A Day in the life of David Williams Part 3

“OK so what’s the story with you and Brian’s little sister?” she chuckled.

“I was ten she was eight. Hardly boyfriend and girlfriend to be honest. Kissed a few times and cuddled a lot. Took her to Saturday morning pictures and brought her ice creams during the intermission. More the little sister I never had, to be honest. I send a birthday card, chocolates and or flowers to ‘Lil Sis’ from ‘Big Bro’, always have. So she gave you my address?”

“Better than that. She opened up her contacts, found you, passed the phone to me and told me to share them with myself. I did and asked her not to ring you, just in case I chickened out.”

I stopped her there and reached for my ever present mobile phone on the tray. It took only moments. ‘Hi, can you send my Little Sister the biggest, best 'est floral arrangement and a great big card saying ‘THANK YOU’ in the biggest letters possible please.’ I hung up.

“That should cover it for now. I feel a celebratory dinner is in the offing, if we have anything other than a damn good fuck session to celebrate?”

She looked at me in surprise.

“What? That was my local florist. I send Lil Sis flowers and cards frequently, as you know, they are on my ‘list’ under Lil Sis. Right, ladies first… questions?”

“Two, at the moment. I’ll probably think of more once it’s all sunk in; If this place was basically ‘home’ and your parents were in business… how come you lived in a grotty bed-sit when you could have probably owned the entire house?”

“I enjoyed my job. The bed-sit was convenient, somewhere to eat, sleep and take a bird to. When I met you I did think of upgrading but the first time you refused my offer of marriage I assumed that you didn’t fancy a long term arrangement, so did nothing. Second time you refused I was pretty sure it was a short term relationship. You clearing off told me that I was correct. Second question?”

“The girly pix, why didn’t I know about them?”

“I took the photos to pull the girls, simple as. With luck I’d bed a few, more than a few as it turned out. When I met you I didn’t need to pull girls any more. I had you, perfection personified. I stopped taking the photos of stray birds and concentrated totally on you. Didn’t start taking them again until I was getting a load of stress working in the family business. Any more or is it my turn now?”

“Your turn, should I put my running shoes on?”

“I hid all your clothing while the coffee was doing it’s thing, so no escape for you, I’m afraid. Why did you keep the locket?”

“That’s easy peasy, I haven’t stopped loving you. I ran away because I couldn’t have your babies and I didn’t want you to be disappointed. When you were telling me about your first wife I realised that I’d misinterpreted what you’d said at our first breakfast. You said ‘I don’t need to worry about making a girl pregnant’. I read that to mean that it was my problem not yours. Not that you were impotent. I’m so, so sorry.”

“No need to be sorry, I should have been more explicit. Not an easy thing to admit… is it? So, in a nutshell you ran away because you were unable to bear me the children I couldn’t help you make and I asked you to marry me because you wouldn’t be able to make the children I couldn’t father? That about right?”

“I’m afraid so. How did you know I was unable to have children?”

"Because you didn’t take a pill while we were in bed Sunday morning. You didn’t take one on Monday morning either. Even if you had understood that I was impotent you wouldn’t have stopped just like that. You didn’t take any pills all the time we were together, never went to the doctors and never collected a fresh batch of pills. Girls were on the pill so there was no need for you to hide it. That cover it?”

“It does! I never realised that you were so tuned into these things. Silly sod, ain’t I?”

“Ain’t ain’t English, ain’t ain’t,” I laughed.

“And all this happened or didn’t happen because I didn’t ask… bloody fool that I am! When is Brian’s sister’s birthday… in relation to when I jumped ship?”

“Err, ten? Eleven days after… why?”

“Because Ruth told me that you were cheating on me and sending flowers and chocolates to somebody else regularly. That was the catalyst! The bitch, I’ll bloody kill her!”

“No you won’t… What did Julie say? ‘It’s fate and his time but not yours. It wasn’t to be, your fate lies ahead of you.’ Maybe Julie is right… his time not yours? His time was to have a family, two beautiful wives, a successful business… and an early death? Your time was or is something completely different, your constant talisman, an interesting life, two happy marriages and finally, hopefully, back where your talisman belongs. A full circle, the hard way. My fate? Who knows but Grandma did say ‘que sera, sera. What will be will be’ and I hope you are very much involved. I suggest that our fate was not to be together at an age when we had to endure the anguish of not being able to have a family but ahead of us, to a time when we were too old to even worry about having a family? Would that work?”

“It would, except why was I told that you were married with kids? Why were you told that I’d died in 2014… Why was I told by my best friend(?) that you’d sent ‘some girl’ flowers and chocolates which gave me the excuse to run away?”

“That’s fate playing its evil games. If we accept that our lives are pre-planned by whatever, call it fate, everything falls neatly into place. The flowers and chocolates split us up. The marriage and kids stop you looking for me. Your death stops me looking for you. Yesterday’s funeral brings us back together when we could live out our lives, together, quite happily… We could send her a large bouquet of digitalis though.”

“And deliver it personally! I could live with that, could you?”

“With you by my side I could live with anything.”

“Does that mean I don’t have to drive home naked?” she chuckled dirtily.

“Not so fast young lady, I’ll have to audition you first. Make sure you’re still capable?” I tried to keep a straight face, really I did.

“Here? By the lake or do we HAVE to go indoors?”

“You have to wait here. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes!”

It took very little time to retrieve the cushions from the garden chalet. I organised them on the table top.

“Right! Useful bits just here,” I indicated exactly where her useful bits should be with my hand, “and your head up there somewhere,” I waved my hand vaguely towards the middle of the table.

She pouted at me!

“Would you like your bottom paddled young lady?”

She grinned happily.

“Yes please Sir.” she laughed as she climbed onto the table and wriggled into the required position.

I told her to lift and spread. She didn’t need to ask what she was to lift or spread. Pulling one of the wooden seats into position I grabbed another cushion and sat positioned between her wide parted legs. Bending forward I drank in the total beauty of her pussy. It was swollen, looked absolutely battered and was still oozing a little spunk, my spunk! It looked absolutely beautiful. I ran my finger appreciatively over the total smoothness.

“Very nice! Did you do it yourself or have it done professionally?”

“Went to a salon two days ago hoping you’d be seeing it today, or last night, and that it wouldn’t be too painful to enjoy your pleasure today. Told the guy to make a perfect job of it as I was going to see a former lover and that I hoped to convert him into the current model. Not sure if he believed me though.”

I had no doubt that she had said exactly that nor did I have any doubt that he totally believed her.

“Feet on my shoulders, lift your bum!”

“Ooooh kinky!”

She lifted as instructed and I shoved the wedge shaped cushion into position.

“Keep your feet on my shoulders until I say otherwise”

“Yes Sir!”

I dived in head first. As my head moved forward and down so her knees moved backward and wider apart. My tongue found the very edge of her puckered ring. My nose pressed between her swollen, glistening labia and nestled comfortable at the very entrance to her tunnel of love. I wriggled my head pressing deeper with my nose while my tongue licked quickly around her anus.

“Oh! Oh! David, what ARE you doing to me?”

I didn’t answer, assuming that she’d probably work it out for herself eventually. Moving my head slowly upwards I moved my tongue from her ring of delight and my nose worked it’s way gently up between her folds until it reached her clitty. I pressed hard onto it while flicking my tongue in, out and around about the entrance of her pussy. I was rewarded with a very loud ‘Ahhhhh!’.

For the next several minutes I contented myself with zigzagging my nose up and down between her clitty and her fuck tunnel while my tongue repeated the movement between her pussy and anus. The cries of pleasure, instructions to stop counterpointed by promises of instant death should I so dare, subsided to be replaced with urgent up thrusts of the apex of her wonderful legs into my face.

The first orgasm approached far quicker than I’d expected. The pressure of her feet on my shoulders increased rapidly as she tried to maintain a high rate of face-fucking while her orgasm rushed towards a climax. At the last possible moment she grabbed the back of my head, held it still and drove her pussy into my face and ground it around and around covering my face with the juices of her pleasure.

I let her recover then opened procedures once more with a tender, loving stroke of my tongue around the hard nub of her engorged clitty.

“No! Stop! I need a rest.”

Lifting my head I looked straight up her beautiful, naked body, between her glorious breasts and straight into her sparkling eyes.

“No you don’t!”

Sucking her clitty into my mouth I strummed it urgently with my tongue.

“Ahrrrrrr!”

I grinned inwardly and murmured into her flooding pussy… ‘told yer so!’.

A slightly different technique was required for her next cumin.

Sliding my big hands under her pert bum I lifted her pussy to my open mouth. Pushing hard to seal her lips with mine I breathed warm air into her body. She sighed contentedly and I repeated the process three or four more times before bringing my tongue into play. A hard, rolled tongue probed into her fuck hole and I blew carefully, directing the air flow with movements of my tongue. My technique was met with giggles and little shudders.

“Is that called air conditioning?” she laughed.

Clearly she wasn’t in need of soft and gentle so I used my thumbs to stretch her pussy wide, held her open with one thumb and shoved the other unceremoniously as deep as possible. My thrust was met with and equal and opposite upthrust of her hips and a long, drawn out sigh of satisfaction. I thumb fucked her hard and fast while her thrusting hips and dirty mouth encouraged me to greater efforts.

Introducing my ring fingers into the fray I switched between two fingers and two thumbs by way of a finger and thumb combination. With my ring fingers slippery with her juices and my spunk I set them to circling her dark rose putting her hips and mouth into overdrive.

Whilst her hips added a twist and turn into the thrusting upstrokes her mouth called me a filthy bastard for even thinking of finger-fucking her pussy and arse at the same time. I didn’t bother to point out that I wasn’t thinking about it, I was damn well doing it, to both holes!

I didn’t hang around, if she hadn’t been arse fucked in the last half century then her muscle memory had better be as good as her proper memory. I pushed one finger against her back door and was delighted to feel it open reasonably easily. I pushed a thumb into her pussy and used both finger and thumb to fuck her holes. Her language would have made an old time sailor blush but her pussy spurted and lubricated my wrist and the palm of my hand. I swapped the digits over and thumb and finger fucked her to a second orgasm in as many minutes. I let her rest for a few moments after she’d stopped swearing at me and driving her hips up to force my digits as deep as possible. I even went so far as to ease my probing digits out of her holes and left them to circle the entrances.

I waited until the time was totally wrong for her, that is relaxed and basking in the afterglow of a few really decent orgasms… then I shoved two fingers into her arse and two thumbs deep into her pussy, full depth and absolutely no hesitation.

Her hips drove up urgently. Her juices showered my hands.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” she screamed loud as she pushed onto my hands urgently.

Working my way carefully from the sitting position to as close to standing as possible without removing my hands from her jerking body I grinned down at her.

“As the Slut wishes. Arse or pussy?”

She seemed to be thinking about it!

“Pussy! Last time a cock went in my arse it was yours. We’ll need to practice or I’ll be no good to you for a week.”

I could accept that. Easing my thumbs back I used them to hold her pussy entrance wide. She guided my cock home and thrust upwards to make it welcome. I did my best to keep my fingers in her arse while she urgently fucked my cock and my thumbs played with her clitty.

There was no way I was gong to cum for a long time but her orgasms flowed one after another with the ease of a river flowing downstream. She stopped when she was exhausted. Easing out of her I helped her move up the table so that she could lay comfortably with her head on another cushion. I moved to the side, sat on the bench and took her erect nipple into my mouth. She moaned but made no attempt to stop me. Leaving her pussy to recover a little I moved my attention to her breasts, alternating between soft and gentle and hard and rough but not so rough that she was damaged too much. A little bruising in the morning should be well received, if she was anything like she used to be. If she wasn’t? I’d have to kiss them better.

With an enormous shudder she climaxed and just sort of flopped back on the table. Time to stop for a while. Nuzzling her ear I whispered

“Still able to cum to order then?”

“For the right man,” she mumbled, “both my husbands stopped after the first one thinking they’d properly satisfied me. You’d be shocked at the number of times I’d get my toys out, when they were asleep, and pretend it was you using me.”

I let her rest while I just sat beside her and drank in her beauty until she opened her eyes and smiled up at me.

“Thank you, that was incredible!”

Picking her up I cradled her in my arms and headed for the house.

“Where are we going?”

“Bed! You look exhausted and I’ve had more exercise in the last couple of hours than I’ve had in the past month.”

I didn’t rush, you can’t at my age, but we made it.

“Get the door for me please.”

As the door swung open I lowered her to her feet and drew her into my arms tightly.

“This is my bedroom,” I told her clearly, “the only woman to have slept in here, with me, is my wife Eve. If you step over this threshold you are agreeing to becoming my wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward until death do us part. If you are not comfortable with that we can use another bedroom. We have five more to choose from plus three in the cottage.”

Happily she didn’t fight to escape but threw her arms around my neck and kissed me, quite forcibly.

“Only until death do us part? I was hoping for ‘forever’ at least.”

Taking my hand firmly in hers she deliberately stepped over the threshold and waited for me to follow. I did so, without any hesitation.

“Our bedroom?” she teased.

“Our bedroom.” I confirmed as I pulled her back into my arms and smothered her smiling face with kisses. “Shower? First? Or a couple of hours sleep then a shower?”

“Would you mind if we just snuggled and slept?”

She led the way into the room while I paused to close the door, habit more than necessity.

“Oh my goodness!” she exclaimed.

Stepping up behind her I pulled her backward into my arms and nuzzled her long neck.

“Do I remember you?” I laughed.

To one side of my king sized double the side table displayed a twelve in by ten inch photograph of her sitting on a bench by the river. At her feet were ducks, waiting to be fed. On the other side of the bed a twelve by ten showed her posed on the low hanging bough of the beech tree that was actually about 25 yards from the same bench. Over the bed was a twenty sixteen of her in a classical portrait pose. Displayed around the room on all flat, reachable surfaces, were more photos of her in various locations and different poses.

She turned to face me with a massive smile on her face.

“Really?”

“Don’t get too excited,” I teased, “they come out on the date we met and remain out for forty eight hours, the time it took for me to meet you and fall in love with you. Then they get put away until the following year except the twelve by ten of you not feeding the ducks, that’s always been on display somewhere. It was Eve’s idea, a shrine to your memory. She created one for her father on the anniversary of his passing. I’ve always had photos of you in pretty much every room in the house. Every room except the downstairs toilet that is. There’s a 15x12 on the back of the door of my first wife, naked with her legs wide parted.”

“That’s just plain evil!” she laughed

She led the way to our bed and flopped backwards, her legs parted.

“If you want it, it’s there and I’ll not complain but I’ll probably be asleep before your cock-head even enters my pussy.”

“When was the last time I fucked you just for my own pleasure?”

“Never.”

I joined her on the bed and helped her to get into bed properly. She spooned in close, snuggled in my arms and was asleep in moments. I wasn’t long behind her.

“David, you awake?” “No, are you?” “No, but your cock and my pussy are playing footsie,” she giggled.

“Is that a problem?” “No but I think we’ll both enjoy it more if your cock was playing footsie with my cervix, don’t you? How do you want me?”

“Side of the bed, kneeling.”

“Doggy? My favourite position. Are you going to feed me your bone? Is that four in the afternoon or four in the morning?”

“It’s a twenty four hour digital clock.”

She took up position without hesitation and adjusted until she thought cock and pussy would line up to our mutual advantage. Sliding off the bed I walked around and stepped in behind her. Wiping my glistening cock head up and down her dripping, swollen slit I found that no adjustment was required.

“Fuck me hard David! Punish me for being a stupid idiot and running away. Then fuck me harder still to show me that you are going to punish me every day from now on.”

I had no problem with that! Using my thumbs I opened her slit and exposed her fuck hole. I didn’t need to guide my cock into place, everything lined up perfectly. Leaning forward I watched delightedly as my knob head nestled snugly into her pussy entrance. The feel and the view made me tremble with excitement and my cock throb. I heard her moan expectantly.

Without any hesitation whatsoever I pulled her pussy up onto my cock while driving my cock forward and down into her pussy. I positively glowed with an animal need as I felt my cock head forcing it’s way down her fuck tunnel. She squealed before I’d bottomed out and continued to shout and holler until my balls slapped against her arse.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Has your cock grown or has my pussy shrunk?”

“You’ll get used to it!”

“I fucking hope not!”

Easing her pussy forward and my cock back until cock-head and pussy entrance were once more aligned I paused. Her whole body tensed so I slapped her arse.

“Ouch!”

“Relax or I’ll paddle your arse.”

“Promises, promises.”

Ramming my cock home again I held her hips so she had no possible escape and fucked her steadily with short, sharp stabbing actions. Each time my cock-head hammered against her cervix. After a couple of minutes of hard, steady hammering she soaked my balls with her cum. As the flow of cum lessened she gingerly altered her position from getting support from her hands to reliance on her elbows and forearms. As I’m sure she hadn’t forgotten this altered the angle of my cock-head in her pussy. As I drove my cock home it pushed against the back wall sliding along until it hammered her cervix from behind. She yelped, giggled and drove her pussy back onto my cock as I started to ease it out.

“You’re a fucking animal! Thank god,” she laughed, “I didn’t realise how much I’ve missed having you shaft me. Sorry.”

“And so you should be!” I responded continuing to pound her pussy vigorously.

With the new angle her next cum didn’t soak my balls but the base of my cock… then it flowed down over my balls. I didn’t let up and although she continued to moan and complain that I was just using her like a fuck toy and whore she never once suggested that I stop. So I didn’t.

One thing I didn’t realise until I’d got older was that once my cock was hard and inside a beautiful woman I seemed to be able to continue fucking for hours. I’d be exhausted before I finally dumped my load. On the down side, once I had filled her pussy, belly or arse I’d be useless for anything other than finger fucking her or eating her out. I didn’t actually see that as a down side, more a win/win in my opinion.

She still hadn’t dropped her position from on her forearms to on her nose and forehead so I continued to fuck her hard, driving my cock as deep and as hard as possible. She came again and collapsed onto her face on the bed.

Before following her down I shoved my thumb in my mouth and made it slick with saliva then placed it in the centre of her dark rose and began to circle.

“Don’t you fucking dare!”

“Bollocks!”

Pressing my thumb home I rammed my cock into her pussy hard and fast. Cock met thumb with only a thin membrane between, she came hard, squeezing my cock against my thumb. My balls exploded and pumped load after load of spunk into her pussy.

She collapsed onto the bed. With the loss of her hips for support I followed, only just managing to slew to one side thus preventing me squashing her. We both lay there gasping for breath.

“Dirty bastard,” she chuckled once we’d both recovered enough to think, “fancy you remembering that!”

Wriggling close I wrapped my arms around her and rolled onto my side. She rolled with me and together we wormed our way around the bed until we had our heads on the pillows. We snuggled. I think she dozed off for a while. I didn’t mind and spent the time quietly waiting for my heart rate to drop from five gazillion beats per to a more acceptable five hundred or so. Given time it might even get into the sub-one hundreds. Note to self – when you’re in your mid seventies you can’t fuck like you are still in your early twenties!

It was a good fifteen minutes before she raised her head and gave me the most delicious kiss you could possibly imagine.

“I never thought I’d ever hear myself say this but… I think we might have to ration our fuck sessions a bit,” she laughed delightedly.

“Once every half century?”

She giggled and went silent for a moment.

“Did we ever just…. You know, have sex?”

My turn to go silent and think.

“I don’t think so. It was pretty intensive as I recall. I can do soft and tender though, if required? I’ve done it a few times before. We could practice?” I offered, “shall I make us some tea?”

“It’s four in the morning!”

“No, it’s twenty past… in the afternoon. See the little ‘pm’ bottom right? It’s a 24 hour digital but I only use it in twelve hour mode. What would you like for dinner… cock’s off the menu today, I’m afraid.”

She called me a silly bugger and snuggled in close. “Don’t you dare touch me. I don’t think I’ll walk properly for a week!”…

We snuggled each with our own thoughts probably. Mine were about any possible real future we might have together. As to hers? No idea but I did take pleasure in her occasionally snuggling her head more into my shoulder.

“Would you mind if I had a look at the photographs?”

“Not in the least but you have to promise not to put any clothes on.”

“You’re just a dirty old man!”

“Hey! Less of the ‘old’!”

“Wasn’t planning on putting clothes on for at least the rest of today,” she laughed girlishly as she slid out of bed.

“Tea or coffee?”

I went off to make another pot of coffee and she set off to walk around the large bedroom.

Ten minutes later I returned with a tray and biscuits. She was sat the desk picking up a photo. She looked, chuckled and placed it carefully back exactly where it had been before picking up another.

Moving from the desk she continued her trip around our bedroom. My eyes followed her every move, drinking in her naked beauty and her incredible grace. Somehow she seemed to simply float over the deep pile carpet.

Every now and then she’d pick a photo frame up, giggle girlishly, turn to me and say ‘you remember this one? It was at …..’ and she’d rattle off the location or the circumstances or whatever and I’d say that I did. I didn’t say that I also remembered what film I had been using or that I could tell her what shutter speed and f stop. I’d been looking at them and remembering for over fifty years. I enjoyed her pleasure, very much.

After a slow lap of the photo gallery she came back to bed and sat close, her back against the headboard, like mine. I passed her coffee and offered biscuits. She declined with ‘need to watch my figure now’ and a little laugh.

“They’re lovely. Brought back some very happy memories”

“Thank you, That’s why I keep them. Have you anything planned for the near future? What would you like to do?”

She tilted her head and looked me straight in the eyes. She leaned in and kissed me tenderly on the lips before resting her head back on the headboard. She was clearly thinking.

“#I wanna stand with you on a mountain,
I wanna bathe with you in the sea.
I wanna lay like this forever,
Until the sky falls down over me...#

she sang slightly off key.

What about you?”

I grunted and groaned out the same chorus but I knew the words and could hear the tune in my head so I hoped she got the message.

“I didn’t know you couldn’t sing”

We both laughed.

“I did! As a young lad I was very happy and always singing my head off. Both my parents and my Grandparents had the same favourite tune and were always asking me to sing 'over the hills and far away,'” I paused while she dutifully laughed, “Maybe we shouldn’t give up the day job then? Any particular mountain? Any particular sea?”

“One with a cable car right to the top and warm sea?”

“It’s done! Soon as we get the practical bits organised. Clothes? Are we living here or yours? Where is yours? What do you need to do? When do we tie the knot?”

“You’re asking me to marry you?”

“I already did remember? A condition of entering my bedroom or is your memory that bad?” I chuckled, “want me to go down on bended knee?”

“No, better not. I don’t think I’ve got the strength to help you back up. Just so you are sure, YES! I’ll be delighted to marry you ASAP!”

Postscript.

Lil Sis and Jeff acted as witnesses. To thank them for bringing us back together we organised a trip for them to visit their children, grand-kids and their great grand child. They were dotted about the world and the pair of them, being over seventy, were a bit nervous about all that travelling alone. We also included specialist tour guides to accompany them. It was the least we could do.

For our honeymoon I took her on a boat ride… around the world… in a stateroom suite. Hey! They don’t put pockets in shrouds, not even for mobile phones.

The end