The Nuclear Family Pt. 02

Within minutes Amy had cum three times, covering my face with her nectar, but I didn't slow for a moment. I kept eating, sucking her lower lips, running my tongue over her clit and kissing her thighs. I was a man determined to make sure she was satisfied.

Within ten minutes, she had increased to five orgasms begging me to stop. Her hands trembled as she drew me up her body, kissing me deeply, not caring that I was still covered in her juices. This was different to Georgia. Sure, my ex loved to fuck, but everything was always neat and clean regarding kissing. Amy kissed me, languishing in our kisses while I was covered in her juice. She even sucked on my lips a little as she now started to work my boxers off.

You already know I must be pretty fit with my martial arts and fighting. However, as Amy took my boxers off, she did an intake of breath. For a moment, I thought she was disappointed. I'm six inches long, I think a solid girth, so I wondered if I may not have been enough for a sexy rich vixen like Amy, but moments later, she allayed my fears.

"He's beautiful," she said reverently, reaching out while rolling me onto my back, moving down my body to study my manhood. "Robbie, my love, your cock is perfect!"

I grinned, laying back on the bed. She may not have understood, but Amy knew how to stroke a man's ego.

And stroke she did, well, she sucked, stroked, pinched, and played with me for the next few minutes. She was sucking on the head of my cock, moaning in different tones, trying to see what I liked while looking up at me with her piercing blue eyes when I couldn't hold back.

"Amy, I'm..." I started to say.

She didn't pull off. Instead, she sucked harder. As I started cumming, I felt my ass lift off the bed slightly as her lips formed a vice around my cockhead. Amy kept looking at me with a possessiveness I had never felt. When I had finished my ass falling back on the bed, she released me. I watched as she swallowed then smiled at me.

"Mmmm, tasted different than I thought, but not in a bad way," she said, smiling. "I also love that it was from you, baby."

It was my turn to now. I drew her up along my body, her big hard nipples dragging along my chest, her face moving closer to mine. When her head was in line with mine, she stopped. Our eyes met for a moment, our souls' branding on each other complete. I knew there would never be anyone else, no room in my heart for anyone else ever again. Moments later, her lips meshed with mine, and I could taste the remains of my cum on her lips as it mixed with the remains of her earlier juice on my lips. She looked at me strangely as we broke loose.

"That doesn't gross you out?" Amy asked, "I just took a load of cum from you. Don't most guys hate to kiss after?"

I looked at her, "Amy, you kissed me like the world was ending when I was covered in your juice after you came over my face. It was almost like you were trying to suck it off me." She blushed. "You did something that Georgia, the slut, never did for me; you sucked me dry. You never hesitated. I saw no reason not to kiss you. Besides, it's just you and me, so I don't mind."

We made out for a few more minutes. We caressed each other's bodies as recovering from our respective orgasms. As we touched, I found a couple of ticklish spots by her ribs, which turned into a game.

Amy began stroking me as we played, bringing my cock back to life. When she was happy with my hardness, she planted her lips on mine as she moved her hips over mine. Kneeling back over me, she reached down, grabbing my shaft as she positioned me at her warm entrance. Slowly, ever so slowly, she started sinking down. I could feel her juice running down and coating my balls as the tip of my cockhead pushed her pussy lips apart. For a few moments, she ground the tip inside her opening, moaning. At the same time, I noticed another drop of liquid appear at the top of her nipple. I wanted to thrust upwards, but Amy was running the show this time, the sensations were incredible, so I watched as she positioned herself.

The next minute she opened her eyes and looked at me. My twenty-four-year-old girlfriend, the rich, successful woman that appeared to only have eyes for me, was about to impale herself on me for the first time.

"Robbie, my love, this is a gift I give you. I love you." And then she pushed herself down. For a moment, I thought she meant that she was giving herself to me, but I realised a moment later how much more her statement meant.

As she pushed down, I suddenly felt resistance and pressure on the head of my cock that I couldn't understand, then, suddenly the pressure disappeared, and I felt Amy slide down with a grunt of pain along with a sigh, falling back down onto my chest. It took a moment before my brain caught up with what just happened.

"Amy, did you just?" I asked, concerned.

"Shhhh, baby," Amy told me, her eye closed. "It hurts right now. I just need to have you there, don't move because, yes, I just gave you my virginity."

I wrapped my arms around Amy, holding her gently. Over the next minute, I felt her pussy squeeze my cock as she let out contented sigh after contented sigh. Slowly, I felt her begin to rise and fall as I was inside her. I kept my arms around her as she began moving. In a few minutes, she began moving freely, so I let her go. She raised herself on her arms and looked at me. It didn't take long before she started moaning through an orgasm. As she did, I could feel her velvet insides pulsing with me inside her. She collapsed back into my arms, kissing me.

"Thank you, my love, thank you!" she said a few times as I wrapped my arms around her, ensuring that she felt safe and loved.

After a few minutes, Amy got up, walked into the bathroom, returning with a couple of washcloths. We looked down and mixed in with our lovemaking; there was a small amount of blood. My Amy had indeed given me a gift. She cleaned me up, then gently cleaned herself before getting back into bed and helping me to a second orgasm.

Later, Amy led me into the shower, and we slowly washed each other. Amy had a variety of shower gels, including a couple of body washes for men, which she explained she bought just for me.

I laughed, "I thought your last boyfriend left them."

Amy slapped me, but it wasn't playful.

"Robbie, you idiot," she said, feigning hurt. "There has never been anyone but you; I've been on three dates my entire life. But none got more than a kiss on the cheek, and no one got a second date because they weren't you."

"It's only ever been you," she said shyly.

I hugged her as she threatened to cry, holding her as the water poured over our bodies.

"I'm sorry, honey," I said softly. "I know you gave me a beautiful gift earlier. But I assumed, I mean the blow job, you were magnificent, how..."

For a moment, she looked up at me. Her eyes were wet with tears that never broke as we stood in the shower, but there was mirth behind those eyes again. The momentary fear of rejection had gone as she understood I wasn't judging her on her past relationships or, as it turned out, lack of...

"Porn, baby," Amy said. "I'm a nerd, remember. I may never have done the deed, but I watched a lot of porn and have had some good vibrators."

She bit her lip, deciding if she would tell me more. I held her as water cascaded over both of us. She put her head on my chest as she gently reached down and patted my now soft manhood.

"I was tempted so many times to go further, I put a toy inside a few times, but I couldn't..." Amy's brought her fists up to my chest, "but I am so glad I got you inside me first. For so many years, I dreamt about you being my first Robbie. For so many years, I was jealous of my sister. But tonight, I got you to claim me."

I kissed her gently then we spent a few minutes quietly exchanging platitudes of love and future promises. We got out of the shower, dried off, headed back into the bedroom, changed the sheets, finally snuggled in bed, our arms around each other. As we both lay there drifting off, I again thought back on the last year, and while horrid due to the breakdown in my personal life, I was thankful for the first time that everyone had fucked me over because if they hadn't, I wouldn't be here in Amy's arms.

As I listened, Amy's breathing deepened as she fell asleep. I kissed her head as I also felt sleep come to claim me. I whispered, "I love you," with my last conscious thought. It might have been my imagination, but I thought I felt her tighten her grasp and sigh contently as I finally succumbed to the deepest sleep I had in almost a year.

The following month was a frenzy of activity. Amy introduced me to her staff located here in Noosa. I also met her housekeeper and gardener. They kept the place tidy, especially when Amy was travelling. When they discovered who I was, everyone grinned as I was introduced. They all knew that Amy had a crush on me for a long time, and they were happy that the boss was happy.

Amy also made time for us to meet with Amy's lawyer, George Brady. He was an older man having a distinguished air about him as you would expect of a high-priced lawyer. At Amy's insistence, George had taken over as my representative for the divorce. George dealt with all of Amy's legal matters; now that I was with Amy, that also meant my legal matters. George let me know I would have to attend a final meeting with Georgia in a couple of weeks as we signed the final paperwork, and he would attend with me.

Reading through the case file, George noted that, of course, as it happens in the case of cheaters, Georgia's lawyer was trying to delay things. Georgia believed that I would stop the divorce if she resisted enough. In my mind, however, there would be no impediment to completing the divorce since we had evidence through my video and a paternity test that Georgia's son, while related to me, was not my son. There would be no reconciliation or counselling, and neither Georgia nor my family could convince me to return.

I explained to George that initially, Georgia and my family had tried to pass off Georgia's child as mine, but they let it go when my original lawyer communicated that it could be shown as fraud and would look bad on all of them if it became public.

As my new lawyer, George didn't think there would be any issues with completing the divorce. I was surprised as he changed topics, looking over his glasses and down his nose at me. He gave me the warning to look after Amy. He thought of Amy less like a client and more of a daughter, so he'd be watching me.

In return, I smiled, telling him that I'd be watching that he never took Amy for a ride as he was a cold-blooded lawyer. By the end of the conversation, we laughed like old friends, having pushed and prodded each other. We understood that we both cared for Amy.

It was strange, but I knew I liked a lawyer for the first time in my life. Over the coming years, George would become a close personal friend. I think Amy and I spent more time with him and his wife, Cynthia than either Amy or I did professionally.

At Amy's instance, George also helped me get my passport updated, along with visas sorted so that I could travel with Amy on her upcoming overseas trip. We were due to depart a few days after the divorce was final.

The last thing preoccupying my mind was I had a fight coming up. It was my first professional fight and would be down in Brisbane. I was also a little nervous because it was going to be televised on one of the cable subscription channels. The guy I was fighting was a pro that had come out from the States. I was to be a warmup match before he took on one of the professional Aussie fighters. That fight was scheduled in a couple of weeks after he was supposed to defeat me.

I was expecting it to be a vicious fight. I knew I could hold my own against him, but I wasn't expecting a win.

I was surprised when Amy got Darren and Toni to sign privacy agreements a few weeks before the fight, bringing them up to spend the last fortnight training me. The aim was Darren would be training me while Toni looked after my diet. After they were over the initial shock of Amy's situation, Darren took no mercy on me. Pushing me hour after hour in a gruelling training regime. We ran ten kilometres on the beach twice a day, Darren making me run at least half of that in soft sand before grinding me to a pulp in the gym.

Day to day, Darren worked as a trainer in a gym centred around martial arts training. We met several years ago as I was looking to branch out into different martial arts styles. Initially, I trained for mental discipline; the movement and variety of actions when working with multiple martial arts helped relax my brain but taught me to move with situations in business.

After a few months of training with me, Darren thought he saw the promise of an amateur MMA fighter who would get a lot of benefits from some of the local fights. Over the proceeding years, Darren had been my mentor and coach through numerous fights. We never made more than beer money at the level I had been fighting. But my notoriety as a fighter, particularly over the past year as I had a lot of rage to unleash, had risen to a point where I had gotten the notice of the national MMA league, and they wanted me to step up and take on one of the professionals.

Being a televised fight, win, lose or draw, Darren and I would receive a good paycheck. For Darren, a draw would earn him almost three months' wages. I didn't have a job, so a little spending money that wasn't tied to Amy's business empire felt like I wasn't just freeloading off my girlfriend.

Every second day, Darren would change the routine. We would run twice the distance with a light workout, then spend a few hours poring over my opponent's fight videos, talking about strategy. The highlight of my day, though, was the evenings. Amy gave me amazing massages to relax my tired muscles, for which she used her entire naked body to significant effect.

Toni would prepare our meals. I was, of course, used to extreme diets in the lead-up to a fight, but this was a little more extreme. Calorie control, the proper enzymes, sugar and fat management. Toni was a master, and I was happy it didn't all taste like cardboard. When she wasn't keeping an eye on my diet, Toni also spent a lot of time with Amy.

I was pleased to notice a big sister mentality develop within Toni as she talked with Amy. Toni had lost her younger sister in a horrendous boating accident many years ago, so I was happy that my girlfriend could give her something back.

On the day of the fight, Amy, Darren, Toni, and I drove to Brisbane in Darren's truck. I was surprised that a few of Amy's staff were also attending. Apparently, they had never seen an MMA fight before. If I haven't explained it, MMA stands for Mixed Martial Arts. I used my black belt in Karate and my Muay Thai training together, feeling that it was an effective combination for the most part.

In the dressing room, we got ready. While Amy and Toni watched, I went through my warm-up routine with Darren, mostly stretching and movement exercises. The idea was that I could get straight into the ring and take my opponent on at full throttle. The event organiser came in about an hour before the fight, letting us know the sports reporters and camera crews were ready for the pre-fight meetup.

My opponent, Cody McGuiness, was a six-foot-three giant of a man. He was broad-shouldered and worked his arms more than any other body part. He had a background in boxing along with a bit of taekwondo training. But boxing was his major strength. He got into the US professional league a few years ago when he managed three knockout fights against opponents. He was a little under the middle of the professional rankings in the US MMA league. Not front-page news, but enough people followed his fights to get this fight picked up by cable sports channels. He earned decent money, but I wondered how he could retire on what he made when he had to pay an entire team that flew with him around the world.

As we moved to the interview area, Cody and I were asked to do a few promo shots together, then separately. Next, we did a few more aggressive poses together before moving to the weigh-in.

Overall I think under the gloves, Cody was a nice guy, but he gave the vibe that he felt the win was in the bag. So, after all the promotional stuff was done, he came over to shake my hand.

"I want to wish you luck tonight, Robbie. But the issue is that I feel sorry that I will have to beat you." Cody told me seriously.

I snorted; let the mind games begin, I thought. Most of us fighters tried to get in each other's heads.

"All good mate," I joked dismissively, using an over-the-top Aussie accent. "Just make sure they can delay your next fight after I put you in the hospital," I grinned back.

He laughed good-naturedly, putting his hands on his hips as he laughed. "Sure, little man, whatever you think. But just to let you know, I've already booked you a room along with an ambulance. If your woman over there needs a lift later, I'll be glad to help out." He said, nodding towards Amy, smirking.

He turned, walking away, dismissing me. I looked over at Amy. She was beet red following the leering comments from Cody.

"Don't worry about it, honey; he's not serious. It's just part of the games to try and throw me off before we even get in the ring," I said as I walked over to her.

"I know that," she stared at his retreating form, "But that's still low..."

I snorted. "Actually, he was pretty tame. Some guys swear at you like sailors and get in your face like an ex-wife."

We both laughed at the reference.

"Speaking of ex-wives..." Toni interrupted, looking a little embarrassed. "Yours and your family are in the audience tonight."

"What!" Amy and I exclaimed together, looking at Toni. She nodded.

"Sorry, but I would rather you know now so you can prepare," Toni told us. "I saw them standing in line for tickets earlier. It looked like they are all here, Georgia, Joanna, your parents and even your dipshit of a brother."

"Great, just what I need," I said, feeling depressed.

Suddenly, Amy grabbed me by the arm and led me away from everyone.

"Use it!" she hissed at me.

"Use what?" I asked.

"Them!" she proclaimed, pointing towards the stage doors where the audience would be filling the arena. "Use the pain they put you through as a motivator. If you can't get past it, then push it to the front and put the force into your fight to show them how pissed off you are."

About an hour later, I was loose and ready when I entered the ring. I glanced briefly at my family, When I looked, they tried to wave, but I turned away without acknowledging them. The fight was held in a small arena that was perhaps half full. It would have been held at a well-appointed gym if it wasn't for my opponent. However, the event organisers wanted Cody to be familiar with the venue for his much larger fight in a few weeks. According to all the reports, I was just a plaything for him to use for a warm-up. The arena had over seven hundred seats available. My family bought their tickets at the door and were allocated to the nosebleeds, for which I was happy.

None of them had ever been to one of my fights before, including Georgia. She thought it was barbaric, and while she always liked the fitness aspects and a husband with a toned body, she refused to turn up when we were together. With the divorce pending, their desperation to try to get me back to Total Build was obvious. I was sure the impending court date was the only reason they came; it was to try an intervention.

Through Amy's Dad, Peter, I had heard that Total Build was not doing well. My parents had to lay off around a third of the floor staff. They had lost several clients thanks to the mishandling of quotes. This included the job I flew to Melbourne for that started this fiasco.