The Welcome Interloper Chapter 4 Consummation

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The Welcome Interloper Chapter 4 ConsummationThis is Chapter 4 of this story. If you have not read Chapter 1, “The Blitz & Fond Recollections”, Chapter 2, “The Arrival” and Chapter 3, Coveting Karl, it is recommended you do so. Set in rural England during WWII, this story traces several years in the life of Ellie, 43, a highly-sexed, retired, female army nurse. Ellie is living alone while her husband, Phillip, 43, an army infantry officer, is fighting in South Africa. She dearly loves Phillip and misses him terribly. She cannot wait for the war to be over and for him to return home safely. Meanwhile, Ellie’s longings for Phillip and her lustful cravings for love and gratification become so intense and unrelenting they lead her into several affairs, one, in the most extraordinary way possible.The story is historically accurate. Ellie’s journey is told in the genuine ambiance, language and jargon of the times. The use of vivid, graphic and effective vintage images further enhances what is a compelling and erotic story of how a woman fills the voids created by war, and the adjustments she makes to accommodate her needs and cravings.Since the story is relatively long, the author is publishing it in chapters. So, please, check back. The author encourages readers to comment on her story and welcomes constructive criticism.The Welcome Interloper – Chapter 4 – Consummationby Scarlett O’MaraKarl was now more physically capable. He was helping me with feeding and tending to the livestock and other chores. He and I were in the barn one afternoon cleaning the stalls and tending to the hay and water troughs. As I bent over to move a bale of hay into position, I lost my balance and fell to the floor. Karl was in one of the stalls and heard me cry out. Dropping the rake, he rushed over and knelt down beside me, asking if I was alright. I replied I was. He picked me up from the back with his hands under my armpits.I turned around to thank him and our eyes locked. He pulled me close and kissed me on the lips. He said he was sorry, he couldn’t help himself. He said he was very attracted to me and that I was the most wonderful woman he has ever known. I whispered I understood, and kissed him back, holding him tightly.That afternoon, on the hay-laden floor of the barn, Karl and I consummated our deep, mutual affection, something that was destined to happen, and something we both desperately wanted and needed. We were ravenous for each other, my fanny drenched with desire, so wet and open for him. It only took a few seconds for him to find his way. His long, thick cock wound its way into me until it could go no further. His stroking was slowand rhythmic. My heart was beating like a drum! Karl’s dick was sliding in and out, his strokes so long and thick. The sex was so wonderful and gratifying, only exceeded by my lovemaking with Gerald.Karl fucked me for over an hour, bringing me to two glorious, overwhelming orgasms before releasing himself to his own pleasure, filling me with the warm seed for which I so desperately longed. It was the most wonderful sexual experience since Gerald. His wondrous cock was still semi-firm and I eagerly took it into my mouth. I had wanted to suck on it for so long. I loved it and loved it, not being able to get enough. Soon, he emptied his ball bag of warm jism, giving me the exquisite nourishment I so craved. Meanwhile, my fanny was sliding and rotating, his lips, mouth and nose buried deep inside me, allowing me to cum and cum. I released my gush as he nourished himself, both moaning our pleasure over and over. That evening, we prepared a dinner of vegetable soup and buttered biscuits. We retired to the living room in front of the fire, sitting next to each other holding hands and recalling the wonders of the afternoon. Karl put his arm around me and began kissing me sweetly on the cheek, saying I was so beautiful in the barn, my face showing such ecstasy. He was so pleased he could bring me such pleasure. He said I was so deserving, and that no woman of my beauty, vibrancy and responsiveness should be deprived of such pleasure. I thanked him for being so intuitive and attentive. I held him and kissed him all over his face and neck as I fondled his, swelling dick through his trousers.Soon, I had his trousers open and his willy in my hands, then in my mouth. My body was warm and flushing with renewed excitement. The need to love him with my mouth and tongue, again, taking over my emotions. Karl held my head in his hands telling me how wonderful it all felt and how he loved my tongue swirling around his willy. He would be cumming soon, but wanted to share it with me, he wanted to be in me. He asked me to get on top of him. He wanted me to have all of him and to enjoy him. çankırı escort I did as he asked, straddled him, and opened my fanny for him with both of my hands. My fanny was pulsating and I slid onto him in with a single stroke. I shivered as his mushroom glans passed through my pubic bone. It all felt so wonderful!Soon, the heavenly sensations began. Karl’s cock was completely in me, making contact with every part of my insides. His dick bumped my cervix as I rotated my fingers on my swollen clitoris back and forth between my two fingers, around and around. Minutes later, wave after wave of ecstasy came over me, causing me to twist and writhe on him.I was so weak from the pleasure I fell forward onto Karl in the midst of orgasm. My breasts were moving through the hair on his chest causing erotic, tingling sensations in my erect nipples. My clitoris was making full contact with his pubic hairs as my final spasms slowly closed like sweet sparks of electricity. As I was finishing, Karl gasped and gasped, groaning loudly over and over as his ejaculate filled me, the overflow dripping down my thighs into his hairs and onto his stomach.He whispered for me not to stop, to continue my movements, he wanted us to become one, again. As we held each other tightly and kissed, our tongues darted back and forth. Karl’s hands were on my bum, pulling me to him. He began to swell inside me, soon filling me again. We made love this way for more than a half hour. The passion, arousal and urgency were epic. As my orgasm began, I sped up my movements, forward and back, in and out. Karl’s dick was rock hard and my clitoris was in perfect contact. Wave after wave of euphoric splendor enveloped me, an almost endless stream of ecstasy. Karl’s breathing told me he was near. I continued my movements, only faster, now. I wanted to bring him maximum pleasure. I wanted to make him as happy as I could. I found a new lover and I did not want him to ever leave me. It took some while longer, and after giving me a final, long, sweet climax, Karl had an enormous, final orgasm, groaning on and on, writhing beneath me, flailing, He whispered it was the most wonderful sex of his life, he had never had anything so wondrous and I was so perfect for him. Holding him tightly and kissing him sweetly, I whispered he was perfect for me, too! We were lovers, now, so good for each other. I said I wanted him to sleep with me in my room. We did not any longer have to sleep alone. Nor, did he have to leave anytime soon, there was so much ahead for us. I took him by the hand to my room and we went to bed together for the first time. He was so happy hearing all of my feelings and wishes. After kissing amid whispers of affection and devotion, we fell asleep in each other’s arms. The next few days were like a honeymoon. Karl and I were like two peas in a pod, doing nearly everything together, having sex to our heart’s content. He was always at my side, pecking me on the cheek, hugging me, kissing me on the lips and neck. Frequently, he kissed the tops of my breasts, telling me how wonderful and beautiful I was and how happy he was that we were lovers, and all sorts of endearing things to let me know how much he cared for me.Two people could not have been more intimate. We make love in the morning before getting up, sometimes in the afternoon when all the chores were done, and, definitely, every night before going to sleep. One night, after glorious sex, as we were kissing and fondling in the afterglow, Karl said my body was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He said he loved everything about it, my skin so smooth and unblemished, my titties, soft and peachy, my fanny and bum his favorites. He commented that every part of me was so beautiful it deserved to be photographed, each part a separate piece of art. Blushing, I thanked him and kissed him, telling him I would be too embarrassed to do such a thing. He said, perhaps, just one or two poses and he would want me to help develop and process them in the dark room. If I liked them, perhaps, I would let him take more. After a little more sweet talk, I finally agreed he could take two, and only two to start. If I wasn’t embarrassed, we could do more. The next morning I bathed and spread skin cream all over my body and put on just a hint of rouge and lipstick. Karl insisted I was such a beauty that he wanted my photos to be as natural as possible. I put on my robe and joined him in the bedroom where he was setting up one of my tripods to hold his camera and two of my flood lamps. He said the flood lamps plus the sunlight streaming through the windows would provide perfect lighting.He moved the settee from the foot of the bed up against the full length wall mirror and had escort çankırı me lay in several different positions, carefully looking through his view finder on each, commenting on how lovely and sensuous I was in every pose. He had me move my body several times and adjust my legs, arms and head, then, finally, smiled approvingly, and began clicking away. I said he was only supposed to take two. He replied to get two good ones, we had to take several of one pose, I could pick the two I liked best and he would destroy the others if I insisted. He was so pleased and happy with what he was doing I did not dare object further. He said he wanted to do a different pose, this one in bed with pillows propped up behind me with my legs slightly spread to show my lovely femininity. At first I objected, and then he said the pose would be lovely, showing the two most beautiful parts of my body, my breasts and my fanny. If I didn’t like the photo, we would destroy it. I smiled at him and posed as she wanted. He took four or five of me, asking me to make adjustments with each. The picture-taking had aroused us both. Karl took off his clothes and joined me on the bed and we made beautiful, gratifying love for over an hour.After we both climaxed with me on top of him, Karl fingered my drenched fanny, moving moisture to my perineum, then my bum hole, rotating his index finger around and around just like Gerald loved to do. Soon, his finger was inside my bum hole, massaging it and preparing it for the ultimate form of gratification. He slowly inserted the head of his dick and got it past my sphincter muscle, then moved the rest of his shaft gently into place as far as it would go. As he slowly and gently moved in and out, my rectum expanded and I was able to joyously take all of him, in and out, in and out. We loved this way for nearly a half hour, then we simultaneously climaxed, his shaft filling me and massaging the bottom wall of my fanny as I rhythmically stroked my swollen clitoris. His generous load of jism spilled out onto us and the bed sheet. This was the most thrilling and gratifying sex we had yet had, reminding me of my last night with Gerald. We loved this position so much. Slowing, Karl continued his in and out movements, as his warm jism enhanced lubricity. His cock slowly became thicker and thicker. Barely still on my knees, I was dizzy with renewed arousal as he fucked me and fucked me for the next twenty minutes. My next orgasm was so long, powerful and intense, I fell flat, and almost fainted. Karl followed, breathless with the ecstasy of his own reward.After bathing together and dressing, we hurriedly took the camera to the dark room. With Karl’s improved agility, he was easily able to handle the ladder to the root cellar. Karl was quite proficient in getting set up, preparing the trays and liquids. He took a total of twelve photos and developed and processed them perfectly. Weboth thought they were all beautiful. I could not find any fault with them. I looked at Karl and told him his work was astonishing. I was not the least bit embarrassed. The photos were, indeed, a work of art. He asked if I would permit him to take more soon. I said I loved his work, and he could definitely take more. I kissed him and thanked him, saying we should find a special place for the photos in the bedroom so that we could conveniently look at them and enjoy them.In the days that followed, Karl continued to remark about my body and how beautiful it was. He said every part of it was special, each a living piece of art.He wanted more provocative poses, more explicit photos, close-ups, he wanted to record nature’s wonders and beauty. Though I was not in favor of such poses, I finally relented that we could. It was apparent he was happiest when talking about photographing me. And, I wanted him to be happy. I wanted him with me as my lover for as long as possible. One afternoon, I was sewing, and the telephone rang. I rushed and answered it. The connection was crackling. The operator said I had an overseas call from South Africa. My heart skipped a beat! Was Phillip, finally, calling? Was he back to his home base and safe?I was shocked beyond belief! The voice at the other end was Gerald, hoping I would talk with him after such a long period with no contact. My heart skipped several beats, and, I said, of course, I would talk with him. (Karl was working in the barn, so I was able to speak freely.)Slightly crying, he apologized for not having any contact with me for so long, his life had been turned upside down several times. After his last letters, his father suddenly died of a stroke. Several months later, his wife developed the flu and died in the hospital. She was only 33. His baby daughter, who çankırı escort bayan was now six years old, was being cared for by Gerald’s mother. Later that year, his medical unit was mobilized and sent to North Africa where he was responsible to set up a field emergency center to treat wounded soldiers. He said after a year, his center was overrun by the Germans and he and two other doctors were taken captive. The Germans did not harm the wounded English soldiers and left two orderlies to care for them. He said for a year, he and the two other doctors were forced to treat German soldiers at one of their field hospitals. They were under constant surveillance, even in the operating room. One night, when surveillance was slack, he and the other two doctors subdued two German guards, slit their throats with their scalpels, took their weapons and ammunition, and fled. They were chased into the woods, but were able to ambush and kill the four soldiers who were pursuing them. He said he was wounded in the leg and arm. The two other doctors cared for him until they reached their own lines. He was hospitalized for nearly three months, then was released to active dutyHe said he had written a least six letters and sent them to me at the hospital, but all were returned showing “addressee not known”. He said when he called my telephone number, the operator told him the line had been disconnected and there was no new number. I explained I was retired and now living in a rural area outside London and Phillip was fighting in North Africa. He said it then occurred to him call Nellie, a nurse and mutual acquaintance, at the hospital. Fortunately, she was still stationed there, and she gave him my new phone number.Crying, and sometimes not being able to speak, he said all during his ordeals, especially, when he was held captive, I never left his mind nor did he ever stop loving me. I was all he ever thought about. He was so worried he would never see me again and that I would believe he had abandoned me, and think the worst of him.I replied that nothing that occurred was his fault, nor could he have changed any of it. I would not ever think ill of him, and implored him to not find fault with himself. He stopped crying and thanked me for comforting him. He said he still loved me with all his heart and was coming to see me, if I would allow. I was so excited to hear him say that!He said in ten days, he would be coming to London for two weeks, one week for new medical training and a week of holiday. He asked if he could visit me at my new home. I replied that would not be possible, perhaps, I could meet him in London. I could spend a few days there and we could reunite. He said he would be staying at the base the first week, then at the Excelsior Hotel in East London during the second week. He would love to take me to dinner at the charming pub where we had gone that first night. We could spend the entire evening talking and becoming reacquainted. I said I wanted that so much. I had thought about him so many times. I asked him to call me when he arrived in London so we could make arrangements. Crying, slightly, again, he thanked me for wanting to see him. He loved me so much and he could not wait to see me. I replied I could not wait to see him either. He asked if I would stay with him at the Excelsior, and I said I would. Still a little weepy, he said he wanted to make everything up to me and was so in my debt. With both of us tearing, we said goodbye.With my head in my hands, I burst out crying. It was all so bittersweet. Here I was married to Phillip and without him, in love with Karl and fucking him, in love with Rebecca and not being able to have her. And, now, Gerald was back in my life! My entire psyche was re-ignited with my feelings for Gerald…how much I had loved and cared for him five years ago…how I had regularly thought about him and reminisced our lovely affair over and over in my mind since. Now, I was shivering at the thought of reuniting with him. I went to my bedroom and sat on the bed. Looking up at the crucifix on the wall, I prayed:“Dear God, please help me get through this. I know You have brought these men and Rebecca into my life for a reason,so please make it clear to me. Do I love them all and give myself to them, or will You, ultimately, give me just one to love? Though I know it is wrong, I do want them all, but I do not want to incur your disfavour. Please make Your intentions known to me. I cannot possibly live this way and must be at peace with You! Please help me, dear God!”*********Continued In Chapter 5 – Deja Vu – Please look for it soon.**********Copyright ©2019. Scarlett O’Mara. All rights reserved. This story is the property of the author and may not be copied, reproduced, duplicated or circulated in any manner or form without the prior, express, written consent of the author. Any violation of this copyright will be adjudicated to the fullest extent of the copyright laws of the United States of America.

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