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Teddy Bears

Age when it happend: 46
Where it happened: home
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 10
Category: Straight

Teddy Bears

People say that old married couples think so much alike that
they say the same things at the same time, or finish each
other’s sentences. My husband and I are so compatible, that
we were already doing this by our third date. Just three
months after our first date, we were married, and our love
has been growing stronger every day. Having the same thoughts
at the same time has become more frequent.

So I guess it should be no surprise that among the gifts we gave each other on our first anniversary, we gave each other nearly the same gift. He gave me a white teddy bear holding a pillow saying “I love you” in one hand, and a balloon in the other. I gave him a light-brown teddy bear holding a box of candies in his arms. We placed both teddy bears on the shelf above the headboard of our bed.

My husband and I are both intelligent, well-educated, rational professionals. But there is something about those teddy bears that makes us think maybe tales of the supernatural aren’t as far-fetched as our rational minds would like us to believe.

I guess we first noticed the supernatural nature of our teddy bears when we had a minor disagreement about the temperature of the house. It was a hot autumn night, so I turned up the air conditioner full blast. Even so, I still felt hot. But my husband complained he was freezing. We argued a little, and he decided to wrap himself in a blanket and watch TV in the living room. He watched a movie for a while, then came back into our bedroom.

It is then that I noticed our teddy bears, and pointed them out to my husband. The white teddy bear that he had given me had its arms crossed across its chest, with body language that bespoke anger. The white bear’s head was turned away from the brown bear I had given him. His brown bear had its head drooping downward in sadness, and was also looking away from my white bear.

Before my husband got back into our bed, I sat up, and we both said at the same time, “I’m sorry.” The fact that we said this in unison made us both laugh.

“I forgive you,” we both said at the same time. We both laughed again. “We said that at the same time,” we again both said in unison. By now, we were both laughing hard at the coincidence of saying everything at the same time.

“Come here,” I said, stretching out my arms to him, “give me a hug.” He sat down beside me and we hugged. He then kissed the left side of my neck, which always starts igniting my deep passion for him. I lifted up his T-shirt and began kissing his chest and nibbling his nipples. He lay flat on his back so I could really focus on kissing his chest. He began to moan, and arching his back, rocked his hips up and down. I knew he was getting hard, but I didn’t want to focus on that yet, I just wanted to keep concentrating on his chest for a while longer.

After a few minutes, he sat up, pulled off his T-shirt completely, and rolled me on my back. He unbuttoned the buttons on my sheer black night jacket, and opened it to expose my 36-C breasts, but did not take my jacket completely off. He now began kissing my breasts, starting at the top, working his tongue around my areolas, then sucking and nibbling on my hard, 1/2-inch long nipples. Then he kissed under my breasts. He knows how much I like this. Now his kisses trailed down to my belly button, then around to the curve of my hips, which he likes to kiss and stroke.

Now he kissed down my left leg. He was lying on the bed on his tummy, and as he kissed his way down my leg, I could feel the mattress quake with each throb of his 7-inch cock against the sheet. I knew that in his state of arousal, his kisses down my legs would never make it all the way down to my toes. Sure enough, he stopped at my knee, then began kissing up my right leg, from the knee upward. He was just too excited, and I knew what he wanted: a taste of my pussy juice.

So I spread my legs apart, so that when his kisses reached the top of my legs, it would be easy for him to continue his kisses across to my pussy. While I settled into position, he removed the white silk boxers with the red Valentine’s hearts, which I had bought him, and I could see his hard cock throbbing in midair. Lying on his tummy again, with his cock pressed into the sheet, he kissed my thick patch of dark pubic hair, then down to the outside of my pussy lips. Gently prying the lips apart with two fingers, he let his kisses go just inside my pussy. Then his tongue slowly curled out of his mouth, licking just inside of my lips, and then licking along the sides of my inner walls.

“Wow,” he said, “you’re already so wet.”

“Just thinking about you does that to me, my sweet,” I said.

His tongue probed deeper inside me, then started working its way back out, stopping at that little cliff where my walls start to narrow, and licking that sensitive place just inside, that some people think might be the elusive and legendary “G-spot”. Whether that’s a G-spot or not, his tongue sure felt exquisite when it licked there, and my inner walls were now heavily lubricated with my desire for his tongue and his cock. I knew that, soon enough, I would be experiencing both.

Now his tongue moved upward, his licks trying to coax my clit out of hiding. His tongue pushed open my hood just enough for him to suck my tiny clit up into his mouth. He kissed and licked on and around my love button. I looked down, and saw that his eyes were wide open, studying me intently, watching my little button grow bigger and harder. Now he began softly nibbling his teeth on my clit. From somewhere deep down, way inside the hidden recesses beneath my clit, I felt my thick, creamy liquid start to boil up toward the surface. I moaned, and squirmed my hips side-to-side on the bed.

“Yes, honey,” he said. “That’s right. Don’t hold anything back.”

“Oh, you’ve got her! You’ve got her!”

“Let me taste your sweet juice. Let me have all of your juice. Let me feel it on my tongue, and deep in my throat.” Now his tongue moved past my clit, to the little mini-slit right at the very top of my bigger pussy slit, and he tried to dart his tongue inside. But his tongue was too wide to fit inside this tiny opening, so he resumed his licking on my clit.

That did it. I bucked my hips up into his face, wanting my pussy to pass right through his face, so his wonderful tongue could probe more deeply than ever before. I started bucking up and down very quickly, and each time I thrust upward, his head swung further downward and his tongue swept along more and more of the length of my pussy. Then he sucked my clit all the way back into his mouth again, and his teeth softly clenched my button and would not let go.

“Don’t hold anything back. Give me all of your juice,” he said again, and just as he was saying it, I did. I oozed from around my clit, onto his tongue, and he let my cream slide down his throat, just as he had said he would. He licked until he really did get all off my juice.

“Your juice is delicious,” he said, kissing my pubic hair.

I barely managed to croak out, “She wants him, honey. Oh, she wants him. Put him in me!
Pleeeease!”

He slid over between my spread legs, and raising himself by his thighs, positioned his cock pointing straight down at my wide-open and soaking wet pussy. I grabbed his cock–at three inches around and throbbing wildly, it took both of my hands to control it–and 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.”

His cock slid very slowly into me, and I wrapped my legs around him, resting my feet on his firm ass cheeks. 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 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 he slid back into me, he alternated between sliding straight down, rocking into my left wall, and swaying against my right wall. Each downward thrust was faster, too. His cock was exploring every nook and cranny of my interior, and I was getting very wet again. I was so lubricated, that he glided very easily in and out of me now.

Now he began sliding his full 7 inches very quickly in and out of me, just going straight up and down (no time for fancy side-to-side moves any more, at the pace he was now giving it to me). As he did this, he rolled and pinched my still hard clit between his thumb and forefinger. After about five minutes of these deep, rapid thrusts and him massaging my clit, I came again. He paused his thrusting until I sopped coming and calmed down a little, breathing less rapidly than during my orgasm, but still panting and very excited.

When he felt that I had calmed down enough, he resumed his thrusts. Curious how long he could last, I now began counting his deep and rapid thrusts. Just as he plunged 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 recesses of my 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 me, keeping rhythm with the beating of his heart. Each time a pulse of his cock throbbed outward, my pussy muscles clamped down tight around him, increasing the pressure of his cock on my walls. He kept this up for about five minutes, before very slowly and gently easing himself out of me.

As we both rolled onto our stomachs, we both looked up at our teddy bears atop the head board of our bed. We both dropped our mouths open in disbelief, and 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 you could read the words on its pillow: “I love you.”

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