A Constant Hunger

A Constant Hunger
A sequel to 'Find Me, Please'
Gemma heard his footfalls outside the child's room and looked up from feeding her boy, the blue and white breast-feeding top open at the neck line and exposing her heavy breasts and deep cleavage. Jonno suckled greedily upon her, his mouth wrapped around her nipple and a small hand raised to touch her skin then fall away again.
'Hi,' she smiled, 'come in. My boy's busy...'
There was an intensity in Stan's gaze upon her, and the child, that she understood. It made her feel weak and often lost in finding the right words to tell him what it meant for her to be doing this before him.
'That looks so beautiful,' he said his voice low and surprisingly tender. The gruff man, with his softly lined face and greying hair, whose bulk dwarfed her, had a softer side to his character.
Gemma felt Stan's touch to her face as she bent to look lovingly at the child. She shivered as Stan's fingertips brushed over her skin before they caressed the child's cheek.
'Only I know that you are Jonno's father,' she smiled over trembling lips. 'I see your love for him too...not so much in Jake's. He shares so little in all that I have to do for him...'
'And he needs a good clip around his ears...' Stan growled on hearing how his son behaved towards them.
He gloried in the sight of the young woman, the riot of her long sandy blonde hair he was unused to seeing tied back in a plaited ponytail. Gemma slowly stood up and put Jonno over her shoulder and rubbed the child's back to burp him. The breast that the child had suckled on hung free, open to Stan's gaze, the nipple rosy and glistening. Motherhood leant her a singular beauty to his appraising eyes.
'No, don't do or say anything, please? It's enough for me that you come to visit us, Betty too...' she whispered, looking anxiously towards the nursery's door. 'I thought she'd stay with us...that we could all be together while he slept?'
Stan stood behind her and she felt his hand con her shoulder.
'She said that there was some shopping to do...would call back later. She doesn't know that I've finished the small repair job Jake asked me to do for him. The lights in the kitchen work again...on the two-way switch.' Stan embraced her, breathed in her warmth, what he remembered of Betty when she had nursed their kids. What he had again witnessed had a particular poignancy and it wasn't lost on Gemma either. 'We have a little time to ourselves.'
The words of explanation came in a rush and disconcerted her for their intensity.
Gemma straightened up as the child lay in its cot, already asleep. She had pushed her breast back under the thin cotton fabric of her top and the cup of her nursing bra. She did not keep Stan from embracing her. She clenched his hands; kept them to her body.
'I thought these feelings would end,' she sighed,; turning her head to meet his kiss, then another. She felt the strength in his arms, the press of him through the front of Stan's jeans. She was gaziantep escort telefonları bewildered by his state of arousal and what he would seek of her to relieve it. 'But I feel that they've...they've only gotten stronger!'
They exchanged a flurry of kisses, Gemma hesitant to fully concede.
'Yes, I can't keep that a secret from you...'
She tore free and rushed out onto the landing, felt him restrain her and put both his hands to her breasts. The fingers of one hand soon pressed into the fabric of her swaying skirt, between her legs, before his hand cupped her mound.
'Stan...Stan...this is crazy! We can't...we've spoken of this before...'
'I haven't been able to switch off my memories of what we did...to make it all happen for you.'
She shivered, felt the rush of aberrant longing for him. She'd slept with both men, but she knew, however, who the father of her longed-for child truly was, a lustful man whom she had kept at arm's length, cruelly so, but that had been the arrangement that they had reached so long ago.
'In spite of what you think, I have those memories too...'
'Help me with them...the crazy feelings...let me love with you again, it's been a while?' he asked, his breaths on her throat as she lifted her head to meet these claims upon her. She shivered and felt the gush of expectancy wet her skin; pushed her hips forward to meet these claims upon her body.
'Here...out here on the landing?' she gasped in dismay, as she felt his hands pull on her skirt then brush over the warm skin of her thighs until his fingers found her.
'Yes...there's no time or place for anything else!'
His fingers had drawn aside her thong and she felt his touches brush the spiral of hair on her crack, then slowly enter in seducing slicked claims. Her body felt on fire, she knew only too well the frenzy that he brought to his taking of her. She could only focus on him, now that his kisses and clever hands had broken down her resolve not to concede.
'You're wild...so passionate...so eager!'
Her hands clamped on his jeans, before she felt him fumble to unzip them. Clenching his wrist they moved to ease his erect, straining, flesh out of his briefs and to have her touch it.
Stan's hands gripped her shoulders, and she was made to turn. Gemma felt her feet being pushed apart in small sideways steps before the thrill of his caressing touches to her thighs as he lifted the skirt up to her waist once more. There was the urgent tugging aside of her thong as he opened the way to her soft and moist flesh.
His fingers stroked and probed her expertly; there was no fumbling. Gemma trembled as he pulled on coarse hair, at her slit, as she was made to lean forward and sensed a moment's hesitation before she felt the tingle of Stan thrusting into her...purposely slow and deep, his belly rubbing her buttocks and his thrusts seeming to lift her off the floor.
'Stan...Stan!' she yelped, escort gaziantep telefonları 'you wild man!'
'Wow! Wow!' he grunted in his efforts of claiming her. 'Stop that!'
Her nails stroked and pressed his belly as Stan bumped her.
'No!' she yelled in reply even as she felt the first shudder of a climax course through her body. Impossible...and so soon!
His movements went deeper and for longer, until his thrusts and sway of hips became so purposeful, rhythmic and so pleasurably questing that she gripped and kept him in her, all restraint forsaken.
She quivered out of longing and continuing fear of all that they had embarked upon, the risk of Betty returning and being caught.
'Crazy! This is crazy...so utterly crazy!' she yelped, meeting his taking of her as if in a dance.
She felt the rise of another approaching climax and conceded to all that he sought of her. Stan continued in his possession of her as if she could take all that he had to give and encouraged in him.
What a frenzy; what control he had! How could he have kept all of this from her for so long? She had often met his stilled looks upon her when they were in company and had known what was, again, at work in him. When Jake sought her, she thought of two men making love to her and the images of them merging.
She was obliged to lean over, her legs spread and a lustful man standing between them. It was a gross posture of submission to his hunger for an impulse fuck, but she no longer cared. He bumped against her. She pushed back, the rhythm of their claims upon each other's flesh unrelenting.
Had time stood still? For how many minutes had this been happening?
Stan would soon succeed in bringing her to another shattering orgasm, his fierce clamp on her blouse, the tumble of her aching milk filled breasts painful and yet wildly wanton.
'Gemma!' He cried out. 'We can do this...and we can do it together!'
'Stan!' she couldn't keep from screaming out now, in reply, their breaths halting and expressive of their rush to a shared fulfilment.. 'This is crazy...crazy...crazy loving! Stan! Stop...stop, please! That's enough...enough now!'
Her cries seemed only to excite him more. She saw that hooded and faraway gaze in his eyes as she looked behind her and reached back to touch his belly, to tug again on downy hair.
Stan held her; kept her from pulling away. He pounded furiously in this wild act of possession and discovery within her, until...until she heard loud gasps of delayed and approaching rapture.
'This...it's so...so...special!' he groaned, pressing his lips against her throat to stifle his louder cries of fulfilment that soon echoed hers.
'Finish it...finish it with me!'
Gemma sought to push on his hips and quivered as she did so, on feeling the leap of Stan's flesh and the clamp of his hands to her belly to keep her to him. She heard the hitch in his breaths before there came the first gaziantep escort bayan telefonları tingling spurt, then Stan's clammy liquid warmth on the skin of her thighs. Once...twice...even a third time.
Oh, how he had found her!
Trembling, she clamped her legs on him for a last lingering caress and touch. Stan continued, but now in languid movements against her, his hands on her belly and then on her clammy warmth. His fingers brushed up and spread to her hips in a slow rhythm of ebbing pleasure. He kept from claiming her breasts, knew that to squeeze on them would provoke her milk to flow.
'Stop...stop...stop now, Stan, please?' she couldn't help but moan. How could he have kept away from her when she had smiled in acknowledgement of his looks upon her. What emotion lay behind those eyes?
His taking of her had felt wildly unreal and sublimely pleasurable. His longing for her soon faded away and she shivered on feeling him withdraw from her body.
She clamped on his hands as he embraced her, after she had clothed herself once more.
'Forgive me, lass...'
Gemma heard the contrition in his voice.
'I...I wanted you too, but we can't go on like this...you darling man. What you've done for me ties me to you...but we can't love like this. We have had our moments together...'
He embraced her trembling body like any man, a proven lover, would do in the afterglow and heat of the moment. She half turned in his embrace and stared up at him. She then met a deep open-mouthed kiss that she simply had to tear her mouth away from.
It had begun to feel only too real, a sense of languor overwhelmed her.
It had been so wanton, so utterly crazy and wanton. It had been an impulse fuck that shamed her, that had pleased her beyond imagining for its frightening intensity and for its spontaneity. She had known again of the lustful purpose of a man she had been drawn to, a man whose seed had helped to make her child, the idea first dripped into her mind by Jake. It had gone way beyond Stan being a donor. He'd taken to pegging her, and she had found herself emotionally bound to him, in ways that went way beyond the boundaries of a woman and father-in-law's relationship.
How was she to live with the memory of what they had done?
'Gemma...oh, Gemma,' Stan breathed in gratitude. 'You've...you've made me feel so good.'
His hands caressed her, and she continued to feel a palpable sense of longing. She clenched her fingers with his and pressed Stan's strong hands to her tender breasts. He took one of her hands and guided it to his still firm flesh.
'We don't do this again, Stan,' she now whispered in abject dismay for having to even say it. 'We can't...we just can't. I'll have nowhere to go with my thoughts of you and what we have done...again, just now.'
They heard the insistent buzzing of the doorbell. It was followed by the soft wail of Jonno, the sound waking him. Betty's dismay that Jonno had been conceived, against the odds, had informed her in their dealings with each other.
'I love you, girl...in my own ways.'
'I know...I felt that again for you, just now.' She rose to kiss him and felt the slow nod of his head as they did so before easing out of their embrace. 'It's our secret...and the hunger lives on.'
'In you!' Gemma retorted.
She ran into Jonno's room as Stan thumped down the stairs to answer the door.
It would be okay...
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