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The closer to the day to get back home, the hornier I [M20] got. Too many nights I held Susan’s [F45] picture in my hands, and if I concentrated hard enough, I could almost cum hands-free if I relieved our goodbye fuck the last time we were together.
I missed her more than I missed my family.
The “goodbye” fuck was beyond incredible, and I wanted to repeat that all, again and again and again. It’s not that hard to get laid, even with females, but it does take energy and some coordination, and when the end result might piss off a lot of your superiors, sometimes is better to stay put.
Jerking off in the shower was another option, and I was no stranger to a quickie. I’m pretty sure that, from soft to cum, I can make it in just about 2 minutes. Just need to picture Susan’s breasts on my face while she rides me. Case closed.
I heard about other guys blowing off some steam with one another, but it was always a very hushed thing, none of my mates would say a word about it, and I followed their example. I never asked and never looked for it. Most of the days I was too exhausted to even think about sex, it was only laying my head down and getting hard as Susan’s cunt opened for me, her voice soothe my anger, or her lips made love to me. She kept me going in more ways than she could ever understand.
And this is not the place for this story, but I never looked at my army mates in a sexual way, if anything was meant to happen, then I’d let it happen, that’s what I told myself earlier on because we all fought together, we were all the same. My army buddy, Dave [M23] was probably the only one ever to confess something like this to me, using another guy for “relief”. We used to talk about women, a lot, and one day he told me he was going for a late shower to see if he could get someone to suck his cock.
I brought that up a few days later, and he said “we don’t talk about this.” I got the memo, especially when he smiled and confirmed my thoughts exactly. The unspoken rules of so many things, and this was just another one, being sucked by a dude.
Things for me got worse in a period of less action, where I had enough time to think about Susan, and one morning, super fucking early, I hit the gym and then went to the shower and there was another dude in there, but he had his door open. I thought little of it but went to the last shower, to have privacy to masturbate.
I got hard in a blink of an eye, and Susan came to mind, again. Then, the guy from the other shower asked if I needed some shower gel. He was just right outside, and I was too startled to process what was that supposed to be, so I told him I was good, and he replieed if I need anything he was just in the shower in front.
Nothing happened. I jerked off as usual and left. It stayed in the back of my mind though, and a couple of weeks later, in another horny moment, a similar situation unfold. It was early, and no one was there, but another guy arrived at the same time. I stripped naked, he did the same, and I could tell his eyes lingered on me. I kept silent, entered my shower, the far end one, but left the door open, thinking what the fuck am I doing. Susan’s face came to mind, but then this deep voice grunted from the shower in front, and I turned around, one hand over my hard cock, and he was staring at me, his body super chiseled, smooth, not a single hair, tall, handsome. I nod, and he walked over, not hard, a big softie between his legs, and without a word, I was against the shower wall and he was kneeling and sucking my cock, no questions asked. I cum a first time, way too fast, just like with Susan, and I kept his head there, pushing for a second time, and he obeyed, hands on my cock, hands on my balls, sucking the life out of me. I cum a second time, all over his face, and he keeps sucking me until I was done.
He left my shower and returned to his. Never talked about this, never said a word, life just goes on. This wasn’t about being gay, this was about human contact, and that’s how I always saw it.
There was a second blowjob situation during my stay there, but then, I went home, and all of that was behind my back.
The first person I visited wasn’t my mom. It was Susan. I called her, Tommy was out with friends, and I told her I was on my way. She let me in through the backdoor, trying to hide me from neighbors, but I think that was even worse, me all dressed in uniform, hard to miss. I took her in my arms, and we had a long deep kiss. “I missed you,” I said something like that, and sat her down on the kitchen table. I remembered we kissed for a long time, my hands going to her inner thighs, she was wearing a dress without any panties, and that got me even more rock solid.
Her lipstick on my lips, my hands on her wonderful body. “I fucking missed you,” I confessed one more time, and pulled her to me, she opened up my zipper, my cock wet and sticky, her hands grabbing it so well, and I went inside her.
And this time I told myself, hold the fuck on, don’t cum just from entering her. I took a deep breath, and when I opened my eyes she was smiling. She knew what I was trying to do and she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulled me inside her, grabbed my head, kissed me so hard, moaned just like I loved it, and without a warning, I was flooding her insides with a couple week’s worth of cum.
“You did it on purpose,” I said, catching my breath. She laughed, telling me how she always enjoyed how horny she could make me.
She had changed the color of her hair, now a darker brown with copper reflections, her face was unchanged, her lips full as before, but now without any lipstick on. It was all over my face, I could taste it. I kept myself inside her because I knew she loved it. She was so much more than just a woman to me. She was the root of all my fantasies. Anything I wanted, she could take it. And she gave it all back to me, her legs wrapped around my ass, she opens up my uniform pants and lets them drop on the floor, pulling my underwear down with her high heels. Fucking hell, now I started to notice how fucking hot she was.
“You dressed this way just for me?” I asked, caressing her smooth legs, kissing her feet, tasting the softness of her high heels, she looked like an angel.
“I thought you didn’t even notice, I hate using heels,” she says, and wraps her legs around me again, and pushes me, “they were just for you.” She wanted more, and so do I, but I haven’t seen her for so long that now, I want to take it all in. I looked down at us, for sure my uniform was one more time stained with my cum and her lust, but who the fuck cares, it will keep her scent, and I take a closer look at her trimmed pussy, and my cock fit so perfectly, my white cum already leaking from her. My balls still ache in desire, but I was about to take care of that.
I got rid of my boots and my trousers, placed her legs over my shoulders, heels still on, and my hard cock entered her, and as I saw her face light up, I lifted her up, her hands grabbing on my neck and shoulders, as I entered fully. She was leaking on the floor, but I didn’t care, this was a show of strength, and a long fantasy of mine. “You don’t know how many times I thought of doing this while holding your picture back in the barracks,” and I kissed her.
“I’m too heavy for you,” she said, but I shut her up by thrusting inside her cunt, again, impaling her onto me, she threw her head back, biting her lips, “oh my god, sweet jesus,” she screamed, and I knew I was doing it right. I dreamed of her saying those exact words. I continued to give her a standing ovation of a fuck, keeping my balance, kissing her while we fuck, walking a few steps, leaning against the kitchen counter, ripping her dress open to see her beautiful tits, and she gasped. She made me suck her while I carried on thrusting inside her, she leaned forward, kissing my neck, or biting it, she left so many marks that day and so many claw marks on my back. I wanted to show her what six months without a hole for my cock looked like. I fucked her against the wall, her screams filling the room, nonstop banging, my legs were killing me, but I only stopped with my second load in her.
We never discussed condoms, and cumming freely inside her was just a given at this stage. We collapsed on the kitchen floor, and neither of us could walk properly after.
We got up and drank some water, I got rid of the rest of my clothes, and look at the mess we made. We regain our strengths, I asked about Tommy, and she said he’s gotten shyer now that I was less present in his life. He was spending the day with some friends, I told him I was coming back today, but that was ages ago, and didn’t make an effort to arrange something. But she seemed a happy mom.
“You’re more beautiful each day,” I told her and got her to blush a little.
“And you are a handsome young man. Love seeing you in that uniform, and I bet your mum does too.” I must have made a strange face because she immediately said “oh not like that, don’t be a dirty mind.” I loved her, I truly did. What an idiot I was, confusing everything at the same time.
I walked the distance to her, took her in my arms, and gave her a long and passionate kiss, just like in the movies, she just needed to raise her leg as I took over her. I caressed her body, kissed her all over, took my time exploring her, and wanted to understand how she reacted to me. Fuck, I dreamed about her for so many months, and now, she was right there in front of me.
“Let’s go to the bedroom, you’ll make me an old lady if we keep fucking on hard surfaces like the kitchen floor.”
She took me up the stairs, our bodies glued on one another, kissing, and she pulled me through the first door, and it was Tommy’s room, not hers. She said it was fine, and in the heat of the moment, I didn’t think much of it, or better yet, I didn’t give a fuck about it. I was doing what she was telling me to do, and that was more than enough. I could always pretend I didn’t realise until it was too late, but my cock knew it too well. She commented on how tan I was, and how I have put on muscle, she took her time squeezing my muscles, telling me how hard they were, even the legs, and I got her in the middle, me sitting down on my best friend’s bed, and I tell her to go down on me. I tried to recreate what the guy did to me back in those showers, but Susan just couldn’t take my cock as he did. Her mouth was either too small, or she just didn’t know how to get the teeth out of the way, or get tired too easily, so I opted to show her how to just focus on the head, and that was a good change, and she held my balls with the right amount of tightness.
I masturbated her until she cummed, I remember my fingers hurting by the time she finally reached her orgasm. Her body was beautiful, and to have all of that to myself, there’s no price high enough that could compensate for that.
She called Tommy, to know how long he was going to take to come back home, and we had a couple of hours to spend, so we cuddled, kissed, and hugged one another, she asked for some recovery time, but my kissing ignited her up again, and I promised her I’d give her the best fuck yet, “if I can hold my load for more than thirty seconds,” I joked. God, it was getting a little into me, always cumming so quick with her. She put her arms around me and said that I was just too pent up, but if I was worried, then to make some pauses. That’s how she taught her previous boyfriends back in the day. She got me blushing, and I thought we were too many years apart, and that was what made it all work. I loved her, and it didn’t matter what came before me. She was the only thing that mattered to me.
After prolonged foreplay, she got on top of me and took a ride, and I let her enjoy it. I assumed a sitting position as well, so we could keep our bodies as close as possible, and grabbed Susan in a way I could also thrust into her, using mostly my hips, and she was purring louder, holding tight against me. I made a first pause, just a couple of minutes, of kissing, holding her, telling her how pretty she looked, and then resumed it again, sucking on her titties.
We switch positions, and she laid on her back, legs over my shoulders, and I entered her deep. Her eyes rolled with each stroke, I grabbed her by the hips and watched her mum body flow with my fucking.
Then, she stretched her legs far out, with me supporting them on the knee joint, and went to town, able to give her a powerful thrust, she got her hands all over her face, her voice increasingly thin, and then hoarse, like she was howling, her tits bouncing, the bed banging against the wall, it was like a jackhammer, didn’t care, I was finally fucking her for longer than a few minutes, I was having the time of my life, she was reaching new heights with me, my legs were aching, fucking sore, but you don’t stop when a lady begs for more, so I didn’t. The single bed was now moving, creaking everywhere, she rolled onto her stomach, muffling her screams on the pillow, I kept fucking her, sweat pouring down like a stream, I heard a loud crack, continued, she was climaxing, I could see her body reacting, shit, I was almost there too, another crack, we suddenly sunk in the bed, she screams with me cumming inside her, and I finished with a series of powerful thrusts until I got nothing left to shoot.
Shit.
The bed was a mess.
The single bed wasn’t made for this kind of activity. The frame was broken, and the bed was now in the middle of the room, having left a trail on the floor. We had to recover first, and then I put back the bed with ease, but couldn’t hide the problem I created.
She took out his bed linen, and indeed, nothing to do. “We were thinking of buying some new furniture, anyway,” she said.
I didn’t even think of fucking in Tommy’s room, just did without thinking about the consequences. And now this. Shit. I get dressed, and she kissed me and said I gotta go, they must be arriving shortly.
They.
I didn’t process this straight away, but later on talking with Tommy he was spending the day with his dad, and they all had dinner later on. He told me they were “back together” as a family. I thought I was making her cheat on her husband but it didn’t make any sense to me. They were divorced because Dan, the ex, cheated on her, so why was she letting him in again? After I provided her with some of the best sex of her life?
It would be another week until we meet again. I told myself, we would put everything in clean plates, and if she was back with Dan, it would be game over, and I’d get another girl and forget about her. But it didn’t go like that at all.
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Can’t wait till next update