Like m first story, I'm not a professional writer, all grammatical and spelling mistakes are mine. I just like to write to get this stuff out of my head.
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The morning after my first ever date with Rylen, the one in which I'd proposed to her, I awoke first and realized that it didn't seem like either one of us moved during the night. Her naked body was still spooned against my front and one of my arms was under her neck, while the other was around her body with my hand on her breast. I could feel her light breathing and my heart swelled with happiness that not only was I in bed with my best friend but also my fiancée.
Of course, feeling her in my bed naked, my cock immediately got hard. After reaching behind me and getting a little massage oil that I always keep on my nightstand, I put some on my cock and managed to move down a bit and slid my now slick hard-on into her warm silky depths. I had stroked in and out no more than twice when she stretched and murmured, "If you promise to wake me up like that every morning, I'll marry you this afternoon."
I was able to reach around Rylen's thin waist and started to lightly rub her clit as I continued slowly stroking in and out of her, when it struck me that it had been almost 10 years since I'd made love to a woman rather than just fucking her.
"Oh fuck, that feels good, just like that. I didn't know if I'd ever feel you doing that, but I sure hoped," she said.
After only another minute or so, I could tell her orgasm was approaching because she started moaning loudly and was thrashing around so much that a couple of times my cock almost slipped out of her.
"Fuck, oh fuck, oh my fucking God, FUUUUCK........"
The closer to her orgasm she got the wetter her pussy had gotten, and now as I felt her whole body shaking and her pussy spasming around my cock she got incredibly wet, and I kept my cock buried in her until her orgasm finished sweeping over her. Once she got her breathing back under control, I started stroking my cock back into her, each time pulling most of the way out before sliding back in until my pelvis was fully in contact with her thighs.
"Oh, that feels so good I hope that feels as good to you as it does to me."
"You have no idea how good that feels to me," I said.
I had loved my first wife, but we were so young, that compared what I felt with Rylen, in retrospect, it seems like it was no more than a high school crush. I knew at that moment that if called for, I'd give my life for Rylen, my heart had never been so full.
"Oh honey, you're killing me with your cock it feels so good. Please cum with me. I'm getting so close cum with me. Oh fuck, here it comes again oh fuck please cum with me. Oh please, let me feel that huge hot cock God it feels so good. Oh fuck, oh fuck," she kept repeating, until she was screaming it.
Hearing Rylen's orgasm approach, spurred my own on, and as she was screaming out, her whole body started to shake again, my own orgasm came boiling out of my balls with a loud yell. I felt spurt after spurt of my cum shooting into the depths of her now soaked pussy.
We stayed with my cock buried up in her pussy for at least five minutes, basking in the afterglow of our passion. It wasn't until she started laughing that she inadvertently pushed my cock out of her velvety warmth.
I had said that if only her parents heard how she talks during sex, they would have both died of heart attacks, and it took her at least 20 seconds to stop laughing long enough for her to say, "Fuck 'em," and we both started laughing again.
Finally, after we were able to compose ourselves, Rylen turned around to face me and with the biggest smile on her face she said, "I had no idea sex could feel so good. I know that what we were doing was more than sex, it was making love, but even discounting that, that's the best sex has ever been for me. You know I've told you that sex between John and me was just him fucking me to get his rocks off, but the other guys I've been with since were all pretty much the same. That shit there that we just did, along with last night, those were the first orgasms I've ever had. You know how I told you a few times that I never thought sex was all that big of a deal, but if it's always like that with you, oh my God, I'm going to want to fuck you 10 times a day. You should probably look into getting your dick Teflon coated because I'm planning on fucking you raw."
We both laughed at that, and with my hips I kind of bumped her out of bed with me following her into the bathroom. As we got into the bathroom she looked around and said, "Shit I think this bathroom is about the same size as my apartment. Hey wait a minute, I never got the tour of your house you promised me!"
"You'll get that after we brush our teeth, shower, and get dressed."
"Ooh, what are we getting dressed for?"
"What's every woman's favorite thing to do?"
"What, we're getting dressed for sex?"
"No silly, shopping. You'll find a new toothbrush in that top drawer on the right," I told her and pointed to the vanity and makeup area behind me.
"Oh really, I think I should be jealous. You have a whole separate vanity mirror, makeup station, and drawers, obviously for a woman hmm..."
"For your information smarty pants, the only person who has used anything over there is Jasmine, and that was just to grab a toothbrush."
I started brushing my teeth and after a few seconds I heard Rylen exclaim, "Oh shit honey, what happened to your back?"
"I don't know why what's the matter?"
I felt her fingers lightly touching my back. "Oh my God, all these scars what are they from?"
"Oh sorry, I forgot, I should have warned you about that, those are from my dad. You remember when I told you about him and how he'd take his rage out against me."
My childhood was pretty rough. My parents didn't want me and while my mom resorted to mental cruelty constantly telling me how much I ruined their lives by being born and how much they wished I would go away (which I always assumed that they wished I would die) my dad took a much more physical approach. If I ever did the slightest thing wrong, i.e., accidentally dropping a glass and breaking it, or misplacing something, I would get a beating. His favorite tool was a leather strop that he had that he got from his brother who was a barber. It was about two inches wide and about 24" long with a chain handle on it. He'd grab it by the chain, and most of the time it would leave two inch wide welts on my back but occasionally it would strike me with the edge and that would cut into my back. When he was exhausted from hitting me so long and hard, after catching his breath, he'd take me to my uncles house. He was a surgeon and he'd have to stitch me up. Hence my whole back was filled with a series of probably 40 or more scars ranging in size from a few inches long to all the way across.
"Oh my God, I had no idea it was that bad."
"Yeah, that's why I usually don't take my shirt off in public it often freaks people out, or they ask about them and it gets old retelling the story time after time."
