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Love Knows No Season

By: TE999



"Ow! Goddamit! Fuck!"

The rusted bolt Ray Peterson had been attempting to loosen on the 1934 Ford he was restoring abruptly broke loose, raking his knuckles against the vehicles frame. 

"Why didn't I wear the goddamn gloves?" he muttered, shaking his injured hand. Then he heard barely suppressed laughter; it sounded like a woman.

"What the hell?" he muttered. Sliding his creeper from underneath the Ford, he saw a pretty young girl standing there, her hand over her mouth, shoulders shaking in mirth.

"I'm so sorry," she said, still giggling, "You sounded just like my uncle when he hurts himself." She saw Ray's bloody knuckles and continued "Are you okay? Do you need a bandage or something?"

"Nah, I just skinned my knuckles. There's a first aid kit hanging over my workbench over there."

"I'll get it," she replied.

'Now who the hell is this?' Ray wondered. All the children in the neighborhood were grown and gone and, in many cases, their parents as well. Dottie never wanted kids, but he got along well with everyone else's in the neighborhood and watched them grow up and set out on their own.

"Here you go," the pretty girl replied, kneeling beside him as he sat on the creeper holding his bleeding hand. She opened the kit, wiped his wounds with an alcohol swab making him wince, then applied an antibiotic cream and carefully bandaged each knuckle.

"You sure know what you're doing," Ray said admiringly.

"I used to volunteer in the hospital back home," she replied. "Sometimes I'd help the nurses bandage people up."

Ray grabbed the door handle and raised himself to a standing position, the girl standing up with him. She was tall, nicely built, with auburn hair and green eyes, dressed in cutoff hip hugger jean shorts and a tube top which set off her figure nicely. Emeralds decorated her ear lobes and belly button.

"What can I do for you, Florence?" Ray said playfully.

"Florence? My name's Heather, Heather Wilson," she replied.

"I was making a joke," Ray said. "Florence Nightingale was a famous nurse in the Crimean War. You bandaged me so well, I ..." He saw the confused look on her face and continued "Aw, forget it. Do you live around here?"

"I just moved in across the street 'cause my dad got a new job in town. He and my mom went out shopping for furniture and I got locked out when I went on the back deck to lie in the sun. I called their cells, but they aren't picking up. Can you help me get back in?"

Ray was sure he could. Charlie and Madge's place had been on the market for some time after they retired to Florida. He and Charlie were friends for sixteen years and he knew the place like his own. If they didn't take their spare key ...

"Sure, I can help you," he replied, "C'mon, we'll get you inside in a jiffy."

"Yay!" she replied, That'd be great. Thanks so much."

Ray slipped on his moccasins and they went across the street. Heather was intrigued by the older man and checked him out while they walked. He was of average height, stocky with black hair turning gray at the temples and on his deep chest, a rugged, yet handsome face and piercing blue eyes. 

He wore only a stained pair of athletic shorts and the sweat ran in rivulets down his muscular frame. He walked with an easy stride, head held high, exuding confidence. Heather licked her lips, he was hot for an old guy.

Reaching the house, Ray walked carefully along the flagstone walk that led around the house, looking for a specific stone. When he saw one with a star incised on it, he bent and lifted it by a corner revealing a small metal box. Brushing the dirt from it, he opened the lid revealing a grimy, yet serviceable key.

"Here we go," he said, "This opens every door in the house, front and back."

"Yay!" Heather said again. "That's so cool."

Continuing down the walk, they climbed the stairs to the deck and crossed it to the back door. Ray put the key in the lock and turned it; nothing.

"Damn," he muttered, "Must be the rust. Might need some WD-40. Lemme try this again."

He turned harder, the lock snapped and the door swung open.

"There you go, hon," he said. "I'll put this back in case you need it again."

"Oh, thanks so much," Heather said, hugging him impulsively. "Can I get you something to drink? You look like you're thirsty."

"Uh, yeah, sure, some water'd be good."

Ray remembered the kitchen well with its patterned vinyl floor, oak cabinets and butcher block countertops. He and Charlie had drunk many a beer in this kitchen while Madge and Dottie cooked dinner. They'd had some good times together and he missed them.

Heather took two bottles of water from the fridge, motioned Ray to sit at the kitchen table and sat across from him. Twisting the caps off the bottles, they both took a drink and stared at each other. 

Heather had a lovely smile, a heart shaped face and a cute little nose. Her auburn hair hung below her shoulders and her eyes were like glittering emeralds. The tube top molded itself to her high, firm breasts and her nipples stood out proudly against the thin fabric. Her skin was smooth and lightly tanned, lacking a blemish or a wrinkle, suffused with the bloom of youth.

'She's a little sweetie', Ray thought and his cock stirred in his shorts. He suddenly realized she was talking to him and began paying attention.

"... so my Dad waited until I graduated school before we moved," Heather was saying, "I knew I'd miss my friends, but I knew a lot of them were going to college in the fall anyway, so I wasn't too sad when we left. We still text and go on Facebook and 'phone each other."

"Are you planning on going to college too?" Ray asked, getting back into the conversation.

"I guess. Dad wants me to go to law school like he did and Mom wants me to study Communication and Journalism like she did; I'm not sure I want to do either one."

"What do you want to do, then?"

"I want to be a forest ranger. I love being outside; going camping and fishing. My Uncle Paul used to take me camping and fishing all the time and I loved it. We went hunting a few times, but I didn't like killing animals, so we quit that. He was fun."

"He sounds like a nice guy."

"He was, so was my Aunt. They didn't get along real well with my parents. Dad called them hippies, flower children and bums because they lived in a cabin in the woods. He wore his hair long, lived off the land and worked odd jobs to make money when he needed some. My Aunt sold eggs from their chickens and veggies from her garden to make a little money too. I thought they were cool. I miss them a lot."

Ray noticed her eyes sparkled when she warmed to her subject. Damn, she was pretty.

"I better get goin'," He said. "I need to finish gettin' the bell housing off that tranny and check the gears before it gets dark. Thanks for the drink. I'll see you around."

They stood up and she walked him to the door, holding his arm, saying "Thanks so much for helping me. You're really nice. Maybe I'll stop by and say 'Hi' if I see you in your garage."

"Anytime. Take care, Heather."

"Bye, Ray."

She watched until he rounded the house and disappeared. The scent of him lingered on her clothing from when she'd hugged him. Her heart began to beat faster and her pussy was moist. Man, he was hot.

***

Two weeks passed. Ray saw Heather from time to time and she always smiled and waved and he waved back. If he was twenty years younger ... then he shook off the thought. He was still married after all.

He had tried calling Dottie any number of times at her sister's after she left, but she never answered his messages, so he figured she was still pissed at him about him not being the Executive Vice President of Amalgamated Steel any longer. 

When he decided to take the golden parachute offered to him when Amalgamated and Consolidated Smelting merged, Madge was furious. He'd had enough of the corporate bullshit and wanted out; she, on the other hand, liked the prestige it gave her in her circle of snobby friends. They fought about it constantly until she moved out and went to live with her widowed older sister. 

Ray missed her at first, then, after a year had passed, became used to living alone. Many of their mutual friends had retired and moved away, so he mostly kept to himself. He still went to the American Legion post on Saturday night for a beer and to see his 'Nam buddies, but he was happier alone restoring cars in his garage, which is where he was when Heather visited him again.

***

When he felt something cold against his bare back, he flinched, then ducked out from under the Ford's hood to see Heather standing there, grinning and holding two bottles of water. She wore a bikini top, cutoff jean shorts and sandals. Damn, she was cute.

"I didn't scare you did I?" she said, playfully. "I thought you might like a cold drink."

"Scare, no, startle, yes. Thanks for the drink. How ya doin'?"

"Okay, I guess. My folks are kinda pissed at me because I told them I wanted to major in Forestry and Environmental Studies instead'a what they're interested in, but they'll get over it. I'm gonna go to the Community College in town for a few semesters and get my GPA up a bit. I didn't do too well in high school; too much sports and not enough studyin'."

"What kind of sports did you play?"

"Soccer, Basketball, Baseball, Track and Field; I was good, not great, but I liked the exercise. I still go jogging in the park twice a week. Maybe I can get on a team in college."

"I played football four years in college and lifted weights. I still go to the gym; don't wanna get flabby."

"Oh, you're not flabby," Heather said emphatically, then blushed, "I mean you look damn good for a guy your age," she blushed again, "I mean ..."

Ray chuckled, "Thanks, hon, I got it. You wanna go sit on the back porch for a while. I could use a break."

"I'd like that."

***

As time went by, Heather stopped by more often and Ray was always happy to see her. She usually regaled him with her various exploits in registering for college, the courses she was taking and the people she'd met there. She said her parents still weren't happy with her course of study, but were resigned to it. Ray mostly let her talk, commenting now and then and offering his advice and opinions if asked. 

They had become increasingly relaxed around each other, often sitting in the back porch swing, their hips and shoulders touching while they conversed. Ray made her lunch several times and she invited him to her house to do the same. 

Ray thought it odd that her parents never seemed to be home and figured they were both pursuing their careers. Heather never said anything regarding their absence and seemed to be perfectly content, so he forgot about it.

***

One afternoon, he was tuning up the flathead V-8 motor in the Ford when Heather strolled into the garage. "What'cha doin'?" she chirped.

"Givin' this beast a tune-up. Makes it run better."

"What's a tune-up? Is something wrong with it?"

"Nope, nothing's wrong. Old cars like this need to have things adjusted so they run better, like the plugs, carb, points, fuel pump, fan belt, that sort of thing. New cars don't need that anymore."

"You sure know a lot about cars," Heather replied. "I just get in mine and drive it."

"You still have to maintain them though. When was your last oil change?"

"Oil change? I dunno, why?"

"You gotta change your oil every so often, hon," Ray said, wiping his hands on a shop cloth. "You can gum up your engine real bad and it'll damage it."

"Could you see if my car needs an oil change?" Heather said. "I can bring it over now if that's okay."

"Sure, go get it."

Heather strolled across the street swinging her hips, drove out of her garage in a red Mazda Miata and into Ray's driveway. She pulled the hood release and got out. Ray disengaged the safety latch, lifted the hood and looked for the dipstick. He checked the oil, then said, "This car seriously needs an oil change. Lookit' this oil; it's thick as molasses."

Heather looked, then wrinkled her nose at the black goop on the cloth Ray was holding, "That's not good is it?"

"Nope. Tell ya what, pull up to the empty bay and leave the engine running, I'll change it for you."

"Oh Ray, you're so sweet. I don't want to put you to any trouble."

"No trouble. It won't take long."

Heather did as she was told while Ray set up ramps, then drove the car up on them to elevate the front end. Taking a wrench and a bucket with him, he slid under the car, found the drain plug on the engines crankcase, loosened it and let the hot oil drain out into the bucket.

Then Heather slid under next to him, saying "So this is what it looks like under here. Ew, it's filthy."

Her body was soft and warm against his, her perfume filling his nostrils, making his cock twitch. 

"You'll get all dirty under here, babe," he said, trying to distract himself.

"I don't mind," she purred, wiggling against him, her breast rubbing his elbow. "That's where the oil goes, huh?"

"Uh, yeah, that's called the crankcase, that's where the oil collects when the motor...are you interested in this?"

"You make everything interesting," Heather replied, wiggling against him again.

'Damn, she's coming on to me', Ray thought, 'She's just a kid, I'm no cradle robber'. She pressed her breast against his elbow again and said "What do we do now?"

Ray could think of several answers to her question, but replied "When the old oil is drained, we replace the drain plug, change the filter, dump the waste oil and put fresh oil in the crankcase."

"Can I help with that?"

"Sure, the oil's drained, so we put the drain plug back in like this. You have to be careful not to over tighten it or you'll strip the plug or the pan threads and then you'll have a real problem."

"I'll remember that. I'd like to try doing this myself next time."

They slid out from under the car with more wiggling on Heather's part. Ray stood up and offered his hand to her. Her hand was soft and her grip was firm. Her eyes shone as she said "Thank you, kind sir," and sprang to her feet, bumping against him, "Whoops, sorry." 

'Oh, man,' Ray thought, "She's so damn cute, I wonder how old she is? She's gotta be at least eighteen if she's outta high school ... nah, I better not, I don't want any trouble with her folks. She's just flirtin' anyway. I'm old enough to be her father.'

He showed her how to change the Miata's oil filter and add fresh oil to the engine. She watched him intently, rubbing against him as they worked under the car's hood. When she asked a question, he turned to answer her and they were practically nose to nose. They stared into the others eyes for what seemed to be a long time, then she smiled and he smiled back.

Finishing their work, Ray started the car and let the engine run as he checked for leaks from the plug or the filter; there were none.

"There you go, princess," he said, turning the ignition off, "Now your engine will run better and won't be damaged."

"Thanks so much, Ray, I certainly appreciate it. Do you mind if I wash my hands?"

"Nope. You know where the bathroom is."

She strolled into the house, wiggling her firm ass at him, looked over her shoulder, grinned and went inside.

Ray leaned back against the Miata's fender and expelled a blast of air from his suddenly dry mouth. He wiped sweat from his chest with a shop towel as his swelling cock rubbed against his workout shorts. Damn, she was hot.

He began working on the Ford again and when Heather didn't appear after twenty minutes, he wondered if she was okay and went looking for her. She wasn't in the downstairs half bath and she wasn't in the kitchen or the living room; where was she?

"Upstairs," he muttered and as he reached the upper story he called "Heather, are you up here?" No answer. "Where in the hell..." he growled aloud and saw the master bedroom door halfway open. When he walked in, he saw her clothes neatly folded on the bed, felt her bare breasts on his back and her arms went around his neck.

"Surprise!" she said.

"Heather, I dunno about this..." he began.

"Shush! You're smokin' hot and I want you to fuck me 'cause I sure wanna fuck you." She released her grip, so he turned to face her and she kissed him, hard, her tongue seeking entrance to his mouth. His resolve crumbled and they embraced, tongues dueling as they began to caress each other. Her skin was warm and felt like fine silk.

"Mmmmm," Heather said, pulling her mouth from his and tugging on the drawstring of his shorts, "I've wanted this for so long. You are so damn hot I can't stand it." 

Ray's shorts dropped to his ankles and his cock stood up, rigid as a steel bar, precum glistening on the head. 

"Oooo, I gotta suck this bad boy," Heather said, dropping to her knees before him. Taking the bulbous cock head into her mouth, she licked it round and round like a Popsicle and then took it into her mouth, humming as she did.

Ray moaned, leaned against the wall and watched her suck him, surprised she could take him in so easily. In the past, girls had told him that he had a big cock and some wouldn't fuck him again because their pussies couldn't handle it. Dottie tolerated sex, but never seemed to enjoy it.

Heather had nearly half of him in her mouth and drool ran down her chin as she continued to suck him. She grabbed his ass as he gripped her head and began face fucking her. He felt cum building in his balls and, with a grunting moan, erupted into her greedy mouth. She swallowed what she could, the rest running down her chin and pooling on the carpet.

Heather leaned back on her heels, licking cum from her lips, took a deep breath and said "Did that feel good, baby?"

Ray knelt down, took her in his arms, stood up and said "What do you think?" They soul kissed as he tasted his own cum in her mouth. 

"Take me to bed, baby," Heather purred, "Take me and fuck me silly with your big cock, I want to feel you way up in me."

Ray kicked his shorts away from his ankles, led her to his bed and turned down the comforter. Heather giggled, bounced up on the mattress, lay on her back in the center and spread her legs wide; her furred pussy glistening, pulsing with desire.

He lay between her spread legs, gripped her ass cheeks in his strong hands, inhaled the wonderful smell of an aroused woman and began to lick her wet crevice like an ice cream cone, burrowing his tongue deep inside her.

"Oh God ... yeesss ... nnnnnhh ... suck it ... lick it ... make me cum ... I want to cum for you," Heather moaned, bucking her hips against Ray's mouth. He feasted on her gushing pussy, swallowing the warm nectar flowing from it as she writhed on the bed clutching handfuls of the sheet. He removed one hand from her ass and plunged two fingers deep inside her gooey cunt, sucking on her engorged clit as she whimpered and moaned. 

Heather felt a spine arching orgasm rising within her as Ray finger fucked her and nibbled on her throbbing clit. She had been eaten out before, but never like this and abruptly her orgasm blossomed sending her body into jerking spasms.

"Oh God ... oh Jesus ... don't stop ... pleeease ... I'm gonna cummmm ...YEEEEEE!"

Her pussy exploded into Ray's face, drenching him in clear ejaculate as he gulped and swallowed, not wanting to miss a drop. Heather was a squirter and Ray's ministrations had carried her passions beyond where she'd ever been before. 

She bucked and thrashed on the bed as he ate her to a second powerful orgasm; uttering little shrieks until she collapsed, gasping for breath. Ray licked her engorged pussy lips clean, then crawled up and held her close until she began breathing normally. 

"Ohhh, that was wonderful, baby," Heather sighed, "Where did you learn to eat pussy like that?"

"Here and there, y'know. I've had lots of practice over the years. You have a delicious pussy, sweetie."


Love Knows No Season



Heather sat up and stroked his thick cock making him moan. "I want you to fuck me 'till I scream. You can cum in me if you want, I'm on the pill."

"And I've had a vasectomy so we've got that covered. I'm gonna lie back and let you ride me," he replied. "Put it in as slow as you like so it doesn't hurt much at first."

Heather nodded, scared and excited as she swung her leg over his body and straddled him, sliding the cock head along her pussy lips sending shocks and thrills through her. She had never had a cock this long and thick inside her before and she wondered if it could rip her wide open. Ray was smiling up at her, his callused hands kneading her breasts, rubbing the nipples with his big thumbs. 

She bit her lower lip and lowered herself down, the head sticking at her furred entrance for a moment, then her pussy muscles relaxed and it slid in an inch. It only hurt a little and she dropped lower, the massive cock stretching her pussy walls wide as it slowly disappeared inside her, a mixture of pain and pleasure making her tremble. Ray's hands on her breasts felt so nice and she wanted him more than ever. 

Ray watched as his young lover lowered herself onto his cock, tossing her head and moaning, her eyes closed with a look of determination on her face. Her pussy gripped him like a warm, wet fist as her vaginal muscles rippled along his shaft. He was both surprised and pleased that she was able to accommodate him so easily. 

Seeking to help her, he rubbed her clit with his finger causing her to moan louder, the other hand cupping her smooth ass cheek. Heather gasped as she felt Ray's pubic hair tickle her pussy lips; it was all the way in. She was filled to bursting and it was so wonderful she felt like crying.

He saw the tears trickling down her cheeks and said "Are you okay, baby?"

"Y-yeah, I'm okay," she replied, taking a shuddering breath, "Lemme get used to it for a minute. I've never felt so full."

"That's my brave girl," Ray replied, soothingly, "You want me to rub your clit some more?"

"Ahhh, yes, I'd like that. My God, I've never felt like this before."

He rubbed her clit gently, stroking her body with his other hand while she wiggled her ass, working his shaft around in her pussy. She leaned forward and they kissed hungrily, his hands going to her hips as she raised up slightly and slid back down. 

Flexing her knees, she raised up higher each time, her hips rising and falling until his entire length was sliding in and out of her sopping hole. Ray began moving his hips, thrusting up to meet hers and withdrawing when she rose up. Soon they were maintaining a smooth rhythm, grunting and moaning as they fucked. 

"Ohhhh, your cock feels so fuckin' good in my pussy," Heather cried, "Fuck me harder, lover, I wanna cum for you."

Ray hugged her around the waist and thrust harder into her, their sweaty bodies slapping together. His cock felt huge inside her and her pussy was so tight it made him lightheaded. He felt cum surging in his balls and gritted his teeth wanting her to cum first.

"Ahhhh ... I'm close ... so close ... fuck me harder ... fuck me harder.... fuck meee ... oh Goddd ... here it comes ... AYEEEEE!" 

Heather's back arched as her orgasm roared through her body. She couldn't stop her hips from jerking as she impaled herself again and again, her orgasms rolling in a continuous wave. Ray gave an inarticulate roar as he pumped load after load of thick, hot cum into her stretched, gooey pussy; holding her tightly, finally collapsing in exhaustion.

Heather finally lifted her shivering body from Ray, his softening cock sliding out of her pussy with a 'slurp'. They cuddled, kissing softly, basking in the afterglow, then went to sleep. 

***

Heather was first to awaken, lying half atop her new lover's body. Her pussy still tingled and it only hurt a little bit. She stretched her cramped muscles, carefully climbed out of bed so as not to wake him and went in the bathroom to pee. When she returned to the bed, he was still lying asleep on his back, his semi-hard cock twitching with a big smile on his face. She grinned at the display, thinking 'He's reliving last night in his dreams'.

She suddenly felt mischievous, climbed carefully on the bed and knelt between his outstretched legs. She leaned over, licked his cock and made it jump. She licked again; same result. She circled the purplish head with her tongue and his cock became more rigid. Opening her mouth wide, she took him in her mouth and began to bob her head up and down, taking more in each time. 

Ray groaned in his sleep as she sucked him and played with his balls. His cock went rigid, he grunted loudly and ejaculated into her mouth. She gulped and swallowed as much of his delicious cum as she could, her eyes closing in erotic bliss. When she opened them again, she saw him staring at her, smiling.

"I wish you could wake me up every morning like that," He said with a chuckle.

She crawled up his body and they kissed, then replied "That could be arranged, you know." 

"You are one sexy woman," he continued as she slid her pussy lips along his throbbing shaft, "Insatiable too."

"You drive me wild, baby. I want you to fuck me again. Dog fashion this time, I love it from behind." She rolled off him, went on her knees with her ass in the air and her head and shoulders on a pillow, shivering in anticipation. He crouched behind her, went on one knee, braced his other foot on the mattress and rubbed his cock head on her pussy lips, making her gasp and moan. 

"Oh God, yes, stick it in me, lover, I want it all," she said in a voice thick with lust.

Ray gripped her hips and pushed his cock into her moist tunnel. It slid in easily this time, her velvet walls stretching to accommodate his girth.

"Ahhhh, yessss, it feels so damn good, fuck me hard, baby, make me scream your name."

He began with slow, deep strokes, feeling her body shiver in delight, the heat from her inflaming him even further as did her cries of "Ahhhh ... Ahhhh ... Ahhhh ..." at every penetration. As he sped up thrusting into her, Heather's cries became a continuous wail. 

The sensation of his cock head tapping her uterus and his callused hands holding her hips in a powerful grip made her lightheaded knowing she was totally at his mercy and she never wanted him to stop fucking her.

Ray's mind was splitting into separate trains of thought as he pounded her. One was of pure animal lust and the delight in the utter conquest of this nubile female; the other, an overwhelming feeling of love and happiness in finding such a beautiful woman that had chosen him to be her lover. 

Heather's senses were also overwhelming her. She had never experienced such ecstasy in her young life. She was no virgin, but the boys that she had allowed between her legs were nothing compared to this. The pungent smell of man sweat mixed with that of her own well fucked pussy filled her nostrils, driving her wild. 

Her orgasm began to burn through every fiber of her body causing her to gasp in delight and cry out "Yes, yes, pound me, I'm so close, give it to me, lover, make me cum for you."

Sweat stung Ray's eyes as he hammered her unmercifully. She was thrusting herself back against him in an effort to get all of him deep inside her. "You like this, baby?" he growled, "You like when I fuck you deep and hard, don't you? Tell me how much you like it, tell me, dammit, tell me."

Ray's lust filled voice pushed Heather over the edge. "Yessss ... Rayyy ... oooohhh Goddd ... cumminggg ...AHHHEEE!" her back arched as her orgasm tore through her. Tears of joy filled her eyes and she dropped to the mattress in a dead faint.

Ray threw his head back, eyes squeezed shut as he squirted bursts of thick, hot cum deep into his lover, feeling like he could shoot forever, then her body slumped in his grip and he opened his eyes afraid he'd hurt her. When his softening cock slipped out of her pussy, followed by a gush of creamy semen, he was already embracing her saying "Baby, are you okay, did I hurt you?" then he realized she'd passed out. 

Leaving her lying peacefully on the bed, he rushed to the bathroom, wet a washcloth with cool water, and then returned to bathe her cheeks and forehead, crooning words of love to her.

Heather's eyes fluttered open to find herself cradled in Ray's strong arms. She felt pleasantly tired, her pussy tingled and her body was suffused with warmth. It was wonderful.

"You okay now, sweetie?" he asked.

"Yeah," she replied, and yawned, "I musta fainted, huh?" 

"Yep, you had me spooked for a minute."

"You're a wonderful man, Ray Peterson. I've never been so happy in my life. I'm in love with you, you know."

"I figured as much seeing as I'm in love with you too."

After much kissing and hugging, they decided to shower together. As the warm water washed the sweat and cum from their bodies, they groped and teased each other until their passions rose once more. They couldn't seem to get enough of each other. 

Ray easily lifted Heather, placed her back against the tile wall and gripped her ass cheeks as she guided his stiff cock into her gooey pussy. She locked her ankles around his back, her arms encircled his neck and he took her with quick, jabbing strokes, rabbit like; their orgasms were swift and intense, both crying out in release. They washed each other, dried off, put on robes and went downstairs to cook dinner.

Ray insisted that Heather should relax and let him cook, so she watched him from her seat at the kitchen table as he moved about preparing their meal. "Hamburgers okay with you?" he asked, "I don't keep a lot of food around except ground beef and hot dogs. I have regular and BBQ chips too."

"Hamburgers are fine," Heather replied, adding "I've already had a hot dog," causing Ray to roar with laughter.

They ate in silence, savoring their modest meal and sipping on cold beers. When they had finished, Ray cleaned the table and they went to lie on the sofa in the family room and watch TV. Their tastes in programming were quite similar, so they decided to watch a documentary on exploring the Amazon River. Mid-way through, Heather dozed off and Ray was close behind her. It had been a wonderful day.

***

Soon, Heather was spending more time at Ray's house than her own and soon she moved in permanently. While they were arranging the bedroom drawers and closet to accommodate her clothing and personal items, Ray said "Are you sure your folks are okay with your moving in with me? They might think I'm too old for you or something."

"I'm a grown woman, sweetie," she replied. "What they like or don't like is not my problem. If they like you, fine, if not, they'll have to live with it. I love you and that's all that matters."

And that was that.

***

Heather continued taking courses at the college, anxious to finish her required classes, so she could begin taking electives. Ray left her alone to study; reading a book, going on line or watching TV as he had before. When Heather was finished studying, she joined him wherever he was and, more often than not, mind blowing sex followed. 

One Friday afternoon, she came home from college and found him, as usual, in the garage.

"Hi baby, how was school?"

"Same 'ol, same 'ol, y'know. Listen, some friends invited me to go dancing at the Clockwerk Club tonight. I want us both to go."

"Huh? Naw, I'd just slow you down, you go on and have fun with your friends. Old guys like me would be out of place anyway."

"You're not old and no you wouldn't. All ages go there to have fun. If you don't go, then I won't either, so there."

"I don't know the new music or the dance steps ..."

"Poo, it's loud and fun to dance to, that's all. The steps are easy. I'll show you some. C'mon, let's get showered and dressed. We're meeting them there at nine."

"What the hell, let's go."

***

The flashing lights were blinding, the music was ear-splitting, the videos on the jumbo screens dazzling. The dance floor was jammed with gyrating bodies and the smells of sweat, arousal, stale beer and cheap perfume hung heavily in the stale air. Ray was experiencing sensory overload as Heather led him among the tables to one by the dance floor where her friends were sitting.

They were all around Heather's age, quite attractive, of various ethnicities, wearing revealing clothing and having a good time. They greeted him warmly and insisted he sit among them. A draft beer appeared in front of him, so he drank half of it in one gulp and then tried to hear as the girls introduced themselves. 

He noticed that none of them had dates, but would readily dance with many of the boys who asked them. As the night wore on, the beer flowed freely and they began flirting outrageously with him, never missing a chance to grab his ass, fondle his crotch or sloppily kiss him. Ray was flustered by it all and Heather was amused.

Periodically, she or one of the other girls would drag him to the dance floor while he did his best to keep up with them having just learned the steps, but it was great fun. When he went to the bar for more pitchers of beer, several young girls struck up a conversation with him as he waited to be served and none the too subtly suggested he could take them home, but he politely refused. His order filled, he turned to leave with three pitchers of beer on a tray when an obviously drunken young man approached him.

"Hey, ol' dude," he slurred, "Wuzzup?"

"Nothin', wuzzup with you?"

"Aw, y'know, hangin' out, y'know, tryin' to get laid, y'know."

"Yeah? Well good luck with that. See ya."

"You ol' dudes get all the pussy anyways," the boy said, scowling, "Ya got the bucks to spend on 'em, they want that shit. Fuckin' cunts like guys with bucks, y'know?"

Ray was getting annoyed with this punk's attitude and growled, "Actually, I'm here trying to find the little bastard that knocked up my daughter ... sayyy, your name ain't Rudy is it?"

"Uhhh ... naw, man, I ain't named Rudy," the boy replied backing away hurriedly, "I dunno nobody with that name either."

"When I find him I'm gonna grind his balls into paste with my boot heel ..." Ray snarled, but the boy continued to stumble back into the crowd and disappeared. Grinning, he carried the pitchers back to the table and was greeted with by the girls with more groping and sloppy kisses.

Heather pulled him close and said in his ear "I found out something interesting when I went to the Ladies Room."

"What was that?"

"See those booths wayyy in the back by the fire exit?"

"Yep, so?"

"The club put them there so people could have more privacy when they were drinking. There's curtains you can close and it makes it real cozy."

"That was mighty considerate of them."

"Yeah, considerate. They got tired of hearing people bitch that all the toilet stalls were occupied by people fucking so they put those in."

"I think we should take a look at them, don't you?"

"I knew you'd say that. Let's go."

"What about your friends?"

"I'll see 'em at college on Monday. Let's hurry before they're all taken."

Struggling through the increasingly frenetic and drunken crowd carrying their glasses of beer, Ray and Heather finally reached the booths. Several were already occupied and, from the sounds emanating from behind the curtains, they were indeed being used by couples seeking privacy.

They found one unoccupied and went inside. It was little more than a roofed cubicle built out from the buildings wall with a small bistro table in the center and wide, cushioned seating on three sides. 

"You could have an orgy in here," Ray said admiringly as Heather pulled the curtain shut behind them. They undressed quickly. Ray sat down, slid his hips forward on the cushion and welcomed a naked Heather into his arms. They kissed and hugged, Heather rubbing her already wet pussy on Ray's stiff cock as she straddled him. 

"I love you so much, baby," she whispered in his ear, "Your cock always feels so nice when it's inside me."

Ray lifted her hips and Heather grasped his throbbing member, guiding the velvety tip between her labial lips, then sat down hard on it, "Oooohhh, yeahhhh ..." She wiggled her ass savoring being so full, then began to bob up and down, Ray's hips meeting hers at every stroke, her ass rising higher as she let more of his cock slide out of her and then slamming it back in.

Her gently jiggling breasts were even with his face, so Ray sucked hungrily on her stiff nipples adding to her pleasure. They continued their pounding fuck until Heather began to tremble, uttering little mewling cries and Ray knew she was close to cumming. 

He gripped her firm ass cheeks and thrust harder, grunting loudly as he pummeled her. His cock and balls felt white hot and he desperately needed to blow a tremendous load into her. He gritted his teeth and let her ride him like a carousel horse, trying to hold back his cum.

Heather bounced happily on her lover's cock, her head spinning with the sensation of being so utterly and fully penetrated, her pussy muscles gripping him tightly as his strong hands held her ass cheeks, working her body up and down. "Ahhhhh ... fuck me ... fuck meeee ... OOOoohhhh ... cumminggg ... EEEEYEEEE!" 

Ray was with her, right with her as her juices squirted out around his plunging cock and he spurted hot, thick blobs of semen into her depths. She came again, squealing with joy and then slumped against him, both gasping for breath.

They rested for several minutes, kissing softly as the deep bass line of the music made the entire booth shiver. The laughter and shouts of the crowd outside seemed to come from far away. 

"You're my world, baby," Ray said, nuzzling her neck, "You make me very happy and I'm so glad you chose me to be your lover." 

"You were so sweet and kind to me that first day we met," Heather replied, nibbling his earlobe. "I thought you were sooo hot and I jilled off that night thinking about you."

Ray's semi-hard cock slipped out of her gripping pussy as she crawled off him and sat down. They sipped their now warm beers for a few minutes, resting and listening to the music. Heather stood up, stretched luxuriantly and said, "Baby, I wanna do something with you I've never done before. I want you to fuck me in the ass."

A startled look appeared on Ray's face, his softened cock becoming stiff again and said "What? Here? You mean right now?"

"Yes, baby, yes. I gave my cherry to someone else, but you will be the first man to put his cock in my asshole. I can give you that much of me, anyway."

"Sweetie, I dunno about this," Ray replied, "My dick's pretty big and besides we don't have any lube. I don't wanna hurt you."

Heather opened her clutch purse and took out a tube of hand moisturizer lotion. "Yes, we do, love. This is nice and slippery and it'll work fine. Lemme do your cock then you can do my asshole."

After coating Ray's thick meat, Heather knelt on the cushion, rested her head on her folded arms and wiggled her ass at him. He lubed two fingers and worked them into her puckered hole.

She moaned as she felt the new and exciting sensation in her butt. He worked in another slippery finger, then another, feeling her sphincter muscle relax more and more.

"Am I hurtin' you baby?"

"Uhhh ... no, it feels funny, but it doesn't hurt. Stick it in, lover, I'm ready."

He went down on one knee behind her, his other foot on the floor, braced himself, and then eased his slippery cock into her puckered star. The head popped past the tight rim and sunk in an inch. She sighed and was quiet. He pushed in another inch, then another, then another. 

Heather began to pant like she'd run a marathon, but said nothing. Another inch, then another, another, another and it was all the way in. Sweat was rolling down his face at the erotic sight of his cock buried in his lover's asshole, then he said "You okay baby, does it hurt; do you want me to stop?"




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"N ... no, it hurts a little, but it feels good too. I love you so much, baby, I know you'd never hurt me. Let me get used to it for a minute ... then you can fuck me."

Ray was shaking with lust when Heather finally said "Go slow, babe, it doesn't hurt much at all."

"Play with your pussy," Ray said, "It'll feel even better." 

Heather reached under her, slid two fingers in her wet hole, rubbing her clit with her thumb. He eased out an inch or two, then pushed gently back in. She moaned and swirled her fingers in her pussy, flicking her swollen clit. 

Slowly he withdrew more and more before sliding back in. Heather pushed her ass back against him, wanting to be fucked harder. The sheer lewdness and eroticism of fucking the woman he loved in her ass like this in a club full of people and music was making his mind reel. 

The sensations of being ass fucked were overwhelming Heather's senses. It seemed nothing else existed except Ray's throbbing cock deep in her bowels, reaming her out. She finger fucked herself frantically, feeling his cock against her fingers through a thin wall of skin as her thumb rubbed her aching clit.

How long they fucked, neither could remember, but then Heather howled "Fuck my ass harder ... harder ... ohhh ... Jesus Christ in heaven ... here it comes ... oh Godddd ... AYYEEEEE!" Her body shook like a leaf in the wind as Ray erupted inside her with an inarticulate roar, filling her ass with thick blobs of gooey cum, both of them cumming until they slumped forward and lay still, breathing heavily.

He lifted up with an effort, his cock pulling out of her gaping asshole with a 'plop'. He pulled Heather to him and cuddled her until she recovered. "Oohhh, baby, that was intense," she sighed, "I thought I'd never stop cumming and you, you must have shot a gallon of cum up in my ass. I've never felt anything like that before."

"Your ass is so fuckin' tight," Ray replied, "I almost blew my load when I first went in all the way. I'm glad you liked it, baby."

"Did I ever. We'll definitely be doing that again. You're so strong and I love it when you take me hard and fast, but I like it slow too."

"What say we go home? I think we've had enough clubbing for one night."

"Yeah, I'm beat. Lead the way lover."

They cleaned themselves as best they could with tissues from Heather's purse, got dressed, snickered at the pools of cum they'd left on the cushions, then made their way outside and into the parking lot. They were about to get in the Ford coupe when a drunken voice hollered "Where you think you're goin', ol' man? We got a score to settle."

They looked around and saw the boy that had annoyed Ray at the bar. He was with four other boys, all weaving uncertainly and quite drunk. "You and me got a score to settle ol' man," the punk slurred, "I'm gonna kick your ass good and then we're gonna fuck your girlfriend there."

"Who is this jerk?" Heather said, "And what is his problem?"

"He's some asshole that started talkin' to me at the bar," Ray replied, "He pissed me off and I got rid of him. Get in the car, babe, I'll handle this."

"Nothing doing," Heather replied angrily, "I'm gonna kick that little bastards balls up to his chin. Let's get 'em."

They stood side by side, waiting as their would-be attackers came at them in a shambling run, cursing non-stop. The loudmouth attempted to grab Heather's arm, but she avoided his grip, pivoted on one foot and kicked him squarely in the crotch. 

He screeched and doubled over. She grabbed him by the hair, kneed him in the face and flung him away from her. Blood spraying from his broken nose and spitting teeth, he fell to the asphalt and lay still.

Ray stiff armed his first attacker under his chin, sending him reeling away gagging. Ducking a wild punch, he grabbed the second one by the wrist, twisted it and heard the bones snap. The boy screamed and went to his knees crying like a lost child. 

The third punk received a fist in the sternum and another in his face, snapping his neck and sending him sprawling gasping for air. The fourth boy saw what had happened to his buddies and broke into a staggering run mumbling "Man, forget this shit."

By then two of the club's bouncers came running up, one saying "We saw the whole thing, dude. You guys kicked their asses. You want we should call the cops?"

"Not on my account," Ray replied, "Although that one over there might need to visit the ER ..."

"Him too and especially him," Heather interrupted excitedly, "He'll have his nuts in a sling after this; bastard said he was gonna rape me."

"Just another fight in the parking lot," the other bouncer said. "We'll clean up the mess. You folks have a nice night, okay."

Ray took four twenties from his pocket, gave them each two, helped Heather in the car and they drove away, the twin exhaust pipes on the Ford roaring defiance.

"What a night," Heather said as she cuddled Ray on the bench seat. "We go dancing, my friends slobber all over you, you fuck my pussy and my butt, we open a can of whoopass on some punks and no one gives us any crap about it. You're quite a fighter, babe."

"Yeah, the Marines teach you that stuff. How'd you learn to handle yourself like that?"

"My Uncle Ray. He said every lady needs to know how to defend herself. He knew some martial arts and he taught me. We make a damn good team, don't we?"

"Yes we do, my love, yes we do."

***

When the semester ended, Ray suggested they go camping and fly fishing at a spot his pal Charlie had found up on Mossy Creek. Heather loved the idea, so they went shopping for appropriate clothing and camping supplies.

Ray already had rods, reels, casting line and tied flies; also a tent, lanterns, bedding and a camp stove. He also brought his S&W Model 29 .44 Magnum pistol in case of an emergency. 

It wasn't long before the camp site came into view at the edge of the creek. Heather had let her hair blow free as the Jeep CJ-7 Renegade with Ray at the wheel and its top down easily traversed the rutted and abandoned logging trail that wound through the now undisturbed forest. 

"Oh, Ray, it's sooo beautiful," she exclaimed, hopping from the jeep's seat and trotting to the creeks edge. "Maybe we can go swimming later."

"I dunno about that, it may be pretty cold; it's coming down from the mountain's y'know."

"Ah, poo, let's set up camp first and then we'll see about swimming."

They set about erecting the tent, inflating the air mattresses, gathering wood for a camp fire and unpacking their other equipment and supplies. Ray placed their foodstuffs that needed to be kept cold in a perforated metal container with a locking lid which he then put in the creek, securing it with a rope and a tent stake. 

The remaining food he put in a canvas sack, tied a rope to it, tossed the rope over a tree limb and hoisted it high in the air to keep it away from prowling animals. He tied the other end of the rope to a boulder and they were done.

"Now can we go swimming?" Heather said.

"Well, I guess so. It's gonna be cold though."

Heather was already removing her clothing and wasn't listening. She liked being naked and when she and Ray moved in together, she convinced him to do the same. Besides, they were always ready for a quickie that way. 

Leaving her strap sandals on to protect her feet from sharp rocks, she ran into the water and squealed "Ahhhh, it is cold. It's not too cold though. C'mon Ray, come keep me warm."

Seeing his lover naked in the stream up to her knees reminded Ray of paintings he'd seen of Nymphs and Dryads in the deep woods, often bathing or playing in some hidden pool. He stripped and joined his nymph in the water, holding her close as they kissed.

"It's so beautiful here, thank you for bringing me, baby. You're gonna teach me how to fly fish, right?"

"Yep. It's not that hard once you get the hang of it. I haven't been fly fishing for years, so I'm kinda rusty, but it'll come back readily enough."

"Oooo, I think I saw a fish just then."

"This creek's full of 'em. Lots'a trout, Rainbows. Good eatin."

"It's fun being here with you. I feel so alive. I love the woods and nature."

She hugged him tightly and they kissed some more. The breeze riffling the water and it chilled them where they stood. Heather shivered, then said playfully in a little girl's voice "Mr. Peterson, do you have a boner?"

Ray looked down and said in a deep voice "My goodness, so I do. What do you think we should do about it, Miss Wilson?"

"Oh gosh, I think you should let me keep it warm for you."

"What a wonderful idea." He lifted her clear of the water and she moaned as he slowly impaled her on his thick cock. 

"Oh, Mr. Peterson, what are you doing?"

"You wanted to keep me warm, so this is how you do it."

"It feels good, do it more."

He cupped her firm ass and began to lift her up and down. She tensed her legs and arms and helped him stroke into her faster and faster as she moaned with excitement. They fucked for several minutes, then Heather said "Oh, Mr. Peterson, something's happening to me, I feel funny, like I've gotta pee."

"That's called an orgasm, little lady ..." he began, then his foot slipped and they fell in the river. Heather shrieked with laughter as they dunked and splashed each other until they were tired and went to lie on the grassy bank in the sun.

When they were dry, they dressed, tidied up the camp, Ray took some steaks from the box in the stream, while Heather gathered the other provisions and he started the campfire. They ate dinner listening to the bird calls and other sounds of the woods, banked the fire, undressed, crawled into one sleeping bag and were instantly asleep. 

***

"Hold the rod steady, then whip it backwards and then forward like this."

The line flew through the air in huge ripples, then landed on the water with the fly attached as Heather watched, fascinated. 

"Remember, you're casting the line, not the fly," Ray continued. "It's all in the wrist when you cast, it just takes practice."

"Lemme try it," Heather said.

Ray reeled in the line, showed her the proper stance and how to flick the line out at the top of her swing. She did as she was shown and hooked a bush at the creeks edge. Undeterred, she continued to practice while Ray fished upstream, looking back periodically to see how she was doing. 

He wasn't having much luck, when Heather shouted "I got one, I got one!"

He jumped to the bank and ran back to where she was standing in the water, rod in one hand, line in the other as Ray had shown her. The line was stretched taut, it must be a big one. He was tempted to take the rod from her, but decided to let her do this herself. How else could she learn?

"You're doing fine, sweetie," he said. "Just keep the line taut. If you feel him relax, reel in some line, if he starts pulling, use your hand on the line and keep him in the middle of the water. If he gets among the rocks, then you've lost him."

"He's really strong," Heather replied. "I was just practicing casting when he took the lure. I set the hook like you showed me and began bringing him in."

The big Rainbow trout fought hard, but eventually Heather brought him within the reach of the net Ray was holding. 

"It's such a pretty fish," Heather said sadly as Ray slipped it into the creel hanging from a strap over his shoulder, "It seems a shame to eat him."

"There's lots more in there, sweetie. They're all pretty and they usually wind up as food for other animals. Now let's catch one more and we'll have dinner."

He did and they did and, after some languorous sex and much kissing, they fell asleep cuddled together. The days that followed melted together in a flow of fishing, eating, swimming, fucking and sleeping until it was the night before they were to leave for home.

Ray had just drifted off when ...

"Ray! Ray! Wake up!" Heather hissed in his ear.

"Hunh? Wha?"

"We have a visitor, babe. I think it might be a bear. I bet it's after the food in the tree."

"Damn, lemme see." He opened the tent flap and peeked out. Sure enough, a bear was out there snuffling and growling, clinging to the tree as it tried to reach the sack of food hanging from a limb. Puzzled and frustrated, it backed down and stood looking up longingly at the elusive thing that smelled so strongly of food.

Ray slipped out of the sleeping bag, took the .44 from its holster, checked to see that all five chambers were loaded, took up watch at the tent flap and waited. Heather crawled up beside him and whispered "What's it doing now? I can't see."

"It's prowling around sniffing where we buried the cooking grease," Ray whispered back. The moonlight through the trees was dim, but he could see the humped shape roaming about the edges of the campsite. It could smell humans and was wary, but it was hungry.

"Do you think we'll have to kill him?" Heather said.

"I dunno, it depends on how close he gets to the tent. We might be able to scare him off. Grab that frying pan and ... Whup, here he comes."

The bear's keen ears heard the two whispering and decided to investigate. As it lumbered closer, Heather struck the pan against a tent pole and shouted "Get outta here, bear, shoo!"

It hesitated, then moved closer, growling softly. Ray cocked the revolver's hammer, took aim at its head and waited. The bear stopped at the sound of the sharp click, then moved forward again, muzzle low to the ground, curious. Ray took aim, changed his mind at the last second and fired a shot into the ground in front of its nose, spraying dirt into the bear's face. 

The animal stopped at the sound of the shot, pawed at its muzzle and eyes, sneezed twice, turned and waddled off, growling to itself. Ray blew out a gust of air; he hadn't realized he'd been holding his breath. That was close.

"It's gone, huh?" Heather said, "I'm glad we didn't have to kill him, it was just hungry, I bet."

"And we're not on the menu, either," Ray replied. Heather began kissing his neck and shoulders, rubbing her firm breasts on his back saying "Does the mighty warrior feel like playing, 'cause I do."

Adrenaline was still coursing through Ray's veins from the encounter heightening his desire, so he grabbed Heather making her squeal, lay her on her side, spooned in behind her and rubbed his velvet cock head on her wet pussy lips. 

She gasped, raised her right leg in the air, grasped her thigh and said "Stick it in lover, quick." He entered her easily, putting his entire length in her gripping vagina. They lay together for a minute, savoring the sensations, then he began moving in her with long, slow strokes. 

Heather turned her head and they soul kissed, sucking on the others tongue. Ray's left arm went over her shoulder and he cupped her firm breast, feeling her shiver. 

Heather raised up on her elbow, braced herself and began meeting his thrusts with her hips. They kissed and enjoyed the relaxed love making for a good while until their passions rose and he began stroking into her like a piston in an engine block.

Heather always became vocal when she was close to orgasm, urging him to fuck her harder, faster, deeper, wanting desperately to be driven over the edge into screaming release. "Yesss ... babyyy ... ohhhh ... yesss ...do me ... pound me ... ohhh ... my ... Goddd ... it feels ... soooo ... fuckinggg ... gooood ..."

Her words were always exciting to Ray and he began hammering her pussy as hard as he could, his balls throbbing and his cock feeling hard as steel. "Ahhhh .... Shit ... I'm cummingg, baby ... I'm ... EEEYEEEE!" The flood of hot cum deep in her pussy sent Heather spiraling into a spine wrenching orgasm, her scream of pleasure startling an owl perched in a nearby tree that flew off, hooting in annoyance.

Ray continued fucking Heather until she had a second intense orgasm and his balls were completely drained. They remained joined together, kissing and caressing until he finally slipped out of her releasing a thick stream of cum from between her engorged labial lips. They snuggled together on the air mattress and dozed off holding each other tight. It had been a wonderful fishing trip.

***

Heather was clearing the breakfast dishes from the table, when the wall phone rang. Ray had gone to the gym, so she answered it.

"Hello?"

"Who is this?" an angry woman's voice replied.

"This is Heather, who's this?"

"So you're the little tramp that stole my husband," the woman screeched.

"Huh? What the hell are you taking about? Who the hell are you?"

"You won't get away with this. Living in my house, luring my man away, you have no right ..."

"Waait a minute," Heather interrupted her, "Is this Ray's wife? What the hell do you want? Quit bothering us."

"You stole my husband, you tramp!"

"Lissen here, you old bitch," Heather snarled, "You left him, remember? Well now he's mine. So you can go fuck yourself. Goodbye."

She slammed the phone down and stood breathing heavily, trying to calm down. The phone rang again and she ignored it. She was still mad when Ray came in carrying his gym bag. He saw the look on her face and said "What's wrong, sweetie?"

"That bitch wife of yours called and cussed me out, so I told her to fuck off and hung up."

"Ex-wife, babe," Ray replied, setting the bag down on the floor. "I had my lawyer serve her with divorce papers not long after you moved in. She finally gave in and signed them last Tuesday. Since she left me for no good reason, she had no choice but to take a small settlement and shut up. Now, will you marry me?"

Heather pushed him back against the counter and hugged him, saying 'Yes, yes, yes" between kisses. He picked her up, carried her to the big couch in the family room, lay her down and joined her. They kissed and hugged and she cried tears of happiness at his proposal. 

They slowly undressed each other, kissing the exposed flesh. She welcomed him between her creamy thighs and crossed her legs over his back as he slid deep inside her. They began with a smooth rocking rhythm, kissing and hugging, grinding their bodies together, murmuring words of love. After experiencing powerful orgasms together, they showered, dressed and went to their favorite Italian restaurant to celebrate.

While they ate, Ray said "Where are your folks, babe? I know they're not living across the street."

"Figured that one out did you?" she replied, daintily wiping her lips with a red cloth napkin. "They're back in Connecticut I suppose, unless they're at the cottage on the Cape or the condo on Miami Beach. They get around a lot."

Ray chewed his mouthful of Lasagna thoughtfully, swallowed, and said "Why did you move here alone and how did you move here by yourself, anyway?"

"I'd had enough of them trying to run my life, trying to control me, telling me what I should wear, how proper young ladies should act, which university I should attend, trying to set me up with guys my age whose folks were in their social circle, all that bullshit."

She took a breath, "Remember my uncle I told you about?"

"Uh, yeah, the one who took you camping and fishing, the hippie your folks didn't like?"

"That's the one. It turns out Uncle Pete may have been unconventional in his lifestyle, but he was no dummy. His little cabin in the woods had a generator for power and a 350 GB sat uplinked computer. He'd go on-line every morning, do some day trading until he got bored, then go fishing. 

He rode the wave of the Dot-Com boom, then bailed before it cratered. He went with the housing bubble, then got out in time there too. He had an uncanny grasp of market trends and hardly ever lost any real money."

"He sounds like a genius."

"He was that, alright. I never knew any of this, neither did my folks or anyone else. He traded under a pseudonym and put all his money into offshore, numbered accounts, so it couldn't be traced back to him. 




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The county sheriff found him dead in his cabin when he never came in town for several weeks to pick up his mail; cerebral hemorrhage the coroner said. I went to his funeral and cried for days."

"I'm sorry, love. I know how that must have hurt. I lost some buddies in 'Nam."

Heather leaned over and kissed him, then continued "After I graduated high school, I got a call from my uncle's lawyer to meet him in his office at my earliest convenience. Turns out Uncle Pete had left a trust fund in my name worth three million dollars to be given to me when I turned eighteen. I didn't tell my folks anything until I had decided which college I wanted to attend and bought a house to live in 'cause I knew they'd try to take over the money and talk me out of it."

"So you just up and left?"

"Pretty much. I still love 'em, I just can't handle being danced around like some puppet. We don't talk much anymore." She took another bite of her Eggplant Parmesan and said "So when we gettin' married?"

Ray grinned, "I thought we'd fly to Vegas and do it there. No point in waitin'. My family's gone, we never had kids, how about it?"

"Sounds like a plan," Heather said. "I'm an only child and I for sure don't need my folks there." She took her iPhone from her purse, "You want I should book us a flight and a room?"

"Go for it."

***

When they arrived in Vegas on the Red Eye, they checked in to their hotel, had sex, took a shower together, had more sex, and then began checking the 'net for wedding chapels. There were hundreds of them, but the Elvis themed one had an opening right then, so they took it. 

They were married and then serenaded by an ordained minister who was also an Elvis impersonator. When they left the chapel, the façade of which was a ¾ scale reproduction of Graceland, Heather said "Wait until I tell my friends we were married by Elvis in Vegas, they'll be sooo jealous."

After four days of casinos, then sex, restaurants, then sex, concerts, then sex, theme bars, more sex, tourist attractions and even more sex, they were ready to go home. Once they returned, Heather decided to rent her house to some of her girlfriends from college who hated the dorms. 

They promised not to throw wild parties, keep the place clean and pay rent on time, so it was settled. Heather also told them, in no uncertain terms, if any of them decided to put the moves on Ray, she'd break their legs and evict them; not exactly in that order either.

***

One day the doorbell rang and when Ray opened the door, a postal carrier stood there, a letter in her hand. "I have a registered letter for a Miss Heather Wilson. Is she home?"

"Sure, I'll get her." He turned and shouted "Heather, front door, babe, it's for you."

Heather descended the stairs, signed for the letter, thanked the woman, then looked at the return address and said "Shit, it's from my folks."

"Whaddaya s'pose they want?" Ray replied.

"Lessee." She opened the envelope, removed one sheet of carefully folded typing paper, unfolded it, read it and snorted, "Yeah, right."

"So, what'sit say?"

"My folks found out I got married and they want to meet you. Lovely."

"So let's go meet 'em."

"Oh, babe, you don't wanna do that. I mean they're total snobs. If those sticks were any further up their asses they could pass for scarecrows. I'll just tell 'em nothing doing."

"Nahhh, let's go see 'em. What the hell, we're married, what can they say?
I really don't really care what they think of me anyhow. Whaddaya say?"

"You convinced me, besides it'd be fun if you gave me some deep dickin' in my old room on my old bed. Now that's kinky."

***

"This is a beautiful neighborhood," Ray remarked as they rolled along in their rental sedan to meet Heather's parents. They had been driving past long city blocks of stately homes on large lots representing various architectural styles such as Victorian, Italianate, Georgian and Gothic Revival.

"My house is up here on the right," Heather said, indicating an open gate ahead. Passing through it, Ray saw an imposing two story Colonial Revival home with lush landscaping and a lawn like green velvet. 

"Home, sweet, home," Heather said, sardonically as they parked on the driveway in front, "Let's go beard the lions, babe."

She rang the doorbell and a distinguished older man with white hair flecked with gray wearing butler's livery greeted them warmly.

"Miss Heather, what a pleasant surprise, welcome home."

"Hi Perkins," she replied, hugging him. "How have you been, I've missed you."

"I have missed you as well. Who is this gentleman with you?"

"Sorry, my manners are showing, Perkins, this is my new husband, Ray Peterson, Ray, meet Perkins."

"A pleasure to meet you sir," Perkins said and they shook hands.

"Likewise," Ray replied.

"Are mother and father here?" Heather said.

"Yes, they are. Please take seats in the parlor. I'll tell them you've arrived."

"He seems like a nice fellow," Ray said as the butler strode away.

"Oh, he is," Heather replied. "He and Bridget, she's our maid, practically raised me. I want you to meet her too if she's around. She may have gone shopping or has the day off."

Heather showed Ray to the parlor where they sat on an ornate, high backed Victorian sofa to await her parents.

"So this is where you grew up?" Ray said, looking around, "What was it like?"

"Ahhh, the usual," Heather said, dismissively. "We moved here when I was five, so this has always been home to me. All my friends lived in similar places and I went to a private academy, so this was the world as far as I was concerned. Uncle Pete and Aunt Martha showed me the other side of things when I got older. She died when I was fourteen and Pete never remarried. He treated me like his own daughter."

Ray was about to comment, when a woman's voice cried "Heather, darling, welcome home."

He stood up, looked around and saw a middle aged man and woman enter the room wearing tennis outfits. Heather arose, went to them and they hugged. Ray was about to introduce himself when the woman rushed up to him saying "Thank you so much for seeing our daughter safely home, Mister ... um ... Heather dear, where is your husband?"

"Moth-err," Heather said, in an exasperated tone, "This man IS my husband. Mother, Father, I'd like you to meet my new husband, Ray Petersen. Ray, these are my parents, Henry and Evelyn Wilson."

"Oh, my goodness, how silly of me," Evelyn burbled, "It's just that I assumed ..."

"He was a younger man?" Heather finished for her. 

"Well, no, what I meant was ... ummm ... well ..."

Henry Wilson saved her by saying 'A pleasure to meet you, Ray. Have you and Heather known each other long? Please sit down. Would you care for something to drink?"

Ray thought he could use a stiff shot of whiskey right about now, but said, "Thanks, some water would be fine."

Perkins appeared, said he'd bring everyone some tea as well, and then left as silently as he had arrived.

"Yes ... um ... yes, you must tell us how you two met," Evelyn stuttered as she and Henry sat on the love seat across from them, her hands fluttering like a trapped bird, still obviously embarrassed by her mistake. 

Ray and Heather recounted how they'd met, how their friendship blossomed into love, their fun times together and how they'd finally decided to get married. They carefully avoided any mention of their intense sexual compatibility and how they fucked like rabbits every chance they got. If Heather's parents were curious about the couples age difference, they wisely avoided that issue for the present.

While they conversed, Perkins brought hot tea in a pot, cups, saucers sugar, honey, spoons, napkins, a platter of Petit Fours and Ray's glass of water, served them, nodded and departed. Evelyn was grateful for the tea cup and saucer to still her nervous hands and the talk flowed smoothly until Heather said "Mother, I'd like to show Ray my old room. May we go upstairs for a bit?"

"Of course you may," Evelyn replied, having regained her composure. "Your father and I have some things to attend to, so go and show Ray about the house. Dinner is at seven in the dining room."

***

The afternoon breeze ruffled the lace curtains at the high bay windows in Heather's old room. A canopied bed stood against one wall, an ornate dresser and a dressing table with a mirror stood against another, a tall armoire and a roll top desk against another. The wall paper was cream with pink roses, the thick pile carpet a deep rose color and shelves filled with stuffed animals and dolls completed the décor. 

A door standing ajar on the fourth wall led to a private bathroom and a walk in closet. Her mother hadn't changed anything except to clean and dust since Heather had left home which was a pleasant surprise for her when she returned.

They sat on the bed and Ray said "This is quite a room, baby. It suits you."

"My friends and I had some good times in here," she replied. "We all had sleepovers at our houses and stay up all night talking about school and boys. It was great for studying, reading or just goofing off. I spent a lot of time alone in here and I liked it."

"Guys'd rather hang out in a tree house, some ones basement, in a park, on a vacant lot or on a ball field," Ray said, "Sleepovers were for girls."

"Heather giggled, "Some of those sleepovers got kinda sexy. My one friend, Tiffany, found her older sisters stash of 'Playgirl' magazines when she went off to the university and we'd get together and read 'em. We'd talk about what it'd like to be with a boy and how it would feel when he fucked you. God, some of those dudes were hung like horses."

Ray laughed and said "We'd swipe our dad's copies of 'Playboy' and 'Penthouse', look at the girls in there and wonder what it'd be like to fuck them. Some of those issues got passed around until all the pages were stuck together."

"I'd jill off to some of those baloney shots in 'Playgirl'," Heather said. "Some of my friends would jill each other off and on occasion lick the others pussy, but I was never into that. Solo was enough for me."

Ray lay back on the bed and Heather lay beside him. The conversation was making them horny, but they'd just arrived. They could wait until the house was asleep.

"Who was your first?" Heather said, snuggling closer to him.

"One of my pal's sisters," Ray said. "She was a couple years older than me and knew what was what. She caught me in her dad's garage one afternoon when I was looking for a drill and ... well ... it was skirt up, trousers down behind the wood bin. She rode me like the last pony out of hell and we both got off pretty quick. We did it a few more times, then she got shipped off to boarding school and I never saw her again. What about you?"

"Senior Prom night," Heather replied, "Quite a cliché, I know, but that's how it happened. This guy and I, Ben was his name, had been going out for a while and had gotten pretty intimate, but had never gone all the way. Our prom was at the country club and as the evening wore on, things got pretty loose. Some of the guys smuggled booze in and we were spiking our glasses of punch with it.

To make a long story short, Ben and I wound up on the eighth green of the golf course and it was like you said, skirt up, pants down. He laid me on his tux jacket so I wouldn't get grass stains on my new dress, which was nice.

We were both virgins and there was some fumbling, then he got it in me and we went at it. It hurt at first, then it felt good. I got off, then he did, then we were both scared shitless that he'd knocked me up 'cause he didn't wear a rubber. After I got my period, we always used one. Then his father got transferred, he went with 'em and that was that."

Ray's cock was painfully erect in his trousers and the crotch of Heather's panties was soaked. They looked at each other and said "Just a quick one."

He crossed the room, looked up and down the hall, shut the bedroom door and when he turned back Heather was waiting for him with her skirt around her waist, her panties off, lying half on the bed with her feet on the floor, wiggling her ass at him. He stepped up behind her, dropped his trousers and boxers to his ankles, unbuttoned his shirt, tickled her labial lips with his cock head and entered her fully with one thrust of his hips.

"Oh God, yes," Heather moaned, "Fuck me, lover, I want you so bad."

He gripped her hips and began fucking her with long, slow strokes, pulling out nearly all the way, and then lunging back in. Heather grabbed handfuls of the chenille bedspread and began bucking back against him, her little cries of "Oooooh ... Oooooh ... Oooooh ..." inflaming his senses as her vaginal muscles gripped him tightly.

No matter how many times, how often or how long they fucked, to Ray and Heather it was always their first time. Ray was more experienced, yet Heather was like no woman he'd ever been with before. Together they were two chemicals combining to make sexual dynamite. Heather had never been so completely satisfied in her young life and every time he took her it rocketed her to the stars. 

The bed began to squeak and rattle as Ray increased the tempo of his thrusts into her as Heather moaned at him to do her faster and harder. The memories of her nights spent in lonely masturbation in this room came flooding back as the man she loved was making her adolescent fantasies come true. If there was a heaven it couldn't be any better than this. She began to tremble as her orgasm intensified and then exploded inside her. She pushed her face into the bedspread to muffle her screams as her orgasm rolled on and on. 

Ray groaned, his cock swelled and he shot a huge load of sticky cum into his new bride's throbbing hole. A second blast of cum made his knees buckle and he sank to the floor, panting; his cock pulling out of Heather's well fucked pussy with a 'slurp'.

A tapping at the door startled them, Perkins said "Dinner will be served in ten minutes in the dining room;" then went away. Heather stood up and stretched as a thick ribbon of cum ran down the inside of one tanned thigh. She sat in his lap, they hugged and kissed, then went into the bathroom to freshen up.

***

Heather and her mother were sitting at the kitchen table having coffee and talking. "He seems like such a lovely man," Evelyn said, stirring her coffee, "He simply exudes confidence."

"He was the Executive Vice President of a major manufacturing firm for many years," Heather replied. "There was a merger and he was eased out with a nice severance package. He invested much of it in a portfolio of blue chip stocks and lives on the dividends. Now, he restores cars in his garage, enjoys life and now I'm enjoying it with him."

"What about college dear? You haven't given up on that have you?"

"No indeed. I'm taking courses at the community college and working toward a degree in Environmental Science with a minor in Forestry. I love the outdoors and Ray does too. I'd like to work for the Forest Service, maybe as a Ranger. Ray's behind me a hundred percent."

"As long as you're happy, dear."

Heather figured this time was as good as any to tell her mother about her good fortune, "Mom, I know you and Dad didn't get along well with Uncle Pete, but on my eighteenth birthday ... "

***

Across town, Henry had invited Ray to lunch at his club. Afterwards, they sat in the club room drinking brandy. "I must say," Henry began, "I don't recall seeing Heather this happy since she was ten and we bought her a pony."

"She's a wonderful woman," Ray replied, "We make each other happy. When she showed up in my garage that day, I was immediately taken with her. Then I figured she'd be interested in someone her own age, so I decided we could at least be friends. Was I ever wrong."

"She has always been quite definite in everything she's done and when she wants something, she gets it. If I may ask, what profession you are in?"

"I'm retired, not by choice. I was Executive Vice President of Amalgamated Steel until there was a merger and I was eased out with a golden parachute. I've invested most of it and live off the interest. I'm enjoying life and Heather has graciously chosen to enjoy it with me. Often when we go out, we're mistaken for father and daughter. I get annoyed sometimes; Heather thinks it's funny."

Henry sighed, "You're a lucky man, Ray. My little girl loves you and your life is your own. I'm in a law firm here with four partners, several junior partners, a stable of interns and a huge support staff. Sometimes I feel like I'm herding cats trying to keep things on an even keel and I just want to go fishing."

"What sort of fishing?"

"Fly fishing mostly. When we're in Florida, deep sea fishing."

"Fly fishing, huh? Me too. You tie your own? Lemme tell ya about this spot I found ..."

***

Heather's parents were friendly, welcoming and supportive, quite unlike how she had described them. Asked to remain for a while, the couple stayed for over a week and had a pleasant visit. Ray was curious why Heather had said her parents were so stuffy and judgmental, but he waited to ask her until they were driving to the airport.

"I'm as baffled as you are, baby," she replied. "Maybe they realized they were pushing me too hard and when I left, they ... hell, I just don't know. They really like you and approve of our marriage and that's all that counts. Right?"

"Yep. I told your Dad if he ever gets the time, c'mon down and I'd take him up to the creek to catch trout. You and your Mom could go shoppin' or have your nails done. We'd have fish for dinner."

"You're a sweet man, Ray, I love you."

"I love you, too, sugar."

***

Several weeks after their trip to meet the parents, Heather was in the laundry room washing Ray's work shorts; some of which were so stained that the laundry soap couldn't take all the spots out. 'They'll still be clean,' Heather thought as she tried rubbing stain remover on the grease and oil stained clothing then applied a small amount of Ray's special mixture. She was thinking about ordering a pizza for dinner, maybe some lasagna too, when a female voice said "Don't make a move, I mean it."

Heather froze in terror, what was going on? A home invasion, what?

"Turn slowly and face me. Don't try anything."

She did as she was told and saw Ray's ex-wife standing in the doorway, her face a twisted mask of hate. She held Ray's 44. Magnum pistol in a shooter's stance using both hands. Heather had never met the woman, but had seen pictures.

She was not unattractive for her age, but now her hair was tousled, her clothing wrinkled and her eyes were wild. Her hands shook ever so slightly from gripping the pistol and holding the unaccustomed position, yet the gun barrel never wavered from it's target; Heather.

"What do you want," Heather said, leaning against the dryer for support, blood roaring in her ears.

"I want you dead," was the reply. "What gave you the right to steal my husband from me, you filthy tramp."

"Now wait a minute," Heather said, her mind racing, "Why do you think I stole him from you; you left him."

"He would have come back to me," Dottie shrieked, "I could have made him see reason, made him see that he belonged as Executive Vice President. He should have fought harder to remain with the company. But no, he wanted to fool with his damn cars all day ..."

She continued to rave, but Heather wasn't listening. 'Please don't come in the house now, baby, please' she thought, looking around for anything to be used as a weapon. Then, she shifted her weight and her hand bumped against ... the measuring cup. It was full of Ray's special mixture, a combination of bleach and borax. If she could just distract her ...

"I don't want to kill you," Dottie babbled, "But I have to you know. Then he'll come back to me, I know he will." She giggled hysterically, then continued "He'll become Executive Vice President again and it'll be just like before. We'll be happy and he'll love me again and we'll ..."




Love Knows No Season



Her eyes glazed and she seemed to be far away in her mind, living a fantasy. Heather saw her chance. Her hand closed around the measuring cup, then threw it at Dottie and dove for the floor, rolling over in a desperate attempt to escape, expecting to hear the thunder of the pistol firing and feel the chunk of lead ripping through her body.

Dottie shrieked in agony as the measuring cup struck her squarely in the breast bone, spraying the corrosive liquid into her face, then shattering on the tile floor. Dropping the pistol, she reeled out the door and down the hall, pawing at her face, squalling in pain as the mixture seared her eyes, nose and mouth. She tripped on a throw rug, fell heavily and lay there whimpering like a spanked puppy.

Ray, hearing the screams, came running in from the garage brandishing a crowbar shouting "Baby, what's wrong, are you hurt?" He saw the crumpled figure of his ex-wife on the floor and Heather leaning against the door jamb of the laundry room, her face pale. "What the fuck happened? What's she doing here?"

Heather began to cry, realizing how close she had come to death. "Oh, baby, she was gonna kill me," she sobbed, "She just appeared ... she had your gun ... I threw the mixture in her face ... I had to do it ... I didn't mean to hurt her ..." She trailed off and continued to cry.

Ray took her into the kitchen, sat her down, and then called 911. Dottie had stopped whimpering and lay still. The EMS Unit and the police arrived at the same time. The EMS techs seeing to Dottie, the police asking what had happened. One officer picked up the revolver, jacked open the cylinder and said "There's no bullets in here."

"I never keep that one loaded," Ray said, with a sigh. "She knew where I kept it but didn't check it. I keep the bullets apart from it anyway."

"Lucky for you, ma'am," another officer said to Heather. She nodded dumbly and buried her face in Ray's chest. "If you folks will come down to the station later on,' he continued. "We'll get statements from you and your daughter." Neither bothered to correct him.

Air horn blaring and siren warbling, the EMS unit sped away carrying Dottie to the ER for treatment, then the police left and Ray and Heather were alone again.

Ray drew a hot bath for Heather who was unusually silent, gently washed her still shivering body, dried her off and put her in bed where she immediately fell asleep. He soon joined her and they cuddled until he drifted off himself.

***

Heather and Ray gave their statements about the incident to the police the next day. Dottie remained hospitalized with chemical burns under police guard. At her subsequent trial on a charge of Attempted Murder, she was found not guilty by reason of insanity and remanded to a mental institution where, hopefully, she could be rehabilitated and returned to society.

It had been a sobering experience for the both of them to be confronted with their own mortality and, after much discussion, they decided they wanted children. Ray's vasectomy was successfully reversed, Heather stopped using birth control and, after numerous enjoyable attempts, she became pregnant. She gave birth to a son which they named Andrew, Andy for short, then two years later, a daughter who they named Margaret after Ray's deceased mother. 

The Wilsons were enthusiastic grandparents, inviting the children for visits to their home, giving Ray and Heather time alone to make passionate love without nocturnal interruptions such as "Daddy, are you hurting Mommy? Her yelling woke me up."

Ray restored many other old cars and sold them, but he'd never sell the Ford because that was what he was working on the day they first met and Heather needed his help. It is of such serendipities that people meet and romances begin.

End.