3 comments/ 15783 views/ 5 favorites Man and Woman By: hoo_hoo_boo I was in the garden grafting the roses. I always do more than I need so I have plenty to give away. It's thoughtful to give away a rose bush for Valentine's Day and not just a miserable flower. It's how I've always done it but I'm wondering. How many rose bushes, all the same, can one have? There was a little discomfort, nothing really, I'm always nursing a football injury and I thought it was something related to that. My hand stole down to make the adjustment. For some reason my fingers lingered and there was some thing, some thing I couldn't quite put my finger on. I looked around to confirm I was alone. Reassured, I carefully checked. My attention to the roses quickly became unimportant. I was concerned and small whips of worry began to hit me. I went inside and called Alison. She responded after a while, she was having a break from study, in front of the TV watching a soap. I explained my problem. "You'd better make an appointment then," she said, as she sipped her coffee and momentarily looked at me. I was a little surprised by her lack of concern and her not wanting to look. I went to the land line. The receptionist said the doctor was booked up for the next 3 days. I almost breathed a sigh of relief. She asked if that was okay. I said I didn't really know but I thought so. The appointment was made for Thursday at 4.15 PM. Alison called to ask when the appointment was. She said it wasn't good enough. She picked up her cell phone and snarled at the receptionist. I barely had time to shower. I was in the car and driving before I could think. At the surgery I was quickly in the doctor's room. He was the study of tranquility as he asked how he could help. I was soon on his examination table, minus my pants and he had his gloved hands at the problem. I was surprised when he started feeling in my groin. He wasn't just interested in the testicle. "Mmmm." I felt like asking if that was his diagnosis but kept quiet. "You can get dressed ," he said, as he ripped off the gloves and went to the desk. While I sat beside the desk he made a phone call. "Yes," I heard him say, "A testicular ultrasound." There was a pause. "Can you do it now? Good. Okay. Thank you." A shiver went up my spine. I kind of realized I'd hit the big time. It's strange how quickly I dispensed with the big worry and inserted another more manageable. I worried what would happen on Valentine's Day. What was strange was we hadn't really celebrated Valentine's Day for ages. There was no reason to think it would be any different. I soon had an appointment and was driving to the Radiology rooms. It was an experience having the ultrasound. With me on my back, on a hard plinth, a small, cold, hand held device was pushed into my scrotum to trap each testicle, while every so often a picture was taken. Pictures of my groin were taken too. The radiographer said nothing more than being polite. Back at the General Practitioners, he opened the envelope and took out the film. He looked at it for a while, his chin in his hand as he did. Then he found the report. I didn't realize the report was in there and would have read it if I'd known. He quickly wrote a letter and put it in an envelope. I read it later and it referred to the testicular lump. In the waiting room the receptionist made an appointment for me to see the urologist next day. He suggested I not drive to the appointment. The receptionist used the word "urgent" when making the appointment. Another shiver scraped its way up my spine. That night I didn't sleep. Alison snored gently beside me as I thought, wondered and worried. It was so real and frightening. Next day, I said goodbye to Alison as she went to her college tutorial. An hour later I called a taxi and went to the urologist. The waiting room was packed and I waited my turn. I was last on the list it seemed. Eventually I was called and looked at him behind a palatial desk. He stood and shook my hand. Then we sat and he looked at what I guessed was my ultrasound film. I was quickly minus my pants and on his examination table. He had his hands around my testicles as he investigated. When done he told me the lump was strongly suggestive of carcinoma and he wanted to biopsy it. I felt some what vulnerable as he spoke with me, undressed and exposed on his table. Some how I wasn't taking it all in. I had a decision to make and I simply acquiesced. I had no idea of what options I had. Underneath though, I knew I had none. My head was playing tricks. It selected the things it wanted to hear and amplified them. Other things were drowned before they got to me. Stupidly, I kept thinking about Valentine's Day. The receptionist came in with a cloth covered tray and he immediately started. He pushed a thick needle into my testicle and aspirated a specimen. It hurt. I gripped the receptionist's proffered hand and squeezed. When done, he told me the results would probably be positive for carcinoma. As he was operating at The Royal in three hours time, I should present myself there and wait. They would be able to admit me in time for the surgery and by then the biopsy results should be available. He told me of my planned orchidectomy and explained that the removal of the testicle was the only treatment. It has a very high success rate and the sooner it's done the better. I felt numb with being told and didn't hear everything. It was moving so fast. I tried to ring Alison but her phone was turned off and I left a message. I tried lots of times but she didn't ring back. I just wanted to talk to her. I felt so miserable and desperately wanted someone's company. The only company available was the doctor's. I was still hoping the biopsy results would show it was something other than cancer. I took a taxi to The Royal and there I was admitted. The surgery was going to be quick- if it was needed. I'd be home in my own bed with Alison tonight. I wasn't sure that was a good thing, but it had to be better than losing testicles. The Urologist came and saw me. The results confirmed testicular cancer. He left me saying, "See you soon." Everything was a blur after that. Small grabs of discordant memory remain. I was shaved. The nurse kept referring to the brave soldier, who, embarrassingly, kept raising his head. She held it, moved it around and gave it surreptitious strokes. Her uniform was buttoned down the center and gaped between the buttons. I could see the rounded flesh of her breast where it swelled around her bra as she bent to her task. My soldier throbbed as she held it and carefully shaved. She checked the quality of the shave with her fingers and ran them around my testicles to hunt them in their sack. Her mouth was open, she frequently licked her lips and I could feel her eyes watching as she slowly wielded the razor. With the shaving done she dunked a flannel in the bowl and carefully washed off the residual shaving cream. She stroked my soldier to wash him. With a towel she dried and again stroked, many times to ensure I was dry. She gave a final check, ran her fingers over the area and with a stroke I suddenly started to cum. She was quick and held a specimen jar to catch it. I watched as she stroked a few more times to catch the last, with a broad, satisfied smile. Strangely, with the anticipated trauma, every thing else was acceptable. The anaesthetist checked me over. A clock ticked, loud and remorseless. My skin felt cold and clammy with sweat. The weird gown I was given with no underwear kept gaping as though to give everyone last looks. I kept raising my knees, forgetting how short the hospital gown was. I put messages on Alison's phone, I don't know how many but there must have been a lot, more than I remember. The loneliness of the wait. The crippling fear as I tried to read- to justify my reaction of hiding my head in a book. The shivers. There was more, and there were words, they spring at me, but I'm too embarrassed to admit them to myself. Eventually I climbed onto a barouche and, fast, I was on my way. The jocularity of those accompanying me was disturbing. The guy pushing the barouche was singing, just for me. "Hitler only had one ball, And Goebbels had no balls at all." *************************************************************************** After the surgery I called Alison. Thankfully she answered. She agreed to pick me up. I had a look at what had been done and saw the parking space, now vacant, and a line of black sutures that closed the wound tight. I didn't think about it then. I simply felt numb as I climbed into my clothes and waited. Alison was late but I was so pleased to see her. I leaned forward to give her a kiss and somehow she moved and I missed. In the car, as she drove, it was silent. A presage of the coming weeks when she spoke to me only when needed and then, only in monosyllables. I thought she was having trouble with her studies and tried to talk about it. She wasn't receptive. I had to go back to the urologist after two weeks. Alison had an important lecture and I drove myself. He was pleased with what he saw. The sutures were dissolvable and most had been absorbed. He sat at the desk and told me in a short time the one testicle would take over the functions of two. He also said, if I wished, I could resume sexual relations. I wanted to, but had strange forebodings. Chemotherapy was difficult. In spite of the antiemetics I vomited endlessly. With a bucket beside me I sat and watched soaps. There was nothing else I could do. I initially thought Alison would be good company but the demands of her studies meant she was rarely there. When she was she went to bed telling me the study was exhausting. Christmas was terrible. I was the only one at the table with a bucket. While we were at my sister's Alison accepted all the solicitations and sympathy. No one wanted to be near me. I knew things would get better and was hanging a lot on Valentine's Day. I decided to depart from tradition and ordered a big bunch of red roses. With it I had a note. "For my beautiful wife, Alison. I am so lucky and treasure our time together. Thank you for being my wife, With all my love, Jim." I knew it was important to do it early. I thought the price exorbitant but was pleased to pay it. I told the urologist it had all been a big surprise. He told me the faster the surgery was done the better and it was unlikely I'd have any more problems. I was told I should check my remaining testicle for lumps at least every month. He asked if I would like counseling. I said I didn't think so. At home, when the chemo had been completed, I started to feel better. I wondered about trying my modified apparatus. When I told Alison she turned away and went to the sun room to do more study. That night, in bed, I touched her and she moved away. She avoided me for another week before I asked what was going on. She got out of her seat and walked to the door. There she turned and said with a loud, angry voice, "I married a man, not half a man!" That night I slept on the lounge chair. She didn't want me with her. In the morning she went to college very early. It was Valentine's Day. I'd been planning to take Alison to a restaurant, but at the last moment, knowing all wasn't well with our marriage, I had a feeling it would only make things worse. I suddenly realized many of the lectures and tutorials she had been attending hadn't happened. She was avoiding me. I also finally understood there was some one else. I don't know why but I knew. With some reflective thought , in my mind, it was confirmed. She had become increasingly secretive, particularly in the bedroom. A few days before I'd been looking at the clothes line and noticed the long line of panties hanging on it. Every thing suddenly made sense. including her unexplained need for a lot more money. The roses arrived at mid morning. I had no idea what to do with them. I was embarrassed. I put them in the kitchen sink. At about mid day, a pantechnicon pulled into the drive. Armed with a list, signed at the bottom by Alison, two large men got out and menaced me at the door. They pushed their way into the house and proceeded to get everything mentioned on the comprehensive list. There was no mention that most of the things she was taking were mine. When they promised they'd take only what was on the list and would lock up after, I went to the pub. I rarely drink alcohol but was determined to drink plenty. Perhaps it would be happier than home. At the pub I ordered my poison and took it to a table in a darker corner of the bar. I think I was their only customer. I quickly returned for another and changed my seat to a stool where I could lean on a counter and look out through a window. It was near the route to the toilets. I knew if I didn't have something to do I'd probably burst into tears. Watching the passage of people outside the tinted window was just enough. The world had been going so fast and I was pleased to be able to do something that wasn't too complex or fast. "Hello," The voice behind me was tentative and quiet. "You look lonely and it's Valentine's Day. I'm alone too and I want company. May I join you?" I turned in my seat to look. A woman stood there, a cocktail in hand and she looked back at me. Her eyes were a piercing blue, framed by blonde hair that curled loosely. She seemed a little older than me. "Mind if I join you?" she asked. I leaned over and pulled out the chair next to me for her. I didn't bother to stand and immediately regretted my decision. Some how, I didn't have the energy. "Carol," she said, as she held out her hand for me to take. I held her hand for a moment and responded with, "Jim". She sat beside me. I could feel her energy. "Tough day?" she asked. Suddenly we were talking, sharing the tough day, tough week, tough month. For both of us, it seemed to have been tough for ever. She was attractive and I watched her drop her high heeled shoes to the floor as she rested her feet on the rung of the stool. I told her of Alison, how she was leaving me and the precipitating events. Carol listened intently and as she did she told me of her experience, which began with the diagnosis of breast cancer about three months ago. She too had problems at home and her husband had left two weeks ago, apparently jealous of the attention her mastectomy wound was getting. We shared the experience of feeling like freaks and the rejection by our partners. We both wanted to get back into the saddle and feel whole as sexual beings. I got up to get more drinks. She chose an orange juice and I chose the same. We agreed that alcohol wouldn't help. The bar staff were busy with housekeeping around the bar. They were taking advantage of the interlude before patrons started to arrive for Valentine's Day. I went back to her with my hands laden. She took the drinks and change and put them on the counter. Her eyes never left me as she held out her arms. "Hug me," she said, "it's Valentine's Day." I moved in front of her. She spread her knees and pulled me into her. We kissed, a short kiss on the lips. I didn't want this moment to end and wanted her so desperately. For the first time in ages some one was interested in me. I felt something was happening that was meant to be. I stepped back, worried my enthusiasm was excessive. My soldier was sufficiently erect that it was almost a show, its shape was clearly visible as it stretched up my belly and twitched under my pants. Her eyes were on my soldier, then they looked at me, they drew me to her as I stepped up again and this time, with open mouths, we kissed, a long, deep, breathless kiss. I felt myself touching her and wondered which breast was real. I could feel the fabric of her skirt move up her thighs and her bum moved closer to me on the stool. I had my arms around her and pulled her to me. Neither of us said anything. We squeezed each other, her breasts were crushed against me and through the fabrics, I could feel my upstanding soldier touch the softness between her thighs. She pushed me away, looked around the room and got down from the stool. "Excuse me," she said and quickly made for the toilet. I sat and waited as I studied her shoes. She returned, sat on her stool and held out her arms. Between her legs, I was soon against her and with arms around each other we eliminated the space between us. We kissed. Against my chest I could feel her breasts, I didn't care which was real. Her hand moved down between us, I felt her fingers slide down my zip and hunt inside. Quickly, she found my soldier and it responded well to its exposure. Under our kiss she pulled me forward and guided me into her soft, wet, warmth. "Mmm, Don't move," she whispered. "I need you." We stayed there for some time, still, with our hearts beating, our chests heaving and murmurs that weren't words but said everything. We rocked slowly against each other, both aware of where we were and unable to stop, our bodies welded into one, so blissfully complete. We held each other and kissed. "Excuse me." A voice. Not far away. "Excuse me." The voice again. We looked. He was very proper. "I have to ask you to leave," he said, his face betrayed some humor but with it an attitude of no compromise. As we slowly separated Carol pulled her skirt into place. I moved away while awkwardly stuffing my hard and uncooperative penis into my pants. Outside we looked at each other and laughed. It was all we could do for a while. We were soon at my place. My soldier was out again by the time we arrived, still damp from the immersion it had received in the pub. It twitched in her hand as she held and gently stroked it. I'd forgotten about the removalists and Carol wanted to know what was going on. I told her and she took charge. She took a pen from her hand bag and wrote down the van's registration number. Then she went round to the front of the van and copied down the details of the registration disc. She asked me to lift the hood and get the leads from the spark plugs. I was quick, it was all so simple. Soon they were coming out of the house carrying my computer. She strode up to them and demanded they put it down. They told her to piss off. She held up the phone, took photos and threatened them with the police. One moved towards her and I stood in his way. He was going to hit me when she held the phone up again. "We can do this sensibly or I'll get the police," she told them . "Give me the list." There was an impasse. She started a countdown and on zero started to dial. With that one of them got the list from his pocket and gave it to her. The other rang Alison. We negotiated. Together, we went through the list as we looked inside the van and the house. We worked out what would be her half as fairly as we could. The removalists seemed relieved it was done. They smiled when Carol made sure the bed from the guest room remained but gave Alison the matrimonial bed and all the linen, apart from a brand new set of sheets. They were a long time returning things to the house. We went for a walk to the bank and closed the joint account as they worked. Carol rang her work to say she wouldn't be in for the rest of today and tomorrow. We sat on a swing in the playground nearby, where we kissed and held each other while we waited. I watched as she took something from her handbag and stuffed it into my pocket. I took it out and saw it was her panties. She giggled, lifted her skirt and spread her legs to show me. With her hands she smoothed her hair away and pulled her sex open for me to see. I lowered my hand and slid a finger into her sex. She whispered we'd soon test our machinery. I said we could compare scars. We hugged each other. I had a feeling it was only a small part of what we would soon think of as "us". Man and Woman When we returned to the house they were waiting. The hood of the truck was up. They wanted their spark plug leads. With the list in our hands we went inside and walked through the rooms. Everything seemed in order and with the leads in place they left. We laughed. We kissed. I lifted her and with her legs around me I carried her to the guest bedroom. She was beautiful as I placed her on the bed. The sun streamed through the window to highlight the halo of curly blonde hair around her face. Her skirt had ridden up and I could see the glint of sunlight playing with the thicket of hair on her mons. We looked at each other and shared a moment of smiles before we kissed. "That's not the only place I want to be kissed," she whispered. We lay on the bed for a while, fingers gently exploring each other's faces, tracing lines that crinkled with our smiles. She was beautiful as the sun streamed in to add warmth and highlight our bodies. Hands began to wander. We tousled each others hair, traced down each other's necks and giggled. "Which one do you think is missing?" She rolled onto her back. I looked, and tried to find some indication. She watched me carefully. I tried to touch but she caught my hand. "No touching!" and then with a smile she said, "yet", and waited. I tried to find a clue but had to beg I wasn't an expert and needed training. Eventually I picked the right breast as the one missing. She laughed, slowly sat up and began to unbutton her shirt. I leaned forward and kissed her. "The moment of truth," she said and her eyes lingered on me, wondering what I was thinking. Slowly she pulled the halves of the shirt apart. On one side there was a breast of generous proportions, its flesh testing her bra while on the other side there was a flesh colored bag that filled out her bra seamlessly. "You were wrong!" she shouted at me, "You were so wrong!" and she laughed before she bent towards me and said, "Thank you. Thank you so much!" She reached behind and undid the bra. It slumped as her breast and the bag fell and slowly she took it off. I looked at the scar. It was linear, neat and diagonal across the left side of her chest. I leaned forward and kissed it, from one end to the other. I traced it with my finger, feeling the hardness of the scar tissue compared with the surrounding skin. I kissed it again. "Your courage is worth more than a breast. You're so very human, that's wonderful and you're beautiful," I said to her. She reached to me and we hugged. I took her breast in my hand and lifted it. I looked at her dark areola. Her nipple large in the middle. I touched her nipple, it was resilient as I pushed it with my finger. I brought my lips to it. "You're beautiful." I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked. She ran her fingers through my hair. Her other hand cupped the side of my face. I sat back and looked at her. Tears flooded her eyes. She reached to me and tugged at my shirt. "You're too much," she said and smiled as she ran a tissue over her eyes. "I bet you say that to all the girls." "Of course," I replied. We both laughed and I shucked my shirt off. Suddenly she launched herself at me and kissed both my nipples as her hands undid my belt, the button and slid down my zip. "Lift up!" she said. I lifted, she pulled my jeans off and quickly followed with my jocks. She cupped my sex, with her hand as she kissed down my cock and slowly revealed it. She was gentle as she lifted my scrotum. The hair was growing back after having been shaved for surgery and the alopecia of chemo. My testicle nestled in her hand as she felt it, like she was feeling fruit, evaluating for ripeness. "You know, I was expecting one side to be full and smooth and the other wizened with emptiness and wrinkles." She ran her fingers up my scrotum, and felt the coarseness of the hair. "Its not though. You look good." she picked up my penis and gave it a few strokes. Both sides seem the same. "If you hadn't told me I wouldn't know one is missing. She stretched the scrotum out to look for the scar. The line wasn't straight but it was tidy and she said if she didn't know she wouldn't see it. She bent down and took my testicle into her mouth. She pushed it around with her tongue. The warmth felt beautiful. When she released it I had a strange feeling of weightlessness. She kept repeating the move and the feeling was surreal. She lifted her head. "You need a shave," she said. "Can I do it?' She looked at me, a smile on her face as she waited. "And I want to watch you cum. For Valentine's Day." She was sitting in front of me, her knees up and her pussy on display. She saw where I was looking and was about to say something when I leaned forward, and pulled her skirt over her hips, down her legs and off as she lifted to help. I was about to ravish her pussy when we stopped to listen. We could hear noises in the house. Carol was listening too. There was the loud sound of things falling. I got out of bed to investigate. Carol picked up her mobile phone. Naked, I crept along the passageway and in the bathroom I found Alison with a bag, scooping things into it. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Ah, the one balled man," she said, with heavy sarcasm. "I'm getting my stuff. What do you think I'm doing?" "You can leave." I said. "When I have my stuff," she said. "No. Now. Right now!" I told her. She scooped more things into the bag. "You're not taking anything," I told her. "Yes I am." She looked defiant. I snatched the bag from her and tipped it upside down. Her makeup fell out, along with other things she'd managed to find in other rooms. "You didn't bother to knock." "Why should I," she shouted at me, "it's my house too." She raised her hand, ready to slap me. Light filled the room. Alison turned and saw Carol, naked with her phone in hand. "What have we here, a one tit wonder?" Alison was shouting. "A one ball boy and a one tit girl?" Carol took more photos. Alison put her hands under her breasts and lifted them. "Two! You see them?" she asked. "Two! Not one." She lifted her shirt to show us her breasts in her bra. "Shut up!" I shouted back. She pulled her bra up and her tits bounced into full view. "Yes, take pictures of them! Alison shouted, "Eat your hearts out!" She turned, picked up a jar and threw it at a mirror set into a cupboard door. There was a loud crash of glass as it shattered and fell to the floor. I'd made the cupboards and was proud of them. She picked up a bottle and drew it back ready to smash another mirrored door. I'd had enough. I grabbed Alison by her arm and spun her round. I took hold of the back of her pants with one hand and the back of her shirt with the other and started to give her the bum's rush. She stumbled but I held her up and pushed. "Leave me alone!" she shouted. Quickly, she was out of the bathroom and I had her running . "You bastard!" She was shouting. I had to slow down to turn a corner. She turned and tried to punch me. Carol continued to take pictures. "You one balled bastard!" I stopped. I looked at her. I couldn't believe she was my wife. With both hands I grabbed her shirt and lifted. Buttons flew, the shirt tore with a big ripping sound and her shirt was off. I dropped it on the floor and ripped her bra off to join it. Alison's hands went to her breasts in an effort to hide them Quickly, I had my thumbs inside the waist of her pants and stripped them down to her ankles. She overbalanced and fell to the floor where I finished the job, taking off her shoes as I removed her pants. She tried to kick me but I held her feet. Panties and pantyhose were all that clothed her. I was surprised by what I'd done. Her hands went to them, hoping to stop their removal. Her breasts, unprotected, rippled with her movement. She was shouting at me, telling me I was a bastard and to leave her alone. She called me a one balled bastard again and that resolved the issue. I ripped both her panties and pantyhose off. She was screaming and tried to cover her pussy with her hands as Carol continued the photography. Alison's hands weren't up to the job. With the two she continually pulled her pussy apart to show the intimate pink detail as she tried to kick me. I watched as the pictures were taken and had no sympathy for her. In the last minute I'd seen more of Alison than I'd seen since our marriage. I reflected on the time before we married when her breasts and pussy were readily accessible. She was no prude then. I pulled Alison to her feet, shoved and she was moving. I pushed her to the front door and opened it. She wanted to stay inside but I shoved her outside, slammed the door shut and locked it. Alison hammered at the door, shouted and cursed. I shouted back that if she was so bloody perfect she would have no problem. Being so perfect she could flaunt it! Carol and I went back to bed and left her to shout. We reassured and held each other. After a while I had a thought. I found Alison's pants and inside the pocket her car keys. I felt a little sorry for her, in spite of the invective she was hurling at us. I also found a towel. Carol went to the kitchen and grabbed the roses from the sink. As I quickly opened the front door, Carol threw the keys, roses and towel out to her. I slammed the door shut and locked it. We watched with some relief as Alison picked up the keys and wrapped the towel around her. She got in to her car and quickly left. The roses remained on the verandah, unwanted and unappreciated. We went to the computer and plugged it in. Carol put the card in and we looked at the pictures of Alison. Carol stood behind me, a hand on each of my shoulders and her breast rested on my right shoulder. I was surprised there was audio. We listened to it all. It was enough evidence to show that I had justifiable cause we thought. We copied it onto my computer. Towards the end there were pictures of Alison with her legs flailing as I ripped off her panties and pantyhose. Carol had zoomed in and taken pictures of Alison's pussy. The detail was exquisite. Carol giggled with the naughtiness of it, took copies and we stuck them to the back of the toilet door. I told Carol of how, after we married, Alison had always hidden her pussy from me. Even in the good times she insisted the lights were off if she was naked. Carol thought it was very funny. "I want to explore the big, bang theory with you. We'll be the lights of the universe." She said and giggled as I took her face in my hands and kissed her, while her hand went to my very stiff soldier. Slowly she started to pull me in the direction of the bedroom. I stooped, picked her up and with her arms and legs around me I carried her. We kissed as I tickled her wet pussy with my finger. "As I remember, before we were so rudely interrupted, wasn't I going to kiss you some where else?" "There's not much better, than a man getting his face wet between my thighs." she whispered in my ear and gently bit my earlobe. I could feel her breath hot on my ear and squeezed her to me. I carefully placed her on the bed. Her knees were up and she spread them. I sank to my knees beside the bed and breathed in her scent. I kissed her and pushed my tongue in to split her pussy. She sighed. She was very wet, she reached for me and ran her fingers through my hair. She moaned and as her fingers wound themselves in my hair I teased her little bean. I ran my fingers, with feather touch, along her thighs. She shuddered as she sighed and when two fingers thrust deep she screamed. Her orgasm was beautiful. I touched her clitoris with my finger. She put her hand down, pushed my finger away and held her sex while she recovered. She giggled. "You wait," she said and with both hands pulled her sex open for me to see. It was wet with a trickle of her juices adding to the wet circle on the bed. I climbed onto the bed and kissed her forehead. "You know, I'm undecided," she said, her voice low. "About what?" I asked, with a sudden concern as to what her options might be. "I want to be fucked. I also want to watch you cum. And I want to give you a blow job." I was so relieved I was to be included in her plans. "Right now though, I'd really love a coffee. I plan to do you slowly." We kissed. She continued to massage my cock, slowly, as though testing the strength of my erection while I played with her breast and kept her nipple engorged. We didn't progress to coffee for a while. Instead, I turned and as she continued to examine my cock I attacked her pussy with my fingers and quickly buckled her body with another orgasm. We went to the kitchen for a coffee. The fridge, kettle, cups and microwave had gone. There was no milk so we boiled water in a saucepan and had our coffee black from that. We went out to the back verandah and sat at the outdoor setting. A gentle breeze cooled as it ruffled our hair and explored our nakedness. It was beautiful and we surveyed the fences for neighborly eyes peeping over the top of them. When we'd finished our coffees she started to hit the table with her hand. "Come and sit here, Jim," she said. She had a smile and twinkling eyes. I sat in front of her, between her legs. She pushed me back so I supported my self with my elbows and began to lavish my cock and testicle with her attention. She quickly had me erect and throbbing. With the slow, deliberate strokes of both hands she watched as she gathered control. The head of my soldier was dark, almost purple and its shaft was hard with veins well delineated in its tumescence. She could have had it disgorging rapidly but continued to build its strength. She fondled my testicle and teased. She was beautiful as she blew on my cock, her breath warm and moist. Her fingers traced around the head and felt its suppleness. "Hmmm," she said as she slid my skin slowly up and down. It was then I realized I was moaning. She looked at me, her eyes bright and her grin contagious. She extended her finger and found a collection of clear fluid that she touched. She withdrew her finger and watched as the fluid formed a long, wet string that thinned, as it stretched, until it broke. She leaned forward, licked the head of my cock and ran her tongue around her lips in exaggerated appreciation. "Now, let's see your stuff," she said with a mischievous tone to her voice. I giggled, relieved that something would be done to alleviate the tightness that was becoming painful. My soldier continued to be upstanding and while not yet committed was certainly plain with its intentions as it throbbed its largesse. Quickly she changed gears, her hands firm with their grip and her up and down action faster. She pumped with a certainty that she would milk it. She licked her top lip. I saw the ripple of her breast as her hands moved. I wanted to kiss Carol, to hold and caress her. I felt the stirrings deep inside. My cock throbbed. I could feel the imminence. Suddenly a big string of cum flew out and hit my chest. As I moaned she shouted her success and wrenched my cock forward. I quickly sat upright to alleviate the pain as more cum flew and tangled in her hair and on her face. With the next shot I was sitting upright and it landed on her breast and the scar. Another shot added to the one on her breast. "See, it still works!" I loved her enthusiasm. Her mouth went over my cock and she proceeded to suck me dry. She was beautiful as her cheeks hollowed and her hand gently squeezed my testicle. My soldier, finished with impressing her, started to shrink from service. Carol released him and rose from her seat to kiss me. We kissed and the cum on her cheek was cool against me. After our kiss she rubbed the cum into her skin and hair. It left her skin with a delightful shine. I slowly climbed off the table and sat next to Carol. "Another coffee?" she asked. With a nod she went and got it while I recovered. We shared the saucepan again. She told me she was in love. I was worried until she said she loved my cock. Then she added, "the person it's attached to is pretty good too." We laughed and I kissed her. I encouraged her to sit where I'd just been. She refused. She stood and walked to the edge of the verandah. "You want it? You'll have to catch it!" She poked out her tongue and rocked her pelvis towards me. I stood from the seat and she laughed as she started to run. I watched her bum as she moved. I chased her. She ran to the apple tree and, on the other side, she laughed and pulled the lips of her pussy apart to show me. "You haven't fucked me yet," she taunted. We ran round the apple tree a few times. I thought of how funny it would look if some one had seen us Her breast danced with every step. I stopped and she opened her pussy to show me again. "Catch it and it's yours! For Valentine's Day!" she giggled. I stooped and ran under the apple tree. She ran to the apricot tree. Round we went and I crawled under it. She raced away. Between the shed and fence she was trapped. She laughed and pointed at my soldier as it stood and bobbled around. I ran and caught her. We were quickly on the lawn. Her legs were apart and I covered her. "I want you. Always," I told her, as I moved and with a thrust was inside her. She giggled as she kissed me. She sighed as we started to fuck. Her hips rose to meet mine. Her hand went down to feel my cock as it went in and out. She wrapped her hand around my testicle. I kissed her. We fucked, fast and furious. Carol was so beautiful as she yelped with each thrust. Her breast heaved as she watched me. We didn't last long. She screamed, her body shivered with its orgasm and she started to bounce around. I held her as my cock disgorged. Too soon it was over. But it was only the beginning. I hugged her tight and smothered her with kisses. "I want you," she whispered. Man & Woman Meet & More I leave my Motel, have breakfast, and take a short walk. It's perhaps 8:30 or 9:00 am. It's going to get hot, is probably already well into the seventies. I've looked on a map and turn into what looks almost like park land. California Live Oaks, meadows of low grass, very pretty. I know it's of limited size but it seems endless at a glance. Then, coming towards me, I see the prettiest girl ever. Blond, blue eyes; wearing a white shift, or short muumuu, some shapeless garment. It's as if I'm in a movie and some goddess shows up. I'm 24 with a good job, a college degree, at least decent looking, in good shape. I've had more girls, actually women, than has probably been good for me. So even as I was thinking this one is the prettiest ever, I also am realizing that it's all in the eye of the beholder. Anyone would have to think she's attractive. It's my particular bent to blonds that makes her seem so perfect. But it was still me looking at her and I think she's terrific. She speaks first. "Hi," she says, smiling. I keep walking to her and answer, "Hi," and then after a pause I go on, probably sounding dumb, "You're very pretty." Her smile gets even bigger. "Thank you, so are you," she says and reaches toward me with one hand. "Elaine," she adds. I take her hand. "Robert," I reply. "Bob, Bobby." Holding my hand and still smiling really bright, she says, "Well, Robert Bob Bobby, do you live around here?" "No," I admit, feeling a little stupid, which is not my norm with women, "I'm just visiting." "I live just back there," she says, pointing with one hand. "Was living with my grandmother until she died a while ago. Can you swim?" "Uh, yeah," I manage to get out, left behind a little by the quick change in direction of the conversation. She starts walking again, holding my hand, leading me in the direction she wants. "I'm going to go swimming in the pond. My Gran and I swam there a lot." Just ahead is water. A big pond or small lake. Beautiful. Low hills around, grassy meadow, a few trees. At the edge of the pond, she lets go of my hand and reaches down to take hold of the hem of the shift she's wearing and starts lifting it. Very quickly, I realize she is completely naked. It's up over her head and onto the ground. Her body is as beautiful as her face. Full breasts, standing up and out, lovely hips and round butt, shapely legs. Her pubic hair is blond, too. Darker than the hair on her head but she's sure a blond. She dives into the pond and takes a couple strokes, out into deeper water I imagine. She rolls onto her back and calls to me. "C'mon in, it's great." A beautiful naked woman wants me to get naked with her. So I do, as quickly as I can, and dive in and swim towards her. Obviously, she's truly here for some exercise. She swims almost completely across and back again. She doesn't wait for me or tease me., she swims. Swims very well. Better than me, I realize. Back and forth several times. Then, as she nears shore where we went in, she walks up out of the water, onto a grassy area, and sits down, facing me. She leans back a little on her arms, spreads her legs some and then bends her knees up. The nipples on her lovely breasts are staring right at me. I can see a little pink in the middle of the dark blond pubic hair. "It's a lovely day," she says as I swim toward her, "The sun should dry us in just minutes." I walk up out of the water. She's staring at me, her eyes bright. I'm built fine so have no worries about my looks. My penis has undoubtedly shrank some in the water but looking at her has probably also started filling it out again. There's no doubt that her eyes are centered on my penis. "You're sure built different than my Gran or me," she says, still staring right at my cock. "Well, it's natural," I say. "I'm a man and you're a woman. There are differences." As I neared her, she bends her legs around and sits up on them, kneeling. "Can I touch you?" she asks, reaching to me with one hand. "Sure," I say, wondering a little about how quick this all is going. She gets her fingers onto my cock and moves them around a little. I step a little closer. She staring right at my cock from just a foot or so away. Having a beautiful, naked woman caressing your cock does things and I started getting more and more erect. "Wow," she says, wrapping her fingers around my cock and sliding them back and forth. She never looks up at me, just continues to stare at my cock as she almost masturbates me. Her face is just a couple inches from the head. What the heck, I decide. I mean, she asked if she could touch it. "You can taste it if you want," I say, looking down at her. She never looks up but leans forward very slightly and gets her tongue out and licks back and forth. I can see her saliva glinting on me. "It'll fit in your mouth if you want to suck on it," I sort of grunt out, getting very aroused. She gets her lips around it and about half of it in her mouth immediately, sucking and licking like mad. She has one hand holding my cock and the other sort of playing with my balls. She starts moving her head back and forth, moving her hand the same way. She's jerking me off while she sucks me and it's obvious she's done this before. It's also obvious that she wants to suck me, this isn't anything being done to satisfy me, she's satisfying herself. It takes a very short time and I start shooting into her mouth. She doesn't stop. She milks me for every drop she can get. She even licks my cock clean when she finally leans back a little. Then she looks up at me and grins. I drop to my knees and lean her back. Almost laying on her I kiss her, can taste myself on her lips. Quicker than I wanted to, I moved down to her breasts, feeling and sucking on them. Then, my hand moving ahead of my lips, I kiss down over her abdomen to get to her pussy. She spreads her legs and moves them up toward her shoulders, rotating her hips and bringing her pussy up to me. I kiss on each thigh for a second, getting a good look. Her pussy is as beautiful as the rest of her. I use both hands to push her hair aside. It's a little puffy, pink. I spread it open and get my tongue into her. I've eaten plenty of pussy and she's delicious. The best ever. I know what I'm doing so it doesn't take long and she's starting to jerk her hips and make noises and get juicier and juicier. Then she really cums. Lots of fluid. Lots of noise. Her hands are on my head. her thighs are closing tight on me. I keep licking and sucking, darn near biting her clit but just pulling on it with my lips. With some moans, her legs move away and she relaxes onto her back. Immediately, I slide up over her and aim myself, very erect again by now, into her. She reaches down and helps aim me in. I don't bang hard but in one continuous move I slide fully into her. She's plenty tight. Feels perfect. I start pumping in and out, slowly and then faster. Her legs are on either side, helping to push herself back at me as I push into her. We start really banging into one another. Her arms are up around me and then her legs come up onto my back and I can feel her shuddering as another orgasm hits, which triggers me and I unload into her. We stay like that, me in her, her wrapped up around me, for a moment. Smiling at me, she slowly moves her legs and arms down and away. "We can go back to my house and take a shower to wash off the pond water. And then maybe we can do all this again." She almost pushes me off her. She pulls her shift back down over herself and waits, impatiently, as I get my clothes back on, then takes my hand and leads me, at a fairly fast pace. I think she's anxious to fuck some more. It isn't far. It's a pretty big house. Someone has or used to have money in this family. Pulling me along we almost fly into a big reception area. A gray haired lady turns to see us. "Missus Bowser," Elaine says, "this is Robert. He'll be here for lunch." Without slowing any, she pulls me up stairs. "Since Gran died, Mrs. Bowser keeps the place running, cleaning and fixing food." Then we're in a bathroom and Elaine has her shift off and, naked, starts getting the shower running. It's a small, separate shower room. Only one shower head but plenty of room for the both of us. As soon as I get my things off, I join her. We wash each other. Soap and bare hands with lots of feeling. Her particularly of my penis, me of her breasts but also the rest of her great body. Then we're drying each other with big towels. She kneels to dry off my testicles and then, dropping the towel and staying on her knees, starts licking and sucking, almost swallowing my cock. "Do you want us to go somewhere more comfortable?" I ask. For some reason, I always feel it's demeaning to a girl to kneel down in front of me and suck my cock. "Don't you like this?" she asks, looking up at me and moving her lips off me for a second. "I love it. You're really good. You sure seem to love doing me. I just figured you'd be more comfortable on a bed or something." "Mmmf," is a sound from her since she has my cock in her mouth again. Then she lifts her mouth free for a moment, looking at my cock as if she's sorry to lose it, even for a second. "This is comfortable," she says. "A bed puts me in a weird position, leaning over you." Then she's back at it. I know that I'll last longer this time. I've already cum twice this morning. She knows it, too, from the way she's performing. She's really active, working on my balls, feeling back to my ass hole with one hand. The other hand is jerking me off, really energetically, on the first four inches or so while her mouth works on the head and couple inches. By pushing her hand back and forth and moving her mouth close behind, back and forth, she's really giving my cock a workout. She wants my cum. It's interesting. I've known sexy girls who would blow me but always as if they felt society required it or something. They weren't really into it. And they would never take my cum in their mouths. Some actually seemed to like it on their breasts. Others didn't want anything to do with it, would have a cloth or Kleenex around to catch it. But Elaine loves sucking cock. I've known others that did, too. But Elaine definitely likes it, wants it. Since I like eating pussy and some guys don't, I understand that there are different strokes for different folks. But I'm glad she likes to because I love what she's doing. It takes longer but I do finally cum. And she swallows it all, licks me clean. "My jaws were getting tired," she says, looking up at me and then standing. "You're pretty thick." I kiss her, we move into her bedroom and get on a bed. This time I take my time. I kiss her and then kiss and caress every bit of her body. Even rolling her at one point to get at her butt. She has a terrific butt. But eventually, back between her legs. I move her to the edge of the bed. I sit on the floor, get her hips almost hanging off the bed, her legs on my shoulders. This way I can spend a lot of time eating her. She wanted to make me cum. I want to taste her and enjoy her and make it last. I don't know how good Mrs. Bowser's hearing is but she has to hear the moans and real screams coming from Elaine as she goes up and down into levels of arousal. When she cums and I keep working on her, she lets me, never pulls away. I get her to three orgasms before freeing myself from her legs, moving her back onto the bed, and climbing atop her to get my cock into her. I last and last. We change position after each of her orgasms. She gets on top, then doggy style. We finally end sort of on our sides, her pretty much in charge, with my cock about as far into her as in any position. Once I've cum, she rolls onto me and we lay there, me softening inside her. "This is awfully good, Robert," she says very quietly. "As good as it gets," I murmur, agreeing. We slowly recoup some strength. "I've got a confession," Elaine says. "I wasn't completely truthful to you when we first me. I mean, my Gran did die and I do live here but I'm not as innocent as I tried to make you think back then. You probably don't remember me at all. You were two years ahead of me, going into high school. I had a huge crush on you but I was only in , what, seventh grade? Eighth? My Dad got transferred and we moved away. But when I saw you I knew immediately who you were and I just had to fuck you. Had to have you. I almost just said, 'Fuck me, Robert,' but figured that would let you know what a slut I was and would turn you off. So I tried acting sort of innocent and dumb. And it worked." "Well, Elaine Crowther," I answered, smiling at her, "I didn't know that you knew me. But I knew you. And I knew you weren't as innocent as you were acting. Two weeks ago I happened to be in Corvallis, Oregon on business. The guy I was working with took me to his old fraternity where everyone was celebrating the end of the school year and graduation. You were there. You were with some big guy with black hair cut really short." "Jack," she interjects. "You were the sexiest, most desirable girl I've ever seen. So I found out your name and asked a little about you. I guess you're quite the party girl. That's really why I'm here. I came here just to find you. I was on my way to where I knew you lived when we met. And it's turned out great." "So you knew something about me? But you never said or acted like you did." "No, but you knew me and never did, either. Besides, the innocent thing ended when I came out of the water. It's very obvious that you've sucked cock before. That you love sucking cock." She smiles, licks her lips. "I do. I think maybe there's some psychological fault with me or something because I really do like cock.s. Sperm is actually very tasty, I think. Very sexy, somehow." "It's no fault," I answer. "I really love pussies. And you have the best tasting pussy I've ever run into. A beautiful pussy. And it's terrific to fuck, too. I seem to fit and it acts like it wants me in there. Seems to actually contract or something, milking me." We're both naked, facing one another. She pushes her hips to rub her pubic hair against me. "Well, it does want you in there. And you have a lovely cock. Big enough that my jaws hurt after a while. It'll always be best to suck you first when you don't last as long." "Well, now that you've graduated, what are you going to do. Get a job?" "Yeah, I have to. I mean, sooner or later, I've got to start earning a living. In fact, next week, I have a couple interviews in L.A." "I live in L.A., have an apartment. Come stay with me while you're there. It'll be a good base for job hunting. In between, we can do more of this." "I don't want to mislead you. It's nice that you've asked. But I'm not exactly what you might think I am. I mean, I've got this body and these looks but I'm pretty much of a slut. I've sucked a lot of cocks. I've fucked a lot of guys. I can't help it. I like it. And guys seem to like me. So it just happens all the time. It sounds like you're asking me to move in with you and I don't think you know me that well. If you knew me better, you might not want me." "Elaine, I've had sex with a lot of girls. I've eaten a lot of pussies. I've been with more girls than has probably been good for me. So I'm no angel. I know you're no angel. But you are about the sexiest female I've ever seen. So I want more of this. I'm not making any commitment to you or asking for any from you. I want to eat you some more, fuck you some more and I want you to suck me some more. Apparently, you've always wanted me. For years. Now you have me. And since we came here from the pond, I guess you like what we've done together. So maybe you'd like more, too." She rubs against me some more, smiling. "O.k., I'm sure I'll like it." I'm thinking to myself -- and if it turns out that you end up staying with me forever, that'll be fine, too. # # #