It's Been a Long, Long Time

That was the night that that devil first jumped up. . .

Without thought (little head in control?) he blurted out, "sweetheart, we'll send your pussy back to Louisville and get it re-gunned."

The look on Maddy's face was the same look he was seeing on Beth's in the here and now.

Cursing himself for his weird sense of humor, he now explained it to Beth, much as he'd explained it to Maddy.

Every modern gun barrel will eventually be worn out if enough projectiles are fired through it. At that point the barrel is removed and another one is installed. The old barrel is sent to a re-work facility such as the one in Louisville, Ky., where the worn out inner liner is removed and a new one installed. After that it is sent back out to the fleet to be re-installed in another ship whose barrels have been worn out. The process is referred to as re-gunning.

In a few weeks Maddy's vaginal muscles had returned to normal. Unbeknown to Jack, a couple of weeks of Kegel exercises had greatly helped.

As they made love one night Maddy crawled up on top. Just as Jack was about to explode in ecstasy, Maddy pulled half-way off and clamped down around Jack's penis. The more he tried to move the harder Maddy clamped him tightly in place. He was virtually a prisoner. Looking down at him Maddy's face broke into the most evil leer he'd ever seen as she gleefully asked, "is this re-gunned pussy good enough for you sailor?"

After explaining it to Beth her face changed expression. He was seeing the same look that he'd observed on Maddy's so many years ago.

Two thoughts quickly flashed through his mind; (1) Are Maddy and Beth in secret communication? (2) As the well known New York Yankee coach and philosopher. Yogi Berra, once said, "it's de ja vu all over again.

Jack looked at her face and there was no doubt in his military mind that history was about to repeat itself.

With an evil leer Beth snapped her pussy hard down against Jack's pubic bone and buried him to the hilt inside her. True to his worst fears her muscles clamped him tightly inside her.

He was again powerless to move. His one thought was that at least she'd let him get deep inside her. For all the good it did!

Actually there was method in her madness. With him buried so deeply within her the base of his shaft was pressing against her clit. As she moved back and forth delightful sensations began to stir within her. She suddenly knew that she had another orgasm building up.

Releasing his penis she leaned over and pushed a stiff nipple and as much of a pendulous breast into his mouth as she was able to with an admonition to bite, pull, twist, or do whatever jerked his chain, as her hand went behind his head to pull it tightly to her.

Jack was at last able to play with his second favorite part of a woman's body. Damn he loved to chew on stiff nipples and suck on them as if he was nursing. He also loved to squeeze the soft flesh of her breasts and feel its warmth and velvety texture in his hand. It was such a glorious feeling when she pulled his head up to stuff more of that wonderful flesh into his eager mouth. He got the reaction he expected when he pushed her breasts together and sucked both nipples into his mouth and began to chew on them

He swore the increased movement of her pussy on his penis and the delightful feel of her breast flesh was making his penis harder and longer then it had ever been before because when she bottomed out he could feel the head bumping into her cervix.

By now her hips were driving up and down, in and out, and back and forth, like a jack hammer gone mad as her body built towards a great climax.

She finally felt his penis expanding as his balls released his cum and the muscles moved it up to the head of his penis to be expelled and drench her cervix with his juices. His orgasm triggered hers and they both came. The intensity of his was greater but hers was just as satisfying.

As he came he yelled in a complete climax as he tried to jam himself deeper into her and his hands clenched her breasts in their viselike grip. Her shuddering body told him that she'd also found her own sweet release.

Leaning over him her breasts pushed into his chest as she laid her head into the hollow of his shoulder and softly kissed his neck, while softly whispering, "thank you."

When he tried to roll over she pushed him tightly within her while whispering a firm no. She didn't want to lose the feeling of him filling her contented pussy.

That night after many years she finally got one of her fondest wishes; the feeling of a penis pressed against her buttocks, a warm male chest against her back, a hand nestled between her breasts cupping the uppermost one, and the soft expulsion of breath against the back of her head as they both wearily drifted into a deep contented sleep.

The next morning Jack woke to find himself alone in bed. From the scent of her perfume and smell of sex he knew last night had been no dream. Rising, he searched the bathroom and the rest of the upstairs to no avail.

His ears caught the sound of a door opening downstairs so he headed that way to investigate. As he descended the staircase he saw Beth entering the house. At the bottom of the stairs he stopped to watch her.

She was wearing one of his old beach robes and in her hand was a small traveler's suitcase. God! she looked so good.

Up jumped the devil, again!

Without thought he smirked, and said "I see your quite the vixen."

She closed the door, set the suitcase down, and threw the robe on the floor. She was completely naked.

As she walked towards him her hips swayed in a most wanton way. She lifted both of her breasts in her hands with her nipples pointing directly at him.

With a leer she said, "sweetmeat I am only your vixen and don't you ever forget it."

After another step she uttered the phrase that brought it all into perspective.

"From now on the only projectile that'll be loaded into this re-gunned pussy is yours."

As she moved closer she concluded her remarks with a smirk; "sailor, it's about time to lock and load."

He blanched as he turned his face to the heavens while she spun him around to climb back up to the bedroom and grabbed him by his penis to pull him along (he'd forgot he was naked). The only thing he could think of was a plea; lifting his eyes to heaven he wailed out, "sweet Jesus, where ever you are, we've gotta talk. ."

Epilogue:

They dated for six months as per their agreement, spending their dates at the beach, the museum, and various symphonies and plays. They lived in their own homes although they spent many happy hours romping in his since he had a king sized bed.

Their friendship and familiarity turned to a romantic attachment so warm and loving that they both finally had to admit that they were both truly and deeply in love.

After six months he popped the question and she acquiesced.

For the next six months they very carefully planned their future; she sold the accounting firm she'd worked in after Walt died and she'd received from her father after his death. The money was invested in a retirement account. She sold her house and the money was used to purchase a big travel home so they could visit their kids and spoil their grand kids.

In what would soon be their home, Walt's picture, flag, and medal were on prominent display next to the fireplace. They mixed and matched their furniture to truly make it "their" home.

On the appointed day and at the appointed hour they stood at the Altar rail in Trinity Church to be united in matrimony by Rev. Foster. All of the kids and grand kids were there to support the couple. Burl Fry was best man and Patty Fry acted as the matron of honor. Those two spent most of the ceremony smirking and winking at each other because they had been instrumental in correcting a problem that had occurred a long, long time ago.

The end

All comments are gratefully accepted

Ronnie Wachuka

Sign me a Horny 'ol Sailor

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