A Beautiful Heart

A Beautiful Heart

She was down on her hands and knees wearing cut off jeans and a robins egg blue blouse in the bright mid-May sun tending her garden when a deep voice behind her said, "Hello Kira."

She froze and sat bolt upright. "How does this man know my name?" she thought with some distress. She turned around to see a large, well dressed man lounging with his arm atop a fencepost. His fedora was set at a jaunty that threw the view of the right side of his face into shadow. She did notice something familiar in the part of his face that she could see, but couldn't quite remember who it belonged to. "Hello?" she asked guardedly while standing and turning to face him. "Have we met?"

"We certainly have, Kira. I lived here many years ago," he responded with a half twisted grin.

She looked at him up and down for a moment, almost remembering who he was from that simple grin. He was six foot four inches tall, weighed about two hundred and thirty pounds with weathered complexion. He wore a grey jacket with the collar turned up, further shading his face. The one fact she had was that he had lived in this house decades ago. "Elliot Havoc?" she queried.

"You remember me!" he grinned. How could she forget him. He was two years her senior but had always seemed to be the boy next door riding in to her rescue. He had always come to her aid and helped her survive the spiders and other denizens of the garden and always managed to stick up for her at school. He had always had a beautiful heart and genuinely cared for those around him. The last time she had seen him, she was a young girl in tears as she watched while he was thrown into the back of a black car and driven out of her life.

"I was so sorry to hear about your parents," she said in a sombre tone. "Then, you were gone too. We didn't know whether we'd ever see you again!" she said as she thought, "I didn't know whether I'd ever see you again!" "Now, here you are!" she finished.

"Oh, it was a wild ride" he returned, still doing his best to grin.

"Well, come on over and come on in." she invited. "I'll put on a pot of coffee. Seems we have some catching up to do!"

I'd like that very much!" he said now smiling widely as he walked around the fence that separated the two properties and followed her into her house. Once inside, he kicked off his shoes and followed her into the kitchen.

"Sit down at the table," she said. "Take your coat and hat off, stay a while!" she grinned.

With a little hesitation, he took off his hat and hung it on the back of the chair. He swept his coat off, placed it on the other post and sat down, apprehensive about the next few minutes.

She swept around from the counter to the kitchen table with a tray of coffee, cups and a plate of cookies. She placed the tray on the table before looking up and seeing him for the first time without his disguise.

It now became apparent to her as to why his clothing had been adjusted they way it was. It was obvious to anyone looking that he had been burned quite badly. She smiled and tried not to stare.

"That must have hurt," she remarked nonchalantly.

"It's okay," he said quietly. "I'm just not one of the beautiful people anymore."

She took his head in her hands, turned it to face her and looked him dead in the eyes. She took a breath and told him in a solemn voice, "The body is just a shell that houses the soul and heart. They're what are really important." She then smiled, "Now, how do you like your coffee?"

"Black please," replied Elliot both relieved and elated to hear that she felt that way.

She sat down on the opposite side of the table and got comfortable on one of the padded kitchen chairs. "So tell me, what have you been doing all these years?" she asked in earnest interest as she settled in to listen to what she was sure would be a fantastic story.

"Well, after they took me way from here, I was placed with my grandparents as guardians. As you can imagine, I was an atypical very angry young man; so, I was definitely too much for them to handle. They enrolled me in a military school upstate to get my attitude under control. From there, I entered R.O.T.C, and was on my way to becoming an officer and a gentleman in the army. I graduated just in time to go to the war in Iraq. I did two tours of duty in Iraq and one in Afghanistan. The tour in Afghanistan put paid to my military career.

"What happened?" she asked with natural concern in her voice. She was now picturing this angry young man in black leather, and the heat at her loins grew incrementally as the image resolved.

He sighed before beginning to recite the tale that he had told a thousand times. "Our group was escorting a shipment of food to a remote village when we were ambushed. The lead Humvee was hit by a rocket propelled grenade. It stopped dead where it was and a fire started. We all piled out of the vehicles in the column and assumed a defensive perimeter, firing in every direction when I heard screams coming from the lead vehicle. There were still some of my people trapped in that thing! I sprinted over and wrenched open the door to find six soldiers inside. I helped out everyone who was able to walk, but one was terribly wounded man was left, and he was unable to get out under his own power. I lifted him out to safety, and was backing away from the vehicle when the fuel tank exploded. The man in my arms was instantly roasted to death but his body protected me from a similar fate. That's where I got this," he said as he indicated the burns on the right side of his face.

"Oh my God," she said in a stunned voice. In mind, she thought, "Just like Elliot to do something like that. He really hasn't changed a bit!"

"That was just our little piece of a very big and very nasty war," he said quietly. "So, what have you been up to in the interval?" he asked, trying to change the subject.

After school, I decided to go into nursing," she began.

"Natural fit," he commented..

"A few years into my nursing career, I had an accident lifting a patient and wrenched my back. It did heal, but not all the way and still gives me trouble from time to time. I had to have three fused vertebra now.

"We've both had some adventures it seems," he pondered as he finished his coffee. "Well, it's been great to spend some time and catch up with you, Kira, but I have a few things to take care of today. May we continue this conversation later?"

"Ever polite," she thought. "Of course!" she smiled, getting up to see him out. Once he was gone, her curiosity got the better of her. She agonized for long minutes about prying into his life; but, in the end, she just had to know. She fired up her computer, determined now to find out more about her enigmatic childhood friend.

What she found shocked her. As she read through the list of his commendations and medals she thought "Should he put all of his brass on at once, he'd walk around with a heavy list to port!" she thought as she read down the list of his decorations. She found several commendations. One was for stopping a riot without firing a shot. He'd evidently won a silver star for his action in the escapade he had related to her. He hadn't told her about that part.

Then, she read the commendation that made her heart skip a beat. He was awarded the Congressional Medal of Honour! "At great personal risk to himself," the citation began. "Yeah, that sounds just like Elliot," she thought. "Major Elliot Havoc single handedly captured the three man crew of an enemy machine gun that had pinned down his column. This capture turned into an intelligence boon, saving many more lives." The fact that he also had three Purple Hearts for three different wounds was a testament to just how tough this old soldier really was. She sat and marvelled as the words on the page leapt off to inform her of the exploits of her childhood friend. The more she read, the more impressed she became with the man who had grown out of the boy she had once known.

The following morning, Kira was outside in her yard moving some decorative bricks that she intended to ring a flower bed with. It was hot already and her back was bothering her, but she wanted to get this part of the work done.

The Major appeared at his back door wearing army issue shorts, a black shirt with a bold "10" printed on the back in stark white, white socks and white sneakers. He took one look at what she was doing, vaulted the fence and began to move the bricks for her, saying, "No, no! You were just telling me yesterday afternoon about having a bad back. Moving these bricks will be just terrible for that. Just let me do this for you, okay?" he begged.

She nodded her consent and sat down on the step up to the porch, shook her head and smiled. "Typical Elliot. That part of him will never change. Here it is a decade and a half later and he's still coming to my rescue," she thought as she watched him move. "What's the ten for, Elliot?" she asked, making conversation.

"That's the number of my last unit," he replied, "Tenth Mountain Division. I've accumulated quite a few T-shirts over the years," he chuckled as he continued his self appointed task.

As he completed his mission, she jumped up, threw her arms around his neck and planted a big, wet kiss of appreciation on his neck. "Thank you," she beamed. "Always my rescuer!"

"For as long as you will have me," he replied in his baritone voice and a huge grin on his face.

A warm shiver ran through her entire system at the sound of his words. "Would you like to stay for coffee?" she offered as the words, "Would you like to stay forever?" echoed in her mind while she led him through the back door of her house.

As was the newly formed custom, Elliot kicked off his shoes and sat down at the kitchen table as she busied herself with the coffee. "You never told me that you won so many medals over there!"

"You looked me up, did you?" he asked rhetorically. "Yeah, I won some bits of tin with ribbons on them. They say on paper that I went above and beyond with my actions, but I can't name another soldier in any of my units who wouldn't have done exactly the same thing."

"You don't appreciate them?" she asked incredulously. "You won them for courage defending your country!"

He thought for a moment before answering. "In my heart, each of those medals represents a number of people who died so that someone else could award that to me. Do you know how many soldiers I lost under my command?" he asked.

"No, I don't," she admitted quietly, riveted to the man.

"Twenty seven soldiers died under my command over there," he said quietly, "and I see each of their faces every night when I sleep. Once you have seen war, you never really stop seeing it. Those medals are just a painful reminder of a horrible conflagration," he finished as his voice began to crack with emotion.

"My God," she breathed while she turned and enveloped his head in her arms. "I never thought about it that way. I'm so sorry for bringing it up." she said with clouds gathering in her blue eyes.

"It's okay," he comforted, sliding his arm around her. "You didn't know, now you do," he said with a grin.

She melted into his grasp. "So, did you ever meet that special someone in your life?" she asked. Immediately, she sensed his body stiffen and realized that she had just stepped on another land mine. "Ooh," she mentally fumed. "I just can't say anything right today!"

"Yeah, I thought I had," he replied in a lower voice but no moving his grasp. "Janice, my ex-fiancée, took one look at me like this and bolted before I could blink. I was down and blue about it for a while; but, I realized, just as you seem to have, that she was only superficial, with no depth beneath that. I came to understand that I had not really missed her, per sey, while I was overseas. The only thing I really missed about her over there was not having someone to hold at night." He paused for a moment before continuing, "I'm adjusting to the bachelor lifestyle, though. What about you?" he enquired, graciously accepting the coffee mug from his friend.

At this point, Kira very nearly blurted out, "I'm someone to hold at night!" but instead, gracefully sat down next to him, chuckling at his candidness. "Well," she began,"I developed a rather bad habit," she began. "I fell in love with the 'bad boys'. I made that mistake too many times. Then, I took it to the next level and even married one of these losers a few years ago. Worst mistake of my life, and it haunts me to this day! The first time he came home drunk and hit me, it was over. I waited for him to pass out, packed my things and left. Mom and dad took me back in and even left me the house when they moved to Florida a last year.

"What's his name?" asked the Major as the storm clouds began to roll across is brow.

"Vance," she spat venomously. If there was ever a flame between them, it was long extinguished. "He's a good looking low life," she began. "He sells illegal substances to the local college kids and fake IDs to the young ones. He'd walk over his grandmothers grave for the next big score. He's always playing an angle."

"Sounds like a charming young man," remarked the Major in a rather flat tone.

"Lowest Little Hoodlum in Texas!" she chuckled. "To re-gender a phrase, 'He ain't pretty he just looks that way'," she laughed as his bass guffaw joined hers. She watched a look of joy appear when he laughed. His whole face smiled when he did and the burned parts seemed to begin to fade, overlooked in the emotion. She was drawn to him in primal ways, ways she didn't truly understand; but, she could feel the waves of love emanating from him like she had from no other. She lazily draped a finger on his hand and held her breath.

Much to her great relief, he took her hand into his, pulled it to his chest and turned to face her She noted the semi wild look that had come into his eyes. It was his turn to take a chance. "You were always special to me, even when we were kids, Kira" he blurted. "I loved you back then, and I still do. I have a feeling that I always will." His face turned scarlet as the final words exited his mouth. "Ahh... I'm sorr... err... uhh... I mean... umm?" he sputtered, embarrassed that he had let his mouth get away from him like that.

Kira was somewhat shocked by the words of her friend. Now, as images from their youth flitted through her mind, she began to realize how right he was. Her own deep and unabiding love for him that she had harboured for him all of her life finally burst into flame. She put a finger to his lips to quiet him, then pressed her hungry mouth to his.

She allowed his tongue to probe the softness just inside her lips, touched her straight, white teeth and taste the sweetness of her inner self. She was delightfully animated under his kiss. He was enamoured with the thought that she was enjoying the fruits of his lips and relaxed into her embrace.

When they came up for breath, she fixed her with a demure, sultry look. She gripped his hand in hers and held it on her shoulder as she stood up and turned away from the table, bidding him to follow suit with her. He rose and followed her lead knowing instantly where she was leading him. His desire for her was reaching a fever pitch in the time it took them to reach her bedchamber.

He drew a deep breath as she pulled him through the portal and into her inner sanctum, leading him with her eyes, smile, and honeyed kisses. He followed her lead as she backed up in front of him, enticing and enchanting, making him want her more and more until her legs touched the side off the queen sized bed she slept in.

Her lips brushed his as she tucked her fingers under the hem of his T-shirt and began to draw it up his body. As they surfaced, he raised his arms and shook it off, and dropped it to the floor. This was the first time she had seen his torso without its customary clothing cover. Into his sculpted muscle, there was a circular scar on his left shoulder from where a bullet had found its mark, a jagged knife wound tracing across his six pack stomach and, of course, the burn that covered most of his right side.

As she gingerly ran her fingertips over his war scarred body, she could just imagine the pain he had endured as each was inflicted. She marvelled and shivered at the same time on seeing his scars, knowing that they were sustained in defence of their country, and indirectly, sustained in defence of her. The heat between her legs began to amplify exponentially as the thought crossed her mind.

This man was not a 'bad boy', the kind of man she had thought she wanted. This man was a genuine, one hundred percent, dyed in the wool 'bad ass'. She realized he would never hit her, would always protect her and was already devoted to her. His past deeds were more than testament to that. She looked up at him and met his ever soothing gaze.

His hands explored her body. Gently touching and soaking in every detail they encountered. They conveyed the message that she was precious to him and she revelled in it. As their lips and tongues continued to entwine, she felt his fingertips begin to explore her exquisite breast flesh.

A sigh escaped her lips as his fingers found purchase and gently caressed her chest through the light fabric her blouse. She had dreamed of making love with Elliot for a very long time; but, after he was whisked out of her life, she had never even dreamed that her fantasy would, or even could, be realized. Now, here he was in front of her in her bedroom. It wasn't exactly as she had romanticized, but it was definitely close enough.

He deftly began to undo the buttons of her blouse and unwrap her gorgeous body from the fabric constraint. The sight of her half naked body took his breath away, but she gave it back to him with their next passionate kiss.

Her hands trailed down to the waist of his shorts and then slid below, fondling his half hard cock through his shorts. He started as her fingers touched him and broke their kiss. "I'm sorry. It's just been awhile," he remarked with an awkward smile.

"It's okay," she breathed as she took his head in her hands and peered into his anxious face. "Just relax." she said soothingly and softly as she kissed him gently about the head. "It's me, Kira. The same girl you have always known." she finished with a smile. He visibly relaxed upon hearing her words and continued stroking her luscious breasts.

Slipping her hand into the waistband of his shorts she felt his growing excitement. She knew then that he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him. His encouragement led her hand to continue on its journey to grasp his magnificent prong as it was shrouded by underwear with mysteries and delights still awaiting.

Sliding his finger beneath her bra strap, he marvelled at the feel of her supple skin. His hand slipped around to her back where he tenderly undid the hooks of the lingerie. The D-cups fell away from her gorgeous tits, exposing her cherry red aureoles and and already perking nipples. Her senses thrilled as his fingers found the target of their search. He gently began rolling first one then the other between them while his tongue returned to dance in and sample the delights hidden inside his mouth.

His lips strayed away from hers, kissing along her jawline until he finally reached her neck. He nibbled the soft skin all the way down her soft throat to the tops of her breasts as she closed her eyes. Her breathing was becoming gradually raspier as he drove her passions to higher heights.

Suddenly, she flowed down his body to sit in on her bed in front of him. She easing his shorts over his stiffening prong, down his well sculpted thighs and to the floor to join the growing pile on the floor. Reaching up, she began to delightedly fondle his cock through his underwear. Upon her touch, he instantly hardened and was very excited. She grinned put her lips to the bulbous head of his cock and began to blow hot air through the thin fabric.

Electricity shot up and down his spine making him visibly shudder upon feeling her technique. A barely audible groan escaped his lips. He had had sex on three continents of the Earth, but never did it feel like this! He felt the endorphins enveloping his brain making him crave her more and more.

She looked up into his face as his vibrating hands fell to her shoulders. She recognized the passion and love he had for her there in his big brown eyes of his and silently thrilled. She knew then that she had found what she had been searching for all those years there in the form of the boy next door.

Lifting his underwear over the shaft of his prong and by his hips, pushing them down to the floor exposing his massive member to her for the first time. It was beautifully hard and standing proud at the eight inches he carried. Her mouth watered on sight of it. Her tongue virtually ached for a taste of his magnificent manhood. She slipped her luscious lips over his pulsating head and closed her eyes to revel in the sensations created by her actions.

He was hard as a rock as his hands moved to gingerly cradle the back of her head. He felt her stoking the flames of his passion higher and higher as her hot, wet mouth and delicate hand slid down the shaft of his iron hard rod. His fingers entangled and disentangled themselves from her blond hair.

A low groan escaping his lips told her she was moving in the right direction. She continued to take him into her mouth until she felt the tip brush the back of her willing and waiting throat. Stifling her gag reflex, she accepted his cock head into her torrid throat and hungered for more as she pressed his prong down her gullet and then slowly withdrew. She listened to his breathing becoming more and more haggard as she continued and knew he was throughly enjoying her tantalization.

Taking his cock in her hand, she stood up and once again slipped her tongue between his honeyed lips. He wasted no time slipping his fingers into the waistband of her white shorts and tugging them over her shapely ass, dropping them to join his clothes on the floor while revealing a ruby red thong underneath. He placed his hands over the perfect globes of her ass and lifted, heightening the passion of their kiss.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, they tumbled together down into the bed with while remaining passionately lip locked. She could not remember ever desiring a man like the one who now pressed himself against her. She could feel his pulse racing along with hers and his beautiful heart beating like a humming bird, so excited was he.

His hands were quaking as he gingerly placed his fingertips on her large but firm breasts and marvelled. He quickly found her sweet nipples and began to roll each one gently between his fingers, enticing and exciting her no end. When they surfaced for air, she moaned in pleasure. Her passion for this man was beginning to form a dull ache deep inside her like a thirst that knows only a single quencher.

Kissing his way down her jaw and gently nibbled the lobe of her ear as he absorbed her reactions. He then worked down her neck. His gentle nibbling, kissing sending shivers and quivers of excitement coursing through her entire system. He kissed along the sensitive tops of her breasts, hungering to taste her gorgeous nipple.

As his soft tongue made contact, she jumped and moaned in the luxurious sensation. His hot breath and rapt attention quickly caused her clit to pop out of its hood, firm and ready. He wasted no time in locking his lips around this exquisite jewel he had found, sucking and nibbling on it to make her quake and groan.

His hands roved over her smooth skin, exploring her body as he sucked and nibbled each tender and sensitive nipple, one after the other. When his hands met her waist her waist, he slid his thick fingers under her thong, meeting her soft, smooth pussy for the first time and slipped a digit along her outer lips causing to moan freely once again before peeling the garment down and off of her legs.

Breathing heavily, she shifted her hips, subconsciously preparing to let him in. She thrilled to his every stuttered movement and harsh breath. These little indicator confirmed that his powerful yearning for her matched her burning desire for him.

Electric trails formed on her body and followed his fingers wherever his digits roamed. His hand sweeping down her flat stomach to find her legs caused more exquisite moaning and groaning. Her soft, inner thigh quivered and jumped as he lazily dragged his fingertips up and down, ever climbing her thigh on his way up to her perfect, pink little pussy.

She shifted her hips and spread her legs as his fingers brushed her sweet slot, causing her pussy to blossom under his touch. He found her swelling little clitty and ever so lightly touched and strummed as it became harder and harder while she moaned in delight.

Disengaging his lips from her luscious nipple, he began to kiss his way down her flat stomach with her hands and fingers lightly dancing on the back of his head as his fingers played in her soft slot and dipped inside her quickly moistening honey hole.

"He's so gentle!" she thought as his touch thoroughly enchanting her while he worked further down her body. She shivered in anticipation as he moved between her legs and shrugged them up onto his shoulders. She looked down, between her breasts to see his brown eyes peering up at her as he prepared to go down on her.

Marvelling at the close up sight of her pretty, little pussy, he delicately slipped his tongue between the folds to taste of her charms for the very first time. Her juices were like the nectar of the goddess on his tongue as her hands pulled at the back of his head and urged him in. He dragged his tongue up her slot, anxious to meet her swollen nut of a little clitty. "Hello Beautiful,"he thought as he placed his lips on it again, flickered the tip with his tongue and exhaled hot air.

What felt like hundreds of volts of electricity began to course through her system as he worked his magic on her smooth muff. She shifted her hips, parted her knees further and squealed with delight in the euphoria that had enveloped her brain. This man knew, almost instinctively, how to tease her twat to get the most out of her.

He began to kiss and lick his way back down her soft, smooth slot toward her juicy love hole. He had tasted of her ambrosia once, and burned to taste of her nectar again and again. He dipped his tongue inside and the lubricant that she had been producing inside her sweet pussy flooded its banks and flowed onto his waiting tongue while her fingers grasped at his hair and she moaned loudly with pure pleasure. He smiled, knowing that she was enthralled.

Licking and nibbling his way back up her delicious slot to her now red and throbbing clitty, he began gently flickering the tip of his tongue over the top. As he started to vary the pressure of his tongue, she began to twitch uncontrollably. He knew he was going to make her cum, and that would happen very soon. He set his teeth against her hard little clitty and began to hum in base tones.

The vibrations emanating from her pussy were enveloping her whole body, causing her to thrash and moan as her new lover made acquaintance with her inner being. Vibrations and feelings welling up from deep within her swept her along toward the crashing orgasm she was sure she would experience.

Her ragged breathing, fingers clutching in his hair and quivering in her hips as he licked and sucked on her cute little gumdrop of a clitty told him that she was going to cum very soon. He smiled as he ramped up his efforts, flickering his tongue faster and shaking his head for added effect.

Moments later, her orgasm caromed down upon her like a tidal wave, completely engulfing her in sensation. She began squealing with delight as a second wave took her. She knew what she needed, and needed it now. Her arms reached for his, urging him to move up her body. "I need your cock inside my pussy!" she breathed as she squirmed into position beneath him, took his massive prong in hand and slipped the tip of his head inside her dripping wet pussy. "Oh, yeah! I need it now!"

He pressed with his hips feeling her delicious softness parting before him. Grabbing her by the hips, he assumed a push-up position above her which highlighted his arms and chest. Gently he fed his granite hard massif into her tight honey hole. He moved slowly, allowing her time to stretch and accept him before proceeding. He relaxed his thrust and bent to nibble her neck, sending forth even more sensations to befuddle her senses. He pressed his hips ever so slowly once again and heard the air rush out of her lungs as though propelled by a piston. Again, he relaxed and allowed her to stretch around him.

"Always ever so gentle," she thought in her state of euphoria as she felt his huge member stretching her, widening her tunnel for what was to come. She moaned as her senses dissolved in the sensations.

The heat and sheer tenderness of her pussy was making him harder and harder for him to move slowly as he carefully eased his member in and out of her soft, wet snatch. He realized exactly when she was ready for him as he pushed home and brushed her cervix sending jolts of energy reverberating throughout her entire system to ignite her orgasm complex once again. She was now no more than a moaning mess underneath him, determined to take the only thing she craved.

Beginning his slow reverse travel down her wet and waiting tunnel, a sheen of sweat began to envelop on his body, so intense was his concentration. As his head was about to pull out of her completely, he pressed back inside her the entire distance, once again brushing her cervix and thrilling her to the core. He began to pick up speed withdrawing then ploughing forward again as she closed her eyes, bent and bound to enjoy every nuance of the sensations now coursing through her.

Pick up speed, he was soon plunging in and out of her like a locomotive with sweat now beading and rolling all over the couple, the smell of raw sex pervading the room and the sounds of a couple engaged in long overdue coitus.

After what seemed like forever, his body began to tighten and he moaned, "I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum for me, Baby!" she begged in quick breaths as the waves of her orgasm troughed momentarily. "I want you to cum in my pussy! She's so hungry for you!"

With a mighty groan, his while body stiffened and began to spill his cream deep inside her, setting off new contractions that made her wail and moan in the pure bliss of another set of orgasms being touched off.

After long minutes of luxuriating in her heat, he withdrew from her steamy love canal to lay down on his back beside her. She turned to him and put her arm across his chest, her head on his shoulder and kissed him tenderly on the cheek. "You are incredible, my fine lover," she whispered to him. "Best I've ever had or could ever want," she smiled sensually.

While they were enjoying the delicious afterglow of their coupling, Kira propped herself up on one elbow. "You know, I had the biggest crush on you when we were kids," she gushed. "You never even appeared to really notice me though. You just kept coming to my rescue time and time again. Remember the time you pulled me out of that giant mud puddle after you knuckled that bully Jimmy Curtis, for pushing me into it? You were so mad!"

"I couldn't just leave you there crying like that! You know, that's what really brought out my anger. He made you cry," Elliot replied. "I also remember that you demanded to bandage that little bump on my head when it was all over." he chuckled.

"It was as big as a goose egg!" she protested.

"I didn't even see a flash, Kira. I looked like a casualty of war when you were done!" he laughed.

"Well, better to overdo than under do," she giggled, "but, maybe I did get a little carried away." That sound of her giggle sent a delicious shot of electricity flowing right down his spine.

As his prong reacted to her stimulus, he brushed against her leg. "Ooh, you want more!" she squealed, letting slip her inner slut once again. She knew what she wanted now, and nothing was going to stop her from getting it.

She made efforts to push her new lover onto his back, so he cooperated with her and turned until he was face up. She grinned at him with an animated face as she swung a knee over his face and planted it gently beside his head so that she looked down his body at his feet. Taking his hardening prong into her hand, she became enthralled once again. She licked around the head of his cock and felt him harden ever more before she popped her lips over the tip and began to swallow him down to his crotch again. It thrilled her to be able to plant his entire bulk into her wet mouth and willing throat

He got the idea immediately, and began to lick her wonderful, wet twat suspended less than an inch above his face. He slid the tip of his tongue between her pussy lips and burrowed his way into her deliciously salty slot and allowed her heat and pheromones to intoxicate his senses. He tickled her swollen clitty, feeling her harden ever more under his touch. Craving her sweet elixir now, he slid his tongue back to her now dripping honey hole, tasting her again. It was not long before the ravaging of his tongue had her moaning and cumming once more.

When she could no longer take his tantalization, she spun herself around on his chest to bring her bottomless blue eyes level with his beautiful chocolate browns. The air between the two was positively electric before she grabbed his head between both of her hands and pressed her ravenous mouth against his lips in a frantic but passionate embrace. She now knew deep down in her soul that she and this gorgeous man were destined to be together.

She reached down and lovingly grasped his glorious prong and pressed it into her still sopping wet and swollen slit and slowly pressed him deep inside her searing hot pussy. Moaning in pleasure, she felt his bulk filling her up and the satisfaction that came with it.

He looked up at her through his starry eyed gaze and beheld the beauty that she had become. Her blond curls draped about her shoulders and framed her fine tits while she feasted her sultry gaze on him while he lay pensively under her. His thrusting hips sent visible shock waves reverberating through her body as she bounced up and down on his prong to meet each of his onslaughts.

She leaned forward to touch and explore his expansive chest with her wonderful tits while she continued to ride him. She closed her eyes as her hungry mouth sought his. She pushed her tongue between his lips to caress his teeth and taste of his ambrosia. A delicious thrill ran down her back as they continued their coital dance.

Slipping from his lips with a devilish grin on her face, she began to pull her pussy off of his prodigious prong, a manouver which drew a puzzled look from him. She just grinned wider as she turned around on his body and remounted him showing off the perfect, round globes of her ass. She wanted a reverse cowgirl. She fed his prodigious prong back inside her puffy pussy to continue her ride.

Her manouver inflamed his lust and he gave in to his desire. He cupped her beautiful ass in his strong hands and gave her exactly what she wanted. He fucked her like a beast, watching her gorgeous ass bounce up and down on top of him in time with his powerful onslaught, touching bottom deep inside her with each ferocious thrust of his hips.

She moaned and squealed in delight as his giant prong hammered in and out of her sweet and soaking wet pussy. She had never been with a man so big and so proficient with his equipment. Her ex husband could never have even dreamed of bringing her to his point, not that he would have ever bothered. She was now completely enamoured with the man who had grown out of thee boy she once knew.

Gulping down air in ragged breaths. he watched his long, thick cock disappearing and reappearing from her hungry love hole and listening to her sounds of delight. Heavy musk from both of the lovers hung heavy in the air as their lovemaking progressed. He felt the sensations deep inside him signalling the oncoming end of the ride. He began to strain every muscle and nerve, railing against the inevitable.

She felt his body beginning to tense and his prong swell deep inside her as she thrilled to the idea that he was about to cum and bounced ever harder on top of him. With a tremendous groan, the last of his self control ebbed away and he began to violently cum again.

When his prong had long stopped pulsating, she slid off and onto the pillow beside him and curled up to his warm body to bask in the afterglow that their lovemaking had created. She had never met another man like him and likely would never meet another. All she knew is that at last she had found the man she needed, and now craved no other.

He lay with the woman whom he had once called merely his friend. He had spoken from the heart when he accidentally told her that he had always harboured deep affection for her. That affection only grew deeper with each moment that they spent together. It was dawning on him that he never wanted to be apart from her again.

It was about a week later that Vance made his first appearance like rain on the happy couples parade. He rolled up in his big, flashy Cadillac, jumped out and ran up the front walk to begin pounding on the front door late one afternoon. "Kira! Kira!" he was screaming at the top of his lungs .

"Lemme guess, that's the ex?" asked Elliot, jerking his thumb toward the door.

"Yes, that's the choir boy now," she replied sarcastically, "and I am very glad you're here. He sounds drunk... again," she mentioned as she walked to the door and brazenly opened it. "Yes, Vance?" she said in an exasperated tone. "What do you want now? I have company!"

"You have my gun!" he snarled at her as he stood on the step. "I need it!"

"I don't have your damn gun!" she yelled back, "and, if I had found a gun, I would have turned the stupid thing over to the police already!"

He began to force his way in yelling "I'll just come in and find it then!" and walked headlong into the immovable form of the Major.

"Don't recall the lady invitin' you in, friend," said the Major quietly as he looked down and menaced his adversary. He fairly towered over Vances five foot ten inch frame.

"Whoa! Where'd you dig this guy up from, Kira?" Vance taunted. "And, I'm not your friend, 'friend'!"

"A much better place than the hole I found you in, Vance!" she shot back.

His rage and his instinct to solve problems with violence got the better of him, and he lunged forward to try to punch her for her insolence. The Majors huge paw caught his fist mid air and held it while Kira squirted out from between the two combatants. "You might wanna rethink that, 'friend'!" growled the Major as he dropped comfortably into a fighting stance.

"Oh, you wanna fight, do you?" asked Vance in a menacing tone. He suddenly drew a knife from behind his back and dragged it down the Majors left forearm. Abruptly, the rules of the game changed and it became real. The Major gave ground and allowed his assailant into the room. The younger mans inexperience in handling a knife was apparent to the old soldier as the two sized each other up.

Vance made an inept lunge with the knife which the Major easily evaded. A second slash inadvertently opened Vance up to the seasoned warriors attack on both of his eyes. The slap to those sensitive parts momentarily blinded him. In his assault created darkness, Vance now felt his arm forced up over his head and the knife being jarred from his hand. He felt pain in his hand and arm, then heard the clattering as the knife as it hit the floor.

Vance now realized that he was now unarmed and in a fight with this rather large man who was apparently not intimidated by his display. The Majors follow up manouver was to reach around, grab the back of Vances head and slam his face into the floor, momentarily stunning the punk and breaking his nose. Afterwards, Vance just sat on his knees in a daze, recovering from his recent encounter with the parquet with blood flowing out of his broken nose and tears draining out of his smarting eyes.

The Major picked up Vances knife, grabbed the punk by the collar and stuffed a few fingers under his belt. He hoisted the lad and hauled him out to his car where he threw him into the passenger leaving a good sized dent. He slammed the knife through the hood and, due to the cheapness of the blade, was able to bend it over, leaving it stuck. "Go home, you're not welcome here!" he rumbled to the applause of all the neighbours as he began to march back up the walk.

When Vance had collected together enough of his wits, he began to scream profanity and insults. "You'll pay for this!" he bellowed as he struggled to his feet. "It's on, asshole! You don't know who you're fuckin' with! Don't you know who I am?" he screeched. "Do you know who my father is?" He walked around his car and saw the knife embedded in the hood through his barely open eyes and winced. He then tried to extract the instrument, but to no avail. "You will pay for this, you bastard!" he reiterated with venom in his voice. He got into his car and continued to scream inane profane, insane and somewhat incoherent threats as he jumped the curb while performed an illegal U-turn before speeding away.

The Major turned and marched the rest of the way up the path to the front door to find Kira on her knees mopping up the spilled blood. "Are you all right?" he asked softly, putting his right hand gently on her shoulder.

"Oh, I'm okay," she replied blandly. "It just jangles my nerves when he comes around, which is about once a week. Sometimes, I wish he'd just go away." Then, she looked up and saw the blood dripping from his left hand. "You're bleeding!" she cried with some alarm.

"Oh, well would you look at that!" he groaned, looking at the tear down his sleeve. "I liked this shirt, too!" he complained.

"Come into the kitchen and let me tend that!" she demanded as she left her cleaning and took his uninjured arm.

He'd hear this tone from her long ago and knew immediately that he had very little chance of changing her mind. "It's okay, Kira. It looks worse than it really is." he protested weakly.

"Well," she began, now rounding on him as only nurses can, "I'm a nurse, and would never forgive myself if that got infected," she told him, matter of factly. "Now, please come and sit quietly while I tend to it!"

"Yes, Ma'am," he responded quietly in a tone reminiscent of the voice he had used when answering his mother. He knew he had no way out and would have to accept her nursing expertise, once again, into his life.

She relished the little peek she had just had of the boy inside the man, and knew at once that he was still in there. "Have a seat and take your shirt off," she said, maybe a tad too enthusiastically but overall, in a very nurse-like tone as she busied herself gathering the necessary materials from their hiding spots.

Upon turning to him and gazing upon across his scarred body, she busied herself cleaning and dressing the wound on her mans arm. His defence of her was no longer a tale of shots fired in a far away land. She had witnessed the entire altercation and the feeling it produced was threatening to overpower her. They were front and centre in her mind. "He could have easily killed Lance, and would have had every right to; but, he hadn't", she thought. "He really does believe in giving every chance. Indeed, this man had a beautiful heart."

She finished bandaging his arm quickly and efficiently as her training had taught her. "That will make it all better," she said, echoing her words of yore and kissed his supple and caring lips. The flames of passion inside both of their hearts burst into life again.

"You used those very words all those years ago, too," he grinned. He knew he had to have her once again, as she realized how desperately she needed him.

Upon completion of her task, she surrendered to her voracious need for him once more. Overheated as she was, she virtually dropped to her knees in front of him and began to pull his shorts and underwear over his hips. He aided and abetted her endeavour at ever turn and soon, the apparel was lying on the floor once again. There was no hesitation as she plunged his delicious dick into her mouth to feel her softness and heat unfolding before it. Her hand swept up and down, lovingly measuring his size and girth.

His prong instantly hardened into an iron rod. His own desires had been set ablaze again, and he relished in the sensations. His hands gently fell to the hack of her head as she tantalized and tempted him with her teeth and tongue.

She popped his magnificent member out of her mouth. Then, he put his hands under her arms and lifted until she was sitting on the table before him, slipped his fingers under the drawstring of her track pants and tugged them over her hips and off her legs to discard them to the floor to join his shorts and underwear. She doffed and tossed his T-shirt to the growing pile of laundry as she first kissed his forehead then bent to ravish his ever willing lips.

Looking up, he caught sight of her beckoning mouth and craned his own neck to taste of her wonders. His senses were intoxicated by the warm softness of her lips as they both tumbled together, lost in the sensations of one another again.

She reached down to her chest and undid a knot in her blouse, allowing it to cascade open and her marvellous mammaries to fall free. He brought his hands up to cup each one in his palms and wonder at their supple firmness as he kneaded them. Disengaging from her mouth, he kissed and nibbled his way down her neck to the tops of her full, round breasts. His nimble fingers swiftly found her nipples were quickly crusting over as her excitement grew wantonly. A thrill ran through him and he gave a self satisfied sigh, knowing that he was the one doing that to her.

He knew exactly where he was going as he lovingly licked and tenderly nibbled down the length of her well endowed bosom. He rolled her luscious nipples between his sensitive fingers as he tasted of her firm breast flesh. Her moans delighted his hearing. Her auditory signals to him were being received loud and clear.

As he moved toward the now sensitized tip of her tit, her breathing became increasingly ragged. She knew where he was headed and relished in the anticipation. His teasing fingers only served to harden her nipples further as his tongue closed in. She moaned softly again and again as he delighted her.

Reaching his goal, he licked, nibbled and sucked her responsive and now crusted nipple. Her hands clamped to the back of his head and she moaned in pure pleasure as the sensations generated by his attentions darted and roamed about her body, scrambling her thought and exciting her senses. He lavished oral love on first one succulent nipple then the other while continuing to roll the opposite nipple between his fingers. He was completely enamoured of the sounds she was making.

Keeping his fingers on his nipples, he kissed his way between her breasts as her hands caressed his hair and her eyes regarded him with rapt attention. He continued down her flat stomach, pausing at her bellybutton long enough to send fresh sensations coursing through her body before lowering his attentions to her already juicy quiff. She spread her legs wider and inched closer to the edge of the table to give him more running room.

His tongue finally worked its way down to her delicious clitty hood. He lingered, licking and stoking with his tongue until her cute, little clitty appeared to play. He sucked and licked on her ever swelling and reddening clit like it was a gumdrop, electrifying her body and causing her to quiver. Working his tongue between her delectable pussy lips, he found bottom in her swiftly moistening trench and followed it down to her gloriously juicy twat. As he slid his tongue back up her slot, he slipped two fingers inside her love hole, found her G-spot and began the "come hither" motion with his fingers that he knew would make her cum.

Her breathing was coming in quick pants and moans as he tongued her clit and gently fingered her G-spot. No man had ever given her the pleasure that this man did. Making her cum at least once seemed to be a matter of course for him. She knew that he cared deeply for her and the quality of her time genuinely was of the highest priority to him. The realization only heightened her sensation.

She moaned and squealed as his actions ran her headlong toward her first orgasm. Her thighs began to quiver uncontrollably and her fingers clenched and relaxed in his hair. He redoubled his efforts as the realization of her oncoming orgasm dawned on him. He was now locked on course and determined to make her cum. A few more seconds of his attention and she exploded into a moaning, crying, thunderous orgasm.

Once she had stabilized somewhat, she displayed a wicked gleam in her eyes and hopped down off the table to position herself on her knees before him. She took his cock in her delicate hand and slipped her lips over the bulbous head, causing him to harden further still. She bobbed up and down, soaking his dick down and swirling her tongue over his main vein while she ran her hand up and down his pulsating shaft in time with her sweet, wet mouth. She became aware of his muscular but gentle hands caressed her head and shoulders, sending thrills and chills throughout her body as he caressed.

She felt the head of his cock brush against the back of her throat. Closing her eyes, she stifled her gag reflex and began feeding his monster into her soft, hot throat. The more she sucked in, the more she desired. Her lips finally made contact with the skin of his stomach. She held for a moment, knowing that she had his entire, iron hard prong down her throat and luxuriated in the sensations.

She only managed to hold off her desire to have him deep inside her soft, wet pussy for a few more cycles before she couldn't stand it anymore. She jumped up, spread her legs over his crotch and proceeded to feed his monumental member into her steaming wet quim while sliding her tongue between her lovers lips to touch his straight, white teeth and taste of his soft inner mouth afresh. She closed her eyes, intensifying her euphoria and felt his fingers curling under her exquisite ass as she began to bounce up and down on him, steadily pushing and pulling his prong in and out of her puffy and fully aroused twat as her gorgeous tits bounced in time with her motions.

Disengaging from his mouth, she let a long, slow, deep moan slip from her throat as she felt him begin to stand up underneath her, driving his cock to its deepest possible point. Her misgivings regarding this manouver dissipated like an apparition as she felt the depth he had attained. She wrapped her legs around him and clasped her arms around his neck once more to throughly enjoy all he had to offer. She opened her eyes to witness the chord like muscles of his heavily built chest and shoulders working to give her what she so desperately needed.

The pitch of her moans and groans ascended as each powerful thrust brushed bottom deep inside her. Beads of sweat due to exertion appeared all over his body as he continued to bounce her up and down driving his piston-like cock in and out of her dripping wet pussy. He knew by the tone of her voice and the pattern of her breathing that she was close to cumming and redoubled his efforts, slamming his hips in time with the swinging of his arms.

A few more thrusts put her over the top. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she cried as the contractions of her orgasm suddenly took hold deep inside her. Her contractions set him off and he began to spray white hot, frothy cum into her open and accepting honey pot.

He collapsed back into the seat he had been sitting on with her on top of him. She sultrily looked down into his unfocused brown eyes, smiling in the knowledge that it had been as good for him as it had been for her.

One night, a few weeks after the incident with Vance, the pair were lounging in the Majors bed, basking in their afterglow when they heard a car pull up, car doors slam and voices next door. They looked out the window to see a familiar vehicle at the curb and counted four figures beginning to move through her yard. Apparently, Vance had returned and brought a few with buddies with him.

"I'll go take care of this," he said grimly as he pulled on some shorts and a T-shirt, handed her his bathrobe then headed out of his bedroom with her in tow.

She stopped him as he was opening the back door and turned him around, looking directly into his eyes. "Don't kill anyone!" she ordered.

He nodded his head. "Yes, Ma'am," he replied grimly. "Zero body count," he winked. She lightly kissed him as he slipped out the door and into the rainy night with a handful of zap straps and a few laundry bags in his hand, her champion and ever her defender.

Camouflaged by the foliage in Kiras garden, the Major stalked and caught the the boy at the back of the house completely by surprise. From behind, he managed to slip a laundry bag over the lads head and tighten the drawstring before he could react. The kid was so stunned that his knee jerk reaction was to fire the pistol he was packing into the soil, thus alerting everyone for blocks around that something was amiss here.

The Major quickly grabbed the youth in a sleeper hold and brought him to ground. When the youth had stopped struggling, the Major knew he had won the battle, but the war wasn't over yet. He put a few fingers to the downed mans throat and felt a pulse. "He'll live," the Major thought. "One down, three to go." He zap strapping his arms together behind his back, tucked his victim beneath some tall ferns for safe keeping and faded back into the foliage.

His two compadres at the sides of the house were frantically calling for him in half whispers. "Roy? Roy! Where are you? Answer us!" but there was no answer except the hissing of the pouring rain coming down.

A voice from the south east corner of the building sounded. "Alex, go check on Roy!"

Alex answered from the south west corner, "Fuck you, Cody! Who died and left YOU in charge? You go check on Roy!"

Cody, who was on the east side of the house, felt comfortable in the dark with the taser in his hand. He was confident that he could handle just one man with it. He crept toward the back of the house hoping that any sounds he made would be covered by the rain. He entered the garden and hoarsely whispered, "Roy? Roy?" as he looked for his friend.

He heard a slight rustle in the rain from behind him and turned to come face to face with the Majors smiling visage.

"Boo!" laughed the Major in a throaty growl.

The adrenaline already racing through his system and the fright he'd just received from the unexpected sight of the Major caused Cody to stumble backwards, trip over his own feet and accidentally stick himself in the chest with the device, temporarily frying his circuits.

The Major witnessed this whole display with an incredulous look on his face. "Good as a win, I guess," shrugged the Major as he zap strapped this would be bad boys hands behind his back, checked to ensure that he still had a pulse, threw a laundry bag over his head and pushed him under some nearby bushes to keep him out of sight while he dealt with the others. "Two down, two to go," he thought as he carefully nudged the taser out of sight with his toe.

The sound of receding running footsteps told the astute ex-army man that the third assailant had apparently noped his ass right out of there. "And, the third one always runs," he muttered shaking his head. Now, he had reduced the odds from four on one to one on one. He relaxed somewhat, but realized that Vance, their ringleader, was still at large somewhere. The Major was already well aware of how unbalanced this young man was, and that he could be truly dangerous.

He quietly dragged the bodies of the hooded and unconscious men together in the back yard then threw the tarp from Kiras compost heap over them to keep the rain off. He stood quietly before them just listening to the sounds of the rain and hoping to catch a sign of the fourth assailant.

Kira, who had been watching the proceedings from the windows next door, now appeared wearing his coat to ward off the weather. "Didja kill 'em?" she asked in a hushed voice and wrinkled brow when she saw the bodies under the tarp. "No, you wouldn't kill them," she decided while shaking her head. "Would you?" she enquired with quiet trepidation as she looked up at him.

"Naw, they'll live" replied the Major in muted undertones. "They're just out cold. That one kid there will have a bit of a burn on his chest and a splitting headache when he wakes up, but he'll be fine and that other kid still has a pulse. I promised you zero body count," he finished.

Kira smiled at the integrity the Major displayed as she looked under the tarp. She saw the two boys lying there on her patio with their hands zap strapped behind their backs and laundry bags over their heads. "Elliot!" she exclaimed, "you can't treat them like Prisoners of War!" she admonished.

"Sure I can," he beamed wearing a huge grin and spreading his arms, " look! I even threw a tarp on 'em so they wouldn't get wet."

"Always the humanitarian," she mumbled sardonically as she shot him a hairy eyeball for his glibness. But, she realized that there really was no other option. What was she going to do? Invite them in for a sandwich? She let the issue drop while she checked on their pulses and vital signs.

"What did you do to them?" she asked examining their injuries

"Do you really wanna know?" he countered.

She though for a moment before answering, "Yes."

"Well, your order was for zero body count, so that complicated the issue somewhat. The first kid was the one with the gun. He was wandering around in your garden. I threw a bag over his head and the gun went off. I slipped a sleeper hold on him and it was over in moments. The second kid was so freaked out that he tripped over his own feet and tasered himself. I didn't have to do anything."

She chuckled and marvelled at the man who now stood before her. "If we had been allowed to finish growing up together, things would be vastly different now," she thought.

"Cops'll be here soon," observed the Major. "Gunshots always bring 'em in a hurry."

"Yeah," replied Kira. "Lets go inside, put some clothes on and make some coffee for them. I think they may be here for a while."

She reached to open the back door. An alarm bell went off in the back of his head as he screamed, "No, wait!" but his pleas fell too late. The door swung open, and Vance, who had been hiding there listening now sprang into action. Wearing a maniacal grin, he wrapped one arm around her throat and produced a small soldering torch in the other.

"Want your girlfriend here to look just like you? Fricasseed?" he sneered, as he flicked his fingers to animate the torch into producing a blue flame and menaced her with it.

"Not bloody likely!" Kiras voice pierced the darkness as she stomped hard on his foot. The sheer surprise of her manoeuvrer caused his grip to relax as he howled and reacted to the sudden pain. She dove to the side as the Major lunged forward, bringing and overhand right to the mandible of the hapless villains weak jaw, knocking him senseless and dropping him to the floor before he could retaliate. The flame of the torch went out and there was a dull thud as Vances catatonic body hit the floor.

The Major began to roll the unconscious body of the boy over and prepare his arms to be zap strapped together like the others. Kira, ever the caregiver, checked to ensure that her ex-husband still had a pulse.

"What is the point of doing that?" she asked when she saw what he was doing. "With how hard you hit him, you could count to a million! I don't think he even had a chance to see stars! He's not getting up any time soon."

"I'll bet he saw a flash, though," chucked the Major. "One of the rules of conducting a good campaign," he explained, "is don't leave an enemy loose in your backfield," he finished as he cinched the strap down. She nodded as she saw his point and chalked it up to his being through.

As predicted, they began to hear the sirens and knew the police were approaching. They flipped a few lights on as she ran into the bedroom to obtain more appropriate attire for him and herself.

She met two policemen on the porch when they arrived, assured them that the problem was well in hand and bade them to come in. More cops flooded into her yard with weapons drawn and ready to be sure that the danger had passed.

"Sergeant Johannsen!" cried the Major on recognition of one of the officers.

The officers back stiffened subconsciously to attention on the sound of that voice. Old training sinks in deep. "Major Havoc!" exclaimed the policeman, smiling at the sight of his old commanding officer.

"Great to see you made it onto the force when you got out," observed the Major with a nod and a smile.

"Life dream come true, thank you Major," replied Johannsen extending and shaking his old friends hand.

The other policemen relaxed as they conducted their business, gathered their evidence, took statements and collected the perpetrators into a car before moving off, leaving Kira and Elliot standing arm in arm on her front door step in the early morning light. "Always my rescuer," she breathed as the pair turned to go inside.

Once the front door was closed, she could no longer contain the desire and devotion she felt for the man who stood with her. She lunged at him, planting her lips firmly on his, now knowing she would always love the boy next door, and really always had. Taking his hands, she walked backward through the house, kissing him and leading him until she backed through the door of her bathroom.

"Let's get you cleaned up, shall we?" she asked as her eyes flashed and danced as she urged him to follow.

The Major didn't need more convincing beyond this. He stepped into the chamber and stripped off his T-shirt off, revealing his sculpted torso to her adoring eyes again. He noted her look and smiled as the bulge in his shorts began to grow.

"Well, looks like someone is happy to see me!" she giggled as she stepped forward to whip his shorts down his legs, exposing his massive member to the sweet morning air. "Oh, that is marvellous," she mentioned as she dropped to her knees and took his swiftly stiffening member into her palm, circulating up and down for a moment before tucking him into her wanting mouth and continuing her hand motions in time. She was truly enthralled with the way he moved and pulsed in her mouth as she tantalized him. She didn't want to make him cum, but she really wanted to taste his wonderful precum again.

His ever grateful hands found the back of her head, feeding her encouragement as her mouth slid up and down his prominent shaft. The sensation reverberating inside him caused him to moan and groan. He had come to dearly love and appreciate the way this woman gave him head, freely and wantonly.

He was fully hard and erect when she rose from her knees. "Let's get into the shower," she suggested, taking steps toward the commode. Once there, she began stripping off her top to show off her lovely breasts to him again. She bent over and allowed them to drape in front of her as she peered back to make sure the Major was watching. With his attention on her confirmed, she smilingly turned the water on.

The Major was equally enthralled with his new love and reached forward to slide his thumbs into the waistband of her track pants and hauled them down her legs, exposing her gorgeous, smooth skin. He sat back and marvelled at the fluid-like grace of his lover. In his eyes, she had always been sheer poetry in motion when she moved.

The pair luxuriated under the hot water as they caressed each others bodies with soap and rinsed clean. Just as he could not resist fondling her luscious breasts and licking her nipples, she could not resist his incredible cock. She bent down several times to kiss and lick his captivating cock head, determined to taste his juices once again. Her efforts were summarily rewarded each time and she quivered with excitement as the musky flavour registered with her tender taste buds on every instance.

The pair exited the tub and dried each other off with much flourish and many kisses. She dropped the towel on the floor and took both of his hands, kissing and leading him through the house. Once they had reached that magic portal into her bedroom, she pulled him just inside the door and slid her tender, tantalizing tongue between his soft, supple lips. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she luxuriating in all the sensations he gave.

As his hands found their way to her waist and began to touch and caress, her senses swooned. She felt in her heart that she could be content with this man for the rest of her life as she felt the magic of their shared kiss begin to work on her. Her temperature rose by degrees and her pulse began to skyrocket. Her heart rate and blood pressure began to ramp up in anticipation of the activity to come. Kissing and teasing him forward, she backed up until the couple stood lip locked by her bed.

Her soft kisses entranced him and he absorbing each one as a desert may absorb a raindrop. By the time they reached her bed, his pulse was pounding and heart racing. He had spoken from the heart in his during his admission to her and knew now that he would definitely always love the girl next door.

Disengaging from his lips, she erotically turned her back to him, brushing her gorgeous ass against his swiftly stiffening prong. She put her hands up to the sides of his head and brought his lips down to hers and continue their kiss where they had left off.

Tracing a path over her glorious curves, his hands traced a path as they slid down to grasp her sensitive hips. He pressed with his chest on her back leaning her forward as his fingers wrapped around her waist and tenderly began to pull back toward him.

She was ecstatic that he had caught on to what she wanted so quickly. "He's so in tune with my needs!" she smiled as she bent her exquisite frame to bend over the bed, put her hands on the comforter, letting her gorgeous tits swing free.

His prong hardened further as he watched her body performing for him. he gently nudged her feet apart as his lust rose to feverish pitch. Slowly, he closed the distance between them as he felt the sweet heat of her juicy love hole with his now rigid cock.

Slightly startling on contact, she moaned as she braced herself against the bed, readying for the tremendous fucking that was sure to come. Being taken from behind had always been her favourite position ever since she had become sexually active, but she had never taken any man with the Majors girth. She thrilled as the idea raced around her system causing her hips began to quiver in excitement.

He delicately nudged her feet apart and pressed his enormous cock head between her now moist outer lips. Instead of pressing inside her immediately, he swabbed her silky, pink slot all the way up to her swiftly swelling clitty and down. Rotating his hips he gently massaged and teased her little bud as she moaned again and closed her eyes.

Sweeping down her sopping wet furrow, he teased her weeping honey hole again. Her heat beckoned to him as he gently probed her delicious wetness. With the heavy aroma of her musk hanging in the air, he began to stretch her love hole out. Grabbing the shaft of his sizable schlong, he pressed inward while rotating his hips.

She signed as her breathing became gradually heavier and more ragged. She put a hand between her legs, and felt her own wet and silky goodness. She slid across her own quiff lips and touched his massive prong as he was slowly feeding it into her hungry little pussy. She moaned again, so enthralled was she of his huge phallus entering her, stretching her, loving her.

As her pussy began to expand to accept him, he pressed forward into her expanding pussy with gentility and finesse. He felt the head of his cock brush her cervix, held for a moment then began to slowly withdraw. His body was aching with desire as he began to undulate his hips, driving his prong in and out of her soft and open pussy with an ever increasing sense of urgency.

Grasping her wrists and pulling them rearward made her head come up and automatically arched her back. She screamed in pleasure as he tugged on her arms in cadence to make his strong thrusts even more powerful. Starting slowly, he began to build up speed and pressure. A sheen of perspiration enveloped both of their bodies as the heat began to build between them.

Shrieking and moaning in delight, his prong stretched her to the limit and filled her to capacity. As his huge cock pounding in and out of her finally caused her to shriek and wail in another earth shattering orgasm. Star bursts occurred behind her closed eyes as she felt herself swept away on the tide of passion generated by their lovemaking.

Smiling, he felt the perspiration formed beads on his brow and began to trail down his body again. He had given the woman he loved a mind blowing orgasm, and he was racing toward another of his own. With a mighty groan and a last, Herculean shove, he began to spill his seed deep inside her inflamed cooze. His cock jerked and spasmed as he released his seed, driving her pleasure higher with each movement. Their voices entwined in a beautiful chorus of their mutual hedonism.

When the spasms from his cock had ceased, he eased his great size out of her delicious beaver. She rolled onto the bed, her hair a mess and a very satisfied look on her face. He fell onto the bed beside her and wrapped her in his gentle and caring arms.

"Want to know a secret?" he asked as they lay basking in the afterglow.

"I want to know all of the secrets you care to share with me, Sweetheart." she said with laughter playing in her bottomless blue eyes as they transfixed him with their adoring and expectant gaze.

"It wasn't thoughts of old Janice that pulled me through when I was over there." he began. "It was the idea that, somehow, I had to make it back here just to make sure that you were all right. That idea kept me going through the toughest ordeals I endured in country. It wasn't her who brought me home, it was you who brought me through" he ended quietly as he gazed down into her beautiful eyes.

Kira felt she'd melted into a pool of Jello immediately. "Aww," she beamed. "That is so sweet!" She thought that was the sweetest, most gallant, most romantic statement she had ever heard and immediately craned her neck up to taste of his lips once more.