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The Second Year - And After...Chapter 61 free porn video
Things were a mite confused for a moment or three.
I'm not sure that I was completely conscious after my efforts - well, I can't have been, or I wouldn't have been so ungentlemanlike as to just collapse onto Julie as I had done.
Although Sian had never minded my weight on her, the petite and easily-squashed Vee had quickly and sharply corrected my behaviour the first time I had slumped onto her, and since then I'd always been pretty scrupulous in keeping my weight on my knees and elbows, especially when with Julie. Sheila and Jen were more able to stand the pressure than was my more delicate girlfriend.
She started to struggle against my weight, which was crushing her smaller body against the floor. Her efforts to push me off meant that I finally cottoned on to what was happening, and rolled to one side so that she could breathe more easily.
We were both gasping for air, and it was a couple more minutes before we could either communicate or take any notice of our surroundings. These endorphins that your body makes to reward you for trying to continue your bloodline do have some adverse side effects; I'm sure that the odd cave man was consumed by a sabre-tooth tiger while distracted by post-coital bliss. Perhaps only the cleverer ones, who had the sense to wait until they got back to the cave, did survive - so maybe Darwin had a point in that the species was improved by the more gormless ones living long enough to breed.
Anyway, enough of that. I came round from my own caveman impersonation to find that the twins were bent over us, the expression on their faces an odd mix of concern and approval. I discovered, by the visual method of noticing that her lips were moving, that Sheila was talking to us, and I concentrated on hearing her voice above the panting of the breath in my throat and the pounding of the blood in my ears.
" ... you two okay? I thought one of you was going to burst! God, you were making such a noise!"
I grunted in acknowledgement. Well, I actually tried to reply with words, but it just didn't happen. At least she realised that I was trying, and hadn't just lost my mind.
She left us alone for a few minutes; I could vaguely hear the familiar roar of gas under the kettle as Adrian made a pot of tea. Breathing was getting easier; my lungs seemed to have remembered how to supply me with oxygen.
When he knelt down with the tray, I somehow summoned up the energy to get to a sitting position. I think I probably knelt on part of Julie on my way, because she gave a quick squeak of surprise, and then Sheila helped her sit up.
"Don't try and talk yet, have a sip of tea first."
We did. God, that mug of Typhoo tasted like nectar of the gods. You know how sometimes food or drink can perk you up like it was a miracle cure? It was like that.
You know the old war film 'Ice Cold in Alex'? Where they are stuck in the Western Desert in an ambulance with a German spy, and all they can think about is having a cold beer if they ever get out of their predicament? And then the final scene, where they are in the bar, watching the lager being poured out of the bottle, and then drinking it, and you can almost see it coursing through their veins like a tonic? Mind you, my wife says that I now only watch the film to letch at Sylvia Syms - there is enough truth in that for me not to argue the point! She was a very pretty girl!
Anyway, the lead weight that seemed to be holding my legs dropped away, and the fog around my brain rolled back so that I could see and hear clearly once again.
I started to pay attention to my girlfriend. I knew that she had asked to be taken, and that she had more than co-operated in being fucked, but I didn't have much recollection of the later stages. She too was supping back her cuppa like it was a life-saving antidote - she looked knackered, but happy. Our eyes met, and she smiled - a slightly nervous smile, but also a very intimate one to acknowledge that we had just shared something special.
"Are you okay, my darling? I didn't hurt you, did I? I'm so sorry if I have done, you know that I wouldn't hurt you for the world."
She giggled. That was a good sign, and even my addled brain recognised that and reduced the rate of my nervously beating heart.
"I'll live! You were a little bit rough, Jon, but then I did ask you to do more than usual. I've probably got a couple of bruises coming, but I won't regret them for an instant! I really felt that you wanted me on a primitive level, and that you weren't holding back, and that's what I had been worrying about! No, I won't want it like that all the time; I really do like being cosseted and spoilt and made love to you, but once in a while, getting a good cave-man fucking is definitely going to be on my to-do list!"
Sheila giggled; it wasn't like Julie to use the F-word, but it was certainly the most appropriate one in this case. I passed my mug to her, and hugged Julie in relief. We kissed gently and gratefully for a few minutes, until Sheila returned with the tea tray.
I finished my second mug of tea and craned my neck to look up at the clock on the mantelpiece. My body said it was much later in the evening than it actually was - only just gone nine. I was ready to go to bed - to sleep!
As Adrian collected the mugs and took them to the sink, I noticed that he had yet another hard-on. His sister spotted it as well - though you could hardly miss it - and gave a theatrical sigh of despair.
"Oh god, Twin, not again! I suppose you want me to take care of it?"
He nodded.
As Sheila gracefully positioned herself over the back of an armchair, she grinned at Julie. It was clear that her confidence had not been permanently dented by the earlier demonstration of 'spit roasting', and that she too had found our exhibition sexually stimulating.
"Julie, do you want to change your mind about putting up with him all summer? The randy little sod is insatiable - see what I have to endure? He's been like this ever since we moved in here. I've been tempted to put bromide in his tea, like they used to do in the Army, to reduce his urges and un-natural desires, but they haven't covered that in lectures yet, and I'd hate to get the dose wrong and make him even worse."
Adrian chuckled as he positioned himself behind her and slowly fed his dick into her.
"You won't be complaining in a minute, darling, you enjoy this just as much as I do!"
The truth of this statement became quite apparent very quickly; despite his hands on her hips to control his thrusting, it was soon very obvious that she was pushing back against him enthusiastically, and the tell-tale pre-orgasmic rosy glow on her deliciously swinging boobs swiftly became evident. With a prolonged moan from her and a series of grunts from him as he ejaculated, they 'took care' of his problem. He leant forward and kissed the side of her neck, running his hands across her chest in an affectionate caress. Then they stood up, faced each other, and kissed on the lips.
"Thanks, darling, now I'll be able to get some beauty sleep."
"Oh yeah, I know. You'll snore your head off until your body wants to use me again, then you'll rudely awaken me, have your wicked way, grunt, and go straight back to sleep afterwards!"
Julie laughed out loud at the sheer cheek of the girl. OUr hostess most certainly did not look as if she had just been used; the glow on her face indicated a very happy bunny who was more than content with what had just happened.
"You've missed one small step out, Sheila!"
"Oh?"
"Yeah, the one where YOU fondle him until his erection wakes him up!"
"Shhhh! He's not supposed to know about that bit!"
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I must have imagined it. Don't take any notice of me, Adrian, I'm just rambling on again."
We all chuckled at the transparency of that remark. Sheila's laugh ended in a genuine yawn, which quickly proved contagious, so we decided that it was indeed bedtime. Julie and I crawled into Sheila's bed, while its normal occupant joined her twin in his.
I managed to stay awake just about long enough to satisfy myself that Julie was now okay after our over-vigorous bout, and to tell her that I loved her, before those earlier exertions claimed their dues, and my eyes closed on me.
I woke up at dawn again, but this morning wrapped round Julie rather than Sheila. I carefully disentangled myself, had a pee, washed my face, and looked into Adrian's room. The twins were still fast asleep, Sheila had one leg over her brother, and her arm over his chest with her boobs squashed against his ribs. They were both relaxed and looked content in their sleep; I bent to pick up the discarded sheet and gently spread it over them for warmth. Then I went back to cuddle Julie, again ensuring that we were covered up. It was surprising quite how much the bedrooms had cooled down overnight, though with the clear sky outside I was pretty sure that the temperature would have got down below the dew point. A few hours of sunshine would quickly warm everything up again.
The next thing I knew was being shaken awake by my girlfriend, who passed me a steaming mug as soon as she judged I was awake enough to hold it.
"What time is it, darling?
"Nine o'clock, sleepy head!"
"Oh god - that late already. Are the Gruesome Twosome up and about yet?"
Julie chuckled at me referring to the twins by the nickname of the scary occupants of the number 2 car in 'Wacky Races'.
"You'd better not let them hear you saying that!"
It was already too late. Sheila, wrapped in a towel with her hair still damp, glared at me from the doorway.
"I did hear it!"
I turned to my 'Dick Dastardly' impersonation.
"Drat, drat and double drat!"
She laughed.
"Nah, that's not going to get you let off. Even if you pretend to be 'Peter Perfec't to Julie's 'Penelope Pitstop' with brains, it ain't going to wash. I always knew that you were 'The Hooded Claw', and last night only proved it!"
I admit it. My impersonation of 'The Hooded Claw's trademark evil cackle was truly appalling. I have no ear for musical pitch, so I can't do accents or impressions of people; despite years of watching Mike Yarwood, I just cannot do it. It was a mistake to try - all that happened was that Adrian called out to ask if I had hurt myself, and the girls just laughed at me!
I got through the bathroom quickly; Julie had already been, and there wasn't a lot of hot water left. Breakfast was cereal and toast; Adrian and I both had three Weetabix and a good spoonful of sugar on top, on the assumption that we'd need the energy.
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