' Impregnating Sweet Charlene ' (Part 6)
Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 4:57 pm
Impregnating Sweet Charlene: (Part 6) (Epilogue)
By: Bertram W. Bronson
The epilogue…
Time has passed and there were many such days and nights… many warm similar endings and the images come easily to my mind. There were days I watched… and days it happened in privacy of our room, Ralph and Charlene alone in our bed.
I've lost track of the actual number of times they made love, but I still remember all the grunting and squealing noises and all the twisted soiled bed sheets. I remember all the times I watched him lead my sweet wife up to our bed. Some days she would pause on the bottom step, look at me, and tears would spring into her blue eyes. Other days, while I waited below she would scamper up the stairs with a flush of excitement on her cheeks. I remember the tense feeling of looking up the stairs and seeing her shapely buttocks and trim ankles disappear from view. I can still hear my bedroom door clicking shut and then sitting on the third stair with an erection in my pants; anxiously listening for the telling sounds to begin drifting down the open stairwell. Some days it happened quickly, other days I waited for long anxious minutes before I'd hear the thumping sound of shoes hitting the floor, and finally, my wife's first soft gasp of breath… that first whimper.
My guts always tightened at the sound of that first whimper. It would take several seconds, but it always followed… that telling shrill cry of a young female at the moment of penetration…
But eventually my sweet Charlene missed a period and as the weeks turned into months, I watched her belly swell with his baby and her lovely pink-nippled breasts fill with the sweet milk of new life.
Charlene gave birth, no not to Ralph’s child, but to ‘our’ child, a lovely adorable little blue-eyed girl. A man loves his sons, but there’s something special about a ‘daddy's little girl,’ they become the sun, the moon, and the starlight of a man’s existence! Our little blonde Mandy toddles along by my side and she looks up at me with her mother’s big ocean blue eyes. Many times the feeling of her little warm fingers clasping mine brings tears to my eyes. She’s a pink-cheeked little creature who weaves wondrous strands of sunshine throughout the sacred bond of our marriage.
So you might wonder, do we ever talk in bed about little Mandy’s conception, about the pain, the jealousy and belly twisting thrills? Oh yes, yes… it seems to happen on stormy nights when the sky is dark and we lay listening to the wind and the soft patter of rain on the rooftop. I feel Charlene’s silky warm bare ass snuggled against my belly and my thoughts begin to wander. Yes time has passed, but the same twisty spirals of rain water still run down my window pane. From our shared pillow I hear the wind and watch as the twining little spirals begin to form misty pictures in my mind, images of flushed faces, discarded panties and wiggling toes. In the pit of my stomach, way down near my groin a little warm spot starts to grow and I whisper softy…. “Sweetheart, would you like to tell me again… about Ralph’s penis… about how it felt that first time…”
I hear her catch a little breath and my sweet wife shifts her hips, the soft white cotton nightie slips up a little higher and she wiggles her warm naked ass against my stomach. From out of the dark I hear a little teasing giggle, a soft murmur.
“Oh, darling… so you want to hear that… again?”
I feel my erection lifting up into the crease of her bare buttocks, “Mmmm, tell me about it again… just one more time…”
“I was very naughty…” she whispered.
“Tell me about it… tell me about my naughty little wife.”
Next to my head I hear a little sigh and she begins to murmur. “Well darling, do you remember how it was… that first time when our heads were together on our pillow and I lifted my legs so he could put his penis in me. He pushed it in… it was long and thick and you heard me gasp. You were holding me and his penis was there… in me, at the same time… and…”
She lowered her voice to a breathy soft whisper. “Do you remember how I turned my face to you on the pillow and all the while we were kissing each other … he was… he was in me… and fucking me…?”
The fading patter of the rain blends with the soft murmur of her voice, my eyes close, reveling in the memory, letting it all flow back. My now stiffened penis eases up between the crease of her buttocks… a soft tickle of hair, then warm slippery heat closes around me… I'm pressing… hunching my groin tight against the cheeks of her ass… my cock sliding deep into the delicious warmth of her slippery cunt. “Yes sweetheart,” I murmured. “I'll never ever forget… never…”
So yes, we whisper in bed and make hot frantic love… and we fuck, long breathy fucks with the memories in our minds. Yes, so very clearly I remember the moments… I remember holding my wife in my arms while Ralph made love with her, our hot faces on the pillow, the rhythmic bouncing of her head. While lying on her back, the way she turned her face to me and we tried to kiss. I remember the feeling of her warm lips bumping against mine, the way her gasps of breath burst into my mouth. I remember laying my hand on her stomach… letting my fingers trail down into her pubic hairs… feeling the ridge of her belly muscles tightening and relaxing as Ralph's long slippery cock slid in and out of her… the burst of breath as he pushed in, the soft sighing intake of air as the head of his cock eased back from the depth of her pink clingy cunt… then again and again. Yes it’s all there, painful, yet delightfully exhilarating memories.
**********
Now I guess this whole story is little bizarre, and it may have seemed a little hard on me. But it’s life in the intoxicating air of our liberated world. And it may not be quite as atypical as many might believe. Okay, a bit esoteric for sure, but who knows what off-the wall stories, what sordid shameful memories the rest of you could share, if you but dared.
And so my fellow readers, I challenge you to let your mind drift back into your own buried vault of memories… and tell us your stories and your secret fantasies as I tell you mine.
So is this finally the end of this long long rambling story? Well probably so, but lately my sweet Charlene is hinting about having Ralph visit overnight once in a while, so who knows when anything really ends…
But for now, yes this is…
THE END:
B. W. B.
bwbinca@hotmail.com
By: Bertram W. Bronson
The epilogue…
Time has passed and there were many such days and nights… many warm similar endings and the images come easily to my mind. There were days I watched… and days it happened in privacy of our room, Ralph and Charlene alone in our bed.
I've lost track of the actual number of times they made love, but I still remember all the grunting and squealing noises and all the twisted soiled bed sheets. I remember all the times I watched him lead my sweet wife up to our bed. Some days she would pause on the bottom step, look at me, and tears would spring into her blue eyes. Other days, while I waited below she would scamper up the stairs with a flush of excitement on her cheeks. I remember the tense feeling of looking up the stairs and seeing her shapely buttocks and trim ankles disappear from view. I can still hear my bedroom door clicking shut and then sitting on the third stair with an erection in my pants; anxiously listening for the telling sounds to begin drifting down the open stairwell. Some days it happened quickly, other days I waited for long anxious minutes before I'd hear the thumping sound of shoes hitting the floor, and finally, my wife's first soft gasp of breath… that first whimper.
My guts always tightened at the sound of that first whimper. It would take several seconds, but it always followed… that telling shrill cry of a young female at the moment of penetration…
But eventually my sweet Charlene missed a period and as the weeks turned into months, I watched her belly swell with his baby and her lovely pink-nippled breasts fill with the sweet milk of new life.
Charlene gave birth, no not to Ralph’s child, but to ‘our’ child, a lovely adorable little blue-eyed girl. A man loves his sons, but there’s something special about a ‘daddy's little girl,’ they become the sun, the moon, and the starlight of a man’s existence! Our little blonde Mandy toddles along by my side and she looks up at me with her mother’s big ocean blue eyes. Many times the feeling of her little warm fingers clasping mine brings tears to my eyes. She’s a pink-cheeked little creature who weaves wondrous strands of sunshine throughout the sacred bond of our marriage.
So you might wonder, do we ever talk in bed about little Mandy’s conception, about the pain, the jealousy and belly twisting thrills? Oh yes, yes… it seems to happen on stormy nights when the sky is dark and we lay listening to the wind and the soft patter of rain on the rooftop. I feel Charlene’s silky warm bare ass snuggled against my belly and my thoughts begin to wander. Yes time has passed, but the same twisty spirals of rain water still run down my window pane. From our shared pillow I hear the wind and watch as the twining little spirals begin to form misty pictures in my mind, images of flushed faces, discarded panties and wiggling toes. In the pit of my stomach, way down near my groin a little warm spot starts to grow and I whisper softy…. “Sweetheart, would you like to tell me again… about Ralph’s penis… about how it felt that first time…”
I hear her catch a little breath and my sweet wife shifts her hips, the soft white cotton nightie slips up a little higher and she wiggles her warm naked ass against my stomach. From out of the dark I hear a little teasing giggle, a soft murmur.
“Oh, darling… so you want to hear that… again?”
I feel my erection lifting up into the crease of her bare buttocks, “Mmmm, tell me about it again… just one more time…”
“I was very naughty…” she whispered.
“Tell me about it… tell me about my naughty little wife.”
Next to my head I hear a little sigh and she begins to murmur. “Well darling, do you remember how it was… that first time when our heads were together on our pillow and I lifted my legs so he could put his penis in me. He pushed it in… it was long and thick and you heard me gasp. You were holding me and his penis was there… in me, at the same time… and…”
She lowered her voice to a breathy soft whisper. “Do you remember how I turned my face to you on the pillow and all the while we were kissing each other … he was… he was in me… and fucking me…?”
The fading patter of the rain blends with the soft murmur of her voice, my eyes close, reveling in the memory, letting it all flow back. My now stiffened penis eases up between the crease of her buttocks… a soft tickle of hair, then warm slippery heat closes around me… I'm pressing… hunching my groin tight against the cheeks of her ass… my cock sliding deep into the delicious warmth of her slippery cunt. “Yes sweetheart,” I murmured. “I'll never ever forget… never…”
So yes, we whisper in bed and make hot frantic love… and we fuck, long breathy fucks with the memories in our minds. Yes, so very clearly I remember the moments… I remember holding my wife in my arms while Ralph made love with her, our hot faces on the pillow, the rhythmic bouncing of her head. While lying on her back, the way she turned her face to me and we tried to kiss. I remember the feeling of her warm lips bumping against mine, the way her gasps of breath burst into my mouth. I remember laying my hand on her stomach… letting my fingers trail down into her pubic hairs… feeling the ridge of her belly muscles tightening and relaxing as Ralph's long slippery cock slid in and out of her… the burst of breath as he pushed in, the soft sighing intake of air as the head of his cock eased back from the depth of her pink clingy cunt… then again and again. Yes it’s all there, painful, yet delightfully exhilarating memories.
**********
Now I guess this whole story is little bizarre, and it may have seemed a little hard on me. But it’s life in the intoxicating air of our liberated world. And it may not be quite as atypical as many might believe. Okay, a bit esoteric for sure, but who knows what off-the wall stories, what sordid shameful memories the rest of you could share, if you but dared.
And so my fellow readers, I challenge you to let your mind drift back into your own buried vault of memories… and tell us your stories and your secret fantasies as I tell you mine.
So is this finally the end of this long long rambling story? Well probably so, but lately my sweet Charlene is hinting about having Ralph visit overnight once in a while, so who knows when anything really ends…
But for now, yes this is…
THE END:
B. W. B.
bwbinca@hotmail.com
