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Teddy Bears

By: Teddy Bears



In one way, I was relieved to have finally released my nearly-unbearable, and clearly no-longer-sustainable, threshold of excitement. But in another way, I was a little sad to on longer be in that amazing pre-orgasmic moment, that wonderful rush, when I had been teetering, almost, ALMOST, but not quite there yet, just on the brink of my powerful, mind-numbing, head-to-toe orgasmic explosion.

Lying naked on our bed, my nipples now rock-hard and thick, my areolas wide and red, my steaming pussy still oozing the warm, thick, sticky cream of my own obvious lust and pleasure, all over his eagerly-lapping tongue and my thick bush, I barely managed to croak out my urgent, desperate plea: "She wants him, honey. Oh, baby, she REALLY wants him. Put him IN ME, honey! Pleeeease! Give it to me-- NOW! I want you, I NEED you!" As if he couldn't tell just by looking at me, I quite needlessly added, "HURRY! I'm ssssso-o-o HORRRRRR-NY!"

My hips were swaying left and right, my thighs rocking up and down, throughout my desperate cries, as I fought to stave-off my next impending orgasm, which I could already feel impatiently welling-up from the deepest depths of my soul. All that I wanted at that moment, all that I could think and fantasize about, was for my thick love cream to thoroughly coat the soft, smooth skin and hard, twitching muscles of his always-wonderful cock, as it invaded, plunged deeply, and thrust forcefully in and out of me. See, I TOLD you that my lust for my husband, can toss my usually-rational personality, RIGHT out the window!

He slid himself up the bed, between my spread legs, and raising himself by his thighs, he positioned his cock pointing straight down at my wide- open and soaking-wet pussy. I grabbed his cock--at two inches across and throbbing wildly, it took both of my hands to control it--and I gently, lovingly, eagerly guided him into me. The swollen, reddish-purple head of his cock felt SO good passing inside my pussy lips, that already I started to buck my thighs up and down on the bed, rock my hips from side to side, and moan with the pure joy of it all. That word kept crossing my mind to sum up what I was feeling at that precise moment: "joy."

As if he was reading my mind, he said "Making love with you is a pure joy." I knew he and I were usually on exactly the same wavelength--that's what had made us a couple to begin with--but I still think it amazing that he used exactly the same word I was then thinking: "joy." Looking back on it, I'm just about convinced that our seemingly-supernatural teddy bears, watching all of our vigorous loving from their headboard perch just above us, somehow planted the word "joy" in both of our minds at the same time. Be that as it may, what I loved most about what he had said was the he had told me that he wanted to make love WITH me, instead of saing TO me. This made me feel like a full and equal partner in our lovemaking, and I knew that he now recognized, that I CAN and I DO give him, as good as I get from him.

He had been thrusting so sweetly and powerfully, up and down, side to side, in and out of me, and I had been shaking and moaning with the joy of it all, but now he shifted his position from thrusting vertically, to pumping my pussy horizontally. Much to my joy and gratitude, his 8-inch-long, two-inch thick, rhythmically throbbing column of rock-solid manly cock slid very slowly into me now, stretching my eager pussy lips so very tightly around his wonderful thick, throbbing, thrusting shaft.

I wrapped my arms around his back, and my legs around his legs, resting my feet on his firm ass cheeks, and using my strong leg muscles to push and pull his ass, regulating the pace of his powerful horizontal thrusts into my throbbing horniness.

Once he was all the way in, he swayed his hips from side to side, as I had been doing earlier, so the tip of his loving cock slid from the bottom of my pussy, to first the left, and then the right side of my inner walls. Now he pulled himself almost, but not quite, all the way out of me. Each time that he slid back into me, he alternated between sliding straight in, rocking into my left wall, and swaying against my right wall. Each of his amazing forward thrusts was progressively just a little bit faster, too. His eagerly-wagging cock was exploring every nook and cranny of my interior, and I was getting very wet again. I raised my legs around both sides of my head, spreading my legs wider, and letting his powerful horizontal thrusts penetrate me even deeper now. By this time, I was so thoroughly and naturally lubricated with my own lustful desires for him, that his thick, thrusting rod glided very easily, almost effortlessly, in and out of me now.

Now he began sliding his full 8 inches very quickly in and out of me, just slipping and sliding straight up and down (no time for fancy side-to-side moves any more, at the burning-hot pace with which he was now giving his sweet loving to me). As he pounded my walls so sweetly, powerfully, tenderly, passionately, and lovingly, he also rolled and pinched my still-hard clit between his thumb and forefinger. I was once more teetering on the very brink of climax, tingling all over with love and lust, urgently needing to come, yet wanting my overpowering excitement and sense of impending explosion to last as long as possible. I fought to hold back my orgasm, to prolong the sweet, loving, horny feelings, for as long as possible.

But after only about five minutes of his deep, rapid, loving thrusts, and him massaging my clit, I just couldn't hold back any longer, and I DID come again. And again and again. What a blast, literally and figuratively! He paused his thrusting until I stopped coming by the bucketful, until I calmed down a little, breathing less rapidly than during my orgasm, but still panting quite heavily and feeling VERY excited.

When he felt that I had calmed down enough, he resumed his wonderfully-deep plunging thrusts, pushing himself deep and hard into me, and then backing away from me again. Curious how long he could last, I now began counting his deep and rapid horizontal thrusts. Just as he pumped his long, thick, pulsating shaft into me for the eighth time since my orgasm, I felt him explode. His huge cock was so tight against my inner walls, that I actually felt his thick, creamy white come arise out of his balls, travel down the length of his pulsing shaft, burst out of his cock head, and splatter against the deepest, inner-most recesses of my soaking-wet pussy.

We each held the other in our arms, as the room stopped spinning around me, and I began to breathe again. After about ten minutes of holding each other, and kissing each other's necks, his cock began pulsing deep inside of me, keeping rhythm with the loud, accelerated beating of his heart. Each time that a pulse of his cock throbbed in its outward expansion, increasing still further the over-two- inch diameter of his extremely-thick rod, my pussy muscles clamped down tight around him, increasing the pressure of his cock on my inner walls. He kept this up for about five minutes, before very slowly and gently easing himself out of me. His slowly-retreating, still-extremely-thick cock, pulled my tight pussy lips out away from the rest of my body, along with his spent but still rock-hard shaft.

I smiled and licked my lips as I gazed on the thick, gooey, glistening glaze of slick pussy juice that I had just left coating his slowly-retreating, still- pulsating shaft. The copious volume of my freely-flowing pussy juice was even entangled all over his thick, dark pubic hair. Of course, the outside of my pussy was liberally coated with HIS come, too, as well as my own.

I sat bolt upright, and I let my tongue catch the dribbling mess still pouring out of his sexy cock, alternating between licking his cock head and lovingly swallowing his still-errupting shaft. My tongue repeatedly paddled his cream back into my mouth and throat, my taste buds reveling in the sweet but tangy flavor of this very tangible expression of his deep and intangible love for me.

I just lay there, my heart and soul, the very core of my being, still riding an unparalleled high, with my loving husband's warm, thick come slowly oozing out of my now-sore cunt and ass, and still dribbling out of the corners of my mouth, where I had been sucking his exploding shaft only moments before.

Yes, I know that the modern philosophy says that women can be very fulfilled by a career, and we don't NEED a man. But a job can, and usually does, "fuck a woman over" in a way that is TOTALLY different from, and not at all as joyful as, being fucked by a gentle, loving, caring, gentlemanly husband, who thoroughly and intimately knows how to excite all of your pleasure centers.

I can't speak for other women, of course, but in my own opinion, there is simply no better feeling that a woman can ever experience in this whole world, than the warm afterglow after she has just had her hot, horny, eager, tight, dripping pussy completely, thoroughly, skillfully, and masterfully fucked for hours on end, by her very own man's long, thick, pulsating, throbbing, thrusting, come- spewing cock. The afterglow produced by that very same gorgeous cock that she herself, with her skill, love, and familiar knowledge of his sexy body, has just brought to powerfully-blasting orgasmic ecstasy. What other experience can a woman possibly have, that even remotely rivals, let alone tops, the incredibly- exciting, yet at the same time highly-soothing, feeling that she can get only from the thick, thrusting cock of the one and only man whom she loves, admires, trusts, and respects with all of her heart and soul? I just love feeling his warm, post-orgasmic ooze dribbling down onto my outer pussy lips, from the withdrawing tip of the long, thick, pulsating cock of my very own soul-mate, the man with whom I have chosen to share the rest of my life.

There is something very reassuring, indeed highly comforting, in that post- orgasmic after-glow, in still feeling the heat that his sizzling cock has left smoldering deep inside of my sore, but satisfied, pussy. What a joy it is to stretch out and relax on our bed, my head soothingly propped-up on my thick, fluffy pillow, as the thoroughly-blended mixture of warm, fresh, his-and-hers juices seeps out of my freshly-fucked pussy, and drips down onto the cool bed sheets. And what could make any woman happier, than the knowledge that she and her loving husband will get to go through the same cycle of exquisite foreplay, heart-pounding and ever-growing excitement, slamming-hard fucking, powerful multiple orgasms, and warm after-glow all over again, on virtually a daily basis, for the rest of their lives? To me, a woman simply cannot have a better, more- fulfilled life with her lover, her husband and soul-mate, her life partner, than this heart-warming after-glow.

OK, enough of my sermonizing on the sexual joys of married life. Back to my story.

Now we both rolled our completely worn-out and fucked-out bodies, over onto our stomachs. He stopped to admire, stroke, fondle, and kiss my curvy ass cheeks, enjoying the creases where my rounded ass meets my slender, shapely legs (he has repeatedly told me that he considers these creases to be my sexiest, most alluring, most feminine anatomical feature).

Anyway, as we lay face down, enjoying our loving after-play, something mysteriously made us both look up at the same moment, to notice our teddy bears atop the head board of our bed. We both dropped our mouths open in disbelief, and we simultaneously pointed and shouted, "Look at that!"

My white teddy bear now had its arms around his brown teddy bear, and the brown teddy bear's arms were around the white one's, too. Their lips were touching, and they were gazing soulfully into each other's button eyes. My white teddy bear's chest was turned just enough, so we could both read the words on its pillow, that summed up how we were both feeling at that moment, after our amazing, post- argument, making-up sexual and romantic interlude: "I love you."