True Stories #2: First Love (Lost Forever) [MF] [MILF] [Long]

*The following account has been translated and edited into English, and although written in first person, is in no way my own first hand experience, but the story of a friend / acquaintance*

Part 1 of this story which takes place 15 years before, can be found [here] (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7gcvde/true_stories_1_first_love_village_life_mf/?st=JALWRBZT&sh=64566dbc)

**Chapter 1**

If you don’t already know, my name is Nizam and I am a 27 year old native Iban born in a village that looked something like [this](https://www.123rf.com/photo_84318138_a-village-by-the-river-in-sarawak-kuching-malaysia-landscape-view-of-the-local-house.html). I had many fond memories of the Village where I met my first love, and had my first sexual encounter. That first love also became my first heart break as she (not by choice) married a local timber baron and disappeared from my life.

Since then I studied hard and made my way to the USA on scholarship, secured a job as a photojournalist, and married an American woman who bore me a beautiful baby boy. But I still had an itch to go back to Borneo, just to see how things were like. My wife offered to stay back in the US to take care of our son, while I applied for a few days of leave and flew back to my homeland.

After 13 hours on a plane, and 5 hours on a bus, I dropped off at the west end of the village. The “village” looked more like a town now, and sadly, swaths of the forest were cut down, and the once clean river that I used to love, was now filled with trash from the timber factories.

I learnt from my old school teacher that most of the people I knew were either gone or dead – save Haslina, my first true love. I wasn’t sure what to expect. I knew it would be awkward, but I was just craving to see more familiar faces.

After her husband passed, Haslina bought a secluded bungalow much farther up river and deeper into jungle. The next day, I rented a bike and rode through the rain to find her.

I pressed the door bell and waited in anticipation and as it opened, there stood a middle aged woman who resembled the Malaysian actress [Putri Mardiana] (http://plbgaimacam.blogspot.sg/2014/12/6-foto-terkini-putri-mardiana-dicekup.html?m=1).

“Haslina?”

She had a frown on her face as she tried to figure me out.

“I’m Nizam! From the village! Remember when we… when we used to hang out at the market?”

Her frown turned into a smile as she came out from behind the door, dressed in a faded maxi dress with spaghetti straps. The dress contours betrayed her buxom figure and large breasts, which were nearly spilling out of them. Clearly an old dress from when she was a size smaller.

“Wow Nizam…. Look at you, I can’t even recognize you anymore… How have you been? ” She stammered.

“Life is good… I’m living in the US now. I just came back to see how everything’s like back in the village.”

“Well it’s not like what it used to be… Have you had your lunch?”

We caught up with each other’s lives as we ate, I showed her photos of my wife and kid, while she told me stories of what happened to the other kids from the village. Then, at the end of the meal, she took out a pack of cigarettes and offered me one – I declined.

“Since when did you start smoking?” I asked

“My husband smoked like a chimney… the only way to not feel sick from the smell was to start smoking myself.” She said with a smile as she took a drag.

She folded one arm under her chest as she rested her cigarette hand on the table. She was still as beautiful as before – curvy, buxom, and with that same air of mystery about her. Her skin seemed fairer than before, and extremely well maintained – evidence of the opulence she was exposed to as the wife of the Tungku. I tried to stay fixated on her face, but I started remembering how her young naked body looked.

“Doesn’t it get lonely all the way out here?” I asked.

She took another drag as she chuckled, “Honestly, I wish I had children of my own. I regret not having cherished that opportunity when I was younger. As for the village… everyone we ever knew is gone.”

“Then why did you come back here?”

“I miss being next to the river.” She looked straight into my eyes; by now the memories of our river encounter trickled into my mind.

“Yeah. Those were the days.”

I tried to distract myself by clearing the dishes and washing them in the sink- but she startled me as she came over and hugged me from behind. I felt how soft and warm her breasts were on my back – she obviously wore nothing underneath. She took a long sniff at the back of my neck. My hands were soaped, so there was nothing I could do.

I felt my loins stir as my heart began to race. My mind kept coming back to that image of her naked body standing over the shallow river. All I could hear was her breathing, and the rain hitting the zinc roof above us.

I continued to rinse the dishes, pretending not to notice. For the next 5 minutes, I let her have her way with me; her hands wandered onto my chest and arms; bigger and more muscular than when we last met 15 years ago. She moved her hand down to grace my erection – by now it was painfully obvious.

“You’re a man now Nizam.”

I cleaned my hands and turned back to hug her – her warm, soft body pressed against my cold, hard one. She had a feminine scent in her hair – expensive shampoo if I might have guessed? Different from the musky sweaty odor of her youth; but still arousing nonetheless.

She used to tower over the 12 year old me. But now, I towered over her. She melted as I tightened my hug on her.

“I missed you Haslina.” I said as I pulled away, hands still on her lovely waist. She looked up at me, expecting a kiss.

“But I’m married now, and I love my wife.”

Her dreamy smile turned into one that struggled to hide her disappointment.

“That’s good. I’m glad that you’re happy now.” She pulled away completely.

**Chapter 2**

“You should stay, at least until the rain dies down. It’s a long way back to town and these roads are notoriously prone to mud slides.”

I laughed as began to pick up my things,

“Look I’m sorry for what happened, I was just lonely… and it’s been a while since I saw a familiar face; not to mention yours. But it’s really not safe to ride through the rain right now, not when it’s storming.” She responded in a matter of fact way.

After what just happened – and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it – I was worried that the longer I overstayed my welcome, the more likely I would fall into the trap of cheating on my wife.

“Okay fine. I’ll wait for the rain to stop.” I put my things back down and dropped back down onto the living room couch. “I’m sorry if I led you on… I didn’t mean to.” I tried my best to dissolve the situation further.

“Well, it’s just too bad for a horny old lady” she said in a joking manner as she lit up another cigarette. “Hey don’t mind if I just clean up the back and get the laundry done? You can watch TV if you like.” She turned it on before disappearing into the kitchen.

After an hour of staring at the news channel, I got bored and started snooping around. I saw that most of the photos on the wall were from her younger days – one of them was her sitting beside me at the market stall as we went through math revision.

“Was that why you became a journalist instead?” She dumped a bunch of washed clothes on the couch. “I guess you really hated my math lessons huh?” She smiled as she began folding the clothes.

“Heh, yeah that’s one of the reasons… The other was because you told me to be who I wanted to be, and I’d rather be dead than to be an accountant” I replied, as I started to help her out with the laundry.

She chuckled at the statement “Well I’m glad I taught you well… but really, I’m happy that it all worked out for you. As long as you’re happy and free, that’s all that matters.”

But did I though? Her words were for me to **feel what I wanted to feel** I loved my wife and son dearly, there is no doubt about that. I haven’t been happier since.

But why is it that when I felt her warm embrace for the first time in 15 years, all I could think about was our time together at the river? Suddenly I felt as if a part of me was missing. I wasn’t as whole as I thought I was.

*Feel what I wanted to feel*

Was I? Really?

Is it the nostalgia? The forbidden nature of our youthful tryst? Or was it simply just the jet lag messing with my hormones?

Before long, we were done with all the folding. Again, she lit up another cigarette.

I reached out and took the cigarette from her mouth and took a drag. God damn I needed one to keep all that sexual frustration under control.

“Not so healthy after all huh?” She remarked.

“They have much stronger shit back in America”

Just as I passed the cigarette back to her, the lights and the TV went out.

“Shit not again…”

She stood up, took one last drag and stubbed it out.

“I hope they have much stronger electricity there too. I’m going to have to check the power box at the back.”

“Let me help!”

The storm was getting worse. Our attempts at staying under the umbrella were futile as the rain was beating down on us hard. We shuffled our way to the power box at the back as she took out the key and struggled to unlock it.

She tried forcing the key in but it wouldn’t turn. She shook it hard, but it still wouldn’t budge.

“Let me try!” I took over and passed her the umbrella – but at this point, we were both effectively drenched to the skin.

“Shit!” The key snapped.

I looked back at her, and there she was again; the Haslina I once knew.

Her dress was soaked and stuck to her skin, her large tear shaped breasts, areolas, and stiff nipples were now obvious to me.

She saw how my eyes wandered, and she knew. She dropped the umbrella onto the mud and let the rain soak us to the skin.

I lost all sense of logic or consequence.

I gently pushed both straps off her shoulders and down onto her waist. Her breasts spilled out and greeted the droplets of rain beating down on her skin. They were sagging slightly, and had stretch marks and wrinkles around them, but they were still the same beautiful breasts that I remembered from before. I put my hands on them and squeezed hard as my large and thick fingers sank deep into them. She let the dress drop down to her mud stained ankles while I took off my shirt and pulled down my pants without hesitation. The cold air and rain on my hot swollen member felt good. It felt like how the river felt when we went in naked together, 15 years ago.

Where she once had her way with my 12 year body, now it was my turn to have my way with hers.

With one hand on the nape of her neck and the other on her soft fleshy ass, I pulled her in and we locked lips. Our tongues fought each other, while her soft breasts and my rock hard member were crushed between our wet, slithering bodies.

My hands ran up and down her buxom figure, enjoying every bit of her skin.

She looked into my eyes, as if in a trance. She placed her hands on my heaving chest, kissed my neck, my tummy, and the tip of my swollen member as she went on her knees. She looked up at me.

“You’ve grown so big…”

I watched as her lips traced the tip all the way down to my thick bush – she gagged a little, but she swallowed me whole!

I was no longer the scrawny 12 year old. I was now a man. I was now an animal.

I grabbed her hair and jerked into her – she moaned in shock – her fingers traced their way onto my clenched ass and grabbed it tight. I jerked again, and again, picking up the pace as she gagged.

It felt good. But no, it was not enough.

I could not bear to waste the rest of her. It would not be doing justice to all the sex and beauty my goddess could offer. I pulled out of her orifice as she struggled to catch her breath. I went down to her level and caressed her face:

“You gave me a part of you before I left. But I want the rest of you. I can’t ever be whole, not until I have all of you to myself.”

She said nothing, but slowly, she turned around, still on her knees, resting her elbows on the mud. From there she raised up her fleshy ass and with one hand opened it up to reveal the untamed bush and fleshy lips of her sex. She looked back at me in anticipation.

I took a moment with my hands to appreciate the goddess’ fleshy ass and thighs – not as muscular or as athletic as I remember – but as soft, shapely, and as comforting as her bosoms. I bent down to kiss her offering to me, before letting my tongue loose on her sex.

“Oh Nizam…” she gasped.

Her smell was amazing. It was even stronger than I remembered. I relished it as my tongue went up and down her vagina lips, frantically searching inside and out for her thick and swollen clit. She shuddered away on instinct when I found it; the pleasure was too much – but I relented, I pulled her back toward me. No not now, she would not escape. I will leave no part of her untouched. I tightened my grip on her waist as my tongue assaulted her clit, forcing her surrender until she contorted and shuddered. She went limp.

Finally, the strength of the goddess was now tamed. I can now be the man worthy enough to take her whole.

I leaned in with my large and swollen member; hard and throbbing, veins in all its glory – no longer the pathetic plaything she toyed with in her hands. I slid the tip of my swell into her.

“OH FUCK!”

She melted as I pushed and slid the rest of my member into her. My hot throbbing manhood sliding into her warm and wet sex – **there was truly nothing between us now** The cold and heavy rain contrasted with the warmth and comfort of her secret place. I reached forward and squeezed her bosom, her back, and her neck – my hands roamed every part of her. She moaned; and she was loud. She moaned and moaned like an animal in heat being taken by her bull as I ramped up the pace, sliding in and out of her faster and faster. I gripped both her arms and pulled her off the floor as my member continued to defile her from behind. Her eyes rolled back into white as she shuddered and wailed senselessly. She came a second time. I bit her and savored the skin on the nape of her wet neck. She mustered what little strength she had left to turn toward me just so she could offer her lips to me – my tongue defiled her orifice from the front, while my swollen member defiled her sex from behind as her soft and powerless physique was engulfed by my hard embrace.

“Plant your seed inside me Nizam”

Fuck.

“I want to bear your children”

I had a family. I had my own life. But to hear my goddess say that she wanted my seed? Wanted to bear my child? Her primal instincts were made clear. She wanted the seed of a man that was strong, a man that worshipped her body her mind and her spirit. That was the final stroke to my climax.

With a loud cry, we both shuddered and came together, her vagina clenched my throbbing manhood as it spurt again and again; all of my hot seed spilled inside her womb. Wave after wave of euphoria – we relished it together, our rhythms in sync, away from the rest of the universe.

**In that moment, we were both one, and we were both whole**

I should have done it at the river 15 years ago. Instead of merely planting my seed in her mouth, I should have planted it in her womb. Had I been strong enough to had done it back then, perhaps our lives would have been very different today. Perhaps we would have been whole from the start.

I remained inside her as we regained our strength. Our hands explored each other as I embraced her from behind. The cold rain on our bodies, a much needed respite from the wild explosion of energy.

**Chapter 3**

We dried ourselves in the dark as we lit candles in our nakedness. What need was there for clothes? This part of the world was now ours, and we were both our true selves.

We spent the night engaging in filthy acts on each other. She would suck my swell as I explored her clit with my fingers. I would pin her down on the floor and force myself into her warm wet and slathering sex – and we kept going until we came, again and again. I filled her with as much of my seed as I could offer.

By the time we were awake, it was noon. She made me a wonderful breakfast and packed my things for me as I showered. I was spoilt by her tender care.

“I will come back once I settle things back home.”

She smiled with that disappointed expression again, a futile attempt at hiding her sadness.

“You’ve grown into such a man but at heart you’re still the same silly boy I know.”

She leaned in to peck my lips.

“Nizam, I’m happy with what you have given me. It is more than I can ever ask for.”

“I can’t just leave you. Not right now. Not when we’ve finally found each other.” I held her close.

“Your wife and son need you. Don’t ever lose them Nizam. Not even for me.”

Was she really saying this? She wants to bear my children, but yet she wants me to stay with my wife and keep my life in tact?

“If I am with child, I will raise it in your honor. It is and will always be yours. But the both of us can never happen like you imagine it to be. I love you Nizam. I want you to be happy. And that is why you should keep your wife and son by your side..”

“Please Haslina. Just wait for me. I will contact you when I’m in the states, and I will be back again to find you.”

I regret leaving her that day. I could have missed my flight, I could have just disappeared and gone ahead to start a new life with her in the jungle.

Instead, I went back, and after countless unrequited emails to her and some months later, I could take it no more.

I flew back to look for her. But she was no longer there. The new owners of the house mentioned that when she was pregnant with her baby – my baby – she moved to the city, presumably to give her child a good life. I did all I could to try and find an address, a phone number, but i got nowhere.

She was gone. Again.

I spent the rest of my life wondering if she was okay, and if my baby was okay. I’d like to imagine that Haslina, with all her inherited wealth, would give the child a good life. She would give the child the kind of freedom to be and to feel – the kind of freedom she never had.

I thank her for letting me keep my family intact. I hate her for taking away my chance at a life with her. But most of all, I love her for all that she taught and gave to me.

If it were not for Haslina, I would not be the man that I am today.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7gn08x/true_stories_2_first_love_lost_forever_mf_milf