Cacophonous Melody Episode 30
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Bruce was getting quite anxious about what was going on with him, afraid that the fetish things they applied to his back could have made matters worse.
“Jude, are you going to say something or I’m going to have to stay here for ages before you speak up?” Bruce asked his cousin in a very angry tone.
“Forgive me Bruce, but didn’t you come here last night? Didn’t I take a look at your back yesterday and complained about how bad the injury on your back was?” Jude asked, to confirm that he hadn’t been dreaming about what he knew concerning Bruce.
“Jude you’re scaring me with what you’re doing. For God’s sake, can you just tell me what is going on?” Bruce asked Jude.
It took a while, but Jude told him that the wound site was suddenly looking as if it wasn’t the same wound he saw the previous night.
“Forgive me for being so shocked, but if you were in my shoes, you’ll be more shocked to see that a wound which looked so bad yesterday is looking so strange today, when I barely did any tangible thing to it yet” Jude said.
“Well then, that is good news. I haven’t been feeling the pains like I was before. But I just didn’t know that it’s better than I thought” Bruce said and began to put o his shirt, in readiness to leave.
“What is going on with you Bruce? Are you sure that attempt to marry that girl isn’t already creating more problems than we envisaged?
“How can we be so sure that the wound wasn’t a spiritual attàck? I think I need to speak to your mother now, and find a way to seek help when we still can, because I can’t understand what’s going on” Jude complained.
Wait a second! Jude have I come to the wrong place? I thought I was sitting in front of a medical doctor. Since when did you drop medical science to dwell on superstitions and pettiness?” Bruce asked Jude, shocked at his reactions and utterances.
“My friend! I am first an African, before a medical doctor. I know what I saw yesterday, and I know what I’m seeing now. If this wound doesn’t have a spiritual undertone, then something is wrong with me” Jude said emphatically
“Thank you Jude for taking a look at my wound. And I hope whatever is wrong with you is resolved promptly. I’ll need to run along now. I have somewhere to be” Bruce said and rushed out of Jude’s office, leaving him still too dumbstruck to react.
Bruce got into the car beside his wife and drove towards home. He decided to stop by a fast-food restaurant to get them dinner because he didn’t want her cooking, after all they had been through that day.
The couple had their dinner and their bath, then decided to play some games before going to bed.
Tracy was really glad that her husband didn’t want to rush off to bed, when she knew what awaited her, the moment she tried to sleep.
On his part, Bruce was also trying to while away time, because he feared what would happen when she tried to sleep.
But because nobody can cheat nature, Tracy began to feel really sleepy, after playing the chess game he taught her to play, for a while.
She tried so hard to remain awake, but her eyelids were too heavy, and the arm of sleep was too persistent in it’s attempt to pull her away.
Bruce turned around and noticed how hard she was trying to fight the sleep, and scooped her off the seat, walking in large strides into their bedroom.
He had not touched his wife for a while because of the pains on his back. But with the pains gone, he was dyïng to hold her again and was only trying to let her rest that night, since she was looking so stressed up.
However, when he lifted her up to take her to the bedroom, a part of her body dropped lower than it should, and was rubbing continuously over the area below his belt line, as he moved.
Bruce tried to shake it off, but by the time he got to the bedroom, he was already too hard to gently drop his wife and take his position on the bed.
Tracy looked up at him, and smiled shyly, seeing her effect on him; his front tail was pointing joyfully at her.
Bruce was bending over her and his intense gaze was making her blush so terribly, causing her heart to falter severally as his face began to inch closer to hers.
They didn’t say a word; there was no need to, because while they looked at each other, their eyes spoke volumes, speaking of the needs and craving for fufilment that only two of them can give the other.
None of them could tell exactly when it began, but they soon found their lips locked, with their tongues once again in a battle for dominance.
“Oh baby, you’re making me lose my mind” Bruce murmured, in between the kisses. He lowered himself onto the bed, and pulled her closer to himself.
Tracy shuddered when she felt his throbbing hàrdness poke her thighs, as they rolled on the bed. Her hand went instinctively to his face, holding it in place, and deepened the kiss.
“Come on Bruce, this wife of yours is anything but tired” the voice of desire whispered into Bruce’s ears, and he began to help her out of the sèxy lingerie he got her, after he stripped her of the transparent night gown she was wearing.
His lips left hers and began to trail down her body, stopping intentionally at the two front mountains. Tracy began to möan, squirming in pleasure as his tongue took turns with his teeth to tease her nîpples, while his right hand went all the way to her thighs, locating the wetness and warmth between her them.
Tracy was swirling above, getting flown to a height she never imagined she’d ever reach, as her husband continued to handle her sensitive parts with so much expertise and tenderness.
“Please Bruce, please my love” she begged him at some point, unable to take the torture for a second more.
And yes, her whimpering and moàns were stimulating Bruce so much that he didn’t have the ability to hold on much longer
He placed himself firmly over her, and let his phàllus remain at the entrance of her gateway to bliss, with the already hot and hard tip gliding over the dèvil’s doorbell as he pushed her sacred sisters together, to get the two nîpplès close enough for his lips to claim.
“Arrgh” Tracy screàmed in raw pleasure. He had just entered her while he was just rocking to and fro, and though he wasn’t intending to get I’m yet, his phàllus seemed to have a kind of it’s own, and had decided to get in when it did.
His waist was also acting on its own, because as soon as her firm walls gripped his propagator the way it did, he had no way of controlling his waist that began to move to and fro, pushing the charged propagator in and out.
The sensation from what he was doing was driving her crãzy, she was sure she could die of pleasure, yet she was begging him not to stop.
Bruce maintained a delightful tempo, but bwfore long, he was going so hard and fast, finding it hard to slow down. He knew he needed to, but Tracy’s reactions and screams weren’t making it easy for him.
She was clinging onto him, her slender legs wrapped around his waist, and was literally forcing him to dig deeper and with a greater deal of ferociousness.
He had been going so hard, and the bladder neck closed so that the sèmen that had been pushed out because of the pressure his weàpon of friendly assåult had received, couldn’t travel backward into the bladder.
Then the prostate and the sèminal vesicles understood that it was time, and added their seminàl fluids to the urethra where they were joined by spêrm that traveled from the testes through the vas deferens to create the sèmen.
The intensity of the pleasure interpretation the brain sent had become too overwhelming at that point, and he knew the release of his potential offsprings was inevitable at that point.
“Oh baby!” Bruce cried in pleasure, jerking in the convulsive way that heralded the spurts of the product of his efforts.
When he lay limb on the bed some moments later, he was feeling so good with himself, because just before he reached the mountain top, he saw his wife, right ahead of him.
Elsewhere, Samantha and Drake had returned from visiting Bruce’s mother, and had ended up in Drake’s house.
Samantha was hurriedly getting out of her clothes, while Drake was literally tearing off the buttons on his own shirt.
He seemed too impatient to get out of his trousers, and ended up pulling Samantha to position, with his trousers just off his waist.
“Take me Drake” Samantha cooed, making her perfectly manicured fingers grab his front tail that had already fallen out of his briefs.
Without much ado or any preliminary moves, Drake entered her we’ve though his trousers was still holding his two legs together, only to hear a knock on his door, the moment his body got connected to Samantha’s.
They froze in their tracks and listened to be sure the knock was coming from his door. And yes, it came again, this time, louder and more demanding.
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TO Be Continued
