Sex in the Sky

Part Three

TIMELESS MOMENT

The hiss of water through the shower nozzle sizzled like static as it discharged a silvery spray of water over the two glistening bodies beneath. They pulled closer together for a moment, joined at the hip and mouth, searching hands gliding slickly over smooth wet skin, then dipping lower, groping and rubbing harder and more urgently. Cory”s blond head tipped back and the Vampire”s lips parted, taking possession of his throat as he gasped with delight. Rayne”s hand kept on pumping as his fangs extended and he bit deeper, letting the hot, rich spill of his lover”s blood fill his mouth and run down over his tongue. He gulped and swallowed, then suckled harder, rubbing faster, feeling Cory buck against him keening and panting like an injured animal.

The boy was impossibly randy. He should not have been able to stand, by rights, after the things they had done to him last night. Rayne Wylde was supremely impressed that he could even get it up again, let alone be so very close to climax. The Vampire fed for a few moments more, timing his withdrawal from Cory”s neck to perfection. Hungrily he kissed the boy for a little longer to be sure the vein was properly closed, then, as the muscular little blond began to sob with pleasure and desire, he sank slowly to his knees and swallowed the boy”s chunky, circumcised cock deep into his mouth, sucking slow and hard and caressing between the kid”s tight young cheeks with his knowing fingers until Cory exploded with a long, shivering moan of relief.

The youngster was still gasping and sobbing when he rose, licking his lips and grinning like a wolf standing over a fresh corpse. For a little while he kissed the boy again, sucking on his tongue to quieten him, still working his fingers vigorously between those tight young buttocks. During last night, Marc had monopolised the boy”s arsehole almost exclusively. Before Cory went back to work, Rayne Wylde intended to redress the balance slightly.

“Oh Christ..!” Cory exclaimed softly as Rayne turned him and spread him firmly against the wall. Then, as the Vampire”s long, hard cock eased into him without preamble (or lube) and began to fuck him slowly and rhythmically; “Holy Jesus! Yes!!”

It felt peculiar to wake up alone with no concept of the time or even where he was. The swaying of the train beneath Marc was so familiar now that it had become a curious, techno-lullaby and he stretched deliciously sore muscles and rolled over to lie on his back in order to look around him. Initially he was unconcerned at the idea of being on his own, but as time progressed it felt more and more awkward and he made himself sit up, searching for something to occupy himself until the others returned. Rayne had put the camera away, but he knew where it was normally kept and convinced himself that, since he only wanted a reminder of just how he had come to be so wonderfully sore and exhausted this morning, surely there was no problem. A little diligent rummaging under the bed produced the black, rubberised laptop case. Fortunately it had not been locked and he flipped the catches and pushed back the lid. As expected, the glistening camera nestled in beside the Vampire”s travelling Notebook, packaged with rolled up socks and other personal items. Tucked in beside it was a fat, black, leather-bound organiser.

Marc hesitated, his finger hovering over the filofax. It occurred to him that he knew very little about his lover. They had shared intimacies that would make even committed partners blush, and yet he knew next to nothing about the man who had shown him so much pleasure. The temptation made his fingers itch.

Ever so softly he let them brush the matte leather surface, hesitating for a second or two to listen for warning footfalls in the corridor outside. When no sound came to him over the steady clacking of ironbound wheels on the tracks below, he lifted out the organiser and unfastened the small, elaborate buckle that fastened it.

It wasn”t really prying, he told himself adamantly, flicking his way rapidly through pages of detail that meant nothing to him. There were names and numbers and e-mail addresses for a selection of record companies, bars, publishers, travel firms; a plan of the London Underground system; a quick reference conversion table; a pocket containing travel documents; an A-Z section with more personal looking addresses, in which only the name “Simon” followed by an 020 number meant remotely anything… and it was not necessarily the drummer of Whipsnade, Marc reminded himself solemnly.

He was on the verge of closing the file and putting it back when he found the photographs. They were tucked away right at the back and he almost missed them; a handful of mismatched snaps from the past twenty or thirty years. One black & white shot, tattered and crumpled from time and constant handling, showed a man and woman in their mid-twenties, perhaps. The girl was taller than her dark, hirsute companion, with long, straight, black hair and the tiniest, belted mini-dress. Her huge, pale eyes were made up like Liz Taylor in ‘Cleopatra’ and her full, rouged lips were not quite smiling, in an expression he found touchingly familiar. The man was beaming through his bushy beard, one arm around her waist, clearly proud and possessive of his beauty, as Marc supposed any straight guy would be.

There was another photo of the woman, this time more casual, smiling, sitting on a beach towel in a blue and gold bikini, in a faded colour print from the early seventies. Her hair was still long, but pulled back in a tail that cascaded down her back and her huge eyes were hidden behind large, owlish, turquoise sunglasses. In front of her a little, naked, sun-tanned boy; round-faced with thick, dark, bobbed hair; made sandcastles with the earnest concentration of the under-threes. By the woman”s side a slender girl of around five, with a single long, black plait held in bobbles, played with a doll and gazed into the camera seriously.

The third made him smile… it was clearly taken in the early eighties and showed two young lads who reminded him of his own teens, decked out like mannequins in ruffled shirts and huge, dark, pleated trousers replete with zips and buttons in obscure places, tucked into soft, suede-leather pixie boots. Their painted faces gazed back defiantly at the camera, bleached out even more by the flash that picked out the razor lines of their rouged cheekbones and pouting lips, and the dark, imploring pierrot eyes that made them look more girl than boy. The kid on the right had dark, reddish hair, cropped close at the back, but longer and spiky on the top. His companion was leaner and blond, with a tumble of pale fringe, which obscured half of his sharp-featured face. His visible eye was wide and pale, in a “Boy George-esque” stare and his royal-purple shirt was half open, almost off one shoulder. A studded belt clung to his skinny hips for dear life.

Marc was chuckling so much at this delicious little period piece that at first he did not even realise that the blond was Rayne and his companion had to be Whipsnade”s drummer, Simon Hathaway! When it sank in he sat gazing at it for a while. His lover must have been about fifteen… possibly younger. Innocence masquerading as outrage. He smiled more ruefully for his own childhood then and looked on at the rest of the pictures.

The others were more recent. Two featured a little girl whom he initially thought must be the child from the second shot. The fashions realigned his opinion… these pictures were only taken in the last few years and the girl wore pale blue jeans and a brightly coloured “My Little Pony” tee-shirt in one, where she was seated on a stone wall stroking a black and white cat. Her heavy black bangs were pinned back from her round, pale face with butterfly grips and she stared at the camera determinedly as if schooling herself not to smile. Her eyes were slightly screwed up against the sunlight but he could see that they were pale as ice, like the beautiful woman”s eyes…. and Rayne”s. In the other snap, the child was standing beside a small, curvaceous female whose waist-length hair was slightly curling as though it had once been braided or dreadlocked. She wore it pulled back in a tail from the top of her head and her long, hippyish skirt blew against the curves of her body in the breeze. The child wore pink shorts and a black tee shirt with a silver motif. Her hair was pigtailed and she had dark sunglasses perched on her nose.

He stared at this for a long time. The woman also resembled the classical beauty from the first pictures but he thought that she looked more like Rayne. Slowly he was beginning to piece the shots together. The woman in the last one was his companion”s sister… which meant that the first picture was of Rayne”s parents… and the baby on the beach…

Marc smiled again… so absorbed in his detective work that he did not look up until the door of the sleeper compartment clicked softly shut and he found himself looking up into Rayne”s quietly perplexed face. The singer”s wet hair was pushed back from his sculpted face; fine brows were drawn down like the wings of a distant bird in flight, touching the bridge of his nose and arching back over his coldly-colourless, unblinking gaze. The Vampire stood, barefoot in a loose shirt and pants, touchingly vulnerable yet coldly outraged, and licked his lips tentatively.

His voice was little more than a breath of sound.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Automatically, Marc dropped the photographs, trying to fumble them back into the case without looking down. His heart had begun to pound again as he edged away, conscious of the other man”s disturbingly quiet anger. The conspiratorial feel of the last few moments shattered irrevocably.

“I”m sorry….” he said defensively. “I was looking for the camera… I thought… y”know… last night… the photos… I wanted to look… I didn”t mean to…”

He backed off as Rayne came to the bed and sat down on the edge of the mattress, picking up the snaps and glancing at them as he restored them carefully to their proper place. He closed the fastener then tucked the organiser away in his case without a word. Somehow that was worse. Marc put a hand to his mouth and curled up feeling guilty and miserable with his back to the panel wall. Rayne closed the lid and put the laptop back under the bed. Without looking up he said; “Put your clothes on and get out.”

Marc swallowed against the lump in his throat. Helplessly he shook his head.

“I”m sorry… I didn”t mean to…”

“I don”t care what you meant to…” Rayne lifted his head, looking back at him with such a wounded expression that his companion wanted to curl up and die. “My private life is none of your concern, d”you understand that? That”s what the word “private” means! Now put your things on and just go, will you!”

Trembling, Marc wriggled to the end of the bed and searched for his things, wishing he had just ignored the filofax and concentrated on the camera. Maybe, if he had, they would now be curled around each other again, looking at last night”s pictures and exploring a few new options, perhaps. He thrust the idea away and bit his lip to stop it quivering as he pulled on his shorts and jeans unhappily.

“I only wanted to know more about you,” he protested when Rayne did not say anything else.

“You could have “asked”,” the singer flashed back without looking at him. He was sitting back against the pillows now with one knee drawn up, rubbing his forehead with the long fingers of the opposite hand.

“I”m sorry,” Marc said again, in a small voice. He pulled on his tee shirt and sat down to wrestle his arms into the sleeves of his shirt. “They”re nice pictures though… it”s not like they”re something you should be embarrassed about. Just family… Your mom”s very pretty.”

Those glacial green eyes met his own again briefly.

“She “was”, yeah.”

Marc buttoned his shirt slowly, assimilating this.

“Who”s the little girl? She looks like you.”

He risked a glance when there was no immediate reply. Rayne was looking back at him contemplatively as if measuring his words, deciding what he could and could not say.

“Her name”s Sadie Rose,” he answered at last, atonally.

“”s a pretty name. Is she your sister”s kid?” Marc figured he was chancing it, but perhaps… just perhaps Rayne was mellowing. He seemed very protective of his family. It was true that he kept them very private. In questionnaires, he never revealed much about his home life… Until today Marc had not even known that the Whipsnade vocalist had siblings.

“Mmmm…” Rayne responded non-committally. He lowered his head, interlacing his fingers in his lap.

“You must be very fond of her… to carry her picture with you.” Marc pulled on his boots and glanced up again.

Rayne met his eyes briefly then tilted his head back, looking upward wearily and exhaling a long sigh of impatience. He lifted his hands to the nape of his neck and sat for a while in silence whilst Marc hunted for the rest of his belongings. At last he said; “Will you just leave. Now!”

Marc stood up a little straighter and faced him, fighting down the rising hysteria. He knew that he had done a particularly stupid thing, but if he walked out of here like this then the chances were that he would never see Rayne Wylde again and he hated to think that the singer”s memories of him would boil down to this single, acrimonious scene. Not after the last couple of wonderful days.

“I didn”t mean to make you angry,” he said as levelly as he could. “I mean that. I really like you Rayne. I”ve really… enjoyed… being with you. I don”t want to…. I mean… I can”t stand the idea that you….” Words choked him and he lowered his head dejectedly.

Silence closed around his words for a moment, broken only by the steady rhythm of the wheels on the track. Then Rayne murmured; “I think you”ve read more into this than you were entitled to, sweetheart.”

Marc looked up at him hopelessly. Pale lips twitched in a slight, sarcastic smile on the singer”s handsome face.

“It was just a fuck,” Rayne Wylde said impassively. “That”s all! Just sex. Fucking “great” sex… but that”s it. Two nights on a shared mattress does not give you conjugal fuckin” rights, darlin”! I don”t hate you. I don”t feel “anything”. I just want you to go… okay?”

His companion looked down again, crestfallen. At last he nodded, but made no effort to move away.

Rayne sat forward on the bed.

“Do you understand?” he demanded, more firmly.

In a small voice, Marc responded; “Yeah. Yeah… I understand.”

Apparently satisfied, Rayne slumped back against the pillows again. After a moment or two, he added; “All right… fuck off!” and Marc grabbed his bag and fled before he could possibly embarrass himself more.

Rayne let him go at finish. For a while he leaned against the pillows, staring at nothing, running those parting words over his tongue again and again. He could not help the disquieting feeling that maybe he had been too hard. For a moment or two as the kid stood there like a kicked dog, refusing to back down, he had come close to relenting. Acknowledging it did not make it easier to bear. It was one of those stupid things. He had once supposed that as he got older things would get easier; life would make gradually more and more sense until he was seamlessly in tune with everything around him. Instead, his world had become increasingly chaotic.

He was a musician and writer without a band. His bassist, and founder member, Ciaran, was currently painting vast, abstract canvases for a gallery in Kerry, Eire, where he lived with his wife and two young kids. Sean Courtney, his guitarist and co-writer was running a bar and rock venue in King”s Cross. Simon Hathaway divided his time between his ungrateful wretch of a boyfriend and the charms of Jabez Evermann, Rayne”s Vampiric mentor, back in London, and seemed quite content to be unemployed. For Rayne it was harder; he had never done anything else but sing and play. This was an exercise in how well he could adapt to the world outside his private shell and right now he was wondering if he had done the right thing in coming out here.

It was incontrovertible fact that Grant Jackson had hired him because he wanted a known Face; someone with that inherent shock factor that would make people want to read his magazine. He wanted someone whose style could grab readers by the brains and the bollocks simultaneously, and Rayne certainly had that gift. So far there had been no complaints from the editorial team, but he was on the other side of the Atlantic, they were hardly going to send a hit squad after him for taking the money and spending it on drink and sex. Not when they wanted an article out of this adventure that was heavy on those particular attributes.

He laughed humourlessly to himself and shook his head. It was not as if “Zipped” was a heavy piece of social commentary. “Fuck”, it was hardly even on the same level as “Hello Magazine” when it came to serious journalism! Nevertheless, the rag had a certain cultish credibility, which had attracted him in the first place. That and the fact that it”s founder and Editor-in-chief looked good in a combat jacket and black bondage pants, and even better out of them! Grant appeared a young thug with his pierced eyebrows and shaven head, but he was a sweetheart in real life; a complete pussycat. Rayne had not quite been seduced… the kid was barely his “type” after all, but Grant was persuasive enough to sell him “any” line he thought might push his magazine onto the shelves of the major retailers. If Grant Jackson had proposed that he should cycle nude across Alaska then Rayne would have taken him out to dinner to discuss it. He wouldn”t have agreed but “Hell”, he would have enjoyed Grant”s attempts to convince him!

None of this was any help in his current situation. They were still miles from San Francisco and he was feeling suddenly very solitary. An Englishman abroad, in “every” sense of the word; stranded on a tourist island several thousand miles long and only about fifteen feet wide! Twisting about, he let the blind up from the window and sat back against the wall, watching the sunlight gilding the red-gold plateau outside.

This morning he had woken in a town called Lovelock, which seemed hopelessly appropriate to the delicious tangle of human bodies on his bed. Now he was waiting for a halt called Deadloss, since that was how he was feeling. Rayne Wylde, the man who screwed up a thousand potential relationships! He had the idea that there should have been tumbleweeds billowing past the window, but there was only the hot, red-gold landscape, like a painting of something not quite real. Air conditioning hummed softly over his head and beyond the toughened glass Nevada hurtled by, burning up under an uncaring sun.

Reaching into his pocket for his cigarettes he pulled out a crumpled, empty packet and swore virulently to himself.

“You okay?” Cory enquired a little mazily as Marc perched himself on a bar stool and asked for a coffee.

The blond kid looked pale and rather bleary-eyed but his companion supposed he could not be blamed for that. Last night had been a marathon, and if “he” ached everywhere, Marc dreaded to think how Cory was feeling. His memories still showed him intermittent flashbacks of the last twenty-four hours and he rubbed his forehead as he tried to block them out now.

“Uh… tired I guess.”

“Yeah…” the barkeeper laughed weakly. “Totally fucked!”

He winked and turned away to wrestle with the caffetiere. Marc shook his head, giving in to a morbid chuckle.

“How was he, this morning? When you got up?” he asked when Cory came back with his double espresso.

We lay close on her bed until almost lunchtime, then it was time for me to go.

A week later, it was time for our Tutorial presentation. The presentation went very well and I earned my first distinction of my course. But, I earned so much more.

We continued to meet. We saw some movies together. Her house always seemed so crowded, and being an Australian, I felt out as they rarely spoke English there. Instead we ate out at some of the cheaper places that students frequent. As often as we could we spent time in her room. Making love. We were comfortable with sex. Her friends must have known. Two of us going up to her room for an hour or so a couple of times a week.

The semester went all too quickly. One day she reminded me of what I already knew.

“You know I will be leaving in November?”

“Yes.”

Before then, there is the study vacation. Two weeks to prepare for the end of year exams. I suggested that the holiday house would be perfect for a couple of days of peaceful study.

“A couple of days without interruption,” I said

“No interruptions?” she asked.

“Well, lots of sex,” I admitted.

She kissed me. “Yes, lots of sex.”

THE END

The exams were over, the results were in and it is time for her to go. As always she got good marks, one High Distinction, two Distinctions and a Credit. My marks were typical, Two credits and two passes. A credit for psychology though; fancy that.

I borrowed the car to drive her to the airport. To see her for the last time. She has given me her address in Malaysia so I can write to her. And we do, for a while. But the letters take longer to compose and the replies longer to receive. By this time, I am working, seeing other girls, but I never mention them in my letters. She must be seeing other men, but probably would not mention them either.

Slowly, it drifts apart. Even though it didn’t last, it was good. It was better than good. It was great. That shyness I first saw was just her natural reserve when she first met strangers. As we got to know one another, the shyness dissolved and she became my first lover. She showed a passion I didn’t believe possible in such a quiet girl.

These days I am married with two growing children. And yet I look back on that time with more than affection. That first weekend together is something I will never forget. I remember every detail. The first time we were so nervous. And it was so beautiful. Learning, exploring, loving. Memories like that stay with you forever.

“Copyright 2004 Cbrmale, Australia”

The man lifted her head from his glistening cock and kissed her on the mouth. He pushed her back and Terri spread her legs wide for him. He kissed the fury patch at the top of her peach, put his hands on the insides of her thighs, and rubbed them up and down. His mouth found her clitoris quickly and he began to suck on it and lick it with his tongue. He licked up and down her vaginal folds, stabbing his tongue into her love channel by the little opening her hymen allowed.

Terri was so hot and was overwhelmed by the sexual feeling the man was giving her. She moved her hands down and pulled the lips of her vagina open to give him complete access and penetration. He gently put his finger into the opening and slid it in and out. She was so wet and excited, she just wanted him to rip her hymen and put his whole hand in her pussy.

He pressed another fingertip into her whole and she began to bleed a little, but she was so turned on, she hardly noticed the pain. The man saw the blood, bent down, kissed her there, and softly let his tongue slide in and out of the now larger hole. He put his two fingers in her love channel again and spread them a little at a time until he felt that Terri was no longer tense with apprehension. She was pushing her peach toward his fingers and trying to get them deeper inside her. The man replaced his finger with his mouth and tongue again and rolled her clit with his thumb.

Terri was cuming and her sticky hot juices were flowing out of her love channel and down the back of her crotch. She found his hard cock and pulled it toward her peach. She placed the head at the entrance of her love furnace and then pulled him into her with her hands on his hard ass. He was very big, but he felt so right in her. He was her first man and she was no longer a virgin. She could not understand why she had waited until she was nineteen for this.

He pumped in an out of her and her hips rocked. His cock pressed against the top of her love tunnel and with repetitions she began to feel an urgency flood through her hips and into her breasts. He pinched her nipples, sucked on them, pulled them, and bit them hard. She began to cum again, her hips bucking and then he came too, deep inside her filling, her until she felt she would explode. The man”s penis withdrew and it was like removing a Champaign cork. Her cum flowed out in great spurts. She could feel it hot on her pussy lips and feel it flow down to her ass.

He continued to pinch her nipples in between orgasms and his mouth was on her clit again sucking and bighting it. Her cum kept flowing like a river from a new spring well. The man put his mouth over her opening and sucked her juices and licked the inside of her vagina entrance, which was now all the way open and was no longer obstructed by her hymen gate. It felt so delicious; she never wanted him to stop. She came again and her vagina spasmodically pumped more and more juices out.

Her cum mixed with the man’s cum flowed down the side of the tree, following the patterns, nooks, and crannies of the bark until it reached the soft ground and grasses, where it pooled. Each time she came, the pools became larger and flowed away from the tree in little hot waves. The ground became soaked with their juices for many feet around the tree”s trunk. As it spread, wildflowers sprung up from the good earth and included orchids of many varieties, poppies, daisies and many kinds of wildflowers. The tree was surrounded by a lush garden of flowers and their fresh smell was caught in the wind and carried throughout the forest.

Terri lay back against the tree completely satisfied and the man laid his head on her stomach and softly rubbed her breasts and touched her face and lips with his hands. “I love you my darling.”

She slept for a while and when she awoke, the man was looking at her quietly and smiling. “You are them most beautiful woman I have ever known.” A little later, he said, “I must go hunt for dinner. I will be back soon.” Terri smiled and kissed him goodbye. She curled up on her side and went to sleep.

Time passed and Terri was extremely happy with her child growing in her womb and her belly growing larger every day. The birth of their first daughter was a painful and memorable, but no more. Melissa was born first and then Stephanie. Happier children the forest had never known. They were always smiling and laughing as they played in the flowers and chased the rabbits and deer around.

The man was wonderful with the children and had no limit to his imagination as he dreamed up ways to keep them entertained, when he was not hunting. However, he hunted more and more and was gone for longer more often. Terri longed for the attention he once gave to her and the pleasure they used to share together. She and the children found ways to live without the man and Terri forgot about pleasure and love. As the sun set and the fireflies began to flit all around, she closed her eyes and dreamed of pleasure in another man”s arms and it was not he. It was not anyone in particular, just a man who cared about her and wanted to please her.

Terri opened her eyes and there was an older man standing at the edge of the wildflowers. He was quietly looking at her sleep. He was tall and had broad shoulders and long muscular legs. He began to approach her through the flowers and around the deer. The moonlight played upon his hair and Terri could see his deep blue eyes and warm mouth.

“Hello, my name is Michael. I met you once before when you were just a baby. I even changed your diapers a couple of times. I hope you have better control of you peeing by now.” And he laughed.

“I remember you, she smiled, I probably wouldn”t have peed if you didn”t touch me there.”

“Not me, it was your imagination, not mine.” He said with a beautiful smile. “I would not take advantage of any child, especially my cousin.”

“You are not my cousin, are you? It is true, I have cousins that live far away, but I do not remember you as my cousin.” She said.

“Well I am sort of, but not in a direct bloodline. You might say we are cousins once removed by marriage.” He explained.

“Then it is ok if I find you attractive? It is ok that I want you to come closer to me? That it is ok that I want to put my arm around you? And that I would like to kiss you sweet lips?”

“Yes” and he came to her.

He stopped in front of the tree, looked in her face and into her being, and saw the universe spinning quietly on its orbits. Her skin glowed with the moonlight and her lips were full. Her long arms reached out and hugged him to her. Their faces were inches apart, but they were unwilling to take their eyes off each other”s eyes. Their spirits lunged into each other and their lives merged, even before their lips met. They kissed and kissed some more and they pressed their bodies together.

Michael pulled back, opened his eyes, and looked at Terri again, taking in her beauty. She had perfectly shaped orbs of breasts with dark brown nipples that strained to reach out to touch him and begged for attention. Her areolas were nearly consumed by the length of her nipples. Only the little brown corona around her nipples remained where hard little blood engorged bumps remained. She was thin, with long legs. Her crotch open to him was caped by soft brown pubic hair and the upside-down vee outlining her clitoris was a lush crimson color. The fold of skin near the head of her clitoris barely concealed its gorged condition. Below, he could see the soft wet flesh surrounding her love tunnel and she could feel that her tunnel was open a little too, showing him her eagerness for him.

Her legs were spread on either side of his shoulders and her feet rested on the boughs of the tree. He took her nipples in his fingers and squeezed them and rolled them between his thumb and fingertips, pinching and feeling Terri squirm and arch her head back. He put his mouth on her breast around her nipples and sucked in as much of the top of her breast mound as he could, while rubbing his tongue on her nipples. He bit her at the base of her nipple and felt the little bumps of excitement grow larger. He pulled his teeth closer to her nipple middle and bit down harder and sucking much harder.

Terri moaned and pulled his head into her chest, saying, “Where have you been all this time. Why couldn”t you have come to me sooner? I have needed you so badly. I want to please in any way and every way. You make me feel so hot, and horny, and in love.” “Though I have barely met you, I feel like I have known you all of my life.” She caressed his penis, which was very large and very hard.

“I will never leave you my love. I have seen much of this world and I want to share it with you.” He whispered.

“And will you will never leave me to hunt?” Terri murmured.

“I have had my fill of hunting and have great stocks of provisions. I do not want, or need to hunt anymore. My job is to keep you happy and wet. Nothing else matters to me.” He smiled and looked deep in Terri”s watery eyes.

And Michael pressed his big cock head to the entrance of her sex and Terri felt herself open to his touch. She was so wet that he slid in easily and then to his hilt filling her vagina. Their two bodies blended as one and they moved as one, kissing and fondling each other as they made magnificent love. And it lasted forever.

Terri was suspended in a swirl of images, his thoughts and memories from the places Michael had been, flashing into her mind as if they were there and in love at some other time. She leaned back and he stood pumping his penis in and out of her as she convulsed time after time in many orgasms. She opened her eyes and was startled by the presence of two sprites, young bright faces of girls with huge deer like eyes and rosy lips, red.

They were naked and they the put their hands on her stomach and her breasts, admiring them. They were giggling and thrilled at the site of such a beautiful man and woman in the throws of ecstasy on their beach. Michael looked down at them, smiled a knowing smile, and continued to make love to Terri. She swooned in and out of consciousness, as her passion grew greater than she had ever felt before. She was on a bright sunlit hill, and she could see the horizon all around her and the sun was hot and her body was both emitting life and drinking it in. The sprites each put their lip on her abdomen, each with their mouths above her ovaries and kissed her there. As they kissed her, she felt one egg from each release itself and start its journey to her uterus. They skipped and danced around trivial obstacles and finally found the warmth of her nest where they waited impatiently.

Michael pushed his penis deeper into Terri and she could feel his cock head against her cervix. She could tell her cervix was opening like a flower to a bee waiting for the flood of semen that was to cum. And he came, flooding her vagina with his seed. His life-giving sperms quickly dashed around inside her looking for their reason for being, then finally found her cervix opening and rushed in and joined her eggs where life started. Terri and Michael came together with such thunder. The sun rose and set and the moon followed. The earth vibrated in the joy of their union and all the animals of the forest knew something special had just happened. Michael withdrew his cock and then climbed up next to her and stroked her as she sobbed and laughed and sighed. They fell asleep in each other”s arms and all the forest was quiet, except for the night creatures the winged and scurried about.

Terri woke in his arms, watched him sleep, and kissed his lips while he slept and watched him some more. When his eyes slowly opened, he said, “I love you my dearest. You are my life and my reason for existing.”

Terri could feel the twins growing in her womb, her stomach began to get bigger, and he stayed with her. He did not leave to hunt. He attended to her every need, both physical and emotional and sexually.

One night Michael while they embraced and made love, Michael said, “Will you come with me now, before the children are born and see the beaches in Tahiti and much more of the world?”

Terri said, “Yes. Take me anywhere. I just want to be next to you.”

And they make love, hot juicy endless love and when she opened her eyes, they were flying together through the thin upper layers of the earth”s atmosphere and then came to an island, no bigger than a rose petal when they first saw it from above. They gently touched down on the soft sandy beach. She could hear the sound of the waves, smell the exotic flowers, and feel the warmth as they continued to make delicious love on the sand. Natives gathered around to watch and they smiled and whispered among themselves, watching the two lovers entwined on their beach.

The natives gathered long cane stalks and palm leaves and built a hut around the couple as they made love. Terri rolled on top of Michael with his cock deep inside her and began to rock back and forth on his penis, feeling her clitoris rubbing hard against his groin. She pumped faster and faster and looked up to see her new hut through blurry eyes as she and Michael came to the most fantastic orgasm together. She collapsed in his arms and they slept again.

In her dreams, she traveled back for a look at her beautiful tree, her sanctuary and nurturing place that she had loved all her life. It was early morning and the mist of the forest still hung in the June air. Spider web canopies captured the dew of the morning on the lush green leaves and wildflowers around the tree. From her vantage point high in the top of the tree, her lovely tree, she saw her daughter approaching. Melissa, now fourteen year old, had grown into a beautiful young woman and Terri could see how much they were alike. And Melissa moved to the tree and said, “Hello mother, do you mind if I sit in your big lap again?” The gentle breezes of the forest obscured and mixed with Terri”s answer, “Of course my darling, climb on up”