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Click here"Not a chance," she smiled. "My husband gets to have all of me, remember? Besides, can you think of a more special occasion you were saving it for?"
"No I can't," I laughed, and grabbed her hips, yanking her back until I was balls deep. I knew I wouldn't last long; the situation, danger, occasion, location, and her gripping anus would see to that.
"Oh you bastard," she growled. "Do it... Fuck your wife's ass! Fuck... My... Ass!"
Yes, let's do that, shall we?
God she was tight. I half expected her to turn inside out when I pulled out, like removing a rubber glove. I stopped just inside her, and slid all the way back in.
"Oh... that's better," she moaned, now on only three limbs; her right hand was working on her pussy while I established a rhythm in her rear entrance. "Fuck me honey. I'm gonna cum!"
"Me too, baby," I hissed through gritted teeth, trying to keep from exploding until she had her own orgasm. "Better hurry. I'm so fucking close."
She didn't reply, merely accelerating her fingers on her clit. Seconds later, I felt her begin to shudder.
"Now honey! Cum with me! Shoot it in my ass!" she gasped.
I muted my orgasmic growl sufficiently to avoid attracting an audience, and erupted, blasting her bowel full of hot semen.
"Mmmmm, that feels good," she sighed, wriggling her bum back against me.
I fell over backwards on the sand, seeing stars, and not just the ones in the night sky. Wow. That was really something. A few seconds later, Kelly's face came into view above me, smiling, as usual.
"Don't konk out on me now," she giggled, bending to kiss me. "First, we'll eat dinner, then you can take me back to our room and fuck me until dawn. You can even do my ass again, if you want. It wasn't as bad as I remembered. Must be your influence." She took my hand, and helped me up, even tucking me back into my shorts and zipping up. She then adjusted herself, corralling the one breast that had escaped her bra. Satisfied, she reached out, waiting while I brushed sand off my shorts.
"Come, Mr. Stewart. Let's have dinner," she beamed.
"Absolutely, Mrs. Stewart."
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Now... I'm torn... David, Monica, and Karly; or Dan and Karen. Where did I put that coin?
- COMMENTS
ttjbjr545 months agoGreat story. Easy read. Should have both sets of parents as well as their daughter
scut0015 months agoDisappointed in not having at least his daughter if not both sets of parents at the wedding. As you mentioned after that there was more to come of these two. Hopefully we will see that he is a good father and that they continue to expand the family. But seeing how long ago it was written I'm not going to hold my breath.
Anonymous6 months agoWell I guess this is where the story ends. Too bad. Had at least another chapter's worth of stuff to cover but I guess it's good enough. It's obvious where it's going anyway.
