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Saturday, July 31, 2004

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Good Wife University (GWU)
by bobbi jo

Chapter One -- A Cry for Help

Darlene didn't want her marriage to end. She and Dwayne were
still together after twelve years "for the kids" but they fought
constantly. Marriage counseling didn't help. During one
session, Darlene broke down, crying, "I want to be a good wife. I
just don't have any self-control." The counselor said that he
couldn't give Darlene self-discipline. They gave up counseling.

Oh, they agreed on some things. They scrimped and saved to buy
the kids a computer for Christmas in 1993 before home computers
were 'in'. Now everyone has a computer. Although the monthly
cost strained their budget, they subscribed to an on-line
service.

While the kids were in school, Darlene set aside time to learn
how to use the computer. Once she felt comfortable with it, she
began to explore on-line and found a group discussing marriage
problems on a local bulletin board. She read a lot and posted a
few times. Then, among the spam, she found an e-mail message:

Date: Fri, 2 Feb 1994 18:51:08 -0500
anonymous <instr21goodwife>
Subject: GWU
Mime-Version: 1.0
text/plain; charset="us-ascii"
Status:

If you're serious about becoming a good wife and mother,
reply to this message. We can help.

Expecting some sales pitch in the next message, Darlene hit the
reply button. Now, three months later, she was signed up to
attend a twelve week long class--starting tonight.

--

Kim was enjoying the evening. Roger said that she needed 'wife
training' if they married. At first she objected, but gave in
when he issued an ultimatum. Her three previous marriages had
failed, at least partly because of her. She was determined to
make this one work. Although their courtship lasted only a few
weeks, she felt she had found her soul mate. They had been
married one month and one day.

Roger was sophisticated, liberal, masculine, sexy, and
everything else Kim wanted in a husband. He was dark-complected
and handsome with a rugged, squarish jaw and piercing inky black
eyes. At five-six, he was a nice match for her five-one if you
rounded up a half an inch. With her AmerAsian heritage, they
made a striking couple.

This was supposed to be the beginning of her wife training, but
it looked more like an ordinary cocktail party to Kim. Everyone
was dressed up, but very different. Dan, Debbie's fianc�, wore
an $800 suit and $200 shoes. Dwayne's suit came from a discount
store and his well-worn shoes weren't even polished.

Discussions centered on the foibles of modern marriage. Kim
admitted past mistakes and told stories about why her previous
marriages failed, once she discovered that everyone else was
also having problems. Kim admitted that she pouted and withheld
sex when she didn't get her way. Other women said that they had
done the same.

Chris said that a wife should always be available for sex. She
argued convincingly that a good wife should drain her husband
sexually using every trick in the book, describing how she
played 'dress up' and 'dress down', bondage games, masseuse,
hooker, dominatrix, and even sexually promiscuous daughter for
her husband. Kim found Chris' stories strangely arousing.

--

Laura felt out of place in the elegant country home. This was
supposed to be the start of a course in wifery. As she looked
around, she felt frumpy, overweight and under dressed. The only
thing she and Bill had in common with the other couples was
marital problems.

Their sons were grown and gone. Both boys graduated from college
and were starting successful careers. Both married wonderful
young women and Laura was looking forward to grandchildren. Her
favorite daughter-in-law, Sissy, recommended this 'wife course'
when Laura confided that she and Bill were stuck in a loveless,
sexless, going-nowhere marriage.

"I want us together for the grand kids," Laura tearfully
confessed to her daughter-in-law. "I don't know how we're going
to make it."

So here she was, frumpy, dumpy, chubby -- well, fat -- and
willing to try anything in a last ditch effort to hold their
marriage together "'til death do us part."

Two months ago, she applied for admission to GWU. She and Bill
both completed very explicit and personal surveys, instructed to
keep their answers from each other. Then they underwent thorough
physical exams. Finally, on Friday, June 7, she stood before a
notary and signed up.

--

"Let's get together," Clarice yelled, clapping her hands in the
middle of the room to get everyone's attention. Clarice was
living proof that older women are sexy. Slender and dressed in a
black dress that few twenty-year-old women could wear, she was
stunning. Generous cleavage showed above a tightly laced bodice
that hugged her narrow waist. Her shapely legs were displayed by
a slit that went from the hem all the way to the top of her thigh
and showed peeks of stocking tops.

Clarice looked her age, 52. Wrinkles showed in her face and her
dark brown hair was flecked with gray, but she was noticed by
every man in the place. Her sensuous grace was complemented by a
perpetual smile. She flirted with every man there. Now she
took charge.

"Find seats and get comfortable," she called out, not quite as
loudly now that conversations were quieting. "It's time you
ladies found out what you've gotten yourselves into."

Conversational cliques, mostly men with men and women with women
broke up. Couples rejoined and found seats together on the
sectionals in the home's great room. The middle of the room was
open with everyone facing the center where Clarice stood.

"Thank you all for coming. I'm happy you're here. We'll start
with a symbolic gesture, placing the 'chains of love'.
Husbands, please shackle your wives."

Two women passed out leg shackles and each husband knelt and
closed the steel cuffs around his wife's ankles. Darlene and
Debbie felt a shiver of fear as cold metal pressed against their
nylon-clad ankles. Kim felt something else, a twinge of
arousal. Laura's husband gave her a sensuous kiss, a deep
Frenching that embarrassed her. She tried to pull away. PDAs
always embarrassed her.

"It's too late to back out now. For the next twelve weeks,
you're prisoners of love. Your experience will be far better
and far worse than you've imagined. I know you're wondering
what's going to happen to you. Well, it's time to find out. I
think I'm a good wife but it took a lot of work to become one,"
she continued. "Pleasing my husband is my life. I'm
ecstatically happy now that I've learned how to please him. All
of you will learn to please your husbands."

She paused, looking at the new women knowingly. Then she
continued so softly that everyone had to listen intently to hear
her. "And one thing that you are uncomfortable with is sex.
Sex. S-E-X. In twelve weeks, you'll love sex and your husband
more than you can imagine."

"I'm going to put on a little demonstration," she snickered, "I
do this for my husband. He loves me to play his 'slut wife'
occasionally. It's supposed to shock you. Don't worry. You
don't have to be as nasty as I am to be a good wife, and you
won't ever have to do what I'm about to do." As she spoke, she
pushed the straps on her dress off her shoulders and reached
behind her back to lower the zipper. Smiling, she let her dress
drop away to display sagging but still attractive breasts that
tilted up, topped by chocolate colored and very erect nipples.

The newcomers looked on in shock as she pushed the dress down
her hips to display a garter belt and stockings, her only
undergarments. "Come on, hon'. Time to dress mommy," she
grinned, gesturing to her husband. He held a corset clutched in
one hand and a pair of boots in the other.

Kim jumped up, yelling, "That's it. I'm out of here."

"Too late," Chris said. "You agreed to complete the course.
You're..."

"Fuck you, bitch!" Kim shouted, starting toward the door but
hobbled by the shackles. "And take these gawd-damned things off
of me right now."

Three women calmly got up. Peggy, the oldest at 55, went to a
case against the wall and returned with leather cuffs and other
bondage implements. Chris snatched Kim's arm and twisted it
behind her, bending her arm painfully while the other two
buckled the leather cuffs around each wrist. Kim screamed
obscenities until a harness was buckled onto her head and a red
rubber ball was pressed against her lips. She clenched her teeth
to resist the gag, still mouthing a string of cuss words through
her teeth.

The other women were too shocked to move. Clarice told them,
"It often starts this way. You all agreed that we might use
corporal punishment and restraint to get our lessons across.
Ladies, there's no escape now. Your education has begun. Either
you can enjoy learning new things or you can spend the next
twelve weeks in bondage with your body striped with whip marks.
It's your choice. Now back to my demonstration."

Redmond, Clarice's husband, laced the corset tightly onto her
body, then relaced it three times from top to bottom until her
fifty-year-old figure was hourglass shaped and her breasts were
pushed up into delectable mounds of flesh, erect nipples showing
over the top of the cups. Then she sat on a cocktail table while
he laced boots to her feet.

When she rose, the new women couldn't imagine how she could walk.
Her toes were pointed straight down with stiletto heels that
looked a foot tall just behind the pointed toe tip. But she
stood gracefully and accepted a sensuous kiss and hug from her
husband before walking back to the middle of the room in short
swinging steps.

"So who'd like to be fucked and sucked?" she asked, looking
around the room. Her eyes stopped on Laura. "Your husband is
aroused. His cock is hard. He's ready for sex. Will you strip
yourself and give your husband the relief he needs?"

Laura just blushed and shivered in embarrent.

"Hon', I know your hubby's cock is up. He'd like sex right now.
Just a few minutes ago, you wouldn't even let him kiss you. In
a few weeks, you'll be able to do this and enjoy doing it."

Clarice gracefully fell to her knees in front of William and
opened his fly. He was so hard that she had to unbuckle his
belt and unfasten his pants to free his erection. She smiled at
Laura as she pursed her lips and slid them down onto Bill's
prick. Then Clarice flattened her back and pushed her body
forward so Bill's average but still substantial erection
disappeared completely in her mouth until her lips were buried in
his thatch of pubic hair. Her nostrils flared, and after a few
moments she had to withdraw enough to breathe, slurping up and
down his shaft.

"You can do this," she whispered to Laura as she pumped Bill's
cock with her hand. "You can please your husband sexually and
oh, you can't imagine the rewards."

"Oh, Lord!" Bill groaned as Clarice returned to sucking him. It
took only seconds before he thrust his hips forward and emptied
his sperm into her mouth. She looked up at him, grinning around
his softening cock, gently licking and sucking it clean for
several minutes until it limply slipped from her lips.

Although the new women didn't think it was possible in those
shoes, Clarice tilted herself backward and gracefully rose
straight up to a standing position and tip toed over to Dan.
She turned her bottom toward him.

"Fuck this old pussy, stud. I need it. It'll make Red horny
and happy too. Please, oh, please fuck me. Do it hard!"

"If you want, you can strip yourself and beg him to take you
instead," Chris told Debbie. "You need to lose your inhibitions
so you can compete with sluts. Do you want your husband to fuck
you? Right here? Right now?"

Everyone looked at the poor girl. "I don't.. I.."

"It's all right," Chris said clearly. "The old lady wants to
show off, don't you, Clary? We all start out inhibited. Go on
Dan. She's ready for it."

The young man looked at his fianc� uncertainly, then at the
slender buttocks framed by the corset and hose tops.

"Is it OK, Deb?" Chris asked in a stage whisper, "Wouldn't it be
hot to see your young stud fuck an old lady? You're not married
yet. It's not even adultery."

Debbie passively let Chris take her hand, unbuckle her fianc�'s
belt, and then open his slacks. Debbie was in a daze,
mesmerized by what was happening. Dan was hard and ready. He
kissed his future bride, then knelt behind Clarice. He
positioned his cockhead at the entrance of Clarice's hole and
thrust forward.

"Aahh, yes," Clarice gasped. "All the way. Go."

In two swings of his hips, Dan was buried inside Clarice, his
belly pressed against her butt.

"Don't move," Clarice panted.

As everyone watched, the older woman's gluteal muscles clenched
and relaxed rhythmically, causing Dan to groan, "Oh, gawd, what
are you doing!?"

"She's milking his cock with her cunt muscles," Chris explained
softly, not wanting to break the erotic spell. "At an age when
some women are incontinent and wearing diapers, Clary can milk
the spunk out of a man without moving anything but her internal
muscles. She's incredible. I'm still developing my muscles in
there and I'm getting pretty good, aren't I, hon'?"

"You sure are," Bruce, her husband, agreed.

"But one of our rules is that the man is always right," Chris
whispered to Dan. "If you want to fuck her hard, go ahead.
She'll love it!"

"Gawd!!" Dan screamed shrilly, twitching in a way that let
everyone know that he was filling the older woman's pussy with a
big creamy load without thrusting at all. A few seconds later he
fell back, his softening but still large prick gleaming with a
coating of his spunk and Clarice's juices.

"Thanks, stud," Clarice whispered, swiveling around on her knees
to gently lick and suck his cock clean. "Now I'm going to be
selfish," Clarice said loudly, again standing. "I need to get
off. I need a triple fuckin' gangbang to end my demo. Who
wants my cunt?"

Roger needed no prompting. Dwayne lay on his back on a sturdy
cocktail table so Clarice could stretch a condom over his rod
before she settled onto it with a moan. She urged Roger to
penetrate her bottom hole, finally just ordering him to "fuck my
ass!"

Chris, Peggy, and Doris stripped so each could please her own
husband. Chris offered Red relief but he declined, saying he
loved 'sloppy seconds' and was especially fond of getting his
wife off when she was super turned on by one of her 'slut wife'
acts. Darlene, Debbie, and Laura were invited to participate but
they remained in shock, unable to move or speak, much less
participate. All were aroused, even though they were also
disgusted and shocked by Clarice's demonstration. In twenty
minutes, every penis in the room was limp. Dan went again, using
Clarice's back hole for his pleasure at her prompting.

"It's time," Peggy announced. "Come here, candidates," she
ordered the newcomers.

Three of them joined her in the middle of the room. Chris
dragged Kim over. The rubber ball was now deep in her mouth.

"Strip," Peggy ordered.

Lying on her side on the cocktail table, Clarice advised, "You'd
better obey. Otherwise you'll end up like your friend there."

Chris held the chain joining Kim's cuffs up high to bend the
woman at the waist. Peggy used a seam-ripper to cut the
stitches that held the dress together. Then she used scissors to
cut off Kim's panty hose. The little AmerAsian woman was naked.

The other newcomers felt humiliated by the unaccustomed public
nudity and sex. Every one of them was also sexually aroused.

"I can't do this," Laura sobbed. Never in her life had she
exposed her body in public. Being caught nude in public was a
nightmare when she was a child in school. She just couldn't
strip herself.

"Help her," Chris encouraged Bill. "I'll help too." She took
his hand and put it on the top button of his wife's dress.

"I... Maybe we should cancel," Bill said, looking at his wife,
the woman who shared his bed for over twenty years.

Clarice got back up. "Maybe my little demonstration was too
much. I'm me. My husband and I both are turned on when I play
'slut wife.' For us, it's fun. We do it a couple of times a
year. But it took us twenty years of marriage to discover that
we both had fantasies about this and another few years before we
got up the courage to act it out."

"We're not going to turn your wives into sluts like me. There's
no way one of your wives will ever do something like this unless
both of you want it," Clarice told the men. "You and your wives
need to talk about what turns YOU on, each of you individually
and both of you together. One of you might like being tied up,
another wants a spanking, or maybe it's you that wants a
spanking. My demonstration was for shock value. So is stripping
right here in front of a crowd of strangers. This is the start
of basic training, a kind of initiation, like for a sorority. We
even call it 'hell week'. So get those clothes off, ladies, or
we'll do it for you."

Much quieter now, Clarice explained, "You can only learn so much
about sex from books or films. You may pick up a technique or
two, but the best teacher is experience. In the next twelve
weeks, you're going to practice sex by yourselves, with each
other, and with your husbands. You already consented in writing
in front of a notary public. You also agreed that we could use
physical restraint and corporal punishment to ensure compliance
with our rules. So please remove your clothing so we can
continue."

Bill kissed his wife's forehead tenderly as he unbuttoned the
dress all the way down the front and slid it off to reveal a
long, white, 'industrial strength' foundation garment over
pantyhose. Laura's humiliation grew as he peeled it down until
Chris had to unlock the shackles so he could pull it off.

"OK, guys. Kiss 'em good bye. Have a last fuck if you can get
it up again," Peggy crudely told them. "You won't be getting
any for at least a week, maybe more."

"Very good," Clarice encouraged when Roger laid Kim down on the
coffee table and kissed her exposed pussy, licking her clit so
she moaned and grunted around the rubber ball gag, then entered
her violently and pumped out another load of sperm.

"I love you," Dwayne told his wife.

"You, too," Darlene whimpered to Dwayne, praying that no one
could tell how aroused she was at that moment. She wanted to be
fucked, right then, right there but couldn't bring herself to
admit it.

"Take me home. Please," Debbie and Laura begged their SOs.

"You all agreed to this," Clarice reminded the nude women.

"I agreed to learn to be a good wife," Debbie whimpered, "Not
to.. to..."

Clarice snickered. "You will learn to be a good wife. Now out
to the van."

They filed out to the van, goose bumps rising from the chill of
the evening air. Red and Bruce lifted them in since they
couldn't step up in their shackles. They took places on benches
in the back of the van, which had dark tinted windows.

"I'll leave your hands free if you promise to behave," Debbie
told the group. "Otherwise you'll be restrained. Anybody want
cuffs and a gag?"

When no one answered, Peggy buckled Kim's seat belt and the van
was off.

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Monday, July 26, 2004

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WARNING: This story contains sexually explicit material. It is not
intended to be read by anyone under the age of 18.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person, living or

dead, is purely coincidental. by M. P. Knight 2001

FANTASY (mm-solo m-solo) This is a note from Mark to Linda in which he
describes a couple of his masturbatory experiences.



In your note you described how you masturbated when you finally had a
room of your own. It struck a responsive chord in my memory taking me back
to my teen years. After I finally figured out what my penis could do
besides acting as a drain spout for my urine, I began acting out my
fantasies in my bedroom, at night, with all of the lights out and my
parents safely "tucked away" for the night.

It would take me the rest of my life at one story per e-mail to describe
all of my fantasizing. However, I'll stick to our original agreement and
share with you those which I can recall with sufficient clarity and which
have unique aspects to set them apart from all of the "routine"
masturbatory experiences I can remember.

To set the stage, you must understand that I had always been sexually
precocious as a child as far back as I can remember. For example, I have a
vivid memory of the pleasant sensation I experienced one day as I straddled
the sidebar on my crib. I rocked and rocked because it felt so good. When
I was about five years old we lived in a two story house and I can still
see the naked butt of the little girl who lived upstairs. We had been
playing in my living room; I suppose my mother was baby sitting while the
little girl's mother went shopping. I don't know. What I can still see in
my mind's eye is the little girl, laying on her tummy, panties down to her
knees, legs spread as far apart as the elastic in the panties allowed. I
had an exposed erection, albeit tiny, as my pants were also pulled down. I
was using both hands to explore the curves and crevices of my little female
friend's rump and virgin slit. As I reached puberty, I have recollections
of riding on a bus and being subjected to the embarrent of having a
raging hardon suddenly occur, stimulated by nothing more than the motion of
the bus swaying and bumping its way home from school. I'm sure you've
heard stories of boys having to cover their crotches with books, sweaters,
etc., in order to hide the telltale bulge in their pants. That most
assuredly was I; but, in my case, it started when I was 12 or 13!

Anyway, you get the picture. I have rarely masturbated without an
accompanying fantasy. Two exceptions happened on separate occasions with
boys. I suppose, technically, they could be classified as homosexual
incidents. On one occasion, Paul, a school mate of mine, and I had slipped
into the school gym during the summer vacation. After we had played as
much one on one basketball as we wanted, we had wandered into the area
behind the stage which was located at one end of the gym. I really can't
remember the details of what led up to the incident, but it probably had
something to do with bragging as to who had the biggest dick, or who could
come quickest. In any event, I can picture Paul and I sitting on the floor
with our back up against the wall, flys open, and furiously beating away on
each others stiff pricks. I've not had many homosexual experiences, so I
don't know what's a "normal" mean time to climax for 13 year olds. I
estimate that Paul and I both ejaculated in less that two minutes from the
time we stroked our penises erect.

On another occasion, my friend Bob and I were at a Friday night movie.
The movie was not erotic by any means; in fact, it was probably boring
which led us into a mutual masturbation activity in the darkness of the
back of the practically empty theater. I can still feel the hardness of
Bob's prick in my fist as I jacked him off in rhythm with his stroking of
my erect spear.

I mention these two incidents as examples of masturbatory adventures I
experienced without any accompanying fantasy.

When I was 10 or 11, we were visited by my mother's sister, her husband
and their daughter, Marjorie. Marjorie was a high school freshman, so she
must have been 13 or 14. One night, after dinner, Marjorie and I were in
the back yard. Darkness had fallen and the heavens were filled with bright
stars. Marjorie had backed herself up against a tree and I had slowly
positioned myself in front of her, edging closer and closer as we talked
about our lives and friends and what we wanted to be when we grew up.
Marjorie was about four or five inches taller than I was, but we were
standing on a slope and I was uphill which made us "nose to nose." Finally,
with my breath held, I moved up against her. She didn't push me away, or
even try to move away herself. This bolstered my courage, so I put my
hands on her shoulders and aimed my mouth toward hers. To my surprise, as
our lips touched, she grabbed the back of my head with both of her hands
and mashed our mouths together. At the same time, she opened her legs
slightly and pushed her pelvis forward, grinding her mons veneris into my
groin. I felt myself immediately begin to get hard, but, even though I was
embarrassed, I thought, "What the hell!" and pushed back. Marjorie's
tongue suddenly darted into my mouth and she began to explore my tongue,
teeth and the roof of my mouth. Then she began sucking on my tongue,
drawing it into her sweet mouth in a rhythmic, almost throbbing motion. I
moved my hands from her shoulders onto her small, but shapely, breasts and
began squeezing them and pinching the nipples. Within minutes of my first
handful of breast, my mother's calling us into the house suddenly brought
us back to reality and we tore ourselves apart and moved guiltily back to
the house.

Now we can get back to where I'm in my room, at night, laying in bed on
my back. I slip my shorts down to my ankles and then kick them off. My
mind goes back to that summer night a few years before. I see Marjorie,
her beautiful blue eyes and shoulder length blond hair, backed up against
the back yard tree. My hand grasps my already stiff rod and begins to
lightly stroke it in that already familiar up and down motion.

This time my mother does not call us. This time I squeeze and pinch for
a few minutes while Marjorie is thrusting her hips and tongue in an
ever-increasing motion. I stop squeezing and open the buttons of her
blouse. She releases my head and reaches around behind her, under the back
of her blouse and suddenly her bra hangs loose over her heaving breasts.

This vision has resulted in a firmer grasp around my still growing
erection while the pumping slowly continues.

I see myself lifting the bra up, off Marjorie's beautiful, milk white
mounds, exposing her stiffening nipples. I take each nipple between the
thumb and fingers of each of my hands and begin a gentle pinching.

My grasp loosens around my turgid prick and begins to massage the head
and glans penis and its supersensitive underside in unison with my vision
of a similar use of my hands on Marjorie's nipples.

She has begun to moan, softly now. Her hands are fumbling with the
zipper of my fly. I bend my head down and suck in her right nipple. I
begin flicking it with the tip of my tongue. Her moaning increases in
intensity. She has the zipper all the way down and is digging into the
opening in my shorts trying to capture my throbbing prick.

The head of my dick in now slick with pre-ejaculate and I'm rubbing my
hand around the head very slowly and lightly sending electric waves of
pleasure throughout my groin area.

I move my mouth over to her left breast and repeat my ministrations on
her erect nipple. I lightly begin to bite on her nipple as I suck it into
my mouth; then, back to the flicking with the tip of my tongue. As her
hands finally free my raging hardon and it springs forth like an unleashed
snake, my hands reach down and begin to raise the bottom of her skirt.

The opening in my real life penis is now constantly oozing clear,
slippery lubricant. It flows down the sides of my rigid cock onto my
fingers. I stop my stroking to lift my slick fingers to my mouth to lick
them. The taste is somewhat salty, not at all unpleasant.

My mind's eye is now viewing the hem of Marjorie's skirt as it reaches
her hips. I slide my hands inside the elastic of her panties and begin to
tug them over her hips. Her hands are holding my throbbing prick like a
baseball bat. They are not large enough to encompass the length of my
shaft. There is an inch of cock exposed at both the head and the base.

I have now spread my knees as widely as possible and my hands duplicate
Marjorie's in my fantasy. While my hands are larger than hers, I also
cannot hide the entire shaft. It measures between 7 and 10 inches erect,
depending on the duration of foreplay and the intensity of my desire.

Marjorie is now pulling my prick toward her now exposed cunt. Her pussy
lips are puffy and she, too, is oozing liquid from her genitals. She lifts
one leg up on my hip to create a better opening angle. She removes her
right hand from my dick and notches her opening with her first and index
fingers. I hold still as she moves her slippery cunt toward my dripping
dick.

My back arches on my bed as I begin playing both female and male roles.
I hold my fist steady and thrust my slick cock up and down at the same time
imagining what it must be feeling like to Marjorie who has now impaled
herself on the first two inches of my prick. My bucking becomes faster; I
begin holding back my moans for fear of waking my parents as Marjorie has
backed off and then, with one mighty thrust, has swallowed six of my ten
inches up her tight, swollen, juicy tunnel.

She backs off again, but I can hold still no longer. I brace myself
against the tree and ram forward as hard as I can. Marjorie screams with
pain and pleasure as I feel her uterus bumping against the head of my
prick. My hand takes over the pumping as I lay still on my back and try to
envision the sensations Marjorie is experiencing simultaneously with my
actual waves of pleasure. I can feel the knotting beginning as the
spermatozoa begins its journey from my gonads. I feel the rock hardness of
my prick thrusting into and out of Marjorie's tightening Virginia. I will
myself to feel the sensations she must be feeling as I pound into her body.
She screams again as the first of my load erupts into the back of her love
tunnel, dousing her cervix with its gelatinous liquid.

Reality sets in as I feel the first salvo of come splat onto my chest,
followed my three, four, five more each hitting lower and lower until the
last barely escapes the opening and drips down my fist onto my wrist. I
lay there, catching my breath, for five, or so, minutes. Then, I reach
over the side of the bed and grab one of my socks and begin my cleanup
duties.

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