The Legacy, Chapter 3: Echoes - Sex Stories

The Legacy, Chapter 3: Echoes

They rode the next day, when Henry came by riding Beau and leading Sadie by the reins. Down by the creek, which was running high and clear, they swam in the pool where the water swirled past a large, flat-topped rock, and then against the bank and back on itself in a gentle whirlpool, a few small leaves and twigs trapped in its center. They swam naked, as they had in this same pool when they were small children; each of them in their own era, their experiences separated by decades. After, they lay on a blanket on top of the rock, drying in the warm sun, and then they made love. It was gentle and intimate, simply touching and talking, at ease together. In the bright sunlight they were better able to see each other, to take in the beauty of each other’s bodies, perfection and imperfections alike. They touched and explored, taking turns arousing each other before they coupled, and when it was over they rested for a time and then started again. Beth was astonished at the older man’s libido, and his stamina, at his sheer physicality and his eagerness to please her. She loved the look of his body, mature, but fit and solid; his thick, dark, silky cock with its soft foreskin and his large, heavy balls seemed to fascinate her as she fondled, licked, and sucked him. There was her burning curiosity which seemed to need to be satisfied as well as her powerful desire. When Henry gazed at her sleek, pale feminine beauty, he felt as though a fire had been kindled inside of him, dormant ...

... embers fanned, his arousal quick and insistent, surprising him. Her willingness, the eager and wanton slipperiness of her sex and the sweet musky scent and taste of her aroused pussy served to turn his flames into a raging bonfire. He was astonished to discover that he still had the same needs and desires that he’d had as a much younger man, and that this young woman that he’d known for her entire life had so suddenly – and easily - awakened them. For Henry it was a renewal, the first time in years that he’d felt fully alive, and as if his life still held some meaning beyond his simple friendships and the sons that he rarely saw. He felt like a whole man again, and Beth’s unabashed and uninhibited enjoyment of their lovemaking, in which she gave of herself so freely and eagerly, was a joyful affirmation for him. She made love with a selfless abandon, and seemed to revel in his touch, and watching her beautiful face as she climaxed was a rare and powerful moment that moved him deeply and left his eyes wet with tears. The powerful, straining release of his own orgasm, deep inside of her, left him limp and shaking, and the days slipped by them. **************** Robert and Elizabeth’s son was born almost nine months to the day after the violent night of storm; while Henry had watched her body swell with child he’d held his breath, always aware of the possibility that the child growing in her could be his, despite her assurances. Because of Robert’s frequent absences he had attended ...