Ann: A Love Story Ch. 34

She caught our reflection in the window the same time that I did; our hard, naked bodies caught in an erotic sexual position of love filled carnal lust. Ann's thighs were exhibiting their sexy shape as I held them wider, pulling her open like a wishbone; her tight stomach showing off its perfect muscle tone. Her toes pointing toward the dark wood of the deck floor, her years of gymnastics evident in the perfect form she presented. Her pert breasts upturned, the hard nipples perched upon them pointing slightly upward, and heaving with each breath she drew inside her lungs. She was a wild tropical goddess, being served by the hard cock that was lewdly splaying her bronze pussy wide open from being stretched to its limit.

My arms were bulging as I held my lover in that wonderfully wicked position; as if I was showing the world that I was taking her...claiming her as mine in the most primitive way possible. My legs were revealing their definition; the muscles of my things and calves appearing more chiseled than I could ever remember. From the angle that Ann was in, half of my thick cock was showing, while the rest of the shaft remained sheathed inside her pussy, her labia gripping at the shaft. The thick veins appeared more pronounced than normal. My large balls sagged below the base, looming ominously as they waited to send their seed to wherever the goddess demanded. And behind us in the reflection, the backdrop of plant life seemed more like a tropical jungle, calling to us like we were a part of it.

"We look like Jane and Tarzan," Ann said breathlessly as she stared at the vision staring back at us in the glass. "God...I wish there was someone here to take a picture of us like this." It was a great thought. The image was striking, and I could feel my cock begin to throb harder. Ann giggled as I let out a loud Tarzan yell, not thinking about the time of day or where we were; it was better than I expected it to be, and she quickly opened the door so we could head back to the bedroom.

I walked us in to Sonya's room, lowering Ann to that mattress. She got on her hands and knees like she was coming in for a landing, my shaft still lodged deep into her pussy. I grabbed her hips, and started pounding hard and fast, making up for the slower, steady action we'd enjoyed on the back deck.

It didn't take long for Ann to cum again. Worked up from her first orgasm and the reflection we saw in the patio door, she was close another orgasm as soon as we had walked into the bedroom. Now, without the fear of waking up the neighbors early on a Saturday morning, Ann didn't hold back.

"OH...OH...OOHHHHHHHH! I'M CUMMING!"

Ann's screams were followed by some intense guttural muttering; all of it incoherent except for the occasional curse word she liked to let fly while we fucked. I slowed my pumping, wanting Ann to calm down a little. With sunlight filling the room, I looked at her hard tanned body writhing beneath me. My hands moved from her hips to her shapely ass, rubbing her cheeks as I made slow, deliberate strokes. Ann finally looked over her shoulders, giving me a wary smile.

"Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?" she asked playfully.

"What do you think I'm thinking?"

"You know what I think you're thinking...and I told you last night, it's yours. If you want it, just say so."

I was still struggling with it, thinking Ann might have some reservations. But the way she was talking; the inflection in her voice, combined with the look on her angelic face made me realize she'd been serious.

"I want to fuck your ass again, lover," I said, placing my hand on Ann's lower back, rubbing it gently in hopes of helping her relax.

But Ann didn't seem to need any preparation to get her ready. She lowered her upper body, first to her elbows, and then she placed her neck and chest on the soft mattress. Reaching behind her, Ann grabbed her ass cheeks while I was still buried in her wonderful pussy, spreading them; enticing me with her tight, pinkish hole.

I was certainly lubed enough. Ann's latest orgasm had seen to that. I pressed the slickened head in her crack, slowly forcing it past the opening. Stretching it wide, Ann grunted for a moment, before offering a smile as she bit her lip.

"Don't stop, Neil. Go slow, but give it to me all at once, baby," she said quietly.

So, I kept pressing forward. When I was about a third of the way inside, Ann's walls totally relaxed, and a second later the force with which I'd been pushing had my balls touching the wetness of her pussy. It seemed easier than I'd expected it to be, but I was still wary of going too fast too soon. Ann wasn't having any of that.

"It's okay, lover. Use my ass. Fuck me as hard as you want. I've been waiting months to do this...and after last night, I know I can handle it. Just fuck me, babe...I want to feel you cum deep in my ass."

Ann wasn't going to have to ask me a second time. I started fucking her hard and deep, making long, exaggerated strokes with my hips. Ann was moaning. It was a happy, contented sound, coming from deep in her throat, making me shiver with excitement. When she felt my body quake, Ann actually giggled.

"Do you like fucking my ass?" she asked.

My answer to her rhetorical question was to ram her harder, and grunt. I suddenly felt like Tarzan, primal and untamed. Ann was my possession, at least, her ass was...that's how she'd put, and that was the way I was thinking about it at the moment. And in my mind, I was marking her as mine. I said nothing, letting my grunting speak for me. That and the savage way I was reaming her.

Yet the more I became uncontrolled in my wild fucking, the bigger the smile grew on Ann's radiant face. Her head was turned, lying on the mattress as she stared back at me. Her eyes were open and glazed over, giving her a distant appearance. But her smile and the moaning that was coming from her chest told a different story. Ann continued to pull her ass cheeks wide for me. It was her way of showing that she wanted me to do what I was doing, offering herself to me. And I loved what I was doing, but I was tired of standing. I was tired, period.

I pulled out, and Ann groaned. "Why did you stop?" she asked.

I climbed up on the bed and pushed Ann tenderly onto the mattress on her left side. Moving up behind her, I slipped my cock back inside her gaping asshole, and resumed taking it, making it mine.

Ann screamed as I reached around and grabbed her tit, squeezing it in my hand. "Yes baby, fuck me. Cum for me...cum in my ass!" she pleaded again.

Just being in a different position seemed to spur me on, and it brought me to the edge of my much needed orgasm. The strokes were becoming shorter and shorter, leaving my cock wedged inside as I pumped frantically. Ann was urging me on, wanting to feel me unload inside her tight ass.

"I'M CUMMING LOVER!" I screamed out, arching my back to hold my pulsing shaft in place while it exploded, my balls retracting in a violent reaction as they released the sperm they held inside.

"FUCK! Your cum is so hot!" Ann said as she felt me coating her back door with a huge load.

"OH...DAMN!" I yelled out, my legs shaking a little as I felt my shaft being squeezed by the walls of her rectum. Ann was doing that deliberately, and the feeling was incredible.

I was exhausted, too tired to pull my still hard prick out. My chest was pressing into Ann's back, rising and falling quickly as I tried to catch my breath. I started to try to move, but Ann reached behind us and grabbed my ass, holding me in place.

"Don't hurry, sweetie. Let's just stay like this for a little while, okay." All I could do was nod, and Ann let out a little chuckle. I started to say something, but she said, "Ssshhh. Just rest...we don't have to be at Uncle Marty's until this afternoon."

~*~*~*~*~*~

I woke up to an empty bed, and the sound of the shower running. It seemed to take forever for my bleary eyes to finally be able to read the clock I never noticed before on the nightstand next to me. It was just before 11:00, and I'd slept over 3 hours by my guess.

"I hope this means I'm finally on California time now," I said as I lifted my body up off the mattress and swung my feet over the side. Resting my soles on the beautiful hardwood floor, I took a deep breath and thought about Ann. I could hear the shower running, and I pictured her in there, the soapy water running down her naked body. My cock twitched a little, but I resisted the urge to leap up and rush in. We were going to be together for a week before we'd get home. As much as I wanted to make love to her again, or fuck her, I knew I had to pace myself. I remembered my Dad cautioning me, telling not to 'tear it up' too soon. I smiled when I thought about my relationship with him, and how it had grown since Ann came into my life. I couldn't imagine him saying something like that before I was with her.

As I thought of my Dad...it was only natural to think of my Mom too. When I would think of my parents, I would often think of the last moment I was with them...since it was the freshest in my mind. That was why I was reminded so easily of Dad, kidding me as we said goodbye at the airport, teasing me not to tear up Ann because we'd be together all week. When I thought of my Mom, I remembered her in the driveway, kissing me goodbye and telling me to be careful. And I remembered telling her...

"Shit!" I exclaimed out loud. Looking at the clock to see the time again, my heart sank. Glancing to the left, I sighed as I realized what I needed to do. I wasn't upset as much as I was pissed at myself.

"Hello?" My Mom's all too familiar voice sounded peaceful on the other end of the line.

"Hi, Mom," I said, listening for any angst or anger in her voice.

"Neil!"

"Sorry, Mom...I know I told you I'd call last night when I got here. I'm..."

"It's okay, Neil. I knew you'd call when you got a chance."

"But you must have been worried. I'm really sorry."

"Neil, I knew you'd check in eventually. It's not like I'm not used to going days without hearing from someone I love when they travel. Think of all the times we were at home while your father was on the road. It's not like he called us every night."

"I know. But this was a little different."

"It was for you...not for me. Like I said, I'm used to it. But I appreciate that you were concerned about me. And besides, Jean called early this morning to say you made it okay."

"Jean? How did she know? Ann didn't call her."

"I guess Ann asked her friend to call so we'd know...the one that picked you up at the airport. Ann must have known you'd be too...busy...to call. Did you have a good flight?"

"Uh...yeah. Sonya called Jean?" I said, shaking my head as I glossed over Mom's comment, and her question. It was amazing that Ann would think to have Sonya do that...and I felt my heart jump a little, to know she thought so much of my parents that she didn't want them to worry.

"Yeah. I understand you stayed at her place last night. Did you get any sleep?" she said with a little laugh.

"I slept some. This time change is really kicking my butt. I just woke up a little bit ago."

"Well, you'll get used to it. And I'm sure you didn't go right to sleep anyway," she said, laughing again.

"What do you mean?" I asked, not thinking about the way she was talking, or laughing.

Mom sighed and said, "Come on, Neil. I'm not THAT naïve. I know how I was when you're father was gone on those long trips. I couldn't wait to get my hands on him."

"Mom!"

"What? It's not like I don't know you two love each other, or that you love to fuck."

"MOM!" I said, not believing she just said that.

She laughed again, and said, "I'm sorry to be so blunt, honey. But face it, Ann didn't exactly hold back when she was around us when it came to talking about sex...now did she? So, there's no point in pretending now. I think we just need to be honest about it. The fact is...you two have been apart for months. And if you're anything like your father, I'm guessing Ann is walking a little bowlegged right now."

"Geez, mom...will you stop!"

"Ha...I'm sorry, honey. I am surprised she's let you out of her sight long enough to call me, though."

"She's in the shower."

"And you're not in there with her? I always loved doing it in the shower."

"Good God, Mom...what's gotten in to you?"

She laughed and said, "You're not the only one on vacation, Neil. We've got the house to ourselves...for the first time in a long time. Let's just say I didn't get a lot of sleep last night either. And if you must know, I'm still in bed."

I laughed and said, "No...I DIDN'T need to know that. I suppose Dad's there with you listening to all of this."

"No...you can relax. He stepped out for a little bit. He went to get me some something to eat. So...tell me, what was it like seeing Ann at the airport?"

"It was pretty special. It's hard to believe we were apart for so long, really."

"I know what you mean. The longest your father was every away was right after we were first married. He was in the service, stationed in Germany. We were apart for almost a year. When he came back, it was like we had to get to know each other all over again. It was amazing...the things I forgot. I'm sure you had a moment or two last night where Ann seemed totally different. In a lot of ways, that was really actually exciting."

I thought about how Ann had deep throated me so effortlessly, and how she'd willingly let me take her virgin ass. Yes, she did seem different in a lot of ways. In fact, as Mom mentioned, I had an image hit my mind...one of Ann and me on the deck. There was something out of sorts, and I had this strange feeling come over me. One I couldn't place. I put it in the back of my mind for a moment and said, "It was nice to feel her in my arms again...I won't lie about that. And it was exciting."

"I'm sure it was. When you father came back to the states, it was like we were newlyweds again. And truthfully, I made a promise to myself to treat every time he came home from a trip like it was when he was gone in Europe. He's always called it reunion sex. But I always thought of it as 'keeping my man in line' sex.

"What in the world does that mean?"

"Well, he would be gone three or four days on the road, in other towns or cities, alone in some hotel room at night. He's a man...and I'm sure he had a wandering eye from time to time. I just made sure he knew he had something to look forward to when he came home."

"Mom...Dad would never cheat on you."

"I know...but it certainly didn't hurt to make sure he didn't have a reason too. And it wasn't like I wasn't looking forward to it too. It was fun coming up with ways to be creative...especially with you and your brother around."

Mom and I talked for another couple of minutes, but then I heard a noise in the background on the phone. "You're father's home," she said excitedly.

"Are you okay," I asked.

"Yes, sweetie. But I have to go," she said, sounding hurried.

"Okay."

"You be careful this week, okay. And have fun getting to know Ann again. I'm sure you'll be making little discoveries all week long."

"Okay Mom...tell Dad I said hi, and enjoy your dinner."

"Dinner?"

"Yeah, you said he was getting you something to eat."

"Oh...well, I didn't mean dinner," she said laughing again.

"Well it's too late for lunch for you. What did he get you, a snack?"

"You could say that. We ran out of Redi-Whip. I have to go, honey. Bye," she said with a laugh, which was followed by a click. I hung up the phone, laughing as I shook my head again.

Mom had mentioned to me about getting to know Ann again, but it sounded like she was taking the opportunity of me being out of the house for a week to do the same with Dad. And frankly, who could blame either of them. It had to be nice for the two of them have the house to themselves again. That they were wasting little time in taking advantage of it really shouldn't have surprised me.

What did was my Mom's grasp of what it was like to be apart from someone you love. I had never looked at those absences from Dad, and how they impacted her when I was younger. I only knew I missed him through my eyes...as a son, wanting to spend more time with his Dad. But now that I knew just how sexually active my parents were all along, it gave me a new perspective on their relationship. The idea of rediscovering each other after those absences, even if they were just a few days, made me smile.

And that thought brought me full circle, back to Ann and me on the deck again. My brain was locked on the erotic image of the two of us reflected in the patio door window. There was something different about Ann that I couldn't place. The scene was ingrained in my head like a photograph, and I studied it over and over. I scanned it in my brain, from the gentle brown curls flowing down her head, to the manicured, painted nails of her pointed toes. I smiled when I thought of her beautiful bronzed skin, and the way her pussy gave off a kind of golden glow as my thick shaft pierced it.

"Wait a minute," I said as the proverbial light bulb appeared over my head and turned itself on. Springing up off the bed, I practically sprinted towards the bathroom.

But as I got there, I froze. The door was closed, and I was reluctant to just burst inside, even though I wanted to. Even though Ann and I were engaged, we had never talked about personal barriers and common courtesies. Being who I was, and being raised in a certain way, a closed door meant the need for privacy. And I wasn't going to cross that line. Wondering if I should wait or go away, I stood silent. But my curiosity wasn't going to go away either. So finally, I knocked.

"Come in, baby!"