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E036: The third Sunday and the nineteenth pearl

Emma and Donald read more of the diary

Sunday morning finds both Emma and Donald waking contently.  Though Emma is a little confused as after forty years waking in the same room at her house, now rousing in different places is making her head spin a bit.

They go and take a long leisurely bath in the large tub the hotel room has.  Donald washes her slowing, caressing every inch of her body as he soaps her.  Then he lifts her up to settle on his hard cock as she faces him this time. 

Emma moans with delight to feel his cock so up in her again.  She realizes that she is becoming addicted to it, the feel of the strong, long shaft up pressing in her to the maximum.  Just her thinking of it up in her makes her throb, and when actually feeling it there, where she now knows it needs to be, shudders and spasms run through her.

The bath is extraordinary.  Running her soapy fingers all over his body, cleaning him as he lifts her and drops her over and over on his cock is sending her to seventh heaven.  And when the wave of climax rushes over her, her cries of joy are loud and strong.

Donald savors every second of it.  And after Emma has arched her back, clenched his dick so hard as she cries out, he cums quickly following her.

For Donald, it is the same as Emma.  Feeling his cock up deep in her is the most satisfying endeavor he ever has had.  If there was some way where they could just exist with him up in her all the time, he would be in heaven.  He knows that is impossible.  But he is content that each new time he presses his cock up into Emma, whether her cunt or her mouth, this level of fulfillment returns.

Then, there is always a little sense of disappointment when he cums and again flaccid and must slip out of his pleasure palace for a time.

Their bath is so enjoyable to both.  Donald rinses them off and helps Emma from the tub.  Putting the terry cloth bathrobes around them both, then taking a towel and drying her hair.

He brings a chair from the bedroom and has her sit on it, as he does his best to fluff and dry her hair.  They had not brought anything with them when they came shopping yesterday, so it is rather make-shift.

And though Emma does not have any makeup on right now, her glow from the bath fun is enough.

He helps her dress in her clothes from yesterday and then dresses himself.  His pants after the soaking and drying only show a slight stain from Emma’s emissions yesterday.

He gathers all the bags and hands them to Emma for now, he takes her in his arms and kisses her passionately.  She responses in an excellent way.

He slaps her ass and tells her it is time for them to get home.

‘Again, the home reference,’ Emma thinks and smiles inwardly.

His hand on her ass, he steers her to the elevator, and down to the lobby.

Emma is a little embarrassed that she is wearing the same clothes as when they arrived, and they have no luggage, but with Donald’s hand on her ass, as they leave the hotel and walk to the car, she just feels herself beginning to drip once more.

In the car, and throughout the hour and a half drive home, Donald continually places his right hand on her thigh and runs it up and down it, closer and closer to her crotch.  Making her wetter and wetter.

She tries to return the favor of rubbing his thigh and higher, but when he begins to harden, he takes her hand away saying he does not want to get in an accident.  But it is so hard to keep her hands off him, especially as he is arousing her so with his hand play.

Finally, home, Donald picking up the packages in one hand, he opens Emma’s door as she removes her seatbelt, and the passion for her again overtakes him.  He swoops Emma up and over his shoulder and carries her into the house.

Before he lets her down after dropping the bags, he lifts her dress, exposing her thong ass and spanks each cheek several times.  Emma over his shoulder this way cries out in surprise and arousal.  All she can think about is what a wonderful sensation.

Donald then drops her on her bed, and as she lays watching up at him, he peels off all his clothes.  Yes, Emma’s wonderful god of lust is in front of her, fully naked once again. 

It takes only a minute or two until he has all her clothes off her too.

He tells her to roll over and lift her ass.  He wants to enjoy her rosy bottom as he fucks her.  And he is justly rewarded.  Her rosy ass is raised to accept him, and her legs knowingly spread.  He rubs his hard cock, up and down her crack a bit.

Emma is a bit scared at this, but if it happens without warning she thinks she is ready. 

Instead, he then runs it up and down her wet slit, lubing it for what is only seconds away.

Emma is somewhat unprepared for how quickly, and deeply, he plows into her this time.  She lets out an animal cry in response to him entering her.

Donald can’t help himself right now and hopes that Emma is enjoying it too.  But the touching, caressing, both ways in the car has gotten to him way too much.   He needs to cum in Emma quickly and fully.

He hears her start to pant and realizes she needs this release as much as him.  Together breathing heavily and gasping, they ride this crescendo wave coming over them.  Going higher and higher as they both huff and puff their increased desire for each other, and the point they are so reaching for.

And it happens.  Together they both climax in a messy mixture of cum, clenching, throbbing and satisfied desire.  Sweat is dripping from them both, but neither cares.  Spent, they drop to the bed, the comforter now saturated from their mix cum.  But in time, Karen or Julie will take care of that.

It takes a while for them to compose themselves, but then another hunger overtakes them both.  They have not eaten since last night, and since then have exerted a lot of energy.  Donald goes to the bathroom and returns with a wet washcloth and wipes Emma clean before cleaning himself some too.  He helps her from the bed and leads her to the kitchen where together they make a wonderful lunch for themselves.

Working side by side cooking and preparing sends a glow through Emma.  It is so nice.  And while Donald doesn’t want to admit it, Emma at his side as they make their lunch is so perfect to him.

The meal prepared, they go to the kitchen table, but today, Donald removes the plug from Emma’s seat.  “Not yet, after last night, I don’t think so,” he tells her.

And acknowledging her tenderness, Emma just nods in agreement.

The lunch is wonderful as they chat like old friends now, telling each other silly stories about things from their past.  They take their time, and the bottle of wine is finished before they rise from the table.

“Emma, would you like to just spend the afternoon reading more of your mother’s diary?” Donald asks her.  He now feels this concern about pushing her too far, too fast.

“That would be nice,” Emma replies, but a bit of tear well in her eyes as she thinks that in just a few hours, if things are still the same, Donald will be sending her home.

Donald is a little confused by her start of tears and tells her that they don’t have to read the diary if it might upset her.

Emma stammers a reply about realizing he will be sending her away soon as she really begins to cry, and her voice breaks as saying it.  She knows she is somewhat crossing a line by sayings this, but she can’t help herself.  She does not want to be apart from Donald for a night ever again.

Donald engulfs her in his arms and stroking her to calm, he tells her, “No, you will stay here tonight.  You don’t have to go back to your house.” 

And for the first time ever, he feels his heart swell as he tells her this.  He never knew how that could feel, but Emma wanting to be with him that much does overwhelm him.

“Come now,” Donald says as Emma calms herself, “Let just go into the living room and enjoy your mother’s next entry.  Don’t worry about me sending you away.”

And Emma’s sopping ceased, and Donald wiping the tears from her eyes, she smiles at him and just nods.

Settled on the couch, Donald against the pillow at one end, Emma nesting against him with the diary in front of them, Donald begins to read.

April 27, 1974

After Edward ‘straighten me out’ Friday afternoon, he told me as he drove me home that we needed to move both our things into the house this weekend, so it will be ready for us after our wedding.

I am resolved to accept the house as it is.  Actually, after the excitement in the bedroom, none of the furniture seemed that bad.  It is not as I envisioned my home to be, I had hoped for modern things, but realizing Edward’s soon to be bank president’s position, I understood how this furniture was so much more appropriate.

He told me he would be over to my house, well my parent’s house at ten in the morning.  We would pack my things to take,.  Then we would go to his apartment which has so much more to decide and pack on Sunday.

Saturday morning, as I woke, I heard my parent’s leaving, so an hour or two later when Edward rang the bell, I greeted him in my baby-doll pajamas.   He was slightly taken back and when he leaned to kiss me whispered in my ear, “Should I spank you for answering the door this way, or ravish you, which I so want to right now?”

I replied, “Well I am home alone right now, which do you feel you would like best?”

In response, Edward lifted me into his arms and carried me to my bed.

He had his pants down in seconds, as were my panty bottoms.  My legs were lifted over my head and his hard-sweet cock was inside me.

“Charlotte, I think I might still need to spank you for that display at the door, but oh, right now, right here, in you, you are forgiven for that.”

And Edward rammed into me harder and harder.  I gasped and sighed with every thrust.

My legs were now up around his neck and I am panting and moaning so loud.  The thought that Edward was fucking me on my childhood bed just raised the intensity so much more.  And I quickly realized it was doing the same thing for Edward.

It was at this unspoken moment of realization that we both came crashing down on each other in one monumental moment of gratification.

We lay on my bed for several minutes. Realizing then my bed has the scent of our mingled desires and juices.  I will enjoy that smell over the last week in this bed before I move to our new home together.

He stands and pulls up his pants.  “Charlotte, get dressed, I want to watch you, and then we do need to pack your things.”

I giggle as I go, bare-assed now, to my closest and pull out a dress. To my dresser and got a bra and panties.

I lifted the baby doll top off me, and stood nude in front of Edward, wishing he would reach out and stroke my again throbbing pussy.  But he was oblivious to all my longings.

I picked out one of my lowest cut and shortest dresses.  Picked up the bra and silk panties and started putting the clothing on me.  When I pulled my dress down and adjusted it on me Edward’s eyes were glued to my cleavage and there is a frown on his face.

“Charlotte, we talked about how your dress is often is too revealing and how you are going to have to change your style of clothes when we marry.  It is not that I don’t enjoy how it looks on you, but there are appearances we must maintain.  You may wear that today as I do like it, but we will start by going through your clothes and deciding what is appropriate and what will be cast aside.”

I knew what he said and remembered my promise to him to change.  But I liked to wear this type of outfit, but soon it will be out of my hands and not allowed.  I sighed deeply in disappointment but was totally acceptant of these rules if it meant I have Edward.

He has me go to my closet and bring all my outfits to the bed.  Only a fraction of them is deemed acceptable.  The rest are in a pile to give away.  I get bags from the kitchen for the donated items and a box for the ones which may accompany us. 

Edward was rather interesting.  While my outer appearance must be demure, my underclothing he wanted as skimpy as possible.  His private knowledge that I was underneath his personal slut.  Knowing this now, and what closest to my skin I will be wearing just for him, takes the sting of my soon to be public persona away some.

The more sturdy, reliable underwear was added to the charity bags. 

 

Emma stops him there in the reading. 

“I didn’t say anything as while I was curious about it, I was rather embarrassed.  Mother lingerie was all rather skimpy and sexy.  Many matching sets, with garters and stockings to match.  How interesting that father wanted to put his light under a bushel.”

After thinking a moment Donald replied, “I suppose I can see a man wanting to keep his treasure a secret and hidden from others, I myself love to make you as sexually desirable when out in the world so that other men envy me and lust for you.”

Donald’s statement somewhat surprises Emma, remember the spanking her backside got yesterday for her being to be alluring to other men.  So that is a thin line she will have to balance on for him.

They turn back to Emma’s mother’s entry.

 

We finished packing my books, trinkets, jewelry and other things.  My hope chest has been filled for a few years now with things to start our marriage with, and that is moved towards the door for taking with us.

I realize that in my parents’ home I did not have very many personal items.  The basic daily necessities would stay here for now.  And Edward had kept back six of my most revealing outfits, telling me to enjoy them for the week until our wedding.

So, while Edward had told me we were really married from the night of my first spanking and what followed afterward, he is allowing me some freedom until it is signed, sealed and delivered from the church and state.

I smile over this as he tells me that after we drop the boxes at our home, and we take care of something else, he would take me shopping for some new proper outfits.

The idea of a shopping trip excited me, but I puzzled over what the ‘something else’ was going to be.

After we had unloaded the boxes and carried the hope chest to sit in our bedroom against the wall, Edward helped me unpack and hang or put away all my meager piles of clothes.

Edward then goes to his chest in the room and from a low drawer he takes something out and comes over to me.  “Emma, I want you to lean over the end of the bed.  I am going to pull your panties down, and you are going to spread very wide for me.  This is to help you begin to train for upcoming things.”

I didn’t know what to expect, and when I felt Edward’s fingers spread my cheeks, revealing my asshole I am so embarrassed and not sure what was going to happen.  I can’t see what he was doing, only the rustlings.  I felt this liquid being dripped up and down my crack, but then a small nozzle is inserted in me and I felt the fluid flooding my anus. 

That removed, I then felt Edward’s finger pressed into me, but I realized it was covered in a rubber glove as it felt so different that when his hand caressed my slit.  It pressed into me and I gasped at the sudden invasion. 

He moved it around a bit as I moan.  When he pulled it out, I realized I am wanting more.  And it is delivered when two fingers were now up in my anus, stretching it and pressing against the walls as they wiggled around.  Why was this now making me wet?

He played with me this way for several minutes, and then pulled away again.

“Charlotte, reach back and spread your cheeks for me,” he told me, “I am going to put what is called a butt plug up in you.  It is not that big to start, but I want you to wear one for at least two hours a day to prepare yourself for me to enter you this way.”

I was overwhelmed.  Yes, I had heard of such things, but he wanted to butt fuck me?  How often I wondered, and could I really take it?

Before I could even resolve myself to this, I felt the plug pressed up and in me.  It hurt some going in, but when settled, bent over the bed, it felt rather interesting and unique.  Edward lifted my panties back up over me, and he lowered my dress.

“Stand up Charlotte and let’s get shopping for you.  We can’t waste the day away,” Edwards told me. 

Standing I sensed the plug up in me, and as I walked, the sensation of it more and more.  It was getting me wetter and wetter. 

‘What am I becoming, willing to do, for my beloved?’

The shopping trip lasted several hours, all the while the butt plug was up in me.  Edward bought me dresses, suits and more lingerie, all the best quality, from the best stores.  He told me that he did not want me to ever wear pants again.  Even when working in the yard or garden.  And my dresses all were conservative and just above the knee.  Goodbye to miniskirts for me it seemed.

By the time we finished, the plug was starting to annoy me some.  It was fun at first, but hours later, not so much.  I apologized to Edward telling him as much.

“Charlotte, I wanted to see today how long you could handle it in preparation, and you have done wonderfully, not complaining before this.  Let’s get you home and out of it.  Tomorrow I will show you how to put it in for yourself, and then I want you to wear it for a couple of hours, or as long as you can, each day until our wedding.  Then you should be well prepared for what is to come.”

I was apprehensive about what he had ‘planned ahead’ but was willing to do whatever my prince expected.

We took my new outfits to the house, and he made me wait until all were opened, tags taken off and hanged and folded before he went to the couch and told me to lay across his lap.   

Only then did he lift my dress up over my back, pulled my panties down to my thighs, and gently eased the plug out of me.  Surprisingly, I felt a little empty now without it. 

After that, we went out to eat and he took me home.  “Be ready to leave when I arrive tomorrow so we can get my things packed for the movers coming on Monday,” Edward told me as he departed.

I guessed there wouldn’t be a repeat in my bed tomorrow morning.  But I did get to enjoy our lingering scent as I went to sleep.

Donald holds Emma tight after finishing that entry.  “It seems your mother had some plug training also?”

“So, it seems,” Emma thoughtfully replies.

And for the first time does start to think about what all her time on the plugs, and her new paddle up in her, will be leading to.  And if she will enjoy that or for that matter, be able to endure it?

Donald just hugs her again and whispers in her ear, like he knew what she is thinking, “Soon my dear, soon.”

He continues, “Would you like me to put a plug up in you now and we read her entry for the next day?”

Emma shivers at the thought but nods her head in response.

Donald leads her to the kitchen to bend over the table as he lubes her up in readiness.  Then she feels the head of the plug press into her as she moans.  More and more of it presses into her.  It is not anywhere as long as the paddle handle last night but is a little thicker.  He rubs her back as she stays in this position for a minute to adjust to the feeling.

She stands and smiles at Donald and tells him she can’t wait to read the next entry. 

Donald is a bit concerned to have her filled this way again so soon after last night.  But Emma seems to relish in this.

They return to their places on the couch, now with drinks to sip on as the diary continues.

 

April 28, 1974

Edward picked me up right and nine o’clock this morning, and I was ready to go in the first of the dresses he allowed me to keep, for now.  I wore one of skimpiest bra and panties, but from what he bought for me yesterday, these were rather tame.

He apologized to my parents for us missing church today but it was going to take time to pack his things for the movers coming the next morning.

I have a small bag packed for tomorrow.  I told my parents that I would be staying at Edward’s tonight to be there for the movers in the morning.  Edward was going to sleep on the couch.  They just smiled at me and said they were sure the arrangements will be fine and proper.

I guessed that as marriage was within a week they were not going to worry anymore.

At Edward’s apartment, he took me first to the bathroom where I saw the plug and lubricant sitting.  He told me to bend over the counter, and again my dress was raised to my back, my panties lowered to my knees, and with his hands, he spread my legs wide.

“This is the best position for you to be in to insert it yourself,” Edward explains.  He put on a pair of rubber gloves again and rubbed lube over my back hole and up in me.  He told me to reach behind myself and spread my cheeks with one hand.  Which I did.

He put the plug in my other hand and told me he wanted to see me insert it.  His lubricated fingers found their way to my slit and ran up and down it as I started.  I looked him as I began to press it up in me.  There were tears in the corner of my eyes as I did this, but as I looked at him and saw how hard he was becoming under his trousers as he watched me, this a surge ran through me as I pressed it up in.  I adjusted it a little and then stood.

I bent to pull up my panties, but Edward said, “Don’t!” 

He pulled me to his bed while he was undoing his pants and letting them and his boxers fall to his knees.  Before I knew it, he had me on my back on his bed, my panties hanging from one ankle, my dress flipped up over me almost blocking my view.  Edward lifted and spread my legs and I felt him thrust all his manhood up into my waiting wet cunt.

The sublime feeling of his hard cock in me, while the plug is stuffed in my anus astonished me.  Oh, to be so filled at one time.  I could tell that Edward was amazed at the sensation also as he started to tremble hard.  He thrust and thrust again and again up in me hard, and it only took a few for me to start gripping him with each pulse.  We both were panting and moaning at the experience we were enjoying for the first time. 

At this level of intensity, it took no time for us both to cum hard and fast.  It was wonderful if a bit short, but the passion of the moment overtook us both.

Edward pulled me to him, my dress lowered again, and kissed all over my face, neck and ears just muttering, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”   It filled my soul to know that he enjoyed this so much. 

We laid this way for a few minutes, then Edward said, “We should get busy, but would you do one thing for me today as we pack?”

When I asked him what, he replied, “Would you take all your clothes off and pack things naked so I can see that plug up in you while you do?”

I blushed at his request but stood and took my dress off over my head, then my bra, the panties I shook from my one ankle.  Again, naked before him.  He turned me around, and I felt him twist and turn the plug some which made me moan in pleasure.  He slapped my ass cheek and said we need to get to work as he buttoned himself back up.

I would have enjoyed it more to see him naked all day, but there was something about being naked with him dressed watching me pack and clean which aroused me as much as I saw it continued to arouse him during the day. 

And I got the benefits of that several times before the day was over. 

We emptied his dresser drawers and closet first.  A lot of his furniture we weren’t taking was being donated to a resale shop.  He explained the tax deduction would add to the nest egg we would have to start.  I didn’t understand those things but accept that he did.

When we got to the kitchen and I was standing to empty the cabinets, he came up behind me and reached around my waist.  I felt him hard against me as he again unzipped himself.  He pressed my chest and waist down on the counter, spread my legs and I felt him worm his way back up into my vag the second time today. 

This time he took longer, slower strokes to be sure to press into me as deep as he could with each one.  I cried out in excitement as again I felt his thick shaft shoving into me.  And again, I felt the sensation of both my lower holes being so filled at the same time.  This joint feeling of being stuffed so well sent wave after wave of exploding quivers through me.

On and on it went, feeling so good.  Me almost to the summit, cried out, “Don’t stop Edward, don’t stop.”  As I came with a rush of throbbing, guttural sounds from my lips and my back arched lifting my head up off the counter.

But I did not want him to stop, and he hadn’t reached that pinnacle yet either.  “Keep going Edward, don’t stop,” I gasped out at him.

Now he started to thrust faster and harder, I heard him panting and his hot breath on my neck as he leans over the counter some too.  I felt his prick shaking in anticipation in me, and knew he was almost there.  And he was, a volcanic blast was deposited up in me as he gave out a great moan.  I too felt shudders again running through me.  I clenched his softening shaft up in me, not wanting it to depart quite yet.

After a few minutes of Edward leaning against my back kissing the back of my neck, he stood and drew out of me.  He grabbed some paper towels, wetted them with warm water, and first washed our mixed fluids from my slit, then cleaned himself off some.  His pants rezipped, he went over to the pots and pans closet and began asking me which ones I wanted to keep as if the last half hour diversion had not taken place.

But he did have a huge grin on his face. 

The kitchen packed, Edward made us some sandwiches which we ate off paper towels before we moved on the living room and all his bookshelves. 

It is nice that our house has a large den for him with built-in bookcases for all his volumes.  We sorted and packed theses. And decided that the desk and chairs should be moved for his new den.

Once more, something came over Edward and he sat down on his larger leather desk chair and unzipped himself.

“Come here Charlotte,” he softly commanded me.  I felt myself beginning to drip at the sound of the zipper.

He motions me to kneel between his legs, under the desk, as he pulls himself up to me to suck him.  It is dark under the desk, and the idea of him working at it as I sucked and licked him sets off the rather kinky fantasy through my head.

Edward was at his desk like this at work, I was hidden nude under it as he discussed loan options with a client.  All the time I was licking and sucking him.  He would occasionally pat my head as they talked, and I felt him harden.  From time to time he would lift my head a little letting me know I needed to stop so he could compose himself and continue.  Only when I hear him tell the client where to sign the forms did I suck him to cumming. 

He shuttered a little but kept himself composed as I licked him clean and zipped him up in time for him to stand and shake hands for the conclusion of the loan.

This scenario ran through my head as I sucked and licked Edward, who alone with only me there could indulge in moaning in enjoyment.  He backed his chair up about midway along and I had to crawl forward some, his cock firmly in my mouth.  Out from under the desk now he could see my ass and plug wiggling.  He played with the plug turning and twisting and pulling it a bit out, and then back in.

He kept doing this to torment me so wonderfully until his back arched some, and I taste him blast down my throat.  So hard he came today over and over. 

I let him calm himself before I pulled the cock from my mouth and licked him clean again.

“Charlotte, you are going to make a wonderful wife for me,” he told me.  Then he pulled me on his lap, opened a desk drawer and handed me a small box.

Again, it was from the expensive jewelry store.  I opened it to find a pair of beautiful pearl drop earrings.  So delicately handcrafted.

“These are for you to wear on our wedding day.  My thank you to you for agreeing to be the wife in the way I need you to be.”

I fling my arms around his neck and thank him for asking me to be his bride.

Afterward, he told me that we needed to get that plug out of me as it had been over six hours that I have been wearing it.  He led me to the bathroom and had me bend over and reach behind me to pull it out.  It felt rather good when it was in, but the release from it was so special.

Edward showed me how to clean and dry it, and then put it and a tube of lube in a little satin bag for me to keep during the week.

“Tomorrow, we will put it up in you before I leave for work, and then try to keep wearing it until the movers leave.  You can take it out then before you follow them to our house.”

Over dinner that night, delivered pizza and beer, I whispered to Edward the fantasy I was having while under his desk, blushing through the whole account.

He laughed appreciatively and asked if I wanted to be fucked on his desk too?

I giggled in reply, and he said that was something which could be easily arranged.  He lifted me and carried me to his now bare desk and sat me on it facing him.  I was still naked as I never did dress again that day.  I unzipped his trousers, and once more they fell to his knees, but this time he kicked them down to his ankles and stepped out of them and his shoes.  I pulled his shirt off him as he did.

Then, he pulled me to him, my head fell back on the desk as I lifted my legs up over his shoulders.  He thrust into me for the third time that day.  Well fourth, if counting when I took him in my mouth.

This time we got a rhythm going from the start, and just pleasured each other with each lunge, gazing into each other’s eyes the whole time.  Soon we were both panting and breathing hard as our faces, necks and chests reddened.  Yes, we were both moving towards that thunder moment, which was as good as all the others had today. 

Edward moved his hand to my clit, and with his thumb began rubbing against it as his fingers played in my mons.  This sent further shockwaves through me.  I cried out in ecstasy.  He just smiled at me as he continued to pant.

We went on this way for almost a half hour, he eased up on my clit when he saw I was going to tip over too soon.  Finally, together we reached the peak, and both cried out together as we crashed down. 

Edward brushed the wet hair from my face and just grinned at me as our breathing slowed.  “We will make a great team I think Charlotte.  Let’s never forget the fun of today.”

All I could do is smile back and nod my bed.

After all we accomplished that day, we were ready to fall asleep early, so after a little tv, we did. 

Edward did sleep on the couch like I had told my parents, I just never mentioned afterward that I slept on the couch too.  In his arms.

 

Donald has been reaching under Emma from time to time as they read twisting and turning her plug too.  When they finish the entry, she turns to him and in a meek voice asks, “Sir, would you like to fuck me while the plug is up in me?”

Donald is somewhat astounded, mainly from Emma referring to it as fucking, but he is now is starting to be accustom to her astonishing him.  “Would you like me to?  I would very much enjoy doing it.”

“Oh yes sir, if it would give you enjoyment.”  And with that Emma stands and walks to the end of the couch and bend over the arm of it.  Wide-eyed Donald follows her.

He spreads her legs and runs his hand up her slit first to make sure she is ready.  As expected, she is dripping.  Then moves his cock up and down the same way to lubricate it.  And Emma feels him begin to press into her, stopping an inch in to make sure she is ready for what is to come.

In response, and to encourage him, she presses back against him, so he is in an inch further and lets out a moan of pleasure.

She feels his cock fill her cunt as the plug is pressing against them from her anus.  Oh, she now knows what her mother meant about the delightful intrusion.  They rock together as her parents had so many years before on their first adventure this way.

Emma shook the thought of her parents from her mind, so she could enjoy fully the decadence of their undertaking.  It does feel so good.  Yes, let it go on and on. And it does for quite a while, but they too reach the tip, a higher tip than either ever really felt before, and then the cascading down as Donald now fills her with her with his sperm. 

A perfect ending to that chapter of her mother’s story.

Donald helps her up, carries her to her bedroom.  There, after removing the plug and cleaning them both off, comes and undoes her necklace.

“I owed you your seventeenth and eighteenth pearl from yesterday, but just now, I do believe you have earned your nineteenth one too.”

Emma just grins as Donald takes his time to drop the three new pearls on to her necklace. 

‘It won’t be much longer until this chain is filled,’ Emma thinks to herself, ‘but then what?’

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