Tricia's Army Sergeant: A Story of Passion & Awakening in Mid-Life (4 page)

"It's OK Tricia. You can take me. I know you
can, I just held your pussy in my hand."

"You're too big… John."

She shook her head. Her eyes closed. He laid
his hand on her cheek

"Look at me Tricia."

She fluttered her eyes open and met his
smoldering gaze.

"Trust me, Tricia, please. You can take all
of me. Let's try, please."

He retreated and then stabbed back in. She
went limp. He pistoned in and out of her, his balls slapping her
ass. She was pliable in his arms; she didn't fight him. He banged
his big body into her over and over until he came again.

When he lay back down and drew her against
him, he smiled. That was everything he'd imagined and more. She was
a joy in his arms and her submission meant the world to him. She
was his now.

Tricia had never experienced sex like this.
John's loving was intense and forceful. Her orgasm was like a
religious experience encompassing her whole body and mind. There
was no comparison between her previous sexual experience and what
just happened with John. She felt mated to him. He had taken her
body and she loved it.

***

When she woke, John was not in bed with her.
She felt immediately bereft, sad that he had left. She was as stiff
and sore as she could be. Last night, after sex, John brought her a
cool wet cloth and washed and soothed her pussy after his hard
loving. He once again showed his extreme nurturing side to her. She
slept like a baby in his arms.

He came walking into the bedroom, stark
naked. Tricia blushed to her hairline. He was a perfect male
specimen and he was proud of it.

"John, how can you walk around like
that?"

"Like what?" he smiled a sly smile.

She laughed. She couldn’t hide her happiness
that he hadn't left. He had brought them each a coffee. He got back
in bed with her and dragged her on top of his body.

"Damn, you are so soft, feels so good. So,
how are you feeling? Sore?"

He embarrassed her again. She nodded, but
then she gathered some nerve and answered him.

"Yes, I'm aching. I feel it"

"I'm sorry, babe. I was a little rough. It's
your fault. You got me overly excited," he teased.

He was happy she was sore. She would remember
him all day and then some. She would know that she was his.

"…But I've got the medicine to fix your
pain."

She looked skeptical. He was smiling and
beautiful smile. Lord, she could get used to having him around.

Chapter 6

He took the coffee cup from her hand and put
it on the nightstand. He gently kissed her lips and face while
massaging her breasts. Her pussy clenched and she felt an inner
ache that was both painful and pleasurable at once.

He kissed her and petted her body for what
seemed like an eternity. She squirmed, pressing her hips into his
groin. She started to explore him with her hands. He was big and
hard everywhere. The feeling of him holding her made her body go
weak and begin to cream. She could actually feel it dripping out of
her body, something that had never happened before.

John felt her relax as he worked her over
with his hands and mouth. He knew what was coming would cause a
problem, but it had to be done. He pulled away from her mouth,
leaving one hand fingering her pussy. He got up on all fours and
moved between her legs, again taking the sheets with him.

"No, John."

She tried to close her legs, but he was in
the way. She struggled to get her legs from around him so she could
cover up. He grabbed her leg and held it in place and looked at her
sternly.

"Shh," he clenched his jaw.

She stopped struggling, but grabbed a pillow
and covered her body.

"Tricia, stop."

He pulled the pillow away and threw it across
the room. She shook her head and closed her eyes.

"John, please."

Her pleading gave him pause. Then, he looked
down at her body and his own desire took over. He was on a mission
and he wasn't going to give up. She needed to get over her extreme
modesty and nervousness. He crouched down and put his face very
near her pussy. He looked back up at her face. She'd moved her
hands to cover her breasts and her stomach. Completely closed.

"Relax, Tricia."

And then he licked. His tongue split open her
outer lips and trailed up to her clit. She'd never liked being
kissed down there. Her husband probably didn't like it either. She
let him know it wasn't for her and they didn't try it very many
times in their years married. John licked again. He stopped and
pulled her lips apart with his fingers.

"John! Don't!"

She was mortified. He wouldn't take his eyes
off her open pussy. He held the lips apart and just gazed at her
most intimate place. Her scent and her color excited him beyond
reason. He kissed her pussy lips as if her were kissing her mouth.
Over and over he kissed, his lips melding with hers, thrusting his
tongue in and out of her hole.

"God, you're beautiful," he continued to look
at her puffy lips, deep pink in color. "I love how you look."

He licked up to her clit and then swirled
around. He looked up at her. She had moved her hands up to her
face. He sighed.

"Tricia, I bet you don't know this but you
look like a flower. You're a beautiful flower," he teased.

He went back to working her. He put his
fingers inside and began stroking on the backside of her clit. He
put his lips over the top of her pearl and very gently sucked. And
stroked and sucked and stroked and sucked. He was tireless. And he
was breaking her down.

Despite her embarrassment at being open for
him to view, her pussy was throbbing with pleasure and leaking lots
of juice onto the bed. John was doing things to her, causing
sensations that were new and powerful. She began to lose focus, her
discomfort waning. Soon all that mattered were the throbbing pulses
caused by each lick of his tongue, each suckle of his mouth on her
bud.

John felt every step of her awakening and her
capitulation to his tongue. She fought him at first holding herself
rigid and hiding. She pretended that it wasn't happening. Then she
started to relax, her legs fell open gradually. She took her hands
from her eyes. Before too long, she had her hands on his head. And
at the very end, he felt her move beneath his mouth. She strained
up against him ever so slightly.

"That's right baby, get what you need," he
answered her lifted hips by pressing down on her harder.

He flattened his tongue on her clit and then
gave a stronger suck. She moaned loudly. Her orgasm broke with a
stream of cum and a strong contraction around his finger. Her
moaning grew even louder and she twisted her fingers in his short
hair. He laughed inwardly. This had worked out well. Her spasms
went on for a long time.

He laid his cheek on top of her pussy and
waited. Her breathing returned to normal and he felt her hands
move. He picked up his head and looked at her to find out where he
stood.

"I'm sorry Tricia. Are you OK?"

She nodded her head.

"Are you angry with me?"

He pulled himself up. She didn't answer him.
He had a flicker of panic. Could she have enjoyed it but still be
upset with him?

"Look, I told you that seeing your body is
important to me. I didn't want to hurt you by having sex again so
soon…I thought you would…I just wanted to please you."

"You did please me, John."

She put her hands on his chest. He responded
quickly by pulling her to him.

"I'm sorry if I forced you. I wanted to see
you so badly. I didn't want to stop. I've wanted you for so
long."

She pushed back from his chest.

"John, that's the second time you've said
that. What do you mean?"

Shit
.

"John?"

It was his turn to be vulnerable now. He
broke eye contact and began staring at her chest, fondling her
nipples.

"I have been thinking about you for a
while."

"What's a while?"

He hadn't planned on her finding this out. It
would change how she felt about him. He wanted to soften his
indiscretion in some way, but he didn't know how. And he didn't
know how to lie.

"Since I met you," he talked to her
breasts.

"Really?"

"Yes," he picked up his head and looked into
her eyes. To his surprise, she looked pleased.

"Do you know how beautiful you are?"

"Well…"

"No you don't. When I met you I was
completely infatuated. The feelings never went away."

Talking wasn't his strong suit. He rolled on
top of her and settled his hips between her legs and kissed her. He
was still hard and gently eased his organ into her pussy.

"Tricia?" He used her name as a question.

This time he wanted her permission. He wanted
her to say she wanted him. She answered by lifting her hips and
opening for him. His dick glided in further. She was slick and
inviting. He rammed the rest of the way to fully seat himself
inside her body.

"I've wanted you for a while. Do you want me,
too?"

"Yes."

She thrust her hips up to him, cradling his
massive dick inside her pussy. He nursed at her breasts biting and
sucking until she cried out, a second orgasm upon her. He came with
her, his dick pulsing hard, deep inside her body.

Chapter 7

They were a couple for about two months when
Tricia's son, Mark, got injured in a training accident. The jeep he
was riding in crashed. He broke his leg in three places and needed
surgery to pin it back together. He spent about a week in the
hospital before coming home to his mother's house to recover. He
had a cast from the top of his thigh to his toes.

Mark's arrival at Tricia's house really
screwed up John's life. Tricia did not want John to stay over while
Mark was with her, nor would she stay at John's house. John would
be damned if he was going to sneak around to have sex with her. He
was almost fifty and her son was in his twenties. They all knew
that Tricia and John were in a relationship, which involved having
sex, as normal adults will do. But Tricia wouldn't hear of it.

"We'll just have to wait until he gets better
and moves back to his place. It won't be that long."

They were out to dinner at the local family
steakhouse.

"This is ridiculous. Mark knows we're
together, Tricia. He's not a little boy."

"I know that, John. It's not about him. It's
about me. I just feel uncomfortable with the idea of…you know…with
Mark just across the hall."

"Tricia, please say it."

She huffed.

"I feel uncomfortable having sex with Mark
right across the hall."

She blushed to the top of her head.

"First of all, we're not just having sex.
We're making love to each other. Which means you feel uncomfortable
making love to me with your son around."

"John, let's not quibble over my word
choice…"

"You know it's not the same thing. You do
know the difference, right?"

He aggravation was building. She
shrugged.

"And second, I can't wait that long. I can't
wait that long to make love to you again."

He was disappointed she didn't feel the same
as he did. It had been four days and he was dying.

"John, it's not that long, a couple of weeks.
Goodness. What did you do in the past when you were away?"

You don't want to know
. He shook his
head. Anyway, this was different from his past relationships. One
day apart was too much for him. He missed her soft submission, he
missed sleeping with her draped over his body, he missed her breath
on his face. It made him sad that she wasn't experiencing the same
feelings.

She leaned in to kiss him. She thought it
would make him feel better. She pressed her mouth to his and licked
his lips with the tip of her tongue. She liked when he did that to
her. She missed his loving terribly. She felt depressed without his
physical presence. And when they were together, like tonight, and
couldn't consummate, she was unbelievably frustrated. She hadn't
felt this with Cary.

Her kiss brought him fully erect, his cock
head coming up out of his pants. He was knocked for a loop.

"I'll be right back, I'm going to the ladies
room."

She excused herself. John knew within a split
second what he was going to do. He followed her down the hallway to
the restrooms. He grabbed her hand as he passed her and pulled her
into the family restroom.

"John, what are you doing?

"I want you and I can't wait. I won't
wait."

He unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his
thick, hard cock. Tricia tried to scoot past to the door, but he
blocked.

"Oh, no you don't. These are the consequences
of denying me. I told you, I can't wait."

He grabbed her and spun her around. He pulled
up her skirt and yanked her panties down. He positioned himself at
her opening, wrapped both his arms around her waist and pulled her
back onto his stiff pole. He had her up off her toes, suspended
above the ground. She frantically grabbed for the sink to hold
herself up, as he crammed his cock deeper and deeper. Her feet
dangled. He forced his way in as deep as he could get. She was
helpless.

He covered the front of her pussy with one of
his big hands and started rubbing her clit up and down. It took him
less than two minutes to start coming hard. Tricia watched the
whole scene in the mirror. He fascinated her. Though she couldn't
see any part of his anatomy, she watched him strain and thrust. He
was incredibly hot. Every muscle flexed and pumped as he lifted her
and filled her. Her pussy accommodated him with plenty of slippery
fluid.

His face transformed as he climaxed. God help
her, he was magnificent. He grimaced and then groaned. He clenched
his jaw as he began to come. His eyes glazed and he squeezed them
shut as he sprayed into her pussy. He must have realized that she
was watching him because his eyes opened and he looked into her
eyes as he finished. She was overcome.