by Mia Ford
“Are you having déjà vu?” I asked as I let his cock impale me fully. I could feel him deep inside me, from my cunt to my throat. I pressed my palms into his chest and started working my hips back and forth.
“It’s even better now,” he said, his hands on my hips, lifting me up and down. “Now we know what we’re doing.”
“Yes…” I moaned. “We certainly… do…”
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the ride. Shane’s cock slid deep inside me, then slid slowly out and slid in deep again. I watched his face as I milked him with my pussy. His eyes were closed. His mouth hung open. His breath was getting heavier with every stroke. I was so grateful I had caught up to him before he left again. I was so happy. I knew in my heart that I would never let him leave me again without promising to return soon.
“Fuck… I’m getting… close…” he moaned. Even with the air conditioner running on high and the cold air coming from the vents in the roof, we were both sweating like pigs. Shane’s chest and neck and face were oily with it. Sweat sluiced down the center of my breasts and dripped onto him as I rocked my hips back and forth.
“God… your cock…so… big…”
“Your pussy… so fucking… tight…”
We smiled at each other as our orgasms hit. My body shuddered as I hammered my pussy up and down on him. I could feel the head of his cock slamming into my cervix. I gushed juices over his cock and balls. The scent of me filled the air. His entire body tensed as he filled my cunt with his hot milky goo.
We grunted like animals as we came.
We screamed each other’s names.
We held onto each other for dear life.
And when the orgasms were over, we lay in each other’s arms and didn’t say a word. We didn’t have to say anything. Our hearts were just fine doing the talking for us.
Epilogue: Shane
Who am I?
My name is Shane Andrew Mavic. I just turned thirty-years-old and as of two weeks ago, I am a retired Navy SEAL. I live in the tiny town of Gulf Breeze, Texas, population who the fuck cares. The old folks liked to say Gulf Breeze was located smackdab in the middle of nowhere, but had one hell of an ocean view. I reckon I couldn’t disagree. It sure beat the hell out of waking up in Afghanistan.
* * *
“Are you sure you don’t want to sell the place?” Juju asked for the tenth time as I walked her to her car with her ReMax sign under my arm. She opened the trunk and I slid the sign inside for her. “I mean, these people are serious buyers. I might get them to go as high as fifty-five.”
“No, I think I’ll hang on to the place for now,” I said, dusting off my hands. “I appreciate your efforts and if I need to reimburse you for anything just let me know. And if I change my mind I’ll give you a call.”
“Well, okay then.” She glanced at the house for a moment, then gave me a quick hug and got into her car and drove away. I stood on the curb, waving like a Beverly Hillbilly until she was out of sight.
“She sounded really disappointed,” Annabel said as I came back into the house and sat down at the kitchen table. Annabel was at the stove cooking burgers in my mom’s old iron skillet. I had been cutting up tomatoes at the table when Juju showed up to announce that she finally had a potential buyer.
“Yeah, well, she should have sold the place while I was away,” I said with a smile. “It sat on the market for three months.”
Annabel flipped the burgers and watched me out of the corner of her eye. “Are you glad that it didn’t sell?”
“I guess so,” I said. I picked up another tomato and cut it into slices. “I mean, it’s just an old house, but I have to live somewhere.”
“You could be living in a tiny apartment above a vet practice,” she said with a grin. Was that a hint, I wondered? Was she hoping that I would ask her to move in now that I was home and settled. We had spent every night together since I got home. Why shouldn’t we make it official?
I just said, “True.”
“What about the memories of growing up here?” she asked. “Are they going to bother you?”
I frowned at her and kept slicing. “Memories?”
“Your parents? Kenny? The fights?”
“Do you mean memories or ghosts?”
She turned the burgers over and put a lid on the pan to let them simmer in the grease for a minute. She picked up the bottle of Mountain Dew from the counter and brought it to the table to refill my glass. “Aren’t they one and the same?”
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I guess so, maybe. But I don’t believe in ghosts, and I don’t think memories can hurt you, unless you let them.”
“That’s good,” she said, brushing her fingertips down my cheek. She leaned down and kissed me on the tip of my nose. “I’m glad you’re home, Captain Mavic.”
“Me, too, Dr. Lee,” I said. I was glad she went back to her maiden name. I hated Bradley Bates with a passion in high school. It irked me to no end that he had married and abused Annabel like he did. If I ever ran into him in town maybe I’d bring up that fact and see what he had to say for himself.
“You know, maybe we can make a few memories of our own here,” I said with a casual shrug.
“What do you mean?”
“Like you said, it’s not much, but it’s better than living in an apartment above a veterinarian’s office.”
“Are you asking me to move in with you?” she asked, her eyebrows arched.
“I reckon I am,” I said. I set the knife on the table and wiped my hands on my shirt, then reached for her. I pulled her into my lap and nuzzled her neck as the burgers started smoking on the stove.
“The burgers are burning,” she said with a sigh.
“So am I,” I said as my hand went under her t-shirt to find her bare breasts. Her nipples hardened at my touch and she moaned in my ear. “Why don’t you turn them off and we’ll eat after.”
“After?”
“Yes,” I said, pressing my lips to hers. “After.”
BONUS EXTENDED EPILOGUE: Annabel
Shane and I got married six months after he left the SEALS. His Uncle Seth was the best man and Wendy was my maid of honor. We got married in the same little church my parents did, which thrilled them to death. Shane even asked my dad if it was all right with him if he married his daughter. My big, overprotective father cried like a baby and welcomed Shane with open arms.
We lived in the little house on Dilbeck Street and were as happy as newlyweds could be. Shane got a job working on an oil rig in the Gulf and my practice thrived. We were making a good living together and socking back money with the hopes of one day buying a ranch of our own outside of town. Shane was a cowboy at heart and loved to ride horses and tend cattle with his Uncle Seth. It was his dream to have his own spread, but land was expensive in south Texas, especially on the Gulf coast side.
The only downside was that we were so busy sometimes that we barely got to see each other. We’d pass each other coming and going and that was it. Shane was working double shifts and as the only vet in town, I was at the office twelve hours a day six days a week. Our marriage had its ups and downs, like most marriages I guess, but we were so head over heels we didn’t care. We were together and that was all that mattered.
* * *
“Rough day?” I asked as I came out onto the back porch and sat down next to Shane on the steps. He had showered and scrubbed after getting home from work, but I could still smell the oil on his skin and in his hair. It saturated the body and was impossible to wash away. My daddy said only time and distance got the smell of crude out of man’s skin.
“No rougher than most,” Shane said as I looped my arm through his and rested my head on his shoulder. “How about yours?”
“Same old same old,” I said with a sigh. “What are you doing out here?”
“Just sitting and thinking,” he said. It was nearing dusk and fall was in the air. I shivered a little and Shane put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close.
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“What are you thinking about?”
“Well, I was talking to Uncle Seth today.”
I glanced up at him. “And?”
“And he is thinking about retiring.”
“Really? To do what?”
“He says him and Aunt Wilma have been talking about moving to the mountains. Colorado or Montana maybe.”
“Wow. Why?”
Shane shrugged with his eyes. “He says he’s had his fill of Texas dust and the stink of cow shit on his boots. He thinks he’d like a change of pace.”
“How about that. What about their place?” I turned to gaze into his eyes. He was smiling. I knew at that moment something was up.
“Well, he would like for us to take it over.”
My mouth fell open. Seth had always bragged that the only way he’d leave Texas was in a pine box. “You mean take over his ranch? His cattle? Just buy him out lock, stock, and barrel?”
“Everything,” Seth said with a nod. “He’s showed me the books. It’s a working ranch, makes a nice profit every year. He’s willing to give us a good price if we want to buy it.”
“Wow,” I said again. “Can we afford it.”
“I’ve crunched the numbers and with what we’ve saved and my GI bill, yes, I think we can.”
“Is that what you want?” I asked. “Will you be happy being a small-time cattle rancher for the rest of your days?”
“If you’re with me,” Shane said. “I think that sounds…”
“Amazing?”
“Yeah. Amazing.”
I put my arms around his waist and leaned into him. “Can I ask you one question?”
He rested his cheek on the top of my head. “Just one?”
“Yes, just one.”
“Shoot.”
“How would you feel about having a little cowhand to help out on the ranch in about eight months?” I gazed up into his eyes. There were tears in his eyes. He gave a little chuckle and smiled.
“I think that would be…”
“Amazing,” I said.
“Yes. Simply amazing.”
THE END
BONUS SEX SCENE: FAALING FOR THE SEAL
Shane wanted to take a shower. It wasn’t because either of us necessarily needed a shower. It was because he loved to fuck me in the shower. And do other things. There was something about the suds and the steam and the hot water that really turned him on. Or maybe it was just having me all slick and naked in there with him, his big hands soaping my melon tits and tweaking my nipples and playing with my shaved pussy. My hand sliding up and down his long cock, my soapy finger teasing his asshole.
I won’t lie. Showering with Shane was one of my favorite things to do, too. His cock would get as hard and thick as a lead pipe and my pussy seemed to get extra hot and wet when we were fucking in the shower. I would get so wet that he could slide his big cock into my pussy with ease, then shift his cock to my ass without missing a beat or causing me any pain.
I had never been fucked in the ass before Shane talked me into trying it after a long night of doing everything else. Now, oh my, it was a major turn on. Just thinking about it got my panties wet, so when he asked if I wanted to join him I immediately said yes.
The shower was steaming as I slid the plastic curtain to the side and stepped into the tub to join him. Shane was already wet and already hard. He had the soap in his hand, lathering his body and his cock, getting it ready for me. I closed the shower curtain and pressed into him, my lips on his, our tongues dueling, hot and wet.
I couldn’t help but wonder what Shane’s parents would have said if they knew one day their son would be fucking me in their shower. His mother would have been disgusted and his old man mad as hell. The thought made me smile. I hated Shane’s parents for what they had done to him. I hoped they were both spinning in their graves as I drove their son wild in their shower.
“Hot enough for you?” Shane asked as he soaped up his hands and swirled the suds around my bulbous tits. My nipples plumped at his touch, like strawberry gumdrops that were dying to be sucked. He rolled my nipples under his thumbs and I moaned in delight.
His cock was like a stiff arm between us. It was nearly eleven inches long (yes, I had measured it), arrow straight and hard as a rock and round as a golf ball. I was tall and thin, but I could only take about half of his monster cock inside my pussy. That was enough to drive me crazy and it seemed to do the job for Shane. His long cock was great for blowjobs because I could deep throat half of it while milking the shaft with my hand. It drove Shane nuts, what he called my “magic blowjobs”.
The tip of his cock pressed into my bellybutton. I cupped his tight balls with one hand and wrapped the fingers of my other hand around his cock with my soapy palm underneath the shaft, sliding back and forth, back and forth, slowly as my fingers gently kneaded his balls.
“Mmm… that feels good…” Shane brought his hands up to cup my cheeks and kissed me, softly at first, just the lips, no tongue, then the passion rose and his mouth attacked mine, as if he were trying to devour me. My tongue swirled around his. His tongue drove deep into my mouth. I suctioned my lips around his tongue and sucked it like a chubby cock, sucking in and out, in and out. He moaned in my mouth.
“Does that feel good, baby?” I asked, his cock sliding back and forth along my palm. I felt it grow even harder in my hand; so hard it looked like the muscle might split the skin. His balls twitched in my hand. He loved my hand jobs.
“Yes,” he said, leaning back against the wall and bracing his feet so he wouldn’t slip and fall. He pressed his shoulders and palms to the wall and pushed out his hips, making his cock look even longer. “Suck it, baby… suck my big cock…”
I smiled and reached for the shower head to wash the soap off his cock and balls. I loved the taste of Shane’s cock in my mouth, but not so much a mouthful of soap. I rinsed him off with the shower head, then got to my knees in front of him with my hands back on his cock and balls.
“Is that what you like, baby?” I asked.
“Yes… oh yes…”
“I know you do…” I caressed his balls with one hand while I held his cock in the other. I pushed his cock back against his flat stomach so I could lick the underside of the shaft. My tongue went from the base to the slit and back. Shane growled like a caged animal dying to be set free. His ball sack was soft from the heat. I licked his balls for a moment, then took the skin between my lips and sucked on it as my hand slid up and down his cock.
“Yes… fuck… that’s… amazing…” Shane moaned. “Magic… blowjob…”
“How about this?” I slid my fingers under his balls and across his taint until the tip of my index finger was at his asshole. He was still slick and soapy back there. I felt him flex his asshole against my finger, giving me the sign that it was fine to come on in. The tip of my finger slid right in. I could feel Shane’s muscles tighten around my finger.
“Yes…” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “Yes… that’s it…”
I knew exactly what he liked. Shane loved to have his asshole fingered while I sucked his cock. And I was happy to oblige. I wrapped my lips around his cock and slowly leaned in until I felt the tip hit the back of my throat. I had perfected the “deep throat” on Shane way back in high school. I hadn’t had much chance to practice while he was gone. It was nice to know that some talents never go away. My little bag of tricks still sent Shane over the moon.
As I slowly slid Shane’s cock in and out of my mouth as far as it would go, my soapy finger probed his asshole. To the first knuckle… the next… all the way in… I moved my finger around his prostate and Shane literally gasped.
“Fuck… yeah… fuck… right there… holy… shit…”
I smiled up at him with his cock in my mouth. He was so fucking huge. It was like deep throating a giant sausage. My finger worked his ass and prostate while my hand and mouth worked his cock. Who knew I was so coordinated? Shane’s entire body tensed. His asshole clenched around my
finger, making it tighter and tighter for me to invade.
“I want you… I want to fuck you…” Shane said, reaching for me, wiggling his fingers. “I want to fuck your sweet pussy… NOW…”
“Yes, sir, Captain Mavic,” I said with a grin. I would have saluted him if my hands hadn’t been so full. I gave his cock a final kiss and let him push my finger from his ass. He helped me to my feet and pulled me close. I gave him a dreamy look. “How to you want me?”
“From behind,” he said, swallowing hard, breathless, his cock sliding up my belly, his balls pressed against my bare pussy. “I want your ass and your pussy… I want them both… now…”
“Mmmm, surprise…” I turned my back to him and braced my palms against the wall. I stood on my tiptoes with my back flat and my ass out. Shane took the soap and rubbed circles around my ass and pussy, which was already hot and dripping and ready to play. He dipped his fingers inside my cunt and they came out oily and wet. He used my pussy juices to lube up my ass.
“Pussy first,” he said, setting the soap aside and digging his fingers into my hips. I smiled at him from over my shoulder and took a deep breath. He positioned his stiff cock so the round head pressed to my hole without needing a hand. He slid the head in slowly. I could feel my hole stretching to accommodate his girth as he impaled me, first one inch, then another, then another. When the head of his cock hit my cervix, he stopped and slowly pulled away, then slid back in again.
“Fuck… baby… your big cock… feels so… fuck... does my pussy… feel good… to you…”
“Yeah… baby…” Shane said, his hips moving in and out in a steady rhythm. “Your pussy is so fucking… tight…”
I let my head hang and closed my eyes. My big tits swayed on my chest. I stood on my tiptoes to give him a better angle. My entire body was on fire, ignited by the heat from my cunt, the friction from Shane’s cock shooting sparks all through me. It didn’t take long before the first orgasm was shuddering through me, vibrating me to my bones, so hot it made me shiver. I could feel his cock all the way into my chest, into my throat. With a long moan I exploded, gushing, shooting hot juices all over his cock and balls.
