But she was a hot fuck that was for sure.
Miriam closed her eyes again. She squeezed down with her pussy muscles. She felt the big, heavy prick running in and out of her cunt. He didn't have Paul's smooth technique yet, but he would do. Oh, yes, he would certainly – do. Besides, she might have forgotten over such a big period of time.
The chest felt the same, hard and muscular. His butt was just as firm and round. His balls slapped at her asshole when he fucked his prick into her, and it all felt very close to the same. Now, if he could just hose his cum into her and knock her up, then a kind of circle would have been gone around. A crazy circle. But there was a certain completeness to it.
"Ohhhhh, God," she cried tightly, lifting her hips, snaking her sucking pussy up around his spearing prick, drawing it back into the depths of her body. "Ohhh, it feels so good to get fucked again!"
Her hands went all up and down his back, around his shoulders, squeezing the muscled flesh. She felt his butt cheeks, digging her fingers into the firm buns, running them up and down his ass crack. She pressed on his asshole with one of them, screwing it around as if trying to fuck his butt with it.
All the while, her thighs swept up and down the outsides of his as she rocked back and forth on the small of her back, sucking and milking at his prick.
Frank didn't know what to make of her. At first he thought she was nuts. Now he wasn't sure. There seemed something almost desperate about the way she was twisting under him and feeling him all over, as if trying to draw some kind of essence from his body.
She sure was a hot one, he knew that. If he hadn't already blown his wad up Sandy's ass, he'd have lost his nuts in the captain's pussy long before now. Her cunt was fantastic. Whoever it was she kept babbling about who used to fuck her was sure a lucky guy. A little dumb, too, for giving her up. She wanted him back real badly – badly enough she was pretending he was the guy. Frank wasn't too young to figure that one out.
"Ah!" she cried sharply, her eyes staring wide. He glanced at her. She was lost back in time somewhere again, he could see it on her face. He felt her lift her pussy up around his cock and milk it.
Some little mouth in the back of her shivering tunnel nipped at the head of his prick and drove him wild. Her fingertip stopped circling his asshole, stiffened, and plunged right in. He felt his cock stretch at least two inches deeper into her cunt as he opened his mouth and yelled and blew his wad.
"Yaaaagh!" he bellowed, spurting and hosing like a green kid with no control at all.
"Yes! Fuck me! Paul, fill my pussy! Oh, God, why did you ever stop! You shouldn't have stopped! I had your son! Aaaaargh!"
She shuddered and pulsed, thrashing wildly under the strong young body covering her. She felt the length of hard cock fucking inside her pussy, reaching for the back of her tunnel to hose it down and spurt cum up into the deepest recesses of her womb.
She nearly blacked out from the intensity of it. The room buzzed, and strange lights danced before her eyes. She even saw a vision of him, bending over, looking down into her face, speaking her name, and the vision even had his voice to go with it.
"Miriam? Miriam? My God, it is you! What son, Miriam? What did you say about my son? Miriam?"
The vision danced before her eyes. It wouldn't go away. It became clearer, more focused, more real. She blinked several times. It wasn't Frank. Frank had his head buried in her shoulder, as if hiding from this man who had intruded into her bedroom at just the wrong moment.
"Who are you!" she cried frantically. "How dare you came in here! Get out, get out!"
"The girl said you left orders for me to come in, Miriam. I didn't know – I didn't realize Captain Garner would be… Miriam, it's Paul Thomas – Vera's father. God, Miriam, don't you remember me?"
She looked at him. She stared at him. Her mind jumped forward eighteen years, and there was no mistaking him.
"Don't I remember you?" she choked. Her eyes blurred with tears. "Remember you? Oh God, Paul!"
She flung her arms toward him, open, beckoning, somehow rolling out from under Frank as if he didn't exist any more. Frank didn't look up. He was totally embarrassed, a little scared, too. He knew one thing. This must be the dude she was trying to recapture with him. He lay on the bed on his side, his face turned away. He wished he could vanish in a puff of smoke or something.
Then it came to him. The guy had said he was Vera's father. Holy shit, did that mean. He dared to look. As he feared, she was standing there in the doorway in her ed shorts. He grinned sheepishly at her. She didn't seem mad, though. In fact, she kept looking from him to the guy hugging the hell out of the captain and back again, the damndest expression on her face.
Then she came around, the other side of the bed – his side – very slowly. It looked like she was floating instead of walking. She knell down and put both her hands on his face, looking right into his eyes. He knew his mouth was hanging open, but he couldn't close it.
Her face came next to his. Her soft lips puckered and touched his in a butterfly's kiss. "Fuck me, Frank?" she whispered oddly. "I want you to fuck me now. Oh, I want you to!" She mashed her lips against his then, pressing his hand against her firm tit, reaching for his cum-slick cock at the same time, pulling on it, trying to make it hard.
Miriam must have overheard. She broke it up with the guy and started half yelling. "No! Vera, no – you can't! Not with him! Not with Frank! You can't let him fuck you! Not in your pussy!"
Paul lifted his head and looked at the boy's face for the first time. Frank looked back. They stared at each other. Vera watched them. Miriam looked around the circle, watching awareness dawn. The two men looked at each other as if they'd each encountered his first mirror and the curious image in it.
"You gave me a son," Paul choked finally. "Miriam, that's what you said when-when…"
"When I was, coming."
"I looked for you, Miriam. I looked and looked. I don't know why I said those things and walked out that day. I went back, and you were gone. I didn't realize how much you meant to me. But you'd gone. You disappeared. I looked for years, and I couldn't find you."
"I was pregnant. Paul. And ashamed. I hid. I – we had a son, Paul. Some people took him. Good people."
The two men were still staring at each other. "Holy shit," Frank said after a moment. Very softly. He looked at the woman he'd just fucked. "Oh, holy shit – Mom?"
Miriam's eyes brimmed. She bit her lower lip and nodded, making a sound that was half choke, half giggle.
"Him?" Paul blurted, looking from Frank to Miriam, shaking his head. "Of course, him – I'd recognize me anywhere. But you were just… you and he…"
"We were fucking? Yes, Paul. I fucked my son – our son. Oh, darling, it's a long story."
"See, Daddy?" Vera said. "We're not the only ones. Want to fuck me again?"
"Again?" Miriam questioned, smirking. "It's another long story," Paul said meekly. "Maybe we can tell them to each other, Paul?"
"I'd love that. Oh, Miriam, you were the only one that meant anything to me!"
Vera leaned over. "Fuck her, Daddy?" She looked at Miriam. "Fuck each [missing text]. Quickly make each other happy, while Frank and I [missing text]."
"You can't!" Miriam said again. "Don't you understand, Vera? Frank's your brother!"
"Half brother, Captain. A guy named Frank Cobb. The only guy I ever felt anything for, besides my daddy and I won't say anything about the rest of it if you don't. I mean, he's not your half son." She grinned. "Move over, Captain. Since there's only one bed here, we're going to have to share it."
She came onto the bed on her back, lying beside Miriam. She looked into her father's eyes, then into Frank's. She opened her legs and took Frank's prick in her hand and pulled him to her.