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Forever Love Part Two

Forever Love Part Two
When she pulled him into the bedroom after he got home from work and told him about the suspected pregnancy, he really didn’t know what to say. Neither of them were expecting anything like this to happen this soon. She was happy about it, but unsure of how it would affect both of their lives, since neither of them were really ready to deal with a pregnancy, and neither were in a position to be able to marry or even get into a serious, committed relationship. They hadn’t known each other more than a couple of weeks. He wanted to wait until she saw her regular doctor to confirm it before making any definitive plans regarding an unborn child. She knew he was planning to go out of town the next day, so her intent was to get up immediately the next morning and take another home test. Then, depending on the results, they could sit down with the test in front of them and decide what to do next and how to proceed if she did wind up pregnant. His plans were changed, and he had to leave that night, which completely threw her world out of order. She felt as though she had been abandoned to deal with the shock of a pregnancy on her own, and was hurt and angry that he left her to deal with it on her own. She spent the time that he was gone doing some serious thinking and trying to decide what the best option would be. She knew she had the option of moving out and going to live with a friend in another state. She knew all she would have to do was make a phone call, and a good friend of hers would come and help her move immediately, and allow her to go stay at his home until after the baby was born, and he would help her ‘disappear’ so that her partner wouldn’t know where she was, and wouldn’t know about the baby. She was torn because her sense of right and wrong told her not to disappear, but her heart told her to go that route so that he wasn’t pressured or obligated into anything, and so he wouldn’t feel like he was pushed into a decision that he would end up resenting her for later. When he returned home, she informed him that she had taken another home test which came up positive, and had also gone to the hospital and had a test done there, which also came up positive. They argued, and she told him that she felt it would be best if she moved out, so that he wasn’t stressing or feeling pressured with a pregnancy he wasn’t ready for. A few hours later, they started to discuss it again, and started to work things out. He told her that he did love her, and he did want her and the baby to continue living there, and he wanted her to stay with him. Deep in her heart, she knew that she was headed for heartbreak, because he wasn’t ready for the stress and responsibilities of a pregnancy. But because she loved him, she was unable to get up the courage and move away.
No matter how angry she got, she was never able to deny him when the time came for them to go to bed at night. She couldn’t say no to him sexually, nor could she deny him the right to wrap her in his embrace when it was time to go to sleep. The pattern of his arms around her and her head on his chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart, and feeling the safety and security of his embrace had already been established, and she wasn’t strong enough to walk away from that.
It wasn’t just the fact that he made her feel like no other man ever had. There was something more about him. Perhaps it was his military background, and his classic good looks. Perhaps it was the person she knew he really was deep down. She didn’t know. She just knew that she had fallen in love with him, and it was a love that wouldn’t change, no matter how things ended up between them. She knew that the unborn child would either have his classic good looks, or end up looking almost exactly like her, since she had a son from a previous marriage who looked exactly like she did, as well as his uncle and his grandfather. Her partner’s children from a previous marriage looked exactly like him, so she could easily picture the looks of this unborn child.
They got along extremely well sexually and in every other aspect of life. He fit inside her so well that he claimed she was so tight he actually had to stretch her with a dildo first or she would clamp down and push him out of her pussy. When he managed to get into her cervix and womb, it drove her wild, causing her to orgasm non-stop from the moment he touched her until the moment he emptied his balls into her womb. She figured that since she was already pregnant, there was no reason to deny him sexually.
The next two weeks were a bit strained between them, both of them unsure of how to react with each other, knowing they had to deal with a pregnancy that was unplanned, and knowing that even though they shared a bed every night, they really didn’t know much about each other yet.
About two weeks later, she started going through mild cramps that continued to get worse throughout the night. After he had fallen asleep, she extricated herself from his embrace, and went into the local hospital, where she was told she had miscarried. The doctors really weren’t sure why or what caused her to miscarry. She went back home and cried herself to sleep. When he awoke the next morning, he knew something was wrong, and guessed immediately what had happened. They talked about it briefly, and discussed giving it some time, and then trying again.
Even though the miscarriage devastated her, she still could not stay away from him or deny him anything. Was it his looks? Was it his personality? She didn’t really know exactly WHAT or WHY, but she knew she had fallen in love with him and would do just about anything to keep him. She surprised herself with the lengths she was willing to go to in order to keep him happy. They talked about fantasies, wants and desires, and he told her that one of his biggest fantasies was to watch her with another man. He would often joke and say he was going to bring some of the guys from his military unit and watch her fuck them. She would respond and say that it was fine, but they would not be able to orgasm inside her, as he was the only one she wanted impregnating her. He asked her about some of her fantasies, and for the longest time, she was unable to give him an answer.
After a lot of thinking, she finally realized what her biggest fantasies regarding him would be. She wanted to be able to fuck him anywhere, anytime, in front of anyone, simply because she loved knowing he wanted to show her off. She also often fantasized about going out to a club or a bar in a tight outfit that came to about mid-thigh with a zippered bodice that barely covered her 54FFF natural chest, and knowing that he had her wear a bullet vibrator against her clit, and nothing else. And he would have the remote in his hand or in his pocket, and he would be able to turn it on anytime he felt like it, just to watch her fight to keep from orgasming in front of complete strangers. She loved the idea of him taking complete control, since she would completely melt if she would be in the bedroom putting his clothes away and he would come in and toss her on the bed and pin her underneath him and fuck her until she couldn’t think straight, or he would order her to wear a short robe with nothing else under it and sit on the couch, exposing her pussy to him while he was working on something on his laptop or watching tv. She loved the way he dominated her without being overbearing or abusive. He had complete control over her, and they both knew it.
She had also already learned that the minute they went to bed, her head belonged on his stomach, with her mouth wrapped around his huge cock, and her small hand gently massaging his balls. If she didn’t immediately assume the position, she would find her hair wrapped around his fist and her head pushed to the position he wanted her in. He was the only man who could make her orgasm just by looking at her or touching her neck, or stroking her face. She was constantly wet just thinking about him, and even if she knew that they were not going to get sexual, she was still dripping wet wanting him. Was it the fact that he was about 6’ tall, and well-built, and physically strong enough to have his way with her at anytime? Was it his short cropped blonde hair? Was it his gorgeous eyes? Again, she had no idea. She just knew that he was the only man who could get her to react that way, and she found herself often wishing she weren’t so shy so that she could tell him to take her outside on their private property and fuck her while they were standing outside, or bend her over the hood of the car, or whatever. She was literally ready, willing, and able to fuck him anytime he wanted, even if she wasn’t feeling well. She put his wants and needs ahead of her own, even to the point of making sure he ate meals at night, and she went without just so that there was always enough for him.
She knew there was obvious chemistry between them, since even though he was still interested in fucking other women, she was the one he couldn’t keep his hands off of, and she was the one he could fuck for hours and be hard as steel again a short time later. She was the one who shared his bed every night, she was the one he fucked more times than they could count on the weekends when they weren’t busy doing something with the kids, or visiting with his family, or doing activities he enjoyed. She just loved being near him, no matter what they were doing, and she loved making sure she was available to him sexually 24/7/365. She also made it clear to him that she could be sound asleep and not feeling well, and if he wanted sex, all he had to do was wake her up, and she would be ready, willing, and able, even if she wasn’t feeling well. His needs came first, ALWAYS.
Sorry this isn’t all that graphic or detailed. It is a true story, however, and the next segment will come when the next chapter of my life occurs. Next time I will try to be more detailed, more sexual, and more descriptive. I wrote this just to remind people that true love DOES exist, and it really can happen when you aren’t looking for it and when you least expect it. I wanted people to remember that not all relationships are just about sex and not all of them end in heartbreak. It took me 22 years to find the man I want to be with the rest of my life, and, providing fate is kind—he and I will be together for eternity, and have several blonde-haired, blue eyed children that will be as gorgeous as he is.

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Fantasy

The Birthday Special

Danny and Lisa are on holiday. As a couple of seven years, they shouldn’t have any secrets between them, right? But a woman always knows…

Fiction

The Bradford Family Saga (end)

“Penny for your thoughts,” Marsha said quietly.
“Oh, Hi, honey. Did I wake you?”
Marsha shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. I’ve been watching your face for a
couple of minutes. I think I know what you were dreaming about.” There was a
wicked gleam in her eye. “You were reliving it, weren’t you?”
Carol just smiled.
“God, that was hot! Is it always that way?”
“No. Just at special times, like then. I’ve had three- ways before,” she said
nonchalantly, “but this time was something else.”
“Because it was family?”
Carol looked at her lovely daughter, an image of her younger self, smiled and
kissed her lightly. “Yes,” she said, “because it was family.”
*************************
Mr. and Mrs. Goodman sat on their veranda and listen to the tinkle of laughter
coming over the wall from the Bradford pool area.
“They certainly seem to be enjoying their reunion. That really was a nice party,
wasn’t it, Arnold? They’re such a lovely family.”
“Yes, it was, Mildred. You don’t see that kind of togetherness anymore, not
much, anyway. Makes me wish our kids were more like theirs.”
“You’re right, dear, they do seem to have something special.” Mrs. Goodman
paused, then turned to her husband.
“I wonder what their secret is?”
THE END
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I hope you have enjoyed The Bradford Family Saga. All feedback is appreciated.
I can be reached @ [email protected].
Look for more of my stories to be published here, including:
The Wilson Family Saga – A multi-family story of a young man’s sexual journey through his family and his friends. Incest and Interracial theme.
The Princess Steps Out – The kidnapping and sexual abuse (?) of the Princess of Wales
by African Freedom fighters. Note: This story was written many years ago before the
world assigned sainthood to the lady in question. So if your an anglophile please
refrain from negative comments; afterall, it’s just fiction. Celebrity and Interracial
themes.
The Group – The Institution for Alternate Living invites individauls who engage in
consentual incess to discuss the who and whys of their lives.
The Amourous Adventures of the Brady Bunch – The adult Bradys gather for a family
reunion … enough said.
Conversations with a Church Lady – Under hypnosis, the wife of a leading church figure
tells a very different story. Interracial theme.
BONUS EXCERPT: “Potion”
“It’s a real aphrodisiac! I’m telling you it’ll work!”
nerdy Walter Newman gushed.
Sneering, Luther Vaughn, a muscular young black man,
grabbed young Walter’s shirt and violently pushed him up
against a sink. They were in the locker room of the boy’s
gym at South Regional High School.
Walter’s thick glasses almost flew off his blotchy nose.
Walter had a bad case of teenage acne, which was one of the
many reasons he was preoccupied with sex. He didn’t have any
real hope of getting laid, not the way he looked.
“There ain’t no such fuckin’ thing, you fuckin’ dweeb!”
Luther screamed in his face, “And besides, you brainy mother-
fuckin’ jackass, I didn’t pay you to make no bullshit
aphrodisiac, I paid you to make knock-out drops; a good
Mickey Finn! You’re really pissin’ me off, Newman!” He
pushed the young man away in disgust.
“But Luther,” Walter whined, “I can always make knock-
out drops, but this is for real!” He held up a flask of
clear liquid and an audio cassette and rushed on.
“Look, this is a very strong muscle relaxant and
tranquilizer. Give a girl a couple of drops of this and she
becomes very suseptible to suggestion.” He held up the tape.
“Subliminal, hynotic suggestion hidden behind soothing
beach sounds! It’s foolproof! She’ll be begging to fuck her
and afterwards she won’t remember a thing!
“Com’on, Luther, let’s try it!”
Walter jumped when Luther grabbed the vial and tape and
threw them in a refuse can. Surprisingly, the vial didn’t
break.
“Fuck your mumbo-jumbo, asshole!” the black teenager
sneered. “I don’t have problem one gettin’ pussy; black,
brown or white! And for a smart motherfucker you got shit
for brains! Even if that stuff worked, which it don’t; you
think chicks are gonna drink that shit and listen to some
dumbass tape just so a fuckin’ nerd like you can get into
their pants? NOT!”
He grabbed Walter’s shirt again and pushed the smaller
boy towards the locker room door.
“Now get the fuck back to the lab and get to work makin’
my knock-out drops, or I’ll break every motherfuckin’ bone in
your body.”
The door closed nosily behind them but Johnny Wilson
could still hear Luther berate Walter as they walked down the
hall. The fifteen year old peeked around the corner of the
lockers and made sure the coast was clear. The last thing he
wanted was a confrontation with Luther Vaughn. He was bad
news. A broken sneaker lace had held him up after class
making him an unseen witness to Luther and Walter’s crazy
conversation.
An aphrodiaiac! Boy, Johnny thought, Luther’s right,
Walter’s out of his lovin’ mind! That kind of stuff was out
of x-rated science fiction, or Walter’s wishful imagination.
Johnny knew there were two schools of thought concerning
Walter Newman. The first was, he’s was a boy genius and will
win the Nobel for chemistry before he’s twenty-one. The
second was, he’s a dipshit who’s gonna blow himself (and
probably the school, too) to fuckin’ smithereens.
Johnny picked up the vial and tape from the refuse bin
and cautiously looked them over. On impulse, he put the vial
in his pocket, then pulled out his Walkman and slid the tape
in and, holding the headset away from his ears, gingerly
listened. All he could hear was soothing surf sounds. He
waited a moment. If there were secret messages hidden in the
tape he hadn’t heard them. He shook his head but put the
tape in his rutsack and ran off to the lab. He was already
late.
“You’re late, John!” Mrs. Tarr said testily when he
entered the lab. “Are you trying to add to your detention?
If you are you’ve come to the right place.”
Mrs. Tarr was the one of the chemistry teachers and up
to now John thought she was kind of nice, and not bad looking
for an old woman; she was about his mother’s age, but he
hadn’t realized she had a wicked tongue.
“Eh, sorry, Mrs. Tarr. I broke a shoelace and had to
get another.”
Two girls in the corner giggled. Johnny blushed with
embarassment.
Mrs. Tarr made a face and shook her head. “If you two
are finished,” she said to the girls, “take off, and you,
John, get to work. This lab’s a mess and I want it spotless.
Maybe this will teach you that spitballs in the cafeteria
will not be tolerated.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Johnny replied.
The two girls giggled loudly as they left and Johnny’s
face burned even brighter. Grudgingly, he went to the sink,
ran water, then went around picking up dirty test-tubes and
beakers.
“When you have those things soaking, get me a cola from
the lab refrigerator,” Mrs. Tarr commanded.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Johnny was rapidly revising his opinion of the chemistry
teacher, but as he took a bottle of cola from the
refrigerator a sudden brainstorm hit him. Why not? he asked
himself. It had to be tested. Not that it was really going
to work, but if it did wouldn’t that put this bad-mouth bitch
in her place. Quickly he took the vial from his pocket,
opened the cola and put two drops of Walter’s potion into the
dark liquid.
John grabbed a clean glass, put ice in it and was
pouring cola into it when Mrs. Tarr asked what was keeping
him. She took the glass and thanked him, rather reluctantly
John thought.
He smiled at her as she took a deep drink.
“Is there something you want, John?” she asked.
Johnny smiled. “I’d appreciate it if you’d listen to
this tape. The background is suppose to help you
consentrate more. I thought it could help me with my
homework and stuff,” he said offering his Walkman to her. “I
just want your opinion.”
Mrs. Tarr put the headphones on and said, “Only for a
moment; I’m busy. Besides, these things are usually a rip
off.”
“Thanks,” Johnny said and poured more cola into her
glass. Absently, she took another sip as she listened to the
soothing sounds of the seashore. A few moments later she pulled
the headset off and shrugged her shoulders.
“Well, it doesn’t do anything for me, but you can never
tell, it may help you to concentrate. Give it a try.”
The distain in her voice told Johnny that Walters’
bullshit aphrodisiac was just that: Bullshit! She had drank
the potion and listened to the tape. Nothing! Nada! Zip!
Johnny mumbled his thanks and went back to the sink and
started cleaning the dirty beakers again. He felt pretty
foolish. He wanted to throw the vial away but his hands were
wet. He’d wait until he was finished and then chuck the shit.
Leroy was right!
A moment later he froze as a hand reached around and
cupped his cock and balls.
“Hi, big boy,” a husky voice whispered hotly in his ear,
Wanna fuck?”
Johnny’s mouth gaped and his eyes bugged. His chest
tighten and his head started pounding. Mrs. Tarr’s tits
rubbed senuously over his shoulder blades
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My wait for a promised Blow Job

This started when I was nineteen and my stepsister was eighteen in 1968. I was home on leave from the Navy for a couple of weeks. My “sister” and I had always flirted, but never carried it very far. One day we were home alone playing cards and talking about sex. I told her that I’d learned to eat pussy and how much I liked it. She leaned forward and said “Maybe you could come to my room tonight and prove it”.
Well my room was on the ground floor, so were our parents, and hers was on the second. So, after everyone was safely asleep, I crept up the creaky stairs to her bedroom. My dick was hard before I opened her door. She was sitting up waiting for me, and said “It’s time for you to show me all you learned big brother.”
I crawled up the bed kissing her everywhere on my way to her lips. She just had a tee shirt on and I had it off in a flash. She has very perky tits with dark nipples and I was sucking they as soon she stopped sucking my tongue. I’ve never been this hot. As I was paying her tits the time they deserved, my left hand started down over her belly and slowly started rubbing her hairy bush.
I was very exciting knowing our parents were asleep just below us. Her pussy was soaking wet before I even touched her pussy lips. I hadn’t been with a lot of women at that point in my life, so I wasn’t the most experienced, but I was never so hot, and I knew she was too. I slowly stated licking my way down to her sweet, sweet pussy. She said, “OK big brother, put that mouth to work and make me cum”.
That was all I needed. I started slowly, licking the sweet pussy juice that was coming out. Slowly I made my way to her clit, and that’s when she told me that no one had ever eaten her pussy before, and she wasn’t sure if she was supposed to be so wet. I told he that most women wished they could be so wet. She started to moan and held on to my head. I put a finger into her pussy and found that she hadn’t been fucking much either. She was so tight that I had to go slowly just to get the first finger in.
By then she was close to her first orgasm and had her thighs tightened around my head. I was working my finger and tongue as best I could with her thrashing around, and then she came. She almost popped my head off, she squeezed so tight. I didn’t stop and started another finger in to her pussy. It was getting easier, and slipperier. She kept cumming and cumming. It was great!!!
I love pussy juice and she was giving me a LOT. She eased up with her thighs and told me to put my dick in NOW! I did as I was told. It eased in very nicely, and we worked up to a nice rhythm, but I’ll admit, I didn’t last long. It was a quick fuck but the cumming was great. We both shook as I filled her sweet hole with more cum than I had ever shot so much. I lay on top of her for a few minutes trying to catch my breath, then slowly pulled my dick out and laid beside her. We were soaked in sweat and cum juice. I told her I had better go before we pushed our luck and someone woke up. She kissed me and said next time she would suck my dick as good as I eaten her pussy. Well two days later I left to go back to my ship and she got married before I got back the next year. So I never got that blowjob she promised.
Well, that changed forty years later. We hadn’t talked about our night together when we were kids, but all that changed the night she sent me an IM. I hadn’t done that much, but we began chatting about different things, and after about an hour she asked if I remembered that night and her promise to me. My 58-year-old dick sprang right up. I told her that I remembered very well and thought about it often. The problem was, I lived 500 miles away.
After that, we chatted at least three times a week, and I was jacking off as she told me what she was going to do to my cock when we got together. Well, I’m married, but I wanted that blowjob badly. After about a month of texting and jacking off, I found an excuse to go and visit my brother who lived near her.
I had to sceam a lot, but on the last night, I told my brother that I was going to spend the last night with a friend from high school and leave from his place. Then I went and got a room at a hotel close by her place and called to tell her the room number. I took a quick shower and waited for her with just a towel around my waist.
I had waited forty years for the blowjob I was about to get, and l didn’t want much in the way. My dick was straight out. She knocked on my door, and I let her in. It was very cold outside, and she was wearing her long overcoat. She looked and saw my hard on pushing my towel out and said, “Well, I’m ready too”. With that she took off her coat and was naked under it. I almost came right then. For a woman of fifty-seven, the mother of two grown kids, and the grandmother of three, she was till hot. Her tits didn’t seem to be a bit different. They didn’t sag and the nipples were hard and pointing right at me. Her ass was a little bigger, but it was still firm and round.
She didn’t waste any time and dropped to her knees and started sucking my dick right by the door. I was in heaven, and she hadn’t been in the room for thirty seconds. She looked up, let my cock pop out and said that she was a LOT better at sucking dick now than she was on our night so long ago so maybe it was going to be worth the wait. She gave me no reason not to believe her. She was putting my dick all the way in and licking my balls when she got there. Then she started working a finger up my ass. My knees started to give, and I told her we needed to get on the bed before I fell down. I lay down and told her to sit on my face and we’ll do sixty-nine. I had to taste her sweet pussy again.
She eased her pussy down on my mouth and I started licking her sweet pussy juice again after forty years, and it was better than I remembered. She wasn’t as tight as she was when she was a kid, so she was wet enough to slip two fingers into that sweet love hole right away. She was sucking my dick again and now had two fingers up my ass. It was wonderful. I took my fingers from her cunt and started rubbing her ass too, and soon had two up her ass.
She was flooding me with her love juice, and now bobbing up and down on my dick. She’d let it come out of her mouth, and there was a lot of precum and spit stringing from her sweet lips to the head of my dick, then she would quickly take it all the way back down to the back of her mouth. I was much better at holding off cumming than I was the first time, but after fifteen minutes, I wasn’t going to last much longer. She knew that I was getting close when I stopped sucking her clit and tensed up. She said, “ Cum in my mouth big brother, I’ve been waiting a looong time for your sweet hot cum”. She started fucking my ass harder, sucking and jacking my cock so fast I thought I would pass out. Then I came! It seemed that I came forever. I was cumming so much that she couldn’t swallow it fast enough and it was running out her mouth and down to her fingers that were still fucking my ass. She stopped sucking but held my dick in her mouth as I was coming back to earth. I was still having spasms from the pressure she had around my cock and her fingers still in my ass. She sat up and turned around and her face was slick with my cum that she was rubbing all over. She leaned forward and kissed me and we swapped each other’s cum, and then licked each other’s fingers we’d been ass fucking with. She pulled back and asked if it was worth the wait. I told her that it was well worth the wait. It was he best blowjob I’d ever had. She said that if I thought that was good, wait till I fucked her in the ass!!! She had never done that and I would be the first to have her virgin ass. Then she pulled out a dildo from her purse and said that she was going to fuck my ass too!! Well, we fucked and sucked all night till check out time the next morning. My dick and ass where sore, but well satisfied on the long trip home. We still chat on-line two or three times a week and we talk about what we’ll do when she comes to visits me.

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caut in th act

We sat home one night, watching T.V. and making out. You said you needed to go talk to a friend of yours, and you would be back. I stood and gave you a kiss, and told you to hurry back. You said you didn’t think it would take long, but on the other hand you weren’t sure. You walked to the door, and left.
I sat and watched a little more T.V., then went to the bedroom to put on my pajamas. I sat on the bed and pulled my socks off. Then I pulled my shirt off over my head. Next I unclapsed my bra, letting my breasts spill out of it. My breasts had been cramped in there all day, so I started rubbing them. That felt good, so I took my nipples, and rolled them between my fingers, pinching them ever so slightly. I was getting hot! I then took off my pants and panties. There was a dresser across from the bed, it had a mirror. I lay back on the bed, and opend my legs, and studied the reflection of my pussy in the mirror. It was a beautiful sight. I couldn’t help it, I had to touch it. The moment I did, a thrill went through me, and I knew I had to do more. I began using 2 fingers, to rub my clit, and that felt even better. I kept rubbing and started to moan. Then I stuck a couple of fingers inside and began easing them in and out of me. Pretty soon I was literally finger fucking myself, my fingers going faster and faster, until I arched my body, and gave a long moan, and came.
Little did I know, but your friend wasn’t home, and you came back, and were puzzled to find I wasn’t in the living room. You thought I had maybe made a trip to the bathroom, so you sat down and waited. Soon you began to hear fast breathing and low moaning, and decided to go check it out. You came round the corner, and stopped. the bedroom door was halfway open, and you peeked inside. What you saw, almost made you cum on the spot. There I was on the bed playing with myself. You took your dick out of your pants, and started stroking it as you watched me. The faster I fingered myself, the faster you stroked, til you let out a moan, and I stopped, afraid that there was a burgler, or peeping Tom. I grabbed a blanket to cover myself, as you came in the room and shut the door. I was all red in the face and embarrassed at being caught pleasing myself. You said, Honey, I am so horny after watching you, that I have to have you NOW!
Not waiting another second, you put your hand behind my head and pulled me in for a very passionate kiss. While we were kissing, you pulled the covers off me, and stopped kissing me long enough to take my nipples and suck, and gently bite them. My hand reached out, and took your dick, and I started moving my hand up and down and caressing it. You then told me to lay on my right side on the bed, and you layed the opposite way, so we could 69. The moment your tongue touched my pussy, a shiver ran through my body, and I moaned long and low. I took your dick in my mouth, and started making circles around the head with my tongue. Then it was your turn to moan. You continued licking my pussy, and at one point, fucked me with your tongue. I can’t remember, how many times I came, my juices dribbling into your waiting mouth. I began sucking faster and harder with my mouth, as horny as I was, I licked and sucked that dick, for all I was worth. Finally, not being able to stand it anymore, you told me to get on my knees, and you positioned yourself behind me. We both gasped, as your dick entered my wet pussy. You began slow and steady, pounding me in a smooth rhythm. It got faster and faster, until your were pounding into me with all the force of a jackhammer. You grabbed my hips, and held on as you rode me faster and faster. We were both moaning and screaming, and then we came at the same time, our juices mingling. We lay side by side, breathing heavily, smiles plastered on our faces.
After a few minutes, we went to clean up, and you said Maybe I’ll come home early more often. We both laughed and continued dressing.
THE PUNISHMENT
Arriving home from work one night, I open the door, and find you standing in the hallway. You let yourself in earlier that evening. Your arms are crossed and you have an unhappy look on your face. You tell me to follow you to the bedroom. I follow, getting very curious, and somewhat excited, thinking of what we could do in the bedroom. When I enter the bedroom, you tell me what a naughty girl I was before I went to work. I innocently look at you and try to figure out what I could have done. You then get a sly mischievious grin on your face, as you tell me I will have to be severely punished.My eyes get wide as I open my mouth to protest, and you grab my hands, and sit on the bed, and pull me face down across your lap. You then tell me you are going to start with an old fashioned spanking. You raise your hand, and bring it down hard and quick, striking my cheeks, and making my ass sting. This all happened so fast, that it took me by surprise and I let out a yelp, and tried to get up. You stop for a minute, and tell me to lay still and take my spanking, and you may go easy on me……maybe. You began delivering slow slaps to my rump, then they get quicker and sharper. You continue spanking me while I moan and beg you to fuck me. you laugh and say no you don’t deserve it yet. You then tell me to stand up and remove the rest of my clothes. I undress, as my ass is stinging, and my pussy grows wetter. You then order me to get on my knees. As I do, you remove your pants, and tell me to start giving you the best blowjob you have ever had. I begin by licking the head in a circular motion with my tongue. then I place my open mouth over the shaft and lower my head down, until your whole dick is in my mouth. I began moving my head up and down, and up and down…faster and faster, bringing you to the brink of orgasm. Suddenly, you take your dick out of my mouth, and tell me to straighten up on my knees. You then place your throbbing cock on my chest, between my breasts. You then tell me to hold my breasts together while you fuck them. I ask why I can’t drink your cum, and you tell me I have been too naughty for such a treat. You then began moving your dick up and down between my breasts. You go faster and faster, as I squeeze them together over your dick. Soon you are groaning and grunting, getting ready to explode. You take your dick out from between my boobs, and finish, by jerking off until your hot cum shoots out of the head, and oozes all over my tits.
After we have showered, and cleaned up, I assume my punishment has been dealt and reach for my clothes. You tell me no no no….I’m not finished with you yet. You then grab my hand, and lead me to the bed, and tell me to lay down on my back, and spread my legs wide. As I do this, you grab 4 sets of handcuff. You tell me to close my eyes and think real hard about what I did, as you place the first handcuff, around my wrist. You attach it to the bottom leg of the bed, and proceed to cuff my remaining arm and legs. I breath heavily, wondering where this will lead. You climb up on the bed, and position yourself between my legs, and take your finger and lick it. You then put your wet finger, inside my pussy, and began easing it in and out of me, very very slowly. After a few minutes, I ask you to speed up….you just shake your head, and continue the slow finger fucking. Finally I tell you I have to cum before I go crazy, and you laugh and tell me you must increase the level of torture. You then take your finger, and begin rubbing my clitoris, gently applying pressure, and rubbing the little nub. I begain to moan and arch my body, as you rub faster, and faster. I am nearly screaming, as I thrash around the bed at the mercy of your fingers. All of a sudden, you stop, right before I cum, and stand up. I ask you what’s wrong, and if you are going to finish, and you shake your head, and tell me your fingers are too sore. When I ask you to take off the handcuffs, so I can make myself cum, you laugh evily, and lean over the bed, and begin kissing me. You then stretch your body out over mine, and slip your hot, now rock hard dick inside me. I nearly cum on the spot. You begin slowly riding me, telling me how my punishment is ending, and how I should not be so naughty next time. After a few minutes, you are fucking me so hard and fast, that I grab onto you and scream your name. At the same time, you thrust inside me, while shooting your load, deep inside my pussy. We are both spent, and totally satisfied.
As you are unlocking the handcuffs, I ask you what I did that was sooooo naughty. Removing the last cuff, you reply calmly….You forgot to kiss me goodbye before you went to work! We both begin to laugh, as we walk hand in hand to the bathroom, both of us knowing, how good the torture felt.

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