Variations in the Seasons – 2

But like any Olympic champion, her routine ended as she eventually got winded. Though for a moment, I actually wanted to stand up and applaud.

“That’s just one of my amazing feats,” she informed me. “Amazing what one can do without the use of both limbs isn’t it?”

I wasn’t about to argue with that. I was amazed. And we soon put that newfound talent of hers to use in another position as well, though this one was my idea. Actually standing on her bed, with Rose leaning against the wall, I stood behind her. Leaning forward only slightly, it was a unique sensation to slip into her that way. The smoothness of her shortened leg just barely touched me off to one side as I slid inside her. One hand wrapped around that short leg, half holding, half lifting her in place.

The angle was uniquely different as we stood there together, my cock thrusting in and out of her slowly, yet continuously. My other hand once again coming around to grasp and fondle her magnificent breasts as we fucked yet for the third time in the evening. Something I again hadn’t managed to do in more years than I could remember.

“Oh fuck, fuck Thomas that’s nice…that feels so damn good!”

I skewered her, thrusting in and out of that heavenly passage of hers wildly until I soon felt the beginnings of yet another intensely satisfying orgasm begin to manifest itself. Rose too sensed it, suddenly spinning off and away from me in a flash before I even knew what was going on.

Another first for us. Maybe it was the times back then. Who knows. She’d certainly given me some pretty amazing blowjobs back then while we’d been dating, but I’d never once ever cum in her mouth. Not like I was complaining or anything. She loved it when I squirted all over her tits, and I actually enjoyed doing that, seeing that. Especially when she rubbed it into them afterwards. But as I said, never once had I finished off in her mouth either.

Now…here she was, back down on her knees, (well sort of anyway) my rock-hard cock in her mouth, as she sucked it unlike I’d ever had it sucked before, including my wife Stella, though I wasn’t thinking that at the time thankfully. All I knew was, this was again a totally new sensation to me, and I was in seventh heaven for the third time that night.

I felt her soft warm hand cup my balls, gently kneading them. Her other hand slow-stroked my prick up and down as she knobbed the head of my prick making sweet, decadent popping sounds with her lips as she pursed them around the head, pulling on it, before engulfing it all over again. I thought she was going to tear the head off…and in fact I wanted her to, as good as that felt.

“Fuck! Rose!”

All she did was moan happily, almost greedily around my cock head, urging me on. No further coaxing was needed. I felt the surge of my pleasure suddenly racing up the length of my shaft, seconds later my semen exploding inside her mouth as she swallowed vigorously in an effort to keep from drowning as I flooded her mouth with my seed. Even after she had pulled from my prick every last drop,

she continued to suckle me, her lips just as sweet in their softer ministrations, her hands still gently fondling my cock and balls as I slowly sank to my own knees there in front of her, melting like an ice cream cone next to her there on the bed.

Now don’t laugh. But I fell asleep going down on her, though not before she’d had one more nice naughty little climax before falling asleep herself that way. By morning, we were cozied up together there on her bed, me snuggled comfortably between her breasts, her smooth short leg which she used to actually caress my side with as we slowly woke up before ending up in the shower together.

“So…any plans for the day?” She asked.

It was Sunday. I was expected to show up for dinner at Glity’s house later that evening. And not that Glity wasn’t a good cook, because she was, but under the circumstances, I’d much rather spend time with Rose, especially as she once again stood there leaning against the wall in her shower as I so easily slipped inside her again, much like we had done there on her bed the evening before.

“Just fucking you,” I told her. “Though I do need to make a quick phone call,” I added.

She laughed at that. “Well, besides fucking me…and doing whatever else we decide to do…how about having dinner later as well? Only…I’d like to see your place this time.”

“Ok,” I said slowly, trying to imagine what I might have in my nearly empty cupboards we could fix, not coming up with much. “We might have to stop at the store though…about all I really have is peanut butter and bread.”

Once again she laughed. “Been a while since I’ve had one of those,” she told me. “Got any Jam?”

Now it was my turn to laugh. “Yeah…two, Strawberry and Raspberry!”

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As I’d expected, Glity was a little concerned and worried when I called to let her know I wasn’t coming over for dinner that evening, though I refused to tell her the reasoning behind that, simply telling her I was really tired and that I planned on going to bed early, which was the truth of course. Just not in quite the way she took its meaning to be. As fast as everything had happened, I wasn’t quite ready to say anything to anyone yet.

Especially as it was still too soon for Rose and I to honestly know where, if anywhere, any of this was actually going. In all likelihood, it was nothing more than a healing encounter for the two of us, and wouldn’t go much beyond that. And though the girls in particular had been pestering me to get out more, I don’t think they meant for their old man to start shacking up with someone.