Remembering 6

The next several months found us both quite busy at work, and except for an occasional Saturday night we didn’t see each other much.  But finally, the Memorial Day weekend came around, we each managed a few extra days off, and once again we headed up to her cabin in the mountains.  We’d unloaded her SUV and aired the place out by mid-afternoon, and were enjoying a cold beer out in front of the place. “Hard to realize it’s already the end of May.  And even harder to think it’s been since February since we got it together the last time.”  Her comments echoed mine completely.  It was good to see her again, and our light sexual banter on the drive up to the cabin had kept me at least semi-hard much of the time. “Given any thought to what you want first?” I asked. She looked at me and grinned.  “You mean after?  First thing is you buried to the hilt and filling me with your cum.  Then, yeah.  Got a new toy a while back.  Want you to just watch, and then I’m going to give you a hand job like you’ve never had before…” Certainly had my attention with that comment!  But that was one thing I’d noticed since we’d gotten back together – she wasn’t hesitant to say what she wanted.  Oh, she’d always been fairly open about our sexual relationship, but now she seemed to have a bit more confidence in herself, maybe even a bit more lust in her needs and desires. She got up and we headed inside.  Once in the cabin, she told me to sit down in one of the easy chairs while she went back to the bedroom.  She returned in a few moments, naked, a new Rabbit in hand.  She smiled, then settled down on the sofa across from me.  She tossed the Rabbit aside, opened her legs, licked her finger, then reached down and started rubbing her clit.  “Mmmm…”  I stood up and started undressing, tossing each article of clothing onto the chair I’d been sitting in.  By the time I was naked, my cock was standing proud, ready to enjoy the tight pussy I saw before me. I knelt down in front of her, saw that when her ass was at the edge of the sofa I would be at the perfect height to mount her, and after she reached into her vagina and pulled some of her juices out, I slid forward and plunged it into her. “You still get really wet, don’t you?” “Uh huh.  Especially when I’ve been thinking about it for a few hours, and when I know what I’m gonna be getting.” Another of those moments you’ll need to use your imagination on; suffice it to say it wasn’t long before we were both enjoying strong orgasms.  We stayed coupled for some moments afterwards, and as I softened and slid out of her, she smiled and reached for the Rabbit.  “I really like the way this one works my clit,” she announced as she opened her legs and started rubbing the toy up and down her already wet slit.  Soon she had it turned on and was sliding it in and out of her pussy, and in hardly any time at all she was cumming again, long, hard, and loud.  She gave herself two orgasms, slumped back on the sofa for a couple of minutes, then gathered herself, brought her legs together, and looked up at me. “Hope you enjoyed the show,” she whispered, and she reached out her left hand to take hold of my balls and start handling them.  With her right hand, she gently touched my penis, and soon she was very very lightly stroking it, pausing now and then to rub some of my freshly flowing pre-cum around the head of it. It wasn’t long before I was hard and ready to go again. “Love your cock,” she said.  “Big and strong, hard and hot.  Did you enjoy our fuck?” “Sure did,” I responded.  “Always have liked your tight pussy.” “You can have it again later.  I want to see you shoot this time.  Spray your hot cum onto my tits.  Want to feel it run down my chest, through my hair, and onto my pussy… think you can make enough to do that?” I could feel her squeezing my cock hard at the base, making sure I wouldn’t cum quite yet.  One of many things she was good at, being able to tell when I was getting close. Over the next half hour or so she edged me three or four times, until my cock was really aching, really ready to pump out my cum onto her waiting breasts.  And during that time, I became aware that my balls had really tightened up, tightened up and started aching, just like my cock.  I knew I needed relief, and soon. “Nice,” she whispered.  “A cock looking to explode.  Don’t think I’ve ever seen you this hard, felt you this hot.  Love it.”  Now, she was pulling it a little harder, a little stronger, the fingers on her left hand stroking my balls a little harder.  “Give it to me, Matt… cum for me…”  And I exploded, what seemed like gallons of thick cum gushing out onto her chest between her breasts, flowing down over her navel, down onto her mound and into her bush.  Somehow I knew there would be enough to reach her pussy. I stood there, my knees weak, for what seemed like a long time.  She let go of my cock and balls and took the Rabbit and rubbed the end of it into the puddle of cum in her bush, and then she slid it inside herself again and turned it on.  I watched, dazed, as she fucked herself with her toy, over and over again, until she finally collapsed and let it slide slowly out of her well-used pussy. Neither of us moved for a time, and then I reached down, took her hand, and helped her to her feet.  Together we headed down the hall to the bedroom, where we collapsed in each others arms and slept for some hours.  It was dark outside when we finally awoke. The rest of the weekend was a mixture of masturbation and hard, hot sex, and when we got back to town we were both exhausted and more than satisfied. Epilogue Our Memorial Day weekend was the last time we saw each other.  Some weeks later, Jane was killed in a car accident on her way home from work on a Friday afternoon.  I did say a few words at a Life Memorial Service for her a few weeks afterwards.  Maybe we couldn’t make it as a couple, but we could (and did) have a lot of respect for each other, and some pretty good times together.