's voice cut through my childish thoughts.

"I beg your pardon?" I asked, well trained in manners at least.

"I hate my father," said Wendy, "he manipulates people and looks like he cares but he is only interested in his job."

"He must love you." I said thinking how I had been railroaded into taking her home.

"When it suits him," she said, "he just fixed you to get me out of the way so he could get on with the important job of getting those Australians into trouble."

"Really?" How, I thought, does she know what I am thinking?

"He has that effect on everyone," Wendy said, "they think for hours how they could have done something so he didn't come out the hero, but no one does."

I had no answer for that so I just concentrated on driving. In those days the cars were pretty unstable with poor suspension driving conventional tires and there were plenty of potholes where the roads were not needed by the military. We bumped and bounced without seat belts and had to hang on tight. Then the rain hit again. 

"Damn." I said.

"What's the matter?" Wendy asked.

"Oh, sorry," I said, "I forgot you were in the truck. The wiper packed up last week and we haven't managed to fix it yet."

The rain got heavier and with the old six-volt lamps it was getting pretty hard to see without a wiper.

"Should we pull over?" Wendy asked sounding a bit worried.

"We'll have to, at least until the rain slows." I answered looking for a suitable place. Then I saw the turn off to the pond, where we all used to go swimming, I pulled off and drove to the park at the end behind the trees. Not surprisingly there was no one there.

"Where are we?" Wendy asked.

"The local swimming hole." I said, and turned the motor off.

The rain drummed on the roof as it got heavier and the clouds totally blocked the moon making our night vision very limited. Wendy said something but I couldn't hear her.

"What?" I said, "I can't hear you over this noise."

Wendy looked at me and lowered her eyes. She moved her head closer to mine and said, "I'm scared."

Wendy looked scared, the colour had drained from her face, and she was shivering. "There's nothing to be scared of Wendy," I said, my mouth close to her ear so she could hear me "the storm will pass and then we can get back on the road. There's no-one out there and just me in here, I promise I don't bite, not even Americans."

I was rewarded with a faint smile. "It's so dark and noisy," she whispered in my ear, "and I'm cold." She snuggled up against my body so I could feel her shivering.

I put my arms around Wendy and hugged her to me. "I don't have a blanket or anything, I'm sorry."

"Just hold me." Wendy whispered. So I held her tight. We stayed in that position for a few minutes as the rain poured down harder than ever. Wendy's shivering slowed and then stopped as we shared our combined warmth. I had never managed to get this close to a girl before and the warmth of her body and the feel of her breasts pressing into my chest made my dick harden, much to my embarrassment, but fortunately she didn't notice.

"David?" she asked quietly, so I could just hear her.

"Yes?" I whispered back.

"Have you ever er.. done it with a girl?"

My mind reeled. How did she know how horny I was? "I uh... well no."

"Don't be embarrassed," she whispered, "I haven't done it either. What do you think it would be like?"

How do you answer a question like that? I was eighteen and that was a subject I and my mates had pondered at length. I had heard of people who had done it but any description was "It was great," or something like that. I had seen plenty of animals having sex and it seemed to be more of a struggle than a pleasure for them. Even with my mates we were guarded about it but none of us had claimed we had done it yet so all the discussions were just guesses.

"It must be nice," I said lamely, "because so many people want to do it."

Wendy cuddled me tighter. "I think about it a lot being around soldiers who just talk about it all the time. Sometimes they look at me and the same look can make me feel like a Queen or make me feel like dirt."

"Wow." I said, my brain not being able to keep up with the idea and talk intelligently at the same time.

"I have heard some of the girls who work on the base talking," Wendy continued, as if I had not said anything, "and they say most men only want their own pleasure and won't look after the girl."

I was more excited than I had ever been but this was going way too fast for me to understand. How does a man give a woman pleasure? What does Wendy want? Does she just want to talk about this to see how embarrassed I get? What about her father? Oh no, what would the Major do if I touched his daughter. I jumped suddenly and pushed Wendy away.

"What's the matter?" Wendy asked.

"I... um... I don't think we should be doing this." I said nervously.

"It's my father isn't it?" Wendy asked, "You're scared of what the Major will do if he finds out right?"

"Well, yes." I managed to say.

"Don't worry about him," Wendy told me, "he will be in for a long night. Besides the rain is not getting any less so we may as well talk."

"I um..." I was totally lost. Wendy had me so confused I did not know what to do.

"Hold me again," said Wendy, "I'm getting cold." She cuddled right into my side and put her arms around me. I could fell her breasts pushing into my side through the thin cotton dress she was wearing.

"I don't think this a good..." My sentence remained unfinished as Wendy kissed me. She put her hand behind my head and then put her mouth over mine and put her tongue in my mouth. I was so shocked I almost bit her tongue. Her tongue was moving around in my mouth and it felt weird, but nice.

Wendy pulled her mouth from mine and said, "You have to use your tongue too." Then kissed me again. This time my mouth was shut and I tried to keep it shut but her tongue pushed and probed until I opened up and let it in. The kiss started as it would with two who had never tried to kiss like this before. We clashed teeth, we bumped noses, we forgot to breathe at times but for a very long time the kiss was not broken because one or the other would not let go. 

Finally we broke apart. We stared at each other, panting.

"Wow." I was still having trouble getting words out and that was the best I could muster.

"That was amazing, David. I felt like I was part of you." Wendy did not have trouble with words at the time. "I have always wanted to try that," she continued, "and I was not disappointed."

The rain was still pounding on the roof of the truck and the night was very cold without the motor running to keep us warm but I was numb to these things. I stared at Wendy wondering what else she had always wanted to try, and also wondering why I was still too shy to make any sort of move. I tried to will my hand to touch her breast through her dress but just could not make it happen.

"Are you OK?" Wendy asked.

"Wow." I was still lost for words.

"You made my heart beat so fast," Wendy said and taking my hand placed it on her breast just as I had wanted to, "can you feel it?"

What I felt was a soft spongy part of Wendy in my hand. She was very warm there and her nipple poked through the cotton into the palm of my hand. I sat there frozen in shock, not moving and she said, "Go on squeeze it David." I slowly squeezed and kneaded the breast through the cotton and Wendy moaned, I found the nipple in my fingers and tweaked it. "Gently." She told me, so I was more gentle. "Firm on the breast, David," she whispered, "and gentle on the nipple, it is more sensitive." I slowly rubbed the breast and nipple while Wendy moaned in pleasure. In the darkness I could just see her eyes were shut and her mouth was open so I leaned over and kissed her again.

The kiss felt like she was franticly trying to suck the life from me, her movements became frenzied and her whole body was pushing against my hand. The fire in my pants was burning furiously, my dick pushing my underpants and pants straight out my full six inches.

We eventually, again broke apart, staring at each other.

"Wow," said Wendy beating me to my entire vocabulary, "That felt so good."

"Yes." I managed a new word.

We sat there in the truck no longer noticing the rain or the cold, each contemplating what we had done. I had just had my first kiss, and managed to touch a girl, the kids I had known at school would never believe it even if I were to tell them.

"David," said Wendy eventually, "are you OK?"

"I'm overwhelmed." I told her honestly.

"I want to do it again," she said, "but this time try kissing my ears and neck as well, that is supposed to be good too." I wondered how she knew all these things, but not for long as her lips again sought mine.

Another passionate kiss and the thoughts just left my head. I managed after a while to reach for her breast again and this time I rubbed both of them. Wendy broke the kiss to nibble on my earlobe and this new sensation made me remember her last suggestion. I returned the favor and mouthed her ears and the worked down to her throat where I nibbled gently. Wendy lay her head back moaning as I kept nibbling and sucking while still rubbing those very erect nipples and holding those firm, handful sized breasts. I kissed down to the collar of her dress and as I worked my way back again she leaned into me and put her hands behind her back pushing her neck to my mouth and her breasts into my hands. 

I hesitated and Wendy moaned "Don't stop David, please don't stop." She wriggled and moaned as I resumed my kissing and sucking. I worked up to her ears and mouth and then back down the neck to her collar, which was looser now.

"Pull it down David." She moaned holding her arms in front of her now. I pulled at the collar and her dress moved down a couple of inches. I kissed the newly exposed skin and Wendy whispered "Yes, David, more." So I pulled again and more skin was there to kiss and suck on. Wendy encouraged me further down until I was kissing her cleavage and the tops of those wonderful breasts.

"More David." She moaned and this time when I pulled the dress it stuck on her arms. "More David." She insisted and I reached for the dress on her arms and pulled it down. With the arms no longer holding it up the dress fell totally away to her waist, exposing her breasts. 

"Oh, sorry." I said trying to pull it back up again.

"No, silly," Wendy said stopping my hand, "I want you to kiss them too."

I realized she had undone her dress when she reached behind her back but was amazed that she was not wearing a slip or anything underneath.

"I feel a bit daring when I dress like this," she said, reading my mind again, "and my father doesn't care enough to notice. Now touch me David."

I touched her very smooth skin and it almost made me fill my underpants, I was so excited. My hands explored her breasts and my mouth joined them. Wendy had to tell me to be gentle again when I sucked her nipple but with a bit of coaching we got it right. After some time she leaned back and shuddered throughout her body. 

"Are you all right?" I asked anxiously.

"Never better." She sighed while I was still absently stroking her. She stopped my hand and leaned forward to kiss me again. "You just got me there just on my chest." Wendy said in amazement.

"Really?" I asked, baffled.

"Not many girls are that sensitive," she said "I'm lucky."

"So am I." I told her.

"Not yet, but you will be, there's still more I want to try."

Wendy reached over and started unbuttoning my shirt.

"I'm not sure we..." I stammered.

"I am, now shhh." Said Wendy peeling my shirt back and rubbing her breasts on my chest. What a feeling, warm and exciting. I held her tight and thought all my dreams have finally come true. We kissed again and my hands explored her body, touching her arms, touching her shoulders, touching her back, touching her sides. Wendy moaned again then put her hand in my lap. I jumped.

"Wow," said Wendy, "that feels huge." She rubbed my dick through my pants bringing me closer to embarrassing myself.

"Easy." I moaned. 

"Sensitive are you?" Wendy asked, teasing.

"Very, at the moment." I gasped again when Wendy started undoing my flies. "What are you doing?" I asked needlessly.

"I want to see it." She said, undoing button after button until she was looking at the tent post in my underpants. I was frozen, just watching and wondering what I had done right to deserve this. She slowly pulled my underwear down over my dick until it was there, fully exposed, a fair amount of leakage already coming from the little hole in the end.


4 Seasons of a Life Ch. 01



"Can I touch it?" Wendy asked huskily.

"Yes," I groaned, "but I'm very close."

Wendy moved closer to get a better view and touched the end of my dick with her finger, smearing my juices around.

"Slippery." She said.

She rubbed her hand on the end and I groaned again.

"Smooth too." Wendy whispered.

My moans were constant now and she put her hand around my dick, fingers not managing to complete the circle. She pulled my foreskin back exposing the head fully and then pulled the other way covering the end.

"The skin is so loose." She said and I just continued moaning louder. 

Wendy moved her head closer and blew warm air on the end causing an even greater dribble to appear and then she astounded me by licking it off.

"Mmmmm." Wendy said what seemed to be appreciation.

"Mmmmm." I said in ecstasy.

Wendy then put her lips to the end and slowly sucked it into her mouth.

"Oh my goodness!" I moaned as she sucked the head down, then "Ouch, teeth." as she scraped them on the head.

She pulled back, said "Sorry." Then put her mouth back over with her teeth covered by her lips. I moaned yet again as she sucked me into her warm mouth and her tongue pressed into me at the same time. I felt the force building up as she started sucking me in then pulling away again over and over, her hands not touching me at all.

I only lasted about half a minute before it happened. "Look out..." I moaned but it was too late as the first spurt shot into Wendy's mouth. I expected her to pull away disgusted, but she gulped and swallowed, and not just the first shot but all the rest too. I jerked and moaned as my first orgasm not by my own hand shot into the waiting mouth of a girl I had known only for about an hour in the cab of a parked truck as the rain poured down. The wind howled with me as the rush became a trickle and then I finished.

"I'm so sorry..." I started but Wendy looked up with a huge smile on her face.

"Don't be," she said, licking her lips, "that's one of the things I wanted to try and I liked it."

"Really?" I was amazed as there was very little talk of oral sex in those days and the whole concept was unknown to me.

"Really." She answered and then hugged me tight. I nibbled her ears and throat again as I did not want to kiss her mouth after that. We hugged and fondled for a while and Wendy eventually whispered "David?"

"Yes."

"Would you do the same for me?"

"I don't know how." I said, half scared of the dirty thing suggested, half thinking I would get to see the last mystery area.

"Please David," Wendy was almost begging, "I think we can work it out between us."

Lust conquered fear and I think Wendy could have got me to do almost anything at that time.

"I'll try." I said at last.

"Oh goody." Wendy squealed and reached under her dress and lowered her underwear taking it totally off. "This feels so naughty." She said, slowly lifting the dress exposing her upper calves, then knees then up the thighs more and more until she was only just covered. I watched in anticipation, waiting for that last bit to come into view. I did not know it at the time but I was holding my breath too. Wendy hesitated, and then finally the dress came up and uncovered her. I breathed out, more disappointed than anything else. All I could see in that light was the smudge of her hair and nothing else. No magic entrance, no detail at all. I moved closer to look better and ended up kneeling on the floor in front of her. Slowly I pushed her legs apart and Wendy tensed up a bit as more detail emerged, like the ridge running down the middle of the triangle.

"David?" Wendy asked nervously.

"Yes Wendy?" I replied, not managing to tear my eyes away from her exposed privates.

"You do love me, just a little?" A quiet and uncertain question.

"I love you a lot." I looked up into her eyes and she saw my sincerity.

Wendy did not say anything but spread her legs further apart and I moved my head closer. 

I could smell the musky smell and using my hands started exploring. I brushed the curly hairs and ran my fingers around the outside of it. Wendy moaned. I then ran my finger down the slit and found I could pull the sides apart and open it up. Wendy was moaning quietly as I ran my finger up and down and finally it came to rest on what proved to be her tight little entrance.

"Push." She whispered, and I did. The tip of my finger squeezed into her. It was tight and hot and so very exciting.

"Wow." I said pushing a little more.

"In and out David," said Wendy, "let it get wet first." I pulled my finger out and then pushed it back in, gaining a bit. "That's it," Wendy whispered, "now lick." Without thinking I ran my tongue up her slit and the musky smell was a musky taste, not great but not bad either. Wendy moaned as my finger entered her deeper and deeper on each new stroke and I licked my way down to where my finger was. I pulled the finger out and pushed my tongue into her a little way. 

Wendy moaned more as I spread her open with my fingers and probed her with my tongue. After a while she said "Lick the top of the slit David, it's the most sensitive." I took my tongue out and licked my way up, finding the little hooded knob sitting out. I licked it and Wendy's moans got louder, I nibbled it and she jumped.

"Yes David, that's it." She moaned and I sucked it in deeply making her moan even more. My finger returned and slowly entered her again while I held her open where I was licking with the other hand. Wendy's juices were really flowing now as I went faster and faster with finger and tongue and Wendy started to quiver and shake. She moaned louder.

"Yes David, yes David, that's it." She moaned and finally her hole closed tight around my finger clenching and releasing as she tensed her arms and legs too, bucking up and down on the seat. She screamed her release out loud. I slowed my movements and eventually Wendy put her hand down to stop me. I looked up and smiled as she panted heavily.

"That was fantastic," Wendy whispered, "I have never felt anything like it."

I kissed my way up her stomach and as I reached her breasts I sucked her very erect nipples. My dick was hard again and it brushed between her legs. Wendy reached down and grabbed it. 

"David?" She panted.

"Yes?"

"Take me, I want you to be my first."

"But what about..." Confusion set in, I had so many conflicting thoughts, I was physically ready, I was worried about getting her pregnant, she was squeezing me and getting me worked up further, I was remembering all those sermons on restraint and sin." 

"David."

"Yes?"

"Do it," her voice was pleading, "please I want this now."

The objections faded to the back of my mind and the decision was made. I was on my knees on the floor in front of her. Wendy's legs were wrapped around me and my target was inches away. I lined it up and thrust forward. My movement stopped without me entering her. I tried again also without success. It did not seem to fit.

"Rub it up and down and get it wet." Wendy advised and I rubbed the end up and down her slit. I pushed forward again but still her body shut me out.

"It won't fit." I said despairingly.

"It needs to be more wet," Wendy said, "make it more wet." The moisture she had produced had mostly dried so rubbing on her was nice but not too effective. Then I had the brainwave and dribbled into my hand, I rubbed the spit on the end of my dick and pushed again.

Slowly she opened and I entered her. I could feel her stretching around me as I slowly pressed forward. With my head only half way in she groaned.

"Are you all right? I asked, stopping my advance.

"It's so big," Wendy panted, "but I want to feel it in me, so keep going."

I pulled back and pushed again and again and finally with a pop the head was in.

"Wow." I said, it was so tight and hot and just made me want to push in further.

"Yes, David, keep going, I'll be OK." Wendy gasped so I pushed in more. I slowly worked my way in and then I found a barrier and she jumped.

"I think that's as far as it goes." I said disappointed.

"No David," Wendy moaned, "that's the bit that makes me a virgin. You need to push through and break it."

"Won't that hurt?" I asked, worried I could injure her.

"Yes it will, but not for long," Wendy replied, "please do it David, do it now."

I pulled back so just the head was in and pushed forward again. The barrier stretched and Wendy moaned with pain. Again I hesitated.

"Do it now." She commanded and I drew back again and thrust forward harder, the barrier stretched and then broke.

Wendy yelped and I stopped again.

"Wendy?" I was concerned.

"Just wait a second and let me get used to it." She moaned.

We waited a little while and then she said to go gently. I started thrusting in and out slowly and she winced on each stroke but kept telling me to continue. The thrusts became longer and longer until I was feeling my knackers hit her bottom on each stroke and I was pumping my full length in and out. Wendy stopped wincing and started to moan with pleasure. The feeling was incredible, the grip of her squeezing me tight, the heat, the moisture and I thrust harder and harder making the truck rock.

Our lips met again and I kissed Wendy deeply, holding her tight to me as I erupted for the second time that night burying my seed deep inside her. We collapsed panting.

I eventually looked at her and said, "That was fantastic, unbelievable, but are you all right?"

Wendy looked up with a shine in her eyes and a smile on her lips. "David, it was the best first time a girl could ask for."

We cuddled together for a while as the outside world came back into focus.

The rain had passed, neither of us sure exactly when and we reluctantly dressed and I pulled the truck back out on the road and headed to the American base.

"Can I see you again Wendy?" I asked.

"I'd love to David," she said quietly, "but we are due to go back to America in two days. We'll see how what happened at the dance tonight affects us."

I was shattered. "But I've only just found you." I said desperately.

"I feel the same way David." Wendy said sadly.

We drove in silence and all too soon we arrived.

"Wendy," I said, "I have to thank you, you will always be my special number one girl."

"I tell you what," she answered, "I have to thank you too but to prove what this means to me if I can't see you again before I leave I promise I will find you again wherever you are in exactly nineteen years."

I got out and opened her door. Wendy got out and said a goodbye suitable for those soldiers watching. I didn't even get a kiss.

"Does it have to be nineteen years?" I asked.

"Nineteen years," Wendy said firmly, "that's my age now and that, tonight has become my lucky number." Then she turned and walked away. 



4 Seasons of a Life Ch. 02



 Chapter 2 – Summer

Summer is hot, as hot as it gets,
The man is in his prime.
He's fit and he's lean,
More action he's seen,
And he can do it time after time

*

Melbourne, Australia 1964.

Nineteen years to the day and I met Wendy for the second time.

The morning had started with the same madness as they all do in my business. Juggling drivers and loads, the diesels roaring in the yard and the usual stragglers and damaged survivors from the night before.

In the sixties and beyond, trucking in Australia, like most countries, was a game for hard drinking men who were ready to take a few risks. None of the zero alcohol readings required today, nowhere near the enforcement on the roads for maximum hours spent driving, none of the controls on overloading and speeding that there are today. We had a job to do and most of us did not give a shit how we did it, as long as it got done.

There were three calls from irate car drivers who had been "nearly killed" by my drivers and wanted to know what I was going to do about it, there were a heap of cancelled and altered jobs, some new ones that were emergencies and two salesmen wanting me to buy more new trucks. I had just finished assuring some idiot, who thought that towing a caravan down the Hume Highway at forty miles per hour was not obstructing traffic, that the driver who overtook him at some ridiculous speed would be severely disciplined when the phone rang again.

I picked it up and said "David's Transport."

A woman's voice hesitatingly said "Hello David?" She had an American accent. 

My god, I thought, it couldn't be. "Wendy?" I asked praying it was.

"David, I'm so glad you remembered me." She sounded more confident now.

"How could I ever forget my special number one girl?" I asked, "And exactly nineteen years to the day too."

"I thought I might have been lost in the sands of time." Wendy said.

"Never, my dear, not while I still breathe." I told her in no uncertain manner.

Just then Barry burst in yelling "David, the cops are here looking for Steve over that smash last week."

"Shit." I said. Steve was a good driver and I didn't want to lose him.

"Sorry?" Wendy sounded more amused than upset.

"Sorry, Wendy," I said and Barry's eyebrows disappeared under his fringe, "I forgot I was talking to a lady and things are bedlam at the moment." 

"David, I will meet you at five at the Royal, in the ladies lounge, you'd better get back to it." Still amused, thank goodness.

"No worries the…" I started but Wendy had already rung off.

"Wendy?" Asked Barry desperate for some gossip.

"Yeah, Wendy," I said, "so where's Steve now?"

The topic was dropped while the problem was sorted, Steve was served a summons and it looked like I was going to be without one of my best drivers for at least six months.

I was in turmoil. I knew it was nineteen years since Wendy's promise and as it had got closer and closer I tried to convince myself that she wouldn't show so I could avoid any disappointment on the day but it hadn't quite worked. Now she had rung me and I was going to see her again. In the middle of that very hectic day I found I could not concentrate on work.

She had said she would find me and she had. After our one night together, her first time and mine, I had moved on in the world. The farm was suddenly too small a world to live in and my friends did not seem the same either. I had told Johnno what had happened and then had to convince him I wasn't making it up. I never knew if he really believed me or not, but I eventually realized it did not really matter what he thought anyway.

With my brothers back from the war and wanting to settle down there was not enough work on the farm for all of us so I said my goodbyes and moved to the big city of Melbourne to try my luck at a real job. I drove a delivery truck for a green grocer for a while and within two years I had saved enough to buy a cheap 1942 Chevrolet Lend Lease army truck at one of the surplus sales. I had started small and did a few years local work while building my knowledge of mechanics, essential for a truck driver in those days, and driving in general. Reversing into those tiny Melbourne lanes with the small mirrors of the day is a job for an experienced driver.

After a while work was harder to come by. There were a lot of surplus trucks on the market and there were a lot of war veterans wanting to drive them. Some unscrupulous employers paid less to drivers with disability pensions because the government was already paying them too. As a younger driver, and not having served in the armed forces, I was often the last on the list for jobs, so I looked around. The trade between Melbourne and Sydney was a dangerous job. Six hundred odd miles up a track that eventually became the very nice, usually double lanes, Hume Highway (route 31) we have today. Being game I turned to interstate driving and did a hard apprenticeship on the Hume.

Highway 31 was tough on trucks and tough on drivers. I went through two Chev trucks in ten years but even that was like your grandfather's axe. I replaced motors, gearboxes, diffs, springs etc but it was still the same truck. The only reason I had to get the second truck was I rolled the first one when I hit a cow in the middle of the night twenty-five miles from Tarcutta.

Being on the interstate run was not good for the social life either. While my old schoolmates were out courting and going to dances and the pictures I was fighting the potholes. I met a few ladies and could have got seriously involved but the sort of girls that I met who were interested in a struggling truck driver, particularly one who was away more than he was home, were not like Wendy. I had been spoiled with my first love and my expectations were high. Couple that with my job and my liaisons of the time were often fleeting and I spent hours holding the gear stick in top so it didn't jump out and I dreamed of Wendy.

And now Wendy had called.

I got through that day half functioning while my mind replayed the events of a night nineteen years earlier that had changed my life. Wendy had taught me so many things. I had learned girls could be attracted to me, I had learned about finding and losing love and together we had learned about sex. I had used what I had learned in that night on those rare occasions when I was making love to other women and I had got a reputation as a bit of a Romeo because the ladies almost usually wanted to come back for more. Many boys in the day thought sex was just a struggle to get her legs open then shove it in. Pump until finished then take her home. I had learned that most women wanted more and discovered some of the ways to provide that.

My business suffered badly that day as I was more interested in what Wendy would look like, what Wendy wanted (she may be happily married and just wanting to catch up), what would Wendy think of me, there were so many questions. I finally decided to leave Barry in charge and went home early for a shower and a clean change of clothes. Home was a two-bedroom farmhouse right near my yard in Doncaster, an outer suburb with orchards etc all around and it wasn't too flash but it did have access for trucks and was comfortable.

I showered and tried to make the best of my appearance and then it was into the car and off to see Wendy.

There have been plenty of times in my life that I have been nervous but that drive to the Royal must be in top three. The questions returned, the worries increased and by the time I got there I was a wreck. There was no way I was going to not show up but it took all of my will power to walk through that door at five to five.

It was darker inside and I stood at the door waiting for my eyes to adjust. I was looking for a woman on her own but there were none so I thought she must not be there yet. Nervous as I was I never thought Wendy would not turn up, she had come half way around the world for this meeting after all. I walked toward the bar and as I approached it I looked at a table with two women at it. The one who was facing me was a dead set image of Wendy. That is of Wendy when she was nineteen. 

I must have stared because she looked up and said "David?" It was Wendy's voice too.

I was stunned. This was Wendy nineteen years ago. She had not aged a day. I struggled for words but couldn't find any, and I just stood there staring.

The other woman at the table turned around and said "David, you made it." This was Wendy now. She was still slender. The hair was well done but the face was just the same as the girl opposite her.

I struggled with my mouth and eventually managed "Wendy, what the…"

"David," she said, "meet my daughter, Mary Ann."

"Your daughter," I was really struggling now, "she's you nineteen years ago." Then it struck me. If her daughter was like her at nineteen then the chances were she was conceived in our night of passion. She must be my daughter too.

"Mary Ann," said Wendy, "go and get David a beer please." And then to me she said, "David sit down before you fall over." I managed to pull a chair out and sit down.

"Mary Ann is how old?" I asked, a tremble in my voice.

Wendy looked at me slightly confused, and then the penny dropped. "No David, you are not the father."

"But she is…" I was struggling again.

"Eighteen yesterday." Wendy answered. "I was curious, you remember."

Oh how well I remembered that.

"I enjoyed our night so much that I wanted more, but we were moved out the next day. I wanted to call you but there was just not the opportunity. When we got to back to America dad was sent straight to Washington and I was left with my grandmother who was lovely but not able to control an independent, curious girl. I met Mary Ann's father in the general store and we were going out soon after. Three months later I was pregnant and when he found out he just left."

"I'm so sorry…" I started.

"Don't be, I'm not," said Wendy.

Then Mary Ann arrived at the table with my beer.

I was now totally confused. The girl I had dreaming about for nineteen years had kept her promise to come back, but she had brought her young daughter. Mary Ann gave me a beer.

"Thank you um.. Mary Ann." I said.

"You're welcome David," she replied then going red she said, "oops, may I call you David?" 

"Of course." I answered smiling, I was a little happier to know I wasn't the only one out of my depth here.

"I'm sure we will all get to know each other much better." Wendy said in a voice that promised much without saying anything. My mind was totally out of control thinking what was going to happen, where are they staying, I just couldn't concentrate on anything.

"Lost for words, David?" Wendy seemed to be enjoying herself, "Again?"

"I um…" get it together I said to myself, or you will look like an idiot, "when did you get in to Melbourne?" At last, an intelligent question I thought.

"We arrived this morning," said Wendy, "I rang you from the airport."

"And where are you staying?" I asked.

Mary Ann burst out laughing, "I told you Mum." She said.

Wendy gave her a dirty look and then tuned to me.

"David," she said, getting very serious, "I am here because you and I started something nineteen years ago that I thought was not finished." Wow, I thought, that explains half of this, "Mary Ann is here because she has never traveled overseas and she gets married next month and probably won't get the chance again." OK, I was thinking, this makes sense so far. "Tonight," Wendy continued, "we are staying at your place if you will have us."

"Of course." I managed.

"Tomorrow we leave for Ayers Rock." Wendy finished.

"One night," I said, disappointed, "I would have liked longer."

"Sorry David," said Wendy, "It was the only way I could arrange it."

"Another drink?" Asked Mary Ann, trying to break the negative mood. I looked down and my beer was empty. I did not remember drinking any of it.

"Allow me," I replied, what are you having?"

I went to the bar and ordered another round.

"Mother and daughter?" Jenny, the barmaid was always ready to pass on the latest.

"Um, yes actually." I answered looking back to where Wendy and Mary Ann were huddled together in conversation.

"You sly dog." This was not going to do my reputation here a lot of damage, I thought, and then felt guilty for thinking it.

"Thanks Jenny," I said, giving her the money, "let's keep this quiet OK?"

"Yeah, sure." Said Jenny. Yeah sure, I thought, this story will be out before I am back at the table.

I took the drinks back and Wendy and Mary Ann sat back in their chairs.

"Drinks for the two prettiest ladies in the room." I said in my smoothest movie star accent.

"Why thank you kind sir." Said Wendy in a perfect southern belle voice.

"You are just too kind." Said Mary Ann in the same voice.

This is going to be a very enjoyable night, I thought.

We talked for a bit longer. Wendy did not really let me know much about her life in America. She had moved around a bit working as a secretary to support Mary Ann and raising her, I got the impression, as a single mum. In those days it was a lot harder than today to do that and I thought she must have been very determined. She would not talk about any men in her life. She asked a lot of questions about me and how I was going but she seemed to know most of the answers anyway. I am sure Wendy did a lot of research before booking the trip, which must have been very expensive. Mary Ann was engaged to a boy in Austin, Texas, which is where they were living, and he was a bigwig in some company called Standard Oil. She too did not say much about that but it was fairly obvious that she was very nervous. 

Then Jenny called time, in those days it was six o'clock closing, and we looked at each other. 

"How did you get here and where are your bags?" I asked.

"In a hire car." Said Wendy.

"In the hire car." Said Mary Ann.

These two pretty American ladies were working up quite a routine and the men nearby could not stop staring.

"Then follow me." I said.

We finished our drinks and went out to the car park, on the way Wendy stopped suddenly for no reason and I walked into her. She laughed and said, "I thought so." I think she was commenting on my half erect cock. 

Wendy had hired a brand new EH Holden, and luxury of luxuries, it had a radio and a heater. I got into my old FB and they followed me to my house, Wendy was still a bit unsure driving on the left hand side of the road but she got there fine. I carried the bags inside and did the walk around. 

"Kitchen."

"Spacious." That was Wendy.

"Lounge room."

"Ooh comfy sofa." That was Mary Ann.

"Spare room."

"My room." Mary Ann again.

"Master bedroom." 

"Our room." That was Wendy.

Well, I thought, at least that saves me asking some awkward questions.

The girls cleaned up while I put the bags in the rooms and made up the bed in the spare room. We looked at the clock and decided it was too late to cook so we drove into Melbourne and went to a restaurant in Chinatown. By now we were just having fun and we may have been a bit of a disruption but with Wendy and Mary Ann at the table no one was going to complain. After dinner we went through town and had a look at the Yarra River. The Yarra is famous for its very brown colour and is known as the upside down river. We went for a walk along the St Kilda foreshore to get a quick look across the bay and I don't know whether the people coming the other way thought anything other than there is a husband and wife going for a walk with their daughter. Wendy took my hand as we walked then Mary Ann held the other. With the moonlight on the beach, the stars reflected on the water and the company I had there was not another thing I could have wished for. We walked for a while and then went back to the car and finally we were homeward bound.

I was driving the EH with Wendy cuddled up next to me, and Mary Ann was in the back. Wendy started stroking my leg and I felt what was by now a very familiar stirring. Wendy's hand moved higher and higher and finally it brushed the end of my dick. By now I was very hard and changing gears was getting quite difficult. 

"Is that bigger than I remember?" Wendy asked huskily running her nails up my length, through my now straining pants.

"Don't gloat mum," Mary Ann's voice was a bit choked up, "you know I am going to bed alone."

Wendy moved away briefly. "Don't worry darling, soon you will have one to play with every night."

"I know." Mary Ann sounded more frightened than happy at this thought.

We continued on with the radio playing Sandie Shaw singing "There's always something there to remind me." This was a hit in England and Australia but did not do well in America. Every time I hear that song to this day I remember driving that EH with Wendy snuggled up to me, and Mary Ann sitting lonely in the back seat.

There's always been something left behind to remind me of Wendy so the song really did strike a chord with me.

We got back home and had a port to finish the night. The atmosphere was tense and Mary Ann finally got up and said goodnight. Wendy and I tried halfheartedly to convince her to stay up but off she went, her door closing silently behind her.

"Wendy." I started.

"David." She replied.

"I just cannot believe you are really here." I put my arm around her and kissed her for the first time in nineteen years. We locked together passionately first just kissing and then my hand moved up to her breast. She moaned. We stayed like that for a while, neither of us wanting to be the first to break the kiss. I then started unbuttoning her blouse, slowly exposing her lacy black bra. Still we kissed. I reached behind her to undo the bra and she pulled away.

"Should we go to the bedroom before this gets too out of hand?" She asked.

I got up off the couch and then picked her up. Wendy giggled. I then carried her into the bedroom and put her on the bed.

Wendy looked up at me and asked, "Now you have me in your bedroom just what do you plan on doing?"

"First I am going to take out nineteen years of frustration on you." I said.

"Mmm, and then?" She asked in her sexiest little voice.

"If you are running away in the morning I'd better give you a bit to go on with too."

I went to close the door and Wendy said "Leave the door open a bit please David."

"What?" I was a bit confused with this request.

"I am a mum and this is a strange place, I just need to hear everything is OK."

"Fine," I thought this was carrying things a bit far after all Mary Ann was eighteen, "and the light?" I asked reaching for the switch.

"On," she said firmly, "I last made love to you in the dark, this time I want to see you."

"But what about Mary Ann?" I asked.

"She will be just fine," said Wendy, and then quietly "come and undress me David, we have to make the most of this night."

What the hell, I thought, she is happy with it so I will be too. I went to the bed and pulled my shirt off over my head. She smiled her approval so I kicked off my shoes and then undid and dropped my trousers. My erection was straining at my underwear, yet again.

"It has got bigger." Said Wendy with a touch of nervousness.

"So has the rest of me." I answered. I had filled out since I was nineteen. I was much more muscled after years of tough manual labor loading and unloading trucks and stood an even six foot.

"I can see." She said.

I reached down and undid Wendy's shoes, dropping them to the floor. Her stockings were next and I brushed her thighs as I undid the suspenders and gently rolled them off. Wendy moaned as I did this but I stayed down at her feet rubbing gently and pulling her toes. Wendy's eyes closed and she smiled as my hands worked the soles of her feet gently.




4 Seasons of a Life Ch. 02



Eventually I started up her legs rubbing her calves and then her thighs right up under her skirt. Wendy moaned again, her eyes still shut. So much, I thought, for her wanting to see me. I reached around and undid the skirt and Wendy lifted off the bed to let me take it off her. I then rolled her onto her front and sat astride her at the top of her legs. My raging cock was only a couple of inches away from where it wanted to be and two layers of undies were all there was to keep it out. I pulled her blouse off, I undid her bra and then I rubbed her back in long, slow strokes. Wendy moaned with pleasure. I made the strokes longer and longer until I was pushing her underwear down a bit each time and then I was rubbing her ass on the down strokes and running my fingers up her crack on the way back up. Wendy was getting very wet and very excited, moaning loudly each time I touched her. I finally moved down her legs so I could reach her ass with my mouth. I gently bit the cheeks and then got firmer and firmer. Wendy was wriggling and moaning so loudly I was worried we would wake Mary Ann but there were much more important things to deal with first. I got off Wendy and pulled her black lacy panties down and off. I rolled her on her back and got my first ever real view of Wendy naked. She was definitely not a disappointment in the full light. Her hair was almost the same as when she was nineteen, maybe just a bit shorter but still in the ponytail, and her body was very well looked after. Her breasts were still firm and although they did fall to the side a bit she did not look anywhere near her thirty-eight years. Her stomach was still perfectly flat and there were no stretch marks to tell stories of her pregnancy. Her pubic hair was quite thin and her wet lips showed clearly through it.

"Take them off." Said Wendy, breaking into my thoughts.

"Um, sorry?" I was still mesmerized by her body.

"Your underpants, take them off, I want to see all of you." She said.

My undies hit the floor and my cock stood proud, not quite on my belly button as it used to be when I was standing with a hard on, but still pointing up.

"Nice." Said Wendy. She was evaluating me, as much as I was her. I was glad she liked what she saw. I tried to move between her legs for a taste but Wendy stopped me. "No, David, I am not going to wait to get your cock in my mouth, if you get to go down on me then I get to go down on you too."

"You on top then." I said lying down on the bed. She straddled me sucking my cock into her mouth and I stared at the beautiful sight so close in front of me. Wendy's lips were perfect, straight and tight on her mound, the slit slightly open gave just a hint of the heaven inside and even her little puckered asshole looked neat and clean. She was working her mouth around my shaft, sucking it down as far as she could, then sliding it out until she could lick the end.

I tore myself away from the pleasure of just receiving and licked her lips, slowly working my way down to her clit. Wendy moaned around my cock giving me what was essentially my first ever "hum job". I almost blew in her mouth at the feeling but did manage to hold back and I went to work harder. Licking from the clit to her entry, and then back down. She tasted fantastic and I just wanted more. Sometimes I poked my tongue in her hole, sometimes I sucked her clit into my mouth and nibbled as we built each other up and up. Neither of us used their hands at all, but our mouths were well and truly enough and the pressure got higher and higher. I was sucking her clit when I came. It was so sudden I did not have time to warn her, but Wendy did not seem to mind, sucking my cum down as she reached her own orgasm within ten seconds of my first spurt and she bucked and moaned with me. I was licking up the extra juices she had produced as she was sucking the last drops out of my cock. I was still hard, which is very unusual for me, but Wendy was a very unusual lady. I licked and she sucked and then Wendy rolled off me and turned to face me.

"That was sensational," she said, "where did you learn to do that?"

"I once knew this curious nineteen year old girl," I said, "and she taught me a lot of things."

"I really should thank her," Wendy was smiling mischievously, "and I think I know how."

She straddled my body facing me and slowly lowered herself onto my cock, working slowly down the shaft as her motions spread her lubrication over me and the movements became easier. Before long she was sitting on me, my dick totally buried inside her. Wendy then used her muscles to grip me tight as she moved up and down a little but forward and back more. The sensations were great and it was my turn to moan in pleasure. She rode me for some time before we rolled over and tried the missionary position. Then we tried doggy style, and then a number of positions that must have names but I don't know them. We screwed for over an hour, my having cum already helping me last longer than I ever had before, and finally we were lying on the bed, her along it and me across it, her right leg over my hip and her left leg between mine. I was thrusting up into her and playing with her clit and her right breast and she was getting louder and louder moaning she was going to cum. When she did the convulsions were enough to set me off and I pumped my load deep inside her.

"Wow." I said.

"My first ever lover said that a lot." Said Wendy, still panting heavily.

"I think you would have that effect on any man." I said, trying to catch my breath.

"Thank you David."

I went and turned the light off, it was close to two in the morning at that stage, and I crawled into bed with Wendy. She was lying on her side, facing away from me, and I cuddled into her. I wanted to ask her to stay permanently but I thought that is something for the morning. 

During the night I had a dream that we were again having sex, this time in the position we went to sleep in. At least I think it was a dream.

I woke slowly, with a raging morning glory. As I gathered my wits, my eyes still shut against the light of morning, I felt Wendy's lips slowly moving up and down my cock. I smiled and lay there enjoying the feelings. This time she was using her hands, rubbing my balls and pumping my cock as her mouth moved up and down. I could feel her hair tickling my legs, I could feel her breasts against my thighs too.

"Wendy," I said happily, "don't you ever get enough?"

"Not Wendy," said another voice, "Mary Ann."

I jumped, almost choking her as I went a lot deeper into her throat than either of us had expected. My eyes opened and it was Mary Ann lying between my legs, coughing and spluttering.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked in panic.

"I thought that would be quite obvious." Mary Ann replied regaining her composure, her hand still clutched around my cock.

"Wendy." I screamed.

"Mum has gone out." Mary Ann lay there holding my cock like there was nothing wrong.

"Gone out," I was panicking, "so you think you can just jump in here with me as soon as her back is turned and…"

"Stop and listen." Mary Ann said firmly. The fact that she squeezed my balls at the same time gave her my complete attention. "My mother knows what is happening here and totally approves…"

"But I…" My reply was cut off by another even firmer squeeze.

"Listen." said Mary Ann firmly, then much softer "Please, I want to explain."

I did listen and she did explain. 

Mary Ann was getting married to a boy she did love, she made that very clear. She was however very worried because the family was not renowned as great lovers and sex for them was straight into the screwing and foreplay was for queers. Girls who were not up for this were soon discarded. He had no experience of sex yet either. Mary Ann had not had intercourse with her fiancé, telling him she wanted to save it for their wedding night, but now she was frightened that if he took her virginity it would be painful as he would be in such a rush himself he would ignore her needs. If she showed pain too much he might think her not up to scratch and she was scared she would lose him. She had told her mother about her worries and Wendy had added her to the travel plans she already had in place. Last night Mary Ann had been watching us to see if she wanted a chance to have me as her first. Wendy had recommended a gentle, caring lover was required and I was put forward as a possible choice.

Mary Ann was still rubbing my dick and its vote was definitely to go ahead.

She finished her story and looked me straight in the eyes. "David, I am scared I will be hurt, mum is scared I will be hurt and we both want you to save me this pain that could end my marriage on my wedding night."

I was in turmoil. I had rediscovered the love of my life and I did not want to have sex with her daughter because of what that could do to our relationship. I felt excited at the prospect and guilty for feeling excited. I felt happy that Wendy trusted me look after her daughter and I felt sad that there was any need for this decision.

Mary Ann passed me a note. On it was written 

"David, please do this for Mary Ann because if you can help her you will directly help me. It will make me love you more, not less so please do not feel guilty. Love Wendy."

Try as I might I could not feel noble about it but there was really only one answer. 

I looked up at Mary Ann. 

"Yes?" She was pleading.

"Yes." I answered, committing myself to what would most likely be lifelong guilt.

"Thank you so much David." Mary Ann said with obvious relief "What do we do?"

"You can keep going as you are," I told her, "but turn yourself around so I can reach you."

She turned so we were in the sixty-nine position and at first I hesitated, but then I steeled myself and used all my knowledge to get her thoroughly wet. 

I would love to tell you I didn't compare her to her mother. I would love to tell you I did it out of duty and not from pleasure, but I can't.

Mary Ann was the absolute image of her mother from the shape of her mound to her taste. I drilled my tongue deeper and deeper and also used my fingers to open her slowly, first one and then two. I tried three but it caused her a lot of discomfort so two was it. As I fingered her slowly I licked her clit and she squirmed and moaned as she built up to her climax. Her attention to my dick was getting less but there was no danger of it losing interest. Wendy was the only virgin I had ever had and at my age I had been sure there would be no more, but here she was, the absolute image of my most powerful sexual memory, and we were going to recreate it.

Mary Ann reached her orgasm and clenched around my fingers repeatedly. She jerked and wriggled for a few minutes as the feeling faded. Finally she looked up at me.

"Now?" She was definitely very nervous.

"Now." I answered. I got a condom from the drawer and put it on. Funny, but that did not seem necessary with Wendy however with Mary Ann I wanted to send her away prepared, not pregnant. I put some Vaseline on my rubber wrapped cock and told Mary Ann to use some too.

"How do we do this?" The nerves looked like they were getting worse.

"You sit astride," I told her, "that way you can control how much you take."

She positioned herself above my cock and slowly lowered her opening to it.

"Take it slow," I told her, "a little at a time and totally out on every stroke."

Mary Ann put her weight down a little and I could feel her hole slowly opening around my head.

"And out," I said.

She lifted and dropped, gaining a bit at a time until my head popped in.

"Wow," Mary Ann was even using my suave conversation now, "that feels so full."

"Keep going," I said, "you are doing fine."

She started moving a bit faster taking longer strokes until I could feel her hymen.

"This will hurt won't it?" Mary Ann asked.

"Yes," I told her, "but faster is better." 

Mary Ann dropped her weight suddenly on my cock and impaled herself totally on me. She screamed and I held her hands, then hugged her to me.

"That's the worst of it over." I told her.

With tears in her eyes Mary Ann said "Promise?"

"Cross my heart." I told her, winning a faint smile.

We stayed like that for a while to let her body adjust and then she slowly started moving again. Gently up and down while the pain was strong then a bit faster as it faded. She rode me for a few minutes and I watched her face change from pain to curious to a certain amount of pleasure.

"I want you on top." Mary Ann told me after a while, so we rolled over, me still in her and I made love to her, starting slowly and increasing in tempo until I finally filled the condom, deep inside her.

"David," she said quietly, "I did not know what to expect but I can see I can grow to enjoy this. A lot. Thank you ever so much."

"No problem." I told her hoping desperately that was true.

Mary Ann hurried out to have a shower and came out in a robe when she had finished, the intimacy was over and we were both a bit embarrassed so I covered up and went for a shower too. When I came out Wendy was there.

"David," Wendy said, "what you have just done was wonderful but let's not mention it ever again. We have to go and catch our plane now so this is goodbye."

"Come back after Ayers Rock, please?" I was close to begging.

"Sorry the tickets are booked through Sydney." Wendy was suffering too.

"Then when?"

Wendy kissed me. A lover's kiss, passionate and desperate.

"Nineteen years."

Mary Ann kissed me. A daughter's kiss on the cheek, a little embarrassed.

"Thank you for having me David."

"Wendy, I love you," I finally managed to say, "I want you to stay, forever."

"Not this time David," another passionate kiss.

"Nineteen years?" 

"Nineteen years."

They left.



4 Seasons of a Life Ch. 03



Chapter 3 – Fall (Autumn)

Authors note: Although this is written as a stand alone story the history is getting too complicated to write comprehensive story reminders in every chapter so please read chapters 1 and 2 before this one if you want the total story. Many thanks to those who have voted and made kind remarks both publicly and privately as we all live on positive feedback and it makes the hours of writing worthwhile. Please also forgive Wendy for her mystery – I have.

Enjoy. 

Autumn is golden but quietly fades
The leaves they will dry and will fall
The want is still there
To succeed takes more care
As the passing of time takes its toll

*

Sydney, Australia 1983.

Nineteen years exactly, I thought ruefully, and I will never know if Wendy came back. I struggled to find a comfortable position in my hospital bed but the constant throbbing in my foot would not go away no matter what I did. I took the letter from the bedside and read again the words I knew by heart anyway.

Dearest David,

Mary Ann has passed your letter on to me and I know I must try to explain something that is unexplainable. I cannot maintain contact and cannot promise anything except that I will return in 1983, if you still want me to. My heart is torn apart but I have a previous promise, one I cannot explain, but I have a life task that must take all my time and effort.

I cannot ask you to wait, in fact I must ask you not to.

Please live your life as if I did not exist, no woman is worth wasting your life in waiting, so find someone special and enjoy her with my blessing.

When my task is finished I will give you an explanation regardless so you can finally understand why I have behaved so cruelly to you.

Please do not try to contact us again as this will compromise my situation and could cost me everything.

I remember the best two days of my life as those I spent with you and those memories keep me sane in a world of madness and hate.

I love you, but I cannot be with you.

Wendy.

I folded the letter again, and waited for the next nurse to come in and see how I was, about ten minutes from now I was guessing.

I had got a brief thank you note a couple of months after Wendy's last visit. It was a generic wedding gift thank you letter and I wondered if Mary Ann's new husband knew he was thanking me for taking his now wife's virginity just before their wedding. I imagined not.

I had thought about it for a few days and made the decision I was going to find Wendy and bring her back regardless, but Mary Ann's postal address was the only lead I had so I needed to be careful. I wrote a note to Mary Ann and asked her to give me Wendy's address, as I needed to get in touch with her on a matter of some importance and waited for the reaction.

Three months later the letter arrived.

My immediate reaction was angry and I sent another letter to Wendy, care of Mary Ann. It arrived back, unopened, with "unknown at this address" stamped on it. I destroyed the letter and will be forever thankful that it did not get delivered. I learned two things from that episode; one was to never write a letter in anger, the other was Wendy was on Wendy's terms, not David's.

I launched myself into work with renewed vigor and by the seventies I had one of the biggest transport companies in the country. I worked hard and played even harder with some pretty model or actress or socialite on my arm and in my bed most nights. I was surprised to be listed by the women's magazines as one of the most eligible bachelors for many years running, possibly because of the value of my expanding empire, or maybe because of my complete failure to find a lady I wanted to settle down with.

I sold the yard in Doncaster in the early eighties to a property developer who then went bankrupt so I bought it back for much less from the receiver, subdivided it myself and resold the lots at an obscene profit. I built new yards and warehouses across Australia and made my company a truly national concern. I owned everything outright and never had to crawl to a bank manager, although many of them crawled to me.

As I lay in that hospital bed in 1983 I thought to myself I had everything in life except for the one thing I really wanted and if that one thing turned up in Melbourne, where I should be, I wouldn't even know.

A nurse came in to see if I was comfortable. Nine and a half minutes.

Why is it that even in the most extreme pain when someone asks how we are we say fine?

The nurses were having a great time of this, there was a minor celebrity in a private room and they all wanted to leave an impression. They offered sponge baths and all sorts of mysterious pleasures, much to the enthusiasm of the little head. Nurses' uniforms must have been carefully unbuttoned outside my door to barely restrain the delights within and they all had to bend over in front of me for one reason or other. In one case it was a button too far and out came the goodies. The little tattoo near the nipple was of a swallow and it certainly made me gulp. There have been rumors that hospital food has additives to prevent men from getting erections but it did not show in Ward 3 South, bed 2. The nurses would look down and giggle and a couple offered to "help me with that".

Tempting, but too hard to keep at a distance, no pun intended.

I thought about the accident two days ago and was waiting for the phone call that must follow. In the trucking game we had sorted ourselves out to four major companies and hundreds of smaller ones. I was of the opinion that everyone had an equal right to the business and if you wanted to expand you just had to do more and do it better. Andy was my chief rival among the top four, my best friend and we often had the same ideas. He was first into tankers, I was first into refrigerated but we both explored every market we could. He had to ring soon but the embarrassment of one of his trucks going through a red light and hitting first the brand new LTD driven by his competitor and then a police car must have been extreme. I expected many a free beer on the back of this but nothing could compensate the fact I was so far from home on the day Wendy was due.

It all revolved around Wendy. Wendy in the old Chevy, Wendy on the beach by the bay, Wendy in my bed at Doncaster, Wendy in a nurse uniform... Hang on, Wendy in a nurse uniform?

"Hello David."

Wendy was standing next to the bed. She would be fifty-seven now and was still a knockout. No extra weight, the short nurses uniform showed a lot of very nice stocking clad leg, the zip was a bit higher than I was used to but still plenty to look at up front, she had a slight graying in the ponytail but still mostly her natural color and the faint lines on her face spoke of maturity, not wear. Wendy was still gorgeous.

"I... uh..." Why is it that a very articulate person can become so tongue tied in particular situations? "Wendy, you found me." I finally managed.

"You certainly did try hard to hide." She kept a perfectly straight face but there was a twinkle in her eye that told me she was joking.

I still had a hard time believing she was there in front of me and then it hit me. What should have been a night of passion was going to be a night of Wendy sitting next to the bed comforting me. Not the best substitute.

My face must have showed my disappointment. "David," Wendy said with concern, "I was only joking, I know you weren't really hiding."

"I know," I answered, "it's just that..." It was hard to say what I was feeling without offending her.

Wendy smiled. "You were looking forward to something more intimate right, not just my care, my concern and my company?"

"Well I guess..." I was not sure how to agree with her.

"So was I David," she said, "but for now tell me what happened."

"Car accident," I explained, "in fact my car was hit by a truck."

"Not one of yours?" Wendy asked, a smile creeping onto her face. "You must be a pretty hard boss."

"No actually," the smile was infectious, "one of my competitors."

"It wasn't..." Wendy had stopped smiling and I could see she was concerned. 

"No it wasn't deliberate," I was still smiling, "Andy, the owner of the company concerned, is a good mate of mine and I am really looking forward to his phone call because I am going to give him absolute shit."

"Oh, right," Wendy was obviously a bit confused with the Australian business ethic, "so how bad is it?"

"I don't know for sure yet," I replied, "There are broken bones in the foot and ankle but they can't find out the full story on the rest until the bruising reduces. I'm lying here in temporary plaster waiting for the swelling to go down."

"I'd better go away then," Wendy smiled again, "because I seem to be making the swelling increase."

I looked down and sure enough there was a tent in my bed. Again. I hadn't even noticed.

"Oh I'm sorry." I was embarrassed.

"Don't be," said Wendy with a smile, "I'm not." She reached over and put her hand around my cock through the sheet.

With his usual perfect timing Andy chose that moment not to phone but to walk through the door.

"Wow," said Andy seeing Wendy grabbing my cock and looking at her from behind. He was seeing what I was later to find was the tops of her white stockings and garters, "how do I get hurt enough to get into this hospital?"

"Easy," I answered as Wendy jumped back going very red, "Just talk to your drivers."

Andy suddenly got serious. "Dave," he said, "I just want you to know..."

"Don't sweat it Andy," I interrupted, "I know it was an accident and those cops he hit are going to make his life hell anyway."

"Yes," Andy said, "but you are still stuck in here away from your business..."

"The business runs fine without me Andy." I replied.

"Your car..." Andy said.

"Insured." I answered.

"Your leg..." Andy said.

"Will heal." I answered.

"But you are stuck in here..." Andy was feeling pretty guilty I think.

"With Wendy." I answered. Wendy looked like she was trying to hide, not be the center of attention. "Andy meet Wendy, Wendy meet Andy. Wendy is a good friend from way back."

"With friends like that we all need enemas." Said Andy, finally showing a bit of his weird sense of humor. "Pleased to meet you Wendy."

"Hello Andy," Wendy was still unsure, "this really isn't what it looks like."

"Then I'm sorry for Dave," he replied, "it looked like something pretty damn good to me."

"Me too." I added.

"Dave," Andy was getting very serious again, "I need to do something, pay something, anything to say sorry."

I thought for a moment. "All right Andy, you really want to say sorry?"

"I do." Andy said.

"Then this year on the race car, write "Don't hit David's trucks" across the back window." I said.

"Oh boy." Andy was stunned. He ran a privateer V8 Holden in the Bathurst endurance race every year and major sponsorship on those cars was impossible without a huge outlay.

"You don't have to." I said smiling.

"No," said Andy, "you're right, it needs to be something major, and I'll do it."

We shook hands. "The occasional free beer won't go astray either." I told him.

"Now you're pushing it." Andy said, obviously relieved to be able to promise something serious.

Andy said an awkward farewell to me and a lecherous farewell to Wendy and left.

Alone with Wendy again I knew I had to say what was on my mind.

"Wendy?"

"David?"

"How long this time?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know."

She thought for a minute.

"Two answers," Wendy said carefully, "I leave Sydney to return to America tomorrow morning..."

"You don't have to..." I started with desperation creeping into my voice.

"I do." Wendy was firm. "You read that letter," pointing at the folded paper on the bedside table, "and I can't tell you how important it is, but it really is."

"One night." I said resentfully.

"It should be none." Wendy was again firm. "I am placing you and me both at enormous risk by being here but I made a promise and I will keep it."

"What risk?" I asked carefully.

"There are people who want to hurt me," Wendy was not joking, "and if they knew about you they could use you that end."

"Wendy," I said, "I am not without influence, I have plenty of money, let me take care of these people and then of you."

"David please believe me," she was almost begging, "they are rich, they have powerful friends and they are totally ruthless. The way I am taking is the only way and you cannot help."

"But I..."

"No. Say no more." Wendy was firm but I did not want to let it go. I was about to continue when she said, "I said two answers."

"Yes." I was confused.

"You are fifty six, I am fifty seven," Wendy stating the obvious, "and neither of us wants to wait another nineteen years."

"Definitely not." I replied firmly.

"My task is nearing the end and if you want to wait..."

"I'll wait." My turn to sound desperate.

"We can retire early, both of us, maybe in a few years, and spend our Winter together."

"Just one winter?" My hopes had been raised then dashed.

"Our Winter." Wendy said. "I believe our lives have four seasons. Our first time was Spring, our second was Summer this is our Fall and when I return we have Winter."

"Winter is cold." I said ruefully.

"All the more reason to cuddle up." The desire was obvious and Wendy's hand again searched me out through the sheet.

She stroked me for a while and my blood rushed to be close to her hand.

"I know we said we shouldn't say anything, but Mary Ann?' I asked carefully.

"She's good and it worked but I can't say any more with my mouth full." Said Wendy, gripping tighter.

"Your mouth isn't..."

Wendy pulled the sheet down and pushed the hospital robe up. My cock was standing to attention and she dived on it.

"Well, maybe it is." I said.

Wendy sucked me down while her tongue pressed just behind the head.

"Mary Ann who?" I mumbled as the sensations grew.

I think the noise Wendy made was meant to be the word good, but it was pretty hard to tell.

"Be careful," I said as the feelings got stronger, "I am not as young as I used to be and I am only good for one a night these days."

Mumble. I don't know what she meant.

"Sometimes it just fails in the middle of it or won't perform at all." I continued with my teeth clenched.

Mumble. Still no idea.

I felt it coming closer, and considering all the teasing I had suffered without release it should not have been a surprise that is was going to be that quick.

"I'm going to cum if you don't stop." I was almost screaming. 

"What the hell is going on here?" A voice yelled. I jumped. Wendy pulled away, embarrassed at being caught for the second time and we both looked toward the door.

A nurse had come in the room and she was not at all happy. She looked at Wendy, and realizing she was not a staff nurse asked, "Who are you and what are you doing turning my hospital into a brothel?"

"Oh god no." Said someone. I think it was me.

Nurse Godzilla stood there, hands on her hips waiting for an explanation and looking like an angry primary school teacher. Early thirties I would guess and she was solid with an athletic and slightly butch look, tall, broad shoulders, small hips, short cut blonde hair, square cut nails with white nail polish and a scowl that would cower a Prime Minister.

Wendy recovered first. You would expect that because she wasn't just lying there with a massive cock pointing out the light fittings lack of ornate detail.

"Who are you and what are you doing barging into a private room?" She asked quietly.

Godzilla cracked it for the shits. 

"How dare you question me bitch?" She screamed walking toward Wendy. "I'm the Matron, this is my hospital and what I say goes."

Wendy was standing there not moving as Godzilla screamed from a couple of inches away.

"There is no such thing as a private room here and I'm going to throw your slutty little ass out of here faster than..."

I didn't see Wendy hit Godzilla but she went down hard, suddenly silent.

"Oh God no." Me again.

"Do I have a slutty little ass?" Wendy asked quietly.

"Uh, no?" I wasn't sure what I was supposed to say.

"Am I a bitch?" She asked a bit louder.

"Definitely not." I answered.

"Then," Wendy said, looking at Godzilla gurgling softly on the floor, "I think I need to talk to this... person."

Wendy hauled Godzilla to her feet and walked her out of the room.

I covered my once again shrunken cock and lay helpless in the bed waiting for the sound of sirens or the yelling of security guards thinking whatever Wendy was doing with her life that was so important was going to have to be explained to a magistrate. 

Nothing happened for about ten minutes then a nurse came in quietly in.

"What happened?" She asked.

"I'm not really sure." I answered.

"Was that Matron Roberts?" She asked me.

"Butch athlete, short blonde hair and white nail polish?" I asked.

"That's her." Said the nurse.

"Godzilla." I said mostly to myself.

The nurse giggled but said nothing for a while.

"Did that girl hit her?" 

"I didn't see her do that." I said truthfully.

"Oh dear," the nurse said, "Matron Roberts has had a bad week."

"Really?" I did not know what to say.

"She's, you know, a lesbian," the nurse continued, "and her partner left her this week."

"Sad." I'm not sure who was sad but someone must have been.

"They'd been together since school." The nurse said.

"Uh huh." I'd run out of conversation.

"She's been in a bitch of a mood ever since." The nurse was rambling.

"Mmmm." Another intelligent reply from David.

"And she really hit her?" A curious question only.

"She went very quiet very quick." I answered.

"Shit." Said the nurse.

"Shit." Agreed the patient.

For the next two hours I waited for the storm to break, trying to think of a plausible story to keep Wendy out of trouble. Occasionally a different nurse would poke her head in the door, look at me and then leave without saying anything. It must have been serious because they all forgot to undo the extra buttons. There was whispering and a bit of muffled giggling outside as the story spread.

I was in a pretty bad state when Wendy walked confidently back into the room. Lost for words again I just stared as she walked to the bed, pulled the sheet down and the gown up (again) and grabbed my dick.

I think my dick was still in shock because there was very little reaction.

"Wendy?" I asked.

"Mmmm?"

"What happened to Godzilla?"

She looked at me. "Godzilla?"

"Matron Roberts. You know, the one you um... had a talk to."

"Oh, you mean Tash," said Wendy with a smile, "we came to an agreement."

"What, no trouble?" I asked incredulously.

"No trouble," Wendy confirmed, "and I have arranged a bit of privacy."

"You are amazing," I told her, "now kiss me."

Wendy leaned over me and we kissed. It was a very long kiss and the first thing I noticed was the taste of a woman on Wendy. With some sudden questions coming to mind I tried to pull away but she held me in the kiss until I had settled down.

We finally broke apart.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Tash was a bit upset, so we went into an office to talk." Wendy was very matter of fact. "She has had some problems this week and it was suddenly all too much for her and she broke down. I comforted her and all of a sudden it got a bit... heavy."

"Wow." Same man, same vocabulary I guess.

"I comforted her and she held me and then she wanted to go on with it. I must admit I was curious so go on we did."

"You and Godz..." Wendy gave me a dirty look, "um... you and Tash um... did it?" I felt like I was at school telling stories behind the shelter shed.

"Yes we did." Wendy seemed quite happy and I realized how many things I did not know about her. "I had never been with a woman before and like I said I was curious."




4 Seasons of a Life Ch. 03



I had had previous experience with Wendy being curious, and the memories were all good.

"What was it like?" I couldn't help asking.

"Like it is with a man but softer, more gentle I suppose," Wendy was a bit dreamy, "but now I want some cock."

We looked down and it was hard again. I wish the bloody thing would let me know what it's doing, I hadn't noticed it happening, again.

"First things first," I said, "If um Tash has had a taste I want one too."

"Really?" Wendy seemed a bit surprised.

"Really." Not only was I firm, I was also firm.

Wendy lifted the short nurse uniform up to her waist. She was wearing sheer white stockings with a garter belt and no underwear. I wondered if she had any on earlier.

"You said we have privacy?" I asked as she climbed onto the bed.

"Definitely," Wendy answered, "now eat."

I pulled her to me and slowly began to lick her as she sat astride my face. First the lips, then opening the slit gently and working my way down to her entrance. I worked her there for a while and noticed she was already a bit wet and the taste was not as strong as usual, then I licked my way back up to her clit, which was protruding. I was gentle and soft, trying to imagine what had been happening earlier and Wendy moaned over and over. My dick was throbbing furiously having been on such a roller coaster over the day and being so close to it's intended destination now.

Eventually Wendy said, "Be firm David, be rough, take me there." I licked harder and sucked her into my mouth and nibbled firmly. I used my teeth to rub her clit and she moaned louder. Wendy undid the zip on her uniform and her bra-less tits were suddenly exposed, so I reached up and rubbed her erect nipples. 

There we were, me half in a hospital robe with my dick straining skyward, Wendy half out of her nurse uniform in just the little hat, her stockings, suspenders and white high heels sitting on my face as I licked and sucked her towards orgasm.

Wendy stopped moaning for a moment. "David," she said panting heavily, "I have a surprise."

"Mmmm?" I had a mouth full of Wendy at the time.

Wendy put her hands over my eyes and hands grabbed my dick. Obviously the hands did not belong to Wendy. I jumped, again but Wendy held firm.

The phantom hands stroked my cock. Surely not the lesbian Godzilla, I thought, but who? One of the nurses who came in before? Not Mary Ann? Please not Mary Ann.

"Lick me David, make me cum." Said Wendy and I did my best. The hands got firmer and rubbed up and down my shaft a few times before rubbing the pre cum around the head. I tried to concentrate on Wendy but the hands demanded my attention too and I think the quality of my work dropped. Wendy didn't seem to care moaning over and over and panting encouragements.

The hands left and then returned with the unmistakable feeling of a condom being put on my dick. Not an expert in condoms I thought as nails scratched and hair was pulled, but in my condition I didn't care. Then a lubricant was applied and rubbed in thoroughly. Wendy was moaning louder as I felt the weight of someone climbing onto the bed and positioning herself over my dick. 

I tied to push myself in and Wendy panted, "Gently David, she's a virgin. Let her do it herself."

As I tried to understand the implications of this my phantom lovers lips spread slowly around the head of my cock.

"Oh my goodness." Said the phantom's soft and very sexy voice. Not one I recognized and Australian, not an American accent. Not Mary Ann, I thought thankfully.

"Mmmm, yes David, yes." Moaned Wendy and for the first time in my life I listened to the sounds and enjoyed the sensations of two women making love to me.

The phantom gently pushed down further, but the going was very tight.

"It's so big." Said the phantom doubtfully. Men just love this line and I think it got just a little bigger.

"Out and then in." I managed to say between mouthfuls.

"Make sure each bit gets really wet before you go further." Said Wendy. 

The phantom lifted up and dropped down, gaining a tiny bit more on each stroke. I was licking Wendy's clit harder and she was moaning louder.

The phantom kept pumping herself on my cock, out a bit then in a bit until finally it was totally buried inside her. 

"Oh shit, it's so hot." Said the phantom.

Lick me David, make me cum." Said Wendy again.

Wendy moaned more as the phantom leaned toward her. Still totally surrounding me the phantom started rubbing her pubic mound on mine, and the moaning in the room increased.

I felt the spasm start deep in my balls and the phantom screamed her release just before me. Wendy was so close that I sucked her clit fully into my mouth and bit firmly, I felt the phantom's hands reach around Wendy to grab her lips and hold them open and Wendy finally did cum with a loud yell.

As Wendy came she briefly separated the fingers on her hand and I was suddenly looking at square cut, white painted nails holding Wendy open for me. Wendy's hand closed and I felt Matron Tash (Godzilla) Roberts slide herself slowly off my now soft cock.

"That was good... so... different." She said quietly as she got off the bed. I heard the sound of stiletto footsteps heading toward the door.

Wendy said, "Wait," and the footsteps heading to the door stopped. "Close your eyes David."

I closed my eyes and Wendy took her hands away and then tied a cloth around my face as a mask. I said nothing, not sure of what was happening but trusting Wendy that whatever it was I was going to enjoy it.

"Can you see?" Wendy asked.

"No," I answered truthfully, "but..."

"But nothing," Wendy interrupted, "you just stay there and we will get you ready again."

I had not felt that drained for a long time. My cock had shriveled up, my foot was aching and I was exhausted.

"I'm sorry Wendy," I said, "but once is all I can manage these days."

"Really?" Wendy asked. "Come here darling and let's see if we can change his mind."

The footsteps returned. Wendy was on my right and Tash was on my left. I couldn't continue to think of someone I had just had sex with as "Godzilla", it just seemed wrong somehow.

"It's so little." Tash said with a giggle.

"Thank you very much um... darling?" I drawled, not wanting to let on I knew who she was, "You didn't seem to mind earlier."

Another giggle. "No names, darling is fine," Tash answered, "and before I thought it might be too big."

Hands I think belonging to Wendy pulled the condom off.

"Want to taste it?" Wendy asked.

"Ooh yuk." Tash answered.

"All the more for me." Wendy sounded quite happy.

Wendy licked up the side of my cock, cleaning the cum off slowly.

"What does it taste like?" Tash sounded curious.

"Delicious," Wendy answered, "go ahead and try some."

A tentative lick and then Tash said, "It's salty."

"But nice." Wendy replied.

"True," said Tash licking up some more, "it's not bad at all."

They were licking all the cum off my cock and occasionally one or the other would suck the end in and give it a bit of a nibble. They seemed to get their tongues together quite a lot too and at one stage I had the two of them with their mouths wrapped around my cock head and they were tongue kissing at the same time.

Only get up once in a night? Bullshit.

My cock took its time but it finally started growing. 

"It lives." Wendy said.

"You said it wouldn't." Said Tash.

"Two on to one," I complained, "not fair."

"Should we stop then?" Wendy teased.

"Don't you dare." I said and they kept going.

I was lying in a hospital bed, foot in plaster, blindfold over my eyes and I was feeling two sexy nurses licking and sucking my cock to attention. You miserable bastard, I said to myself, you had the nerve to be pissed off with your life earlier and here you are living a fantasy. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. But I couldn't be could I? It was going to take days to remove this smile from my face.

"So, what do you think?" Wendy asked.

"I'm overwhelmed." I answered at the same time as Tash responded.

"It's so squishy."

"Not you David," said Wendy with a giggle, "you just lie there and get hard. I'm talking with our mystery friend. "So, what do you mean squishy?" She asked.

"Well, it's not like a dildo," said the mystery Tash, "it's really soft and you can push the head and it sort of squishes in." She pushed the head with her finger "Like this."

"I see, I think." Wendy answered.

"And it's warm and alive and well..." Tash was a bit hesitant.

"Yes?" Wendy prompted.

"It's funny and it jumps when I touch it." Said Tash. It's sort of a shame there's a man attached, I mean it could be a lot of fun."

"I've had a lot of fun with this one and it's man." Said Wendy, squeezing my balls.

"Well I've tried a real one now," said Tash, "and I will have to do this again, but for now I've got to go. See you later lovers." The heels headed to the door.

Wendy and I both said goodbye and the door shut.

"Alone at last." Said Wendy.

"For how long?" I asked.

"All night, guaranteed." Wendy said and my mask was the first thing to come off.

We kissed and then Wendy used a lubricant before climbing astride me, slowly lowering herself onto my cock until it was fully in her. 

Wendy stopped all movement and looked at me. "Do you know who it was?" She asked.

"Tash." I said.

"How can you be sure?" She asked.

"I saw her fingernails when you came." I told her.

"Please don't let on." Wendy asked.

"Of course not." I told her.

Wendy squatted on my cock, her heels embedded partly in the mattress and she started pumping up and down my cock, one hand on my chest for balance. After a while she lifted the hand and the only contact between us was the most intimate contact of us making love. That is the difference with Wendy, most girls I have had sex with I would say we were fucking, with Wendy it was always making love. I knew at that moment I would wait for Wendy before I ever made a full commitment to a woman. My mental picture is still vivid and I can see Wendy squatting over me, she had the heels, stockings and suspenders on with just that little white nurses hat to complete the picture. She wore no jewelry at all and no makeup that I could see but at fifty-seven was still the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. We stayed in that position for about fifteen minutes, a good tribute to Wendy's fitness, and eventually rolled over to the missionary position. Unfortunately at this time my years caught up and I lost my erection.

"I'm sorry Wendy," I said sadly, "but it's just been too much today."

"Don't worry," Wendy answered, "I just want to cuddle now and in the morning we will finish."

So Wendy went and cleaned herself, then got a wet towel and cleaned me, and we cuddled together on that narrow hospital bed, talking about minor things until we fell asleep.

Wendy still would not talk about herself or her task that must be finished and we did not talk about Mary Ann either so the discussion was mostly about me (boring) and a bit about the future. Wendy certainly did plan on coming back and I told her I loved her and would wait any amount of time for her. She tried to discourage me but I think she was really happy and we ended up talking about retirement. I wanted to get away from diesel engines and trucking but had no firm plans, Wendy wanted a fast ocean going boat to island hop, first in the Pacific and then who knows where? We clung together desperately, not wanting to lose our time together in sleep, but eventually we did.

I woke up with Wendy's mouth wrapped around my cock and the two uses for that particular piece of equipment were fighting for supremacy. I needed a piss but was half hard. What a dilemma.

"Don't you ever give up?" I asked.

"Not in my nature." Wendy stopped long enough to say.

"I sort of need to go." I told her. 

Fortunately I had a semi-private bathroom, there was access from two private rooms but you could lock the door so Wendy locked out the other room and helped me onto my crutches and naked hopped I to the toilet. I can tell you it's hard to aim when you're balancing on unfamiliar crutches trying to piss through half a woody and your lady friend keeps reaching around you, "accidentally" pushing her breasts into you back, and trying to help fine tune your aim. She ended up having to keep pressure on my dick to stop me trying to piss on the ceiling. This was a good sign. We finally headed back to the bed and Wendy applied a bit of lube as I hobbled after her, then she leaned forward over the bed, legs spread, displaying my idea of heaven.

Wendy said, "Fuck me David, and fuck me like we don't know when it will happen again."

I got behind her and slipped my now hard cock into her, right down to the balls. With most of my weight on my good foot I began stroking in and out, my hands on her perfect ass and watching that amazing view of my cock plunging in and out, feeling my balls hit her mound on each stroke. My legs against hers, my body in hers we moaned and sweated together as the heat built up. I eventually went to change positions but Wendy stopped me.

"I want to feel you cum in this position, can you manage it?" Wendy asked.

"No problem." I grunted, and lifted the pace.

We moaned louder and I am surprised no nurses came in offering morphine or something; Wendy's pre arranged privacy was working overtime.

Finally Wendy said, "Cum with me David, I'm going to cum."

I increased the speed again slamming into her over and over as I felt my balls start to tingle as my orgasm approached, Wendy screamed with pleasure and I felt her spasms around my cock and looking down I saw her puckered ass hole pulsing in time.

I let go with an enormous gush deep inside her and pumped over and over as we both shuddered in the ecstasy of orgasm.

"Wow." We said together and I pulled out of her, my cock shrinking rapidly. Wendy climbed onto the bed and I got in behind her. We cuddled for some time basking in the afterglow, me curled around her, holding a breast and breathing in her scent.

"You can't...?" I finally started to ask the same old question.

"No David, and please don't ask." Wendy said.

"You must?" Half question, half statement.

"I must," Wendy replied, "but I will come back as soon as I can and it will be forever if you want."

"I want," I told her, "I most certainly want."

Wendy got out of the bed and I watched her put on her white high heels, the nurses uniform that zipped up at the front, leaving just the right amount of cleavage, and finally the hat. She straightened her stockings.

"I would love a photo of you looking like that." I said without thinking.

Wendy smiled, sad at again parting.

"OK."

"I love you Wendy."

"I love you David."

All of a sudden I was alone again, but at least not for nineteen years this time. I dozed for some time, I'm not sure how long and then I heard a voice.

"I think we are badly in need of a bed bath, aren't we?"

I opened my eyes to see square cut white painted fingernails holding a bowl.

Close your eyes David and think of something else, truck specifications, curtain designs, times tables, just anything. For almost the first time since Wendy arrived I noticed my foot hurt.



4 Seasons of a Life Ch. 04



Chapter 4 – Winter

Author's note: This chapter is also written as a separate part of a larger story but the history is too complicated to allow comprehensive story reminders each time so please read chapters 1, 2 and 3 before this one if you want the full effect. Once again huge thanks to those who have voted and made kind remarks both publicly and privately. 
For those who have waited I hope it was worth it. 

Winter is bleak; it is frozen and cold,
It is then that so many things die.
The mind is still willing
We find flesh less thrilling,
As with time, our desire, passes by.

*

Cairns, Australia 2005.


Time is a healer. At 57 a badly broken foot takes it’s time, but I was fairly fit from a lifetime of hard physical labor. Even after David’s transport became a massive company I still made sure I got out in the yard with the guys and did a bit of the heavy stuff. Loyalty is won in many ways but in the trucking game you don’t get it sitting in the boardroom sipping chardonnay while others sweat.

I was in hospital for another week after Wendy visited and was then released to a regime of physiotherapy and daily visits to the swimming pool for low impact exercise. In this time I realized two things. The first was the company could run without me. I was fairly sure this would be the case because I always worked on the belief that as owner and general manager I should only give directions and it should be up to the bright and well paid managers I had recruited to get us there. The business was just too big for me to do everything. If a department was working well I didn’t interfere, although I made sure I knew what was going on. The other thing I realized was that I was actually not as fit as I thought. For my age I was better than average for sure but many beers had given me a belly and I ran out of puff pretty quickly at first.

During my many laps of the pool I also came to the realization that I had worked to create wealth all my life but now I had it I was not using it. I could have died in that accident and if I had I would have never used my money for me, just to make more money.

So I never went back to full time work.

I kept up my swimming and even got a fancy bicycle and became one of the bastards I had always cursed in thick traffic. My muscles hardened but I have no idea what the exhaust gasses did to my lungs. Australia did not start the change to unleaded petrol until 1986. 

At work I created a shared ownership of the company. That year, as a Christmas bonus after all the work my managers and staff had done in my absence I gave them 50% of a multi million dollar empire. The managers got a good-sized chunk of the company and the share that the lowest paid employee (a part time cleaner) got was still worth about $20,000 at the time. One condition of the deal was that any sales of the ownership should only be to current employees and I had expected two high-level instant sales and retirements, but I got three. What the hell, I thought, they earned it.

The other 50% was still mine, but on my death the income would be to look after my wife, if I had one at the time, and when she passed away there were shares for my brothers families and also Mary-Ann, Wendy’s daughter, who I had not seen for nineteen years but who I remembered with great fondness. I did not allow for children as I thought there was little chance of them now and if anything did happen I could always change my will at the time.

So work was over and I went home to wonder what to do while waiting for Wendy to walk back into my life forever. I did not stay celibate waiting, my life had not prepared me for this and I did have a number of flings with some of the young and pretty gold diggers that sought me out. Those that did well were rewarded and those that did not were not.

One day an envelope arrived in the mail it contained a photo of Wendy mostly in her nurse outfit, and on the back was lipstick where she had kissed it. Nothing was written, but nothing really needed to be written did it? I do like people who remember details and act on them.

I bought a fast boat. Wendy had mentioned the idea of island hopping and I liked it. I found an ocean racer that had just been finished when the governing body changed the rules and the boat was not eligable to race. It had twin Chevy 400 cube V8’s and one had blown up because some idiot had bought the boat and tried to use it for fishing. At low speed not enough cooling water got to the motors and one fried. I had it fixed up and this thing was scary when you opened it up. It had a couple of tiny sleeping cabins and a microscopic galley, but was fully functional. The tank capacity was so large it cost more to fill the boat than one of my semis. I could go a long way without fuelling though, which was what I wanted.

I spent a fair bit of time back at the farm which was still in the family and on one walk around I stumbled across the old 1937 Chevy pickup which I was driving the day I met Wendy. Back then there was no trade in on a new car so when a farm vehicle was replaced it was just parked under a tree or next to a barn to rust in peace. The Chevy was definitely rusty, Gippsland is not a dry environment, but it seemed to be recoverable and complete so I had it carted back to a factory I owned in Box Hill, Melbourne. It wasn’t too hard, I knew a bloke who had a truck.

I decided to restore it totally and spent far more money on it than it was worth in the end, but how do you follow the advice of the expert who tells you it will be cheaper to buy a seat at the swap meet than to repair the one that is in it when that is the actual seat you lost your virginity on so many years before?

I had the seat repaired, I had the rust cut out and patch panels fitted, I looked at the rusted solid motor with an eye to restoration but the block was beyond repair so I fitted a 235 blue flame instead. The blue flame was almost identical to the old stove bolt six but they were much more reliable due to full pressure oil and a few other differences. The rest of the truck, down to the now reconditioned crash box, was still the same vehicle that Wendy and I had sheltered from the storm in, back in 1945. It all took me back to Wendy and the memories of her three visits and the three most memorable nights of my life. As well as converting the 6 volt generator to a 12 volt alternator I did add a heater, a radio cassette and an under dash air conditioner.

I had plenty of time to think of my relationship with Wendy too.

Some people say your first love is the most memorable, but in my many years of observation this is often not true. Virginity is this barrier we keep between our childhood and the responsibilities of adulthood when we are young, and we are encouraged to make sure we save it for someone special. Too often though, this makes it a trophy that others want to take and many a loss of virginity involves coercion, deception and even violence. A lot of people regret how they lost their virginity and I realize I am one of the very few people I know who would not change a single thing about the night that was first time not just for me but for Wendy too. 

I loved Wendy in the appreciative puppy way after our mutual first experience in the truck. I had discovered the reality replacing the myth of sex was so much better than I expected. I had found a girl who was sensitive, understanding and more knowledgeable than me and together we had explored the joy of sex. But Wendy was gone the next day and from then she became the inspiration I needed to work on being a better lover. She ended up being the fond memory that I used as a yardstick whenever I considered a permanent relationship. Wendy’s memory stopped me marrying a few times when I was younger and I never will know if this was good or bad for me at the time, but now I have no regrets at all. I worked hard to fill the hole in my life that a wife would normally fill and my regular affairs could only partially compensate for. I wasn’t lonely but I was still usually alone.

When Wendy returned nineteen years after that magic night we were both more experienced and our lovemaking was more of a celebration than an exploration. I knew then that I wanted Wendy as a wife, but she could not stay and could not explain why she could not. She said she wanted to. I went through the mad at Wendy stage and could have destroyed our relationship entirely if I had been able to express my angry feelings at the time. I was worried about the fact that on that second visit, with Wendy’s encouragement, I had taken the virginity of Mary Ann, Wendy’s daughter. This however was not the obstacle to our being together. 

To use a work analogy I then put having Wendy as an ambition, a bit like when I was driving that first Lend Lease Chevy truck I had an ambition to own a brand new truck. I made do with what I could get, and I did have some very loving ladies in my life as well as some nice second hand trucks, but Wendy was the summit of Everest I may never reach, but dreamed of.

Then Wendy returned again another nineteen years on. We had another night of passion, which felt almost like a desperate attempt by Wendy to cling to a shred of normality. I relalised that whatever she was involved in, it was big and dangerous and it was more important to her than our relationship. I was jealous of something I knew nothing about. I found out later what was involved and I still shudder to think of it. We had our night of passion, accompanied by Wendy’s first lesbian experience and Wendy’s new lady friend’s first experience with a man, me. A virgin lesbian nurse fantasy threesome, wow. 

Dear Penthouse,
I always thought your letters were fake, but then this happened to me……….

So Wendy left again with the promise of a much faster return this time, and I set about getting my life ready for retirement, with Wendy.

I have often regretted those years we missed but then again there are so many who lose their special one too early and live the rest of their life aimlessly or making compromises they regret later so I have no real cause for complaint whatsoever. I am a lucky man.

In 1988 it was Australia’s bicentennial. The local vintage vehicle club I had joined was having a parade through the city on the Australia Day weekend and I was preparing the Chevy for the run. I was underneath it tightening the gear linkages when a woman in heels walked into the factory. I looked out and saw a very tidy pair of bare legs that went almost up to her knees before my view was cut off.

“David?” That voice, that accent.

I jumped and hit my head.

“Ow… Wendy?”

“No,” said the voice, “not Wendy, Mary Ann, can we talk?”

I panicked and slid out from under the truck.

“Wendy, is she all right?”

“Wendy is fine, David.”

“Where is she?” I asked, wondering why Mary Ann was here without Wendy.

“Let’s go and sit somewhere and I will tell you all about it.” Said Mary Ann, so we went to the kitchen and I made coffees.

Mary Ann had changed a lot. She still had her mother’s trim figure but her hair was now blonde and in the “frizz” style of the day. She was wearing a short jumpsuit type setup that showed her legs as well as being unzipped far enough at the front to confirm there was a lot more there than when I last saw her. She had a dark tan and was wearing a large pair of sunglasses that matched the chunky necklace and multiple bangles. She had rings on most fingers but not a wedding band.

“What’s first,” Mary Ann asked, obviously having seen me evaluating her, “Wendy’s story or Mary Anne’s?”

“Wendy’s ok?” I asked again.

“Wendy’s fine.” Mary Ann confirmed.

“Then let’s talk about you.” I said, not wanting to be impolite.

“First the image,” She started, “Rod, my husband wanted to marry a “real” hometown American girl. So he did.” She looked at me knowing what I was thinking. “Our wedding night was fine and Rod never suspected he wasn’t my first.” We both smiled with the memories of the morning we spent preparing her for that event. “He was very um… inexperienced and I am very glad that we did things the way we did.” Mary Ann looked at me and I said nothing, waiting for her to continue. “Once we were married I didn’t really fit in with the other “executive” wives, I was too different to the image and seen as bit of hippie because I wore the long flowing dresses and had long hair. Rod never pushed me any other way but in the seventies I decided to try to fit in more. I dyed my hair blonde and got a shorter style, and with some new clothes I looked more the part.” Mary Ann looked at me and seemed to come to a decision. “I am going to tell you something no one else knows, so please keep it to yourself.”

“Sorry, but no.” I answered.

“What?” Mary Ann was confused.

“I have spent most of my life not knowing what your mother does that is so important,” I told her, “and I have made myself a promise that when we finally do get married…”

“Married?” Mary Ann sounded surprised.

“Yes married.” I answered firmly. “When we get married I am going to keep no secrets from her, I know what it is like to wonder.”

“You two are going to get married.” Mary Ann said, mostly to herself testing out the sound of the words. “Mum never said.”

“Yes,” I answered again. “We planned it five years ago when she was here…”

“She’s been back since um, our time?” Mary Ann was obviously not up with Wendy’s social life.

“Yes, when I was in…”

“Eeek.” Mary Ann screeched.

“What the…?” I started.

“I fucked my own stepfather.” Mary Ann was horrified enough to use language that I would not have expected.

“Was it good?” I asked.

“What an awful question to…”

“Was I related in any way at the time?” My turn to interrupt.

“No, but…” 

“Was it a very long time ago?” I asked.

“Well yes but…” Mary Ann was a little less mortified.

“Did it harm you?” I asked.

“No…” She was hesitating a bit.

“Did it help you?” I asked, not waiting for her reply.

“Yes, but…”

“Get over it or get out.” I said roughly.

“What?” Mary Ann was shocked with the way I was speaking to her, which was what I intended.

“I can’t change it, you can’t change it, Wendy can’t change it, and it’s done. We all agreed at the time so if you can’t handle it now go away and let Wendy and me have our life together, something we both want.” I was being as brutal as possible, trying to stop her thinking too much about the past. I was also trying to make myself as unattractive to her as possible to prevent any thought of a repeat, either on her or my part.

“Well I suppose…” Mary Ann was wavering so I totally changed the subject.

“So if you want to tell me a secret, expect it to get to Wendy too, I will not keep anything from her.” I told Mary Ann.

“Oh, um ok,” Mary Ann said quietly. “I was going to tell why I had my um breasts done.”

“You don’t have to.” I said gently.

“I know,” she said quietly, “but I have never dared tell Mum and if you do I won’t mind.”

“Fine.” There was not a lot more I could say.

“In seventy-six I found out Rod was having an affair with his secretary, Emma.” Said Mary Ann quietly. 

“You don’t need to tell me this.” I said, worried she was going to regret it later.

“Actually I do.” Mary Ann said with resolve. “I have kept it inside far too long and if I can’t trust you with my darkest secret who can I trust?” She smiled. “Now let me tell you and don’t interrupt, I need to get this out.”

“Fine.” I smiled reassuringly at her and waited.

“Emma was an absolute bimbo.” Mary Ann said. “She had big blonde hair, huge tits and no brain to speak of.” Mary Ann looked at me and kept going. “She had slept with half the managers in the company and I think Rod was just next on her list, so she took the secretary job in his office. I was going past his office one night on the way to visit a friend when he was working late and thought I would drop in for a few minutes to say hi. But when I pulled in to the carpark my headlights shone into his car and they were in the back seat screwing, with the door open.”

Mary Ann sniffed away a tear and I reached over and held her hand.

“Thanks.” She said. “Anyway all I saw was Rods face looking up at me and those tits of hers shaking like they were going to come off. He didn’t even stop fucking her when they were caught in the lights.”

Another sniff and another reassuring squeeze of the hand.

“I didn’t know what to do,” Mary Ann said, “so I just put the car in reverse and backed out. I went to my friends place and got drunk and stayed there the night. When I got home the next day he was at work so I sat around wondering what I had done wrong to make him look elsewhere. I kept seeing that scene and eventually decided it must be the big tits.” 

Mary Ann was struggling a bit so I got up and made a fresh coffee. When I sat down I put the cups in front of us and I held her hand again as she continued.

“I decided that if I wanted to keep him I had to get implants and made the booking with a plastic surgeon that day. When Rod got home that night we both said nothing about it, but he never asked where I was all night.” I squeezed her hand again and Mary Ann sniffed again and continued. “I didn’t tell Rod I had made the appointment but I went through with it because I was too embarrassed to back out. We never said anything but just stopped having sex, so I am sure he knew it was me in the car that night. Anyway I just said I had to spend a couple of days away with Mum when it was time to get the operation and I went and got these.” Mary Ann pushed her tits up with her hands, as if for approval, then seemed to realize who she was talking to and dropped her hands away quickly.

“Ooops, sorry.” She said with a rueful smile.

“Don’t be,” I smiled, “they are very impressive and I would not be a man if I didn’t notice.” They were a very good size and shape, certainly not Dolly Parton sized but pretty big anyway.

“While I was away,” Mary Ann continued looking and sounding very upset, “Rod and Emma were both killed in a wreck, near the romantic mountain retreat they were staying in.” She looked at me with tears in her eyes. “I did this to keep Rod, and lost him while it was happening, he never ever saw them.”

Mary Ann started crying and I walked around to comfort her, she stood up and we hugged while she cried on my shoulder. We stayed like that for a while and she finally calmed down a bit.

“I’m sorry, but I have never told anyone that before.” Mary Ann finally said.

“Don’t be sorry,” I told her, “it sometimes feels good to let it out.”

“It does, and thank you.” 

We hugged a bit more then I said, “Let me just finish this job, it will only be a few minutes, then you can finish your story and tell me about Wendy.”

Mary Ann nodded and I crawled back under the truck.

I finished the linkages and left Mary Ann to compose herself in the kitchen. Ten minutes later I went back.

“Thanks David.” Said Mary Ann.

“What for?” I asked.

“Listening,” she said, “and being understanding.”

“No worries, Mary Ann.” I said lightly “So what happened next?”

“There’s not a lot more,” she said, “it seems Rod had a fair financial interest in the company and the other owners wanted to buy me out but what would I do with that sort of money anyway? I just kept the stock and get a really good income for doing nothing.”

“Men?” I asked her.

“A few, but now I find it hard to trust them and when I do they just show me I shouldn’t have.” Mary Ann said.

“Women?” I asked, wondering how far her disappointments had pushed her.

“Yuck, no way,” Mary Ann looked and sounded quite disgusted, “I don’t know any like that and don’t want to.”

I wondered briefly if I should mention Wendy’s experimentation with a nurse while I was in hospital but thought I had surprised Mary Ann enough already.




4 Seasons of a Life Ch. 04



“So what is life about now?’ I asked.

“Looking.” Said Mary Ann.

“For?” I wasn’t sure what she meant.

“I’m not sure,” she said, echoing my thoughts, “but when I find it I’ll know.”

“So now…” I started.

“We talk about Mum,” Mary Ann interjected, “I have made you wait too long already.”

I smiled and said nothing.

“There's no easy way to say this so I will just say it. Mum has been working for a government agency as a sort of free lance, um… spy.” Mary Ann said.

“A spy?” I said, shocked.

“Sort of,” Mary Ann repeated, “you will have to ask her what it really involves, I don’t know.” 

“Shit.” I was stunned.

“But now,” Mary Ann continued as if I had not said anything, “the whole deal is coming to a head. You know about the Major?”

“Wendy’s Dad,” I said, “yes I met him once, is he still around?” I sort of hoped not, he was a pretty scary character, you know the sort of person you would use to threaten disobedient children with.

“She didn’t tell you anything?” Mary Ann was a bit taken back. “She said you didn’t know and it was for your own good.”

“I didn’t know what?” My patience can be a bit short, particularly when people are talking about what I don’t know without telling me what it actually is.

“Oh, sorry David,” Mary Ann focused again, “the Major was murdered in Peru in 1948, just after he was sent there on a diplomatic mission, Mum decided to go after the people who killed him and has spent forty odd years trying to bring down what is now one of the biggest drug cartels in the area, in between raising a daughter on her own.”

“My, God,” I was stunned, “she said it was bad but I never imagined this.”

“It is pretty awful.” Mary Ann continued her story. “The man who murdered the Major had two brothers and between the three of them they eventually had eight sons, all who joined the family business. Mum has tracked most of them down and passed the information on and there are now just two of the sons left at large and they are running a multi million dollar a year empire based on just about anything criminal, but mostly hard drugs.”

“The other members of the family are…” This whole story was starting to worry me.

“In jail or dead.” Mary Ann answered, not making me feel any better at all. “Mostly dead.”

“But she…” I was struggling with the concept.

“Mum finds them,” Mary Ann interrupted, “she then passes the information on and people are sent to deal with them.”

“Oh.”

“She almost never kills them herself.”

“Almost never…” My future wife, the killer spy?

“Settle down David, I’m only joking.” Mary Ann smiled. “Mum is under cover and only ever passes on information. She is the nurse for one of the few doctors who will work in the area and they are taken wherever a cartel member needs help. They are now trusted so she would not risk that by using any direct action.”

“Wendy in the nurse uniform, my god…” I was thinking aloud.

“She doesn’t wear a nurse uniform.” Said Mary Ann.

She did for me I thought; maybe I should get the photo…? No.

“All right,” I said, “I know the history, now why are you here?”

“Mum has decided to get the last two and get out.” Mary Ann said, “but this time she thinks they may be on to her. She isn't a real operative so there is no back up and if she gets in trouble the department will deny she ever worked for them. She needs an emergency exit.”

“What can I do?” If the American government can’t help, I thought, what good would I be?

“Let’s go on a trip to South America.” Mary Ann said.

“Why, how?” I was confused.

“We take your boat.” Mary Ann said, “We stay near where she will be and get her out if she is in danger.”

Two weeks later I was at the helm somewhere in the Pacific heading for Peru wondering how in hell I got into this situation. It had not taken Mary Ann much to convince me to go even though I was not sure we could be of any help, but one thing I had found out was that Wendy must have been much regarded on a personal level within the mysterious department. The boat had been fitted out for the trip with no expense spared and no questions asked. We had been given navigation and communication gear that was definitely not commercially available, provisions were provided and paperwork and permits were produced without delay. I had recruited Jeff, an ex employee who had stayed a friend, to be the captain for the voyage as I had no idea how to tackle a voyage like this. Jeff was an ex commando who had served in Vietnam and was very familiar with long voyages having used his service money and an inheritance to buy a seaworthy two master which he put to good use. He knew the area as well as anyone.

With the department, who I had re-named Rupert (the last American sounding name I could think of at the time) doing everything Mary Ann asked, and offering plenty that she had not asked for, on one side, and Jeff the Captain taking command on the other side I was suddenly just a passenger on my own vessel. This was not a feeling I was familiar with but for the sake of Wendy I put up with it. Two days before we left Mary Ann was watching me as I watched the action all happening without my input and she said that I must really love her mother to allow this and that for what it was worth we had her blessing. This was not at all offensive and actually made me feel good.

Jeff interrupted my thoughts coming up with a cup of coffee to take over the helm and end my watch. We actually ran three eight hour shifts for sleeping and there were always two awake but Jeff had been doing some engine maintenance, a job we shared, which had left me alone at the helm. We exchanged small talk for a while and then I headed below, giving Mary Ann’s cabin door a knock as I went past. I put my head down as fell asleep very quickly, a habit which had developed on the trip. I slept for a couple of hours with the feint noises of refueling above. We usually refueled mid ocean, lashed to one of Rupert’s many support vessels. The support on the trip was amazing and the fleet they had just looking after us could have been used to invade a small country. At one stage we threw a piston in engine two, which had destroyed the block, and had called Rupert describing the damage. Eighteen hours later we were under way again with a new engine, rebuilt in the engineering shop of a large freighter we had never seen, purring away below. A chopper took the old engine away, and the new one was brought back the same way. These guys were efficient.

An hour or so after Rupert had left and we were away again I remembered an odd shape on the horizon while I was on deck alone earlier so I went up to tell Jeff. The door at the top of the stairs was open and the helm was tied, our version of autopilot. Jeff and Mary Ann must be forward on the deck, I thought, so I looked around for them.

They were both lying on the deck, Jeff in his Speedo’s and Mary Ann in the briefest of bikini bottoms. The discarded top was lying nearby. I could not stop myself from looking and Mary Ann’s new tits were nothing short of sensational. Large, (don’t look David), firm, (you should just go back below David), no tan lines at all (this means she has been sunbathing topless a fair bit on this trip doesn’t it David?).

I was in a dilemma. Mary Ann was going to be my stepdaughter when I married Wendy, so I should be protective of her, but Jeff was my mate and I should be encouraging him. I had had sex with Mary Ann myself a long time ago and could not help but wonder if those bigger tits felt better or worse. I have always enjoyed playing with tits, but size is not really important. Huge tits, tiny tits they all have their advantages. For those little titty lovers who call themselves “The conservationists club” (more than a handful is a waste) I have to ask why then do we have two hands and a mouth? 

I knew I should stop looking but deep down I didn’t really want to.

Jeff must have been channeled into my thoughts as he reached over and squeezed both of those tits in turn. Mary Ann giggled and said something and they both looked over to where I was. They didn’t see me behind the screen. Jeff said something and Mary Ann smiled and lay back. Jeff lifted himself and sucked a nipple into his mouth. I could not see Mary Ann’s face as Jeff was in the way but I didn’t hear any complaints. Still reading my thoughts Jeff started using both hands and his mouth to tease Mary Ann, working for some time on the one tit. He eventually changed over and as he left the first one the nipple was very erect. The operation had not affected that. Jeff played with the other tit for a while and then His hand reached down slowly across her stomach (still firm and flat) and down to the bikini bottoms. More giggles as he first rubbed her through the material and then slipped his hand inside.

Mary Ann moved a hand between Jeff’s legs and soon his Speedos were struggling under the strain. I looked down at my shorts and saw that I was getting pretty turned on too. Mary Ann pulled Jeff’s cock out and started a slow rubbing up and down. Jeff had managed to slip a finger in her under the bikini bottom from what I could see and they stayed like that for a few minutes, just stimulating each other with their hands. 

Eventually Mary Ann wriggled out from under Jeff and pushed him down onto the deck. She stood up, making me duck down a bit, and then wiggled out of her now very wet bikini bottoms displaying a dark hairy bush to Jeff and me at the same time. She then knelt down between Jeff’s legs and I assume started sucking his cock. All I could see was the rear view of Mary Ann on her knees and leaning down, her pouting pussy lips exposed to me. 

 I was still thinking I should not be watching and still could not make the move to stop. Mary Ann was bobbing up and down on Jeff’s cock, her strokes long and slow, and as I saw her head moving I noticed her pussy lips contracting as she sucked him in, then relaxing as she released him. The movement up and down was mirrored in her hips and she was rhythmically opening and closing her lips slightly too. The combined look was as erotic a sight as I have ever seen and I stood there, hypnotized by the famous hairy lasso. I have never had a threesome involving two men but at that time I could easily have been convinced. The force that kept me there staring also kept me from joining them there and then. I was almost paralyzed.

I don’t know how long they continued on like that but I noticed Mary Anne’s cunt producing droplets of moisture that glistened when she opened slightly.

Someone was rubbing my cock and when I checked I found it was me.

Finally Mary Ann lifted her head and said something to Jeff. I couldn’t hear anything as those twin Chevy’s were screaming in race mode and while we were traveling most communication was in sign language anyway, eavesdropping was not an option. She stood again, this time facing Jeff, standing over his legs, and then suddenly squatted over his very erect cock, slowing to ensure an easy entrance. With natural grace she lowered herself on his cock and buried it to the hilt using only her leg muscles. She ground herself on him, fully impaled, with no contact between them except at the groin. 

With her arms extended slightly for balance Mary Ann used her leg muscles to slowly lift herself up until he was just out of her and then lowered herself onto him again. And again. And again. I was stunned. This was exactly the position and method that Wendy had used to make love to me five years ago. It was like replaying a movie in which I was a participant.

Jeff just lay back and enjoyed it, he was a very willing passenger and Mary Ann had total control. She was fucking him. She varied the speed, she varied the angle, she varied the depth but she kept the contact only at the one point, balancing and controlling with her legs that had obviously done plenty of gym time to enable this.

After a while she once again stood, and this time turned around, facing me. She again lowered herself onto his cock but this time put her hands on the deck near his feet. She resumed her fucking of Jeff, this time at a frenzied pace, her tits bouncing wildly (I had heard there was little movement in implants but there was plenty there in this situation). 

Mary Ann was staring straight at me but again I could not bring myself to move. I watched her face change as orgasm approached and the frenetic pace got faster. She pounded herself on Jeff until she finally buried his cock deep inside her and started to spasm her orgasm. Her head dropped and he started jerking up and down too so I assume they reached the often written about but rare in reality mutual orgasm. 

I was about to finally tear myself away when Mary Ann lifted her head, looked in my direction and winked.

I left quickly, wondering if she had known all along I was watching. Did Jeff know? Would they discuss it? How embarrassing to be the peeping Tom that got caught. I went back to my bunk but sleep was a long time coming. I still had a hard on that felt like it was big enough to split some women in two and I was too embarrassed to jerk off, not because I might get caught, but because I knew I would be picturing Mary Ann riding Jeff when I came.

Sleep eventually came, with my dick still half hard, and I entered a twilight world of dreams and reality with my mind adding me to the hot couple on the foredeck. I dreamed of Mary Ann riding me as she sucked Jeff, I dreamed of her riding Jeff as she sucked me, I dreamed of all sorts of combinations where Jeff and I kept Mary Ann hot and begging for more. I finally dreamed of me filling her mouth with my cum, blast after blast until I was drained and then I fell into a dreamless sleep.

When I woke it all came back to me and I looked to see how much mess I had created. It had been a long time since I had had a wet dream but I knew that if I dreamed of me cumming then I had cum in the bed. The sheet was off and there was not a spec to be seen. Oh no, I thought, that dream was so real what if…? My cock just lay there looking quite satisfied with itself. It knew, but it wasn’t telling.

I went up on deck and Mary Ann was there alone. It seems I had slept in and Jeff had already gone to bed.

“Good morning David.” She said. We always called it morning when someone got up, regardless of the time. “Did you sleep well?”

“Uh, yes.” I replied, not knowing what to say or how to say it.

“Do you remember David, the thing we are never to talk about?” She asked.

“Of course.” I answered. Oh how I remembered.

“Well now there’s two, ok? Please?” Mary Ann was giving me an easy way out and I seized it.

“Yes, of course, if that’s what you want.” I said.

“It is.” She answered, dismissing the subject.

Then Mary Ann licked her lips and said “Yum.”

My cock jumped. I went and found something to do on the engines for a while.

For the rest of the trip Mary Ann and Jeff acted like lovers, cuddling and kissing and just being infatuated with each other. Good, I thought, they both deserve someone special. I never caught them at it again and I didn’t have any more dry wet dreams that were just so realistic.

One night we finally tied up next to a Rupert off the coast of South America and we got a briefing.

The chief Rupert met us in his cabin. 

“Names are not important.” He said by way of an introduction.

“The I will call you Boss Rupert.” I said.

“Good enough.” He answered.

Boss Rupert was definitely military in bearing and used to command. Tall, about six three, very fit and very confident.

“You guys need to take over from here, we cannot get closer.” He told us.

“Why?” Asked Jeff.

“International politics and a trigger happy dictator.” Said Boss Rupert. He looked appraisingly at Jeff. “Military?” He asked.

“’Nam,” said Jeff, “Commandos.”

“Ah.” A light had turned on and suddenly they were exchanging unit and battle information. I watched Jeff and saw the emergence of respect for Boss Rupert and what he had done. That was good enough for me.

After a while they remembered Mary Ann, two Rupert minors and I were there.

“Oh, sorry,” said Boss Rupert, “let’s get back to the subject.”

“Wendy went in a week ago, she wouldn’t wait for you to get in position as the two brothers were only going to be together for one night. She set off the device and Ramon was killed but Carlo survived. They were apparently already on to her and she was lucky to escape.”

“She’s all right then?” I asked anxiously.

“Yes and no.” Boss Rupert answered.

“She took a planned escape route but it seems one of our links was a traitor and she is now being held in a warehouse near the docks here.” He pointed at a place on a map.

“What will happen to her?” Asked Mary Ann, the color drained from her face.

“Apparently Carlo is being treated for injuries and they are holding her until he can deal with her personally.”

“Oh, god no.” Mary Ann breathed.

“What can we do?” Asked Jeff.

“What can you do? I asked Boss Rupert.

He looked at us and seemed to make a decision. 

“We,” he said to me, “can do nothing. We cannot risk being caught there due to our government connections. You,” he said to Jeff, “cannot do anything either.’

“Oh, god no,” Mary Ann said again “you are going to cut her loose.”

I was chilled. “I will not sit back and let someone “deal with” Wendy,” I said, “you tell me where to get her and I will go and get her.”

Boss Rupert looked at me and spoke as if he hadn’t heard anything. “You,” he said, “on the other hand, are the only person who can do anything. And it is at a pretty big risk.”

“Fine,” I said, “Tell me about it.”

Boss Rupert looked at me then spoke. “We got a phone call on a positive secure number,” I must have looked blank, “that is a number only known to operatives and not to be given without their belief that things are right.”

“Wendy approves.” I said.

“Yes,” Boss Rupert said, “she accepts what she has been told.”

“Which is?” I asked.

“Her night time guard is a young woman named Louisa,” Boss Rupert said, “she asked for you to go there, that’s how we got the address.” He hesitated. “If anyone else turns up she says she will kill Wendy.”

Mary Ann gasped and Jeff hugged her.

“What else?” I asked.

“A message that only you will understand she said. Wendy said to say if you do this it will be a very long winter.”

They all looked at me for clarification.

“I understand,” I said, “it’s on the level. Where do I go and when?”

“It’s very risky.” Said Boss Rupert.

“I know, I accept, now stop wasting time.”

He stopped wasting time, told us the address, the time was tonight because the latest information was that Carlo was on his way right now, so we left quickly.

The trip from international waters to the harbor was interesting. I realized the depth of my feelings toward Wendy and decided if she did not come back neither would I. Mary Ann wished me luck and held me tight. Jeff suggested I take a gun. I didn’t know there were guns on board, but refused anyway. This Louisa might not take too well to an armed man entering the prison.

In the early hours of the morning we entered the harbor quietly and I left in the dinghy before the officials paid us any attention. A slow row ashore and I hid the dinghy in a bunch of small boats tied with long lines up to the shore. Incoming tide I thought, and thought I should have asked when I had the chance. I followed a set of simple instructions through the deserted waterfront area and was soon standing in front of a door that looked like all the others in a street of warehouses. There was no light inside and I checked and re checked my directions before knocking quietly.

I heard a question in a language that I did not recognize, but assumed to be Spanish or similar.

“It is David.” I said firmly.




4 Seasons of a Life Ch. 04



More talking I did not understand inside, the scrape of a bolt being drawn, and then Wendy’s voice. “Come in David, with your hands up and close the door behind you. Do not say anything except to answer questions.”

I opened the door, stepped in and then closed it behind me. I put my hands back up as another instruction was whispered in one language and translated by Wendy, somewhere in the darkness.

“Lock the door, David.” Wendy sounded tired.

I locked the door and turned to face the dark room, not able to make out much in the gloom. There were a couple of windows up at the roof level but my eyes were yet to adjust.

More whispering then “Stand still, do not move or talk no matter what she does.”

I nodded my understanding and a small figure with a very large gun approached. Louisa would have been about five foot three and very slight. She could easily have been mistaken for a child except for the menacing assault rifle. She motioned me to turn around and I did. Louisa then checked me for weapons, running a hand around my waist, under my arms and up and down my arms and legs. I thought it was good I had not come armed, as Jeff had suggested. Her final check was my groin and she took my cock in her hand and gave it a squeeze. I jumped a bit but said nothing, although plenty of questions came to mind.

Louisa stepped back and again the relayed instruction with Wendy saying, “Go and sit in the chair David.”

I tuned around and could vaguely make out a chair in the middle of the room. I went to it and sat, Louisa faded into the shadows behind me.

Then Wendy started talking.

“David, I have been talking to Louisa and the only way out for me is to give her a way out too.”

“No worries…” I started.

“Shhh. Do not talk, it makes her nervous and that thing is loaded.” Said Wendy quickly. As my eyes adjusted I saw Wendy was in front of me, sitting on a bed with her hands behind her back, tied up I guessed. Louisa was behind me somewhere. I decided not to talk.

“Louisa is Carlo’s cousin but does not agree with the family business. She wanted out but that is not the way they do things and Carlo has told Louisa’s father he will marry her this week. She does not want to marry him, as he is very cruel and violent. Carlo will punish her family if she runs away with us so the only solution is to make her unsuitable to marry, obviously against her will.”

How, I was thinking do we disfigure her? Do we…

“For her to marry Carlo she must be pure, a virgin,” Wendy said, “to make her unsuitable you must rape her.”

Oh fuck, I thought, what the hell am I getting in to now?

“It has to be obviously brutal, no taking it easy on her, because she wants to be honest when she tells her family how she was forced. To do this we will act out an entry to the building and all instructions will be from me in English, which she cannot understand.”

So many questions I thought.

“You have to answer yes now to say you will do it. If you say yes it must be a promise to me you will go through with it. If you say no she will shoot us both. There is no other way. What is your answer?”

There was no other choice.

“Yes.” I said with a waver in my voice. At my age I was going to become a rapist.

“Get up and go out the door. Give me a short time after I bolt it the tap on the door and call me.”

I did as Wendy said and when I called her I heard the thump of a heavy hit. Moments later the bolt slid aside and I went back in. Wendy’s hands were cuffed but were now in front of her. Louisa was laid out on the floor. 

“Cuff keys in her pocket.” Wendy said.

I picked up the dazed Louisa and lay her on the bed. She was wearing military type fatigues and in a front trouser pocket I found the key. As I unlocked the cuffs Louisa started moaning.

“Hit her.” Said Wendy.

I hit her, a slap across the face.

“No,” said Wendy, “hit her hard like you hate her.”

Louisa was lying on the bed, moaning and I punched her hard in the jaw.

“Good, that’s better,” Wendy said firmly, rubbing her wrists, “now rape her, violently.”

I looked at Louisa, bleeding from the lip and trembling and turned to Wendy.

“You must,” She said, “you promised and I promised.” She picked the rifle up from the floor and pointed it at Louisa, saying something I did not understand.

I reached to the fatigues and tore the shirt open, buttons flying, exposing a large gold cross between small naked breasts. Be rough, I thought and squeezed the surprisingly long nipples tight as Louisa winced at the contact. I leaned down and bit firmly on her tits, drawing blood in one place and leaving marks that would become bruises in others. 

“Good.” Wendy said.

Louisa moaned in pain and I hit her again. Without being told. 

“Shut up,” I said, as viciously as I could make it, “or it will be harder on you.”

I reached down to her waist and unbuttoned her pants. Louisa tried to push my hands away but stopped as Wendy held the rifle to her body. I ripped the fly open and pulled her pants down and off roughly. Her shoes came off at the same time. Louisa lay on the bed, eyes wide and trembling as I reached down to her underwear, a pair of small white panties. I grabbed them and pulled.

In stories they would have ripped off but these must have been industrial strength undies because I couldn’t tear them. I tried, but just could not do it. I could just pull them down, I thought, but did not want to let them beat me. I tugged and pulled lifting Louisa off the bed at times but they wouldn’t budge. Wendy finally got sick of watching and handed me a knife. I cut the super pants off and Louisa lay naked in front of me, her legs tight together, her dark pubic hair a smudge on pale coffee skin.

Louisa whimpered as I ran the back of the knife blade along her throat, down over her tits, over the flat smooth stomach to her crutch and then down her slit. 

“Open.” I said motioning the meaning of the word.

She shook her head.

I slowly cut her stomach, just deep enough to draw blood. She would have screamed out loud if Wendy had not covered her mouth.

“Open.” I said again and Louisa spread her legs slowly.

“Good.”

I looked at this young, pretty girl, barely twenty I guessed, spread on front of me, bleeding from the mouth, a tit and her stomach and wondered what the hell could be worse for her than this.

I looked at Wendy. “Are you sure…?” I asked.

Wendy looked at Louisa who gave her a tiny nod.

“Do it.” Wendy said.

I undid my pants and dropped them to the floor, kicking off my shoes and stepping out of them. I dropped my underwear revealing my cock, totally limp.

“It does not turn me on.” I said.

“Maybe this will.” Wendy said walking up to me and dropping to her knees. She took my cock in her mouth and sucked hard, pulling it all the way in. Without using her hands she sucked me in and pulled away over and over as I felt the blood start to pump. Soon she was limited to about half of my length without gagging and she looked up at me. I nodded.

Wendy moved back to Louisa’s head, holding her mouth shut as I got on the bed, spreading her legs wide. My cock was close to its target as I spat in my hand and rubbed it into Louisa’s entrance. 

“You cannot be gentle David.” Wendy said. “She must be believed when she describes what was done to her.”

Another spit for my cock and then without warning I drove it in to the hilt in one vicious stroke. Louisa screamed into Wendy’s hand, her back arching as she bucked against me, her eyes were shut and her tears flowed. In that one stroke I had felt resistance all the way and it actually hurt me too, being so dry. 

I waited a moment before pulling out entirely, again in a fast movement, before another spit on the cock then plunging in again. Louisa cried out over and over as I started to build up a rhythm driving my cock in full length and pulling totally out, over and over.

This vicious fucking lasted about ten minutes then my cock went soft. I suppose it’s no surprise as with my age I was finding this could happen if I was not mentally totally switched on and to be honest having a woman crying in pain and bleeding because of me was not a turn on. I had experienced enough power in my life and did not get off on this type.

“Is that enough,” I asked Wendy, “can we go now?”

Wendy spoke to Louisa, who spoke back, her voice quite level. I wondered how much of her distress had been her acting the part. A lot I hoped. The answer, unfortunately, was not what I wanted.

“You have to cum in her.” Wendy said bluntly.

“I can’t just do this on demand any more,” I told her, “I need to be inspired, not turned off.”

“We are running out of time, David. What does turn you on then?” Wendy was looking at me and this was the first time I had really seen her since I had gone in to the warehouse. Her hair was tied up in a loose disheveled ponytail, she had no makeup on but looked more distinguished rather than older, she wore a khaki shirt that was wrinkled and stained from being lived in for too long, the top couple of buttons undone showing the sheen of sweat on her tits. She had a rather wrinkled long skirt on and a pair of hiking boots. She was very much the bedraggled lady and just looking at her, thinking about the hurried head job earlier, made my thoughts turn to the sex we were going to enjoy together for the rest of our lives.

“You.”

She looked at me, thought for a bit and then unbuttoned her shirt.

“Could you get it up for me?” She asked seductively, slowly dropping the shirt off her shoulders revealing a dark bra.

A twitch in my cock. “I think so.” 

Wendy took the bra off revealing tits firm enough to make a woman half her age proud. Her nipples were firm. My cock started to follow suit.

“Still only think so?” Wendy said, slowly lowering her skirt to the ground leaving a brief pair of dark panties and her boots the only covering. Damn, she looked good.

“For you, yes,” I said as my cock reached horizontal and continued to rise, “for Louisa I don’t think so.”

Louisa had been watching from the bed and Wendy said something to her. She nodded. Wendy went to her and rolled her onto her stomach with her legs off the side of the bed, her abused pussy was displayed to me and was slightly open. Wendy dropped her panties and lay over Louisa’s back. They were now both displayed and my dick was hard.

“Fuck me David,” Wendy said in a husky voice, “I have waited for so long, just fuck me now.”

I walked over to them and slowly slid my cock into Wendy’s pussy. Short strokes lengthening as we got into it. She was not very wet and Wendy said, “Use Louisa for lubrication, David, she is wet now.”

I pulled out of Wendy and entered Louisa again. She shuddered at the contact but after a few strokes it was clear she was wetter, so I got my cock good and wet in her and then lifted my aim and entered Wendy again.

When I was fucking Wendy she groaned in ecstasy, when I was fucking Louisa she was groaning in pain and revulsion. She is acting, I thought, trying to convince myself, and I kept it up, fucking Wendy about ninety percent and just slipping into Louisa often enough for her to be able to say we were toying with her. I built up to a faster pace and could feel the cum rising from my balls.

“You must cum in Louisa.” Wendy panted, I wondered why but as the feeling got close I slipped out of Wendy one last time and plunged, full length, into Louisa. She cried out as my cock sprayed its load deep in her recently virgin pussy.

We lay there panting for a while, and then Wendy said, “We have to go quickly, now.”

Wendy and I hurriedly dressed and we secured Louisa to the bed with the cuffs, her torn shirt providing minimal modesty. Wendy looked at her and said something. Louisa replied in her language and then turned to me.

“Thank you David.” Was what I made out. I told Wendy to tell her how to contact me if she managed to escape to Australia, and she did.

Without further delay Wendy and I slipped out into the early morning and headed back to the dinghy, not going too fast as this would have attracted attention. I asked Wendy why I had to cum in Louisa and she told me that if she got pregnant she would be exiled and could escape the family, and if she did not get prenant it would still be more realistic. We had reached the dinghy and I had rowed half way to my boat when a commotion broke out where we had been earlier. Shots were being fired and car horns were blowing. The noise started to move our way.

“Carlo must have found her,” Wendy said, “we had best not be here.” I rowed as fast as I could toward the shape of my boat. Some vehicles pulled up at the dock and a group of men in military type dress got out, guns held at the ready. They scanned the water but we were far enough out to be too hard to see. They went into the harbormasters office and as we were climbing aboard a searchlight came on and started spotlighting the boats. 

Soon Jeff was helping us up and he asked, “After us are they?”

“Yes, and they are pretty pissed off.” I answered, puffing heavily.

“Get out of sight.” Jeff said and we went below to where Mary Ann waited. Mother and daughter had a huge hug and a quick “Are you all right, Yes I’m fine” discussion.

Mary Ann turned to me, “Thank you, David.” She said. Second woman in the last half an hour to thank me. I must be doing something right.

Jeff had started the engines and we were slowly moving forward when the spotlight picked us up. 

An amplified voice boomed out, first in the local language, and then in English. “Stop your vessel now and prepare for inspection.”

Jeff continued slowly forward.

The message was repeated and then Jeff, wearing a large hat I had not seen him put on turned on a megaphone and said something to them in Vietnamese followed by “No English.” 

A brief discussion on shore with the next announcement being “Stop or we will shoot.”

Jeff said quietly to us, “Hold on tight this will get very bumpy.” Then again called out “No English.”, in his best Vietnamese accent.

 On the jetty they finally responded with the international shot across the bow, but only from a rifle, then Jeff opened the throttles and the boat leapt into motion. A volley of rifle shots followed and I heard a couple of hits. We shot out of the harbor at full speed and another boat started to give chase.

I looked around as Jeff asked, “Anyone hurt?” and was about to say no when I saw Wendy was holding her arm, and there was a fair bit of blood.

We panicked a bit and eventually I was steering the boat as Jeff applied a field dressing.

Mary Ann came up and shouted; “Don’t lose them.” as the boat behind us fell away. 

“Why not?” I yelled over the screaming motors.

“Carlo will be on board,” she replied, “if we can get them out in international waters Rupert will get them.”

I backed off the throttles slightly, and Mary Ann went back to the radio.

We allowed the pursuing boat to slowly gain on us and they occasionally fired shots, but none came close. As we went Jeff came up with a number of packages which he fiddled with. Mary Ann came up and said “Now.” And Jeff started throwing them in the water behind us.

We watched and waited for what seemed an eternity then a waterspout erupted behind the boat chasing us, they swerved quickly but it was too late as the second explosion flipped them into the sea. We saw a chopper coming up and smiled as the rest of the bombs showered the swimmers with water.

I went below to see how Wendy was and it was bad, but not life threatening, Mary Ann spoke to Rupert and they had picked up Carlo and his henchmen who were all in custody. We arranged to have Wendy taken off the boat for treatment and I chose to go with her.

Eventually we were stopped, waiting for the chopper discussing the future.

“Wendy and I will go straight back to Australia,” I said to Jeff and Mary Ann, “what do you guys want to do, this will leave you shorthanded.”

They looked at each other and smiled in anticipation.

“This is nice.” Said Mary Ann.

“We might explore for a bit.” Said Jeff.

“Just come back in time for the wedding.” Wendy said.

“Yours or ours?” Mary Ann asked grinning.

Wendy looked at me and I nodded.

“Both.” Said Wendy.

I gave Jeff a credit card and an authorization to use it and the boat, “An early wedding present.” I told him.

We hugged the girls, shook hands with each other and Wendy was winched aboard the chopper and I climbed the rope ladder.

As we drew away from the boat I think I was the only one that saw Mary Ann waving her bikini top over her head. Have fun kids, I thought.

Seventeen years on and I am lying in bed with Wendy, my wife, sleeping beside me. We have aged a bit and are a little frailer, but life is good. We got married as soon as Jeff and Mary Ann returned, and went to their wedding the next weekend. They honeymooned in the Pacific Islands and we honeymooned in the Australian inland. I remember the excitement of packing the old Chevy pickup and just going exploring. We could not keep our hands off each other and made love on the original seat, next to Ularu, in Kings Canyon, in Standley Chasm, at the Devil’s Marbles and in countless other places. We touched each other up at the Mataranka thermal springs, in a cruise boat up Katherine Gorge, on Cable Beach in Broome and even on a plane above the Bungle Bungle National park. One of my favorite memories is of Tunnel Creek, where in the cave running through the mountain I took Wendy from behind, both of us standing calf deep in water where the harmless fresh water crocodiles swim, the bat colony above restless due to our cries of passion. We had a lot of lost years to catch up on, and the eventual introduction of Viagra meant we could catch up that much quicker.

We play with the grandchildren, between trips abroad, and we still enjoy sex immensely. I have bought a retirement home and converted it to double beds for couples, something that did not exist before. We had to improve the soundproofing because some of the younger staff were quite disturbed to find out that people that are old and wrinkly still had sex, but bad luck, we do.

Wendy’s theory of four seasons is right. I had four virgins in my life, one for each of my four seasons, Wendy, my first, for Spring, Wendy brought me Mary Ann for Summer, she brought me Tash for Autumn (Fall) and also took me to Louisa for Winter. The reasons varied but each one holds a special place in my heart, with Wendy the pivotal part of it all. My life has been very good.

All this thinking about sex has made me horny, I might just see if Wendy is awake.

“Darling?”

“Mmmm?”

“Look.”

“Mmmm.” 

Fade to the sound of squeaking bed springs.