Although he felt deep empathy for her condition, Robert's cock was extremely hard and he knew his balls were turning the color of the butterflies on the wall. They were filled with cum and he was in some serious pain. He wondered if fucking her at that moment would be adding insult to injury.
"I'm sorry honey, but I can't take it anymore."
Robert's words fell on deaf ears however. As he moved on top of her, he saw her cute little butt. The butt of his dreams, he thought. Placing one knee on the outside of her left thigh, he swung his right leg over; as he had seen many cowboys do in the movies.
He was now sitting astride her looking down at her beautiful rear end. Between her cheeks, her pussy was still dripping and oozing the cream of total satisfaction. But now it was his turn. He took hold of his penis and guided it into her still pulsing vagina.
As she realized what was occurring, she moaned,
"No baby ... it's to much ... wait ... wait a minute."
Robert could not wait any longer, and moved forward plunging his cock into her. She groaned again as the tip of his penis came in contact with her cervix. It felt wonderful and she shifted her hips up to help him fuck her, as much as she could in her condition.
Robert, appreciated her efforts however, he needed no help. Everything was there. The girl he had always loved, who had loved him. His hard penis and her dripping pussy; and most of all a screaming need in his brain to fuck her and shoot all of his hot cum deep into her.
It was a delectable feeling, and he moved very slowly at first. He smiled, as she would let out a little groan each time he shoved into her. The feeling began to be overwhelming, and he was now moving with mechanical precision. He was again fucking his girlfriend as he had done countless times in the past, and she was beginning to respond.
"Oh God; oh God; oh God," she muttered almost in a whisper. "Fuck me Bobby, fuck me hard baby. I want you."
Robert had pulled so hard on her pelvis that she was now up on her knees and pushing her butt back into him with all of her remaining strength. His perspiration was running off of his forehead and splashing on Jennifer's back. She felt it and cried out as it though it was acid. They were no longer Jennifer and Robert, two separate entities. They had come together and they were one.
He had heard the priest say the words at several weddings, however until this moment the real meaning had eluded him. Now he understood. They were two persons attached though a symbiotic like relationship, and had become one, relying on each other for the extreme pleasure no other persons could provide them.
Robert again felt the back pain, the tingling in his thighs and his balls tightening as though they were in velvet vice. All of the signs were there, and relief was eminent. Just as Robert's sperm was forcing its way toward the tip of his cock, Jennifer expelled an ear-piercing scream, which was closely followed by a sound that Robert thought at first was a firecracker exploding in her vagina.
He quickly realized that she had the mother of all orgasms. Nether of them moved for several moments. He was holding her hips, as though the two of them were connected. At that point she was unconcerned with the world and hugged her pillow like a little girl, ready for dreamland.
With a resounding "Uhhhhhhh" from Jennifer's lips, due to her strong and uncontrollable desire for him to remain inside of her, a painful emptiness in her vagina was created when he pulled his cock free.
He then helped her lay down on her stomach, and as she was so wet from his perspiration, he covered her with the sheet, which began to soak up all of the moisture. Lying down next to her, he thought of the many painful nights and days he had been without her.
He smiled to himself knowing things would be different now. She was his totally, and would remain that way until his dying day. As Robert lay back, the wonderfully satisfaction of sex induced sleep overtook him. She had made him complete.
Robert awakened to a dream of a little frightened girl of eight crying, in what looked to be a dark damp basement. She was tied to a chair, her arms and legs bound with towels. He sat up in bed, looking around realizing that he and Jennifer were still at the motel. His heart was beating rapidly, due to the dream and his movements had awakened Jennifer to a state between sleep and consciousness.
Robert sat up against the bed board, recalling the dream in its entirety. He seemed to recall having the dream before, or had it been a reality, he couldn't be sure, however he was sure that there was a part of the dream that was missing.
"God." Said Jennifer, in an unintelligible Midwestern Ohio accent. "Were you trying to kill me Robert, because you almost succeeded? I don't think my arms and legs work anymore. What time is it anyway?"
"Two in the morning," said Robert, glancing at the digital clock on the TV set, its large red letters illuminating the room, turning some of the wallpaper butterflies purple.
"Come here Robert and cuddle up, so we can sleep a little more."
Robert moved down and cuddled with his girl, hoping the dream would not return. Although he knew it had not been about him, he hadn't been quite that frightened in a long time. He was a little scared to go back to sleep, so he laid there planning their future.
He knew that he had enough in the bank for a down payment on a modest home in Santa Barbara. There were new houses being built near Parma Park, with wonderful views of the Pacific Ocean. They were still young enough to have a child of their own; and maybe even two.
It would be a great family. Her two kids and one or two of their own. He would leave it up to her, as she was the one who would suffer the discomfort of pregnancy and the pain of childbirth. The only thing holding them back was her divorce.
Robert awoke at five o'clock, just as the dawn was chasing away the night. He had a strange feeling. He was on his back naked and Jennifer was on her knees by his midsection, her mouth on his penis, sucking him.
"What ... what's ..."
She removed he mouth from his cock, however continued to jack him off and asked,
"I'm sorry, did I wake you? It just looked so tasty, I wanted to try again."
"Please," said Robert. "Please continue."
Jennifer smiled, and then went back to her chore of draining Robert's testicles. He laid back, closed his eyes and enjoyed what she was doing. He thought heaven would never be like this. All of the angels would be ironing their sheets, dusting clouds, having their halos charged and polished. He would probably the one assigned to throwing lighting bolts down to earth. But there wouldn't be any sex.
Then he thought, what if there was sex in heaven? He could see a supervisor angel sitting at a large marble table, a gigantic book open in front of him, his head in his hands. Standing in front of him, a cute little blonde angel looking embarrassed with a big pregnant belly. The supervisor says,
"A perfect record shot to hell!"
He felt it and opened his eyes. It was coming. He could feel it in his thighs and back and now in his balls.
"Sweetie wait ... take your mouth off. I'm cuming."
Jennifer held up a hand, like a crossing guard stopping traffic and continued to suck, even harder if that was possible. No more warning he thought, and let go of his sperm. It shot into her mouth hard and she sat up with a surprised look on her face. Her cheeks were puffed out like she had a mouth full of water. But it wasn't water, and it appeared as though she wasn't sure what to do with it.
"Spit it out honey. You don't have to swallow it."
She shook her head "no" then gulped. She smiled at Robert then like a little girl who had taken all of her medicine, she opened her mouth wide to show him.
