Once again, Abby and I got out of bed, and a quick check indicated that we were still alone in the house. Naked, we headed downstairs to the kitchen to fix breakfast for us after all the calories we had expended in the evening, overnight, and earlier in the morning. I wandered around the corner towards the laundry room and what serves as a mud room at the entrance to the side of the house. I unlocked the door, opened it, and stepped part way out the door to look up the slight incline to the swing and table and chairs towards the back right corner of the yard. I couldn't see anything that we might have left outside overnight. It was dramatically cooler than when we came in the previous evening and low, grey clouds hung in the air. I closed the door and locked it.

I had recently started drinking coffee on a regular basis. Abby fixed a pot of coffee for the two of us (note: had I known about coffee enemas way back then, I probably would have tried them). It wasn't an elaborate breakfast we fixed for ourselves (actually, I did most of the cooking); eggs, pan grilled diced potatoes, toast, butter and jelly, and coffee. Abby kidded me about (and admired) my naked cooking skills. I retorted that I sure would like to butter her hot buns. We were a light-hearted couple as we sat down at the table and had a real breakfast together. We put the towels we brought in the previous night on the chairs under us. The conversation matched the mood of the moment and was equally light-hearted.

Abby seemed to be in a reflective mood, too. I asked her what she was thinking about.

"I am imagining what it would be like to wake up with you every morning and what it would be like to have naked breakfasts like this," she said.

"At my house or on campus?" I asked.

"Yes, at your house,"" Abby said.

"It might not always be like this," I replied. She had a puzzled look on her face.

"My son," I said. She acknowledged that she forgot about that. I told her it wasn't that I had anything against nudity in the household as I was frequently naked in the house when he was there and, when he was quite young, it might have been useful to see his mom and dad naked cuddling in the bed together or even in the house together. But that had largely stopped after he was born.

"He didn't seem upset when he came upstairs and found Catie and I together in the bed and at his age that would probably be true for you, too (since he was almost 6 years old). But being overtly sexual in front of him might not be a good idea. He'll eventually know what we're doing in our private time together. I bet you all didn't run around naked in the house on Saturday or Sunday mornings," referring to her parents, her sister, and her brothers.

"No, not really," she said. I told her that I'd only known one family that seemed really comfortable with their own nudism in their home without going into a lot of details.

"But that doesn't rule out us doing something like that. Maybe not when you're 28 and he's 15," I said. She chuckled at that thought image. But age 28 seemed like nearly a lifetime into the future and in many ways it was. Our conversation turned to something else.

We finished breakfast, got up to put our dishes in the dishwasher, and cleaned up the kitchen. I asked again when her dad was planning to return. She indicated that it would probably be around 2:00 - 3:00 PM. We had our choice of eating supper here or going out and we'd decide that later. With everything cleaned up or put in the dishwasher, Abby and I embraced in a long kiss there in the kitchen.

Between kisses, I whispered, that my son wasn't with me every weekend and there was no reason that we could have these special breakfasts together with breakfast desserts served with my own special cream sauce. She smiled at that and said, "show me."

I picked her up and gently set her down on one of the kitchen countertops near the sink. Like so many of the counters of that time, it was a Formica countertop. Fortunately, it had a rounded edge. It had a patterned cream yellow color in contrast to the dark stained wooden cabinets. Once she was seated and I removed my hands from under her, I had her lean back and spread her legs for me, which she draped over my shoulders and down my back as I brought my mouth to her pussy, still draining my previous load of cum.

Abby confided to me how erotic this was being eaten right here in her own kitchen. Catie had told Abby about how much fun she and I had on the countertops in her Chicago apartment kitchen. There was a large window in Catie's kitchen that was over some cabinets and countertop. As much time as we spent in Catie's bed and bathroom, Catie loved to be in front of that window as I fucked her (sometimes bent over the countertops, sometimes sitting on them like Abby was doing now). Abby had fantasized about us (meaning her and I) fucking in this kitchen back in October when we first became intimate, and even moreso during our visit during Thanksgiving. Now that fantasy was being realized.

I reminded her that it was in this kitchen where she almost wouldn't look at me after that first night watching her sister and I on the couch. I didn't dwell on that or belabor the point. Besides, Abby was far too preoccupied by the sweep of my tongue through and around her pussy as I gathered up what cum I could retrieve from inside her. When she and I were both ready for me to enter her, I gently pulled her upright on the counter and told her that she needed more of my special cream sauce.

She was sitting forward on the kitchen countertop with her pussy positioned so that it was hanging out over the edge of the counter. I maneuvered myself so that I could slip my cock into her. She reached down to help guide me in and, once I had slipped into her, leaned back again to enjoy the ride she was about to get.

She knew and I knew from our previous experiences in this position in the hotel rooms that it would usually be most pleasurable for both of us. The intensity of the front wall of her vagina being stimulated by the angle and the pressure that my cock placed in her was matched by the intensity on my glans, the top of the head of my cock, providing most of the intense contact inside her. She knew what this felt like and if it got too intense for her, she would tell me to stop (and change positions).

In the previous chapter I described my first experience with using this type of sexual position with the woman who was my girlfriend at the time and later my wife. As pleasurable as it seemed for her, to take her to the point of passing out was also scary for me. I had never experienced anyone go limp on me like that during intense sexual pleasure. So, I had never again tried to stimulate and drive a woman's response to that point again where she would go completely limp in my arms. Go into a continuous orgasm, yes. Watch as her eyes fluttered and rolled back into her eye sockets, yes. Have her go limp on me as a dead weight, no. As I also noted, the intensity could also be too much for some women (or for some woman, if they were sufficiently in the mood to "go there," maybe at certain times of the month).

The good news for me was that I had already cum in Abby a couple of times throughout the morning and this (usually) meant that my time to orgasm tended to be extended. Abby had little work to do to enjoy the ride, it was all my thrusting; the pace, the angle, the depth. Thankfully, my core muscles were strong and toned. Months of skiing and working out made this, in many ways, easier than skiing down some the longer and more gnarly ski slopes I had been skiing on all spring.

I watched Abby as I continued a steady pace of stroking into her. From my view, I not only saw my cock sliding in and out of her, I could watch as each stroke rippled through her body and made her breasts bounce and jiggle with each stroke. Her nipples were erect and looked so inviting to take them into my mouth and suck them. I could have Abby lean back so that I could suck them while trying to maintain the proper angle. But I preferred to watch just the way we were, for the best view and the best indicator of where we were and how things were feeling were shown in Abby's face.

Despite not using this position this frequently, I had learned the waypoints. Abby had transitioned from the initial reaction to my entry, where she would usually have distinct orgasms of varying intensity, to the point where, if she wasn't having a continuous orgasm (yet), there was an intense feeling radiating out from an area inside her. She described it as if there was a hum radiating from that area inside her (she told me she had a similar experience with our anal sex, but that location inside her was different but similarly intense). I could tell she had reached that transition by watching her face. Her eyes were often closed, she had a slight smile on her face, and she would often gently bite her lower lip.

After a few minutes in this state, she transitioned to the next phase. There was a little smile, though her face took on the look of inward concentration. Her eyes closed, her mouth opened slightly, and she was breathing short, shallow breaths. Her breathing would become deeper, louder, and faster as her body and brain called for more oxygen in response to what she was feeling and if I listened carefully, I could hear the softest "Oh!" with each breath. The color of her eyelids just began to change to create a natural eye shadow.

Most times, when we reached this point, she might be (only vaguely) aware that my cock was enlarging / engorging towards orgasm. The intensity from the head of my cock rubbing over that same area near her cervix created for me a tingling sensation that spread down the length of my cock and through my balls. It meant that I only had another couple of minutes before I shot my load of cum into her.

In addition to my own stroking action, that intense rubbing across the top of my glans would also raise my own heart rate even further. I had discovered that years earlier before I had become sexually active when standing in a shower with an intense stream of water shooting onto the head of my penis. The intensity of the sensation was different from sliding my cock along the front wall of Abby's pussy, yet it produced similar heartbeat raising results.

Abby's eyes were unfocused when she did occasionally open them and look towards me. In fact, she wasn't really looking at me so much as her eyes were looking upwards. The upward thrusting was having the desired effect on both of us. Abby was loosely hanging on to me as I stroked in and out of her. I was holding her more firmly so that she wouldn't just flop over if she did pass out from the stimulation.

As if I needed to give Abby another reason to become even more sexually excited, I asked her if she was ready for me to cum inside her. She quietly answered with an MMMmmm between strokes and her breathing. At her stage of arousal, I figured her ability to coherently tell me what she wanted was pretty limited and I knew that I would have to provide the verbal imagery for her. I continued to slide in and out of her at a smooth and steady pace.

In recent years, certain hentai are drawn as if one's cock can enter and pass through the opening of the cervix. But my anatomy classes told me otherwise. Still, feeling Abby's cervix as I slid the head of my cock over and beyond it was pretty intense for both of us.

I started telling Abby how I was going to fill her, knowing that she not only loved the thought of being filled with my cum, but actually knowing and feeling being filled and holding it inside her. I suspected that deep down inside, she might have been like her sister who, as it turned out, loved to be filled vaginally and/or anally with guy's cum. Abby was certainly curious about the adventures that Catie and I had shared even if she wasn't ready to take that plunge with me, quite yet.

I played on the idea from the night before, when she was leaning back away from me and I started telling her that although my cock couldn't pass through her cervix and fully wrap around me cock to deliver a full load of my cum directly into her womb, I would do the next best thing...that when I was cumming in her, I would have the opening of my cock firmly planted at her cervix so that I would squirt as much of my cum into her womb as I could.

I think that registered for her because she started occasionally whispering "fill me." I started focusing on the sensation of the head of my cock and feeling the little knob inside that was her cervix. What I liked about the sensation was the way it felt as the top edge of my glans passed by it, and then feeling the her cervix over a short distance along the top of my cock as the tip plunged further into the end of Abby's vagina. I leaned her back slightly more and was taking note of where and how deep into Abby I should be to cum in her the way I was telling her.

With this upward thrusting, I was getting me quite warm and sweaty. Once again I was thankful that all the skiing I had done throughout the winter and spring and the way it had given my quads and glutes the strength and endurance to be making love with Abby this way. There was a certain timelessness to making love with Abby this way, where the sensation building to my orgasm was happening both quickly and slowly at the same time. I don't know how else to describe it. It was different than being on the edge of orgasm.

I had become cumpletely focused on Abby, holding her up and in position as I thrusted up into her. I was getting both of us ready to position my cock inside her against her cervix. I kept telling her how close I was getting and to get ready for my seed to go deep inside her. I told her that I wouldn't plunge deep into her like I usually did, that I would lean her back and hold her so that I could shoot as much of my cum into her womb as I could and that it would only be after I had shot nearly all my cum into her that I would push all the way in to allow the top of my cock to seal the opening to her cervix.

My strokes into Abby slowed to very deliberate strokes to countdown to when I was was cumming.

"I am so close," I whispered to Abby even though she and I were the only ones in the house. "Mmmm" was her response. Her eyes were closed and she had this beautiful, dreamy smile on her face.

"Ten," I said as I began the countdown to my cumming inside her. My strokes were now long and slow. Maybe once every three to four seconds.

"Nine, eight, seven," I slowly counted down backwards every three to four seconds. I was slowly leaning her back a little more with each stroke. The pressure on the tip of my cock was even more intense. I knew this was it!

"Six, five, four," I said with each long, slow stroke.

"Three Are you ready for me to cum?" i asked. All I got back was a moan.

"Two." I knew I was committed now, there was no turning back from this edge, this sensation. Nothing was going to stop me from cumming.

"One." I pulled my cock downward from the way I was holding Abby on the counter and then slowly pushed my cock upward into her. It was so difficult to hold back my natural instinct to push my cock all the way into her as deeply as I could.

"Here I cum," I said quietly. I knew how far I was trying to push in and then hold my cock inside her. It felt like I had "engaged" Abby's cervix. Abby's head tilted back, her mouth open, and she brought her hands to her cheeks (relying on me to hold her up).

"Fill me," was all I heard as she began to quiver and shake.

It was just a guess, of course, whether the tip of my cock was really placed against her cervix and whether the slit at the tip of my cock was lined up with the central opening of her cervix. But to me, it felt like the tip was where we wanted it to be as that first big pulse of cum came firing out of my cock into Abby. It would have been easy for me to close my eyes and just feel each pulse fire into Abby. But in that moment of pure pleasure, I remembered to look at her, to watch her, as I was filling her. She wasn't looking at me, her head and her eyes rolled back taking each squirt. "Oh, this was a big one," I remember thinking .

I think I became aware of the sound of the side door opening before Abby did. It was somewhere after I had fired the third or fourth pulse of cum into Abby. But the door was definitely being unlocked (I could hear the keys) and then opened. This was one of those situations where (after the fact) one can become acutely aware of the speed of thought.

As it registered that someone was entering the house through the side door, there was that moment of adrenaline rush that I could identify as the fright or flight reaction. Imbedded in that was "being caught in the act." But it was more than just being caught. It was being caught with Abby on the kitchen counter, my cock inside her, and filling her with my cum. For me, there was an instantaneous flashback to a summer afternoon many years earlier where I was in bed with a friend of mine and her dad came home early. He wasn't happy about me being in bed with his daughter, but we were both adults (I was 19 going on 20 and she had just turned 20) home during summer break. That flashback came and went in a moment. But, it also had me think in that moment that maybe Abby's dad had come home earlier than he told Abby and now he was going to see Abby and I coupled in the kitchen on the countertop.

That thought was also a fleeting one because, surely, he knew what Abby and I were doing. Just not necessarily how or where. All of these thoughts were leading to my next thought (and action): I am not pulling out of Abby. I was cumming in her and I would keep cumming in her until cumpletion. By this time Abby was becoming aware of the door being opened. Not startled, per se. But certainly aware. By this time I had already gone through this rapid mental process and wasn't pulling out of Abby.

"Stay with me," was all I said to her. In that moment, she seemed to relax and continued to take in my cum. As she told me later, those words and the fact that I wasn't panicked or pulling out of her, and didn't pull out of her because we were about to be caught, were meaningful to her and there was no shame in beingcaught or otherwise discovered while being intimately entwined with each other.

Of course, I wanted to know who was coming through the door because, in a moment, they would come around the corner and see Abby on the counter, me standing between her legs, and would likely surmise that my cock was inside her. They might even be able to tell that I was cumming inside her or that she was cumming (though their entry into the kitchen did diminish the intensity of our orgasms, if only for a moment). But I had just Abby to "stay with me" and I was intent on staying in and with her as the spurts kept cumming. There was a quick rundown in my head as to who else might be unlocking the door and entering the house. The immediately obvious people besides Abby's dad were Abby's brothers.

It didn't take but a moment to know who had entered the house.

"Is that all you (guys) do?...Is fuck?"

I recognized that female voice without looking back. I was relieved to hear her voice. It was Peter's girlfriend and she and Peter had returned to the house this Sunday morning.

"No. But we're really good at it," I said. I'm sure it came out as a rather snarky response because this was the second time they had walked in on Abby and I in the past two days. Abby giggled at my reply. And with that, I continued to cum inside Abby while trying to hold my cock at the entrance to her cervix. Like I said earlier, I knew this was a big orgasm and I kept cumming over the next 30 to 45 seconds with the pace of each contraction.

I don't know what Peter and Trish were doing standing behind us because they certainly weren't moving as far as I could tell. I thought about that later on; whether I would have excused myself and moved on or if I would have stood there and admired just how erotic, sensuous, and loving the scene might have been. As my spurts subsided both in strength and frequency, I quietly told Abby that I was going to press the rest of the way inside her and seal her cervix as I had promised earlier. She leaned back further and wrapped her legs around my hips as I pressed my cock all the way into her. As I did, I quietly told Abby "I love you."

The whole action of pressing my cock into Abby, my pubic bone pressed tightly against hers, and the words "I love you" triggered Abby into another orgasm as I held her close to me. It wasn't a loud, screaming orgasm. But there was no doubt that she was experiencing one if you were observing her shaking and quivering, slightly contorting her body to feel me inside her, her breathing, and the way she clutched my body. It was a good way for her to end this session. As her orgasm subsided, she replied, "I love you, too."

I still wasn't sure what Peter and Trish were doing behind us. I knew they hadn't really moved. I heard the sounds of heavier breathing and, perhaps, the sound of fabric being rubbed or moved. It wasn't until I helped Abby sit upright on the counter (my cock was still inside her) and Abby could look at them directly that they decided to move.

"We're going to let you two lovebirds finish up. Come up and see us when you're done," Trish said. With that, they headed past us to the living room (my first clear sight of the two of them), up the stairs, and to Peter's bedroom. Abby and I just smiled and giggled at what had just happened.

"Well, at least Peter didn't spray us this time," I said to Abby.

In a few minutes, we could hear the animal fucking going on upstairs above us. In the meantime, it was a gentle, close, and intimate time between Abby and I. Listening to the sounds upstairs helped keep me relatively hard inside Abby's pussy as I stood there between her legs wrapped around my hips.

"Did you like that?" I asked. She did. She told me that there were times that the sensations of rubbing over her cervix were almost too intense. The G-spot was great and then the "pain" of my cock rubbing over her cervix.

"Why didn't you tell me to stop?" I asked. She explained it didn't hurt so much as it was just really, really intensely sensitive.

"And then it started to feel really good and I didn't want you to stop," she said. We heard another yell from upstairs.

"Sounds like they're having a really good time, too," I said. I wasn't going completely soft after cumming in Abby as I stood there with my cock still sealing her pussy and, in theory, her cervix. Abby guessed (correctly) that there might be another round for us in the kitchen while Peter and Trish were upstairs fucking away.

"I think my pussy needs a rest for a few minutes," Abby said. "I still feel pretty sensitive in there."

"I don't doubt it. I shot a really big load into you. If I got positioned the way I think I did, most of my cum is in your womb and will dripping out of you for hours." I was speaking from experience because the first time my wife went (officially) into baby-making mode, the sexual position we used when I was cumming inside of her would have had the tip of my cock pretty much pressed against her cervix. It was a huge cum load I shot into her and she was dripping my cum into her panties hours after I had cum in her (a fact, I found out later, which she shared with her sisters and her cousins at the family party that we were attending. Two months later, she was confirmed to be pregnant).

"You're not trying to get me pregnant, are you?" Abby asked as a play on the question I had asked earlier.

"No, my love. Not yet," I said to Abby. She smiled at that.

"Right now, it's great practice for the time when you are ready to get pregnant." I almost said "get pregnant with our child." I realized that there was no certainty that we'd ever get to that point where it was an intentional choice for her and I. Maybe, I was thinking, after she had graduated from college and if we still wanted each other, that would be a time to choose together. I paused before adding "Remember, what I've offered to you in case you do get pregnant with our child." She nodded her head in acknowledgement. I held Abby close. We had come a long ways since Catie's death. Still, I felt some guilt about that.

More sounds of sex upstairs.

"I think we inspired them," I said.

"Remember, we do look good together," Abby replied, referring to our experience on the beach at Rooster Rock. I asked if Abby was interested in another round before we went upstairs to see what Peter and Trish wanted with us. She told me she was still feeling sensitive in her pussy and that she thought it would be helpful if I slipped out of her.

"How about anally?" I asked. Abby's eyes lit up.

"Yes! Go upstairs and get the camera, the tripod and the lubricant. I want a video of us fucking in the kitchen," Abby said.