Annals Of The New
"Kiss me," she said.
"Oh, what about...oh, I get it. You want to fuck her, don't you?" Her eye brow rose with a look of sly interest.
"Uhhhh...oh my goddd...." I groaned. He was stretching my pussy like it's never been stretched before.
Embers burned to ash as we both fell back to sleep, though I know I heard his last words unspoken in my mind. "I love you my girl. Forevermore."
"Feel how I need you! My body is quivering under your touches. See how my tunnel opens for you. I ache for you! Yesssssss! Yesssssss, fuck me! Please, my Knight, fuck me! I know you want it now! I want you deep inside me. I know you want to take my backdoor. I know you want to fuck my butt as much as I want you too. Take your wench! Yes, I want all of your manhood now. Take me, use me, make me your wicked wench and fuck my asshole!"
"Don't you dare," Monique ordered Mary Beth. "I am the captain and I want the first taste of that hard cock before you get your damn lip gloss all over it."
He moved closer to me and got ready to put his cock in me. I closed my eyes and turned my head to the side. He told me to look at him. When I did and made eye contact, he began to put his cock in me.
Right now, she was a slut. His slut. As agreed to by her and myself. I was just happy to see that my wife had changed so much for the better over the last week. If you had asked me two weeks ago if my wife would do what she had been doing this week I would have been shocked that it would have even been brought up. Now, it was happening and I was participating and on top of that, it was exciting and fun too.
"So, what does this all mean?"
Well, maybe my gasp hadn't been quite as silent as I had thought because she gave me a big smile and asked, while striking a sexy, model-like pose, "Whataya think?"
'She also wants us to really lay into you heavy today, so you're good and used when you head out on your adventure, and most importantly when you walk up your street.' Phil said. 'I'll be meeting you at your house, with Rob and Greg.'
"Bitch, bitch, bitch. Where's that strap-on, GrandPa? I know how to get Jimmy's balls pumping."
John said something through gritted teeth, but I was too wrapped up in what was happening to me to understand it. He pulled all the way out and then plunged really hard and deep back into me. It hurt!
"Sheila is fine, Renee. I stopped by the club to see her. We . . . we talked. When you see her tonight, she'll fill you in on all the details." Max then took a breath. "I have to go now. Maybe I'll see you Monday?"
"I guess I don't have to ask what you are up to?" I joked as Ann moved her lips down my neck. I began to pull her shirt over her head, she was wearing a white lacy bra today. I quickly started kissing her available skin. Her hands went down to my snap on my blue jeans and undid them. Next the zipper came down and she pushed them and my underwear down to my ankles. The close proximity of the room didn't allow for much movement, so with my back pressed against the door and her back against the wall she went down to my now hardening cock. She quickly took it in, sucking it gently, coaxing it to its full length. I stood against the door, the heat from her lips seemingly burning through my skin on my cock. She stood quickly letting a soft "pop" sound emit as she pulled her mouth off my cock. We were moving at a frantic pace as she placed a deep kiss on my lips her fire raging out of control. I could begin to smell her excitement. She dropped her pants and stepped out of them. Her pants and panties were soon kicked out of the way. I pressed her into the wall with a thud and began to kiss her as my hands made my way down to her willing lips. I slowly slid a finger in, she gasped at the feel. With my thumb resting on her clit and my index finger in her I began to thrust with my finger and rub my thumb on her hardening clit. Within a few minutes her breathing became more gasps than breaths. Soft moans began to fill the small compartment.
I could see her back straighten as a hand slipped behind her to release her bra. The bra fell loose, but not away, trapped against her breasts by her arm. She looked away and closed her eyes. Slowly, with one hand, she began to slip the panties off her hips and down her legs. She looked like "September Morn," her side to me, body curled to hide her nudity, protecting herself as best she could with only her hands and arms, panties trapped around one trim ankle like a white flag of surrender.
"Take a goddamned hint, Valentine!"
"You ungrateful two faced bastard. When I'm done you'll never have to worry about fucking again. I'm going to put that toothpick in the blender!" Her voice raised to a shriek and she drove into Frank, pushing him back and pinning him against the wall of the house. Frank put his arms in front of his face, trying to protect his eyes from his wife's flailing fists. She kicked him savagely in his shin and hit him in the nose with an elbow when he bent over. His head crashed back into the wall, and he saw stars.
As the night continued and more whiskey and beer was consumed, the tensions grew. I saw an American soldier who had been making time with Emily Johnson go out to the toilet and a group of our soldiers followed him out. After a short time the Australians came back but no American. A little later another American went out the back and the same Australians followed. This time there was yelling and some more Americans followed. From there the whole thing turned into a brawl. The American Major went to our Captain and suggested they try to stop it together but the Captain was drunk and just told him to piss off. The Major then went out the back. The next thing we heard were shots and we all ran out.
Tracy thought for a second, scrunching up her nose, then said, "Oh! I see."
True to her word, Willow arrived to the kitchen shortly after Buffy did. There she found Buffy and Tara working on the feast that Tara had prepared. Food was everywhere and Willow wondered if Tara had used a spell to aide in her cooking. Willow smiled to herself thinking that if Tara had used magic in the same house as her then that in-and-of itself was another in a long line of minor breakthroughs. After they first broke up "magic" was a four-letter word as far as Tara was concerned, at least in Willow's presence.
"Oh, what about...oh, I get it. You want to fuck her, don't you?" Her eye brow rose with a look of sly interest.
"Uhhhh...oh my goddd...." I groaned. He was stretching my pussy like it's never been stretched before.
Embers burned to ash as we both fell back to sleep, though I know I heard his last words unspoken in my mind. "I love you my girl. Forevermore."
"Feel how I need you! My body is quivering under your touches. See how my tunnel opens for you. I ache for you! Yesssssss! Yesssssss, fuck me! Please, my Knight, fuck me! I know you want it now! I want you deep inside me. I know you want to take my backdoor. I know you want to fuck my butt as much as I want you too. Take your wench! Yes, I want all of your manhood now. Take me, use me, make me your wicked wench and fuck my asshole!"
"Don't you dare," Monique ordered Mary Beth. "I am the captain and I want the first taste of that hard cock before you get your damn lip gloss all over it."
He moved closer to me and got ready to put his cock in me. I closed my eyes and turned my head to the side. He told me to look at him. When I did and made eye contact, he began to put his cock in me.
Right now, she was a slut. His slut. As agreed to by her and myself. I was just happy to see that my wife had changed so much for the better over the last week. If you had asked me two weeks ago if my wife would do what she had been doing this week I would have been shocked that it would have even been brought up. Now, it was happening and I was participating and on top of that, it was exciting and fun too.
"So, what does this all mean?"
Well, maybe my gasp hadn't been quite as silent as I had thought because she gave me a big smile and asked, while striking a sexy, model-like pose, "Whataya think?"
'She also wants us to really lay into you heavy today, so you're good and used when you head out on your adventure, and most importantly when you walk up your street.' Phil said. 'I'll be meeting you at your house, with Rob and Greg.'
"Bitch, bitch, bitch. Where's that strap-on, GrandPa? I know how to get Jimmy's balls pumping."
John said something through gritted teeth, but I was too wrapped up in what was happening to me to understand it. He pulled all the way out and then plunged really hard and deep back into me. It hurt!
"Sheila is fine, Renee. I stopped by the club to see her. We . . . we talked. When you see her tonight, she'll fill you in on all the details." Max then took a breath. "I have to go now. Maybe I'll see you Monday?"
"I guess I don't have to ask what you are up to?" I joked as Ann moved her lips down my neck. I began to pull her shirt over her head, she was wearing a white lacy bra today. I quickly started kissing her available skin. Her hands went down to my snap on my blue jeans and undid them. Next the zipper came down and she pushed them and my underwear down to my ankles. The close proximity of the room didn't allow for much movement, so with my back pressed against the door and her back against the wall she went down to my now hardening cock. She quickly took it in, sucking it gently, coaxing it to its full length. I stood against the door, the heat from her lips seemingly burning through my skin on my cock. She stood quickly letting a soft "pop" sound emit as she pulled her mouth off my cock. We were moving at a frantic pace as she placed a deep kiss on my lips her fire raging out of control. I could begin to smell her excitement. She dropped her pants and stepped out of them. Her pants and panties were soon kicked out of the way. I pressed her into the wall with a thud and began to kiss her as my hands made my way down to her willing lips. I slowly slid a finger in, she gasped at the feel. With my thumb resting on her clit and my index finger in her I began to thrust with my finger and rub my thumb on her hardening clit. Within a few minutes her breathing became more gasps than breaths. Soft moans began to fill the small compartment.
I could see her back straighten as a hand slipped behind her to release her bra. The bra fell loose, but not away, trapped against her breasts by her arm. She looked away and closed her eyes. Slowly, with one hand, she began to slip the panties off her hips and down her legs. She looked like "September Morn," her side to me, body curled to hide her nudity, protecting herself as best she could with only her hands and arms, panties trapped around one trim ankle like a white flag of surrender.
"Take a goddamned hint, Valentine!"
"You ungrateful two faced bastard. When I'm done you'll never have to worry about fucking again. I'm going to put that toothpick in the blender!" Her voice raised to a shriek and she drove into Frank, pushing him back and pinning him against the wall of the house. Frank put his arms in front of his face, trying to protect his eyes from his wife's flailing fists. She kicked him savagely in his shin and hit him in the nose with an elbow when he bent over. His head crashed back into the wall, and he saw stars.
As the night continued and more whiskey and beer was consumed, the tensions grew. I saw an American soldier who had been making time with Emily Johnson go out to the toilet and a group of our soldiers followed him out. After a short time the Australians came back but no American. A little later another American went out the back and the same Australians followed. This time there was yelling and some more Americans followed. From there the whole thing turned into a brawl. The American Major went to our Captain and suggested they try to stop it together but the Captain was drunk and just told him to piss off. The Major then went out the back. The next thing we heard were shots and we all ran out.
Tracy thought for a second, scrunching up her nose, then said, "Oh! I see."
True to her word, Willow arrived to the kitchen shortly after Buffy did. There she found Buffy and Tara working on the feast that Tara had prepared. Food was everywhere and Willow wondered if Tara had used a spell to aide in her cooking. Willow smiled to herself thinking that if Tara had used magic in the same house as her then that in-and-of itself was another in a long line of minor breakthroughs. After they first broke up "magic" was a four-letter word as far as Tara was concerned, at least in Willow's presence.
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