Finally the BEAR has completed to at least a small
degree of satisfaction, another original story. This one is
unusual for the BEAR in that both participants are adults,
so there is not any youthful sex in this one.
You will find that like all my stories, the two really
love each other, and sex themselves into a fully committed
relationship. There is no domination, no sadism, and nothing
but good, hot sex, made better by love and caring.
If this is "...Too sweet..." for your taste, then
kindly don't read it. This is the kind of stuff I write. If
you like it, then tell me so. And the rest of the net, too.
There's all kinds of the rough and perverse stuff out
there, and unless you ask for and encourage it, those of us
who like to write the "sweet" stuff might give up and quit.
If you like it, say so, and ask for more.
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GLENDA
ONE
I was on my way home from work one day. While stopped
at a traffic light, I noticed a particularly good looking girl
walking along the road a little ways ahead. While I was admiring
the way she walked, I realized that another guy, passing in a
pickup truck, was looking at her too, and was looking so hard he
nearly drove off the road. I laughed.
When the light changed, I began to drive off, and took a
better look at the girl as I drove by. It was my turn to almost
drive off the road. I knew her! She was the middle daughter of
three of a friend of mine. I slowed down. She saw and recognized
me, and began to wave, so I pulled over and stopped.
She came running up to the passenger door and I reached
over and let her in. She scrambled in and said, "God, am I glad
to see you, John!"
"Well, I'm always glad to see you, Glenda. It's been a
good long time, though. I haven't seen you in a couple of years."
I said. She'd started giving her mother hell at about age 12, and
by this time she had been living pretty much on her own for quite
a while, because the two of them just couldn't get along. I knew
that she had lived with another family for some time, and then had
moved in with a series of boyfriends. She had recently moved back
home again. But that was all I really knew for sure. I had seen
her maybe a dozen times, in the intervening years. We hadn't
spoken more than a few dozen times in between. Just enough to
stay acquainted and keep memories alive. She was now in her
late twenties.
"God, you are really beautiful, though. I almost didn't
recognize you on the street, there. You were always a pretty
little girl, but you've turned into one hell of a good looking
little woman." She is very tiny. Her size has always been a
running joke and topic between us. I've always contended that
when one is very tiny and has the build that she does, it is
extremely sexy. She - on the other hand - has always contended
that someone who is very large in stature, like myself, looks
better. "Do you need a ride home? Or somewhere else?", I added.
She's about four foot nine, and built to perfect scale.
It's a very small scale, but in what I consider absolutely perfect
proportion. Since she began to grow up, her figure has gotten
slowly and slowly closer to perfection. Her breasts are small,
yet full, round and womanly. They'd be tiny on anyone else, but
because of her size, they seem quite large and round. They stand
proudly up and out on their own. She also has real hips and
womanly thighs, even though they are proportionally small.
She has a waist that I can close my hands around and touch
fingertips without any real effort. She might weigh a hundred
and ten pounds after a large meal and soaking wet. Her hair is
streaky - blonde, she has green eyes, and a face that starts
stopped clocks, and men's imaginations. Well, mine, certainly.
"Thank you. I appreciate the compliment. It hasn't done
me a lot of good in life, though." She paused. "Home? No. I
just got thrown out of - or left - my Mom's house again. And
I'm damned if I'm gonna go back there right now." She was looking
positively grim. Although tiny, she has a strong will, and is not
easy to influence. Like many small women I have known, her size
is an inverse indication of the size of her character. She was
a dynamic individual as a child, as a woman she was even more so.
"Why? Wanta tell me what happened?" I asked, genuinely
curious. I have always liked Glenda. Maybe she needed an ear that
was willing to listen.
She thought about it for a couple of minutes. I looked
at her, and she was looking at me with a kind of strange look on
her face. "What's the matter?" I asked.
"I'm just gonna feel kinda funny telling you some of the
stuff I think I'm gonna say. I mean, you've been my Mom's friend
for a lot of years. I remember you reading me stories when I was
eight or nine. I used to fall asleep on your lap." She replied.
"You've always been there for us when we needed you. I guess I
kind of feel odd about it, but I do need to talk about it to
someone." There was a soft tone in her voice that was unfamiliar
to me.
I'd dated her mom for a number of years before I realized
that she and I would never be anything more than friends. That's
okay, but Glenda reminded me - now more than ever - of the side
of her mom that I had always been attracted to.
"Glenda, you're grown up now. I'm your friend too. If
there's anything I can do, all you have to do is ask. I remember
those story sessions, too. Very fondly. I know you and your mom
have not been getting on, but that's okay. I promise you that
whatever you say will stop here, and I also promise you that I will
not judge you. I'll just listen." Was my answer.
"Yeah. You've always been like that. Okay. Here goes."
And she began telling me the story of what she had been going
through from her perspective. I do not choose to go into it
in great detail here. Suffice it to say that she had been through
hell. And due to her Mom's well intentioned house rules - which
Glenda had difficulty accepting - she felt at a very early age that
she had no choice except to move out, and try and find another place
to stay.
Here, let me add that her mom is a real sweet lady, of
good character and of a generally kind nature. Of all her kids,
however, Glenda has always reminded her of herself. Because of
that she has always been a little more aware of the picadillos
that Glenda - being energetic, adventurous, and intelligent -
was quite likely to be involved in. Mom had pretty much done
the same general kind of things herself as a girl, but could no
longer admit it, even to herself. Her mom is very religious
and believes firmly that there are certain moral things that a
"good" girl should not do.
When Glenda discovered her first orgasm at age 11, that
started a disagreement that was still going on. Glenda explained
to me that she really likes having orgasms, and genuinely can't
understand why her mom seems to be incapable of understanding
that it feels good. The irony is that if her mom had been able
to accept her masturbation, it might have stopped there, but
because her mom just couldn't accept that, Glenda became more
determined to experiment, and not long before she turned 14, she
found a willing boy (real mystery there, eh?) and had full sex
with him. Not being the kind of person to hide things, she
wasn't too careful, and mom found out. That's when things
really began to go to hell between Glenda and her mom.
I knew all this from her mother's perspective. It was
interesting to hear it from Glenda. Who am I trying to kid.
It was exciting. Glenda had always been my favorite. When
she started to do all the wild, sex-crazed girl-stuff, (her mom's
phrase) I was a little disappointed in a way, but it also - to
my own surprise - it kind of turned me on. I was more than a
little confused by these feelings at the time, and it took me
a long time to reconcile the sexual feelings I found that I was
getting with the love I already felt for the child - Glenda that
I had cared for and grown to love.
Truth be told, the woman - Glenda was one of the most
desirable women I had ever seen. She was a lovely little girl,
became even more attractive as a teen, and now she was downright
beautiful. In fact, to be totally honest, I was a bit jealous
of her lucky boyfriends. One of the reasons I had kind of
distanced myself was that I was uncomfortable with my
attraction to her.
Anyway, after she told me about this friction between
her and her mom, I let her know that her Mom had confided some
of it to me back when it was all happening and that I understood
how she felt. I did not, of course say anything about my own
long standing attraction to her. I'd never mentioned that to
her. She was visibly relieved at my instant acceptance, and
continued on with her tale.
She'd eventually run away from home. She had been
placed in a foster home, and stayed there quite a while, because
she had been able to get regular sex from both the son of the
family and eventually from the father too. By the time the man's
wife found out, she'd found a steady boyfriend, and was able to
move in with him.
This boyfriend was older than her by seven or eight years,
and had a good job, but turned out to be abusive. After a while she
left him, and moved in with her older sister, who had just divorced.
After a few years she found another guy, much older than the first
guy, and well established, and moved in with him. He wasn't
abusive, but he had a penchant for alcohol and drugs, and this
eventually killed him. Glenda was broken - hearted for a long time.
She'd really loved this guy.
Finally, she'd tried to move back in with her mom again.
But her mom's moralistic stand on her sexuality started driving
her crazy. When her mom came home from work a little early
today and had caught her playing with her favorite vibrator, that
had been another argument. Glenda had gotten dressed and
left. I had come along, and boy, was she glad. She'd had no
idea where she was going to go.
I found thoughts of that sexy little body doing such things
to be almost more than I could handle, and forced my mind to
stop seeing those arousing mental pictures.
"Could you put me up for a few days, until my mom cools
off some? Maybe I can go back home, then." She asked.
"Of course, Honey," I said. "I'd be a real heel if I
didn't help you out." What else could I do? Leave her on the
street for some bozo like that pickup truck driver? No way.
So I took her home with me. What else could I do? One thing
was sure, I'd have to be careful to marshal my own thoughts.
TWO
Spilling out some of her feelings had made her feel a
little bit better, but she was a little surprised that I already
knew so much about what she had been going through. "Well, like
you said. I've known your mom for a long time, and she needed
to talk to somebody about what was bothering her. I've always
been the sort of person that other folks found easy to talk to.
Maybe that's why you're comfortable in telling me so much.
"I read between the lines pretty good, too. I knew you
were getting sexy not very long after your mom caught you even
though she never said anything directly about it. She can't
even say the word 'sex' much less accept the idea that it might
feel really good, and with the right guy might even be nice."
I said. ("Oh yeah!" said my mind. "And boy, would I like to
be especially nice to you, you gorgeous little thing!"). (AAhhg!
Shut up, mind! Leave me alone and stop that!)
"You know, of course that your mom loves you and worries,
and you should know just as well that I care, and you also should
know that nothing you say to me will ever go to anyone else's ears
from me. I listen. I never ever repeat what I hear." I concluded.
"Yeah. Well, I guess so. You are a really nice guy.
I remember how much I enjoyed your visits whenever you came over.
All us kids liked having you around." She paused a moment. I
stopped at a light, and looked over at her. A big smile slowly
came over her face, and she almost visibly relaxed. "In fact,"
she added, "I may only stay with you a couple of days, but I
feel really good about the idea. I feel better about it the
longer I think about it."
"Glenda, I'm glad. I don't have a big place, but you
are welcome to share it as long as you need to. But I think
your mom will cool down in a couple of days, and you'll be able
to go back home." It would be interesting to have company
for a few days. (But please, dear one. Not for too long.
I am - after all - only human.)
I stopped at a K-Mart and spent a few bucks on her, so
that she'd have some of the feminine necessities of life. She
had left in a bit of a hurry, and didn't have any girl stuff
with her. My bachelor pad could provide some things, but I
knew she'd be more comfortable if she had extra underwear
and such-like. She'd get one of her sisters to bring her more
stuff later if she needed it. For now, she said, she'd just as
soon not talk to anyone but me. "I need the chance to think a
while, and to be away from everybody. You're right. They all
love me and care about me, but they all have opinions. I don't
want to listen to that stuff for a while. I just want some quiet
and to be left alone."
Once home, I proceeded to trash my usual schedule of a
nice relaxed evening of watching the news, and a little TV, and
spent the whole evening quietly talking with Glenda. As I say,
I had always been very fond of her - (FOND! Yeah, and mice are
'fond' of cheese, too.) - anyway, and as she continued
to open up to me, I found her to be truly intriguing, and I
began to feel even closer to her. I had no thought that she
was finding me as good a company as I was finding her.
She had to go to work fairly early in the morning, just
like I did, so about nine we began to prepare for bed. I folded
down my couch-bed, and made it up as she showered. Then I took
my own shower, shaved, and prepared my own bed. Both beds are
in the same room, so we lay in bed and talked for quite a bit
longer before we went to sleep.
A couple of hours into the night, I was awakened by
a yelp, and then crying. I was at her side instantly. She was
a little disoriented at first, but as soon as she recognized me,
she put her arms around me and held me close, and began to cry
her eyes out all over my naked shoulder.
It seems that she'd had a really bad dream in which she
relived some of the more unpleasant things that had happened
between her and her mom. Glenda is a sweet girl, and genuinely
loves her mom, and feels guilty about the frictions between them.
I held her close and let her cry and talk it out.
Finally, she felt a little better. I had her tiny form
on my lap, holding her, cuddling her, comforting her, just as I
had when she was a little girl. Now she was a woman, and I was
trying very hard to not think of just how much woman she was.
I was also trying very hard to not think how beautiful she was,
and how good she smelled. I didn't want to get an erection and
give her - or myself - the wrong idea. I was feeling really
guilty at even thinking of Glenda in sexual terms, since she was
depending upon me as a friend and protector. But she was so
sweet, so beautiful so - well, there in my lap.
I made it. After a while, I stood up with her in my arms,
tossed her up in the air a bit - making her whoop - caught her, and
placed her gently back on the bed. Then I tucked her in, kissed her
on the cheek and blew in her ear - making her giggle - and went
back to my own bed.
An hour or so later, I was awakened by a small warm form
cuddling up against me. "Glenda?" I said. "What in the world
are you doing?"
"I'm getting into bed with you." She answered. "I don't
usually have bad dreams, and I can't sleep now. I figure that if
I crawl in with you, I'll feel more secure, and I'll be able to
sleep."
"Oh. Okay." What else could I say. Besides, she's
such a cuddly little bundle of sweetness, that I kind of liked
the idea. I wasn't awake enough to consider the dangers that
we were putting ourselves in for, and for the precedence that
this might set. I was asleep in minutes. I guess she was too,
because she didn't wake up again that I know of.
The next morning when I awoke, she was still there, just
as closely snuggled up as she had been the night before. I lay
there, and enjoyed sniffing her odors as she continued to sleep
on for a few minutes. When the alarm went off, I had the pleasure
of watching her eyes flutter open, and then watched thoughts
flutter across her face as she remembered where she was and
how she had gotten there.
She stretched against me, and cuddled. "Oooh. Thanks
for taking me in. And thanks for letting me sleep with you. I
slept really good. You make a nice snuggle pillow."
I had to smile real big at that. "Thanks, honey. But
don't ever tell your mom. She'd have real trouble understanding
that we could sleep together and not have sex." The instant I
said that, I felt something intangible pass between us. I wasn't
sure what it was, but I could see that she felt it too.
I didn't understand til later that it wasn't until I
brought the idea up that she considered it as something even
remotely possible. Until that instant, I had been on her mental
'forbidden' list, despite her own long repressed desires.
You see, I found out that she had always had a big-time
crush on me. She had at first wanted her mom to marry
me, because she enjoyed my company so much. Later,
she had begun to see me as an attractive partner. She isn't
quite sure why, but she has found that she prefers men who
are both quite a bit older than she is, and that are very large
and strong, although the body-builder types don't tickle her
fancy at all. She thinks that her early attraction on me may
have something to do with it. She blushed when she told me
that her first masturbation and orgasm had been done while
thinking of me. I blushed too, a little. But I was flattered.
It didn't help any when I rolled out of bed, and she
saw that I had a big morning hard-on. She cooed, and smiled,
and teased me about it. Then when she saw it was making me
uncomfortable, reminded me that she had lived with two men
before and knew about such things, and apologized for teasing
me.
Trouble was that she apologized by hugging up to me and
giving me a big kiss. In the process, she managed to catch my
erection between our bodies, and squeeze it. It felt good.
Too damn good. It felt a whole lot better than I liked.
"Ooohh. Thanks for letting me snuggle with you. I
really hate sleeping along. I miss James a whole lot, but I miss
him most of all when I'm in bed alone. You're even cuddlier than
he is, though. He'd never let me hug up to him all night long
like you do." She said. James was the boyfriend that had
died. He too, was a big guy.
When she let go and moved away. She was just a little
too bright eyed for my liking. I began to suspect that she was
beginning to get a little turned on herself. I changed the
subject immediately, and we got dressed, made and ate breakfast,
and made plans for the day.
I dropped her off at work, and continued on to my own
job. It was a good work day, but I couldn't stop thinking about
the tiny yet full form that I had held against me all night, and
how good it had felt to hold her close that morning. Later I
found out that she pretty much thought about the same sort of
things all day long.
Three
I picked her up from her work and we went home. It had
been a particularly hot and tiring day, so she headed for the
shower immediately. She started shedding clothes the minute we
hit the door. When she finished, she came out wearing another
one of my tee shirts. As we ate dinner, and chatted, she
mentioned that she was feeling a little warm even yet. I didn't
think much about it until she stood up and stripped off the tee
shirt. She spent the rest of the evening running around in one
of the cute little bra and panty sets I had gotten for her.
I'd bathed and stripped down to boxer shorts myself. It was
not easy watching a little beauty like Glenda alternately bounce
and lounge around my apartment without getting turned on. As
I've said she has turned in to one hell of a good looking and
desirable woman. Especially since I'd been wrestling against
my desire her for years anyway.
When bedtime finally came, we turned off the lights and
got in our separate beds. I hadn't even had time to settle in
when she hopped off the sofa-bed and flopped into my bed next to
me. I put my arm around her, and gave her a big hug. "Well," I
said, "It looks like you still don't like the idea of being
alone." I caressed her back, and suddenly realized that
somewhere along the way she'd lost her bra.
She felt my hand caressing her, and pressed her firm and
bare little tits against my side. Her hardening nipples felt hot
against my skin. "Oooh. That feels good. Scratch my back for
me?" She asked.
I did so gladly. She wiggled and moved against me, and in
no time at all, I felt an erection start to form in my boxers. I'd
been trying to avoid that all night, and now here it was.
She noticed it almost as soon as I did. She contrived to
press her thigh against it, and made me groan. I reflexively
pulled her closer to myself, and hugged her close. I felt something
soft brush against my lips, and as I opened my eyes, I found my
sweet Glenda placing a gentle kiss on me. It was threatening to
grow into something I was not yet prepared for.
"Whoa! We gotta stop this right now! Glenda, you are really
something, but this we cannot do. If we do anything more, I am not
gonna want to stop, so whoa." I said. She looked at my raging
erection, and my flushed face, and smiled. "Honey," I said, a little
more calmly, "Don't think I don't find you attractive. You are truly
gorgeous, and totally desirable. But I'm too old, and I've known you
too long, and you're too young, and I'd feel guilty. Besides, your
mom would KILL me." ("Even if I have wanted you for years, and even
if I DO want to do it, I just can't." I told myself.)
"Yeah. I understand." She said. "I'm sorry, I know I
shouldn't have done that. But I'm feeling a little hot and bothered
myself, and when I felt your erection, I just reacted. I wasn't
thinking. I can't help it if I've always thought you were pretty
neat, too. Really. I was just reacting, not thinking."
"I know, hon. I was just reacting myself for a second there.
But I think you'd better not sleep with me tonight. You are just too
attractive, and you smell too good." As an afterthought I added,
"And you taste awful nice, too."
She giggled. Then she thanked me for the compliment. And
she went to our own bed. We turned the lights out and talked a
bit more. As we talked, her talk slowly turned to things that she
had done over the years, and I found that as she described some of
her sexual adventures, my arousal grew rather than retreated. The
little minx had really affected me.
After a bit I began to gently dry-stroke my erections, trying
to be quiet about it. I didn't want her to notice. But as I did so
I began to suspect that she DID know. It was something in her voice,
which I cannot identify exactly. Some breathless quality, and some
kind of rhythm that I could scarcely detect.
After a while, she sat up, and turned on a light, and caught
me in mid-stroke. I looked at her with my erection grasped in my fist,
too surprised to flip the sheet back up. As my eyes became accustomed
to the light, I realized that her panties lay off to one side, and that
she was now completely nude. One hand was moving over her beautifully
formed breasts, and the other was busily moving around between her legs.
I groaned as I realized what we were probably going to do. I
gave in to my desire and temptation, and the excitement of seeing her
delightful body displayed like that. I began my own rhythm again. She
got into sync with me, and after a few minutes moved back over to my
bed. Despite all the talking we had been doing, neither one of us
said a word.
We lay there side by side, stroking ourselves, each watching
the other person intently. Then she reached over and moved my hand
from my erection to her vagina. She began to stroke me. After a
bit of hesitation, I began to explore her finely formed little body.
She was very accomplished. Her hand knew just how to move,
and just when to stop and speed up.
I found her erect little button, tweaked it a few times, and
explored the rest of her slit, slowly, gently and carefully. Then as
I began to slide my finger into her opening, she thrust up very hard
against my hand. forcing my finger deep into her body with the one
motion. We lay there entangled, and masturbated each other for
quite some time.
Then as she started to moan and groan, reaching towards her
first orgasm with me, I began to feel my own insides start to get
ready to let go. She suddenly flipped her body against mine,
causing me to roll over on my back. She lay atop me, pressing
her body against mine, capturing my hand inside her, and her hand -
still wrapped around my personal property - between our bodies. We
lay there, pressing and thrusting against each other in ecstasy.
I have no idea how long we came against each other, but it was one
of the most intense and sensual experiences in my life.
When we finally began to recover enough to move, she just
opened her beautiful eyes, and looked into mine for a while before
rolling off me. She was so light that her body, laid on mine felt
like a feather, not a burden. Our bodies were covered with the
sticky juices of love. She smiled languidly at me.
"Ooohh. That was really nice." She said softly. "Thank
you very much. I needed that a lot." After a pause, she added,
"Let's go clean up some. We're a sticky mess." And she took me
by the hand, and led me to the bathroom. We took a while washing
and sponging each other clean.
"Glenda, I won't lie to you. That was really nice, and I
enjoyed it very much, ("I could tell." she giggled.) but good gosh,
girl, this is NOT a habit we want to get in to."
"I know. But just this once won't hurt, will it? And now
it'll be okay if I sleep with you again." She smiled at me. How
on earth could I deny her? We went back to bed, and cuddled up
together again. Her naked body felt so good pressed against mine.
I began to have a feeling that I was in for a whole lot more of
Glenda in my life than I had ever planned on.
Four
Sure enough, when I awoke the next morning, I had the usual
morning erection. Trouble was, I also had Glenda pressed against it.
I was curled up on my right side, and she was inside the circle of
my arms, nested against me like the cutest little spoon in the world.
My erection was captured between her legs, and was perilously close
to being in the happiest place on earth. (And I DON'T mean Disneyland!)
When I tried to pull away, she protested, opened her legs more, kind
of hooking the top one over my body and pulling me in. She thrust
back against me so hard that I thought I felt myself begin to
penetrate into her little body.
"Oh, god, Glenda. I want to so much, but you know we
shouldn't. It isn't right." I groaned. But I didn't move away
again. "We can't. I'm too old for you and you know it. Even
if I have been in love with you for years, it doesn't matter.
It would still be wrong, and a betrayal of your mother's trust.
Not to mention yours."
I didn't know, but those unguarded words, "I've loved
you for years. . . " were so exciting to her that she suddenly
no longer cared. She no longer cared what her mom, the world
or even I thought. She just wanted to enjoy me, and to feel me
enjoy her. Trust and betrayal was right out the window, and
she only wanted what she needed right then.
"I know. But I don't care what's right, and I don't care
what's wrong, I just know that you are what I need right now. I
want you." She turned her face to mine and kissed me. "Besides,
I've always wanted you, too. Where do you think I got the habit
of picking steadily older men? I've always wanted you. It was
you I always thought about when I masturbated when I was little.
And what's more, I want you to want me." She moved her hands
to mine, which were still cupping her breasts. That's where they'd
been when I woke up.
She moved my hands around with hers until I began caressing
her tiny but perfect little boobs on my own. Her nipples peeked
alternately between my fingers, bringing fourth little moans of
pleasure. I found the silken feel of her body totally intoxicating.
My mind begin to whirl.
"Do you mean that all these years, you've had a crush on
me? That you would have come to me at any time?" I asked
breathlessly.
"Yes. I've always wanted you."
Once free to roam, her hands had migrated back down, and
teased my erection closer to a direct line for penetration. Then
she gave a slight roll of her pelvis towards me, and I felt the
head of my rigid penis begin to enter slowly into her small body.
"Glenda," I said, "It's still wrong, but I want to do this
to you - I mean WITH you - so much." I applied a bit more pressure.
She was SO tight! But she felt SO good to me.
"Oh, GOD, John. I want you. I've always wanted you. Even
when you were dating my mom, I didn't really want you as a dad, I
wanted you to be mine. Now I have you here, and you're almost in
there. Please. Love me. DO it. Give me yourself. Take me." Her
voice was shaky, and I could no longer fight against what I so much
wanted to do, and had wanted to do for years, and apparently what
she had wanted too. I gave in and gave her the penetrating thrust
that she had been wanting.
"Oh, YES! OH! That feels wonderful! Oh, I like it so
much!" She pressed back against me harder, and I felt myself
bottom out. I pushed just a little harder, her body conformed to
mine, and I felt my pelvis grind against hers. She whimpered in
joy. I stayed still, holding her body against mine as hard as I
could, unable to go any deeper in, but perfectly happy where I
was. She began to vibrate in excitement.
I began to roll myself against her, staying deeply
penetrated, but trying to rub the base of my erection against her
clitoris. It must have worked, because she began to cry out,
in joy and pleasure. I kept it up until she began to have orgasm
after orgasm. Her juices began to splash about between our
bodies as her excitement peaked. I held her against me and
enjoyed her enthusiastic coming until she finally began to
calm down.
As soon as she relaxed, I released her from my encircling
hold. As she began to weakly protest, I ignored her and rolled
her over on her back. I brought myself back to her entrance,
and once more shoved deep inside her little pleasuring body.
She gave another cry of excitement, and then added, "Oh GOD!
That's going in even DEEPER! Oh YES! I LIKE it.! Oh John,
you are SO good. I always knew you would be. I always knew
it would be like this. I really like this a LOT!"
I now began to thrust in and out of her in earnest.
She was right with me, in time and in tempo, and we made love
with enthusiasm for quite a while. Then as I began to reach
towards my own climax, and told her so, she said "Oh, John,
This is SO good! But I want you to know. I went off my birth
control a couple of weeks ago because I ran out, and didn't
think I'd find another boyfriend. Much less get you, the man
I've always wanted. So this is for real! And I like it, and
I want it! Oh GOD! I'm gonna come AGAIN! And this is gonna
be the hardest come I've EVER had!"
She wrapped her legs around me, and locked her ankles.
I tried for a moment to dislodge her grip so I could pull out,
but she is awfully strong and did not want to let go. I finally
gave up and came inside her. She was right. It was one of the
hardest orgasms she had ever had. Me too. It was a long, long
time before we were even able to move. I barely managed to roll
over to one side so that my exhausted body didn't crush her.
Five
We lay there in each other's arms, panting, and puffing,
and trying to recover. It took a while. In fact we were both
so wiped out that after consulting with each other a while, we
both called in to work and reported ourselves sick.
And we were. Love-sick. Remarkably, after a good
breakfast, and another bath, and a long long time of kissing,
caressing, and exploring each other's bodies, she managed to
bring me up to another erection, and this time, we made long
slow love. I explored every square inch of her sweet little
body with my hands and with my lips with as much enthusiasm
and skill as I possessed. She returned the favor to me, and
we raised our mutual level of arousal slowly higher and higher.
By the time I finally entered her again we had really
done some serious exploring. Since I had expended myself twice
already in the last 12 hours, I was able to go on and on and on.
I gave this tiny girl whom I had seen grow up, and whom I had
loved for years, orgasm after orgasm. I pleasured this small
-sized woman whom I had known as a child, and who had loved me
as a child and was now loving me as a woman, over and over again.
When I finally had my own orgasm, she once again insisted on
taking my seed as deep into her womb as she could, exulting
over her possible fertility.
Once again it was too good. Way too good. Not too good
to be true, but too good to resist. Once again we lay cuddled
in each other's now familiar arms, fulfilled, expended, relaxed,
and totally happy.
"John?" She said.
"Hmmm?" I answered.
"Uh, I think I have a problem."
"You mean getting pregnant?"
"Nope. I mean that I think that I'm gonna want to do this
with you lots more. You're really a good lover. I've never enjoyed
sex like that before. I thought I had really been there. But you
really pleasured me something great. Just liked I'd always imagined
you would. Thanks" And she found my lips with hers and kissed me.
"What I'm trying to say is that I love you, John."
We gently explored each other's lips for a while before I
answered. "No problem. As long as you don't mind hanging
out with an old fella like me. And as long as you don't mind my
being in love with you and somehow, someway, getting you to
actually marry me. You see, I love you too. I have for years."
"You kidding? This is great. You are great. I'll marry
you - if you're really serious - as soon as I can figure out a way
to get my mom and family to go along with it without a whole bunch
of crap. And I don't care if I do catch, I've been kind of wanting
to have a kid anyway. And if it's your kid, nobody needs to know
except me and you, okay?"
"Okay. If you say so. But how are we gonna get together
often enough? I'm gonna want you frequently, now."
"Don't worry. I'll find a way."
And she did too. But that's another story. If you want it
told, you'll have to ask Glenda if it's okay. After all, we're a team
now, and she gets as much say as I do. And I love it.
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