At last the volleys of spunk blasting out of him died down to a trickle, with me sucking avidly to get the last of his delicious spunk, before polishing him clean and grinning up at him.
“There you go, Gerry, that should hold you for a while, because now it’s my turn!”
At that, his cock went rigid all over again; it hadn’t really gone soft, even after he came so hard, but now it almost throbbed with muscular solidity; this is what I loved about my rower-boy; he was always ready, and never quit, and always seemed to have an endless supply of magic-mix for me, how sweet! With that lovely, slow, sweet grin of his, he handed me up and pulled me close, his lips crushing mine as his hands slid my panties down and cupped my bum cheeks, squeezing and pulling them apart as we snogged.
Gerry broke off and began kissing down my neck, gently kissing my throat, my shoulders, between my breasts, before lightly, gently trapping one nipple between his lips while his hand came up to cup and gently squeeze my other breast, softly twirling the nipple as he sucked and nibbled on the other one.
Of course the girls reacted, popping out like organ-stops, firm, fat, and aching to be squeezed and rubbed. I moaned softly as Gerry licked, squeezed and caressed me so tenderly, a definite warmth making itself felt between my legs. I could feel that solid bar of flesh rubbing so tantalisingly against my suddenly tender pussy, and I couldn’t resist grinding against him as he teased and tormented my nipples with his soft, almost delicate suckling. Gerry understood what I wanted; after all, I was making my needs pretty obvious, but he had other plans. Taking my hand, he led me into the bedroom, scene of my former triumphs, and picked me up, laying me flat on my back as he leaned over me, his lips once more caressing and teasing my swollen nipples.
“Gerry… Uhh!” I moaned, letting him know what he was doing to me. He stopped and looked up at me, a quick smile, like a ray of sunshine, flitting across his face before he once more kissed each nipple, then began kissing his way down my torso, stopping for a second to kiss and swirl his tongue inside my navel. Normally, I hate anyone or anything touching my navel; seeing girls with pierced navels always made my blood run cold, but now, the feel of his warm slippery tongue in there was making my pussy tremble and shudder in anticipation. Downwards and onward he kissed, until finally his tongue-tip slipped into the apex of my slit.
I was so worked-up that I groaned out loud as his firm tongue-tip flicked across my clit, hot blasts of pure pleasure shooting through my body and making my toes and fingers curl as he rasped gently at my little button. Gerry knew exactly what he was doing to me, his soft tongue bathing me in damp delight as he slowly, tortuously brought me to the brink, my muscles trembling and quivering as I hovered there, needing only one more tiny push to drop me over that edge and into free-fall.
Now he had me where he wanted me, Gerry once more licked my button, a sharp blaze of pleasure once more enveloping me, then, without warning, he pushed his tongue deep inside my soaking pussy, simultaneously sliding his finger deep into my bum, finally tipping me over that edge.
I screamed like a banshee as all my pleasure circuits blew wide open, my eyes dimming as pleasure like nothing I’d ever felt before slammed into me, sending my mind into a whirling spiral with Gerry in the middle of it, tongue-fucking me as his fingers plundered my arsehole, all my pleasure holes wide open for his pleasure and delectation.
Gerry left-off lapping at me like a cat to lick and kiss his way back up along my torso, squeezing my breasts together for a moment and sucking my nipples, before rearing over me, locking eyes with mine.
“God, I missed you so much, Lor; the day was endless without you here; I’ve been needing you all day long!” he murmured.
I dropped my eyes for a second to see his massive, thick cock rearing up almost threateningly, a shining, glossy sculpted column of flesh seemingly designed only for my pleasure, and reached down to take hold of him and position him for me. I rubbed him against me a couple of times, teasing him, watching his fabulous body ripple and shudder with the effort of not just ramming into me there and then; I was giving myself to him, and that was the thing that made our lovemaking so special; we didn’t fuck, we made love, and there was no question of him forcing himself on me; everything we did was because we both wanted it, wanted each other, in a way we’d never wanted anyone else, ever.
“Lor, please…!” he gasped, and I grinned as I realised I had him where I wanted him; his cock, so solid and heavy before, was now a warm, satiny column of stone-hard flesh, ripe and ready for what I wanted. And as I smiled mischievously at him, he slid into me, making me gasp out loud as that bone-hard thing split me like a ripe peach, stretching me so deliciously all over again. As he slid into me, his hand slipped under me to cup and massage my bum, and then his finger slid into my bumhole, making me gasp all over again at the sudden penetration.
Now he began humping that talented cock of his into me, his plunging finger in my arse keeping time, the double penetration almost driving me frantic as he fucked me. All I could do was hold him, my hands glorying in the hard, sculpted mass of his back and shoulders as I held on for dear life while the world slowly exploded inside me.
His driving cock never faltered as I came again and again, one orgasm bursting into the next as my golden brother fucked like a God, his tireless cock pounding me into a shattered, orgasmic wreck. My whole world narrowed down to the feel of him moving against me as he drilled deep into the heart of me, giving me more pleasure than I’d ever thought possible. Not even with Charlie, my darling Soldier-boy, had I ever been so deliciously fucked, so deliriously happy as pleasure blazed and rattled through me, until I couldn’t take any more, and I came like fire, like an explosion of silent, white heat, sheet lightning flaring through my brain with the depth and reach of my orgasm.
I was dimly aware of my scream as I climaxed, of Gerry holding me close as I shuddered and convulsed against him, then his withdrawal, my hands seeking out his columnar prick, stiff and stone-like in its hardness, and I realised he hadn’t come yet. He looked down at me and grinned, and I took him in my hands, squeezing and fisting him as he pumped into my hands.
His neck tightened and his eyes closed as his whole body spasmed, and a powerful jet of spunk shot from him and splashed across my belly. Three more jets followed in quick succession, painting my breasts and belly with streaks and puddles of silvery-white sperm as he emptied himself on me, his eyes rolled up until all I could see were the whites as his own release transported him.
He slumped down next to me, his pulse hammering in the hollow of his throat, while I lay back, sated, happier than I’d ever been in my entire life; three days ago I’d almost forgotten the young boy who I thought had violated me by peeping at me. Now I knew I’d been wrong, and seven years later, he was a man, beautiful beyond anything I’d ever seen or known, who’d never stopped loving me, and then made me his forever.
I turned to look at him and his bright blue eyes were looking back into mine, clear and unclouded, shining for me.
“That was… amazing, Lor!” he smiled, “We should do that again soon!”
As he pulled me closer, he picked up his discarded shirt and wiped the drips and runnels of spunk off me, grinning at my gasp when he brushed against my nipples. When he’d wiped the copious amount of sperm from me, he pulled me even closer, his hand slipping down to cup my bum as his lips met mine, kissing me as hungrily as I kissed him.
“You’re mine, Lor, remember that!” he whispered, making me thrill inside. He’d said that before, but now I knew he meant it.
“Only you and me, Gerry, I promise!” I whispered. “And when you’re done here, we’ll find somewhere of our own, and be what we should be: a family. I love you, Gerry Boscombe; you’re mine, and only mine!”