Part Three: The bonding is completed.
I was about to stand up when Rebecca moved forwards and pushed me back down onto the recliner. “Lay the chair back,” she commanded. I did so. Rebecca undid the laces of my new sneakers and removed the shoes one by one. Similarly with the socks. “Undo your jeans,” another command issued.
‘All that’s missing here is a whip and a leather metal studded collar,’ I thought to myself. But I continued to do as I was told.
“Good boy. Mommy approves,” she purred seductively. “Keep being a good boy and you will get rewards.”
As Rebecca was saying this, she was also slowly rubbing her hands up her thighs, over her pussy and up towards her generous breasts. Even though the buttons on my Levi’s were undone, the strain created by my rapidly swelling cock was undeniable. It was rather uncomfortable, to say the least.
“But if you’re a naughty boy, you will be punished,” she exclaimed, mock sternness in her voice.
“Yes, Mommy. I’ll be a good boy,” I promised, playing along with the scene. In a perverse sense, I wondered if this kinky Mommy and Son routine may be driven by Simone’s antics.
‘No. Don’t overthink it Oli,’ I thought to myself. Rebecca reached out and started to remove my jeans. I moved to help her by lifting my ass off the recliner.
“Oh, good boy,” Rebecca cooed. “Mommy likes a good little helper. Good helpers get rewards.”
My erection had now burst through the opening at the front of my boxers and was standing proud.
“Here is your reward.” Rebecca leaned forward and took the head of my cock in her mouth and sucked it gently. At the same time, she placed one hand on the base of my manhood and started to move it up and down, slowly. The sensations running through me were electric. I groaned in pleasure. Rebecca lifted her head and ceased her stroking.
“Did you speak out of turn?” she asked me, sternly. “That won’t do. Punishment for you.”
Whether she meant the phrase to rhyme or not I don’t know. She didn’t miss a beat however and tucked my raging hard-on back into my boxers, making it strain against the remarkably uncomfortable fabric. Possibly because one of her hands was also pushing against my ball sack, quite hard.
“What do you say to Mommy?” She demanded of me.
Immediately, I replied, “I’m sorry Mommy, I won’t do it again.” She released the pressure on my balls and returned to her ministrations on my cock.
‘I’m quite liking this,’ I thought to myself. Suddenly realising that perhaps I wasn’t as vanilla as my previous girlfriend had thought.
Once more Rebecca had the head of my cock in her mouth, licking the tip sensually. A hand was stroking the shaft and I was again in paradise. I reached up to cup one of her breasts through the fabric of the basque, but she must have felt me move under her and batted my hand away, blindly. I was impressed by her spatial awareness. The blow job continued for about five minutes until I was ready to explode again. Once again, Rebecca used edging to heighten the sensation.
Yesterday, it was twice before allowing me release. Presently, the count was at four, and I had serious doubts about managing to make it to five. I felt the familiar twitch in my balls as my climax began to build. I think Rebecca sensed that I wasn’t going to be able to stop myself this time and moved her hand so she could take the full length of my engorged cock deep into her throat.
The tension was building. Indescribable sensations of pleasure were shooting through my body when I felt a kind of cold, shivering sensation start in my toes and roll up my body like a wave breaking on a sandy shore. The orgasm was massive. My hips bucked wildly as the tension was released along with my thick cum. Presently the tingling subsided, and my senses returned. It was then that I realised that Rebecca still had my dick in her mouth, and she was still sucking. She looked up at me, innocently. She smiled, then dabbed at the corner of her mouth with her little pinkie finger.
“Yummy,” was all she said.
As I lay there, slightly bewildered and coming down from my natural high, Rebecca repositioned herself to be perched on the edge of the other recliner. As she sat, she spread her legs slightly and gently started to rub at her pussy.
“Do you like to watch me play with myself?” She inquired. As soon as I saw what she was doing, I felt stirrings in my cock once again. Despite its recent workout, I felt it begin to twitch.
“I adore playing with myself. Gently teasing my little clit and making it swell.” She rolled her head back and moaned a little.
“Feeling the lace of my panties on my skin makes me so wet.” It was as if she was talking to herself, not me.
I was mesmerised by the vision in front of me. Never in my wildest dreams had the thought entered my mind that I would get with someone as… I struggled to find another adjective, but there was only one that suited my current train of thought. With someone as perfect as Rebecca.
As I watched, I could see that Rebecca was starting to rub a little harder and with more urgency to the movements. Another groan of pleasure came from her, and she locked eyes with me.
“Should I take these off?” She asked coyly.
I just nodded my affirmation that I thought this was a good idea. She hooked the thumb of her free hand under the lace of the panties and pulled them towards her knees, wriggling on the seat a little, then with one deft movement, stood and let the panties fall to the floor, kicking them to one side when they landed.
Rebecca sat once more and opened her legs wide. Showing me her sex in all its glory. Returning her hand to her pussy, she parted her lips and allowed her fingers to become slick from her wetness, then gently slid her three middle fingers into her sex three or four times, before withdrawing them.
“I love to taste my pussy; it makes me so fucking horny.”
With her now very lubricated fingers, she raised them to her mouth and seductively sucked, delighting in the flavour of her pussy juices. It was plain to see that she was exceedingly horny, given her current state of undress.
My cock was now rock hard again. I stood up, removed my shirt, and walked the two steps to reach Rebecca. I reached up to her voluminous cleavage, which was threatening to succumb to gravity and spill over the top of her bustier. The lace trimming the top of the piece was putting up a valiant fight against a much superior force I thought. I decreed that I would have to help remedy this situation. Slowly, I reached out for the uppermost fastener of the top, only to find that it was fastened from the rear.
‘How the hell did she put this on?’ I wondered, while I gently motioned for her to spin around to allow me access to the device that was holding her generous bust prisoner in a Bastille of cotton and lace. Gracefully, she pivoted on one foot to face away from me, and I moved her long hair to one side, allowing access to my target. Quite by accident, I was a little too close and as I reached for the fasteners, the tip of my cock pressed against Rebecca’s ass.
“Oooh, hello,” she giggled, playfully. I pulled back slightly and focussed on the fasteners. One by one the little metal prison guards yielded to my hands and before long, Rebecca’s generous breasts were now free. I turned her around once more, to face me. I cupped her tits with both hands, rubbing in a circular pattern. Rebecca placed her hands on mine and groaned loudly, pushing them even harder into the flesh. Subliminally telling me that she liked rough play with her tits.
“Do you like my tits, baby?” She whispered to me.
“Very much,” I replied as I crouched slightly to take one of her exceedingly erect nipples into my mouth. I suckled on the tit, teasing the nipple with my tongue and she let out a low long ‘oooh,’ sound. Her long, luscious hair was tickling my forehead, which was not an entirely unpleasant sensation. Presently, I came up for air and met Rebecca’s eyes.
“Do you want me, Oli? I’m so horny for you right now I could explode, baby.” The question surprised me a little.
‘Who in their right mind wouldn’t?’ I thought. I simply nodded and helped her lay down on the recliner. I suddenly realised. I had no protection with me.
“I want to, so very much,” I said, apologetically, “but I don’t have any protection with me,” I admitted. Rebecca regarded me with loving eyes.
“It’s OK baby, you won’t need anything. I take birth control to help with heavy periods, so win, win I guess.” Again, I was surprised at how open and honest she was being with me.
‘Then again, I suppose being this intimate with someone, inhibitions become a little redundant,’ I thought. I had to bring up the elephant in the room.
“It’s not just babies I’m concerned about,” I admitted to her. Still regarding me with such affection she smiled slightly and said words that I would never have expected, given how… experienced and comfortable she seemed with her sexuality.
“It’s OK baby, you don’t need to worry about STIs either. You see, I’m a virgin, at least in the biblical sense.”
Three little words and it was like a bomb had gone off in my head. I could see sparks and my ears were ringing.
“I see,” I said, tenderly. “Then I shall be exceedingly gentle.” This new information changed the entire dynamic of the situation. I had been steeling myself for a bucking bronco-style fuck session where I would have to hang on for dear life given how forward and confident Rebecca seemed.
Now I was the one with the experience and would be guiding this divine creature through her first experience of a proper fuck. Immediately I chided myself. I wasn’t going to be that guy. I wasn’t going to treat Rebecca as another notch on my bedpost.
I was developing some intense emotions for this woman, and I wasn’t about to make her first time unnecessarily wild or unpleasant. If she directed that should be the case throughout our time here, I would be happy to oblige, but it would be Rebecca that would set the pace which I would happily follow. I wasn’t going to fuck this woman! I was going to make love to her.
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I joined Rebecca on the recliner, my naked body lying next to her. It was a squeeze, but that made it all the cosier and more sensual. The stark contrast of warm flesh against cold leather was exhilarating. I reached out a hand to stroke her cheek, seeing how flushed she’d become. Her cheeks and the tops of her tits were almost glowing with a red rash.
I leaned forward and kissed her deeply, our tongues once again became entwined as she wrapped her arms around my body, holding me close to her. I pulled back slightly and with a free hand, I gently cupped and massaged each of her glorious tits. Playing with each nipple with my thumb and index finger, tweaking and twisting, with an occasional flick for good measure.
Each time, little squeaks and groans of pleasure came from her sensuous mouth. I realised that there wasn’t enough room to move where we were, and stood, scooping up Rebecca in my arms. I gently laid her down on the rug and lay between her legs. We kissed again, our tongues performing the most sensual ballet. I moved my kisses down her chest, tracing the outlines of her nipples with my tongue and then blowing gently where the skin was moist from my saliva.
Instantly, Rebecca shuddered with delight, her nipples becoming even more erect. I moved lower still, tracking my tongue down to her navel and gently circling its pretty little circumference. How had I not noticed the piercing that was there the other night? I looked up at her and asked…
“Are you sure you’re ready?” I didn’t want there to be any chance of regrets should things go south in the future.
“Oh, fuck yes,” was the reply.
‘OK,’ I thought and moved to part Rebecca’s legs. For her part, she was already one step ahead of me and had opened her legs and brought her heels to her ass cheeks. I took my shaft in my hand and gave it a couple of strokes, then gently eased it forward so that the head was just touching her pussy. Rebecca moaned at the sensation of me rubbing my throbbing cock on her soaking wet pussy, especially when my knob ran over her clit.
When I was satisfied that there was sufficient lubrication, I pushed the head in a little further this time, carefully watching her face for any signs of discomfort. Rebecca’s eyes went wide. She gasped, then held her breath. I started to pull out, but she stopped me.
“It’s just a lot thicker than I thought it would be. Don’t stop baby,” she breathed huskily. Gently I pushed in further and further, just a little at a time to make certain Rebecca was comfortable to continue all the time. Eventually, I was balls-deep in her sex and no adverse signs were coming from her face.
“Oh, my God, this feels fucking sensational,” she exclaimed. I was happy that she was happy, I began a slow rhythmic pumping in time with the beat of the music that was still playing. My hands wandered all over her milky white skin, caressing every inch I could reach with delicate fingertips barely touching her.
We kissed passionately for what seemed an eternity until I felt an urgency in her kiss and a fervent grabbing at my back indicating that she was close to cumming. I kept the rhythm going, I feared that altering it in any way would bust the groove we were in and blow her orgasm. Moans started to come thick and fast, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around my back, holding me deep within her and halting my movement.
I suddenly felt an immense clamping on my cock as her pussy muscles contracted, pulsing with the waves of her climax. Her fingernails nails dug into my back, and I could hear a muffled grunting with each spasm of her body.
“Holy fuck,” Rebecca managed to say, barely able to speak above a whisper in the aftermath of her first orgasm by actual intercourse. Myself, I had never been bareback before, and the sensation, which was an entirely different feeling from wearing a rubber, was electrifying. I wanted more. I never wanted this feeling to go away. The feeling of being this close to another human being, so intimate and sharing the most precious of things a person can share was intoxicating and I wanted it all the time.
There was no break this time. No, ‘your turn’ swapping. I simply continued making love to this beautiful woman and before long, between her kisses, her nails running down my back and her pussy clinging on to my cock like it was a life preserver signalled the arrival of yet another orgasm. I was about to cum for the second time, myself. I was about to pull out before cumming, when Rebecca locked eyes with me and breathed heavily.
“I want you to cum in me, Oli.” With this simple sentence, I blew my load. I couldn’t control my actions. It was such an erotic thing to hear. The power of my hips thrusting and the pulsing of my cock, quite beyond my control caused Rebecca to cum again herself. This time, she squealed loudly. The thought that someone may hear us never entered my head. The sensation of her pussy clamping around my cock, milking it for every drop of cum was indescribably pleasurable. Legs once again around my back, holding me in place until her ravenous pussy had devoured every drop from my withering cock.
I collapsed on top of Rebecca, panting heavily and with sweat making my skin slick. Rebecca once again wrapped her arms around me and kissed me deeply, she looked deep into my eyes and said, “That was amazing. Thank you for making my first time so special.”
I smiled broadly and kissed her again.
“For me too!”
We lay there, entwined for quite a while, the rug on which we lay was deceptively plush and very warm. Holding each other and enjoying the music. I was absentmindedly running my fingers through her long red hair, luxuriating once again in how soft it felt to the touch when Rebecca broke the silence.
“I’m a little bit hungry. Shall we go back inside and forage a little?” I’d not thought of anything other than how utterly smitten I was with this woman. Everything about her matched everything that I was looking for in a partner. Physical attractions and attributes aside, Rebecca’s mind was equally as engaging as her body.
She was both eloquent and elegant. She also possessed a level of refinement and sophistication that made me wonder quite what she saw in me. I knew that I was seriously punching above my weight with her. Rebecca looked like a model, and equally as good in sweats and trainers or dressed in a ballgown with heels.
It was a bit basic of me, I know, but she was a demon in bed too. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t been taken aback by just how forward and adventurous; and foul-mouthed she was the first night we’d spent together. It’s not the main reason for my falling more and more for her, but it certainly was a very powerful motivator.
“I could eat after that workout,” I said, my stomach grumbling loudly in agreement I smiled apologetically.
“Sounds like we’d better hurry,” was her quick reply.
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We dressed and Rebecca lifted the blinds. To my surprise, it had gone past dusk. There were little lanterns on posts at about waist height that marked the pathway back to the house. I looked at my phone to check the time. The display made me wince with the brightness in the gloom of the dark. Cheerfully glowing over Rebecca’s first racy picture were the digits 20:37. How had we spent six hours in the summerhouse?’ I wondered to myself as Rebecca clasped her hand in mine and we ambled along the dimly lit path towards the house.
A bright, widely angled automatic security light blinked on with a small click at the back of the house, allowing for easier access to locks and handles that otherwise, would be shrouded in darkness. To my surprise, the omnipresent Carter opened the door for us as we approached.
“Good evening, Miss, Sir.” I didn’t think I was ever going to get used to being called that in this type of opulent environment. “I trust you have both enjoyed your afternoon in the gardens?”
I was no master of hidden innuendo, but even I could hear the double-entendre that was hidden in the word ‘enjoyed.’ I deferred entry to Rebecca first, trying to be a gentleman. As we each passed through the portal, she replied enthusiastically.
“Yes, thank you, Carter. You’ve done a wonderful job with the gardens and sprucing up the summer house.”
We passed through to a new area of the house for me, the kitchen. It was nearly as large as the dining room with multiple hobs and ranges. Double ovens and grills littered one wall. A large island in the centre served as a prep area and as a breakfast bar.
“Carter, would you please make two of your grilled cheese specials and two cocoas?” Rebecca looked at me, searching for my approval. I simply nodded, thinking “Who doesn’t like grilled cheese?”
“Also, when they are ready, could you bring them to my room please?” Rebecca asked politely. That was the one characteristic about her that I was coming to admire the most, despite the surroundings and obvious wealth her family had, she remained humble and polite. Not once had she ever treated anyone other than respectfully. Of course, Simone was the exception to that rule.
“Very well, Miss,” Carter confirmed the request. “Do I take it that Sir will once again be staying with us?” he continued to ask. Rebecca looked at me.
“Only if he would like to,” was her simple reply.
“I would like to, very much,” I said, giving her hand a little squeeze and perhaps a little too quickly.
“Very good, Sir,” was all Carter said in answer to my reply. “I will bring your food and drinks up presently Miss. Please enjoy the rest of your evening.”
With that, Rebecca and I walked hand in hand through the house and upstairs to her bedroom once again.
As we entered her room, I noticed a bundle of clothes on the end of the bed. They all looked new and were in my sizes again. Next to the neatly folded clothes was another bundle that comprised pyjamas and a fluffy white dressing robe.” A handwritten note placed neatly on the top of the clothes read. “Good evening, Oliver. I surmised that you may stay with us for another night. Please, keep these clothes as a token of our family’s reunion. You will always be welcome in my home, under one provision. Take loving care not to hurt my little girl.”
The script was ornate and written by a skilled hand. There was an old-fashioned red wax seal at the foot of the note with what I assumed was the family crest embossed into it. Directly above the seal, the letter was simply monogrammed ‘H’. ‘That wiley old bastard,’ I thought, grinning widely. Thoughts of Professor Wynn and ancient Babylon early tomorrow morning were the last thing on my mind as I watched Rebecca remove her top and sweatpants and head towards the ensuite.
“Are you coming?” Rebecca asked me playfully, holding her hand out towards me. I needed no encouragement. I swiftly undressed and hurried to join Rebecca in the shower.
I stood behind Rebecca, she had shed all vestments, scattered unceremoniously across the floor of the ensuite. She was standing fully nude, the first time I had seen her as such with my own eyes. She was regarding herself in the wall-sized mirror in the ensuite. The shower was already running, filling the enclosed space with wisps of steam. I placed my hands on her hips and gently kissed her neck. She let her head fall to one side and sighed with pleasure.
Continuing to place little kisses on her neck and shoulders, I reached my hands up to cup her remarkable tits once more. They were deliciously supple yet firm. I took great delight in the fact that her nipples responded immediately to my touch and became impossibly erect. Her nipples were not the only thing that became erect. I massaged her tits for a few moments and once again felt my cock pushing into her ass cheeks.
“Somebody wants to play again,” Rebecca said, gleefully. I continued kissing her neck, and simply mumbled ‘Uh-hu,’ in agreement. Rebecca pushed me back slightly so she could move towards the plinth that held twin wash basins. I followed and pressed myself against her front, kissing her passionately. Her arms snaked around my back and pulled me into her, as close as she could get me.
I felt impossibly alive. Every sense was alert, the smells, textures, and sounds… all seared into my memory. The insistence of Rebecca’s kiss became more urgent, and I could tell that she was once again extremely aroused. I placed my hands on her waist and lifted her onto the plinth. She gasped when the cold marble of the plinth contacted her toned ass cheeks, but not once did she break our kiss.
To my surprise, the plinth was at the perfect height to allow her pussy to be aligned with my swollen cock. With little effort, my cock found her soaking hole on the first attempt. There was no gentle easing this time, and her hungry pussy devoured my shaft in one, deft motion.
Simultaneously, we groaned with pleasure, and I thrust my hips rhythmically again. Rebecca placed her hands around my neck and leaned back slightly to facilitate deeper penetration of my turgid member. She had found the best angle and groaned loudly once again. Almost immediately, I could feel her pussy clamping onto my shaft and the tell-tale change in her breathing once again suggested that she was close to cumming. To be fair, so was I. My thrusts got harder, and she grunted with each deep stroke of my cock until she started writhing on the marble and her hips started to buck.
The sensation of this drove me over the edge, cum came lancing out of my cock into her hungry pussy. I stayed motionless for a time. The toll of having come three times in one day, in such close succession had drained me, figuratively and literally. I needed a moment to recover and to allow the almost painfully delightful sensation enveloping my cock to diminish sufficiently to allow me to withdraw.
Presently, I helped Rebecca dismount the plinth and held her tightly. I realised that we had not just enjoyed a simple cuddle in our few days together. I felt it appropriate that our first should be as the Lord had intended, naked. I don’t know how long we embraced. It was not cold, as the steam from the still-running shower was warming the enclosed space nicely. Not wanting to, but needing to, as I could feel the last few drops of now cold cum hitting the tops of my foot, I broke the embrace and suggested we make use of the running water.
“Maybe, as the shower is running, we should clean up a little?”
Rebecca agreed, and we entered the glass cubicle that was comfortably large enough to accommodate two adults and we began to sensually wash each other. My hands felt different on Rebecca’s skin, it was certainly arousing, but not exceedingly erotic. I found that I could comfortably massage the lather into Rebecca’s porcelain skin without my cock becoming engorged.
It seemed to matter not if I was tending to her arms, her thighs, her tits, or her ass. It was undeniably a thoroughly enjoyable experience. That it came without the need to have sex immediately was a surprise to be sure. Rebecca later admitted to me that she had similar feelings when she reciprocated the washing process. The only exception to this rule was with the washing of the cock and pussy… except for the most extreme of circumstances, any touch in those erogenous zones immediately awakens the desire to have sex in both men and women.
We finished washing each other and towelled off most of the moisture. Rebecca retrieved our dressing robes and we found two cold grilled cheese sandwiches and two mugs of now lukewarm cocoa had been left on a little fold-out table that Carter must have brought to the room with him, along with supper. Rebecca and I looked at each other and we couldn’t help but laugh! Had Carter heard us in the shower?
A wave of mortal embarrassment washed over me, and as soon as it arrived, it went. I had nothing to be ashamed of. We were both consenting adults, moreover, Hamish had given his blessing for the relationship to continue by granting permission for me to stay in Rebecca’s room.
Perfectly on cue, my stomach growled, protesting that we had left supper to cool. Rebecca giggled and suggested that we try to eat, after all; Carter had prepared his grilled cheese special at Rebecca’s request. I moved the table to the end of the bed, sat down and retrieved half of the sandwich and took a bite from one corner. There was an explosion of flavour on my tongue and my eyes went wide with appreciation.
“Carter uses paprika on the cheese as it’s melting,” Rebecca advised, clearly seeing the question forming in my wide-eyed appreciation for this delightful food. Rebecca retrieved a remote control from her nightstand and then sat beside me. She clicked on the huge 4K TV which was recessed into the feature wall of the room. WTNH News 8 blinked onto the screen, and the little clock in the corner of the screen read 22:15. We sat in companionable silence for a while, catching up with current affairs and munching cold sandwiches. Before long, the food was gone.
“I’m still hungry,” stated Rebecca. “How about you?” She asked of me.
“I could eat some more.” Truth told, I was ravenous. It had been a hot minute since I had such a thorough workout, and I was sure to be aching tomorrow. Rebecca retrieved her phone from one of the pockets of her robe and pulled up ‘Just Eat’.
“Pizza, ok?” Asked Rebecca quizzically.
“I’m happy with whatever. I’ll eat almost anything,” I replied honestly. Rebecca looked up at me and shot me the most wicked of grins.
“Don’t I know it,” she exclaimed. I felt flush with embarrassment again. Pizza was ordered, Rebecca then searched her contacts for a number and dialled it.
“Yes, Miss?” Came the reply.
“I’m sorry to bother you this late Carter, but we have a pizza delivery coming in about twenty minutes. Could you be a lamb and bring it to us when it arrives, please?” Rebecca looked at me lovingly, I imagined that my face was reflecting a similar emotion.
“Very good, Miss, of course.” With that, the call was over and Rebecca turned off the TV and came closer to me to snuggle in. I wrapped my arm around her and kissed her head.
“Your hair is still wet. Would you like me to towel it for you?” I asked. Rebecca looked up at me and declined apologetically, stating that she liked to let her hair air-dry, otherwise it was a ‘bird’s nest of hideous proportions and would take a week to get straightened out again.’
I changed the subject. “It’s been quite the day, eh?” Rebecca agreed with me.
“What has been your favourite part?” She asked me, piercing me with an intense gaze. The interrogative served to put me on the spot.
“I would have to say…” I stalled, while my mind raced through the day’s events. “I would have to say that beating the Simone test has to be my favourite, just to see the look on her face!” Rebecca giggled, stating “YES! The old slut had no idea where to put herself.” We locked eyes again.
“Come lie on the bed with me,” Rebecca whispered, “I want to just cuddle with you for a while.”
She motioned to the top end of the bed. I was happy to oblige. I repositioned myself on the bed and Rebecca lay next to me, in much the same way that she had on our first night together. She snuggled down in her robe and I pulled her in tight to my side. I resolved at that moment that I would protect this woman with my life, should the situation warrant. “I wonder if this is what love feels like?” I thought I had wondered to myself, absently.
A heartbeat later Rebecca looked up at me and simply said, “Yes.”
