Senior Citizen's Eden By Jim Stanley Chapter 49 George, Nora, and Tom Conclusion
The end came rather quickly for Dad. His health had been stable and we were prepared for several more years of happiness, caring for him. A stroke intervened, however, and, in a second, he was taken away from us. Needless to say, Mom and I mourned him greatly. I, in particular, mourned for the greater intimacy he allowed me to share in his last days. Mom, too, mourned his passing although she kept her private feelings to herself. She confided to me later that she and Dad had an agreement. If either of them passed first, the other would carry on normally, limiting their bereavement to the briefest of moments, dwelling mainly on the happiness they shared throughout their lives.
Needless to say, our sexual responsiveness changed in this period of mourning. I found myself less prone to tempestuous sex with Mom. Instead, I gave in to cuddling and loving for extended moments. When we lay together, it was as before, naked. But I found myself straddling her hips, my cock barely touching her cunt, tenderly kissing her face, her eyes, her nose, her mouth, my body grazing hers as I slid lower and lower until I had bathed her entirely with tender and warm kisses. And after reaching her feet with this oral massage, I would begin anew, working my way upward to her face and eyes and mouth. It was nothing for me to continue in this mode of lovemaking for hours, sometimes 2 or 3 hours at a time. Throughout these sessions, Mom would whisper into the air, "Love me, Hon. Love me. It's so nice to feel your hot breath and sensuous tongue bathe me."
Another favorite lovemaking position during this period was a 69 position, she on her back and I on my right side, with my head resting between her legs, her left leg being my support. My cock was always in the vicinity of her hand as I showered her warm, wet cunt with kisses, penetrating deeply into her hot vagina with my tongue. The aromas of sexuality pervaded my nostrils as my tongue, mouth and nose massaged the inner lining of her aroused labia. As before, this loving and teasing went on for hours. She related to me shortly after we adopted this position that this was her favorite. Often, so completely relaxed, she would doze and sleep. Sometimes, her agitated and sensuous clitoris would succumb to its own pleasure and shower my face with her hot orgasms, as her hot cunt pressed deep into my mouth and tongue. She liked it, too, because my hard cock was always at her disposal, for touching and caressing. And often in those moments when she came into my hot mouth, my cock would release its own pleasures, bathing her face and mouth with an abundance of hot cum that she relished with reckless abandon. At these times, we would both fall into a deep sleep, my head still positioned between her legs, only to wake hours later and begin our lovemaking anew.
This was an unhurried period of our lives. I had taken time off from work to be with Mom and so the days were our own; the minutes and seconds ticked off, not as climaxes, but as preludes to more loving, more touching, more tenderness.
We fucked during this period, too. But it, like all our other sensual activities, was unhurried, an outcome of passionate loving, an outgrowth of sensuous kissing and massaging, a fulfillment of tenderness. The quality and not the quantity of our sexual acts increased. It often happened during our tongue bath sessions, that, my cock, sliding back and forth over her lithe, supple, and extended body, would occasionally dip gently into the folds of her vagina and afterwards into her mouth so that she could taste her own passion, the passion of her hot cunt seeking fulfillment. The reaction was always spontaneous, never planned. After hours of this kind of foreplay, my cock dipping into her hot cunt would be met by a passionate thrust of her hips, the muscles of her vagina tightening, squeezing until my cock flooded her passion filled cunt with my hot cum, unleashing her own passionate juices, as cock and cunt swirled with rivers of cum.
Months passed and Dad's passing became a blur except in those moments when Mom and I would visit his grave. That, too, lessened, our grave visits diminishing from monthly to twice yearly, to yearly. Life began to take on new overtones. At first we traveled a great deal. The early trips were overnight's. Then they blossomed into longer drives to destinations involving several days of vacation and relaxation. The summer overnight trips were, perhaps, the most interesting. Usually our destination was a state or national park area characterized by quiet, isolation and idyllic settings. We took to camping as well. This activity brought on another phase of sexuality. We both found that we enjoyed the freedom of being nude in the open, in forests, in fields, in secluded areas. We spontaneously responded to open air sex, often dropping on the ground in a grassy area, fucking wildly. Mom would lie on the ground naked, her legs raised high above her head, beckoning me to penetrate her hot, moist cunt savagely. There was something about the isolation and the outdoors that cried out for fulfilling our most bizarre fantasies. It was during this time that Mom had experienced some problems with constipation. Occasionally, she would become impacted and found relief only by having me extract the hardened fecal matter by hand. The preparation for this extraction always involved manipulation of the anal sphincter, massaging it to relax the tension. Usually, the impaction would release easily after the massage. Mom confided to me that she enjoyed the manipulation of the sphincter and we began experimenting. Often, as I fucked her in a forest, or field, she would cry out for me to alternate between her cunt and asshole, a technique we both grew fond of as time went on. Over time, her sphincter relaxed completely, and the compactions were no longer a problem. She often joked about the size of her sphincter being as large as her vagina.
Our experimentations with anal sex persisted. Our favorite position, my head between her legs, my tongue bathing her clitoris and thighs was enhanced with my rimming her hot asshole. As she lay sensuously on her back, her legs extended high over her head, my mouth and tongue sought out her clitoris and anus in one synchronous movement. She moaned her delight to me in these instances and often rewarded my lovemaking efforts with a fountain of cum. She took a particular delight in anal sessions after a bowel movement. The bowel cavity, cleansed and clean, would relax at its utmost and stir cravings for penetration of my hard cock deep into her asshole. In our experimentation, we both found that our nipples were particularly sensitive during these sensual/sexual manipulations. Mom's nipples, in particular, enlarged a quarter of an inch or more and their sensitivity drove us to heightened orgasms.
Another favorite position of ours was a 69. Normally, it would begin with her kneeling over my face. In this mode, I could suck her vagina and asshole deeply which drove her to heightened excitement, her pelvis gyrating convulsively, loud moans of pleasure being most characteristic of these anal/vaginal manipulations. We would spend long minutes this way, my tongue bathing her hot cunt and asshole deeply and vigorously as her hot mouth sucked my throbbing cock pulsating before her. Often, when passion took over, Mom would move forward and impale her hot cunt on my throbbing, hot dick and ride it to an ecstatic orgasm. The beauty of this position was its reversibility. I would position my balls, cock and asshole over her face and suck deeply the crevices of her hot wet cunt and asshole. She could reciprocate with her own passionate oral massage of my asshole, cock and balls. Screaming orgasms on both our parts was the natural outcome of this delightful position
Further experimentation led us to sexual toys. On a visit to a nudist resort, we came upon a leather sling and she wondered how that could enhance our lovemaking. The sling's usefulness became obvious to us after we purchased one and installed it in our bedroom. Almost immediately, our experiments began. Mom mounted the sling, entwining her legs in the leather straps that attached to the ceiling. Viewing her cunt and asshole from a kneeling vantage point led to indescribable sensations that flooded my groin, my balls tightening, my cock pulsating uncontrollably. But it was my mouth that drove me forward. I knelt before this smorgasbord of hot dripping cunt and asshole and sucked deliriously in synch with the screams and moans emanating from Mom. She screamed uncontrollably as my mouth, tongue, and nose dove deep into the sweet juices that dripped from her hot cunt. The minutes ticked by quickly in this sucking orgy and neither Mom nor I could stand it for very long. As we hit a peak in this position, I would rise from my knees and drive my steely hard pulsating and dripping cock deep into her hot cunt, fucking her deeply, as deep as any cock could explore, my balls slapping loudly on her exposed asshole, hot with passion. "Fuck my ass," she would cry as I alternated wildly between her dripping red clitoris and her welcoming asshole, puckered and punctuating its receptivity. The juices would flow uncontrollably from her engorged cunt, filled to repletion by my throbbing prostate and cockhead. In seconds, we showered each others organs with milky spasms of cum that poured from her cunt onto the carpet beneath the sling. The splatter bathed my toes with these juices of love and we continued to milk each other for what seemed like hours. The forcefulness of our pelvic thrusts, heightened our pleasures. These sessions would invariably end with my collapse upon her sweating body, kissing her deeply on the mouth, my cock reinforcing the deep kisses with deeper and slower exploratory thrusts of its own.
Mother found another sexual toy that suited my goals. It was a strap on dildo, about 8 inches long with a molded reverse dildo that fit into her vagina. Now she could fuck my ass vigorously and, at the same time, feel the penetration of a cock in her hot cunt. Sheer animal lust drove us. Philosophically, we were in agreement in our love for one another and felt secure. The sexual tangents were meant to enhance the sexuality which we defined as animal lust, the lust that pursues sexual ends in itself but doesn't interfere with our caring for one another. In my entire sexual life, I rarely thought of my asshole as a sex object until this time. At most, I knew I enjoyed a finger in my ass or a small dildo or object in my ass while masturbating, this only to heighten the pleasure of the orgasm by massaging the prostate. But by raising the ante, so to speak, being fucked by a large cock simulation with a partner that cared only to pleasure me was something new. With my legs wrapped in the leather thongs, my ass raised high, the pleasure of being fucked was without comparison. Mom's large tubular breasts swung before me as she drove the dildo deep into my hot asshole. The sensuality was apparent in Mom's face as the reverse dildo massaged her clitoris with each forceful thrust deep into my asshole. As she fucked me deep, she kept her right hand on my cockhead and stroked it fondly and firmly, each stroke bringing me closer and closer to a violent orgasm that engaged my cock, my balls, and my prostate. Mom signaled her release of sexual passion with groans and grunts acknowledging her at the threshold of orgasm. My hips met her downward movement of her fist as it milked my engorged hot cock and soon the release we both sought came in profusion. My hot sperm shot high into the air, bathing her breasts and my stomach with hot cum. I watched from afar the streams of hot cum draining her hot cunt as she continued to wildly pound the 8 inch dildo into my hot and receptive asshole. As always after these synchronous orgasms, we both collapsed, she, on my stomach, her hips still thrusting the 8 inch dildo deep into my asshole.
Seasonal trips south brought new adventures. On one of our trips to Florida, after passing through Charlotte, North Carolina on our way to Columbia, South Carolina, we passed through a piney region, with miles and miles of pine forests and little else. Some 70 miles into the piney region, Mom suggested we take a break and pull off the road for a rest. "Drive until I tell you to slow down, Hon. Dad and I had a favorite resting place. I hope I can find it.
Several more miles passed when Mom told me to slow down at the next clearing, a semblance of a road that veered off to the right. Locking the car, we got out and clambered up the small embankment into the pine forest. "This is it, Hon. See the abandoned shed on the right? Your dad and I stopped here for a short respite many years ago. It hasn't changed much except that the forest has gotten a little older and larger. Follow me. We wandered away from the old shed deep into the pine forest. A deep hush overtook us as the soft pine needles absorbed our foot falls. About 10 minutes passed when we came into a small clearing where the blue sky peeked through the soft green of the trees that overshadowed our resting place. Just beyond the trees was a valley of green that stretched off into the distance attesting to the vastness of this magnificent forest.
"Isn't this lovely, Hon! Your dad and I rested here many, many years ago. In fact, we made love on these very pine needles. Oh! I'm sure they are not the same ones," she added as if correcting herself. "But it was here. I remember the scene before us, the valley of green and the restfulness, the hush, the quiet that surrounded us then as it does now. Don't you feel it, Hon?"
Everything she said rang true and I knew, from the expression on her face, that this was a very special moment, for her, for both of us. I reached around her from the back and held her close, closer than I have ever. We slowly sank to the ground to take in the grandeur of the moment. There was no room for words in this idyllic context. I could only hold her and kiss her gently on the neck and hands, whispering, "I love you. I love you. I love you, Mom." I kissed the tears that shone at the corner of her eyes and we lay back and held each other tightly, my right hand massaging her temple, her face, her eyes, her breasts.
"Love me, Hon. Love me," she whispered in my ear.
I raised her gently and removed her blouse. I kissed the nipples that protruded through her bra, at the same time unclasping it from the rear, revealing her two beautiful breasts, heaving with quiet passion. Taking time to suckle at the fount of my love, I moved tenderly to her lips, then back to her breasts. She lay back on the sheet of her blouse and sighed deeply. Next, I removed her shoes and socks, revealing her warm tender feet. I kissed them gently and with one motion, slid her slacks and panties off. She now lay before me, naked, bathed in the soft glow of the sun screened through the small pin points of light that seeped through the pine needles. A cool breeze bathed us in this quietude of nature, as I stripped naked, my cock aching with passion as my eyes feasted upon the loveliness of her body the lay before me. My kissing grew more passionate as my tongue bathed her innermost love crevices, the folds of her groin, the innermost parts of her vagina and clitoris, salty from our hike from the car. She moaned her acceptance of my tongue and pressed to receive my sweaty cock, balls and asshole as I rose up over her mouth and face. We feasted on each other's pleasure points until our love juices began their ascendancy.
"Take me Hon. Take me. I'm all yours."
I rose between her legs and drove my hard cock into her accepting, pulsing cunt and fucked her with abandon, my tongue searching hers as they entwined sensuously in this ballet of love. Her thrusts met mine violently as she screamed her release of passion, "Fuck me, Hon. Fuck me. Fuck me." The words receded to heavy breathing as her cum released itself into her engorged cunt and, seeking an outlet, ran down her groin onto the soft pine needles that formed her bed of passion. Our passion continued for another 15 to 20 minutes, subsiding gradually with miniscule thrusts of hip and muscle until, spent, we lay and rested, punctuating our breathing with words that came out as sentences: beautiful, wonderful, eternal, spiritual, sensuous, love and loving.
We lay quietly for a long time as the sun faded to the west, ruing in some special way that we were unable to spend the night here and love until morning. Back at the car, we decided to drive on until Columbia, South Carolina and spend the night. But the rest of that eventful afternoon we spent touching, feeling, tasting the fruits of our lovemaking.
There were many such trysts as time went by, each having to do with some special moment of life with Dad. It was as if she were trying to relive those moments vicariously and have Dad included in all our activities. For me, it couldn't have gotten any better.
Some months passed. Life was as idyllic for both of us as it was from the beginning. One morning, in passing, Mom brought up the subject of Uncle Roy, her brother. I hadn't seen Uncle Roy in twenty years or more.
"We've got to visit Roy one of these days. I have always had a special relationship with him and I miss him deeply. Your father was fond of Roy, too. But there's something you need to know about that special relationship. We both grew up on the farm in Indiana. As children, we were very close. Roy was 3 years my elder, so I doted over him in everything. Moreover, he was my protector, my father and my mother and watched over me through my entire childhood. What I learned about life and sexuality I learned from Roy. Neither of us could or wanted to confide in Ma and Pa in such matters so we trusted in each other."
The trust started early. Ma and Pa and the two of us slept in the same large room that is still a part of the farmhouse. At night, when things grew quiet, Ma and Pa, thinking that we were asleep, frequently had intercourse. I remember the first time this happened. I was a little frightened by the noises coming from their bed and held on to Roy, fearing the worst. He urged me to be quiet and observe and explained that, later, he'd tell me more about what was happening. Most importantly, he calmed me and reassured me that there was nothing wrong.
The next day, he excused both of us after breakfast, explaining to Ma and Pa that we were going to walk down to the river. Puzzled, I went along with his story and off we went. He called me "Nor."
"Nor," he said, "let's take a walk. I need to begin explaining some things to you, especially about last night. I'm taking you to my special hideout where I go when I want to think. But you gotta promise not to tell anyone where it is."
"OK," I agreed. "Cross my heart and hope to die. I won't tell anyone."
"About an hour passed before we got to his hideout. It was in a stand of trees, high on a knoll overlooking an abandoned orchard. We crawled into a small space hewn out of this stand into what would become my classroom, teaching me all the facts of life. I so trusted Roy that there was nothing that I wouldn't or couldn't ask him."
Roy began. Now about last night.
"Yes," I urged.
Ma and Pa were having sex. Do you know about sex?
That's when a man and woman have babies, isn't it?
Yep. But they can have sex and not have babies, too, Nor. Do you know the difference between a boy and girl?
Well, sorta. I've seen how you pee and how I pee. I saw Pa doing something to Ma last night, too.
I want to show you some differences between us. Do you promise not to tell anyone?
I promise.
With that, Roy took down his pants and underwear and had me do the same. I was shocked but rapt in Roy's lesson. Now sex is about having fun and having babies. But you have to be careful. Sex means that I put my pee pee in your little hole. When my pee pee gets excited, it puts some white fluid into your hole. After that, you have a baby. He added quickly that we're not going to do that because we were brother and sister. He was just going to show me how it's done so that I wouldn't be afraid.
Nor, when a man wants to feel good, he rubs his pee pee and it gets hard. If he rubs it some more, it spurts out that white liquid that I was talking about. Also, if a girl like you rubs a spot near your pee pee, she also feels good and, when she gets older, she spurts out some fluid, too.
Have you ever rubbed yourself there?
Where?
Here, I'll show you. He took my hand and rubbed it around where I peed. How does that feel?
OK, I guess.
Keep rubbing for a bit.
Meanwhile, he began massaging his pee pee until it got very big and wet.
Now, you can see what I was talking about. If a man put his pee pee in your hole and put the white liquid into it, you would have a baby. I'm going to show you the white liquid. Do you want to see?
"Yes," I gasped, continuing to rub my pee pee because it began to feel good. But, also, I wanted to pee.
Do you want to feel it, my pee pee?
"Yes," I managed with difficulty. I grasped his pee pee with one hand and then both and gasped at the hardness of it as well as the stickiness of the fluid that seemed to pour from it.
He took it into his own hands once again, and, after a couple of quick jerks up and down, out came a spigot full of the white liquid he was talking about. It shot high into the air and landed all over his stomach, chest, and face.
I couldn't believe what I saw. "Can I touch it?" I asked.
I felt the thick white milky wetness and couldn't believe what happened. In a way, I was frightened that Roy hurt himself.
"Are you OK?
I'm just fine. How are you feeling? Keep rubbing. Does it feel good?
It feels good, Roy, but it feels like I have to pee.
Keep going. It may feel like pee but something else will come.
Stubbornly, I persisted. As Roy predicted, something did happen. A most wonderful feeling of warmth welled up where I was rubbing and a sticky fluid began to pour out. The more I rubbed, the greater the feeling. The pee feeling went away and a feeling that I can't describe took over. My whole body began to shake and quiver as the feeling continued on and on and the fluid as well. Some fifteen minutes passed before I calmed down. Doug, meanwhile, while this went on, continued moving his hand up and down his penis and, at the end of my session, spurt out some new white fluid, aiming it at my small breasts and massaging it in.
I wanted Roy to put his pee pee in me but he refused, repeating what he said earlier, "Nor, we can't do that. We're brother and sister. You can touch me if you want. But that's all."
The lesson continued.
"Nor, now that you know how good it feels when you come, that's the noises that you hear from Ma and Pa. It seems like he's hurting her. But, in fact, his pee pee is rubbing that spot where your finger was rubbing and Ma is in ecstasy, heaven. She and Pa are so completely excited that they can't control their yells and screams. Those are the moans you hear. But they're moans of good feeling. The moans you were making when you were coming."
After that, we had numerous sessions together in his hideout and in the house when no one was around. Sleeping in the same bed made things easier especially when we watched Ma and Pa having sex. Once, I watched Ma put Pa's pee pee in her mouth. Afterwards, when Roy and I were alone together, I asked him if I could do the same to him.
That would be OK, Nor. That's when he introduced me to what he called a 69 position, with him on his back and I kneeling over his face. His warm tongue and mouth nearly drove me insane. He sucked me deep and drove his tongue deep, taking lots of time to massage my clitoris with flickering movements of his tongue. It was a wonderful feeling and, invariably, after only a few minutes in this position, I shot my fluid all over his face, most of which he sucked up and swallowed. I did the same to him, taking all of his hot white milky fluid.
He taught me the terms he used. His and my fluid was cum. I learned that the feeling we shared was called an orgasm. I learned other terms for my pee pee like vagina, cunt, pussy. His pee pee became a cock, a dick, a penis.
I began to feel free around Roy. When we slept, I would often reach over and feel his hard cock. I don't ever remember it being soft while we were in bed. Sometimes I could get him to come and he would rise up and put it in my mouth. I found him doing the same. Often I would wake to a wonderful feeling and it was usually Roy sucking on my cunt, thrusting his thick tongue deep inside me.
And so it went through the years. He always watched over me, warning me about the boys I was dating. But by this time, I felt sure that I would do nothing without Roy's approval until that time when I would meet the man I wanted to marry. That's when I met your Father, Tom. George was the most loving, tender man I had ever been with and I had the feeling that it is with him that I would like to have my first baby. George never pushed sex like the other boys did and that made me surer than ever. Roy agreed that this might just be the man in my life. After that, things proceeded rapidly and we were married with Roy's blessing.
The sexual closeness with Roy that existed before my marriage continued after our marriage with one difference. Our sex, if there was sex, was solitary. I had no recollection of seeing Roy naked after that. It wouldn't have made much difference if we had. We still loved one another and cared for one another immensely. But we entered into a new period, a sort of unwritten agreement period. Our sexuality had taken on a new dimension, one in which George became the centerpiece.
I worried about Roy a lot after that. He never married and stayed on the farm, working hard until this day. George and I had many contacts with Roy over these years and only once did Roy say something that touched me deeply. "Nor, I live each day cherishing that love that we had between us when growing up. That hasn't diminished at all. I want you to know that. I know you worry about me. But know, too, that I'm never alone. I'm always with you."
Several weeks passed and there was no mention of Roy. One day after I had returned from the doctor's, Mom said, "I talked to Roy today. He's fine and sends his love. I told him that we'd try to get down to see him at the end of the month and spend a week or so with him. By that time, the crops will be in and he'll be free to gad about with little or no work to do. How does that sound?"
"Sounds great Mom. I'm looking forward to it. I haven't seen Uncle Roy in 25 years. I remember how much he cared for me when I was a kid and I want to recapture some of those times with him on the farm. If you recall, he taught me how to run the tractor."
The weeks passed quickly and soon we were on the way to the farm to see Uncle Roy. Our arrival was an emotional time for all of us, but, in particular for Mom and Roy. They walked arm and arm everywhere. They embraced as old lovers with feelings and emotions that were unchanged. There were plenty of tears to go around, Mom crying after seeing Roy, my crying over the resumption of old times and memories, Roy, not crying, but tearing over this happy reunion of family. I was happy, too, that we were in no hurry to go anywhere. I felt deeply, after what Mom confided to me about her relationship with Uncle Roy, that she needed time to bring some closure to their relationship, even if it meant sexual closure at a time when no one was hurt or could be hurt. With that mind set, therefore, I did everything in the weeks that we were there to promote their happiness.
After several days of small talk and traveling about the farm and countryside, I began finding excuses to be alone. Mom knew I was a great hiker and one of my favorite excuses was to take morning and evening hikes over the farm, leaving Mom and Roy to themselves. I would set some time limits and say, "I'm off to the races. I'll be back in about 3 hours." I spent most of that time wandering over the farm, looking over the acreage, and as an aside, looking for the hideout of Roy's. Amazingly, I found what I'm sure was and still is his hideout. It had the smell of being lived in, a haven from strife and tension that a young man might need. It was a place to go and jerk off, free from prying eyes and ears. When I wasn't wandering around the farm, I took time to take trips around the countryside, exploring the neighboring towns and villages, fulfilling a major need that Mom and I acquired of picking up antiques at house and yard sales. Only now, there were farm sales, multitudes of them, as the small farm was on its way out, being swallowed up by the big enterprises from the big city. Our conversations grew serious at some point. Roy pointed out that his age, 78, was beginning to catch up with him and that he had to consider doing something with the farm. He proposed that he change the deed to encompass Mom and me and that we come to live with him permanently. He proposed, further, that he would teach me the fine points of caring for the farm and deriving an income from it.
Mom and I talked this over and agreed that we should take Roy's recommendation to heart and we began to pursue matters accordingly. While Roy and Mom would handle matters on the farm, I suggested going back to Ohio for a couple of days to close out our residence and move everything to the farm. I thought, to myself, that this would also be a good time for Mom and Roy to have some privacy together. Everyone agreed and I left for Ohio.
What transpired afterwards with Mom and Roy was revealed to me by Mom after I returned, some 3 days later. What follows is her description of events.
"After you left, Tom, things happened quickly. On the day you left, I cooked some pies while Roy tended to affairs on the farm. Early in the afternoon, he returned and showered and lay on his bed, naked. To me it was an indication of old times and, after he lay there for a while, I undressed and entered the bedroom and, without either of us saying a word, I knelt between his legs and loved him as I've never done before. I licked his flaccid cock and his balls until arousal. His cock tensed and pulsed, and beads of precum appeared on the head. I sucked it gently for several minutes and still kneeling between his legs, moved forward, bathing his stomach and nipples with gentle kisses, my tongue and mouth massaging his body sensuously. Our mouths met and our tongues entwined and we sucked deeply as Roy's hard, pulsing cock entered my hot wet cunt. At last, the moment of closure had arrived. We both sighed openly at this virginal encounter of cock and cunt and the dance of love began. Our hips engaged one another as his cock drove deep into my hot cunt, lubricated by the abundance of precum that was very much in evidence now. We fucked and kissed deliciously, but slowly, for the next 20 minutes or more, time being of little importance now. We each savored the warmth that derived from Roy's hot cock as it drove deeper and deeper into my hot cunt. The outcome was predictable. My orgasms began simultaneous with Roy's cock entering my hot vagina and the 20 minutes or more of slow fucking accelerated the intensity of those orgasms, reaching its peak when Roy gave notice of cumming. It was a muted scream, awkwardly worded.
`Nor, sweetheart, take me. Take all of me. Here it comes. It's all yours.'
Our bodies shuddered from the intensity of our orgasms. The muscles of my hot cunt tightened around Roy's pulsing cock and milked it with deep thrusts from my hips. My asshole, my groin, my stomach groaned under the pressure of my pubic muscles as they contracted over and over to spill its hot juices into and out of my cunt, mingling with Roy's, oozing into our crotches and onto the sheets of our passion.
After another twenty minutes of tender loving, our bodies still entwined, I collapsed on Roy who turned on his side, his leg pulling us tight to one another. We dozed and slept for another hour.
After a shower together, we returned to our bed of passion, and with renewed vigor Roy entered my hot cunt from the front, my legs high in the air over his shoulders, his cock driving deep into my love hole. Our faces searched for meaning and found it in the years of monastic self control we exercised in making love to one another. Finding meaning and closure heightened our passions. Driven by a need to make up for lost time, Roy's cock spurted its hot cum ever more deeply into my hot cunt, still orgasmic from the first encounter. I met each of his thrusts with hip thrusts of my own as if trying to absorb his cock and balls and whole body into my hot cunt. We screamed anew at the continuance of intensity of our orgasms, and once more collapsed onto our bed of passion.
The rest of the night continued in the same manner. The next day, early, we walked to his `hideout' and resumed our lovemaking in the straw that became our bed of passion. He took me from the rear, fucking both my cunt and ass, spewing his cum equally into my cunt and onto my ass, licking the remants of his hot passion and sharing it with me in deep kisses of passion.
Roy commented, `Nor, there have been thousands of hot orgasms on this hallowed ground, orgasms that anticipated this moment. Daily I came here to shower you with love, looking to that time when the consequences of our loving would make no difference. Our love would be pure and committed, meant for each other, absent of fears of impregnation and social condemnation. Our only wrong now is an intense love for one another. And if that is wrong, so be it. Here, too, we spent most of the day, loving, unconcerned for the earthiness of the environment, reveling in its bucolic primitiveness.'"
After Tom's return, we three settled into a life of love and happiness.