Farewell

TITLE: Farewell

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Veronica Mars

SHIP: Veronica / Duncan

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: A couple, Season 2.

UNIVERSE: As per cannon.

SYNOPSIS: Events have conspired so that Duncan has to leave Neptune, permanently and he and Veronica say farewell in a special way.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Veronica Mars. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to their creators. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: This is my first Veronica Mars fic. I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com

Their plans were set and their time together was almost up. Once things were set in motion, everything would change. Veronica closed her eyes and took deep, slow breaths, focusing on the rise and fall of her chest as the early morning sun filtered through her half-open blinds, warming her face in stripes as she lay on her bed.

She would give almost anything to not have to go through with what she and Duncan had planned, but after working all the angles, pursuing every possible avenue, they were out of choices. A, promise had been made and this was the consequence. She rolled onto her side and dragged her pillow over her head. It was too early to get up, but she knew there would be no more sleep for her, there hadn't been much the night before anyway. This was the last day she would spend with Duncan, before; for all intents and purposes he would be gone from her life. She kind of wished she had left some last minute preparations to keep her occupied today, but everything was in place.

Veronica reached for her cell and after only a moments hesitation, called Duncan, He answered immediately, not sounding in the least bit sleepy. "You couldn't sleep either?" she enquired in greeting. "Nope. You should have spent the night. It would have been... easier." He admitted. "It would've, but we can't afford my dad's scrutiny right now and it just wouldn't fit with the picture we've been painting for the last couple of days would it?" She sighed and he echoed her. Veronica gnawed at her lower lip, running a hand through her sleep-tussled blonde hair. "Duncan... Could we... one last time... I..." she asked hesitantly, knowing it was selfish, knowing that it wasn't the best idea, knowing it would not lessen the pain of the dull ache she was already starting to feel inside, but yet unable not to ask. "Yes." He replied earnestly before she could even complete framing the question.

With, everything that had happened, they had not been lovers long enough and it was a regret they were both well aware of. Things could have been so very different, but they weren't, if only they had more time, if only... so many what ifs and if only. They made quick, but elaborately safe plans to meet at an out-of-the-way motel, an hour out of Neptune. He wanted to take her to a fancy hotel, but it was just too risky. "Where doesn't matter, Duncan, just, that it's you and me." She informed him. "I'll see you a little after noon." He agreed. "Veronica, I love you." He told her, slow, deliberate and with sincerity beaming in every word. "I love you too, Duncan." She affirmed with the same intensity, blinking as she felt the tears she had been so carefully holding back well at the edges of her eyes and disconnected the call. She put the phone down and dashed the moisture from her eyes with her knuckles, once again breathing deep and once again tapping into her reserve of self-control to quieten and steel herself.

She heard her father rummaging around in their kitchen, singing to himself, as usual, a little louder than he thought, but just as off key. Veronica got up and headed for the bathroom. The lack of hot water in the shower didn't even bother her. She brushed her teeth and practiced slapping a smile she didn't feel on her face, finding that right mix of cheerful, but not too happy that seemed to reach her eyes and that would fool Keith Mars, at least in passing. She dressed quickly, slipping on a pale pink, lacy, strapless bra and panty set. She had bought them after she had decided that she wanted to have a more physical relationship with Duncan, but she hadn't worn them until now. They were more decorative than functional, not that she needed much in the way of support, but they were perfect for their rendezvous and she wouldn't wear them again or if not now, ever, anyway. Her outfit was simple and unremarkable, a plain pink t-shirt and jeans with sneakers. She grabbed her denim jacket and purse. She hesitated for a moment and then dug into the drawer of her nightstand and dropped a small tube of lubricant into her purse. She wanted to remember this afternoon for the rest of her life and she had thought of a way to ensure that, she just hoped she had the nerve to go through with it and that Duncan would go along with it too.

She greeted her father with easy, if feigned, enthusiasm as he scooped scramble eggs and bacon onto a plate for her. She went into the refrigerator and got the orange juice, pouring them each a glass as they settled around the small kitchen table. They talked of all the everyday happenings in Neptune, her father carefully avoiding any topics of substance. Veronica regaled him with the yarn of how busy her day would be with errands and studies, using the latter to say that she would be at the library for a couple of hours after noon and her cell phone would probably be off. He nodded, unable to say anything around a mouthful of his breakfast. They finished eating and Veronica quickly did the dishes while her father leafed through the newspaper. She gave him a peck on the cheek and a quick hug before she left, telling him to take the steaks out of the freezer to defrost for dinner, earning her a grunt of understanding.

The next couple of days were going to be hard on Keith Mars. She didn't like deceiving her father, much less using and duping him at the same time, but the plan wouldn't work without him as part of the ploy. She slipped into her car and clicked her seatbelt in place. She had about three hours to kill, they should have made their meeting earlier, but their circuitous routes to get to the motel required that they be seen at various places and not together. She went to the mall to pick up assorted odds and ends that would establish a shopping errand. If anyone truly investigated the time line would be all wrong, but she was sure appearances would be enough. She did make the trip to the library, but although she had two papers due, she didn't really get anything done. She switched her phone off and stashed it where it was well hidden, but she could easily retrieve it before heading home after being with Duncan. It wasn't that her father didn't trust her or her him, but he had a habit of checking up on her, and the GPS in her phone would tell him she was exactly where she said she would be.

She dithered until about eleven fifteen and then casually started the drive to the motel. She drove passed it, noting his car and the room in front of which it stood and kept driving. His SUV was parked at the room furthest away from the front desk. She doubled back and parked in the parking lot of the diner a short distance from the motel. Most of the precautions they were taking were over kill and most likely unnecessary, no one was or should actually have been paying attention to their whereabouts, but it didn't hurt to be sure. What they were about to do, the charade they had been carefully building for weeks had serious ramification if they were caught, and not just for them. She sauntered over to the motel; feeling exposed in the open, but knowing that to rush or creep would be even more suspicious. She made sure she remained out of sight of the front desk and then knocked lightly on the door.

It opened immediately, but just enough for her to slip in. The room was cool in comparison to the noon sun and her skin prickled with the difference in temperature or was it anticipation, Veronica couldn't tell, as the door closed behind her with a soft click. She wanted to scold him. He should have waited for her to knock a second and third time, the code to verify that it was her, but instead she melted into his strong arms and against his body as his lips captured hers. Her purse dropped to the floor with an impossibly loud thud in the still air of the room. She sighed softly, opening her mouth as their heads shifted to lick and suck at each other's lips. Her arms slid around his neck and one of her hands wound into his hair as one of his cupped the back of her head, bracing and guiding her as he deepened their kiss. Her eyes heavy and half-lidded, she felt her body come alive with arousal. Her nipples slid and scraped along the thinly lined cups of her brassier, tingling as they began to swell and harden, straining against the lacy material and her t-shirt, even as her breasts flattened against his hard chest. She could feel him against her fluttering belly, hard and hot through the denim of their jeans. She could feel the sweet tickle and tension in her core as her intimate flesh flexed and twisted expelling her hot cream in copious waves to moisten her blossoming folds and soak into the crotch of her panties.

She ground against Duncan and he pushed back as they kissed hungrily, eagerly, moving slowly backwards into the room. Veronica felt a wave of need crash over her, to touch his skin, to have him touch hers, to have him inside her to be around him. Veronica let her hands end drift down and tugged his shirt out of his jeans. His hands brushed over her breasts, just for a moment, sending a surge of tingling pleasure through her and then he was pushing her jacket off her shoulders and she shrugged it off her arms to fall to the floor. The buttons of his shirt seemed unnaturally small and difficult for her eager fingers to master as she thrilled at his touch, his hands having freed the hem of her t-shirt and now sliding up along the skin of her torso, dragging the material up with them.

Neither of them had said a word, their lips having another, and sweeter task to perform. He separated slightly from her as his hands moved higher, but did not break their deep, soul-searching kiss. Veronica groaned, feeling her lips vibrate against his as his hands cupped and weighed her breasts with firm, hot pressure and she pressed into their fondling heat, her fingers going still where they had been fumbling at the third button of his shirt. She had always been a bit subconscious of her breasts, thinking them to small, but they fit perfectly in his hands as he massaged them lightly through the lace of her bra. He broke their kiss. "Hi, Veronica. Lift your arms." He finally greeted her and she did as he asked, allowing him to tug her t-shirt off over her head and toss it to the floor. She missed his hands the moment they left her breasts, but knew it was necessary. She drew in a heavy breath and greeted him with the same request. The buttons were being too irksome, too slow to grant her access to the hard planes of his chest and toned torso, so she mimicked his maneuver and dragged the offending garment off over his head.

Their mouths joined again, hungrily, as if starved; as if they had not been lip locked mere moments before. They had been slowly moving backwards under his guidance and as her head shifted she could see the bed, over his shoulder, invitingly close. The skin of his midriff felt scorching against hers, radiating heat into her and fanning the flame of her desire. She could feel his manhood throbbing against her through the material of their diminishing clothes as she kicked off her sneakers, leaning against him for support and balance as much as to increase the contact of their bodies. He fell back onto the bed, pulling her with him, on top of him, still kissing; his hands drawing strange abstract patterns on her back that left lingering sensations of heat and pressure behind on her skin. They were still wearing too many clothes, her jeans felt hot and abrasive against her sensitized skin. She broke their kiss and rolled off and next to him, breathing heavily.

There was a breathless pause, a simple moment of calm before each of them frantically reached for their belts and buttons and zippers of their jeans. He beat her by moments and it was his hand that drew her jeans the last few inches of her ankles and feet before his lips descended on hers again. She shivered slightly as his hands ran over her body, his fingers sliding over her skin, avoiding any overtly erogenous zones, but a series of butterfly touches that left her nerves and blood singing. Her hands did the same, a slow memorization and rediscovery, a cataloguing of textures and shapes that she knew would have to suffice for a very long time, if not forever. They shifted until they were laying on the bed proper with him on his side next to her and her on her back, their only cover that of their underwear. They continued to kiss, but lighter, more relaxed, lips sliding sinuously together while tongues fenced and dueled. His hand lightly caressed her cheek and then slid down the column of her neck. She could feel his erection against her hip, hard and throbbing with life and heat through the thin cotton of his boxers.

His hand slid lightly over her skin of her chest and then a single finger gently parted the valley of her cleavage before it and the rest of his nimble digits found the clasp nestled between the cups of her bra and with a flick, released her breasts from their lacy restraints. She moaned, rolling her shoulders against the bed beneath them, lifting her back slightly as he slid her unfastened bra away and dropped it off the side of the bed. The cool air of the room caressed her stiff, tight nipples as the peaks strained up out of her puffy areola. His fingers re soft and warm on the flesh of her breasts as he caresses first one and then the other, weighing them, testing the firm, but pliant flesh, tracing their shape and finally rolling and flicking her nipples. She lets out soft sighs and gentle moans as his touch sparks sensations of delight across her skin. Veronica looked at Duncan and the intense way he studied the path of his hands on her skin and felt a shiver work its way up her spine. They both knew what this was and he was as desperately focused on burning the memories into his mind as she was.

His lips traced where his fingers head been, along the line of her jaw and lower. Veronica trapped her lower lip behind her teeth when his hot breath swept over her left nipple, a moment before his warm wet mouth captured it in its sweet, sucking embrace. She cupped the back of his head and lifted her left shoulder, pressing her breast against his lips as his hand slid further down. His fingertips whispered down over the ridges and valleys of her ribcage and slopes of her slightly-shaking, taut midriff as he suckled at her nipple, his tongue swirling and send staccato burst of pleasure radiating into her chest, making her heart pound and her blood rush.

The fore play was enjoyable, very enjoyable, but she wanted more. She grabbed handfuls of his boxers and tugged, urging him to shift and hold up his weight long enough for her to get them off his hip and down his thighs to free his hard and ready erection. The managed it and she shoved them down past his knees until he was able to kick them off. She felt his man hood against the skin of her thigh, smooth, hard and hot, throbbing and twitching with life and promise. Veronica let out a long drawn out moan, her hips shifting, her body undulating slowly as his nimble fingers slid under the waistband of her panties and curved around so that his palm cupped her with warm pressure as his finger explored the slick folds of her slit. She lifted her head, craning to look past his head as he shifted his attention to her right nipple and watched in fascination as his knuckles and shifting fingers made the lacy material of her panties dance as it stretched around his pleasure giving hand.

Veronica reached for him, wrapping her hands around the thick tube of his erection. He groaned and his lips vibrated around her nipple, sending a little shudder through her body. His shaft was veined, but also velvety smooth. He throbbed against her grip as she slowly explore his slightly curved length, from its base to the thick, bulbous, but pointed head. He humped her hand slowly as his fingers found her entrance and slid into her, sawing gently back and forth. The place where his fingers met his palm rubbed and mashed her clit, causing the tight kernel of tension in her lower belly to tighten and grow as a marker to her building climax. She planted her feet and with a little effort, lifted her buttocks off the bed. It took him a moment to realize what she wanted, but he eventually figured it out and carefully peeled her panties off her hips and buttocks and down her legs, guiding them all the way down to her feet.

His hand caressed its way back up her leg, applying light pressure and leaving blooms of heat on her skin until it came to rest on the inside of her thigh, just short of her sex. He lifted his head from her breast and smiled down at her. Her nipple continued to tingle as the cool air of the room chilled the saliva he had left behind. "I'll never forget how beautiful you are, Veronica." He promised. "Sssssh... Not now... Not yet." She pleaded, lightly, gently tugging at his shaft, urging him to move between her legs. He did as she bid and then reached past her head and to the right. She looked up curiously, feeling his hard cock brush the inside of her thigh. He was reaching for one of the condoms she hadn't noticed on the night table next to the bed. She reached up and grabbed his wrist, stopping him. "Not this time, Duncan. I'm on the pill and safe, if you know what I mean. I... I wanna take a little something of you with me when I leave here." She informed him softly stating her case. He looked at her, his smile soft and lopsided. "Okay." He conceded, lowering his head to give her a soft, intimate kiss, that although short, left her breathless with its pent up emotion.

She snaked her hand in between them and lightly grasped his cock, guiding him between her open, slick folds and to her entrance. Veronica wanted it, anticipated it, and expected it, but still she let out a short sharp gasp as he drove into her. Her back arched slowly, her eyes widen and then slowly relax and her hips rise to meet his as he stretched and filed her. Her shaft blazes a fiery path through her willing, yet resistant flesh. Her sex clutches at him, a futile attempt to halt his masculine invasion, but only increasing the delicious friction of his passage as she is betrayed by waves of her lubricating cream. She hears his breath hiss above her through clenched teeth as their bodies meet and he pierces her intimate core and they grind together as she undulates up against him.

She blinked slowly, his face disappearing into darkness above her and then slowly reappearing as he remains relatively still inside her, allowing her the time to adjust to his penetration. She lest her head loll to the side and he lowers his head, his breath warm on her neck, moments before his lips are wet and hot on it. Her fingers curl softly into his hair as he kisses and nuzzles at her neck, just below her ear. "I'll never get used to how good that feels and I'll never forget it." He whispered into the shell of her ear and she murmured her acknowledgement and agreement. She wrapped her arm around him and tangled her legs around him, holding him against her, luxuriating in the feel of his body on top of hers, inside her, throbbing against the tight embrace of her sex; capturing the moment, freezing it in her mind for the time ahead.

Duncan began to move slowly, rocking back and forth as his lips found hers again for a fleeting moment. She matched his strokes, allowing him to slowly lengthen them until they build up a comfortable, pleasurable rhythm and pace. Veronica moaned as they began a sliding, thrusting, humping, writhing horizontal mambo as he lanced into her, finding her core and then retreating again and again and again. His hand slid down her side and dug in to the mattress to cup the firm globe of her ass cheek, using his grip to squeeze and pull her to him as he increased the strength of their thrusts. Skin slid along skin with tingling sparks of sensation. Her nipples dragged back and forth across his chest making her gasp and groan with jolts of delight. Her legs tightened to clutch him to her as he filled her and reluctantly relaxed as he drew back.

Her climax roiled in her belly like the wild dark clouds of a thunderstorm. The wet slap of their bodies colliding mimicked the thunder and electric charges of pleasurable sensation arched like lightning across her nerves as the storm build, a pent up swirl of energy, seeking escape to rampage through her. Her moans became little cries and his hissing breaths became grunts as they strained together, both seeking climax, put paradoxically trying to hold it off as long as possible to prolong what they were doing. Veronica felt her self start to tremble. Her skin was on fire, even more so where his lips periodically touched it. She tasted salt as she licked the sweat from his shoulder, his muscles shifting and flexing under her hands. Veronica told him how much she loved him; how good he was making her feel; how much she wished they could find another way, a way where they could be together; how unfair everything was. Her words range from loving and encouraging to bitter and angry, but they all pour from her in a frantic rush of emotion. He agrees and embellishes and tries to sooth on panted breaths that match hers. Her belly quivered against his as she reached the limit of her endurance.

Veronica barely managed to bite off the scream that she felt rise from her throat as her climax tore through her after his next thrust buried him to the hilt and ground her clit against the base of his cock. She whimpered as her spine locked into a taut bow and her sex attempted to crush its sweet invader in a shuddering death grip. She felt her fingernails dig into his shoulder and vaguely hoped she wasn't marking him. Pleasure surged though her nervous system in intense waves that curled her toes and made her muscles misfire, tensing and relaxing in quick hard burst that skirted along the edge between pleasure and pain. Her head is pressed back had against the pillow and she does cry out as he thrusts again, trying to go deeper before he throws his head back and with a deep, heavy grunt. She feels him swell against the tight confines of her orgasmic snatch and join the liquid heat of his essence with her copious cream in heavy, pulsing spurts. She can feel him shudder under her hands, her heart pounding against her ribs and her blood singing in her ears as her sex ripples around him, milking him.

He shifts back slightly, the simple movement starting another cascade of sensation sweeping through her before he collapses limp and boneless on top of her. He is heavy, but she welcomes the weight, solid proof that she is not dreaming. His cheek shifts on her chest and she sucks in a shuddering breath when he kisses her breast and then finds the hard nub of her nipple with his lips, sucking lightly before lifting his head. They both groan softly as she untangles her legs and he slid out of her and rolled off her and onto his back next to her. They both take deep breaths to steady themselves. Sparks and echoes of her climax still chase each other around her body. Beads of sweat join and make tickling little trickles along her skin. Duncan's hand finds hers and her twines his gingers with her as they cool down and their respective heartbeats and breathing return to normal.

"You okay?" he asks as the moments drag out in silence. Her eyes are closed and his voice is a velvet caress. A gentle smile curls up the edges of her lips. "I'm good." She answers with a quiet satisfied sigh and a tightening of her fingers around his. She can feel his seed, mixed with her juices, slowly trickling out along her folds and onto the inside of her thigh. She grips his hand and rolls onto her side, pulling it to just below her breast as he shifts with her, pressing his hard body against her back; his dick stirring slightly as it nestles in the crack of her ass. She lifts her head and he slides his other arm under it until she finds the pillow of his shoulder. She feels the light brush of his lips on the top of her blonde head as they settle into the new position.

She toys with his fingers in silence, his soft, now steady breath ruffles her hair slightly in a comfortingly familiar way. Veronica licked her lips, trying to find the right words for what she intended to suggest. "Penny for your thoughts?" he asked. "Only a penny? For a Kane you're pretty cheap." She quipped and imagined the amused smile that would be spreading across his lips as she hears him chuckle. "Duncan? There's something I want you to do for me... to me to be more correct." She started. "I'd do anything for or to you, Veronica. You know that. What is it?" he asked, curiosity coloring his affectionate and sincere tone. She took a deep breath, still playing with his fingers. There didn't seem to be any polite or romantic way to make the request. "I... I'd like you to.... Like you to put it in my ass." She told him in a hesitant rush, cringeing inwardly as the way it sounded.

She heard his sharp intake of breath and his chest expanding against her back, not quite a gasp, but close. The silence seemed to drag, but it had only been a few moments since she had made her request. "Why?" he asked quietly, and she felt the tension in his body behind her lessen, but not disappear. She could also feel his dick twitch and start to harden between her buttocks. Veronica worried at her lower lips for a moment. "I... I want us to be with each other in everyway a man and a woman can be together. I want the memory of all my first sexual experiences to be of you." She stated her case with quiet emotion. "Veronica... I don't know... I don't want to hurt you. Are you sure?" he queried, apparently swayed by her need, but unsure of his ability to give her what she wanted. "I'm sure, Duncan. We can just try. If it hurts too much I'll ask you to stop. I promise." She compromised as he touched on one of her fears as well. "Give me a minute?" he requested. "Take all the time you need. This is good too, just lying here with you." She informed him, lifting his hand to her lips and kissing it lightly.

"I've got lubricant." She blurted out, remembering the tube she had put in her purse earlier, feeling momentarily silly at the sound of the statement and the odd image of an erotic version of the "Got milk!" ad flashed into her mind. "Let's see what we can do with what we have on hand first." He suggests and freeing his hand from hers, slid it down her belly and started to caress her swollen lips and slick folds. He massaged her entrance and clit with dexterous expertise, making her sex flex, clench and twist, expelling heavy waves of her sex grease onto his fingers. She moaned softly in appreciation of his touch, her hips rocking slightly onto his fingers and her ass back against his now fully recovered erection. He gathered her slippery cream and creating a little separation between them, hesitantly transferred it to the puckered starfish of her anus.

Veronica felt a shiver run up her spine at the strangeness of being touched there. It didn't feel bad or even uncomfortable, just unexpectedly weird as he applied gentle pressure until his finger slid into her asshole. She squirmed a little in reaction to the unfamiliar sensation. He removed his finger and then repeated the process, transferring more of her natural lube from her pussy to her ass. "I'm going to try a second finger." He warned her, his breath hot against her ear, his lips trailing along her shoulder for a moment as she nodded her understanding. She flinched slightly in discomfort, clenching against his fingers and groaning, as he had to apply more pressure and a more pronounced twisting motion to insert them. He froze. She did some mental arithmetic and blinked, swallowing nervously as she made the comparison between his dick and his fingers. "Keep going, Duncan." She encouraged him after a moment, willing herself to relax.

"Okay." he acknowledged, slowly working his fingers deeper and then in and out of the resisting ring of her anus and the channel beyond. She grimaced a few more times, grateful he couldn't see her face until she seemed to adjust to his probing digits as they stretched and filled her unexplored orifice. The strangeness and unfamiliarity were starting to fade and he had again started to kiss her neck and shoulder while his other hand was also lightly massaging her breast and his fingers tweaked and rolled the hard nub of her nipple with pleasurable sensation. "Let's try it." She suggested, worrying at the side of her lower lip as she pressed back onto his thrusting fingers to show her willingness for them to continue. "Are you sure you want to do this, Veronica." He asked again. "Yes, Duncan, I want to do this. I want you to do this to me. I want to remember this first, not like my other." She told him with firm determination.

Veronica felt just a twinge of regret as she remembered the strange sequence of events that had led to her losing her virginity to Duncan and not remembering and having to be told about it by Logan of all people. She still had no real memories of that night, only the images she had created in her head from the accounts of the other people she had questioned, who had been at the party.

She heard and felt him draw in a shuddering breath against her back before he slid his fingers out of her. He shifted behind her and then she felt him guide the head of his dick through the slippery folds of her vagina. He lifted her leg and draped her thigh over his and then thrust slowly forward, sliding into her sopping snatch. Veronica closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh, knowing that it was most likely the last time she would feel Duncan enter, stretch and fill her in that way. He slid all the way into her in one long, smooth stroke and then was still. Her sex clenched slowly around him as she felt him pulse in the snug embrace of her intimate flesh, bathing him a rush of her slippery sex cream. He started to withdraw and she reached around behind her and grabbed his buttocks, stopping him. "Not yet. Just a little while longer." She requested in contradiction to her previous suggestion. "Of course." He replied immediately, his lips pressing to her neck and his hand lightly stroking her thigh.

"Do you really have to go?" she asked softly. "No... Don't answer that. I know you do. I just..." she stopped him as she felt him draw breath to answer. "Yeah... I know what you mean. I don't want to go, Veronica. I want to stay here with you and have lots of afternoons like this, preferably in my hotel suite and not in a motel, but... I'm out of options. I can't let my daughter be raised by those people." He replied anyway and she sighed, knowing that they had gone over and over this particular subject.

Veronica didn't stop him when he slowly pulled out of her, his shaft leaving a tingling echo along her channel. Duncan repositioned himself and her butt clenched slightly, unconsciously as the tip of his cock pressed against the rosebud of her asshole. He started to apply pressure slowly, gently, testing the tight ring of muscle that defended her rear channel. She braced herself and felt them give a little with a twinge of discomfort they halted his progress. He added more pressure and Veronica forced herself to take slow, deep breaths to relax as the discomfort grew as her body tried to repel him, but his pointed dick head continued to wedge deeper into her by slow degrees. He eased up. "I don't think I can do this." He stated quietly in the shell of her ear. "Keep trying, please." She urged and the pressure returned, increasing.

She couldn't say how long they continued like that, but she was almost ready to admit that Duncan was right when she let out a sharp cry when a stinging, burning pain shot into her as his dick head popped through her anus and his momentum carried him a few inches into her no longer virgin ass. She blinked rapidly, panting softly as her body adjusted to his intrusion and she came to terms with the fact that they had actually done it. His concerned apology was a soft buzz in her ear. "I'm okay, just give me a minute. It just caught me by surprise a little." She told him, lightly patting his hip to alleviate his concerns and agitation as her pain first subsided to a dull, hot ache that pulsed to the beat of his throbbing member in the tight embrace of her unexplored rear and finally to a simple sense of uncomfortable fullness.

Veronica shifted her hand from his hip back to his buttocks. "Keep going. Just go slow." She encouraged, lightly squeezing the curve of his hard ass cheek. His hand was warm on her tense belly as he slowly thrust forward. She grimaced, clenching her teeth and only letting a soft grunt and a few groans escape as little lightning flashes of pain and discomfort followed the passage of the rest of his thick, long shaft into her bowels. He stopped when his pelvis was pressed firmly against her buttocks and remained still, although the very act of breathing made it feel like he was swelling against the tight grip of her clenching, flexing channel. "Christ, that's tight and so hot." He noted in an awed tone as she squirmed, trying to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation of his hard, unyielding shaft filling her ass. "You feel absolutely massive." She breathed. "Are you okay?" he asked again. "It kinda aches a little, but it's fading. It feels really strange, but not bad, just different.
They lay like that, breathing easy, hands gentle tracing abstract patterns on each others skin until she began to relax. She pressed back experimentally, to see how it would feel and to let Duncan know she was ready for them to continue. He began to rock his hips, slowly shifting back and forth inside her, keeping most of his manhood in the snug confines of her rear. He let her set the pace, taking his cue from her as he increased the length of his strokes until they found a slow, steady rhythm with him pumping in and out of her. There were a few sparks of pain, but these soon disappeared. She compared the sensation of him in her ass to when he was in her pussy, and felt it to be duller somehow, exciting, but not nearly as pleasurable. Duncan continued to fondle and caress her breasts, radiating pleasure into her chest in warm waves. She captured his other hand where it stroked her belly and guided it lower, between her legs.

A soft gasp whispered passed her lips, followed by a drawn out moan as his knowledgeable fingers practiced all that they had learned to stroke through her slick, open folds and roll and flick her exposed clit. His fingers started to match his thrusts and Veronica started to feel that sweet build of roiling tension start to build inside her again. She urged him to move faster, alternating between pressing back onto his cock and grinding against his hand and probing fingers. Words of encouragement and expressions of what she was feeling spilled from her lips and were echoed from his. Her breathing started to accelerate and she could hear him panting heavily behind her. Shockwaves ran through her body each time his body connected with hers, forcing her to brace herself by grabbing a fistful of the sheets below her as his thrusts increased in strength and speed. Her moans turned to soft cries, this time in pleasure not pain as her orgasm continued to build, as her taut belly started to quiver and she pressed her head back hard against his shoulder, the small of her back tensing and making her back arch.

She felt his rhythm start to falter, his strokes getting harder, but less co-coordinated. She could hear his breath coming in panted hisses as if through gritted teeth. His fingers were also a little rougher on her breasts and sex and she could feel him shuddering with strain. "I... I can't...Jesus. Sorry, Vee... Too much... So tight...I'm gonna cum." Duncan rasped out hoarsely, his dick buried to the hilt in her dank depths as his hips bucked and he ground into her ass, hard. "Just let go, Baby. You don't need to hold back. Cum in my ass, Duncan." She told him, surprised at how frantic and rough her voice sounded and she pressed back into his grinding pelvis in emphasis. She heard him grunt and then exclaim: "Oh Fuck!" and she felt him swell, expanding against her flesh before pulsing in surges of liquid heat. His fingers tensed, clutching at her breast and applying hard pressure on her buzzing clit.

Veronica whimpered and then echoed Duncan's exclamation, as by an unexpected miracle his stimulation of her was enough to push her over the edge and into a trembling orgasm. It didn't have the power of her previous orgasm, but it tensed her body and bathed her nerves in pleasurable energy. It was hard to catch her breath while she let her wide eyes flutter closed and dragged in shuddering mouthfuls of air to feed her burning lungs until the raging waves of delight ran their course.

She hadn't even entertained the idea that she would climax having anal sex. She had just want to have shared this experience with Duncan and would have been satisfied that she had at least gotten some enjoyment out of it. The orgasm was a definite plus. Maybe someday, when, if she found someone else she might try this again. She hissed and he groaned as he shrunk and then slid out of her. It felt odd. She could feel his semen inside her, warm and slippery and although she could feel her flesh closing and returning to normal with his absence, she could still feel an echo of his presence as if he had left an imprint of some sort. She clenched slightly and it only seemed to intensify the sensation. She smiled slightly. It was odd, but at the same time enjoyably comforting as she rolled to face him, her head resting on his shoulder, his arm warm down the length of her back, her hand resting on his chest, feeling the steady thumping of his heart under her palm.

Duncan turned his head to face her, a smile lighting his face. "Thank you." He said simply. "No... Thank You." She reciprocated, tilting her head to press her lips to his in a slow, languid, searching kiss that left her satisfied and heavy-lidded when she finally broke it. He planted a light kiss on her forehead, cupping her buttock and pulling her closer against him. He managed to grab enough of the covers to drape over them, but Veronica barely felt him move as she felt sated sleep tugging at her weary body. "Veronica?" he queried to get her attention or check if she was still awake, she couldn't tell. "Hmmmmm" she replied drowsily. "If I don't tell you later... That was an amazing farewell." He told her softly. Veronica smiled, pressed her lips lightly to his skin and then drifted off to sleep.

THE END