One for the Price of Two

Alec brought an end to my contemplation of his sexual organ by rolling me on to my back. His hand tenderly caressing my breast, he took a nipple into his mouth and suckled me. It took me back nearly eighteen years, to when I breastfed him. "If only," I thought, "I had milk to give him now, just to feed him once more." But now, it was another hunger I would satisfy in him. I would nourish another human craving.

As one hand massaged my breast, the other explored my body, moving down slowly to my mons, then further down to slip a finger into my entrance, with his thumb once more circling my clitoris.

I as giving out little squeals of pleasure, then he stopped, moved down to my vulva, and putting a couple of pillows under my buttocks, he raised my vulva to his mouth, and parting my outer lips, he exposed the inner little buds.

I felt his tongue start to lick me, tasting my female fluids as I had tasted his pre-cum. My squeals became more intense as his tongue thrust, first into my entrance, then began to circle my clitoris.

I was hanging on the edge of my orgasm, trying to fight it off until he had entered me with his penis.

At last, he came over me, searching with the crown of his shaft to find my opening. I reached down with my hand and guided him in.

He slipped in very gently, moving slowly along my tunnel as if he were relishing each moment, each little movement that took him deeper. He fitted tightly and I felt him against the warm moist walls of my vagina. I gripped my muscle round his shaft, and he gave a loud moan of ecstacy and plunged in to the full depth of his long shaft, pressing up against my cervix.

I now released myself from the restraint I had exercised, and let my orgasm come. It roared in like a raging storm, flinging me into a maelstrom of swirling coloured lights. I heard screams, and distantly knew they were mine.

It was not until we had calmed down I discovered how intense our coupling had been, and what wounds I had inflicted on Alex with my teeth and nails.

Now, in the midst of the urgency of our loving and lust, I was unaware of the madness that must have overtaken me.

I felt Alec put his hands under my buttocks to raise my vagina so as to give him maximum depth. I wrapped my legs round him, and with what sound like a shout of wild exultation, he burst into me with his semen.

His detonation into me seemed to stimulate my orgasm further, the maelstrom whirled me even faster, the lights grew more intense, and my whole body was shaking with the force of our union.

My climax came as Alec made a desperate thrust into me with the final burst of his ejaculation. I think the noise we made in that moment must have awakened the whole neighbourhood.

I was coming down on the other side, pleading with Alec not to withdraw. Actually he made no move to part from me, but lay panting, his organ slowly slackening, as he searched for words of love to pour over me.

My screams had now fallen away to become little squeals of pleasure again, as still shaking with the diminishing reverberations of my orgasm, I held on to him, and like him, trying to find the words to express the power of the love I felt for him.

However articulate a person might be, there are some things that go beyond words, like experiences of the holy that some people have encountered. Any words that are used are unworthy of the actual experience.

That is how I, and I think Alec also, felt about this, our first true coupling.

The little shock waves I was experiencing finally faded, then ceased, but still I wanted him to stay in me, and he made no move to withdraw.

At that moment, I had one of those odd humorous thoughts one can get in these moments, and I spoke it aloud.

"Darling, if that didn't fertilise me, nothing will."

We both shook with laughter, and as we did so, I felt his now half-slackened penis jerking inside me.

I think I was wrong about that particular intercourse making me pregnant. When I did discover I was pregnant, and tried to do some arithmetic to find out when it might have happened, I concluded it was on another occasion.

One can never be certain about these things, but the occasion that seemed most likely was not one of insane lust, but a very gentle, truly loving union. It was a night when I wanted to totally surrender myself to Alec. I was wide open to him and knew I was soft, warm and yielding.

I do not think I had ever produced so much lubricant before, and Alec took me very slowly. We looked into each other's eyes, and spoke of love and desire. I remembered I had whispered to him, "Fertilise me tonight, my love, give me a baby."

When we orgasmed, it was a very quiet and tender, both of us very aware of each other.

Alec's first spurt of his seed into me came with a slight grunt, and thereafter he seemed to flow into me.

My orgasm lacked the monumental raging I often experienced with Alec. I felt very tenderly towards him, and clung to him, feeling the strength of his body and wanting to melt into him or he into me.

That is how Alec and I became lovers. We had both lost a love, and out of the grief of our losses, we found an unexpected love for each other.

I confess that I suffered uncertainties about Alec for along time. My first lover had deserted me, and events had torn me from my second. Was I destined to eventually lose yet another?

Well, our little Gretchen is now ten, and Jason eight. Alec and I are still lovers who are capable of couplings that range from the very tender to the maelstrom.

I do wish I could have given Alec more children, he's such a wonderful father.