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Ball and Chain
by Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com

MF wl


Dot and I are getting married Saturday. My friends kid me about losing
all my freedom. Some freedom! The way I figure it goes something like
this: 

On Sunday morning, I'll be waking up naked with a naked Dot beside
me.

John will be waking up in bed by himself with his mom pounding on his
door.

I'll be kissing Dot awake. She'll be kissing me back. I'll be running my
hands over her luscious curves. I'll be feeling her smooth thighs, her lush
butt, her so-soft breasts.

The softest thing Greg will be feeling is an old T-shirt.

I'll be kissing more than Dot's lips. I'll be kissing down her throat. I'll be
kissing her until I reach her lovely breasts. I'll be sucking on her nipples
and stroking her mound. I'll be exciting her as long as she can stand it.
When she is ready for me, wanting me, needing me, I'll be entering her
tight tunnel.

The tightest thing Bert will be going through is his bedroom door.

I'll be sinking my cock deep into Dot. I'll be exploring her pussy with it
while I'm exploring her mouth with my tongue. I'll be enjoying both
explorations. I'll be tasting her sweetness; my most sensitive part will be
feeling where Dot is warmest and smoothest. Dot will be enjoying the
explorations, too. She'll be tasting my tongue with her own. She'll be
feeling my one hand holding her breast and my other kneading her butt.
She'll be feeling my shaft sliding in and out of her tight entrance; she'll be
feeling its strokes tickle her clit. She'll be feeling the crown of my cock
rubbing across her G-spot. She'll be feeling my cock fill her again and
again. 

The only use Pete will be getting from his cock is a piss.

Dot and I will be climbing the mountain together. We'll each be feeling
our own movements and the movements of the other. I'll be feeling her
tightness around me. She'll be feeling my hardness filling her. When I'm
moving into her, she'll be rising to hold me deeper. When she's sinking
into the bed, I'll be withdrawing in preparation for another stroke. I'll
feel her butt clench in that movement. She'll be feeling my hand clasp
her. I'll be holding her nipple as the excitement tightens it; she'll be
hugging my cock as it swells in the final preparation. We'll be watching
each other's faces as our pleasure distorts them. I'll be pulsing inside
her; she'll be clasping around me. 

Ted will be eating corn flakes all alone.

I'll be lying in Dot's arms. We'll be sharing our after-glow with no fears
of interruption, no curfew, no guilt or shame or need to hide. We'll be
lying together until we -- the two of us -- need to do something else.
Then we'll be doing that together.

John, Greg, Bert, Pete, and Ted will be getting together to decide
where to go to see if they can meet any girls. I won't be at that meeting.
I suppose that's the freedom that I'll be lacking in marriage. Somehow,
I don't think I'll be missing it all that much.


The end
Ball and Chain
by Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com
20010/10/14

For another picture of wedded life, see:
/~Uther_Pendragon/story/late.htm

The index to almost all my stories:
/~Uther_Pendragon/index.htm