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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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SLAPPING A MIDGET

When do you slap a midget?
Ans: When he says, “Gee, your hair smells terrific!”

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Twat

I take my daughter to New York City and she meets Twat.

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Weekend at the Lake

I had just finished my last final of my junior year of high school. I couldn’t wait for summer to just relax and take it easy. As I was walking to my car, my buddy Mark asked if I had any plans for the coming weekend. I told him I was free; he insisted that I come down to his lake house with his family for the weekend to kick off the summer. Mark was loaded rich and had a mansion on the lake with plenty of things to do. I immediately agreed.
The weekend came and I rode down to the lake with Mark and his family. We got there and hopped on his family’s big pontoon boat. We spent the whole day on the water tubing and swimming. Mark was a running back on the football team, so his body was chiseled and very muscular. I couldn’t help but notice. He was a pretty tall guy with wavy brown hair, and a naturally dark complexion. I was in pretty good shape myself, as I was on the track team. I was skinny and fit, but not ripped like Mark was.
The day flew by and we all made our way back to shore. We ate dinner and played cards for the next few hours with Mark and his younger siblings. I think Mark could tell I was getting a little bored with hanging out with his family so much. It was already around midnight when Mark’s family said they were heading to bed. Being that Mark was so rich, his family owned the cabin next door too. His parents gave us the keys and told us that we could sleep over there; that way we could each have our own room and bed.
Mark and I said goodnight to his family and headed next door. Mark’s family had the philosophy that lake houses don’t need TV’s, so this cabin didn’t have one either.
“I’m sorry man. I can tell you’re bored”, Mark said.
“No I’m fine, it’s no big deal”, I replied back.
“Well, I have an idea of how to have a little more fun. Follow me,” he exclaimed.
I followed him around the corner to the bar area. He flipped a light on and before us sat a massive liquor cabinet stocked to capacity. He grabbed a bottle of bourbon and gave me a look. I was hesitant at first; I really had never drank before and I was worried his parents would find out.
“Relax. Look at how many bottles there are here. My parents will never know,” Mark said.
With the bourbon bottle in his hand I followed him to the living room where I sat in the recliner and he sat on the couch. He cracked open the bottle and we each started taking drinks of it, passing it back and forth to one another.
“Okay. I think this is more of the lake trip I had in mind,” I joked. A good 20 minutes went by of us just sitting there taking pulls of this bourbon. We were both starting to feel pretty buzzed.
Mark and I had always been pretty open with each other. We stated our opinions of other people and talked freely. I started talked about a girl named Sara that I had briefly dated earlier in the school year.
“I really hope things will work out with Sara this summer. She’s been going out with that David kid recently though,” I said.
“Psh. I wouldn’t worry about David; the kid’s gotta tiny dick anyway,” Mark exclaimed.
I laughed. “And how do you know this?”, I questioned him jokingly.
“He plays football with me and I’ve seen him in the showers,” he replied.
By this time I was starting to feel a really good buzz, and now the image of Mark in the shower with the football team popped in my head. This made my curiosity rise.
“So are you guys pretty open with each other in the shower?”, I asked.
“Pretty much. Everyone sees everyone so we don’t really have a problem comparing and what not.”, Mark said back.
I could feel a bulge growing in my shorts. I awkwardly shifted to disguise it. At this point I think Mark picked up on what was going on.
The bourbon was getting to me, and not thinking, I asked, “So how do you compare to most guys, Mark?”
Mark chuckled and put down the bottle of bourbon. He reached for his pants, pulling them down and giving me a quick flash of his flaccid dick. He was well groomed. I could tell that he regularly trimmed his pubes.
At this point I had a raging hard on. My dick had grown fully erect.
“Alright. You’ve seen me. Now let me see you.,” Mark said.
With this I got very nervous. I hesitated and wasn’t sure what to do. After a few seconds I pulled my shorts down, exposing my 7 inch hard cock.
“Jesus. You’re harder than rock right now.”, Mark said. I smiled.
“Here’s how we do things on the football team. When one guy gets hard, we all get hard.” he said
At that Mark slowly stood up and began taking off his shirt. His toned six pack was flawless and had the sexiest happy trail going down to his pubes. Next he slid down his shorts to his ankles and stepped out of them. He instructed me to come sit on the couch next to him.
I worked my way over to the couch and sat next to him. Mark told me to get naked. At this point I wasn’t questioning him anymore, but going by whatever he said. I removed my clothes. My hard cock still erect, I sat down next to him.
“Just relax. You’re going to like what’s coming,” he said.
Mark began rubbing his thighs and ballsack, working his way to getting hard. I couldn’t help but stare at his dick as he began stroking it. I began rubbing my own dick. Seeing him begin to pleasure himself only turned me on more.
Seconds later Mark was fully hard, and God his cock was beautiful. Circumcised and a good 8 inches hard. We each worked our dicks, just sitting there jacking off right next to each other. I could see Mark’s other hand rub his asshole with a finger. We exchanged glances and both smirked, loving every minute of what was happening.
I had never done anything like this with a guy before. I figured if I had gone this far I might as well keep going. I leaned over and grabbed a hold of his dick and shoved it in my mouth.
Mark looked really surprised. “The football guys and I usually just jerk off in front of each other, but damn that feels good,” he said.
I smiled and knew he felt the same way I did. I began sucking his cock, taking all 8 inches of him deep in my throat. Mark tilted his head back and closed his eyes in pleasure, clawing my hair with his hand.
We switched positions and began 69ing each other. Mark was sucking my ballsack and jacking me off. I was in heaven. He licked up and down my shaft, and put his lips over the tip of my cock, playing with me. I let out a slight moan of satisfaction.
Next I felt Mark begin to play with my asshole. He started slowly easing his finger in, and in felt great. This went on for another minute. I took his dick out of my mouth, leaned up and kissed him.
“Fuck me,” I whispered. Mark nodded in agreement.
I got down on my knees. He got behind me, rubbing his dick up and down my ass, teasing me with excitement. He began pushing his dick in my asshole slowly. I let out a moan of thrill as he pushed deeper and deeper inside of me.
Mark began pumping his cock faster and faster. He grabbed my dick and jacked me off. He slapped my ass and grinded harder.
“Don’t stop,” I told him.
Mark was fucking me harder and harder, and I knew what was coming next. He pulled out and let out a yell, blowing his massive load of cum on my back. I could feel his warm load run down my asshole. He laid there for a moment, and his breathing calmed down.
Mark sat me back on the couch and began going to work on my throbbing cock. He was sucking me all the way. My dick was hard as ever, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. I was panting as I shoved his head down deeper on cock. My dick tightented up and I tilted my head back as I shot my load deep in his throat. He continued sucking me, swallowing every last drop of my hot jizz. He rubbed my thighs and came back to sit on the couch with me.
We both looked at each other, our dicks still raging hard, and smiled. The rest of the weekend only got better.

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Pimped by Brother-In-Law 1

Hi everyone, this is taneesha shah, 28-year-old housewife, I am 5 ft 7” and my stats are 36c 30 38 and I would like to tell you how I got was pimped during a marriage by a cousin of my husband. It happened about 6 months ago, when Rohan (the brother in law) was visiting town for the marriage.

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I’m a Dirty Little Cunt

I’m breathing heavily. Master is giving me that look again. Any submissive knows the look I’m speaking of. It’s that hungry stare, that glint of mischief, and the surge of power that come when your Master is giving you that look. I instantly knew that I would not be going to sleep for awhile.
I shiver when I feel him move, his broad body moving beside me, his beard tickling my neck. I hear him breathe out a low sigh and then feel it brush up against the most sensitive part of my neck. His strong, firm hand runs up my curvaceous body painfully slow. He momentarily stops at my hips before he continues feeling up the side of my body, sliding his hand over the curve of my waist, and up further still. While I’m fully expecting it, I still let out a surprised moan when he roughly grabs my tit. He forces it up and grips it tightly, and then he lets it go. I have my eyes closed, wondering what he will do next, and just as I open up my eyes-SMACK!
He hit my large tit hard and I moaned in response. I squirmed a little and in a small voice I whispered, “Please Master, give me more.”
“You want more?” He said in a demanding tone, “You don’t get to ask slut!” His voice boomed, “You don’t get to say no. You can only sit there and take it, whatever I decide to do to you, you take it, because you are mine.”
“Yes Sir,” I moaned still shivering next to him. He was being mean tonight, normally he lets me beg, and ask for what I want. I’m not going to complain, though. I’m his dirty little cunt, and he has the right to do whatever he wants to me, and I’m not going to lie; I love it when he’s mean to me.
“That’s it, baby” he cooed, “If you’re a good girl for Master I might cum in your dirty cunt. You’d like that, wouldn’t you whore?” He punctuated his phrase with another hard slap to my tit.
“Mhmm, yes sir!” I moaned, leaning back into him, “I’d like it very, very much Master.”
He sat up a little higher and started to assault my tit. He slapped it hard not once, or twice, but upwards of ten times. Then he pinched my nipple, first gently, and then harder and pretty soon he was pinching my nipple as hard as he could and pulling it, making me moan in both pleasure and pain.
I could feel his hard cock pressing up against my ass, and before I could say anything he placed one of his hands around my neck and grabbed tightly, while the other spread my legs open wide and then went to my dripping pussy. As he began to choke me his fingers began rubbing furiously at my clit and I writhed in his arms.
I began to moan loudly and while I tried my best to keep my legs spread as wide as possible for my Master, the feeling in my cunt became so intense It was nearly impossible for me to keep my legs spread. I made the mistake of closing my legs and I was instantly reprimanded with a strong slap to my face.
“Keep your legs spread.” Master ordered as he continued to rapidly rub my clit.
“Yes Sir!” I moaned as he placed his other hand back around my neck.
I whimpered. His fingers rubbing my tiny little nub felt so incredibly good. It had only been a minuet and I already wanted to cum. The way he moved his fingers was heavenly, the amount of pressure wasn’t too much nor was it too light. It was perfect, and it felt perfect. I couldn’t help but moan out the entire time he played with my sensitive button. It took a few moments but once again I got lost in the pleasure and closed my legs again.
The punishment was the same. This time though it was two hard slaps to my face.
“Keep your fucking legs open you dirty little whore!” Master shouted “If you don’t keep your legs fucking spread open for me you do not get to cum, do you understand?”
“Yes Sir, I’m sorry Sir,” I moaned as he rapidly continued his work. I waited as long as I could but it became too much and I felt the need to cum.
“Master! Oh, fuck, Master! Please let your dirty little cunt cum! Please!” I whimpered while wiggling in my Master’s strong arms.
“Oh, does my little whore need to cum?”
“Yes, Sir! Please Master, please let your whore cum all over your hand.”
“Okay baby,” he whispered into my ear, “you can cum as long as you squirt like a good little slut.”
I nodded, “Yes, Sir!”
I moaned out loudly and bucked my hips into my Master’s hand and I felt my orgasm come to the surface and with one final flick of his finger I squirted on his hand and screamed. He shoved his fingers in my cunt as I came and after I was done he pulled them out and made me lick them clean.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured, kissing my hair.
“Now, slut,” he whispered, “bend over.”
“Yes Sir,” I moaned and the moment he had stood up I did as I was told, putting my ass high up in the air and keeping my face down in the bed sheets.
I didn’t feel him near me for a moment, but I knew better than to look up and search the room for him. Instead, I listened. I heard him shuffling in the drawer we have next to our bed. I waited for a moment and sure enough I felt him standing behind me. I then felt his large, strong hands grip my big ass. He let out a content sigh and rubbed my ass for a few moments, just feeling it in his hands. It felt good to have him rub my ass. He spread it open and put his thumb over my asshole and shoved it in a little, making me moan out. Content with that for now, he gave my ass a nice hard slap. He reached over to the side of the bed where he had put whatever it was that he had gotten out. I then felt him lift my arms and tie them together. I was also told to lift my head up and open my mouth and he tied the ball gag behind my head.
I could feel his gaze on my ass and cunt and it wasn’t long until I felt his ridged shaft pressing up against my dripping cunt. I whimpered around the gag and I wiggled my hips at him, the only way I had to beg. However rather than getting his deliciously thick cock in my tight little cunt, he slapped my ass. Hard. I moaned and shivered. I then heard him chuckle.
I waited a second, and when I didn’t feel anything I relaxed. However, that’s when Master decided to slap my ass with a leather paddle. I moaned out, and he did it again. He didn’t stop spanking me until my ass was bright red, and it was only then when he put the paddle down, roughly grabbed my hips, and forced his thick cock all the way into me.
He let out a sexy, low moan which made my entire body shiver. To me, my Master’s moans are the best praise. There’s no better way to know that I’ve been good than hearing that sexy, sexy moan he has.
I felt him begin to fuck me faster. I moaned loudly around the gag and that made him grab my hair and pull me upwards, causing me to clench tightly around his cock. He let his free hand off of my hip for a moment to slap my ass once again and partially spread it open. I could hear his moans getting louder and louder, and that made me tighten around him more and more. I could barely take it anymore. I was screaming around my gag and I could feel my second orgasm building in me and I knew it wouldn’t be very long until I had to cum.
A thin layer of sweat coated my body and drool was escaping my lips around the gag. I was rocking my hips back into my Master’s and I could feel him start pushing his cock harder and harder into me. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold in my cum. It felt too good to be so wonderfully fucked by my loving yet firm Master. His thick juicy cock just filled up my cunt to perfection and the harder he fucked me the more I wanted to cum.
Suddenly my Master paused. He let go of my hair and gripped my ass again, rocking his hips back and forth, simply watching my big ass cheeks jiggle. After a brief moment of that he clenched my hips and started pounding away.
He was going to cum, and he was going to cum soon. I knew it, and the thought of him cumming deep in my dirty little cunt made me want to cum that much more.
“Oh, that’s right my dirty little slut, clench that tight cunt around my cock. I’m gonna cum in your dirty little cunt, whore. When I cum I want you to fucking squirt on my cock, understand?” He demanded.
I moaned out a muffled yes and nodded and he pumped in and out of my cunt as quickly as he could and then with one last deep shove into my cunt, he came. And like the good little slut I am, I squirted around his meaty cock.
We both moaned and I shivered. He stayed buried in my cunt for a bit and when he did pull out he untied my gag and my hands and the plopped on the bed. I quickly snuggled up next to him and he pulled the covers over us. I was laying on one of his arms and the other draped around my waist protectively and I felt very loved and safe in his arms.
“I love you, baby. You were a perfect little slut tonight.” He whispered as he kissed my hair.
“I love you too, Master.” I smiled, “I want to be the best slut I can for you, Master.”
With one more kiss we both fell asleep and I couldn’t help but wonder how I got this lucky.

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DIFFERENCE BETWEEN STONES AND SCOTTISH SHEPHERD

What is the difference between the Rolling Stones and a Scottish shepherd?
Ans: The Stones said, “Hey, you! Get off of my cloud.” The Scottish Shepherd says, “Hey McCloud! Get off of my ewe.”

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Fantasy

My Voyeur Mom

VOYEUR MOM
Hardin stepped off the bus and surveyed his
surroundings. As he looked about the once familiar terrain
in the rapidly waning light of dusk, he reached up and
pulled his shirt collar away from his neck. The heat and
humidity was stifling here on the East Coast. Accustomed
as he was to the cool dry air of the Rocky Mountains where
he had spent the last two years of his life at Colorado
State University, he knew it was going to take a while to
acclimate himself to the local environment.
When his parents had divorced right after his
graduation from high school, Hardin had elected to take the
offered scholarship at CSU. Although his mother, Sharon
had begged for him to stay and go to a local college, he
felt it would be better if he left so his parents wouldn’t
be tempted to try to influence how he felt about either of
them. He still loved them both, although he was more fond
of his mother. The two of them had stayed in touch with
letters and phone calls on a regular basis. His father,
though, had seemed to lose all interest in Hardin and his
life.
“So be it,” he thought to himself as he pondered how
his mother was going to react to his surprise visit. For
a moment he considered calling her and perhaps getting her
to pick him up at the bus depot.
“Nah, it is only five miles and I think I’ll walk it,”
He mumbled softly as he hefted his duffel bag over his
shoulder.
As he walked his thoughts turned back to his last
visit with her at Christmas, just six short months ago.
His cock twitched as he remembered the vision of his 41
year old mother in a tight fitting denim skirt. Sharon had
lost about twenty pounds, and exercised regularly. The
divorce seemed to agree with her and she smiled often with
warmth and sincerity. Being single bothered her not in the
least. The funny thing was she didn’t seem to have any
boyfriends and didn’t appear to want any.
Hardin pondered this aberration as he strode into the
deepening darkness.
“She must be getting her needs satisfied some other
way,” He mused. “No woman that looks that good and is that
healthy would fail to have normal sexual urges.”
With a snort he berated himself for even thinking of
his mother in any sort of sexual manner. This had always
been a battle for him ever since he turned fifteen and
accidently walked in on his mother as she was putting on
her bathing suit. The image of her small, pert breasts
still loomed in his mind. Back then he often fantasized
about her as he masturbated in the late evening hours
before he finally fell asleep every night. Even though he
continued to feel guilty about these feelings, he still
found himself dreaming about her on frequent occasions.
A little less than two hours later he stood at the
front door of her little beach cottage. The house was dark
except for a bluish glow that emanated from around the
curtains in the living room. He could hear the muted sound
of the television through the oak door.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed the doorbell.
Seconds later he saw the curtain move slightly as
someone peered out of the window to see who was there.
Then a saw a light come on inside and heard a brief scurry
of movement. At the same time as he saw a light come on in
what must have been a bathroom, he heard the sound of the
lock being turned in the door.
“Hmmm, someone else is here besides Mom,” He thought
as the door eased open.
Slowly a face appeared in the doorway. “My God!
Hardin? Is that reaaly you?” Sharon asked with a catch in
her voice.
“Yep, in the flesh.” Hardin affirmed with a grin.
“You gonna just peer at me through the crack in the door,
or are you gonna invite me in, Mom?” He asked.
Sharon flung the door open and opened her arms wide to
embrace her young son. As she did so, the robe she was
wearing slipped open and Hardin caught a brief glimpse of
a well rounded breast as he stepped forward. Immediately,
he cock sprang to attention as he wrapped his arms around
her and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
As he steeped back, he noticed a flush to her cheeks
and caught a faintly pungent aroma.
“Did I come at a bad time?” He asked as he watched
Sharon pull her robe back together. “Perhaps I should come
back later?”
“Nonsense!” Sharon exclaimed as she ushered him into
the room and closed the door behind him. “There is no one
else here but your Aunt Denise.”
At that moment the bathroom door opened and Denise,
Sharon’s younger sister stepped out into the living room.
Wearing only a long T-shirt, Denise walked slowly over to
Hardin and gave him a warm hug and light kiss on the cheek.
At 38, Denise looked like she had yet to see her 30th
birthday. Unlike Sharon, who spent a lot of time in the
sun and had a golden tan, Denise was fair with a peaches
and cream complexion. In many ways she bore a close
resemblance to her sister with the exception of having
short blonde hair as opposed to Sharon’s long flowing brown
tresses. Each had high cheekbones that framed full lips
and dark blue eyes. Where Sharon was lithesome, Denise was
almost buxom. Her full round breasts jutted straight out
like a teenager’s yet they were almost twice the size of
her sister’s.
As Denise stepped back away from Hardin, he was once
again assailed by a faint aroma that made him think of sex.
As Denise backed away and surveyed her nephew, she
felt a slight flush come to her face as she remembered the
brief sensation of Hardin’s still rigid member as she
pressed herself against him.
The three of them stood mute for a moment and Hardin
took the opportunity to survey the room. The first thing
he noticed was the hiss coming from the now blank
television screen. Following his gaze, Denise quickly
stepped over and turned off the TV.
“We were just watching some dumb old movie, but it can
always be seen later,” She said as she turned back from
the console.
Hardin then noticed a pair of towels draped on the
furniture. One was at the far end of the couch and the
other was on the chair that was positioned next to it at a
90 degree angle.
Noticing his gaze, Sharon laughed. “We just got back
from a quick dip in the ocean and we weren’t quite dry
yet.”
Denise ran her fingers through her still damp hair.
“It’s great to see you again, Hardin. But I really have to
be getting home. I’ve got a date tonight and I should have
left already.”
“Ok, Denise. Let’s get dressed and I’ll take you
home,” Sharon said as she turned back to Hardin. “I
really don’t have much in the way of food here, wanna go
out to eat, Hardin?”
“Actually, I would rather not, Mom. I’ve got enough
dirt and grime on me to start a garden. Why don’t you just
pick up a pizza or something while I take a shower?”
Sharon glanced quickly over at the television set and
seemed to hesitate for a moment. Then with a shrug she
replied. “Ok. I shouldn’t be but about thirty minutes, so
make yourself at home.”
Hardin smiled and kissed her on the cheek as she
turned and walked toward the only bedroom. Momentarily she
paused in the doorway as Denise slid by her. “You will
have to bed down on the couch, son. But you can put your
clothes in the hall closet. I have a small dresser in
there and I have put some new things in there for you.”
“That’ll be great, Mom,” He said as he bent over and
opened his bag.
Moments later, as he stood in the shower he heard the
front door close as his mother and his aunt left. Knowing
he was alone, he stepped out of the bathroom nude and
headed for the kitchen. Returning with a glass of orange
juice, he stopped by the TV and flipped it on. As he
settled down into the chair, he felt something under his
leg and reached down to retrieve the offending article. As
he did he must have pushed one of the buttons on the device
for the VCR clicked on and the picture on the TV came to
life. As he looked at the device to see which button
turned it off he glanced over at the screen. What he saw
made him freeze in place. Mouth agape, he watched in
fascination at what transpired in the video.
There before him was a scene right out of his deepest
fantasies. For the picture was of a small living room
whose walls were lined with couches and chairs. Seated
throughout the room were nude men and women and they were
all masturbating! As the camera panned around the room he
thought he saw faces he recognized. Then two particular
faces came into view. One was his mother and the other was
his Aunt Denise. They were seated on a couch with a young
man between them. Both of them were focused on the man’s
lap as he slowly stoked his cock. His head was back as his
eyes were closed. Hardin could tell he was close to
cumming and in mute fascination he watched as his mother
shoved three fingers into her wet snatch and brought her
other hand to bear on her clit. Denise, meanwhile, was
frantically fucking herself with her right hand as she
mauled her breasts with her left.
As he watched, Hardin’s hand crept down to his own
turgid member and he began to stroke it.
The camera panned further and Hardin noticed another
face he recognized. It was his Senior year English
instructor, Mrs. Falcon. Bernice Falcon had been the
subject of many a mastubatory fantasy of his. She was only
ten years his senior and had the body some models dreamed
of having. Like Denise, she was not one to go out into the
sun very often so her skin was creamy white. With a start,
Hardin noticed she had a bald beaver. He remembered
looking up her dress at school when she would sit on the
desk in the back of the room as the students did their
classroom assignments. He was always dropping his pencil
or making some other excuse to look down and peer back at
her shapely legs. Several times he would get brief
glimpses of white panties as she would cross or uncross her
legs. He used to fantasize that she did that on purpose
just to tease him.
So engrossed in the video was he that he failed to
hear the sound of the car as his mother drove up in the
driveway. He wasn’t aware she was home until the door
opened and she walked in.
Hardin froze in mid stroke, aghast that he had been
caught. At first, Sharon didn’t see him as she set the
pizza down on the table next to the door. Then she glanced
over and saw what was playing on the TV. Her hand flew to
her mouth as she stood in horror. Quickly she spun about
to behold her son sitting in the chair, his hand still
wrapped around his now diminishing member.
The two of them just stared at each other. Then,
galvanized into action, Hardin reached over and snatched
the towel off the couch and covered himself with it.
“I’m sorry Mom! I accidently hit the play button and
the movie came on before I could turn it off, and……”
Hardin cried out.
Sharon felt her face grow red with embarrassment.
Slowly she walked over and sat on the end of the couch near
her son.
“It’s ok, Hardin. I understand. But I want you to
understand something,” She said as she fumbled for words.
“You see, I belong to a very unique club. What with
disease and other problems these days, I didn’t want to get
involved in dating again. Denise told me about this club
where everyone just sits around, talks dirty and
masturbates. No intercourse or anything else, just watch
and be watched. Since I have always been real fond of
playing with myself I thought this might be a neat idea.”
She paused in her narrative to gather her thoughts.
“Hardin, I found your little stash of porno magazines when
I moved out of the old house. At first I was going to
throw them away but I got curious to see what you liked.
When I saw all those pictures of women masturbating and
some of the stories I read of public sex, I got so turned
on I masturbated right there on your bed. I kept those
books for a long time and I used to read them every night.
Sometimes I would spread the pictures out on the floor and
bring myself off while I fantasized that they were all
there in the room with me and watching me jack-off.”
As she related this story she couldn’t help but notice
Hardin’s cock was growing again.
Hardin meanwhile just sat mute, filled with mixed
emotions but the most powerful one was lust. The idea of
his mother standing in the middle of a bunch of porno
pictures and “Jilling-off” as she put it, was just about
more than he could bear. Without realizing what he was
doing, he slid his hand back under the towel and began to
stoke his aching cock.
Sharon saw his hand disappear under the towel. With
a twinge of guilt, she realized her pussy was beginning to
leak profusely.
“Hardin, what are you doing?” She asked as she looked
pointedly at his lap.
Glancing down, Hardin was once again overcome with
embarrassment. “I’m sorry Mom,” He said as he once again
withdrew his hand. “I can’t help it. Seeing you on the
video and now hearing you talk about jacking off while you
looked at some of my dirty pictures got me real excited.”
Sharon felt her breasts swell as she regarded her son.
“You mean you are turned on by my being in that video? You
get excited watching your Mom play with herself?”
“I can’t help it! Hell, I used to fantasize about
seeing you nude, Mom. But seeing you stick three fingers
up yourself really got me going. I’m sorry. Does that
make me a pervert?”
“I don’t think so, Hardin. Truth is, I used to get
hot when I did your laundry. Sometimes I would find cum
stains in your shorts and on your sheets and I would
frequently wish that I could catch you one day. Shit, I
would get so hot that I would push myself against the
washing machine and allow the vibrations to get me off.”
“Ohhh, Shit!” Hardin said as he reached down and
squeezed his cock. “Mom, I’ll be right back. I gotta go
take care of this,” Hardin said as he started to get up.
Sharon reached over and placed her hand on his leg.
“Sit down, Hardin.”
As he sat back in the chair, she leaned back against
the couch.
“Do it right here. I want to watch you jack off that
nice big cock of yours.”
“But Mom, I can’t do it with you watching!”
“What if I do it with you? Hardin, Denise and I were
both sitting here, watching that movie and “jilling-off”
when you knocked on the door. I need to cum too, and I
would really like to watch you cum. My pussy is getting
wet just thinking about it!”
As Sharon leaned further back, her right hand stole to
the buttons on her blouse as her left reached down and
pulled her skirt up, revealing the fact that she didn’t
have any panties on. Slowly, the fingers of her left hand
began to slide up and down her wet slit as she fumbled for
the buttons on her blouse.
“You like what you see, Hardin?” She asked as her
breasts came free. “You wanna watch your mother cum?”
“Oh, God, YES!” Hardin snorted as he flung the towel
to the side.
“You really like to watch women do this, don’t you
Hardin?” Sharon gasped as she slid down further on the
couch and eased two fingers inside.
“Oh yeah! I would rather watch this than fuck,
any day!” He said as he stared at her lewdly splayed legs
and thrusting fingers. “Use your other hand too, Mom! I
want to watch you play with your clit and fuck yourself
with your fingers.” He snorted.
“Oh yessss! I love it! Watch me do it, Hardin.
Watch your horny Mom get herself off. Your big cock is so
beautiful and my pussy is soaking knowing you are jacking
off over my pussy playing.”
Hardin rose out of the chair walked over and stood
between his mother’s outstretched legs. “This is so
freaking hot! You are gonna make me cum!” He said as his
gaze alternated between her busy hands and her lust filled
gaze.
“Look in my eyes, Hardin. Look in my eyes and watch
me cum. I am almost there!”
“Ohhh, yeah! Me too. I’m gonna cum.” He said as he
focused on his mother’s lust filled features.
“Cum on me, Hardin. Cum on my stomach and breasts! Give
it to me!”
“Gonna do it Mom, gonna cum…..NOW!” He exclaimed as
his hips began thrusting and the pearly white semen
squirted out of his cock. As the drops of cum landed on
her breasts, Sharon let out a squeal.
“Yesssss! I’m cumming! Oh, God! Ohhhhhh my God! It
is sooooo good!” Sharon said as she thrust three fingers
into her hot hole and bucked wildly on the sofa cushion.
Then her legs tried to clamp together, forcing Hardin to
step back a little. With a low moan she rolled on her side
while still cupping her hot sex with both hands. Hardin
watched her as she lay there and shook. Once in a while he
would see her whole body shiver in orgasmic spasm.
Finally, after about five minutes, she opened her eyes and
looked up at her son.
“God, that was incredible!” She gasped. “It has been
a long time since I came that hard!”
“Yeah, me too.” Hardin affirmed. “I have never seen
a woman cum like that before. You are really hot!”
Sharon smiled as she slowly stood up. “Let’s have
some of that pizza, I could use the energy.” She smiled.
After reheating the pizza, the two of them sat down at
the dining room table and began to talk.
“Have you always been this hot, Mom?” Hardin asked
with a mouthful of cheese and pepperoni.
“Yes, I guess so. I have always masturbated at least
once a day and sometimes more. I think it is what chased
your father off. Several times he would come home either
unexpectedly or early and catch me jilling off in front of
a soap opera or in the bedroom with a romance novel in my
hand. I guess that was bad enough but when he caught me
renting porno videos he got disgusted and left.”
“I never met a woman that got real turned on by
watching.” Hardin averred.
“Oh, there aren’t a lot of women who will admit it, but
given the right material, most women will experience
arousal if it is something they particularly like. The
problem with women is they seldom will even admit to
themselves what would turn them on.” Sharon paused to
reflect a moment.
“You know Bernice Falcon? She likes to show off. She
says she gets wet just having a guy look at her. Guess you
would say she is an exhibitionist.”
“Yeah? I always suspected she was letting me look up
her dress in class.” Hardin grunted. “I used to jack off
at night thinking about her panties.”
“You and quite a few others, from what I understand.”
Sharon laughed.
“How did Denise ever approach you about the club?”
Sharon blushed. “Well, to tell you the truth, I am a
bit of a peeping Thomasina, I guess.”
“Huh?”
“I was staying over at her house one night. We had
drunk a whole bottle of wine between us and our inhibitions
kinda slipped. So we started talking about sex and stuff
and I started getting horny so I went to bed. As I was
getting undressed I noticed the bedroom light come on next
door and I saw this nice looking guy start taking his
clothes off. I was already in my bathrobe, so I quickly
turned off the lights and watched in the dark as he
stripped completely down. He had a nice erection and I
decided I wanted a better look. So I snuck out the door
and walked over to his house.”
“Really? You went over to look in his window?”
“Yeah, funny huh? Like I said, I think I was a little
drunk. Anyhow, when I got there I got right next to his
window. Guess what? He was lying on the bed and jacking
off while reading a Penthouse. I can’t tell you how horny
that made me. Next thing you know, I was standing outside
his bedroom window, my robe fully open and just rubbing
away at my pussy when I felt someone touch me.”
“Whoa! What a trip!” Hardin said.
“Yeah, imagine how I felt. Caught masturbating while
looking in some guy’s window! I could have died!”
“So, what happened?”
“It was Denise! She had followed me over and was
watching me the whole time I was watching him. Funny thing
was, she was watching him doing it too!”
“Doing what?”
“”She said she used to watch him almost every night
and jill off with him. She kinda freaked cause she was
gonna come over there and do it and was real surprised when
I beat her to the punch. Then she told me how she got
really hot watching both him and me at the same time.”
“Anyhow, we talked and that is when she told me about
the “club.” So now you know the story. I’ll tell you more
as we pleasure and watch each other while you are here this
week.
-=[ THE END ]=-

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Make You Take Me

We had been having sex almost from the beginning. It was a relationship where you were having sex before you actually considered yourselves to be dating, despite not seeing anyone else at the time. We met at a time when she was separated from her second husband, with a divorce pending. Whatever the quality of her sex life was in both her marriages in the beginning, in the end, it was dismal. Both her husbands ended up being emotionally and physically abusive. At best, the way she described sex, it seemed to be a ‘wifely duty’, endured but not enjoyed, and often silently loathed. At worst, she never said, but I can only assume sex was taken from her unwillingly and abusively.
But when I met her, I would have never guessed that she had such poor sexual experiences for the past 10 years or more. We had gone out a few times, and at her home one evening, it began with gentle kissing, caressing, and ended with sweet love making. I guess I came across one of those women that was just starved for good sex with someone who cares about her, which I did very much, and everything really was wonderful.
We grew a lot together, sexually speaking. Living out fantasies or playing on desires that had never been realized before. We never went so far as anything sadistic or masochistic, didn’t introduce others into our sex life, and never did anything that we didn’t think the other wouldn’t like. It ranged from lovemaking by soft music and candlelight, to mutual and lone oral sex to orgasm with no penetration, mutual masterbation, to rather hard-core fucking porno-movie style.
But early in the relationship, while talking about sex, she mentioned that she thought anal sex was wrong, implying it was a moral sin of some sort. I held no such belief, even though on only a very few occaisions I had done such things. A few months later, discussing previous sexual encounters (and trying to avoid admitting to have had anal sex with another woman), she bluntly asked me if I had had anal sex before. I couldn’t lie, so I told her I had. Wow, the next few hours were less-than-pleasant with her. Despite having a quite open relationshiop and free discussion of limits of sex, even when referring to previous partners, she didn’t much appreciate my previous sexual acts in this arena, regardless of the very minor exprience I had.
She told me again how it was wrong, and even said it was ‘dirty’. Not ‘dirty’ in a provocative or sensual manner. She said ‘dirty’ in a way a mother chastizes a child for wanting to handle or investigate a dead bird. ‘Dirty’, as in the mere matter of being near the creature would bring disease or even death upon the one in the dead animal’s presence. With that in mind, I never approached her with any prospect of anal sex.
So, despite a deep and wanton desire of anal sex, I never actually asked for such action. Anal sex has always been a form of gratification that turned me on. I really have no idea how or why…it just did. But, knowing her stance on the matter, I kept the fantasy to myself.
But somehow she must have known. In our open attitude towards sex, I guess one evening she felt compelled to let down her predujice and let her body be used for my unspoken desire.
She came home rather drunk from an evening out with a friend of hers. I had worked late (but she came home later), and was already in bed, naked as usual. She sweetly snuggled next to me ‘spoon’ style as I lay, almost asleep. I knew she was drunk and more horny than usual, but I had had a long day, and had to be at work early the next day again. I would have been content to fall back asleep with her in my arms in the few minutes it would normally take. I have no idea why or where it came from, but she whispered to me:
‘Will you have anal sex with me”
So, I immediately went from a few moments from deep sleep, to instantly aroused. In my mind, I knew she was just feeling particularly happy to be with me, and wanted to do anything to please me. I think the thought of her wifely duty from her previous husbands may have been running through her mind. But the sudden pressure between my legs took over control and didn’t particularly care that she would likely change her mind once I were inside her backside.
Weakly, I sputtered, ‘Honey, are you sure”
I knew I didn’t particularly care whether she said yes or no, but hearing her say ‘yes’ loosed my inhibition.
I was still somewhat tired (having been in bed for a while by the time she came home), but figured this was a very rare moment. I tried kissing on her neck and shoulders to entice her, but I’m sure my actions were clumsy. It wasn’t long before I reached for the KY we kept in the bed’s headboard cabinet. I tried to be romantic as I lubed my hard-on and her anus, but I doubt I was.
Since I had little experience with anal sex, I didn’t know what advice to give her as I pressed my cock to her puckered ass. I pushed myself into her, maybe past the head of my penis. At this point, I tried to evaulate her response. She had never been very vocal or verbally response to anything I did to or for her, so I had to ‘sense’ whether she liked it or not. Now, with only a small part of my cock inside her backside, I sensed she might not enjoy this. However, I still hoped that the initial feeling of discomfort and inhibition would pass for her. She didn’t object, and so I pressed myself more fully into her.
She didn’t exactly stop me, so I started sliding myself back and forth inside of her backside. Knowing how much she loved vaginal sex with me, I caught on quickly that this didn’t feel as enjoyable to her. I don’t know why, but it didn’t stop me. Her tight, virgin ass felt so exsquisite to me, I thought I would cum inside of her in a moment or two. I actually hoped that I would orgasm quickly so that I could have my wish so fast that it wouldn’t hurt her too much to want to try again some day. But, my heart knew that her pleasure wasn’t the same as mine. It was like trying to get a kiss on the cheek from a girl I knew didn’t want me to kiss her at all.
But, I was already inside of her. My cock was half-deep inside an ass I had wanted to fuck for months. I wanted to be gentle, and sweet, and loving…but it was almost like it was too late for that, and I would never have a chance to try again. I grabbed her hips, and pushed against them until I felt my hips against her buns. She winsed, and tensed up. At this point, I knew her body was no longer as willing to accomodate her love for me as her mind was a few minutes earlier.
Again, I was already inside of her. Her tight asshole squeezed around my cock in a way I had never felt inside of her before. From her body language, I knew that I would never get this chance again. I figured she relapsed into the feelings of having to endure sex with someone that she experienced when she no longer enjoyed sex with her previous husbands. I still held her firm, my full cock inside her ass. She ever-so-softly whimpered.
Something came over me that I had never felt before. I was actually angry with her. I felt inside that she deserved to feel pain or discomfort for even asking me to do something she knew I wanted to do but wasn’t really hoping I would accept the proposal of. Even though I loved her, I wanted to fuck her in a way she didn’t want to be fucked…and I didn’t care.
In this spooning position, with my cock inside her dark, ‘dirty’ hole, I wanted to fuck her out of my own deep desire…but wanted to fuck her even more because she didn’t want me to be inside her like that any longer. Never before had I felt like that, but knowing she wanted me to stop, turned me on even more.
I started sliding my cock back and forth in her ass, feeling the urge to fuck her until I came, and the thought of doing her this way made me even hotter. I knew I was hurting the woman I felt very deeply for, but I just didn’t care. I wanted to fuck her tight, tender asshole until I filled her with all the cum I had. It envigorated me, and I began thrusting harder and deeper inside of her.
Then, something that I didn’t expect happened, and it turned me on even more than I coul d have imagined. She cried out:
‘Baby, you’re hurting me…..please, stop.’
Hearing her on the verge of begging me to stop made me want to fuck her ass all the more. I wanted to make her hurt, I wanted to make her beseech me to not cum inside of her bowels.
And then she said it. She whimpered:
‘Honey, stop it….please don’t. Don’t cum inside me like this. I don’t want it. Please, baby….please…’
With those words, I couldn’t hold back. Something inside of me wanted to punish the one I so dearly loved with the most painful and intrusive sex she had ever known. I thrust myself harder and deeper inside of her ass, mercislessly pounded her virgin hole without remorse. I fucked and I fucked and I fucked her asshole. To my surprise, and dark appeasement, she began whimpering tears and choked pleas.
‘Please, honey….pleeease. Don’t. Please, stop. I don’t want this anymore. I’m sorry. Anything for you, but please stop. Please don’t cum inside of me like this. Baby, please stop. Please, baby……pleeeeaaaaase.’ I could feel her body quiver as she quietly began sobbing in pain and sorrow.
Despite all the feelings I had for her, I didn’t want to stop. The tingling and excitement I felt at both the physical feeling and dominance I felt was too much to let go for her sake. I knew it would only take another moment or two and it would all be finished. And then she said what I wanted to hear:
‘OOOOoooooooowwwwwwwwwww- uuuuuuuuucccccccchhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!! It hurts so much, honey, pllllleeeeeasssseeee don’t cum!!!’
With that, a vibrating sensation sprang from deep within my loins. It started with a pressure somewhere near my bladder, and I felt my balls contract as the pressure exploded from hips, to my ass, and then from my cock to inside of my lover’s bowels. I couldn’t stop it then, and wave after wave of orgasmic release jet inside her beautiful body. I quivered and pulsed, allowing the full pleasure my orgasm fill her dark side with more of my cum than I could have imagined. I felt my own warm fluids begining to escape from her full backside and fill the area between her backside and my hips pressed against her.
In near exhaustion, I wrapped my arms around her, clutching her close to me. I kissed her still quaking shoulders and held her, hoping to show her that I still loved her. I was still inside her as she openly sobbed in pain and disappointment. I tried to withdraw from her as gently as I could, but at this point, any care was useless.
I wanted to hold her and tell her ‘I’m sorry’ but I knew any apologies would be of little comfort to her. The moment she was free of my embrace, she rolled to the other side of the bed, and got up. She hurried to the bathroom, where I heard a bath being drawn, and quiet crying. My guilt kept me in bed, hoping she would come back, so that I could muster some sort of apology.
It must have been an hour or more later when she came back to bed, and even then she stayed well out of reach of my soft, cuddling apologies. We must have laid in bed for two or three hours before she rolled over to face me. I was never good with explanations of bad behavior. So, she began:
‘Honey,’ she said, ‘I’m sorry. I know you like that sort of thing, and I wanted to please you.’
‘Its my fault,’ I said, ‘I pretty much knew you wouldn’t like that. I should have just not said ‘ok’ when you asked. Baby, I’m really sorry. I know I hurt you and I would never do that intentionally. I would never ask you to do something you didn’t want to.’
The next few hours were spent apologizing back and forth, each trying to make it more our own fault than the others’. Just before dawn (when I had to get up for another long day of work), we finally made amends. We both agreed that we were both sorry and had forgiven each other, and that no one was actually at fault.
After another long day of work that day, we went to bed together, and had the softest, most gentle and sweet ‘make-up sex’ we had ever had. We fell asleep very happy and content, in each other’s arms.

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Surrender

Come over here and lay down next to me
There is something I want you to see
Hold out your hand and close your eyes
I want to give you an erotic surprise
Shh… don’t say a word just lay there still
I have a secret fantasy to fulfill
Won’t you surrender your love to me?
You won’t be disappointed just wait and see
I will not hurt you I just want to take charge
I can already see something in your pants growing large
I will move my mouth from your head down to your toes
Then work my way back to your thing that grows
After I am done I will ride the horse until we are both equally satisfied of course
I will take my time to make it last forever
I love when our bodies are close together

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