1 comments/ 24789 views/ 6 favorites The Home-Cumming By: matriarch This story contains explicit depictions of a loving and caring relationship. If you find real love offensive, I suggest you find your thrills elsewhere. * * * * * I had been away for a few days, unavoidable, but painful nevertheless, we had not spoken, not one word. E-mail was out of the question, there was no facility available, and telephones, except for dire emergencies, were a no-no. You hated them and would not use them. My mind had been full of you the whole time, some of it good, much of it wonderful, dwelling on our reunion, but some of it had driven me distracted. I had been assailed with visions of you in pain, ill, in distress, alone, and me not being there to comfort you, to help. At those times, usually in the middle of the night, when I could not sleep for want of you and your warmth and softness, it was all I could do not to just jump on the first plane and rush back to you. In daylight hours it was easier to fill my time, get on with the work I had to do, get through this time, and then return to you. But every time I stopped, you were there in my mind's eye. Everywhere I looked, I was surrounded by couples, smiling, laughing, sending invisible signals to each other. It was unbearable. Our being together, our delight in each other, our need for each other was still so new, so intense, that not being together was like a physical pain, for me, at least. Finally, my tasks complete, I was able to return. To you. I have always been impatient, but now, it was as if time stood still, the earth had stopped turning. My journey seemed interminable. But now, I was here. As I stood at the threshold, my heart pounding, suddenly I was stricken with an inexplicable shyness. My legs refused to move, my mouth was dry, I was afraid. Afraid of what I would find on my return. These were the seeds that my mind was feeding me, seeds of doubt. Finally, taking a deep breath, I opened the door and entered. Placing my bag and coat in the hallway, I made my way quietly to your study, where I knew you would be at this time. My heart was pounding so hard, it must have been audible out in the street. Gently I pushed open the door, and just peeping round the edge, my heart skipped a beat. You were there, just as I had been imagining while I was away. Sitting at your desk, totally engrossed in what you were writing, red hair tumbling down your back, over your soft creamy shoulders. The relief I felt that you were OK, nothing appeared to be wrong, almost turned my legs to jelly, it was all I could do to stand. I grabbed the door-frame, and in that moment of weakness must have made a sound, because your head moved slightly, your frame went rigid, and after a few seconds you turned in your chair and looked directly at me. Such a look, those eyes, those lips, that sweet face. I was so overcome, I could not move if my life had depended upon it. For a brief moment, your face did not change, and then your mouth formed into an 'O', as you realised it was me, and I was back. Then the 'O' became a smile, wide, soft and so gentle. You turned your chair fully, rose on those long, long legs, and with a slight stumble, quickly crossed the room to me, stopping uncertainly a few inches from me, a look of concern on your face, a question in your eyes. Reaching out one hand tentatively to touch my face, you spoke, "What's wrong?". The sound of your voice, the feel of your fingers on my skin, awoke me from my stupor. I took my hand from the doorframe, reached for you, and pulling you into my arms, holding you against me, whispered in your ear, "Nothing, love. Nothing. Not now." I held you this way, against my cheek and shoulder, my arms tight around you, and yours around me, so that you could not see the tears welling in my eyes. Not now. This was a time for smiling and joy. I was back. Everything had been said in the long, deep, soft kiss that followed our greeting. It had said simply, I missed you. After that kiss, I had taken your face in my hands and just looked at you, taking in every curve, every crevice, every line, making sure nothing had changed in my time away. Nothing had. If possible, you were even more beautiful than when I left you. Then I smiled, wide and happy, and kissed your eyes, your nose, your cheeks, your neck, your ears, greeting each one in turn. "Hullo eyes.............kiss.............. hullo nose.................kiss..............hullo cheek.............kiss.............hullo neck, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, huuuuuullllloooooo neck................kiss................hullo ear....." until, laughing indulgently, you pulled my head down and took possession of my mouth again in a manner which told me in no uncertain terms you were glad I was back, and whispered against my lips, "Hullo, my love." leaving me breathless and overheating. I bent and scooped my arm under your legs, you gripped your arms tightly around my neck as I swung you around, delighting in your laughter, and dropped us both on the couch, you sitting on my lap, your head nuzzled softly into my neck and shoulder. The couch, pulled up to the fire, was the place where we had spent so much time in the first delicious days together, exploring our feelings for each other, making love, talking, laughing, making more love, reading, eating, just being together. You were asking me about my time away, and whether I had got everything done. I briefly said, yes, I had done what I had to do, but did not want to think about those days apart from you. I bent my head to you, and nuzzled my lips against your mouth, my tongue playing along the join, probing, gently urging, until your lips parted and allowed my tongue entry. With a soft moan, your arms tightened around my neck, and I pulled you closer into my arms, and went with my tongue as it searched your mouth for all the tastes and sensation of you. I was becoming intoxicated with the taste, smell and feel of you, after my time away. Eventually you pulled away from me, and panting slightly, your chest rising and falling in time with mine, you looked into my eyes, "Would you like to eat , are you hungry?" The smile that accompanied these words, told me exactly what you were offering me as sustenance, and I could not wait. "Oh I'm hungry love, and yes I want to eat. You. Your skin, your breasts, your mouth, your pussy. Now." Your smile, and the slight blush to your cheeks told me that I had made the right response, and almost shyly, you lowered your head into my shoulder. Always you manage to surprise me. Shyness. After the times we had shared. I shook my head in amazement, and softly kissed your hair, squeezing you gently. "I've been away from you far too long, I need to remind myself of just how beautiful you are, and how wonderful you taste." I also needed to hear again the sounds you make, those wonderful moans and sighs when I touch you. You raised yourself up from my lap, and stood in front of me. Then, and only then, did I notice what you were wearing. Soft white camisole, with thin straps, white garter belt, white stockings, heels, and white satin panties. My own little lingerie slut, I had been imagining you dressed like this all the time I was away. Now, it was as if you knew I was on my way home, and dressed just for me. My eyes took in the whole of you, moving slowly from the top of your mane, over your face, eyes, cheeks, lips (mmmmmmmmmmmm) slowly over your shoulders, (oh how my mouth watered at the thought of kissing those shoulders), down over your breasts, where I lingered briefly - loving the blush that came to your cheeks - your softly curving waist, swelling hips that just begged to be stroked, dragging my eyes past those panties and what they hid, down your silky thighs, shapely calves, elegant ankles and to your feet. Then back up to your eyes. I saw the matching need in your eyes, and as you held out your hand to me, I took it, stood and walking backwards, allowed you to lead me to our bedroom, trying to look seductive - and succeeding. As if you needed to seduce me. I was in heat for you. I was on fire for you, had been since I had had to leave you days before. Once in the room, you stopped, but continued to pull me to you, until we were touching, breast to breast, tummy to tummy. Both of us were panting slightly now, the need taking hold, moving everything along quickly. As if a decision had been made, you reached for me, and quickly, with no intent to tease or arouse, released and removed my clothes, until I stood naked before you. I reached for your panties, and kneeling, quickly pulled them down, waiting until you had lifted each foot and flicked the panties aside, before reaching for you. I pulled you to me, my face buried in your pussy, my tongue desperately searching for, and finding the taste I had been craving. My tongue reached as far as was possible in this position, but I needed more. Lifting my head to look up at you, I urged you, "Spread your legs. Now." You made no sound, simply did as I asked. With your pussy now wide, I dove back in, and with my hands gripping you tightly around your bum cheeks pulling you close against me, I licked, probed and sucked with a desperation I had never felt before. I could hear you panting and moaning, "Yes, oh god, yes, yes." Those were the sounds that I had missed, the sounds that inflamed me, and I quickly, and sadly not very gently, moved one hand and thrust 3 fingers into your now very wet pussy. "Yessssssssss, yessssssssss" I moved my hand back and forth, deeper and deeper, my lips took hold of your clit, flicking its tip with my tongue as I sucked it into me, and with a strangled cry, your fingers gripping my shoulders in an effort not to fall, you came for me, suddenly, shudderingly, depositing more of your sweet wetness into my mouth and over my fingers. I pushed and sucked, until your hands moved to my head, and gently urged me away from you. As I looked up, you seemed to crumple slightly and your legs gave way, as you slid into an elegant heap into my arms. "Oh goddddddddd love, oh goddddddddd. More." I was delighted with your response. I stood, lifted you and gently placed you on the bed where you lay completely overcome with the suddenness of your orgasm. My heat was still inflaming me, and remembering one of our conversations on your desire sometimes for pure and simple 100% raw fucking, I moved to the nightstand, took out the harness, and with a little lubrication on my plug (I needed only little I was dripping with my want of you), I quickly inserted it, and clipped one of the larger dildos on the front. I would not use a vibe this time, I just wanted to give you the fucking you craved. I moved to the bed and positioning myself between your legs, moved them wider, bending the knees for your comfort, and lining up the cock with your dripping pussy, I leaned over you, gently kissing your breasts, sucking your nipples - loving your shudder and gasps - and then to your mouth, where I nibbled your lips, before I whispered, "I am going to fuck your brains out, my love. We have several days to make up for." As I placed my hands over yours, holding them against the bed so you could not touch me or feel me, except through my fucking, I plunged the dildo in you in one deep, long move. Your long moan, was all I had hoped for, as were all the other sounds that you made while I moved back and forth in long plunges, rhythmic and deep, drawing a cry out of you each time I grounded the dildo deep inside you. It was not long before your hips began to move up urgently against me, I knew what I had to do. Bending my head low to just above your face, where your eyes were closed in concentration at achieving your goal, I whispered. "I don't want you to cum yet love, not until I say so. Do you understand?" I did not know how long I could hold out, let alone you, but I knew this would please you, this teasing, this restraint, and with a gulp and swallow you muttered your agreement. "I won't cum, not until you say so." Knowing how much it had taken out of you to say those words, at this moment, while I was still moving back and forth in your silky depths, momentarily I pushed into you and held the cock there, deeply, not moving, and lowered my mouth to your lips and softly kissed you, whispering, "Well done darling, well done." Keeping my hips still, I moved my mouth back to your breasts, and for a while, I kissed, nibbled and sucked on your nipples, until you began to push them against me, wanting more, panting your need. Your hands were gripping mine, desperately trying to keep your orgasm at bay. I moved my mouth back to your mouth and softly kissed and nibbled your lips, letting the sensations slowly recede, until I decided it was time to resume. But before I did, "Open your eye, I need to see you." Slowly your eyelids fluttered open, and our eyes met, in silent understanding. I smiled at you, and with a soft brush of your lips, my hips began their movement in you, back and forth. You eyes closed each time I entered your depths, and your mouth was gasping, drawing in air, and very soon, your hips began to move against me again, and once again, with difficulty, I stopped. This time you moaned, long and needy. "Please love, please love, I need............." "I know, I know, I do too. Soon. Soon." Once more I lowered my mouth and softly and gently nuzzled your lips, allowing the sensations time to recede slightly. Before I resumed, I new that this time I would not be able to stop. I needed. I just needed. I lifted myself away from your body, and kneeling upright, lifted your hips slightly and pulled a pillow under them, lifting them higher against me, your legs lying against my shoulders, my arms reaching round your knees to grip your hips, so that I could, if possible, reach even deeper inside you. Before I entered you again, I whispered, "Your arms love, put your arms above your head. This time we will cum." With a deep breath, you did as I asked, and gripping your hips I plunged into you, as deep as I could go. The moan that followed came from us both, and I knew, just knew it would take very little time. Your hips, although placed against my thighs, pushed against me, using your arms to brace yourself and your legs pushing against me. Every push echoed within me, and before long, the thrusting was fast, furious. I knew could not, would not, stop this time, did not want to stop, gritted my teeth, in my desire to prolong the pleasure for you as long as I could. Then you spoke, more like exhalations, and this was all it took. You opened your eyes, and looking at me, into me, pleaded, "Fuck me love, FUCK ME! Make me cum.". With a moan I pushed deeper and harder into you than I had ever been before, touched parts of you I had never touched, and at the same touching places within myself that I did not know existed, and the searing heat of orgasm rushed through me from my pussy, up through my body into my nipples, and rushing out through the top of my head and down my legs out through my feet. I was on fire. Pushing, and pushing and pushing, crying out, aware that you were moving equally frantically against me, making matching noises. Again and again we heaved against each other, until almost sobbing with the overwhelming sensations, I released my hold on your legs and fell against you, my breathing coming in gasps and swallows, my face lying against your heaving breasts. Slowly I became aware of soft hands on my back, stroking gently, softly; warm lips kissing my face, murmuring against my skin. My breathing was gradually slowing, the pulsing in my neck and groin were slowing to a manageable level, and I felt almost able to talk. Slowly I used my hands to lift my body, so I could look at you. You had your eyes still closed, your lips were parted slightly but your breathing had slowed, your chest was not rising and falling so violently. I reached my head up and lightly touched my lips to yours. Your eyes opened and such a smile. Always that smile. I smiled back, and laying my head on your shoulder, muttered, "In case you hadn't noticed love, I'm back." You chuckled delightedly in response, and slid your arms around my back holding me to you, and lifted your legs around mine, to keep the fullness of the cock inside you. With a sigh of contentment I slid my arms under you, around your back, and moved my hips slightly creating small shocks of sensation within both of us drawing a soft moan from you. Later, maybe later I would have another go at fucking your brains out. For now, I was content. I was home. The Home-Cumming It had taken me nearly three days of sleeping and eating fresh food to get the feel of the desert out of my system and off my skin. Now I was heading for the open moors of the Northern Counties. I had been debriefed by my unit and I had, in my turn, debriefed a couple of the divorced ladies of the town to ease an itch that sleep and good food couldn't ease. Money was no problem. I hadn't been anywhere that I could spend any for eight months and that had been my third similar tour in three years. I could live like a prince during my leave, but I had other plans. It was mid-September and I had twenty eight days of leave in which to re-acquaint myself with my home environment and I wasn't wasting a moment of that time. I was having a hiking and camping holiday such as those I used have as a youth, which was why I was now carefully picking my way alongside a river which was rapidly rising because of the storm and cloudburst conditions that had begun two hours earlier. This had not been mentioned when I'd checked the weather reports for this area prior to setting out this morning. I'd spent years hiking and camping around this area as a teenager so I was now hurriedly making my way to a cave which I knew would provide shelter from any storm conditions. There is a rock wall blocking this valley with a waterfall down the face and a steep, slippery, pathway to the top of the cliff, which in places was actually an almost vertical climb. I found a soaked and shivering woman at the foot of the climb. "What happened?" "I slipped and went under the waterfall." This was no place or time for introductions. I hoisted her to her feet, shoved her up the path and started up the climb which meant that, at times, my head was firmly wedged between her thighs and against her soft underside. In other circumstances we both might have enjoyed this, but she needed to get dry and warm before hypothermia set in. I was already carrying a large backpack of my own and the one she had was not much smaller so, even though she was small and light, I had a struggle to get us to the top before my strength went. Once at the top she tried to lie down, but I dragged her across the heather to a large rock, behind which was a narrow ledge. This lead to a cave which was as weather proof as any cave I'd ever seen. The entrance was a narrow slot which was the start of a sinuous passage, five metres long and sloping upwards. She obviously knew about the cave because she eased her way along the ledge without hesitation. Before I did the same I took a LED light from my pack, switched it on, and then entered to begin the task of getting her warm and dry before she became a medical problem. I opened my pack, pulled a tube from the centre of my pack which was in fact a sleeping bag wrapped in a ground sheet which I spread on the floor. Pulling a towel out for her, I told her get her boots off before standing on the ground sheet, and then take the rest of her clothes off. "What?" "Get your kit off and start drying yourself while I sort some warm stuff for you to put on. I take it all your gear is soaked?" "Some stuff is in plastic 'Ziploc' bags but nothing warm. Even so, I'm not stripping in here with you around." I did my imitation of a conjurer and pulled out a large mug and a self-heating tin of broth. I pulled the tab on the tin and a minute later poured the hot broth into the mug and turned to give it to her. "Get that inside you and get your clothes off or I'll do it for you. I'm not after your body; I just don't fancy having to get you to a hospital if you don't do it now. You're shivering and shaking, soon you'll turn blue and it won't suit you, so be sensible." As I spoke I began to strip my own wet outer clothing off so that I could get dry and into something warm. "Turn round; I'm not stripping with you staring at me." "I said be sensible, I'm also wet and cold and in no mood to prat around with your modesty issues." "It's not modesty; I'm embarrassed because I've never undressed in front of a man." "Well I suggest you use this opportunity to get that problem out of the way because the outcome will be nothing like what will happen when you do it in more normal circumstances. I'm not standing here with baited breath, but I am getting colder and angrier, so move it." She turned away from me and started removing her clothing as I found some stuff for her to wear. She had a towel so now I found a warm shirt, a sweater, and some thick socks for her. I told her to take them and as she turned to reach for them she revealed two things. The first was that although she wasn't flat chested; she possessed lovely nipples, pink and erect, but on top of small breasts. I was surprised at how erotic that was. The second thing she revealed was that, despite her never having undressed in front of a man before, she was extremely interested in what I looked like in the genital department. I know this because she never took her eyes of that area of my body. I do admit to carrying out a quick inspection of her body. She was slim, and despite her small breasts she was very definitely female. Her waist, hips, thighs and buttocks were all any man could wish to see. Once she'd donned my offerings, she opened her soaking rucksack and pulled out a plastic bag which held her underwear and was, naturally enough, a lot happier. Unfortunately she was still without dry trousers and I provided my spare trousers, which were far too large, but at least they covered the areas that were making me sweat. . I gave her a LED lamp of her own, showed her to the 'liquids only' toilet hole, at the rear of the cave. When she returned, I told her to get in the sleeping bag, which she did. Her mood rapidly changed when I slid in beside her and zipped the bag closed. It took some force to stop her struggling so that I could explain that she needed warmth and I was the only source of that. She was shivering violently and finally allowed me to hold her tightly, from behind, so that she got some warmth from my body. Then we drifted off to sleep. I do believe that if there had been any room for manoeuvre in the bag, I would have been pulped. I awoke to the experience of being battered in the face from the pounding that the back of her head was giving it. She was struggling to turn, but was unable to do so and had resorted to yelling at me to 'get my filthy paws off her'. That was when I realized that my hands had taken up the position that any man's hands would take up if he was holding a woman, from behind, in bed. I had not gone beneath any clothing, I had not in fact, touched any flesh, but my hands were over her chest and she'd panicked. It took time to calm her and get her to realize that I had been asleep and had not attempted to grope her. She ceased struggling, but asked me to open the sleeping bag as she needed to get up. I did as she asked, but as she struggled to a sitting position her hands went onto my groin which at that moment was sporting a 'stiffy'. She probably had no idea that this was caused because I also needed to use the 'facility', no matter how basic it was. I tried to move myself to lessen the contact, but she'd already grasped the situation, and I think she enjoyed it, I know I did. She gasped, but instead of leaping up, she hung on. "Is that what I think it is?" "That depends on what you think it is. It is me, but it is caused by a need to pass water so please let go of it and hurry up with your toilet so that I can revert to a more relaxed mode." We spent the next hour packing everything away and exiting the cave to find that although the rain had long since stopped, there was still a wind to contend with. As we hiked across the moor I found that she had been intending to go into the next village and put up there for the night, but the storm had progressed so quickly she knew she'd never make it. Instead she'd headed for the cave which she knew of but had never been to, which is where I came in. "My name is Lisa; I'm a computer systems security analyst. I'm from Bristol, and if you make any joke about that then I shall hit you and hate you. Where are we going? I need to eat and bathe and dry my kit out." "We're going to the village you were heading for, there's a café there that does all day breakfasts and then we're going a little further to a hiker's base camp-site which is run by a...friend, and at this time of the year she'll have vacancies. You'll have a bed, a bathroom and access to laundry facilities. I'm Max; I was born and raised in the village we're going to. My family used to farm around here, but dad had had enough and mother wanted sun and sea so they sold up and now live in Spain." "I'm sorry for being so rude and thankless last night. I've never experienced being spoken to so forthrightly before, and you were doing your best to help me. I'm not going to apologise for this morning though, you were stroking me." "For that, I apologise. Even though I was unaware of my action I realize that it can't have been pleasant knowing that you were trapped with a sex crazed monster and couldn't escape his clutches." "You're making fun of me. You may have had loads of experiences, but I never have, and I was scared." "Once again I apologise, it had never occurred to me that a woman as pretty and as shapely as you, would have never experienced close, intimate contact. I make too many assumptions; I suppose being in the forces does that to a man." "About that other thing that happened; I have to apologise for grabbing your... err... member, I couldn't believe how big and hard it was. I was so embarrassed when I realized what I'd done." "I don't know about you, but I enjoyed it. If you want to carry out an analysis of that incident, be my guest." She was saved from having to reply because we'd reached the cafe. It was owned by one of my old school pals so we had a chat about the latest happenings in the village, very few of any noteworthiness. My 'friend' Sheila, had been very successful with her 'Hiker's and Ramblers Camp', which pleased me as I knew it was something she'd always wanted to set up. After we'd eaten, we went on our way again. It was a quiet walk to the campsite, I had the feeling that Lisa had reached a fork in her particular path, and this hardened into certainty when she asked me for my age and occupation. "I'm thirty and I'm a member of Her Majesties Armed Forces. You can have my Number and rank if you wish, you already know my name. "I'm gay." "I'm feeling happy myself after that breakfast." "Don't pretend you don't understand what I said. I'm telling you because I don't want you to think that I'm a total novice, I've just never been involved with males. I prefer females." "Well we agree on something then, I also prefer females. Why did you feel the need to tell me that you have had sexual experiences of whatever kind, and what did my age and occupation have to do with the release of that information?" "You really don't believe in making a difficult situation any easier for someone do you?" "I honestly wasn't aware that there was a difficult situation. You wanted to tell me something I had no need to know, and I wondered why." At that moment we were arriving at the entrance to the camp so the subject went onto the back burner, but I was very interested in what her answer would be. Once Sheila had recovered from the surprise at our arrival, especially mine, and I'd recovered from the hugs and kisses which were lavished upon me it turned out that we were more than welcome to stay for as long as we wished because, now that the school holidays were over, the place was empty. The cabins were in the process of being refurbished in readiness for next the year, but we could have one of the completed cabins which were sited at the rear of site. As the cabins were sited behind hedges they had a degree of privacy not normally found on camp sites. Apparently these were normally referred to as 'lover's lairs, information which was imparted with a questioning look at me, especially when she said that the bed was new but I just grinned and said that it wasn't likely to be put under any undue strain then. Sheila led us to a cabin, made sure the gas heating and electricity was on and said she'd expect us at her house, which was the bungalow we'd passed on the way up the drive, at seven o'clock as she was going to treat us to dinner at her place. All we wanted was a bath and some quality sleeping time. As we waited for the hot water to be ready we sorted our packs. Lisa's clothes were all soaked, so they were destined for the washing machine. There was a supply of washing powder along with a fairly new washing machine so we were good to go. Lisa had her soak, and to be honest, I was surprised at how soon she re-appeared. "I know you're just as cold and tired as I am, so I'll save the real soak for tomorrow. Please be quiet when you've finished, I want to get some sleep." I bathed; I crawled into bed, smiled at the two pillows down the centre of the bed and drifted off to sleep. I had never been masturbated whilst I was asleep, so this was a very pleasant and refreshing addition to my awakening experiences. I opened my eyes to the view of a very pert bottom beside my face as Lisa knelt alongside me. As I lay there, pretending to be asleep, she moved to get between my legs and I felt a warm, wet sensation on my cock. I focused my eyes and could see Lisa kneeling between my legs, with her head moving up and down over my cock. She had about half of my 8 inches in her hot mouth. I could pretend no longer. The feeling was wonderful. She continued to suck for a few minutes before pulling her mouth away to allow her to change position and squat over my hard cock which she was guiding to the entrance to her vagina so that she could fuck me at her pace. Her pace was slow. And we both savoured every tiny sensation as she raised and lowered herself along my shaft. She asked me to massage her breasts as she rode me, with her eyes closed. It was soft and gentle until I rolled her erect nipples between my finger and thumbs. That triggered an enormous climax causing her to collapse in a heap on top of me. Fortunately, I managed to refrain from filling her with my sperm as she did this, and I decided that this was exactly the right moment to see if she really did prefer females, because what I'd just experienced appeared to indicate that she wasn't a total novice around the male member. I rolled her over onto her back, and spread her long legs apart. I didn't waste any time in getting between them, and my still erect cock found its own way to her vaginal entrance. It was a tight fit so I took her gently, easing my rigid cock slowly into that hot, moist tunnel. Once I was fully inside her, I rested for a moment and then withdrew until only my helmet was inside her. I immediately thrust the whole length of my erection back down her tunnel until I met her cervix at which point I stopped moving and just rocked her. After a minute or two she tried to lift her pelvis and whispered. "Please." I pulled back and then began to use my cock as she wanted me to. I slid in and out of her body with ever increasing speed as she thrust her pelvis up to meet my groin coming down. She was a furnace and I stoked her until she erupted once again with her legs wrapped around me and her arms holding me close to her until her spasms subsided. Once Lisa had recovered some composure she disappeared into the bathroom for an hour, and on her return, all pink and feminine she asked me lie in my back. Intrigued, I did as asked, and as soon as I'd done that, she straddled my head. She had a hand wrapped around my cock, which immediately began to become erect, and was just lowering her mouth onto the head of my cock as I very quickly lifted her up, slid my hands between her thighs and forced them apart as I lowered her back down. I could now see, smell, and taste her vagina and as my tongue speared into that burning orifice she moaned. She moaned, she squirmed and she forced herself onto my mouth and tongue at this end of my body as she forced her mouth down my erection at the other end. I licked, I nibbled, and I sucked that hot, soft, and oh so sweet, offering. She began to pant, I began to thrust my erection upwards until, once again, our two worlds exploded, and she produced an orgasmic jet of her own for me to savour. She climbed off me and set about making us a cup of coffee as I headed for a quick pee and a shower. When I returned, Lisa pointed to the living room. I entered to find Sheila sitting in an armchair with a big smile and a bag. She handed the bag to me as she explained that she'd realized that Lisa didn't have any outer clothing to wear until her stuff was dry and ironed, and so, because her partner was around the same size as Lisa, she'd raided her wardrobe for something suitable for the evening, and brought it up to the cabin. She'd assumed we'd be fast asleep and not wanting to disturb us, she'd let herself in to put the bag where we'd find it in the living room. We'd been so engrossed in our activities that we heard nothing so she'd been treated to a very arousing scene. It had been all the more surprising as she'd interpreted my earlier comment to mean that we were not an item. Sheila advised me that she really wanted an invitation to participate in any sequels. Turning to Lisa, she asked her if she had a problem with that suggestion. Lisa smiled and said that she and I had merely been scratching an itch, and as she had been living with a confirmed Lesbian for the past year, she had absolutely no problem with finding out if she'd still got stuff to learn. Sheila headed for the door, but as she departed she told us that her partner had gone home for a couple of weeks to see her parents, which meant that the nights had become long and empty. As Lisa opened the bag and inspected its contents, I brought up the subject of inconsistencies in her claim to be inexperienced around men. She pointed out that; as a lone girl, closeted in a cave with a six foot male who appeared to be overly keen to get her undressed, she had to use every means possible to appear unappealing. "Well my love, that didn't work. You looked, and you still do, very appealing indeed. What excuse do you have to explain the accomplished manner in which you got me to take part in one of the most satisfying fuck sessions that I can recall?" "I may not have lots of 'hands on' experience with men, but I can watch porn like anyone else. It doesn't take a genius to work out what goes where, and when. I had a couple of bad experiences with boys as a teenager and decided that other females were much nicer, cleaner and show more tenderness than the males. I was correct as well." "If that was an example of a practical exam then I would love to help you with your education, because I want to be involved in your final degree exam." "What that comment about participating in any sequels? I'm not keen on threesomes at all, and certainly not with someone who regards the third member as their property." "She wouldn't have said that if she didn't like you, or if she'd thought that we were seriously together. It was her way of letting us both know what she would like the near future to have in store for her. There is no way she's going to rekindle what we once had. You are probably being viewed as this evening's dessert. "We have a history. Sheila and I were born on the same day, at the same time, we grew up together. We had our first sexual experience together, and we enjoyed it so much that we spent all our free time pleasuring each other to exhaustion every chance we got. "Dad had an accident on the farm. He had been kicked in the groin by a horse and afterwards he was unable to get any sort of erection, Sheila's dad happily stepped in and screwed two willing women on a very regular basis. Sheila and I found out, but no one outside of our two families was ever the wiser. The Home-Cumming "Things were good until they found out that we were having more sex than they were. For some reason they were all really upset about the situation and Sheila was packed off to a college in France to 'finish her education'. I've thought a great deal about this and I've come to the conclusion that Sheila's dad may have been keeping my mom happy for longer than anyone would admit. "I decided to make a clean break and joined the Army. Sheila wouldn't look at another man, and there were plenty for her to choose from. She, like you, decided that sexual relief was best obtained from another female. I think you may well have a busy, and hopefully, enjoyable time whilst we're here." "I must admit that I feel a certain amount of lustful interest beginning to surface, do I wait for an invitation or what?" "I'd wait for an invitation if I were you. If I'm correct she'll want you all to herself, and if that proves to be the case then you'll be spending the night there because she doesn't rush her fences. Now, let's get ready for whatever the night may bring. I take it that this afternoon was an admission that you have decided that I'm not a complete brute after all?" "You know full well what I decided." "No I don't. I know you wanted sex, I just wondered what made you decide that I'm suitable for the honour." "I was lonely, I owed you for getting me through the night and I was suddenly desperate for a cuddle. I moved those pillows and crossed the Rubicon, so to speak. What happened next was not deliberate, but my hand brushed against your penis and I was desperate to feel it in my hand again. Does it ever go soft?" "Yes, but you have to work at it, or on it." "I was under the impression that that is what I have been doing, but if that bulge underneath your towel is any indication, then I didn't do a very thorough job." "You could always try and rectify that." Lisa grinned at me and unwrapped the towel from around my waist. Grasping my erection, she led me to the table and then asked me to wait as she sat on the table and made herself comfortable. She lay back and spread her legs until I had a good view of the pink delight nestling between her thighs. Smiling wickedly, she proceeded to stroke between her open labia and rub her clitoris until it visibly swelled. She pleasured herself in this way for a few moments before asking me to come closer so that she could hold my rigid cock. I happily did as she asked for which she rewarded me by using the head of my cock on her sex instead of her finger. Naturally I tried to move forward, but Lisa had other plans. Asking me to hold her legs up and apart, she placed the other hand on my chest to keep me from being able to get into her. She teased me by slowly sliding her hand along my erection as she rubbed my cock against her clitoris. I was being treated to the arousing situation of watching her bringing herself to a climax as she masturbated me to a similar end. We arrived on Sheila's doorstep at the appointed time to be greeted with hugs and kisses; and, I noticed, a surreptitious feeling of Lisa's buttocks. We were ushered in to a very large, and beautifully furnished, sitting room. Three large sofas, several armchairs and occasional tables still didn't make the room appear crowded. We were given a tour of the house; especially the three bedrooms complete with king size beds and en-suite facilities. We had a very good wine with our meal and followed that with a pleasantly relaxed time with yet more wine in the sitting room. As the evening wore on I began to notice a certain amount of tension building up between Sheila and Lisa and although I would dearly have loved to watch the ensuing activity I reluctantly decided to clear the field for them. "Sheila my love, I doubt very much that your partner would be happy if she thought that you were even considering taking a man into your bed; I wouldn't want to be the cause of more grief for you so please accept my apologies for leaving so suddenly, but I'm tired and I rather think that you and Lisa still have lot of ground to cover so I'll bid you goodnight." Before either of them could react I left the room and, grabbing my coat on the way through the entrance lobby, Left the house. Lisa arrived back at midday. When I asked her if she had indeed 'had stuff to learn' she smiled and told me that the only two things she'd learned was that Sheila loved her partner and then she realized that she loved me. I received I big hug, a very long kiss and was given the freedom of her body for the afternoon. We spent the remainder of the week rambling around the moors and dales, with the occasional halt for alternative activities. We met Sheila's partner before we departed and I could see why Sheila had decided to live the life she had chosen. Lisa went to Bristol and I returned to my headquarters. I had made my decision and had opted to take the opportunity to leave the service; so two months later, after my discharge, I rented a flat in Bristol until such time that Lisa had untied the knot to her girlfriend. I move in with Lisa six weeks later. In the service, I had been part of a cyber-attack team, which meant that I had no difficulty in getting a job with the company that Lisa worked for. We became a married couple last month.