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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
The Bear
al-bear@ix.netcom.com
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 for 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
her 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 erection, 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 forth 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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GLENDA
The Bear
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