0 comments/ 22625 views/ 0 favorites I Promise By: Joserlin It is nearly dawn. Three hours until I have to go to work. Two days since I last slept. It hardly seems worth it anymore. And yet life seems to keep moving… at least the lives of other people. I don’t know what to do, though I certainly know I don’t want the kind platitudes, the murmured condolences, and the hands that offer so little in the face of so much. “Don’t leave me! Promise me that!” “I won’t leave you love. Never.” “Oh God, Jos. It hurts. I’m sorry…. It just hurts so much.” “Shhh love. It’s alright. Don’t cry. I’m right here. Hold onto me, the pain will go away. The nurse said the doctor would be here shortly to increase the painkiller for you.” “I don’t want more drugs, Jos. I just want the pain to go away!” “I know love”, I whisper as I stroke that sweat-soaked hair. I think to myself how appallingly thin he’s become. His eyes have lost their shining whiteness; he barely has the energy left to speak let alone to hold me. How will I ever cope? How can I ever be strong enough for two? My handsome strong lover, my knight, my King; to be set so low by so harsh a blow. “Don’t ever leave me” “I won’t. I promise.” The pain and suffering that he had to endure… and to what end? There was no miracle cure that appeared, and no other way to stave off the advances of the disease. Oh Alec, why couldn’t you stay here with me? Why did you have to get sick? I miss you, and I want you, and I need you so badly! How can I ever continue on like this? How can I live with only half of a soul? Why? My tears have started falling now. Falling in a way that I couldn’t let them do during all of the ceremony with family, friends and curious public. People who never knew someone that died of Hepatitis and wonder if it’s another of “those gay diseases”. Tears… water…. Water hasn’t been my enemy in a long, long time… “Come on! Get in here! You’ll love it!” “No! I’m not going to! This was a stupid idea. Why did I ever let you bring me here?” “Oh come on! “ “I said ‘No’.” “Why not then?!” he said, starting in my direction. “What’s wrong?” I answered my shoes with a low mumble. “What?” he said as he approached my side. “I said that I can’t swim. I never learned how.” “Ah, love. It’s easy. Come on…. Give me your hand. Let me teach you?” Slowly, tentatively, I let my fingers wrap around the hand holding mine. He urged and cajoled me into ever-deeper water, and began teaching me the basics of float, glide and kick. After an hour or two a day of that, we invariably fell into water fights and racing each other to see who could “sand” the other’s towel first. Of course, that always led to the two of us having to share the remaining towel… That summer is one of the most poignant moments I can recall of the time Alec and me had. He taught me to swim that hot July day. And later that night, taught me the finer arts of love. The restaurant was Le Horla, the candles were tall and all the lighting that was being used, the food was perfect, and Alec’s eyes showed me the truth, and gave my heart wings. And then, later that night, when skin was exposed to silk and darkness, when hands cupped along the curve of cheeks, when strangled cries, sweat, and total loss of control didn’t seem out of place; we reaffirmed our commitment. “Mmm” I moaned as I arched up from the bed, Alec’s damp fingers delicately circling my right nipple as his tongue played merry havoc with my left. Light kisses started leading from my chest down my stomach, where his talented tongue lapped eagerly at my belly button. I was panting in excitement, cock fully hard, trapped as it was between our bodies. “Please, love… lower…” I managed to murmur as light fingertips drifted down my body, ghosted over my hips, traced serpentine patterns over my upper thighs. I wantonly spread my legs, trying to get my point across, only to hear Alec’s throaty chuckle, “Eager, are we? Well Mr. Delamarque… care to tell me what it is that you’re so eager for?” “You. In me. Now”, I gasped. “Please.” “Hmmm… a bit of a slut are we? Well, no matter. Spread you legs then, love.” As if his words were some kind of magic code, my thighs opened and I lifted my hips so he could shove a pillow under them. While still tracing abstract patterns on my body with his left hand, his right’s fingers started to slide across my hole. A pause while he dipped his fingers into a jar of lubricant caused me to cry out with loss - quickly cut off when the touches resumed. So well he knew my body, I didn’t even notice when the fingers breached my barriers. At least, not until seemingly random brushes across my prostate grabbed my attention. “Oh God! Now Alec. Please! I need you so much. “ A large blunt pressure. A stretched feeling. Utter contentment when he was fully sheathed. Peace as we shared a deep look before he started to move slightly within me. Hard thrusting. Both of us aching to go deeper, longer, harder. Then bliss. Release. Perfection. The two of us cuddled close, both a little sticky, but too in love to care. And in those minutes of debauched satiation, words of absolute truth. “Promise me, Jos, whatever happens in this life, you will always stay happy. Never be alone and never be sad. Promise me.” “I promise.” That was six months before we learned that he was sick. Six short months to do and say everything to each other that we had needed to do. And how many months since then before I remembered that promise? Too many. How upset Alec would be to see me here now. I slowly graze my fingers across the writing, press my lips to the coolness under my hands and stand up. The sun has risen higher. It is time for me to move on. Goodbye, my love. Requiscat in pace. I love you still and always, but I’ve decided to choose the good memories to carry with me. The sad ones don’t serve to help either of us. I understand now. Wherever you are, I love you. As I slowly walk away from the grave, the dawn eases, a brilliant beam of sunshine falls on the area around me. Thank you, love I Promise He stood over her, fully dressed, coat and all, the chill of the early morning on his clothes. He touched her naked arm, running his hand down it lightly, curving upward to pinch the very tip of her breast. Usually a very sound sleeper, she gasped at the cold of his touch and was instantly awake, with a very hard pebble of a nipple. "What are you doing?" she asked him. She couldn't make out his features in the darkness, but knew when he started to talk he'd be smiling to himself, feeling her reaction to his touch. "Do you need anything that's in your car for later?" he asked her, avoiding her previous question. It took her a minute to remember that he was going to take her car today, and she was taking his. It was this trading of vehicles that led up to the very intense round of lovemaking the night before- and her body recalled it vividly. Her throat was sort of scratchy, but didn't really hurt. "Oh, uh, yes, I do. I need everything that is in the back of it." "Well, I'm running a little late since someone kept me up all night. I really don't have time to move it all, so I'll just take mine then." This wasn't the deal, and he knew it. She made a bargain for it last night, and he was reneging on it. "Why don't I just get it all out of it when you get back home later? Won't you be back here before I have to leave tonight?" "No, I'll be home late. I'm going to the gym after work. I probably won't make it back in time," he told her. "Okay then, give me a kiss before you go," she reluctantly replied. He bent down to kiss her a quick peck on the lips, his own seeming ice cold to her, and giving her a slight chill. She knew full well that he was smiling when he told her, "okay then, I'll see you later, cock-breath." She recalled their recent past activities, and this time it was her turn to smile. He didn't ever call her a name like that, and she knew this was in reference to what they were doing last night. "Hey," she called after him, "I'll have you know I brushed my teeth!" With that, she let out a little giggle, he called out his goodbye, and then left for the day. She wondered to herself how she was going to make it through the day and most of the night before she would see him again. She pulled up her covers and snuggled up under them enjoying the warmth. She slid the palm of her hand over the arm he had touched to warm it up, and remembered back to last night and the fun they had. It had been nearly 10 years since they were married, and she loved him more now than ever. She told him constantly, to the point of his sometimes irritation, she thought. Would he ever really know just how much? She lived for the little things her did for her. Most days she couldn't wait to get home from work, so he would take her in his arms and squeeze her into a bear hug that was hard enough to crack her back and relieve the stress of the day. She looked forward to it, and the anticipation of it got her through the rush hour traffic everyday. She couldn't wait to be in his grasp, not able to get out if she tried. He was so much stronger than her, and they both knew it. He would run his hands down over her back and hips, down to her butt, and cop a feel most of the time. If he didn't, he'd wait until she backed away and quickly pinch her nipples which were always hard afterwards. She'd smack his hands lightly, and just as quickly he'd try it again, just to see if he could do it before she got away. It would be close to ten o'clock tonight when she'd see him, and get the hug she was already wanting now. It was with those thoughts that she drifted back to sleep, and into a replay of the night before. * * * * * They were in his car on the way to a late dinner when she turned to him and asked, "Can I take your car in the morning?" His car was the newer of the two, and pristinely clean compared to hers. He was meticulous about the interior, and she couldn't care less about the scraps of papers, dried plant leaves, and bits of potting soil that littered hers. He returned a look with a grin and said, "It's gonna cost you." "How much?" she asked, knowing he wasn't talking in dollars and cents. "You know what I want, just say it." "You know I'm not going to say it, so why do you ask?" "I keep thinking one of these days you are going to surprise me and do something out of character," he said to her with a chuckle. He always teased her that she was prissy, and much too prim and proper. She knew he thought she was uptight. She didn't care that he said that, or even thought that, she knew it was true. She secretly wanted to be more daring, but could never admit it to him. Having been a "good girl" for 36 years was a tough thing to change. "Back to the matter at hand," she stated, "can I take your car or not?" "You know I don't want your hand in the matter," he told her. She gave him a light punch in the arm. She sat there for a minute and then quietly asked, "Does it involve you squirting or me swallowing something?" He laughed out loud. "You know what I want, does it?" "I think it does, and it is not gonna happen, and you know it." She sat there smiling, as he came up with a reply. "Well, you are the one who wants something from me, so I think you better come up with a fair trade." Hmmmmm..... this is going to be tougher to get out of than she thought. He sat there driving silently as she contemplated what to say next. She never said the things she knew he wanted to hear her say. She only said "dick" when she was taking about someone from work being more than a jerk, and only referred to his anatomy as a "pee-pee" which was to his great disdain. He had once told her that he didn't like that term and to quit saying it, that it made it seem small. She laughed at that and said she had only meant it in the biggest possible way. "Oh, I see, it's a pee-pee to the 10th power," he said and they both roared in laughter. This was still a private joke and when he was fully erect one day after that, she commented on it maybe being to the 11th power. He liked the thought of that. She wondered why guys always were sensitive to comments on their manhood, and why they always felt it necessary to comment on large breasts. It wasn't like a girl could hide big ones, even though most of the time she tried. "Hello..." he said to her. "Are you still there?" "Yeah, I'm thinking." "What do you need to think about? It's not that hard." She grinned, and reached over to feel for herself. He smiled and added, "Yet." "I know what you want, and I need your car, so I just might agree," she replied coyly, then glanced in his direction to see if it would register on his face. "Don't tease me," he said, and waited for her to respond. "You want me to lick your pee-pee until you squirt it all over my boobs, or have me swallow. There, I said it. Now can I have your car tomorrow?" "I don't know why you can't just call it a dick. And you haven't done anything yet." He knew better than to say yes, after all of the times she promised him something sexual, and didn't follow through. There was probably only a 1% chance of him actually getting a sexual favor granted and he knew it, and yet he would still request them, let her have her way, then not get what he wanted in return. "I promise that I will tonight. Okay?" she asked as she rubbed his thigh. He was stopping at a red light now, and turned to her to say, "I've heard that story before. What's so different about it now?" "Well, today I was planning on paying up, but if you don't want to..." she said pulling her hand away. "Okay, we'll see, it's up to you whether you get the car or not." They pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, and went inside for dinner and left it at that. After the check arrived at the table, she reached for it at the same time he did, and she grazed the top of his fingers. She pulled back and asked him, "Why do you do that?" "Do what?" he asked, thinking she meant something about the check. "Bite your cuticles like that," she said. "I don't know. Just a habit," he told her as he reached for his drink to finish it. "You know that scratches when you play with me," she said matter-of-factly, like it was a normal comment coming from her, knowing the complete opposite was true. She thought he was going to choke on his drink, and secretly smiled to herself. She caught him off guard, and it would only be the first time that night, with much more to come. She thought she was going to like this kind of talking after all. Later that night she sat at her computer, and he at his. Both were involved in what they were doing independently, passing the time until the tv show they wanted to watch would be on. They were both content to be together like this, but still separate. He was playing an online "shoot 'em up" game, as she referred to them, and she was reading a story on the Literotica site, hoping he wouldn't turn around and see what she was doing. It wasn't like he would mind, hell, he'd probably encourage it! She remembered them in their early days of sexual activities, and his patience with her. He took his time, and never pressured her, and let her proceed most of the time. She was new to everything, having never even dated another man. She thought this might be one of the things that he liked about her. He once said that he had boldly gone where no man had before. He was such a science nerd sometimes, but she loved it. No description was more accurate than the new show that they had just come across. Although he looked nothing like the character, the personality similarities and odd hobbies they had in common were uncanny. He now joked to her that, "It's time, do you want a Big Bang?" She laughed out loud as he made a joke relating to the show. "I don't know, is that what you want?" she asked him back. "You know what I want, and I'll be collecting later. Remember, you promised." With that he got up and walked past her, rubbing her shoulder on the way out of the computer room to go to their bedroom. He turned on the tv and waited for her. She finished the story she was reading quickly (not forgetting to vote, of course) and then went in to join him. She sat beside him on the bed as they waited for the commercials to end and the show to start. She absent mindedly laced her fingers through his hand and felt the roughness again as she had earlier. Without saying anything, she got up and went into the bathroom to get her nail kit and then returned. The show was just starting, so she hadn't missed any of it yet, and he was so tuned into it, he didn't even realize that she had gone and come back. She still said nothing, but dug into the bag to retrieve the nail clippers, file, and cuticle cream, then zipped up the bag. He was so into the show that he never heard it. With the writer's strike, it was a repeat, but they both liked the story, so they continued watching it. They both laughed at something Sheldon was spouting off to Leonard, it being totally ridiculous as usual. He had his own perception of reality, and it defied normal logic. My God, the characters were so believable, she knew they had to be based on real people. She picked up his right hand and began clipping his fingernail. He turned to her, startled, and asked what she was doing. She replied, "I told you earlier that the jagged skin on your fingers scratches when you play with me, and I have plans for playing tonight." She was feeling kind of naughty, and he tilted his head back with an audible soft growl. Her insides started to tingle as she thought ahead to the things she had planned. The show returned from commercials, and she got to work. She first clipped, then filed and buffed each and every nail. He let her, enjoying a bit of pampering from her. She rubbed his hands and felt their strength as she went, marveling at how much bigger they are than hers. She loved that he was strong and muscular from going to the gym regularly, even if she herself never did. She squeezed his hand, then started applying the cuticle cream. The scent was subtle, like a sweet vanilla. He looked at her, noticing she was doing something he hadn't had before. "Is that necessary?" he asked her with one eyebrow raised. "Just sit here and let me take care of your hands. It's not just for girls, you know. Plenty of men get manicures where I go to get mine done. This will make your hands nice and soft... and I want them soft for later..." At that, he shrugged his shoulders and turned back to the tv. After she finished, she rubbed his hands and wrists thinking how nice they were going to feel when they worked their magic on her. She was anticipating a big "O" and knew she wouldn't be disappointed. He always made sure she was taken care of in that aspect. The show ended, and he got up to go to the bathroom. She could hear the water running while he washed his face and brushed his teeth. She took this opportunity to moisturize herself with the almond scented oil that she knew he liked. She worked it into her feet and ankles, then her knees, and finally elbows. She had gotten a little too much of the oil, and used the last little bit to rub her inner thighs where they met her pussy, smiling inwardly to herself. She wondered if he would notice it or not. He came into the room and sat down on the end of the bed next to her. He sniffed the air then looked at her questioningly. He knew this wasn't the cuticle cream, and that he had smelled the scent before, but couldn't place what it was. She held up the bottle and he instantly recognized it. Yes, it sure did a great job as a lubricant when she used it on his cock a time or two, and he had been content just to let her play like that until he came. That was a long time ago, she thought, and time for a repeat performance in the near future. But not tonight. He sat at the foot of the bed. She stood up from where she had been, stretching her arms upward. She was aware of how the bottom of the satin pajama top raised up to show her butt, and that he was looking. She hurriedly put her arms back down to cover herself again, then thought better of it, and in a swift motion pulled the top off over her head and let it drop to the floor. This was some thing new, she usually didn't let him see very much of her naked, even after 12 years of being together. She didn't have another stitch of clothing on, and it didn't go unnoticed by him. She sat back down beside him, leaning into his arm and wrapping herself around him. He stole sideways glances at her while the light from the tv flickered. She saw it, but pretended to be oblivious to it. She hugged him, then scooted up behind him to massage his neck and shoulders, and heard him sigh softly. She leaned her head against his back, hearing his heartbeat quicken. "Mmmmmmm...," he said as she continued to rub his back and neck. She smiled to herself, loving any sort of audible reaction from him. He was always so quiet during any intimate times, just as she was the opposite in that category. She couldn't wait for him to have her squirming and pleading for him to put his fingers inside her, or bite her nipple, or any one of the things he did that drove her completely mad, and hoped that he would be doing them all very soon. The next half hour time slot passed by quickly, and he stood up to undress to get ready for bed. Both slept nude, so this was a regular nightly routine. She admired his backside and gave it a playful slap as he finally appeared undressed to her. She sat there just looking up at him when he turned and asked, "Wasn't there something that you needed to do tonight? Oh, yes, I think it involved my dick and your mouth. Do you remember that you said you "promised" that it would be tonight?" As he approached her, she backed onto her side of the bed to make room for him and said, "Yes, I remember, and you are going to collect." He still didn't believe her, and if she didn't go through with it, it wouldn't be anything new. He watched her breasts jiggle as she moved, pausing at the foot of the bed until she was still. He settled into his side of the bed, laying face up and waited for her to snuggle into his side like she did every night. She moved over to him, taking her favorite position with her back to his side, and wrapped his arm around herself toward her breasts. He held onto one of them, not moving otherwise. She reached around him, making slow circles with her fingers in a crazy eight pattern up and down his thigh, across the top of his groin, and over to the other thigh. She intermittingly brought the palm of her hand across to massage the underside of his nuts ever so lightly, purposely avoiding it, but knowing his dick would soon be up at attention if it wasn't there already. She continued at a leisurely pace, up and down, back and forth, then added in a graze of his very erect penis with her hand. She could hear his breathing change, and asked, "Are you going to sleep?" "Um, no, not with you doing that. I'm just enjoying it. Did you want to go to sleep now?" he asked, figuring that she would say yes. "Nope, not tonight," she answered. "Are you ready to collect?" "I'm always ready," he said, and she had to admit that it was true. His dick seemed to have an agenda of its own most of the time, not that she minded at all. With that, he playfully pinched her nipple, hearing a soft moan from her as he did. He continued with her breasts as she turned her attention to his cock. She wrapped her small warm hand around it and felt it pulse in her hand. She liked when he purposely did this, and squeezed back lightly. He continued his play with her boobs, while she attended to his dick. After a few minutes, she changed her position, turning toward him and sliding down his side to rest her head on his hip, her leg wrapped around his. She heard him suck in a breath of air, then felt it in his belly. He knew what was coming, as did she. She drew out the anticipation, while she knew he was more than ready for it. She reached over and took his length into her hand, drawing it to her mouth and licked the entire length form the bottom to the tip, then back down the other side. Next, she repeated just using her lips along the same path, pausing and spending a little more time on the most sensitive areas. She heard him breathing, a little quicker now. She knew he would be pleased that she really was doing it for once. She stroked him a little using the moisture her mouth had created. A slow up and down, up and down, twisting her wrist at the tip every now and again with no real pattern so he wouldn't be able to know when to expect it. She felt a little tremor in his hips and knew he was enjoying it. She sat up on her knees, her back towards him while she continued to play. She only continued a few seconds before going down on him completely in one fast swoop, engulfing as much as she could comfortably, and was rewarded with a growl and his hand now grabbing her ass cheek and squeezing it. She loved sucking him into her mouth like this, but never told him as much, and wondered if he would think she was sluttish if she did let him know. Well, she might tell him afterwards, but there were better things to do at the minute. She sucked as she slowly ascended toward the top of his dick, swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip. He now rubbed her ass and lower back, further encouraging her. The mere touch of his hand on her naked flesh started to make her wet, as it always did. She had really wanted, no, scratch that, needed sex tonight, and wondered how long he would make her wait for it. She continued her motions on his cock, with him gasping at the attention she was giving him now and then. He started to tremble as she really got into it, working much faster now, bringing one hand to the base of his dick to make up for the area she couldn't get into her mouth. She massaged his nuts with the other hand causing him to groan and quiver involuntarily. She relished this, and could feel the wetness at her pussy starting to spread to her thighs. I Promise She was near as excited now as he was, but would never think to admit it to him. He started to shake now, and she knew his cumming was near. She could barely take the motions his hand was making traveling up and down her back, then over her ass even though she wiggled it around hoping he would just touch her pussy already. When she could finally take no more of it, she sat up completely and said, "I'll be right back- you wait right here. I'm not even close to being done with you yet." "Just where do you think I'd go now?" he asked her. She giggled but didn't answer, and instead walked the few steps to the linen closet to retrieve two plush beach towels. She knew from experience that things would be getting very messy soon, and hated to sleep in a wet spot all night. As she returned, she once again fully engulfed his cock in a swift motion causing him to expel a burst of air from his lungs. She made a few slow up and down movements, sucking in harder now, and rotating around the tip which she knew he'd like. He was soon shaking again, his hips moving up off the bed as he rubbed her back, sending chills along her spine. She loved to tease him and tonight was no different. She could tell he was close and moved to change her position. She laid down beside him, upside-down, right sides touching, snuggling into him for warmth. She bent her knee closest to him and tucked her foot under his shoulder as he did the same, knowing exactly what she was going to do. She snaked her arm behind his bent knee, reaching around to his rigid cock as he did the same, finding her dripping pussy. "Man, are you wet!" he said. She just laughed. This position was a favorite for them, especially when they were tired, and still needed a release. She had full intentions of keeping her promise, so she held back a little and still teased him with caresses and playful touches. He, on the other hand, had ideas of his own. She was so wet and ready, that he really didn't need to, but still reached for the oil. He took the lid off, and silently aimed the bottle at her pussy. The sudden feel of the cool oil against her clit was enough to cause her to grip his dick harder and scream out again, "Ahhhhhhhh! My God, that is SO cold!" Now he laughed, and went straight to the task of warming it up for her. He slowly strummed his fingers on her clit, then back and forth, up and down, then lazily, just to drive her crazy, she was sure. She was wiggling her hips back and forth, trying to get him to insert a finger into her pussy, but he still kept it up. The rhythmic motion was making her ooze juices down her crack now. She hated that this happened every time he played with her, thus, the towel was a necessity. He kept going, knowing any minute she would be babbling something incomprehensible. She still stroked him, long strokes, remembering not to neglect "the boys," as she called them, while toying with her nipple with her free hand. He now moved one finger into her while continuing to tease her button. This got a response of "Ohhh, yeah! That's what I want! More!" He laughed, removing it after a few seconds. "No!" she yelled, "more!" He proceeded to comply by now placing two fingers inside her instead of the one. "Ahhhhhhh! Yeah!" she yelled, the combination of that and his strumming her clit with his thumb was more than enough to cause her orgasm to come full force. She grabbed for the sheet up over her head and held on for dear life, still gripping his cock. She no sooner got through that than another started. Her legs shook and her arms went stiff. She let out a loud sigh, arching her pelvis off the bed. More cum leaked out of her pussy, creating a puddle on the towel. It was something he had learned about her once by accident, and now he loved it. He didn't let up, curving his fingers inside her, and applying pressure as he stroked. He kept his thumb teasing her clit and suddenly the dam broke. She literally flooded the entire towel with her third and most powerful orgasm, drenching his arm to his elbow at the same time. "Oh, no! I hate that!" she yelled, while feeling to see if the towel was in place, her pussy still in spasms. The towel was so wet that it could be wrung out, and she had erred on the side of caution, in getting the beach towel! She couldn't believe it! He just laughed, knowing how much she hated that she couldn't stop it. It was something she couldn't hold back, no matter how hard she tried. She was so reserved most of the time, and he loved that he could see her lose control like that. "Come here," she growled at him, getting onto her knees again beside him. She took his cock by one hand, the boys with the other and started to play in earnest. She plunged her mouth downward and got him to gasp loudly. She smiled, still holding his cock in her mouth, then giggled feeling a little wicked. He jerked at the sensation, causing her to laugh. "Sorry," she said, then went back to the task. He tickled her ass down to her thigh, and up across her back again repeatedly. She kept up her pace feeling him grow larger than he ever had before. She knew she must be doing exactly what he wanted, but she was dripping again, and couldn't take it anymore. Fuck it, she thought, here goes, and said to him breathlessly, "I REALLY need to jump on you now and take a ride, do you mind?" She hardly ever took the lead like this. He laid there a little surprised, trying to put words together after hearing her comment, and said, "You know, I was so close." "Yes, I know," she replied, "that's why I asked if you would mind. I remember what our deal was, and after I have enough of you, I'll finish it." He never remembered her sucking on him after he had been inside her and thought to himself that there was no way this was ever going to happen. He resigned himself to the fact that it was not going to happen tonight, again. She, of course, knew what he was thinking, and "I promise," was all she said. She didn't wait for the go-ahead, but instead climbed on top of him plunging his cock inside her, sinking down onto it as far as she could, wiggling just a little to get as close as possible. He gasped at the feeling as she let out a loud groan, squealing at the sensations as she lifted up and then sank down again. She hardly ever took this position, usually preferring to have him do all of the work. He was so much better at keeping up a steady pace than what she was. She got lost in the moment, and even sometimes forgot to breathe, let alone keep moving. She kept up the pace for a few minutes until he started to grunt and thrust up into her. This was her favorite part of riding him. He knew she wanted more and deeper, and she wouldn't say it out loud. He gave her exactly what she wanted and was pleased to hear her appreciation in the form of screams of, "Oh...God...please...don't...stop!" as she raised both her arms above her head, feeling her breasts bounce in time with their combined thrusts. He reached up and tweaked both of her nipples making her shudder and scream out again as she brought her hands down from being entangled in her long hair and grabbed onto his wrists tightly. This, of course, only made him continue pumping up into her as she slammed herself down onto him. They matched each other's rhythm until he said, "I'm so close." She immediately stopped her movement, making him remain still also. She sat atop him motionless except for the squeezing of her inner pussy muscles, and him flexing his cock inside her. "Can you feel that?" she asked, not knowing if he could. "Yes," he replied. "Do you like it?" she questioned him, wanting to learn if this was something to be repeated in another of their lovemaking sessions. "Yeah, do you?" he asked in return. She moaned again loudly, falling on top of his chest but still supporting herself against him. She kissed him hard and long, as he returned the kiss back to her. She was covered in a layer of slick perspiration. As she dragged herself up again to a seated position, her nipples grazed against his chest hair. The slight touch on the overly sensitive tips made her feel like they would explode. She felt him move deep inside her again, and pulled away again. She wanted to make this last as long as she could, and began to move in a slow circular pattern on top of his dick, barely keeping him inside her, until even she couldn't keep it up anymore. "I REALLY need you to make me scream now," she told him outright, and was amazed that it just slipped out of her mouth like she said it every day. He knew that it was now his turn to control the actions, and waited for her to get on her hands and knees moving in behind her. She was always very vocal like this. He moved in behind her and rubbed her clit slowly back and forth with his cock. Up and down, up and down, as she wiggled her ass in frustration. The wetness was running down her legs. "Now, please, now! was all she got out before he rammed into her with all his might. He was met with more than a scream, it was a shriek... a wail he had never heard from her before. "Louder," he said leaning over her and whispering it into her ear, and plunged in again. She screamed again, louder than before. He continued the assault, and was met with, "Oh...my...God...don't... stop...don't...ever...stop!," which punctuated each of his thrusts. He kept up, pulling her hips backwards into him, with her voicing her pleasure as he did. Her breasts shook as he thrust his cock into her, and she pushed back against him, encouraging him on in his motions. He said to her almost apologetically, "I...need...to... come... now." She was so caught up in the moment that she said, "Yes, do it, don't stop, and I'll lick you afterwards." This was all it took to push him over the edge. She felt him start to squirt inside of her and that was all it took to have her gasping, and out of breath, not even able to make a sound. She finally caught her breath and screamed again as he squeezed her ass cheeks, spurting the last of it into her pussy. They both finished at the same time, however this was his first and her fourth orgasm of the night. "Do you realize that was four for me?" she asked him. "Hmmmm, really? No, I didn't," he said. He grabbed the second, dry towel she had brought, and proceeded to wipe up, and then gave it to her. He went into the bathroom as she picked up the other towel. "Oh my God! She said, this actually is thoroughly soaked! Do you see what you made me do?" she called after him. The bathroom light shone into the bedroom, and she looked at the sheet under where the towel had been. "Great, just what I thought," she said. He was now walking back into the bedroom, and just laughed. "Glad it's on your side, he said. "Nice," she replied. "Hey, I didn't do it." "Well I didn't do it by myself," she said back, smacking his ass playfully. She went into the bathroom, towels with her. She cleaned herself, and then returned to the bedroom. He was under the sheet, and she immediately saw the tent in his groin area. "Are you ready for more?" she asked him. "Huh?" he replied, surprised that she would consider more. "Well I see you are still standing tall," she said as she slipped her hand under the cover, stretching across the bed to reach his side. "I made you a promise and intend to follow through tonight," she told him. "Okay, if you want to," he said as she moved her hand up and down his dick. She took up her position kneeling beside him and began again with her lips making sucking sounds as she went at it. He sighed as she licked and sucked, keeping a steady pace. He placed his hands under her and between her thighs, cupping her mound, squeezing lightly. "Mmmmmm..." she replied, all the while with her mouth on him. This made him gasp. He found her clit and played with it in circular motions, lightly teasing her, feeling the slickness of her pussy. He entered her with his finger causing her to grab his cock as she tensed from it. She smoothed the saliva over his cock with her hands which were laced together on his cock. Up and down, up and down, twisting slightly, blowing across the tip now and then, and giggling as she did. He continued to fuck her with his fingers, first one, then two while at the same time teasing her clit. Her nipples were rigid, aching actually. "I need you again," was more of a command to him than anything else, and he slowly sat up. "How," he asked her, letting her choose. "Make me scream again, please!" she begged him. He led her to stand at the end of the bed, one leg bent and resting on their bed, waiting for him. He stood behind her, moving close to wrap his arms around her to fondle both breasts. He knew this excited her immensely, causing her to arch her back. As she did, he speared into her as she let out another piercing scream. "YESSSSSSS!!!!" Just what I wanted!!! OHHHH! Mmmmmmmmmmmm! She wailed, enjoying the sensations fully. Mmmm...mmmmm...mmmmm...mmmmmm...! Oooooooooooohhhhhhhh! Yeah...! Don't...stop...!" she screamed at him to encourage him to keep going. "Ahhhh!" he growled back, which just egged her on in her voicing her own emotions. If he only knew what it did to her when he let her know how much he was enjoying it too, he'd be more vocal every time. She loved to hear him enjoying her. After a while she said to him, "Wait, please, just a minute." She moved forward, then turned over onto her back. She opened her legs under him, and scooted down to meet him. She held his cock into her hand and guided it again into her pussy. He began again, pumping in and out in a steady rhythm. She brazenly played with her clit, so he could feel her hand there. She let him see her other hand at her nipple, twisting and pinching it, just like he had earlier. She knew he loved to see her this way, and hardly ever let him. This would have to change, she thought to herself. This naughty streak promised to continue for a long time. She was enjoying this much too much to revert back now. As he continued to thrust into her, she circled her clit faster and faster until she was at the point of no return. She was again making little gasping sounds as she built up to another crashing orgasm. He could feel her start to tremble and squeeze his cock in her pussy. He pushed in deeper and harder, quickening the pace. He growled as she screamed "Now! Oh my God, again!" and felt it come on full force. He said to her, "I'm gonna cum!" "Wait," she said and quickly got up from under him, hating to tear herself away from him, still feeling the spasms within her. "I promised, and you're going to collect." He stood back while she took a position kneeling on the floor on a pillow and gobbled up his dick. She grabbed a handful of his nuts, just for good measure. She played with them a little rougher than normal, and went at his cock like there was no tomorrow. She had him so wet with her saliva that it was running down over his dock and gathering at her hand on his balls. She reached around him to grab his ass and pull him toward her. He yelled, "Oh, God, now!" and she backed away just as he squirted onto her tits as she bent in front of him. "AHHHHHH!" he exclaimed as he watched the spray start to land on her breasts, then run into the valley between them. After expending all that he had, he leaned forward to run his dick between her tits, coating it with the cum that was already there. She looked down to see that amazingly, after all of the night's activity, he was still hard as a rock! She licked her lips absentmindedly, but it hadn't gone unnoticed. She looked back up at him, holding his gaze, and without a word, bent her head down for a mouthful. He grabbed her shoulders to steady himself and she felt the added weight on her own hands, as she held onto his thighs. This was her first taste of his cum. Not bad, she thought, but she wasn't really prepared for the warmth of it. He couldn't believe she had finally done it. His knees nearly buckled. After this long together, he never thought it was a possibility. Maybe she was loosening up a little bit, in the right way. She brought him out of his thoughts when she bent lower and sucked one of his balls into her mouth. He reacted by squeezing her shoulders roughly, then running his hands along her neck and up to grab a handful of her hair, pulling it. She stopped abruptly, thinking that he had never done that before. After a brief pause to contemplate whether she would like it again, she went back to sucking his dick, as he rubbed her shoulders and ran his thumbs around and over her collar bones. He played with her hair running his fingers through it, grazing her ears, feeling her moan on his dick as he did. After quite some time, she stopped and asked, "You're not even close, are you?" "Nope, but I'm enjoying every second of it. Do you want to stop? I don't think I can come again now anyway." "I'm kind of enjoying myself too," she replied, feeling him rubbing her shoulders. She really didn't want to stop, but knew he had to be at work early. "We could get some sleep, and continue this again," he told her, "I think we probably should. I'm getting so tired." She stood warily, her knees trembling for being in that position for so long. They embraced wrapping their arms tightly around each other, with him more or less holding her up, sharing a kiss before climbing back to their king sized bed. "Honey?" she asked as she temporarily moved away from him to get under the covers. "Yeah," he answered, straightening the sheet a little on his side, feeling her snuggle up against him. "Would you want to do all of this again?" thinking of the things she finally had the nerve to try tonight. "Fuck yeah!" he told her, as he hugged her, then kissed her forehead, "but would you?" A big smile grew on her face as she closed her eyes. "I promise," was her only reply. I Promise... Tomorrow was the big day. Finally Rick and I were going to be married. It was just going to be a small registry office service with about thirty of our friends attending. My best friend Robin was going to be my bridesmaid. First I should tell you about Robin. She is a gorgeous nineteen-year-old black woman, petite with the tawny body of a cat. She is very Jamaican with her black hair done in a maze of tight plaits. Robin works with me and lives with her boyfriend Tyrone and brother Leroy. Robin had invited me for a "last night out" before I became committed. We were going to the Sundowner, a local strip club for a few drinks. The night had been a barrel of laughs. The Sundowner allowed females in the audience to come on stag and use the pole between the featured dancers. Robin had gone up and peeled all the way down to the cheers of the hooting crowd. Not satisfied with her own performance she was urging me to go on stag and try it. Normally I would be much too shy but I had downed enough drinks and been inspired by Robin's acceptance I decided to give it a try. The audience cheered as I took the pole. I was wearing a short pink dress that came off surprisingly easy. To the cheers of the crowd I worked the pole in my expensive white silk bra and bikini panties. "Take it off, take it off!" they chanted. First I removed my bra allowing my large creamy white breasts to spill out. The cheers were deafening. I peeled my panties down my legs revealing my freshly waxed pussy to about fifty horny guys. The thrill was exhilarating as I flaunted myself in front of a bunch of strangers. While I was on stage naked Tyrone and Leroy entered the club and joined Robin at our table. "Nice routine." Tyrone congratulated me when I returned to our table. "Thank you." I said adjusting my dress and taking a much-needed swig from my glass. Considering I had just flaunted my naked body before a crowd of horny strangers on the night before my wedding excited me. Maybe I was not ready for marriage? All too soon it was closing time. "Let's go to our place." Robin suggested. I knew it was inviting disaster but I did not want the evening to end. It was a short taxi ride to Robin and the guys' apartment. We had just entered the apartment when Robin kicked her shoes off and got out a bottle of rye. Leroy put some music on while Robin did an encore strip for the guys. "Get up there and join her." Tyrone directed me. Why not? What the hell they had already seen me naked. I joined my almost naked friend in the center of the room. In minutes we were both gyrating naked before the guys taunting them with our charms. The party somehow ended up on Robin's bed. I was lying on my back with my legs open while Robin munched on my pussy. Leroy was behind her fucking his sister while Tyrone straddled my chest and was tit-fucking me with ten inches of hard black cock. Tyrone had my head cupped in his hands and as he neared ejaculating he lifted my head positioning my mouth over the threatening head of his cock. As he pressed against my lips I opened my mouth and let him in. He came in mighty spurts, his thick creamy cum coating my teeth and tongue with salty brine. "Swallow." He demanded holding me on his spiting viper. I allowed his goo to slide down my throat like a slimy snail leaving an unpleasant trail in its wake. Robin's tongue was scavenging between my legs while her brother moaned with his cock wallowing in her pussy. This was so wrong. Here on the morning of my wedding day I was ingesting the sperm of a black man while brother and sister were committing incest in my crotch. "I'm going to fuck you bitch!" Tyrone exclaimed. Upon hearing her man's intentions Robin quickly abandoned my pussy leaving it for her boyfriend to use. Being so close to being married I had ceased taking my birth control pills so I could conceive our first child. According to my calculations I was ovulating. Taking a black cock in me was like a loaded gun going off on a busy street. Tyrone mounted me as I lay helplessly on my back, my pussy still wet with his girlfriend's saliva. I felt him wedging the fat head of his cock between my smooth pussy lips. With one powerful thrust he slid into me. God he was big! It was amazing a little girl like Robin could handle Tyrone's black monster. Automatically my cunt clenched his cock. "Don't cum in me!" I foolishly pleaded. Tyrone didn't answer, he just begins to move in and out of me. I moaned as my legs embraced him. It was a fuck of lust, white pussy craving for black cock. Tyrone slammed me mercilessly pounding me into the mattress like a wild animal. My hips rose and slammed into his loins on every plunge into my nest. I wanted his hot sperm to flood me. My lips were saying no but my cunt was saying, "feed me"; shoot your nourishment into me. I knew I was offering my precious eggs to him. "Close your eyes Baby!" Tyrone whispered and I knew he was about to cum. I closed my eyes and felt the rush of warm cum flowing into my pussy. It was enough to trigger my detonation. I had been fucked many times by many men before but non-had ignited me the way Tyrone did. It could have been because I was such a naughty girl about to be married of Tyrone's ten inches, or a combination of both. Whatever the reason my orgasm crashed over me at a ten on the Reicter scale. My entire body shook, my toes curled and my back arched into my black lover's loin as I surrendered the fruit of my womb to another man. I lay totally shattered as Tyrone's seed drained into me. Finally he dismounted leaving my pussy feeing so empty. Not for long, before the perspiration evaporated from my breasts Leroy was taking his place. Leroy slid into Tyrone's mess easily after the ravishing my cunt had just taken. I looked at the big grin on his face as he felt white pussy surrounding his meat. "O.K." I said, "You might as well dump into me too!" On the other side of the bed Robin was busy sucking all traces of my pussy off her boyfriend's cock while her brother took me for a ride. Leroy's fuck was anticlimactic after the main event with Tyrone. The inept sister-fucker didn't even have a big dick. I couldn't help smiling as Robin watched me making my vows later in the day knowing her boyfriend's and brother's sperm was swimming around in my belly.