Chapter 13
When Tom and Cindy first got back to their apartment after he was released, they both felt sort of awkward and shy. It had been so long since they had been alone together in their home that they felt almost like strangers. Both of them had been through harrowing, difficult and shameful experiences which had flavored their lives, but they both truly hoped that their long separation had not diminished or spoiled their love for each other.
In spite of all the carnal experiences which she had been forced to endure, with Sam, with Gerrie, with Charley, and with the despicable Harry, Cindy was proud of the fact that no man but her husband had ever put his big hard thing into her pussy. That was the best part of marriage, the Real Thing, and it was a mutual experience that she would only share with her loving husband. Her hands and her mouth had been defiled by the cocks of other men. and her pussy had been explored by Gerrie, but as far as the Real Thing was concerned, the important part or marital fidelity, she was as chaste as the night over a year ago when she had come to him as a virgin bride.
Now they were standing in the apartment, looking at each other questioningly, wondering if they could take up life again right where it had been snatched from them months ago when Tom had been unjustly arrested and taken off to jail. Cindy looked up at him and with a tear-choked voice said, "Oh, I've missed you so much, Tom dear. In so many different ways. It's so wonderful to have you back home with me again."
"Being back here with you is wonderful for me, too, darling. I was so lonely and depressed without you," Tom replied sincerely. "I'm so thankful that they finally found out who really hit that child that night. It made being in jail and way from you even worse, because we knew that I hadn't done it."
Then without any conscious signal they were tightly clasped in each other's arms, trying to span the weeks of their terrible separation by the closeness of this embrace of reunion. As they clung together, both Tom and Cindy were aware of the sensations beginning to stir in their bodies after their long emotional famine. Tom knew that he loved her and wanted her more than he had ever dreamed possible. Cindy knew that she wanted to be a perfect sex partner for him, canceling the awful things that had happened during his absence by the ardor and variety with which she would please him from now on. What she had learned while working for his freedom would now benefit Tom because of her increased knowledge and techniques.
Cindy blushed, and with a shy smile up at her adored husband she whispered, "I don't want to wait, darling. I hope you want me as much as I want you tonight."
"I sure do, Cindy. Let's not waste time getting started," said Tom, quickly picking her up in his arms and kissing her hungrily as he carried her in and placed her tenderly on their big bed.
"Just a second more, dear," cooed Cindy bouncing up off the bed and quickly stripping off her clothes. "I want to undress you myself, in a special way I dreamed about when you were away and I couldn't do it."
In all her glorious nakedness, Cindy know knelt before her husband and unzipped his trousers. She deftly pulled out his hardening penis and sucked the end into her love famished mouth, as he looked down in thrilled fascination. Now her hands were busy loosening his belt and dropping his trousers about his ankles where she helped him step out of them, her lips and tongue still exciting his maleness to rigid arousal.
She looked upward into his face and saw his thrilled approval while her hands unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. Then came his shoes and socks, her hands working feverishly while her mouth continued to provide the ultimate intimate caress of true lovers. As soon as he was completely nude, her lips released his penis and he helped her with gentle eagerness to her feet. Holding his bar-hard member in her hand, Cindy led him toward the bed, saying, "I'm all ready for you, darling. We can't wait much longer now, after all these weeks."
Tom pulled her down onto the bed beside him and whispered, "I want to kiss you, too, for a moment. Just to make sure you're really ready."
With Cindy lying warmly quivering on her back, Tom crouched at her feet and took one of her slim ankles in each of his big hands. Raising her feet and spreading them wide he stared lovingly into her exposed gaping pussy, its tissues already moist from her mounting excitement. Then he leaned forward and buried his face in her crotch, his lips and tongue mutely expressing the depth and violence of his love for his exquisite young wife.
Cindy moaned and writhed with pleasure under this ardent sensual stimulation, her hands clasping Tom's head in guiding appreciation. After a moment she thrust his face away, murmuring, "No more now. I can't stand it. I'll be going off without you. And I want us to go off together. I want the Real Thing."
She eased him over on his back, and before Tom realized what she was about, she was kneeling astride him, her knees beside his waist and her pelvis poised above his rigidly upthrust penis. Instinctively Tom's hands went out to cup and fondle her lush young breasts, both giving and receiving the total carnal pleasure of their love. Now Cindy leaned slightly forward over him and used one hand to guide the swollen purple head of his penis into the entrance of her love canal. With her eyes closed to savor her feelings to the utmost, Cindy now heaved and wriggled her hips as she settled slowly onto his upright staff. When she was fully penetrated and impaled on the male emblem of her passion she opened her eyes and smiled down in deep emotional ecstasy at her beloved husband.
"The worst times were when I'd think that we might never be able to do these wonderful things together again," she whispered. "But now you're home and we are together again. We can do the Real Thing, and it's even better and more beautiful than I remembered. I love you so much, Tom. I couldn't live without you."
"I worried all the time about us, too," said Tom in a voice that was hoarse with tension. "Being back with you is the best thing that could ever happen to me."
Without his conscious volition, his hips now began to pump a slow rhythm, and Cindy's pelvis beat a sensuous counterpoint that accented their carnal stimulations. Cindy leaned down and ardently kissed his lips, but most of the time their attention kept focused on each other's faces, seeking visual confirmation of their present togetherness after the cruel tragedy of their enforced separation.
Tom's hands kept wandering over her smoothly rounded body as though to make certain that this was not another frustrating dream. Her bold bare breasts, her slim taut waist, her satiny flaring hips and buttocks, and her long silken tapering thighs all received his appreciative and ardent caresses. He sensed the smooth controlled firm muscles beneath the exquisitely formed surface, although he did not realize that all her strenuous dancing exercise had contributed to her superb physical condition. Her whole body glowed with health and vigor, now that she was reunited with him, and all her energies were available for his pleasure as well as her own.
As she delightedly stroked her hips up and down on Tom's surging penis, Cindy could feel the inner clasping excitement of her vaginal canal working her up toward a superb climax of the Real Thing. This would be more than mere physical stimulation' this would represent total emotional involvement as well, a complete giving and receiving of the exquisite beauty of their love for each other. Tom's hands roving so tenderly over her body were sensitizing every tissue he touched so that she tingled all over with pleasure under his caresses and pumping carnality.
Tom knew that he was almost at eruption so he tried to hold back and wait for Cindy, simultaneous orgasms were so wonderfully rewarding for both of them that he hoped Cindy was rapidly approaching her own climax so they could vault together into ecstasy. For her part Cindy made no effort to restrain herself for she knew from past experience that her wild demonstration of sensual pleasure at such times always triggered Tom into ejaculation within seconds of her own eruption.
Higher and higher swirled their emotions as this mating, symbolic of their reunion in body and soul, became more and more intense. As the sensual excitement within her rose to unbearable exquisiteness, Cindy fell forward on top of Tom, her legs stretching out parallel to his, and the movements of her pelvis became more rhythmic throbbings in place of their former powerful strokes. She buried her face in his neck and ground her full breasts against his chest in spasms of pure carnal frenzy. At that moment she felt him tense and shudder beneath her as his heaving thrusting penis spurted the semen of his passion deep into her eagerly receptive body.
Time ceased and they existed in an ageless maelstrom of pure ecstatic delirium, each of them hoping that the other was experiencing the same ultimate pleasure to the same exquisite degree. They felt the heavenly closeness that two true lovers can enjoy with and for each other. No other expression of love could demonstrate as much beauty and intensity in every way.
Eventually a semblance of sanity returned to them and their eyes met, searching for confirmation of their total love, given and received mutually. When Cindy slowly rolled off him and lay close beside him, basking in his proven ardor and her uninhibited response, they knew that this separation was only temporary and meaningless. In every important way they would always be together.
Suddenly Cindy burst into tears and was sobbing rhythmically against him. Tom leaned over her in alarm, caressing and comforting her as he asked, "What's the matter, darling? Did I do something wrong? Didn't you like what we did together?"
"It was wonderful. Beautiful," replied Cindy between sobs. "It was just as good as I knew it would be. I guess I'm just crying because I'm so glad to be back with you, and thinking about how much we might have missed."
They lay for a while in close tranquility, glowing in the beauty of the love reflected back from each other. Few words were spoken, but their feelings of peace and happiness and mutual acceptance were indelibly communicated by gesture and sighs and intuition. Finally Cindy became aware of some other aspects of her normal house-wifely duties, and she asked, "Are you hungry, darling?"
"Only for you, Cindy," replied Tom, rolling toward her and beginning to nurse gently on one of her pert pink nipples. She purred with pleasure and he felt the deliciate nubbin become firm in response to his loving.
After a few moments she shifted so he could suck and tongue flick her other nipples, and in this position she could reach down and tenderly stroke his flaccid penis as it lay limp against her silken thigh. In a whisper she told him, "I've been starved for your love for so long, I think I ought to be fed again, darling. Can we try soon?"
"How do you want to be fed?" asked Tom, aware that his penis was already hardening excitedly under her loving fingers. "And where do you want it?"
"The best love-food comes from only one place," she told him, smiling in anticipation. "From your cock. And there's only one place to feed it to me, darling. Right into my hungry pussy. That's the only way to satisfy that part of my ravenous love for you."
Her hand had been squeezing and stroking his member as they talked, and now she murmured in mock alarm, "I don't know if I can take such a big dose of loving as I feel here in my hand. It's so long and thick. And getting so hard."
"It's a problem I think we ought to work on," Tom told her gently, delivering a warm kiss to her pouting lips. "If we both try, we may get the key in the hole, and that might open up some interesting possibilities. Are you ready to give it a try?"
"Any time, darling. Any time at all," Cindy purred contentedly, stretching and writhing beside him while her hand continued to excite his penis. "But on one condition."
"What's that? Of course, your suggestion is granted before you ask it," he told her as he kissed her again.
"This time let's do it the old-fashioned way. Let's do the Real Thing. I think that's the best way of all," she told him seriously as she rolled over onto her back, her knees raised and spread to receive him, while she still held her firm grip on his big erect organ. Then she let go with her fingers and giggled happily as she said, "Let's see if he can find his way into me without help. Maybe he's been away so long he's forgotten where to go. I hope not."
Tom crouched over her, his legs between her widespread welcoming thighs and his weight supported on his knees and elbows. They both laughed gaily as Tom probed against her hot hungry vulva with the blind but eager tip of his rigid tool. After a few minor adjustments of the angle and position of her fevered pussy, Cindy felt the firm end of his lance lodge within the entrance to her vagina. She heaved her hips upward and felt her husband's erect maleness begin to slide thrillingly into her slippery greedy hole.
"I've felt a funny sort of itch way up inside me there for so long," Cindy giggled happily as their bellies ground together. "And now I've found the only perfect way to stratch it. Having your big dingus in me makes everything feel wonderful and right again. We're really us, and I'm really me, for the first time since you went away."
Now Tom was slowly and instinctively stroking his penis up and down within the tight wet clasping folds of her vagina, being careful not to crush her with his weight, but enjoying the feel of his belly on hers at every stroke and the thrilling contacts of her erect nipples against his overbearing chest. His eyes gloated in pleased wonder at her love beaming up at him from her flushed face and worshipping eyes.
To provide extra thrills for both of them, Cindy was heaving and writhing and twisting her pelvis beneath his rhythmic powerful strokes as he pumped them both toward another orgasm. Now her feet were locked back of his knees to give her better mobility and a feeling of even greater closeness. Her hands were under his arms and around his back, as though to hold him from escaping her impassioned embrace. They were together again and nothing must ever part them.
The stroking friction of Tom's legs against the sensitive inner surfaces of her thighs added to the sensation that were thrilling Cindy. She arched her back up so that her breasts and nipples would be further stimulated against the hair of his surging chest above her. The metered pounding of his huge shaft was making her whole pelvis respond with a delicious clenching rhythmic beat that was somehow in tune with the entire universe.
Now she completed the wonderful rhapsody of taking him completely into herself and her love. She dragged his head down and sucked his tongue into her mouth, giving him sharp but exciting bites with her teeth. Her legs surrounded him, her arms surrounded him, her pussy surrounded him, and now her mouth completed her loving possession of him in every possible way for their enjoyment. Nothing could conceivably bring them any closer, she knew. But then Tom added one more detail of intimacy.
He lay fully on top of her and reached down with his hands to clasp and knead her firm round buttocks with his powerful hands, drawing their bodies even closer. Every fibre of their flesh flamed with the heat of their mutual exploding passion. Increased by the deep emotional quality of their love, their individual sensations became overpowering in intensity, driving both of them out of this prosaic world into a heaven of unbelievable carnal bliss.
Their straining bodies continued to throb together in divine pulsing ecstasy that transcended anything they had ever experienced before. This sublime expression of their love for each other was almost too beautiful to be endured and Cindy found herself wondering if she could survive such intense feelings for long and still appear to be a normal girl in other ways.
When their hearts had stopped pounding and their bodies had calmed a little, Cindy whispered to her new-found husband, 'Welcome home, Tom. Our love will last."