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5 finding life`s partner

... third stroke landed then immediately the fourth. His scream now mixed with the sound of his building orgasm, the final stroke; hard, stinging, and ecstatic pain and followed by that grip and rapid milking that ensured his seed spilling onto the floor in an orgasm the like of which he could not remember before. Her hand a blur as she climaxed herself her legs finally turning to jelly and she slumped back onto the stairs. Her body slowly returned to the real world, she released his bonds, and helped him up. Together they returned to the kitchen at her silent signal, he lay as she had the evening before, over the table end. She applied one of her salves gently to his wounds. As soon as that was completed she again helped him up. Together they embraced, his hands fumbling for her button`s, the dress gaping open, revealing her naked body, their lips welded together, they came together like young lovers he lifted her onto his erection, the great organ sliding into her wet sex easily, the urgency of their mating scr****g her back to the rough kitchen wall. Now he began his wild strokes, bringing them both to their respective climaxes, his seed this time filling her body in great hot spurts, her body limp now, impaled on his rapidly collapsing tool. He lowered her to her own wobbly legs, then to her chair kissing her again as he did so, her dress still open from neck to heels her body exposed in the most wanton way. He made tea, he did not want to sit, but with the help of cushions ...

... he finally managed to do so. They silently sat drinking, no words having passed between them since she had asked how many strokes seemingly hours ago. Words were just not necessary or adequate. He took her hand and led her to her bedroom, they kissed again and he left her for his own bed, he would tidy up in the morning. He was up first his backside still tender and bruised; his clothes rough against the still livid stripes. The kettle on and the fire lit he went downstairs and tidied away, turning out the light and locking the door with a slight smile. Ursula appeared, today her dress blue, old and a little threadbare but fine for round the house, her hair neat, her face scrubbed she looked the image of the older housewife, butter wouldn`t melt. They greeted one another without any hint of the evening before, she starting on breakfast as soon as she appeared. They sat eating before she asked of his wounds saying she was “sorry if she had hurt him badly.” To which he answered that “not badly, he had had much worse,” and that he would have her do it again if that is what she wanted. She took his hand a swift fleeting touch that meant so much. She asked him to introduce her to his dog, which so far she still had not met, assuring him she had always loved dogs but her husband had not been keen on them and after he passed it had never occurred to her to have one. As he had thought she did not like dogs Tim had kept his either in his rooms or by day in the old sty at the garden ...