Velvet Memory

He ran his tongue between my pussy lips. My pussy parted as it felt his tongue between the lips of my pussy. My pussy lips opened like butterfly wings as his tongue parted them.

“AHHHhhh John,” I cooed out as he licked at my pussy.

John removed his tongue from at my pussy moving it my other thigh. He teased it with his tongue slowly working his way down my leg. He worked his way kissing and licking back up to my pussy.

I could feel my juices dripping from my hairy pussy as he did. No man had ever used his tongue as John was doing on my legs, thighs and my pussy. His hands went under my thighs as he lifted then pushed my legs back. When he did, I felt my juices running down to my asshole.

“AHHhhhhh JOHN,” I moaned out loudly as I felt his tongue licking between my pussy and my asshole.

His tongue licked at my juices then he licked at my asshole. John pushed my thighs back toward my head exposing more of my asshole for his tongue to lick. I placed my hands just below my thighs and above my knees pulling them back even further giving him move room to lick at my asshole.

His tongue poked at my asshole, then licked at it a few more times. John moved his tongue back up to my pussy and he buried his tongue up inside of it. It felt as if he was licking the inner wall of my pussy with his tongue. My thighs started to shake then pleasure raced through my body.

“AHhh John you’re going to make me orgasm,” I screamed out loudly.

John licked wildly at my pussy as my hands went to the back of his head. I pumped my pussy into his face as I pulled it against my pussy. John started to take his tongue in and out of my pussy.

“AHHHHh JOHN,” I screamed as I closed my thighs around his head as my orgasm came over me.

John just kept digging his tongue at my pussy. My pussy convulsed as I bucked my hips upward as a powerful strong orgasm came over me. It was unlike any that I had ever had. It rocked my whole body and I felt my eyes rolling up into my head.

“JOHN AHHHhhhh,” I screamed out as my pussy left go with a strong powerful squirt.

My juices splashed into his mouth and his face. My whole body shook and trembled as my orgasm went on as my juices flowed from my pussy. John just buried his face at my pussy licking want juices he could and taking the rest against his face. I was lost in my orgasm when I realized I was pulling his face tighter against my pussy. I removed my hands from the back of his head allowing him to take a breath.

I looked down to John to see his face dripping in my juices. I had never squirted that much before in my life. The bed covers were soaked as well as the floor under John. John kissed and licked lightly at my pussy as if he wanted to get the last drop of my juices.

John kissed his way up to my clit. He used his tongue to tease it then he flicked at it. I felt John slipping two fingers into my pussy as he tongued my clit. His finger found my special spot in an instant. John did not rub hard at my special spot with his fingers instead; he massaged it with his fingers.

I was wondering where and who had taught this man his skills. That thought soon left my mind as I felt his mouth engulf my clit. John sucked at it and it felt as if he had wrapped his tongue around it as well. I felt a tingle that started at my feet and raced upward through my body.

My hands went to my tits and I pinched and pulled at my nipples as pleasure once again ran throughout my body. I started to squirm and roll my head from side to side on the bed. This man was pushing all the right buttons on my pussy and clit.

“AHHHH Dam I can‘t hold back JOHN,” I screamed as many multi-orgasms came racing through my body.

My pussy sucked at his fingers as he sucked at my clit. My eyes closed as another squirt came from my pussy. This one was more powerful than the first one. I screamed that I was going to pee as I lost all control of my body. My pussy left go with its juices first followed by two or three powerful streams of pee.

John just buried his face into my pussy taking them both in his face. I felt him kissing at my pussy then slowly licking his way up my body using his tongue to lick as he did. John stopped at my stretch marks once again tracing them with his tongue. I slowly came down from my last orgasm as he did.

I once had men pay me for my services and after what John had just done to me, I felt like I should be paying him. This man knew every erogenous zone on my body as he kissed and licked his way up to my face. His hands had gently lifted my tit and he used his tongue lightly underneath my breasts almost bringing me to another orgasm.

I pulled his face from my tits pulling him on top of me as I parted my legs. His cock throbbed against my pussy as our lips met. I wrapped my arms around his neck kissing him deep and with passion. I felt his hand going between us then his cock against my pussy.

“AHHhhh John,” I moaned breaking our kiss as his cock entered my pussy.

I wrapped my legs up around his back while bucking my hips. I wanted that cock buried deeply in my pussy. John went to kissing me as he slowly fucked me with his cock. It was a slow and steady pace one where I could feel every inch of his cock sliding through my wet pussy.

“Your cock feels lovely, John,” I said to him between our kisses.

John slipped his arms back under my legs and placed them onto his shoulders. His cock never missed a stroke as he did. I closed my eyes as he fucked my pussy deeper and faster. My pussy squeezed at his cock as an orgasm came over me. John buried his cock deeply and he tensed up as his cock throbbed then swelled in my pussy.

“AHHHHHhh KAY,” John yelled.

His cock blasted cum deeply into my pussy. John moved his cock in and out as cum filled my pussy. My own orgasm ended as he was still moving his cock in and out draining more cum from his cock.

I lost all my emotions as I started to cry and sob. I tried to fight the feeling however I could not as tears flowed from my eyes. John looked down at me then he jumped from on top of me, his dick slipping from my wet full pussy.

“Are you OK Kay?” “I did not hurt you did I?” “Tell me you are all right,” John said with a pleading look on my face.

I wrap my arms around his neck still sobbing as I pull myself from the bed. I am staring into his eyes while I fight to stop crying and sobbing. My lips tremble as I try to speak and at first, nothing came from my mouth. John has a look of panic on his face as he stares back into my eyes.

I finally manage to speak as I said, “John no one has ever made that sweet of love to me in my life.”

John wraps me in his arms as he replies, “Then they were all fools or just did not care about your feelings as I do.” Tears fills John’s eyes as he added, “I thought I may have hurt you or something.”

I stare at those tears of his as I replied, “John I am trying real hard not to fall in love with you.” “But you just make it so dam hard not too,” as I wiped his tears from his face.

“I will wait for your love however long it takes,” John said smiling. Then he added, “Kay I am in love with you,” as his eyes shined and sparkled.

“I know John I know,” I replied kissing him gently on the lips.

John holds me as we both regain our composure then we both dress. John walks me into the living room asking me if I would like a glass of wine. I nod my head yes as I watch him walk from the room the man even has a nice walk. I stand there telling myself this man is truly special. However, at the same time that demon voice inside of me is telling me not to fall in love with him.

“You know what will happen if you show this man love,” the voice said to me.

I walked to the charming fireplace and notice that the mantle has photos in frames on it. The first one I saw was a lovely long blonde haired girl in a wedding dress. She is holding hands with a John in a military uniform.

I can tell by their smiles that this was a happy day for them both. I take the picture from the mantle into my hand looking at it closely. The blonde haired girl has the loveliest smile and she is not only beautiful but also very sexy looking. John is standing proud next to her in his dress army greens. His sergeant stripes showing as well as many ribbons and medals adorn his manly chest.

I glance to the other pictures on the mantle. They are all either them together or the blonde haired girl alone. There is one of her in a boat in a bikini her boobs were as big as mine were if not bigger. My body does even begin to compare to hers. She is in another picture holding a big fish and smiling while standing sideways. Her legs are perfect as was her butt. John walks in with two glasses of wine.

I turned with their weeding photo in my hand as I asked, “Is this Carrie?”

“Yes that is her in all of those photos up there,” John replied.

“John she was a beautiful woman much more than I,” I said to him placing their photo back onto the mantle. My eyes went to a case full of medals hanging above the mantle then to John as I asked, “John are those your medals from Vietnam?

“They are Kay,” John replied as the shine and sparkle left his eyes.

“You must have been very brave as only brave men receive medals,” I said as looking to a sign hanging over the medal case.

There is a saying craved deeply in wood with a lovely frame made of branches. A flash catches my eyes as I saw his wedding band hanging from one of the branches. I read the words craved in the wood. Those words John once whispered to me as he held me.

“John you said those words to me once, Hush, hush my love or the creatures of the night will get you,” I said as I wrapped my arms around myself as I suddenly became very cold.

John asked me if I was cold. I shook my head yes that I was. He walked me to the sofa and sat me down handing me my glass of wine. John tells me he will build a fire to take the chill from the air.

I sat there watching him build a fire as I wonder why I had suddenly grown cold. This man has done nothing but warm my heart since the day I met him. John bent down poking at the fire as the eyes of his deceased wife stares into mine from her picture on the mantle.

I hear that voice in me as it said, “You can never replace her.”

My eyes move upward to that sign that hangs on the fireplace. I can find no meaning to it as I read it repeatedly. I stare at John as he pokes at the fire. John turns and he looks at me.

“John what does that sign mean?” I asked. “Please John tell me, you told me that you would keep no secrets from me,” I added.

John walks over to the table beside the sofa. He takes his wine glass as he returns to the fireplace. He looks to the sign then to his medals before he sits his glass of wine upon the mantle.

John turns to me as he said, “There are tissues beside the sofa if you need them.” “The story behind that sign and those words Hush, hush my love or the creatures of the night will get you,” “Started many years ago.” “It’s a story about a girl and a boy who had grown up together from birth.” “The girl’s name was Terri and the boy’s name was John.”

I sat there listening to John tell me his story of growing up in his neighborhood and how their favorite past time was playing war. He told me how the girl next door had been the first love of his life as well as about experimenting with sex with her. John’s eyes sparkled and shined as he talked about how Carrie that girl’s cousin came to live with her. She even joined in on their sex fun. John eyes grew dark and filled with hate as he explained about Paul. He then explained how Terri broke his heart and he blamed everyone but himself.

“I ran away to fight in that war as revenge on people close to me as I blamed them the most for losing Terri,” John said to me.

“John is that the same Terri I saw you with,” I asked.

John shook his head as he went on with his story. He explained how he spent two long years fighting in the jungles of Vietnam. He told me of the three J’s as he showed me the faded tattoo. I reached for the tissue as he explained how they had died and the enemy surrounded him that night as he lie motionless on the jungle floor.

“Those two girls from my neighborhood saved me or stopped me from joining my brothers that day in Vietnam,” John said to me.

He explained he was going to empty his weapon into the enemy. He closed his eyes to say a pray before joining his friends, John told me about Terri and Carrie coming to him in his mind wanting him to join them in their arms by the lake. The girls stopped him or surely, he would have died that day.

“The army decided I needed some time back home,” John said to me as he poked violently at the fire.

On my return home, I read letters from Carrie, which I had never opened the whole time I was there, John explained to me. He told me how she confessed her love for him and feared he would never return home. He explained after reading her letters on his return home, he fell in love with Carrie and she had been in love with him forever. John hung his head down then as he poked at the fire.

I had done a foolish thing before returning home I signed up for another tour,” John said. “I did not know she loved me and that I loved her,” John added.

John told me of the time they spent together before he had to return to Vietnam. How when he returned this time he was taking their happy place with him. A place you hear the gentle lapping of the waves crashing against the shoreline. Where the moon dances on the water, where stars shine bright to many to count.

“When ever I felt lonely or afraid when I returned to Vietnam the second time I had our happy place to take myself to in my mind,” John said to me as I reached for more tissues.

“I got careless one night when out on patrol with three other brave men,” John said as he reached behind the medal case and pulled a letter from behind it.

John unfolded the letter slowly then he read it to me. It was from his lieutenant as he had written to Carrie when John received his wounds. The letter explained what happened that night while he and the others were on patrol. How someone had stepped on a booby trap that killed three and left one fighting for his life. His lieutenant explained to Carrie how John had managed to walk from that jungle to the edge of their fire base even with the serve wounds he had. If not for the love this brave man carries for you in his heart he surely would have died.

“I lie in a hospital bed in Japan in a coma for close to three month lost in my nightmares.” “Carrie never left my side watching over me praying and hoping I would return to her,” John explained to me.

John explained how he did not want to go on living as he blames himself for the men lost during his time in Vietnam. He explained how Carrie helped him to fight the demons he brought home from Vietnam. When he returned home, they were married. We both were happy and in love with each other. He spoke of how his nightmares and flashback stopped as Carrie and I spent our days together at our house on the lake.

“That house Sherri said you liked the one we drove by today.” “The one you asked me if I knew who had built it,” John said to me as he looked into the fire.

“Yes I know which one,” I replied wiping my tears.

John turned to me and with a little smile then sadness he said, ““That was once our happy little home on the lake.”

John spoke to me of seeing big red eyes in the woods to the east of their house. How each time he saw those red eyes piercing through the morning fog or the blackness of night. He would get one of those gut feelings as if something was about to happen.

John explained how they were not eyes but railroad crossing lights. How Carrie and his unborn daughter Melissa lost their lives at that very train crossing we had stopped at today. His eyes filled with tears and he fought them back as he explained how alone and afraid he felt with out Carrie.

“It hurt more because I knew, I could never hold Melissa or Carrie again in my arms,” John said to me.

“I challenged God himself one day standing on our dock shaking my fist at him telling him to take me during a raging thunderstorm.” “He turned me down and I swore there was no god,” John said looking sadly at me.

He explained how seeing his old fishing pole and this photo of Carrie and him holding up their fish together. John handed me a photo from the mantel as he explained about going to fish his way out to California. Just to watch the sunset because Carrie was from there and she had always said I would love them.

John explained how he got lost on his way and how he turned to drugs to deal with the demons that returned after her death. He told me of ghosts not only from Vietnam but of Carrie filled his days and nights. John explained about those three unfortunate bikers would had to face the monster that dwelt in his soul.

“I sat in a hotel bed in California sucking on the barrel of a 45.” “I was going to end it all just to be with Carrie,” John said to me as tears ran from both of us.