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After Tom

By: fabfables



SAM

It was a cold wet day at the plant fair. We were indoors though, so business was still good and we were doing a brisk trade. In fact we were doing so well that I was wondering if I should ask Jill to bring in the last stock left in the van. I was running over the time we had left against the time to bring in the stock from two streets away and the likely sales when he approached us. Even casually dressed as he was in denims and a cotton shirt he stood out in the usual plant fair crowd. About my age, which is 62 now you're asking, he was tall and slim with a well muscled torso. His close cropped hair was still black, shot through with silver streaks. I always liked a well muscled body on a man, even though my late husband Tom had actually been quite skinny. I loved him for many reasons, of which his physique was only a small part. 

I saw him looking at me, appraising me almost. I wasn't used to that. Over 30 years working outdoors in horticulture has given me what I always think of as a lined and craggy face. My body is still good for the same reason and I'm fit. I run at least 5 miles most days and usually at least 3 marathons a year. Even so my face is not my best feature. Tom said it was 'lived in' and he would trace each line as we made love. I miss him even now after five years. 

So being looked at with such direct interest was unusual. Jill saw him looking and nudged me. "He fancies you" she said. "Play your cards right and your drought is over." Jill has worked with me for 20 years, since she was 16. Despite the age gap, she is probably my best female friend – which since I know very few men these days, probably makes her my best friend of any sort. She knows how important the physical side of my marriage was and for years she has been pestering me to be more outgoing. "I'm not expecting you to replace Tom," she would say, "but he wouldn't want you to turn into a dried up old prune. You need a nice stiff one between your legs from time to time. Well, I do anyway and unless I've got you very wrong you are no different!"

She was right of course. I ached for the feel of a man's body beside me in the big bed. I wanted to feel that magical moment of penetration, when his firm hard penis slid into me. I always liked it when Tom took me early in the morning when I was still drowsy, not quite fully wet. That feeling of being dominated always aroused me within seconds so the slight initial discomfort vanished rapidly as he thrust into me and I wrapped my legs around his back drawing him in. We married when I was 20, he was 25. I wasn't a virgin but I might as well have been for what I understood about sex. Tom hadn't a great deal of experience either, but we were magical together. I think in 35 years of marriage, until his health finally failed him, we hardly ever missed that first morning fuck. Sometimes it was a quicky, sometimes we let it develop into an extended bout. He never failed to make me come, but when he set out to do so, he could bring me to such heights that I felt my heart would burst, with aching, breathless, heartstopping orgasm after orgasm. 

"Earth to Sam!" Jill laughed. "I can tell what you are thinking about!"

I mentally shook myself, coming back to the prosaic surroundings of the market hall. Our handsome customer was still there, setting aside what looked like a big order. From time to time he still looked across at us. "I'm right – he fancies you" said Jill. 

"That's not very likely" I laughed. "He's much more likely to be looking at you. You are the blonde with the big boobs, I'm the shrivelled old prune!" This was a standard exchange. Jill had a superb figure, kept fit like me by hours of physical activity every day, but unlike me she was generously built, with great soft billowing breasts that she always made sure were well on show. Other than her breasts though she was all muscle. Neither of us had any false modesty about nakedness so we happily shared a big shower room at the nursery and I saw her naked body most days. Indeed I had seen her develop from a skinny teenager into her present voluptuousness almost as if I had been her mother. At first the lack of any children had been the one blight on our marriage, but we worked through it and we both saw Jill as a surrogate daughter. She had grown up in care and although she met her mother from time to time, they were not close. One of the last things Tom and I did together was to draw up a new will naming Jill as our sole heir. She was reluctant at first, but she had put almost as much into the business as I had and had run it almost singlehanded in Tom's last year, leaving me time to be with him. When Tom died I gave her his 25% share and now we ran the business together.

The man was looking over his purchases, counting and weighing things up before coming over. 

"I'm very impressed with the quality of your stock" he said "and the range. I moved to a new house last year and I'm remaking the garden from scratch so I'm going to need lots of plants material over the next few years or so. Do you have a nursery I can come to look at?"

"I normally only sell at plant fairs or by mail order" I said. "If you want a very large order I might not be able to fulfil it completely this year. I'm just starting propagation for next season, so if there are particular plants you want and they are in my area of expertises I should be able to help. Space at the nursery is limited though and I can't afford to give it all over to one customer."

"The garden is about 7 acres so it will take me a while because I'm doing a lot of the work myself. I want to feel it is my achievement not some landscape architects. I could put together a list of what I might need. It won't be fully detailed but it will give you an idea of the scale of things." He looked at the card he had picked up. "I'll email you an estimate of what I think I might need. I'm not far from you and I could put up some temporary tunnels to bring things on if that would help – so long as you don't mind helping me look after them. I'm away on business about one week in four."

He looked at me again. I couldn't pin down why, but I realised Jill was right. I was the focus of his attention and it didn't seem entirely about business. His look was disconcertingly direct. I felt he was looking inside me, not at me. My voice shook slightly as I replied. 

"I'm not sure about taking on so much extra work for just one customer. The business is only Jill and I and we are always stretched."

"Think about it – I'm sure we can come to some arrangement." He passed me a business card – David Poole: Consultant, with an address only about 5 miles from the nursery. "Just a minute." He took the card back and wrote a number on the back. "That's my personal mobile number. Get in touch – anytime." That last pause before he said 'anytime' seemed endless. My heart was pounding and my hand was shaking slightly as I took the card back from him. 

"I'll look forward to hearing from you Mr Poole" I said. 

"David, please – I'm sure we will be able to work something out together."

He handed over his credit card to pay for his selection, which on its own added up to about 20% of our total sales for the day. I ran it through the machine and handed him the card.

"We can hold on to your plants until later if you like."

"Thank you" he said. "I was hoping you could deliver them for me. I don't have my car here."

I looked again at his card. The address was only about 5 miles away from the nursery and we had a piece of land in that village we used for growing on trees and larger shrubs.

"OK" I said. "We'll be in touch to arrange a time." 

"Thanks" He shook my hand, then Jill's and disappeared into the crowds.

Jill was ecstatic. "Wow – the chance of a huge order and you get laid by a sexy piece like that too!"

I laughed. Her enthusiasm was infectious, but I was cautious. She didn't know that I had been with two men since Tom died, but both had been in their own way disasters and it had taken me some time to recover.

The first was only about 6 months after Tom died. I had been at a dinner held in Tom's memory by the Charity he had supported for 30 years. Many of those attending had worked with him in one way or another for years and in their own way felt the loss as keenly as I did. One in particular, became rather drunk, as had most of us to be honest, and since I was the only one going in the same direction I agreed to see him home. The cab passed my house first, so I invited him in for coffee and to give him the chance to sober up slightly. 

He was recently divorced and like me I think, rather lonely, so when he fumbled a kiss I surprised myself – and him - by responding. We stumbled our way into the bedroom, giggling and kissing like teenagers before falling on the bed, he with his shirt half unfastened and his trousers round his ankles, me desperately trying to reach my zip. Unfortunately, when it came down to it, he was simply too drunk and couldn't actually do anything. He fell asleep across the bed, half dressed and snoring. I pulled him onto the bed, took off his shoes, socks and trousers and covered him over, before going to sleep in the spare room, where I cried myself to sleep. The next morning he was rather shame faced but I made light of it, even climbing into bed beside him. He still had problems getting aroused, until I gave him a blow job, which made him rather pathetically grateful. His attempts at lovemaking were still disappointing though leaving him sated but me unsatisfied. After he went on his way, I lay back in the bath and masturbated myself to climax several times, still crying. 

It took me a while to recover from that and it was almost a year before I let another man near me. This time he was perhaps 15 years younger than me, very handsome and self-assured. I met him at a charity dinner in a hotel when he was seated beside me. As we talked over the evening it seemed we shared many interests and I found his concentrated attention on me quite flattering. At the end of the dinner we moved to the hotel bar for a drink. This time I was sober and so was he, so when he suggested we went to his room we both knew exactly what was going to happen. Unlike my previous encounter he was an excellent lover, bringing me to orgasm several times before coming himself. Even so, it was strangely cold. I had the feeling that this was a performance, but that I was only the stage on which it took place – he was his own audience as he moved me around from position to position. He didn't ask to see me again and I didn't want to anyway. 

Since then I hadn't been near a man and until today no man had shown the slightest sign that they even noticed I was there. I seemed to be invisible. 

DAVID

My day did not begin well. I had a very early meeting with a client and had booked a hotel room to ensure I got there fresh and in plenty of time, only to get a text from him at midnight moving it back to much later in the morning. I hadn't brought any other work with me, so I was left with most of the morning in town and nothing to do. On a notice board outside the hotel though I saw a poster for a plant market. I never pass up the opportunity to look at plants. I'm an engineer by training, although these days I work as a mentor for new business start ups, but I'm also an artist and garden designer. I've visited Monet's garden at Givernay many times and I go to as many of the gardens of Gertrude Jekyll as I can, so this would have interested me anyway. Two years ago however, I was left, completely out of the blue, a large Georgian house in the countryside with about 7 acres of garden. The house wasn't in too bad a condition, but the garden was neglected and almost entirely overgrown. The previous owner, some sort of distant cousin, had simply ignored it for 20 years and now it was full of bramble, self seeded trees and knee deep in nettles. So, when faced with this unexpected challenge I decided to sell up in the city and move my whole business base to the house. It was large enough to eventually provide office space for a couple of dozen people, not to mention space for studios, workshops and anything else I wanted to play with. 

I certainly had the money. The last 10 years had been very successful. I normally took a proportion of my payment for being a mentor in the form of a share in the businesses. As they prospered, and they did prosper because I'm very good at my job, I have always been able to sell at least a part of my share for a large sum of money. So now, I had lots of free cash, a thriving investment portfolio and the freedom to pick and choose the work I did and who I work with, leaving plenty of time in which to indulge my other interests. I bought myself a small tractor with various power attachments and most weeks spent at least two days at the house happily cutting back brushwood, grubbing out trees and generally clearing enough space around it to get a feel for how I wanted to develop the site. For the moment I was living in a cottage on the estate. I had a contractor working on the house so most days I was also involved project managing the renovations. I was in no rush – it was more important to me to get it right tomorrow than to get it done today.

The fair was pretty large, much bigger than I had expected, and I spent a happy couple of hours wandering around the stalls in the large market place before going into the Market Hall for a hot drink and to look at the rest of the stalls. I hadn't seen anything special up to now. A few interesting stands but otherwise they were run of the mill nurseries and garden centres. Inside though were the real specialists, the sort of nursery where they obsessed over amassing every possible variety of fuschia (or geranium or whatever – it was as much the collector instinct at work as any love of plants) and I always enjoyed the enthusiasm of these obsessives. That was when I saw Sam and Jill for the first time. They would have stood out in any crowd, as beautiful women always do, but in that sea of dirty Barbour jackets and dirty boots it was like finding a couple of diamonds in a cow pat.

I was sitting on a balcony with my coffee looking down over the main hall when I saw them. I noticed Jill first. She lit the place up with her sheer sensuality. She was tall, with a shock of blond hair. She was wearing what looked like scarlet jodhpurs with highly polished black leather boots, a pale grey silk shirt and a lavish cleavage. Neither shirt nor jodhpurs left anything to the imagination, revealing a firm, muscular but very feminine body. Beside her Sam was understated. She looked to be older than Jill by about 15 years, or so I thought at the time. Slightly shorter, she was wearing tight fitting black trousers that emphasised a gorgeous backside, a close fitting black top with a high neck and silver leather boots. Despite the high neck her breasts were only slightly less magnificent than Jill's, thrusting firmly out from her body with no sign of any sag or droop. Her pure silver hair was short, cut in punk like spikes.

I found myself staring at them from above, watching as they moved gracefully around, enjoying the sight as they bent over to pick up plants for customers, drinking in their sheer vitality and style. I don't know how long I watched them, but I was only jolted from my reverie by the reminder from my phone of the meeting and I reluctantly dragged myself away. I knew though that I was not going to let these two women slip away without getting to know them, even if I had to buy up their entire stock. 

The meeting took us through lunch. Normally I would have suggested we broke for lunch but I wanted to get back to the plant fair, so I pleaded another meeting and we carried on through. Even so it was close to three before I got away and I as panicking slightly that they might have packed up and gone. I rushed downstairs and grabbed a taxi back to the city centre. The stalls in the market place were thinning out now so I wasted no time and dashed inside, breathing a sigh of relief as I saw them still there. 

I wandered over, as casually as I could, trying not to stare. As I got closer I realised that Sam was probably much closer to my age than I thought, but she still made my heart pound as I looked at her. Her eyes were a rich striking blue, her skin was tanned and she glowed with life and energy. Her face was definitely the face of a woman who had lived a full life. Fine lines ran across her forehead, out from her eyes and around her mouth. Far from detracting they emphasised the beauty of her finely sculptured head. The boots I noticed were expensive and well fitted, tight to strong calf muscles and slim ankles. The heels were higher than I would have expected for a day selling plants, but she moved easily, her buttocks rotating hypnotically as she walked.  

Jill was very different but still eye catching. Her jodhpurs defined every muscle in her legs and backside so clearly, she might as well have been naked. I was definitely going to have to paint that body. Her breasts were magnificent and clearly all her own work, each moving independently as she walked, only just held in place by the grey silk and a tiny bra that from time to time exposed a flash of tanned flesh as she moved. 

I was trying my best not to stare and becoming uncomfortably aware of a growing tightness in my jeans, but Jill saw me looking as I pretended to sort through the plants. I saw her nudge Sam in the ribs and say something. Sam glanced over towards me and they both laughed. Laughter lit up their faces even more. To distract myself I looked more closely at the plants. I realised that the plant stock was very high quality and included some very unusual and distinctive varieties that I had already decided I wanted to use. I picked up a business card from the table and was delighted to see that the nursery was only 5 miles from my house, in the next village. 

I picked out a good range of material that I knew I could use in the garden immediately round the house and tried to arrange a visit to the nursery. I was in a state of almost adolescent lust for these two women. I knew I wanted either - or both - of them. I couldn't work out which one attracted me most and I didn't really care, so long as I could keep them in my life. 

"I'll email you a list of what I'm likely to want over the next couple of years. I can always set up some poly tunnels in the grounds if you can help with care. I tend to be away about one week in four."

Reluctantly it seemed, Sam agreed. I gave her my card then taking it back I wrote on the reverse my personal mobile phone number. "Please call me – anytime." I literally meant anytime too. I would have dropped everything for either of these women if I had met them socially, but seeing them together was setting my body burning. Sam took the card from me, her hand appeared to be shaking. Did she feel something herself?. Her face looked slightly flushed. Was I embarrassing her with my stares perhaps? Jill though seemed unfazed by my attentions. As I talked with Sam she was looking me over, appraising me perhaps. I looked across at her and her eyes dropped slightly before looking again slightly askance. Had I registered on her radar too? 

My heart was pounding again. I could hear my own blood rushing through my body. I arranged for them to take the plants back with them since in my enthusiasm I had forgotten I had no car with me, then hurried away before I made a complete fool of myself.

JILL

I will never cease being grateful to Jill and Tom. I've told Jill time and again that they saved my life but they always thought I was exaggerating. I wasn't. I was in care when Jill first took me on. I was 16, skinny as a rake and beginning to get a taste for coke. My carer's partner, a guy called Ken was the one who introduced me to it. Karen never realised. She was nice but clueless. I'd been with them since I was 11. Over that time I had seen the other girls she cared for start to grow into young women and fill out. Ken was all over them like a rash each time. I know he was abusing them, feeding them tasters of coke to soften them up, then climbing into their beds when Karen was out working. "It is our secret" he would say and they usually lapped it up. One didn't but he managed to persuade the social worker she was making it up to get attention and Karen, the silly cow, backed him up. 


After Tom



I was a slow developer, but by the time I was 14, it was my turn. He gave me the coke and I liked it at first. It gave me a buzz, relieved the boredom of a crappy school. I wasn't so keen when he tried to get into my knickers. I kept him out by threatening to report him. He wasn't sure if he could get away with denying a second complaint, so that held him at bay for a while. To be honest I didn't want to take the risk of reporting him. Julie ended up being sent off to a care home about 100 miles away, losing contact with all her friends. 

Then I met Sam and Tom. Tom was first. He came to school as a mentor for what they called 'troubled' boys – a euphemism for the ones the teachers couldn't control. Tom was brilliant. He was endlessly patient, kind and tolerant. At first they thought he was a soft touch and played him up, but they soon realised he wasn't quite so soft hearted as he looked. He was never shocked by anything they said but he was true to his word and never broke a confidence. He was always there with help, advice and support. He arranged job placements, persuaded employers to keep on kids where others had failed utterly and ever so slowly he won them round. 

Later in the year Sam came along. She first came to give a careers talk about working in horticulture, but she started doing the same sort of mentoring as Tom had for the girls. She was so cool with her punk haircut, it was dyed red then. She had her own unique style of dressing and didn't take any nonsense from anyone – teachers, or kids. She got results though and like Tom began to turn round the kids she worked with. I was looking to get away from Ken – I didn't know how long I could keep him at bay. When I told Sam what he was doing I thought she was ready to go out and castrate him on the spot. She was the first person I had ever told. 

She wanted me to report what was happening, but she understood why I was reluctant to take the risk. She pointed out though that it wasn't just me. Karen had younger kids coming up to puberty and they were equally at risk. Eventually she suggested I go and work at the nursery and move in with her and Tom. That would get me out of harms way while we worked out what to do next. I don't know how she did it, but she persuaded the social workers and Karen to let me move. I think a large part of it was the success she and Tom were having in the school and the significant part the two of them had played in turning the school around. It wasn't exactly a grammar school, but at least you didn't go in fear of being beaten up anymore.

She was as good as her word. Away from Karen, she took me under her wing, taught me the basic maths and reading skills I had missed out on and brought me into the business helping her to pack orders and doing some basic tasks in the nursery like weeding and watering. To my amazement I loved it. I had seen it just as a device to get away, but here at last was something that grabbed my attention. 

After about a year, I saw Karen with the latest child in her care. She was about 13 and just Ken's taste. I went straight back to Sam and told her I wanted to formally complain about Ken. She was brilliant. It turned out that the latest girl had also made a formal complaint about him touching her and the two complaints coming in together triggered an investigation. He got 15 years but they should have topped him!

That was almost 20 years ago. Since then I've qualified in horticulture and in business and I own a share of the business. I love her to bits and I loved Tom too. She and Tom were the only parents I ever had. I was happy to accept them as parents but to be honest if they had wanted me in their bed I would have been just as happy. I knew how physical their marriage was – that must have been obvious to anyone living within half a mile of the house, never mind living in it with them. Sam in particular was very loud when she came, which seemed like every day and she simply didn't care how many other people knew she was having a good time. To both of them physical love was a part of life; to be cherished not hidden away. 

When I was about 22 I plucked up the courage to tell her how I felt about her and Tom. They knew I was grateful of course, I'd told them that often enough, but until then never how willing I was to show my gratitude. Karen laughed then kissed me on the forehead.

"My beautiful girl, you will never know how it moves me to hear you say that, how much it means to know you trust Tom and I so much. But I couldn't do it. I love you very deeply, but not like that. I won't keep Tom out of your bed though if he wants to accept your love in that way. But I don't think he would be my Tom if he did." 

She was right of course. It took me a month to summon up the nerve to approach him. When I did he was obviously as touched as Sam had been. He took my hands in his then said almost exactly the same as Sam had. I accused her later of warning him first, but she denied it and I believe her. Tom was a wonderful beautiful man and I miss him almost as much as Sam does. I still wish he had taken me to his bed at least once though.

Sam and Tom may have turned me down, but I haven't been without company over the years of course. I discovered I loved the company of men and although I made some mistakes, with support from Sam most of the men in my life have been good. None matched Tom of course but not many ever could. Once I was legally adult, they placed no restrictions on me other than to tell them before I brought anyone into the house they didn't already know. Lying in a lover's arms of a morning I loved to see their faces when Sam went off on a particularly loud or extended orgasm. Some were a little intimidated, others thought they were in some sort of competition, which usually worked to my benefit, but eventually most of my friends simply accepted the noises-off as a part of staying over. Later I moved out to my own flat, still on the nursery site but I was otherwise independent for the first time in my life. I loved it, but most days the three of us still shared the evening meal in their huge kitchen. 

When Tom became ill about six years ago, Sam was at a loss for the first time ever. She seemed unable to handle the idea that her beloved man was going to leave her. With him of course she was her usual breezy confident self, but away from him she sometimes fell to pieces, weeping in my arms. Being Sam of course her inner strength won through and she pulled herself together. As his illness progressed, she began to spend more and more time with him, leaving the day to day operation of the business to me. With her agreement I took on a new me – a cheerful pretty 17 year old girl from the village who came in at weekends to pack orders, water and weed. She adored Sam just as I did. 

It was dreadful watching Tom fade away and it must have been almost literally hell for Sam. They had been together night and day for almost 40 years and now that partnership was about to be dissolved. I just couldn't imagine life without Tom in the house. It was hard enough waking up to silence already since Tom was too weak for their daily lovemaking. She wept as she told me how she took him in her arms every morning so that when he woke he knew straight away she was there for him.

Finally the day came. Tom woke in her arms as usual, looked up at her and simply said "My love" then closed his eyes again. There can't be many better ways to go than like that I suppose. After the doctor and the undertaker had all been and we were alone again, Karen went down to the nursery on her own. It was always her business not Tom's although he held 25% but he knew it meant so much to her. There was a small meadow where the two of them used to go on sunny afternoons from time to time and I would smile to myself as the familiar sounds came drifting across on the wind. Now she was going to say her goodbyes. 

After about half an hour she came back, red eyed but otherwise composed. She pulled a bottle of wine from the rack and grabbed a couple of glasses. "Lets celebrate life" she said, "not death." We spent the rest of the day remembering Tom, weeping laughing and drinking by turns. By the evening we had polished off most of a second bottle but we both felt sober. We sat on the big sofa, arms wrapped around each other dozing in front of the fire. 

"I can't sleep alone tonight, Jill. Will you stay with me?"

"Of course – I'll stay here as long as you need me." 

That's how it was for the next couple of weeks until Sam sent me back to my own flat

Obviously life didn't return to normal. There was a huge Tom shaped hole in both our lives, but those lives went on. Sam threw herself in to the nursery business, we took on more land, put up more poly tunnels and started growing the operation. I started studying garden design so that we could offer a complete service to our customers. Sharon the Saturday girl came to work for us full time and we started her on the same pattern of study that I had gone through. 

"When I'm gone" said Sam, "you will need support the way you've helped me." 

She wasn't brooding about the future when she talked like that, this was her business mind talking. Even so, I knew she was lonely. I wasn't entirely surprised when one Sunday morning there was a man at the breakfast table. She introduced me to him as 'her almost daughter', which made me tear up. He never came back though and she confided afterwards that the sex had been a disaster. As far as I know that's been it since Tom died. It must be getting to her, because sex was such an important part of her life. I assume she masturbates, who doesn't, but it isn't the same as having someone else in your bed. 

So now this David Poole has turned up. I saw how she reacted to his overtures and I was pleased, if a little jealous because he is a gorgeous man, but she deserves a break. I really hope she lets him get through the shell she's built up over the past five years.



After Town



I had fun in my life despite being a virgin but that changed in one night. I have several mates that are girls but I have been interested in a couple but that was it, nothing went any further except in my own head until that weekend.

At first it was a normal weekend we all drank and had fun dancing. I eyed up some girls but didn't make any moves. The main difference was that one of my mates Kat was holding a sleep over for just the four of us.

Know I normally can't sleep outside my own bed but I was looking forward to this. Two blokes and two girls owe what can the mind do to you. It was a good night everyone drank enough to satisfy him or herself. 

We all got a taxi back and I was in a happy mood. It was then that I was told of the sleeping arrangements, Kat and her boyfriend would take one room will me and the stunning Daniel would take the other.

When we entered the room we both took turns getting ready and then got into our separate beds. The light went out and I went to sleep.

I woke up to this great sensation, I was lying flat on my back with a hot throbbing dick, I looked down to see that it wasn't just me in the bed anymore someone had climbed in with me and they were giving me a blow job.

I don't know about you but this was a great way to wake up to having you dick sucked. Oh she knew what she was doing.

I was enjoying what she was doing, the way she knew to stroke me in all the right places. It wasn't long for me to come I tried holding back as long as I could but she made me come. I came but she treated me like a cow to be milked drinking every drop.

It was then that I decided to thank her for that pleasant experience so I reached down beneath the covers and stroked her hair then said "thank you that felt great".

At that she began to stroke my dick to make it hard again. It only took a few min's for my dick to get hard again. At that she opened a packet and then started rolling the condom onto my dick.

She then pulled the covers off me to reveal herself I stared up into her beauty, I knew that I wanted her she was like a goddess that I must have, she removed her night dress and flung it onto the floor with my boxers.

To look at those huge breasts was a pleasure in itself. She slowly eased herself on my dick and was soon rotating those hips for all she was worth.

I had to work hard to control myself, if I hadn't I might have came right then and that would have ruined the experience. I reached forward and grasped those perfect pair of breasts in my hands and squeezed she emitted a yelp of pleasure.

As time went on through out the night we fucked each other's brains out. By the time I had got on top and was pounding away in long stokes. Pulling out part of the way and then throwing my entire weight forward until my balls his her bottom.

I was able to keep this momentum up for a long time. As I pounded away she had this confused look on her face like she hadn't felt anything like this before.

When I finally came it was such a relief that I just lay in her arms clutching her to my body. We both went to sleep like that.

I woke up the next morning to find myself woken by Daniel getting out of bed and telling me that she had fun last night. There was a gleam in her eye as she said that.

I got weird looks from all my mates after that and I finally got fend up and asked Kat why. It wasn't until then that I found out that everything that happened in the room had been taped on a video camera and the tape had been watched in private by a group of my mates. Daniel had been singing my praises since that night and was wanting a second try.

Since then all the single female mates that I hag out with each compete for a turn, I never knew that having so many female mates had such great advantages. The only problem is that know I'm not able to find a girlfriend without making my mates jealous.



After Two



When he vaguely became aware of being awake, he noticed how quiet it was in the bedroom. There were no noises coming from outside and the usual whirl of the fan was missing. He had left the fan in the studio after using it to speed the drying of his latest painting, and now the warm night air rested uninterrupted like Maya's naked body next to him. It was beauty and quiet, suspended and motionless.

The digital clock showed it was 2:12 AM. The bedroom was dark and lit only by the tiny red clock numbers. Something had woken Steve but not completely. He still had a drowsy connection to the dream world, but his sense of touch was aware of Maya's real world naked body next to him. He could feel the edge of the bed next to his elbow at his side. Maya slept deeply on her back, centered on the bed. The bed was as warm as the air of the night and both of them had let the bed covers remain on the floor after making love earlier. He could still feel some wetness and Maya's dried creamy deposits on his cock. He was fully erect and as he rubbed his fingers over his cock, he felt the familiar slightly sore ache for Maya return.

He listened to her breathing. Slow and steady like the pace of a clock hand traveling around a circle. He imagined her nipple the center of the clock and her breast the circle. They had made love passionately and quickly before falling asleep and Steve regretted not spending more time especially more time sucking on her nipples and feeling her breasts. He knew as she slept, her lips were slightly open and her breasts would be rising and falling if only it wasn't so dark, he could watch. The thought of her breasts made him rub his cock a little more intentionally.

The combination of the quiet and the dark was intriguing to Steve. He thought about the two senses taken away. No sound and no sight, left only to touching and tasting. But tasting was a choice and as much as he wanted to find Maya's lips and taste them, he chose touch and only touch because it offered so much more possibilities in the dark. He wanted her. He could remember the taste of her from a few hours ago and swallowed, languishing his tongue among the lingering taste of Maya's pussy on his lips. 

He turned to her and felt his cock touch her nude warm body. She was shorter than he was and because they both shared the pillow, his hips were lower on the bed than hers. His cock twitched slightly against her, but Maya didn't stir. As Steve moved his body up her thigh, he felt the tender pulling and stretching of the skin over his hard cock and taunt balls. The friction made his cock move in jumpy little skips if he pressed against her too much. But if he knew if he was too tentative, surely his stiff tangled pubic hairs would tickle her and wake her with a startle, which he didn't want to do. 

The clock numbers glowed in a diagonal reflection on the surface of the bed stand. Steve remembered the bottle of baby oil he had put in the small drawer of the bed stand and reached for the brass drawer pull. The drawer opened quietly and he felt inside. The first shape was a long tube he knew was the anal jelly. He hesitated for a moment considering taking the tube, but decided to wait for another time. A time when both of them were more awake and their bodies more rested for longer lovemaking. He moved his hand further into the drawer and recognized by touch the baby oil bottle on its side. 

Steve took the bottle of baby oil from the drawer. It was a new bottle, and the plastic lid was designed with a push up nozzle that reminded Steve of his hard erect cock sticking straight up in the air. He turned back to Maya, his cock touching her hip again and raised the bottle as close to the center of her chest as he could estimate. He squeezed the bottle and the stream of thick baby oil squirted out of the little plastic cock tip onto Maya. He wavered his hand back and forth spreading the oil like pancake syrup over each of her breasts. The oil was so fluid, it dripped quickly down the sides of her upper ribs and down the center of her belly into a pool filling her belly button. Maya still sleeping, felt a strange tingling on her body, but it wasn't enough to wake her. Not yet. At least not until the groggy state of her dreams began to insist the pulsing against her hip wasn't just a dream, but was really the hard cock of her lover aroused in the night. The clarity of her hand reaching to touch Steve's throbbing rod was a sweet unexpected reality. 

Steve felt her hand blanket over his cock but he could sense she was still weakly awake. Before she stirred more alert he lifted from the bed and gently moved over her. Maya's hand rode the draft his cock forward and for the first time, she felt the wetness of the baby oil covering and insulating her breasts. She felt the bed dip down at the side of her hip from Steve's knee and was aware the other side was lower as well. He was over her. His knees even with her hips and the hairs from his testicles were touching her pussy hairs. 

Steve held the bottle of oil in his hands and pulled off the plastic top completely. He tilted the bottle and poured the oil quickly in a stream as big as water from a garden hose onto the center of her breasts. The oil rushed everywhere. Maya felt it flood into the little cups of her collarbones and overflow down her shoulders. It was warm and thick and flowed over her skin with a tiny difference of coolness in the warm night air. She knew by the gentle smell it was the baby oil she had seen in the bed stand drawer. She wondered if Steve was going to use the tube she had seen in the drawer as well. The thought excited her more and she clinched her ass hoping he would. Her clitoris was awakening.

Maya placed her hands on his shoulders and gently pulled to urge Steve forward. There was a sense in her semi-conscious body that she was pulling the other half of herself towards her. A wonderful feeling of his body being part of hers and the need to pull them together came from all over her body. Her hands touched and pulled gently, but mostly they just connected more of her flesh to his. There was a yearning between her legs for his now familiar touch. He had kissed and sucked her breasts so many times in the recent days, and he had loved the sight of her nipples kissing Gloria's nipples. But something special was on his mind. He wanted to make love with his cock to her breasts. In the dark, it was all about touching and Maya reached out for that secure warmth of Steve's body. Although she reacted for something familiar, she loved Steve's creativity in the way he touched her. It never seemed the same way twice and he was like a thousand lovers rolled into one. She held onto the edge of her sleep state enjoying the fantasy of a mysterious stranger moving over her naked body in the dark. 

She felt his hands rubbing the baby oil over her chest like a mother applying lotion to her child's soft skin. She reveled in the tenderness with which he rubbed her and the only casual encountered touch of her nipples. His fingers massaged the oil without rubbing it into her skin too deeply. Steve could feel his opposite thumbs stretch and the tips touch as his hands roamed her breasts like an orchestra conductor motioning to the string section, "softer...softer....softer..." Then the building ascent would begin again and his hands would urge the violinists to bring the music up, "louder...louder...louder".

Maya sensed what Steve was doing. He was making love to her breasts and she wanted him to. Even though the last few days, she had been brought to orgasm after orgasm by her own fingers and dildos, it was Steve who always took having sex to a different level of making love to her, and his making love to her breasts was another special sharing only they could do together. She remembered how tenderly protective he was of her virgin asshole. She knew he would be. She whispered to him in the dark, "I love you Steve."

He whispered back, "I love you too Maya." 

His curled finger gathered extra oil and brought it to her nipple drawing the oil around the erect bud like a moat around a castle. He squeezed tighter around the base of her extended nipple, which caused the tip to overflow like the buttery top of a muffin. Maya felt a delicious passage of arousal rush the message to her pussy and start the creamy flow inside. "Oh Steve. Keep doing that. Don't stop." She whispery pleaded.

Steve's finger squeezed tight and pulled upward until her oily nipple escaped. He quickly retrieved and re-entrapped her nipple in his hooked finger. Steve continued the repeated stroking of her nipple with his oily finger again and again, then paused holding her sensitive flesh bud only and resting momentarily at the base of her extended nipple. 

"Mmmmnn." Maya moaned, as his thumb slid more oil over her rounded nipple tip and pinched the hard nub to his finger bending it and quickly he stroked it with his thumb making the little messages race in rapid relays to her pussy. Maya could feel her flooding wetness leaking out and trailing down to her anus. It was all a wonderful dream.

Maya could feel Steve's body bent above her head. The headboard of the bed and the wall behind was too close to let him press any closer. She needed to adjust her body on the bed so he could. Wrapping her arms around his ass, she scooted down the bed until her feet touched the edge. Steve scooted with her. Maya turned slightly to her side facing Steve as he took each of her titties in his hands. He felt his erect cock between her oil-slicked breasts, and his firm hands pressed her breasts inward, tight against the length of his hot shaft. It felt wonderful to Steve, having his cock so tightly wrapped by her warm breasts, and equally stimulating to Maya having her breasts collapsed tightly together by his oily hands. She could feel her nipples bent towards each other by the curving base where Steve's thumbs joined his palms. They were swollen so much the tips grazed his belly at the same time.

Maya's hands trailed from his shoulders downward and inward towards the center of Steve's back. She could feel her fingertips riding the wavy texture of Steve's spinal bones as he began to grind his hips forward into her slick breasts. His cock felt wonderfully hot, hard and swollen. She loved how excited his cock always seemed to get. She moaned to him, knowing it would only fuel his excitement more, "Oh yes Steve, Yes baby. Yes.. Fuck my titties..Mmm that big hard cock of yours feels so good."

Moving her hands past his spine, Maya firmly grabbed his buttocks. She pulled him tight to her, but allowed his hips to thrust at their own pace. Her fingernails tickled along the banks of his ass crack and she could feel the heat radiating from his ass. Her pussy ached and tingled inside from excitement. She started to writhe her hips to feel the pleasure of her own pussy lips squeezing together. "Oh Steve, my pussy is so hot." She moaned. Steve loved to hear her say things about her pussy while they were making love just as much as Maya loved to hear him say things about his cock.

"Mmm baby." Steve replied. "My cock is throbbing baby. I'm going to cum all over your tits." He reached back between her legs to explore with his fingers the warmth of her pussy. Slipping his fingers through her little bush, he felt Maya's wet arousal that had already collected in little drops and transferred onto her curly pussy hairs. 

Steve rubbed his cock harder and harder into and against her breasts. His balls began pushing the bottom of her breasts while his dick head almost touched her chin from beneath. "Oh baby..Oh baby.." He grunted with each thrust as he felt Maya's left hand move from his ass and wiggle up between their bodies to cover his eager extended cock head. Her hand immediately became slick with the baby oil as she rubbed his cock head. 

"Oh Steve, cum baby. Cover my titties with your hot cum!" She implored while speeding her fingers over his cock head. She tested his cock hole and felt the gapping openness of his excitement. She imagined the baby oil on her chest was a result of the stream of precum she felt. "Cum all over me!" That's what she wanted. That's what it felt like and she imagined all the oil was Steve's cum. She pretended Steve's lovely excited cock was flooding his cum over her like a garden hose. 

While one hand stroked Steve's cock, she rubbed her breast with the other and gathered baby oil on her fingers. She reached for his ass again and rubbed the oil over his cheeks and down his ass crack. She squeezed his cheek and massaged the taunt muscles of his ass. Steve liked the feeling of her hand and slowed his thrusting action to delay cumming. He was so close, but he knew the longer he held back, the more powerful his orgasm would be. "Oh baby, I love that." He moaned. 

Maya lifted her hips to answer his plunging fingers into her pussy. "Oh Steve, I love when you finger fuck me." Hearing her words, he thrust deeper and faster in and out of her pussy. His long fingers spread once inside her so one finger would curl forward and one would curl down. "Oh God. Oh God..You're going to make me cum." Maya uttered through her deep breaths. 

He knew Maya was close to her orgasm as his little finger rubbed her slick asshole and dipped slightly in. He teased her by running his fingertip around the rim of her anus before dipping in and then just as he could feel her relax so he could push his finger deeper, he pulled back and ran his finger around her rim again. Maya loved his teasing finger. She wanted it deeper, but it was driving her wild what he was doing without actually going deeper. Her pussy felt on the edge of explosion. "Oh baby, cum with me..Cum with me Steve!" She pleaded to him.

Faster and faster he pumped his fingers in her drenched cunt. The curve of his hand rubbed her clitoris each time sending a message to release more of her pussy juices. "Ooh God..Oh GOD..CUM STEVE CUM LOVE CUM!!! She yelled loudly. 

Maya's orgasm was a paper-thin edge from exploding, but she somehow held on waiting for that jerking pulse in Steve's cock to trigger. Her hand stroked speeded as fast as she could up and down his cock between her breasts. "Uh, Oh, cum baby cum..oh.." She grunted from effort and begged for the magical release of her orgasm building to the edge of no return. "CUM! STEVE!! CUM!!!" She wanted Steve to orgasm at the same time and knew just what would trigger his cum. Her hand released his ass just long enough to gather more oil on her little finger, then she returned pressing the short-nailed slick digit to his asshole. It slipped in easily and Steve felt his own finger slip past the knuckle into her warm tight asshole at the same time. 

Steve felt the intensity of his pleasure first. For a split second, his balls went numb, and then the thrilling rush of his cum shot up his shaft and burst out the widened hole of his cock during the down stroke of Maya's hand. "Oh BABE I'M cCuUmMmMiInNgG!!!" He cried out as he came in a powerful blast that shot hot jism rocketing like a champagne cork into Maya's neck. Maya's own orgasm blitzed her pussy as she lifted off the bed forcing Steve's fingers deeper in her cunt and ass. 

"Ahhh Steve...Steve..Steve..." She cried out his name and the intensity of her orgasm made her closed eyes water in delightful release. She pulled Steve's cock forward with her hand, forcing his aim into her. His cock throbbed like a second heart on her chest. "Oh darling, Oh Steve baby, I love you." She moaned, as another pulse in his shaft brought more hot sticky cum flowing out his cock and she felt the warmth spread and radiate between her breasts. In the night darkness of the room, simultaneously, they both let out a deep satisfied breath. The air of the room suddenly felt cool compared to the heat of their entwined bodies on the saturated sheets of the bed. 

Sounds of their lovemaking began to thin from the mix of their senses. The slippery stroking of Maya's hand on Steve's cock quieted. The thrusting suction sounds her pussy noisily made as his fingers pumped in and out stopped as Steve held his fingers still inside her. Their senses reduced and refocused to the touching and feeling of each other like a suspended pose. Steve's fingers filled her pussy and ass. Maya's hand lay still over his pulsing cock while her finger felt the warm heat inside his clinched ass. Wetness spread on their skin and leaked from every orifice. Even if the room had been drenched in daylight, neither of them would have felt the need to open their eyes. 

They both knew and yearned for a missing touch. Sounds again filled the room. The sound of Steve's finger coming out of Maya's ass was quiet but brought a soft moan from her lips. The slick baby oil slurp of Maya's finger slipping out of Steve's ass was barely audible. Her pussy relinquished more noisily his deep wet fingers with a plopping gasp from her pussy lips. The abundant layer of baby oil quieted the retreating slide of his cock down Maya's chest and belly. A soft symphony of their bodies ensued as feet moved over the sheets, legs opened and entwined, arms wrapped around each other, and shoulders realigned for the final missing touch of their lips. 

There was no darkness inside their closed eyes. Only warm bright colors of no name as Steve followed the sound of Maya's breaths and pressed his wanting mouth to Maya's open waiting lips. Their noses drew in the air as they pressed together and the tiny wet sounds of their kissing tongues was the perfect beginning of the rest of their night in the dark.



After Two Days Training



I wait silently in the dark in a cage. It won't be long now. This is the third day I've been in captivity. He usually comes down and brings me upstairs a few hours after the light from the dismal little window in the basement fades out. I can already hear him stomping around upstairs. The steel at the bottom of the cage is cold against my ass and the bars hurt my back where I'm leaning against them. The whole basement smells of dust and damp. The air tastes stale. My jaw aches from where he slammed my mouth over and over again last night. I keep popping it but the ache doesn't go away. I'm completely naked and I can feel the breeze brush against my pussy, making me shiver.

The door swings open and I hear heavy feet tramp down the stairs. I look up into the blinding light and there he is, in his business suit, sleeves rolled up, shoes clacking on the concrete floor. He reaches the cage and fumbles with a key and yanks the door open. He then reaches inside, grabs me by my long auburn hair and pulls me out and up. I don't cry out or complain. Two whole days was enough to teach me that it was pointless. 

"Good girl," he says, his deep voice rumbling. "I see you've learned kicking and screaming is useless. It just makes it worse for you."

I do not respond, as I am not prompted to. I'm only supposed to talk when I'm told. We troop up the stairs and into his parlor. All the shutters and curtains are drawn, but there's a dim light from an old fashioned lamp in the corner. Illuminated by it I see the items I will be experiencing tonight, laid out on the couch. A bullwhip, a baton, a gag. I whimper. The noise slides out of my mouth without my consent. 

"Now, now," he says. "You'll only be subjected to those if you misbehave. If you take it like a good little slut, you'll be fine."

I try not to whimper again. There's an old fashioned chair that's been set out in the center of the room. He takes me over to it, retrieving several lengths of rope from the couch as we go by, and bends me over the back. Soon my bare feet are tied to the back legs and my hands are tied to the front. 

"Now, you've been a good little fucktoy so far, so we'll start with a reward, shall we?" 

He begins to massage my ass. Pulling and pushing against the sore muscles and bruises. Pinching here and there to relieve pressure. It's all I can do to resist moaning. Eventually he works lower down onto my thighs and his hands glide between my legs and then up against my pussy. I squirm just a tad, but resist crying out. Slowly he begins to rub his hand back and forth, back and forth, along the entire length of my cunt; just lightly brushing the clit at the end before pulling all the way back almost to my asshole. He slides one finger in, slowly, inching inside. I bite down hard on my lower lip to stop myself from making any noise. He hates noise. A second finger pops in. He's going just a little faster now, rhythmically pumping me. I sink my teeth further into my lip. A third finger goes in, slamming me properly; in, out, in out. I chew down on my tongue. 

Just as my thighs are starting to twitch, he suddenly removes his hand, and my soaking wet vag is left open. Then his tongue is in me, snaking just inside my hole, flicking across my labia, working up towards my clit. When he gets to my clit he immediately starts working it hard and fast. It's too much. I cry out, whimpering. My legs are twitching, my nipples are hard. His tongue stops touching my clit. My heart skips a beat.

"Now what did I say yesterday about making noise while I am entertaining myself?" 

"Please, don't. I'll be good I promise." But he's already walking over to the sofa. Soon he's behind me again and I can barely breathe from the tension of it all. He stands there for a good long while, knowing how tense I must be. Knowing how scared. Then, smack, the hard surface whacks my ass, making me jump. For a second there's numbness, then excruciating pain radiates through my ass. Tears spring to my eyes.

"Please, not agai-" Smack. 

"Please!" I cry out. 

"Take it in silence and it'll be over sooner you worthless little whore."

Four more times it cracks against my backside. By the time he hurls the thing back to the couch, tears are streaming down my face. My chest is shaking and I'm trying so hard not to make noise it physically hurts. That's when I hear his belt buckle snap and a rustle of clothing as his pants must drop to the floor. I stay absolutely still. Is he going to fuck me? I think, paralyzed. He's never fucked me before. His hands find their place on my hips and sure enough I feel the soft but hard tip of a dick press up against my dripping labia. I quiver with the realization that in my head, I'm begging him to put it in. There's nothing I want more than him to sink his hard cock deep into my sopping cunt. I bite my lip again and taste blood. He presses into me harder. 

Then, in an almost sudden fashion, it slides in. I reflexively tighten around it. God I want it so bad. He starts off tantalizingly slow, just like with the fingers. Easing in and out. Rubbing his dick all over the outside of my vag, then easing in and out again. He moans a little and it's the hottest thing I've ever heard. I try to grind up against him, to get his dick in deeper.

"Oh you're loving this aren't you, my little slut. You want me so bad you can barely contain yourself. You feel guilty of course, you've been told good girls don't like sex, let alone rape, but you're loving this. You're practically begging me for it."

I suddenly slams me, hard; pounding his dick all the way in. I let out the tiniest little squeak and he laughs and he continues. Pounding me over and over again. He starts to go fast as well as deep. And I hear him start to groan; moan and gasp with each pump. He's not a quiet fucker. He leans over me and grabs my tits, twisting them. I can barely think through all of the pleasure and pain I'm feeling. He keeps going harder and harder, pinching my nipples, yanking down. 

"I'm going in bare. You know what that means? I'm going to impregnate you. I'm going to stick my child in your filthy hole. You're just one of ten breeders I go through a month. And if I can't impregnate you, well. You're barely even good enough for a fucktoy. I'll have a fun time ruining your body."

I cum. I cum so hard I impulsively arch back tip the chair backwards. I let out a piercing scream followed by a quick succession of gasps and moans. I cannot stand it. My whole body is shaking. I've never cum like this before. Every inch of my flesh feels as sensitive as my clit. With a loud yell he releases inside of my now uber-sensitive cunt, shoving himself as deep into me as he can go. After it's all squirted out he continues to pump weakly for a little while, then we're both still for a minute; sweating and gasping and twitching. 

Finally he unties me with surprising delicacy and throws me over his shoulder, his wet, now partially limp, cock still hanging out. 

"Come on princess," he says, panting a little. "It's time for you and I to have a bath."



After Two Years



So, let me start where I am in my life. I am working at part time at a factory as a quality maintenance supervisor in a town 30 minutes south of where I used to live. I also work as a manager part time in that well-known porn store that is open 24 hours in the town that's close to where my ex lives. I got myself out of that little town and I live by myself in a town that falls between my two jobs. I guess make a decent living. It took awhile and I am happy, for the most part the only thing I am missing is someone to fill the void in my heart. Don't get me wrong, on some of my time off I go out, but none of them have what I am looking for. That spark.

I was working at my porn job and doing an evening meeting with the 4 people on the shift. I was supposed to stay, but my other job required me to be there early in the morning. So I have to delegate. As I am talking, she walks in to the store. One of the of my guys checks her I.D., but I know she's old enough to be here with friends. Beth sees me and is very surprised. I finish with my meeting and all I can think about is leaving. I want to go before she wants to talk. That's all we did at the end. I know it was my fault we split. I didn't want it to happen. There she is now in front of me, well off to the side looking at the DVDs of threesomes. 

I start out the door. She waves kind of shyly and half yells my name. Like I'm supposed to stop what I am doing and talk to her. I sigh heavily and I turn. I say hey back. It's been almost 2 years since I see her, or heard her voice. She comes up to me as I come up to her. She goes for a hug and I accept it. She smiles that smile I missed so much. The look in her eyes and the love, the spark I been looking for I think to myself. That's it there. 

"Chris," she tells me, "you look really good and tan!"

"Beth, you look thinner. Hair is lighter and you are wearing your glasses?" I say.

"Well, I forgot to put in my contacts in, it's my first day off in 2 weeks."

"That's good, I been really busy too."

"So, you must be with a new girl and she must be getting you out in the sun."

"Nope, I haven't had a girl friend for awhile. What about you I am sure some man isn't going to let you go. You are still so damn beautiful."

She smiles and looks around like I am embarrassing her.

"Nope and stop it, haven't had a boyfriend in awhile, the guy had more problems than you! That's a joke Chris."

"Come on Beth, that's in the past I have dated a few women that made ME look normal!"

I say laughing.

We make small talk, mostly about nothing. She tells me that, her son has taken to living with his dad more and she has thrown her self into work. She asks about me and I tell her about my jobs. When do I get time off she asks me. I tell her at both jobs since I am on a salary I make up my hours as I please. Most of the time I can be at both jobs in the same day. Then there are some days I just have off. She asks if they are still Fridays and Saturdays? I tell her yeah; only because those are the days other managers want to work and I volunteer for a nursing home once a week. We talk about my mom and dad; I tell her my dad passed a way a year ago. My mom moved in with her best friend, my sister Kathy moved back up here and lives in the old house. My sister Stephanie still lives not to far from that old house. 

She asks for my new number. I ask her if that is such a good idea. She looks at me and tells me to listen. She has had a few failed relationships after ours. I look at her and tell her that ours was a failed one. She looks at me and tells me that it was. She looks at me nervously and asks if I have time to come over and talk. I give her my number and I ask her when. She tells me this Saturday, around 3? I look at her. I don't know what to say I tell her. She tells me just say you will be there. I agree. I think back to the first time I met her. I am so nervous.

I hate to hear about the guys as much as she is going to hate to hear about the other girls that each of us has dated, I think to myself quietly. She asks me one last thing before I go. She asks me if I still write stories for that site where I used to post the dirty stories of her and I. I said yeah, but I haven't written anything about us in awhile. The last one I wrote was some fantasy about us meeting again down the road and getting back together. She laughs at me and asks to read it. I say sure. She smiles at me as she tells me that this isn't fantasy, as she tells me she has a few new stories she wants me to read.

So the week drags on. I try not to think about her. Her number is the same as before when my phone buzzes in my pocket. I really should get a holster for the fucking thing, I think as I pull it out and open. 

It's her number and it said:

See you tomorrow!

3pm. I am cooking!

Be afraid.

See you then.

I smile, I think back to all the good times we had. I think about the last 2 weeks of hell I put us through when we were together. We moved on. I like to think I got over my problems with my last 2 relationships after Beth. I mean I to say I don't think I did, but I know I have grown. 2 years is a long time, I mean I hadn't had a decent relationship in since her. I just gave up on the thought of me being with someone again. I also realized people are going to do what makes them happy no matter whom it hurts. I wasn't really hurt with them, just disappointed. I think back to my past two relationships and I am 34 now I am flashing back like I am in a movie.

So, now after being alone for 6 months with only my hand as my fuck buddy. 

Here was the only woman I have ever had the whole love at first sight with. I couldn't care why she wanted me over now or what she wanted to talk about. I just wanted to see her. So, Saturday at 3pm, I knocked on her door. She answered it. My butterflies came back and I felt like the first time I saw her. I thought it was gone, but without even saying a word, she just said so much with that smile. I entered and noticed it was very different. All her furniture was changed and different. She had a new computer and now there was a stack of computer games next to it, mostly the kind of games no hard core gamer would ever play. She looked like she was tired and was cleaning and cooking.

She asked if I wanted a beer and I said sure.

"Trying to get me drunk? What are your intentions with me if I may ask, my lady?" I told her as I grabbed the bottle.

"I just want to have things easy between us, I am afraid we might have some hurt feelings still." She told me as she sat. 

"We have to give the meal a few minutes to cool. You want to know why I asked you here. I noticed you didn't text me back. I was waiting for a phone call or something from you to let me know you were still coming, and then I thought if you weren't coming you would call. You actually had me on pins and needles all week. I was telling...." She trails off realizing she is telling me more than I need to know.

She starts to grab plates and the food. She made lasagna. I am surprised and impressed. She has the kitchen table cleared off and we sit and eat. She move a chair closer to the one I picked and we sit there next to each other on one side of the this big table. Over dinner we talk about everything that has happened to us in the last 2 years. She beings to ask me about my life and more detail about it, she wanted to know about my relationships. I told her about my ups and downs in my relationships. She begins to tell me about hers. She dated 3 guys and a few months ago just stopped seeing the last one. She then starts to tell me that they didn't have that thing she's been looking for since we broke up. They never looked at her in quite the same way I did. The never touched her the way I did. I joked about sex and she told me she wasn't impressed. No one made love the way you do.

"Or could kiss me like the way you do." She said as she went in for a kiss.

Before I could speak, her lips were hot and pressed to mine. Her tongue starting to part her lips and making it's wet journey into my mouth to find my tongue waiting for it. I kissed back. The passion and the heat between us I can feel parts of me that haven't had attention in a few months. Her hand runs down to my jeans and feels my hard cock straining to be free. She lets out an "Mmmm.I missed that." As she breaks our kiss and leads me to her couch where she lies out and pulls me on top of her. She grabs my head and continues to make out with me. Our tongues dancing to some song in our heads, I am beginning to feel the heat from between her legs. Here I am making out with my ex girlfriend for the past 2 hours and I start to think to myself how is this going to end?

We made out, feeling our bodies and the heat between us growing. We would stop talk and maybe have a cigarette. She looked at me as I lit one. As she says,

"I thought you quit?"

"I did, but the thought of seeing you today made me nervous."

"I figured with your jobs you would be stressed out."

"Nope."

"You are smoking like a man." She laughs.

"Yeah, at least I look like one."

"Ha-Ha."

She puts out her smoke and moves in for a kiss. I wasn't finished, and then we make out again. I put out the cigarette as we make out. It's going on 8 now and the food is cold. We don't seem to care. We make out and talk. I am afraid to make the first move. Then she shoves her tongue in my ear, I take that as my hint as I start my hands after her breasts, by going up her blouse. She can't take the teasing anymore and moves in for my pants. She straddles me sitting on top. Her blouse is on the floor and my pants and boxers follow. She begins to work on my cock, not the way I quite remember, but its working, god it's working. She started by licking the underside like a popsicle starting at the bottom near the balls. Going up then back down the left side and back up the right side. Then she licks down back to the balls and this time when she comes up she takes me wholly in her mouth. She does something I have never felt any woman do. She begins to suck like I used to like at the tip of my dick, but instead she sucks hard and beings going back up. It makes me rock hard. She continues this assault on my cock for about 15 minutes, keeping me on the edge and she knows it.

She quits and stands up before me. I work off her pants and panties. I begin to smell her wetness. I thought god I want to taste that. So I guess it was my turn to surprise her. I stand up and sit her down on the couch. I spread her legs wide. No time to be subtle. I get on my knees before her as she groans at the mere thought of my tongue just lightly touching her clit. I looked at it and she is naked before me. She was smiling and turning red. I smiled back and just decide to go in for a taste. I ran my tongue from the patch of skin in the middle between her asshole and the opening of her pussy to the top of her clit and back. I did several laps like this, getting a good long taste. On the last pass I stopped to suck and bite her clit. I did this as I ran my hands over her smooth legs, keeping them open. I moved them towards her pussy as I kept sucking on her clit. I moved my middle finger just teasing the outside of the hole of her pussy. I slowly started to move it in and slowly taking it back out. She moans louder. I pressed in with another finger along with my middle and started to move them in and out, then up and down. She started to cum as I kept up the licking and fingering. Her juices were running all over my hands and the couch. I just couldn't wait to have myself inside her. As I was thinking this she came and she came hard. She gushed. It surprised her and me. 

She stood up in a rush and grabbed me up in her arms, as she kissed me hard and full of passion. She looked at me not with eyes of lust, but love. I was taken back by it. I realized I was looking at her the same way. She guided me to her bedroom; it was different too, but no time to take in the sights. She lies down on the bed and motioned me for me to get on top of her. I looked around and moved above her as I slid off my shirt. She grabbed my cock and moved it up and down her wet pussy. I took her hands in mine above her head and began to tease her as my cock became harder. She whispers,

"What the fuck are you waiting for Chris, I have waited for this for 2 years. Just fucking give it to me." 

I start to open my mouth she moved up to kiss me. I slid my naked dick into her soaking wet pussy. Once I had the whole thing in she looks at me and I look back.

She whispers again,

"Stay right there. I missed this too. Let me just feel you inside of me."

I let her arms ago and she put them around me and began to kiss me with that passion, that spark, that love we both have so missed.

I start to move and find the rhythm that pleases us both. She begins to meet my grinding. She moans my name over and over, moving her head from side to side. I whisper her name and tell her to cum for me, kitten. Hearing this must have triggered something, because she did. She became wetter with every orgasm. I really missed our sex, I think to myself. I look at her and she seems to agree. She asks me if I have cum yet. I move my head in a no motion. She wraps her legs and arms around me, then pulls to roll us, so she is on top of me. 

She looks down at me as she sits upright and begins to ride. I take both of her hard nipples in my mouth. She only gets more turned on. She rides me in a different way than I remember. Moving her hips a circle motion, I can feel more of my cock being exposed to the air. She moves faster and faster. I think I am going to slip out, but I don't. She slows down and starts to rise up and slam down on me. She grabs my hands over my head and pins me down. She keeps slamming up and down. I raise my hips to meet hers and she closes her eyes with pleasure. He pussy starts to grip my rock hard cock. She bends down to my ear and whispers,

"Baby, cum for me. Make your kitten purr."

Hearing her say this makes me raise my hips faster and harder to meet hers. She looks for a second like she can't keep up, but then tightens her grip on my hands. Entwining them, locking them together. 

"Chris, oh, baby. I love you."

"I love you so much, Beth. I am going to cummmmmmmmmm...."

I finally feel release just ask she reaches the top of her orgasm. I feel myself throb with in her, many times. We come together, I open my eyes and notice she is looking right into them, her face inches from mine. We both are breathing very heavy. She opens her mouth and places it on mine, and we begin to kiss. She moves off me and looks at the time. She collapses in a heap next to me, as she cuddles against me. I haven't moved, because I haven't recovered from the absolute best sex I have ever had in my life. She reaches over and hands me a smoke. She puts the ashtray on my chest and takes one of her's in her hand. She lights up, puts one of my smokes in my mouth, and lights it for me. She runs her hand through my hair. I notice her legs are shaking, and shaking bad. She is having a time trying to get them to stop. She looks at me and kisses my forehead.

"Spend the night, Baby."

"I will, Kitten."

After we are done we cuddle against each other and fall asleep in each other's arms.

Her alarm goes off, we wake still holding each other, like it was always supposed to be this way.

She gets up and gets around. I watch her as she lays out her clothes. She sees me watching and crawls back into bed next to me. She kisses me with the fire and the passion that was always there, like it never went away. She starts to play with my cock, and asks,

"Time for morning sex?"

"Sure, Kitten."

We start and finish together, another surprise for both of us and with time to spare! I start to get out of bed she looks at me and leaves the room. She comes back and hands me a key. She kisses me again. And tells me,

"This is yours, leave when you want Chris. I don't want to be a reason you lost a night of sleep."

I take the key and tell her,

"Are you sure about this? I have to be to work at 11 at the porn store. I have time."

I look at the key.

She looks at me and tells me,

"No, I am not sure, but it feels right for you to have it. You are welcome here whenever you want."

"I love you more than anything, and you always been in my thoughts, but I am scared of what could happen."

"I'm not, not anymore. I missed you."

"Then I will stay."

That's it. I stayed.

That was a month ago.

She and I haven't become official yet. She and I have an understanding. It's unspoken. I did ask her to marry me. She said yes...but she reminds me I am NOT her boyfriend. Ha-ha. 



After Two Years



The Beginning

Author's note

Hi this is my first story any feedback would be much appreciated and please give me a little bit of slack since this is my first story but hopefully a good story

As I looked at myself in the mirror after the long day I had. I admired my body my girlfriend said I was hot and I must admit when I look at myself I see why. With my washboard abs and my chiselled chest and strong arms. Yet I wasn't huge like the other guys in my team yet I had good skills. I quickly put on some jeans and a collared shirt. I stayed at boarding school and had a long day playing rugby against our rival school. I had played my 20th match for the first team as a fly half and was really tired but I knew if I just got myself ready tonight would be an awesome night. For tonight my girlfriend would be turning 18 and me and her had made a vow that we wouldn't have sex till be both turned 18 and she turned 18 tonight and I had turned 18 two weeks ago. We were meeting at Frankie's house party and we were going to party there for a bit. Jason knocked on my cube's door and shouted to me that his dad was waiting at the front of the boarding house to take us to the party (school does not allow us to have cars at the school).

LATER THAT NIGHT AT FRANKIE'S PARTY

As I walked into the party I was greeted by a most of the guys their but I wasn't really interested about them. My eyes were scanning the crowd for my girlfriend. I had not seen her since my birthday party. Suddenly there she was standing there talking to her best friend Lindy. She was drop dead gorgeous. With her long brown hair with blonde streaks. Her c-cup breasts. Her lovely shape of her body that all my friends wished their girlfriends had. She was dressed just in some jeans and a tank top but she still looked really good. I think if we had lived in America or something we would be prom king and queen but we don't have that here. I walked up to her and gave her a kiss on the lips and wished her happy birthday and that her birthday present was waiting at my house and that my parents were out of some business trip. We both got had a few drinks but we weren't really into the party because we were waiting for tonight. At half past 11 Jason told me he could give me a lift home and i said cool and me and Amy went with him.

LATER THAT NIGHT AT MY PARENTS HOUSE

As I let Amy and me into the house we both could feel the nervousness of each other. We had been waiting 2 years for this and here it was. I lead her to my bedroom. She said she just wanted to go to the bathroom and told me to get ready. I stripped down to my boxers and lied down on the bed. I waited a few minutes and wondered what Amy was doing and then she came out of my bathroom and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. She was clad in a black bra and panties that she must have bought at a lingerie shop some time. It looked stunning on her tight bottom and suntanned body. Her c-cups looked ready to burst and I couldn't wait to see them and feel them up. To be honest I felt a bit of a cheap skate just wearing my normal boxers.

She walks over to me and lies on top of me. We start to kiss and she is grinding like mad up against me. My cock is straining up against her and we stop kissing for moment as she starts to playfully nip my neck and kiss my chest. I lift her head up and look into her dazzling blue eyes and she knows its time. She rolls over onto the other side of the bed. I lean over her and start to slip off her panties while she undoes her bra. It was my first time to see a woman's pussy. My eyes were glued there then I suddenly remember what I was doing and slipped her panties off. I quickly slipped my boxers off. Amy was staring at my hard cock and she said she never knew if she could fit it all in. I told her that I would take it slowly. I looked down at it and realised that my cock was quite big. It was around 7 inches. I kneeled over her and slowly I guided my cock down to her pussy with my hand and let the head go into her. It was the best thing I have ever felt. She told me to go slowly but I told her that I had read that if I do a quick thrust the pain will go away slowly. She looked into my green eyes and finally said I trust you to do what you think is right.

With my cock's head in her pussy I leant down on top of her. Her tits felt soft and warm up against my chest. I started to kiss her passionately. When we were deep in kiss and she never expected it. I clenched my ass and drove down into her. She cried out and she started to tear in the eyes. I felt so bad and was about to pull out and see if I could help her when she grabbed my ass and told me to carry and on that it wasn't hurting. I started to rock and back and forth on her. We started to kiss again and I was taking long hard thrusts down into her. One of my hands was giving me support and the other was gently playing with her tits. As I felt my balls getting tighter she suddenly cried out and her whole body shook and I knew I had brought her to climax. I stopped thrusting and waited for her to calm down and started again. I knew I was close and suddenly I hit the roof and started to shoot my load into her. I just kept on cumming in her and we held each other. This sent her into another orgasm and it was just too much for her and she passed out in my arms. I roll off her and fell asleep wondering what we would get up to tomorrow until I had to go back to the school.

TO BE CONTINUED...