Fanning the Flames Once More

FANNING THE FLAMES ONCE MORE

"You can't say that we haven't tried to end it."

Stan waited for the few words he had spoken to fully register with her. Gemma gazed back at him, her lips pouting as if she was keeping a ready answer from being shouted back at him. She did not like to be reminded that he was not the only one to want to rediscover the wasting passion that they had so often succumbed to.

He had, once more, become direct in what he had to say, and nothing else dominated the conversations that they could so often fall into than the affair that they had conducted in secrecy and that had produced two children. Being a

'donor'

, or

'keeping it in the family'

, as he had suggested, and after his son Jake had pressed him for possible solutions to the problem, he and Gemma faced in having kids. What had been an arrangement, unlikely and at first reluctantly agreed to by Gemma, had become so much more.

"You only have to touch me, and I'm lost...get lost with you being in me...time and time again,"

He heard both dismay and wonder in her soft voice and knew that he had only to claim her, for his penis to slowly but purposefully enter her slicked heat and her breaths would catch in her throat, Gemma's hands gripping his sides and her abdomen tensing before she succumbed to the waves of an orgasm that wracked her body. She would buck her hips, clamp her muscles on his probing length to keep him so wonderfully deep inside her. She'd become vocal, act wildly in ways that Betty, his wife, no longer did, and they would each be overwhelmed by the potency of his ejaculation, the crash of his hips against hers or her buttocks, if Gemma was made to rest her legs on his shoulders and he found her as she submitted to him.

They would couple furiously, rampage over the bed in the guest bedroom in pursuit of pleasure that had long ago replaced the purposeful intercourse that she had sought of him, and for only one purpose. To become pregnant. That she had succumbed to wanton pleasure, as their couplings were pursued until that moment, was something that she had struggled to accept, but moments of consummation were always heightened by her gradual submission to him, and they finally shared in the act.

"You always become someone else, a different man," she would tell him as they lay in each other's arms, and the pleasure they had discovered slowly ebbed away. Their couplings were furtive; they had to be, and where and how they shared the heat could be unpredictable; hurriedly and in the hallway, or on the sofa with her straddling him and her work dress gathered around her hips when he had work to do in the house for her and Jake, or on the bed. In short, wherever time and his coaxing words allowed it.

According to the woman he now gazed at, her breasts shaped by a clingy tank-top and her slender legs flattered by a flouncy hemmed mini skirt, he became someone else when he took to loving her; passion being combined with sublime skill and attentiveness. He took delight in her, and she had found herself succumbing to his ways and needing them; to renewing their times together when she had resolved that his place in her life was confined to the act, or moments, of

'finding her'

and getting her pregnant.

Sex with him, after the birth of her kids, continued sporadically but passionately; the break in relations was soon made up for in tempestuous moments that left her weak, and he tiringly pleased and satisfied. Their eyes would meet, and the question to be read in them had been only too clear.

They were lovers, their age difference and who they were to each other no barrier to what they sought and what they had soon shared once more. Her full-breasted, slender, body could take him; anticipation along with his swirling and flickering tongue and probing fingers slowly opening the way for his entry; a well-endowed and insatiable man taking her to heights of pleasure that broke down her resolve to deny him a repeat of what had been shared so often that it was like she was pursuing an extra-marital affair because of the lack of attention to her needs within her marriage to Jake.

The truth of it, he had sensed often enough, was that Gemma wanted both men in her life; one was true and commonplace, and the other a raging counterpoint to all that prevailed in what she maintained to be an ordered life. It took a few words from him, a look, or a moment's caress to her bare arm, and the meeting of his gaze upon her for Gemma to know what was again on his mind and that she wanted to surrender to the moments to be spent again in his arms.

"We're both caught up in this, Gem..."

"Yes, and damn you for knowing me so well!"

She pouted a smile with her full lips and flicked back her long auburn hair, tilting her head coquettishly as she gazed at him. The ruggedly handsome man with his greying stubble beard and closely cropped hair still got to her, occupied her thoughts in the most destructive of ways. Stan's work toned his body and maintained the strength in his arms, roughened his large hands and his self-confidence, bordering on arrogance, seemed to equip him with an answer to every situation that might face him. Was he as horny with other women customers of his contracting business as he was with her? She hoped not; being unfaithful to his wife, Betty, was more than enough to take in and accept, difficult as that was to do.

But she had been persuaded by the idea of Stan being the man to impregnate her, even if Jake was unaware of what had happened, and about which there remained a nagging doubt. She wanted to keep it that way. She also wanted Stan to be her lover; to bring to her ways of loving that left her weak and left her conscience raging. Then, at such times, she would call a halt to what had again been shared, only for the absence of the man soon wrecking her resolve.

What happened between them could become a two-way street; she pursuing him when Stan did not expect it, or he sought her out and arrangements made. Furtiveness heightened the pleasure of all that would then follow.

"Well, shall we?" he asked, suggestively, in a voice she had learned to know so well and as his fingertip caressed her throat and making Gemma look at him as they stepped closer.

She shrugged her slender shoulders. "Well, yes, I guess we'd better get on with it."

For only a moment, they locked eyes and silently confirmed what they wanted once more from the arrangement so hastily made over the telephone the day before, and when they were both at work.

"Come here!" he demanded needlessly, as he knew she would not resist him. Gemma fell into his embrace and leaned back against him as his hands drew her skirt up. One hand caressed the silken fabric of her thong as the other claimed her breasts, shaped so wonderfully in her cropped top that was like a second skin and worn to please him. The kisses that they exchanged soon became deeper and hungrier. He eased her away. "Lie back...."

The clamps. They exchanged a flurry of kisses and groping caresses as he pressed his body down upon her, Gemma spreading her legs wide and encouraging his easy access as he rubbed his jeans-covered erection against her. They humped and embraced each other as they kissed, or he pressed his lips against the warmth of Gemma's throat and breathed in her musky scent.

"Skin on skin!" she called out, "I want to be naked and feel you against me!" she demanded, yet she knew from other times that he would do as he pleased, given the mood that he was in.

"In a moment, I won't disappoint you."

His clenched lips pressed and kissed her skin, claimed her breasts through the fabric of her top, his claims becoming steadily harder and demanding until he found her erect nipples and feasted on them, the fabric of her top soon showing wet circles and his claims becoming progressively urgent. He increased the speed of his hips as they crashed against her, Gemma raising her legs to grip his body as her moans grew louder and urging him on.

They dry humped as he managed to find her breast with his left hand and caressed her thigh with the other, sucking the breath out of her as the tempo of their movements increased until her body stiffened.

"Let it go...do that for me," he grunted as Gemma drew in her breath sharply as if caught off guard by the rush of her orgasm.

"Stan!" she cried out. "Stan!"

"Yes, you darling woman, cum for me" he replied and hissing her ears in reply, poking his tongue into each one in turn, his breaths and touch of his tongue making her shudder. He eased away enough for her to push up his T-shirt and press her lips to his chest, to tug on the mat of grey hair that covered it, to then move to suck on his hard nipples. "I'll undress, now that you're ready."

He watched as Gemma shifted her hips and pushed down her skirt, then her thong. He watched her heavy, rounded breasts, spring free of her top and knelt between her parted legs, Gemma reaching out to garb his jerking penis as he stood over her, at the foot of the bed and she leaned in to mouth him; to slick kisses down his length, to swirl her tongue over the glistening knob before her cheeks swelled and she took him in her mouth.

"Oh yes, go on, darling...you do that so well now."

He'd shown her on many occasions what to do for him, how to fellate him and now she rubbed his penis between her wonderfully firm breasts, and she caressed its sides or leaned in to mouth him again. She kissed his belly as his penis was worked with agile hands, or she used one to knead and tug on his heavy nut sac as the other continued to work on him in long, sensuous strokes.

"Can I take you...how can I take you when you're so hard and thick?" she asked in a trembling voice as she looked up at him and met his hooded expression.

He always seemed to be ahead of her; was impatient for her to take him into her slicked heat and for them to fuck. There was always an intensity of purpose, a raging impatience to be felt in his kisses, caresses, and then in the ferocious plunge of his penis as the knobbed tip parted her pussy's lips and he entered her body. At such times, there was no need for her to be coaxed and to be in full possession of him.

They had fallen into the maelstrom of illicit pleasure that would soon be rediscovered.

"You're acting so bad again, Stan," she said, teasing him as she smiled, gazing down at what he would bring as he knelt between her thighs, the fingers of both hands caressing her slit and brushing over her golden-brown pubic hair. Gemma's pussy beckoned, the glint of moisture to be seen on the pink folds. She closed her eyes and sighed, pt one hand over her mound as if she was shy to have him see her so exposed to his wondering gaze and questing caresses.

"We can still stop, if this...being with me, is not what you want," he suggested, but he sounded unconvincing. His caresses continued, and Gemma opened her eyes as she reached out to him. Her hands gripped his neck as he continued to kneel before her, his penis arcing out from his belly and trembling.

"Go on, do me! There are moments when I want to be with the father of my kids!" He nodded, shocked at the ferocity to be heard in her voice as she spoke of an inescapable truth. What had happened between them had made everything she had wanted possible. "I've known for a long time that you want this arrangement we have to continue...to find any chance there is for us to fuck."

"Shh," he said, pressing his finger to her lips. "Yes, Gemma, us getting together matters...seeing with your kids reminds me of that every time we're together."

"Go on, less talk!"

She pulled him down and kissed him into silence, then guided him as his mouth claimed her breasts and as his fingers stroked over her pussy's lips. His mouth circled her hard nipples, taking each in his mouth in turn and tugging gently upon them as his tongue flickered over them in a circular motion. She could not keep from shuddering as his fingers brought her on and his mouth sucked as much of her breasts, one then the other, into his mouth.

Simple acts of foreplay teased her, and he felt Gemma pulling on his hair, then lifting her hips to meet his fingering of her, not slowing him down or provoking him to respond to her claims. She wanted him in her. She was becoming impatient and tried to pull him down and into her.

"Oh, come on, Stan! I want you in me! You know by now that I do," she pleaded. "We do it, fast and quick. That's how it has always been between us. Do it!"

"Soon Gemma," he answered, easing his claims on her breasts and undeterred by her snappy tirade. It seemed that guilt, aroused by what she again wanted from him, was not far beneath the surface.

He put the tip of his tongue on the skin between her breasts that she pushed together to caress his face before it trailed down in a zigzag pattern until he circled her navel with a flourish. He scooted further down the bed until his head was again between her warm, soft thighs, and he could taste her.

No barrier to his taking of her remained.

"Don't tease me like that...or not for long!" she yelped and on a sharp intake of breath as his tongue dipped into her and flickered, offered tantalising caresses to the full length of her slit, or prodded into her.

Her lips were already sticky as his tongue ran the full length of her pink slit. Her scent overpowered him as he probed her wetness, sluicing over her until Gemma begged for him to stop.

He then used his index fingers to spread her slightly so that he could work his tongue deep inside her. He drove it as deep as it could reach before beginning to twirl it around, and the whole time he kept his eyes locked on Gemma. During this he kept his nose pressing her clit, her shaven mound slicked with her juices and his saliva.

"I said not for long!" she shrieked when he started to to move his head purposefully, from side-to-side and offering flickering caresses to her slit. It proved too much for her.

Gemma seized his hair with both hands as her body bucked beneath him, keeping his tongue trapped in her, not that he minded in the slightest as the flow of her pussy's juices would lube his penis and ease his entry into her slender body.

"You're ready for me, aren't you, now?"

She reached up to pull him to her, and now she grabbed that trembling length of flesh that was no longer imprisoned in his pouch briefs, a thick length with a heavy nut sac underneath. She felt the tip was moist with pre-cum and did not hesitate to guide it to her opening pre-cum and guided it toward her opening.

"Put it in me, please...no waiting or teasing. Fuck me in the way that you do!"" Gemma demanded, and as her long legs encircled his waist and she lifted her hips off the bed to meet his entry.

His body shifted enough that his large head now pressed to her entrance, at which time he reached down and grabbed it right below the head. Stan pushed forward and slowly the tip parted her lips and started to work its way into its slippery warmth. She brought her knees back toward her chest, which heightened the pleasure of his deepening entry, Gemma's sighs of pleasure deepening as they shared in moments of rediscovered pleasure.

"It's been a while...quite a while without being with you...like this," he murmured in slow breaths of effort, looking into her eyes that were already fluttering as the pleasure she felt increased as he sank into her moist clamping heat, the tug of her hands on his hips urging him to tamp deeper.

"We have other lives," she groaned in reply and knowing what he wanted from her, and that pleased him.

She wrapped her legs around his hips, met the tamping and twisting movements of his body, and urged him to plug her in the tempestuous ways that he always sought in their times together. His sharp intakes of breath suggested that she pleased him in what she did, knowing that she would drain him of wad after wad of his semen, the first dart always making her shudder from the intensity that he brought in pursuit of that split-second moment of sublime release, the consummation of his lust for her.

"Go on...go on!" she urged needlessly, twisting her hips underneath him and gripping his buttocks as the bed began to creak and she felt herself lose control of him. "Go on, Stan...you've got me here again!"

They knew they had to stop pursuing moments like these, now coupled as if it were to be for the last time.

She clamped and clawed at his body as the tempo of their coupling increased and snatched kisses gave way to halting breaths, her hands stroking his hairy chest and then down over his stomach until her square-cut finger nails scratched his belly gently, pricked the base of his shaft, the skin clammy from her pussy's moisture that now flowed and eased the slip and probe of that monstrously thick and long flesh that found her.

His panting breaths were on her face, and she shared in unlikely kisses.

"Make it happen!" she cried out as she clung to him, her vaginal muscles clamping and tugging on him as much as she was able as Stan pursued his pleasure in her. Sex with the man was so different from all that she shared with Josh. Perhaps that explained why she continued to concede to Stan's demands of her.

He had no idea how long he'd last with the sensations he was experiencing. Her ways with him made it feel like his cock was gripped in in a vise and Gemma now working him so well. Finally, on a groan of pleasure, he slid his last thick inch into her and his balls began to brush her skin, to slap against her forbidden spot; puckered skin that he would often caress and drive the young woman to a shuddering climax and had him feeling she would break him; to tear his penis away.

He waited as Gemma's pussy pulsed and caressed his penis, became used to his presence in her once more, Jake not being so well-hung as he, his father. Just being encased in her wetness without moving was almost too much to take without exploding. When her hands grabbed his ass and attempted to pull him deeper it overwhelmed his senses. He gasped and, a second later, he succumbed to the nagging pressure in his groin, the leap of his penis unstoppable as the first wad of semen exploded from his penis.

OH...OH FUCK! I'M LOST...I'M CUMMING! YES, FILL MY PUSSY AND FUCK ME"! MAKE ME CUM!" she yells, squeezing her legs around his hips as she is crushed against him in a tightening embrace.

"OH, GEMMA! I'M CUMMING TOO! GEMMA YOU DARLING!"

He feels her body quivering and her legs squeeze his body as her pussy explodes, her muscles tightening and dragging on his penis as he keeps driving into her.

"ANOTHER ONE! YES! GO ON!"

Jemma clings to him, avoiding his kisses, as her body's wracked by one orgasm following another and as he keeps on driving into her, unrelentingly and torturing her with his questing movements, the rock, dip and sway, making her feel that he wants to caress every part of her now oversensitive pussy. She will be sore after a session like this.

They had both cried out in pleasure and relief, each shuddering and falling into a clammy embrace after their shared climaxes, Gemma throwing her head back in rapture and arching her back as she was overwhelmed by the rushes of his semen and the jolts of his body as he kept on ejaculating as his lust for her body was again finally satisfied.

Or so she thought.

Now with the immediate pressure relieved due to his orgasm Stan slowly slid out of Gemma, keeping just his mushroom head in. He then reversed course and drove back, forcing a gasp out of her. His cum mingled with her juices made the going easier and aided Stan as he thrust in and out of her tight pussy. He supported his body with his elbows as he repeatedly filled her depths, only to pull back out again to the edge.

He reclaimed her breasts, flattened as she lay back on the bed. He took each in his mouth, suckled on her hard nipples, and tugged on them. He flicked each one back and forth in turn, these rhythmic claims driving her wild once more, and as his penis moved in slow caressing tamps and stretches.