As I suckled him, his finger gently insinuated itself between my labia, making me gasp at the sensation, and suck harder at him, making him groan and shift, and I could feel his thigh muscles tensing. I pumped him with one hand while I gently squeezed and massaged his balls with the other, wanting him to come, partly because I wanted to taste his spunk, but also to take the edge off him, as I wanted a full work-out tonight, not a quick dash to the finish-line!
I sucked and pumped and squeezed, and then, as I rubbed my tongue through the furrow in the tip of his cock; “Oh God, Julie, I’m coming, oh yesss… ooohhh yesss!” he groaned, his cockhead swelling and pulsing, jet after jet of sperm pumping into my mouth, me swallowing as fast as I could to prevent the huge amount of spunk he was jetting into me spilling out of my mouth. He tasted salty, tangy, and slightly acrid, almost bitter, forcing an instant comparison with my only other remembered taste of spunk, when Mark and I had done this.
At last he stopped spunking into my mouth, the jets dying back to a trickle of sperm bubbling and frothing from his still hard cock. I sucked and licked him clean, and licked my lips before moving back up to lie next to him, my head on his chest as I listened to his heart trip-hammering in his chest.
“That was… fucking amazing, Julie, thank you, thank you!” he grinned somewhat breathlessly and I tweaked his cock gently.
“Don’t get too comfortable, David,” I grinned, “You’re not done yet!” I reminded him.
“Oh yes, Julie, I hadn’t forgotten, believe me!” he smiled, reaching for me and kissing me deeply, but gently and tenderly, almost tentatively. His hand slipped down between my legs to find me as wet and ready as I was ever going to be, the previous few minutes notching up my libido and readying me for anything.
I reached up and pulled his head down to me, and growled in his ear “Don’t grope me, fuck me, now!” and he took me at my word, rolling me onto my back and moving between my thighs, looking at me and waiting for my go-ahead. I smiled and nodded, and he slid up to me, his cock probing against my wet slit. I guided him into me, and he slowly, considerately, gently slid himself into me, the feel of him stretching me slightly painful after more than two years with no sex of any sort. At last he was in to the hilt, and briefly leaned down to kiss me, a gentle smile on his face as he took his weight on his forearms and began to back out again. I looked into his blue eyes as he hovered above me, and slowly slid in again, filling me, feeling wonderful as he gently and tenderly made love to me, pumping his cock into me as he looked my into eyes with his brilliantly blue, gentle eyes.
I began to respond more overtly, my hips coming up to meet his thrusts, grinding myself against him as he pushed into me. I could feel that feeling again, that little glow of light inside that could burst though me like a star going nova, and bore up against him, increasing my efforts, trying to please him as he pleasured me.
David redoubled his efforts, pounding his cock into me, humping me madly as I jammed my pussy against him, taking him with me as hot curls of orgasm began to thread and uncoil through me, until, at last, in a great explosion of heat and burning light in the core of me, my climax blasted through me, arching my back as I rode the almost forgotten feeling. My ears popped and eyesight dimmed as sensory overload washed through me, my cry of release drowning out his groan of delight as I clamped down on him. My pussy throbbed and rippled as he emptied himself into me, the heat of his spunk as it roared into me rolling my orgasm on and on as he came again and again, spunk splashing into me in seemingly huge amounts, hot and delightful as it bathed my womb in his essence.
I must have passed out, when I opened my eyes it was morning, and I felt light and marvelously rested, at peace at last. I could feel the warmth of another body next to mine, and I turned to see Mark, his dark blonde hair glowing in the morning sun. I sighed happily, the events of the last two years no more than an unusually lucid nightmare. I reached out to stroke his hair, and he stirred, turned to look and smile at me, his blue eyes warm and happy.
CLICK
Blue eyes, not grey
CLICK
Dark blonde, not golden-haired
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“Mark, is that you? You’re not Mark, who are you…?”
CLICK
Not Mark, Not Mark, Not Mark.
I panicked, this wasn’t happening to me, who was this man, where was Mark, why was I here….?
With a guttural moan, I scrambled away from him, raw panic bubbling in the back of my throat as I fought to not scream, terror only a heartbeat away, pulling the covers up to shield my nakedness from him, looking for Mark, where was he, why didn’t he come for me, what was happening to me?
He immediately pulled the bed covers all the way up over me, covering me, as he tried to work out what had gone so horribly wrong, how he’d hurt or frightened me so badly, and spoke in a soft, soothing voice, trying to talk me down from that peak of panic I was cowering on.
“Sshhh, Julie, it’s all right, you’re safe, no-one’s going to hurt you, it’s OK now, you’re safe…!”
He put his arm around me, making me cringe and whine and cower back even more, and he broke away, deep concern in his eyes. He came to a decision, and picked up my ‘phone.
“Julie, I’m calling Shelagh, you need her now, I’m just going in the other room, if you need anything, call out….”
I heard his voice in the other room as he talked on the phone.
“Shelagh? It’s David, I’m with Julie now. She’s had some kind of massive panic attack or something, I don’t know what set it off, but she’s scared out of her mind, she needs you, she’s scared of me, won’t let me near her, she’s just huddled up in her bedroom. No, I didn’t do anything! We were fine last night, she just woke up and suddenly she looked like she’d never seen me before, she looks terrified, please come now, I can’t do anything for her, I can’t get near her!”
He came back in the room and retrieved his clothes, taking care not to come too near to me, because I still couldn’t remember who he was, and that edge of panic was still there. He’d just finished dressing when the doorbell rang and he went to the door to let Shelagh in.
She and David exchanged a few murmured words, then she came into the bedroom, and as soon as I saw her I flung myself on her, able to cry at last. David watched from the doorway, that look of deep concern still present as I had hysterics, crying for Mark, asking her where he was, begging her to help me find him, he was gone, poor Shelagh trying to make sense of what I was saying. She gradually calmed me down, getting me to lie down and tucking me in before going off to talk with David, but I couldn’t help hearing what they were saying.