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Cum Addict
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[An erotic story by Deiter Pennmann]
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Karie was a secretary for Price-Waterhouse in Chicago,
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Illinois. By all appearances she was a quiet Midwestern girl
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who worked hard. She was a good worker during the day, but
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at night she became a royal terror in her flat near
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Watertower Place in the Loop. Some of her friends did coke,
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others smoked grass. She had a physical craving for cum;
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semen; jizz.
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She first tasted the magic, white, warm, sticky elixir
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during her senior year in high-school. She was blowing Mick,
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captain of the football team, in the back of his Nova. She
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had all of his tender prick in her mouth when he yelled "Oh
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baby!" and sprayed her down the throat with his juice. She
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loved the tingly, salty flavor and the almost bleach-like
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smell of his cum. She swallowed it and felt calm and relaxed
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and no longer felt like she needed an orgasm. Mick fingered
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her through the fly in her jeans. She enjoyed her orgasm,
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but wanted more of Mick's semen. Again she whipped his
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slightly flaccid penis from his pants and went down on him
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again. It took a while for him to sexually recycle and
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become capable of ejaculation, but she persisted for a full
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half hour. She savored the little bit of 17-year-old's spoo
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that she was able to coax from him. She swallowed and sat
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back and relaxed. Mick tucked his saliva-shriveled wiener
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away and sat looking in disbelief at the best non-penetration
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fuck of his life.
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Ever since then, she lapsed into bad moods, withdrawal
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essentially, when she could not get cum. Now it was evening.
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She was sitting in a bean-bag chair in front of the five
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o'clock news. She ignored the story on the five-person
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murder at Cabrini Green and harked back to her days as a
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freshman in college.
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During the academic year she got plenty of semen to keep
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her calm. When she couldn't woo a jock or a campus Don Juan
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into her room for a quick suck, she would coax a nerdy geek
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into donating some of his fluids. She had once actually
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asked a really gullible guy into masturbating into a Dixie
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cup for a biology lab experiment she was supposedly doing.
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She took the cup in hand, thanked the guy whose right hand
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was shaking a little from fatigue, then dashed to the ladies'
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room where she downed the little bit of white liquid in a
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quick gulp.
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She also recalled being home on her first spring break,
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wishing she had had the money for Daytona Beach and all the
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cum she could take, and virtually raping her brother's
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fifteen year-old friend. She got him in the house one day
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when she was home alone and pressed him into a corner. She
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was in his pants before he could say "no". She mouthed his
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entire four inches (soon to grow much larger she had thought
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at the time) and slurped down his young semen.
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Now she was alone and badly in need of a hit of jizzum.
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She could always go over to Myron Rosenthal's and blow him.
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She hated that though because Myron was a forty year-old geek
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who, except for her mouth, had never fucked anything except
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his right hand and, once, a ripe cantaloupe. Myron was also
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very large, a freak of hormones. His twelve full inches
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always choked her when he got overexcited and pounded deep
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into her throat.
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She lusted for a young, poor artisan's semen tonight.
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She had discovered that certain types of men had different
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types of cum (this was purely psychological, though she
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didn't realize it). Karie got out the phone book and called
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up an art gallery. She pretended that she was a wealthy
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woman in need of some art for a dinner party. A young
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sounding man said he would be over in a few minutes.
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In half and hour, Kyle appeared at her doorstep, a
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catalogue of art in his hand. She invited him in and quickly
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seduced him. She allowed him to strip her and fuck her, but
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before he could cum she made him withdraw. She immediately
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went down on him and ground madly against the sensitive tip
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and underside of his tool. She savored his bountiful pre-cum
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drips. Kyle grabbed his inner thighs as his genitals spewed
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semen into Karie's mouth. She swished his juice around in
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her mouth for a few seconds, noting the bouquet of his thick
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fluids, then swallowed slowly. Kyle was turned on and dove
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for her pussy and began lapping at her clit. She had an
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orgasm, then put her finger in Kyle's navel and got him
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harder. She performed fellatio on him again and swallowed
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when his second shot burst from the glistening tip of his
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cock. Kyle told her he had to leave. She bid him good-bye
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and then went to bed, totally satisfied.
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Karie went to work the next day and performed her duties
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all day like a good girl. But when she returned home, she
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felt like her head would explode. She needed another hit of
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cum. Like a heroine junky needs more and more shit to hold
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off the shakes, she needed more cum to lessen her anxiety.
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Her pathology was increasing. She telephoned Domino's for a
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pizza and for dick.
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Twenty-three minutes later, a Chinese man came to the
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door, pizza in hand. "You'll have to do," she said. She
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offered him twenty bucks to let her give him a blow job. He
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gladly accepted in broken English.
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Xiao set her pizza down, then dropped his pants. He
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revealed a small, limp, uncircumcised dinker that was mildly
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repulsive to Karie. He sat on a kitchen chair as she worked
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to get him hard. She tried every trick she knew, but Xiao
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couldn't get it up. He dripped a little fluid- Karie thought
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it was urine -but his cock would not rise. She refused to
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pay him and he went away sad.
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Karie paced for a while, still craving cock. She ate
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the pizza, but her appetite was not satisfied. Soon, a knock
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came to the door. Another pizza delivery man stood there.
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"My name's Chris. The Chinese guy gave me your address. I
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just got off work. Can I come in?"
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Karie let in the tall, Italian-looking boy. She judged
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him at eighteen years. He knew what she wanted.
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He stripped quickly for her. She supposed she'd give
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him a thrill too, so she undressed for him. On the living
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room sofa, she gently massaged his enlarging prick. When he
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was all of his six inches, she took him in her mouth and
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stimulated him as fast as she could.
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Despite his gripes that she was going too fast, she
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persisted. She looked up at his smooth, mustached face and
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saw him close his eyes and open his mouth. His abdominal
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muscles flexed, then her mouth filled with warm, sticky
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semen. She suckled him for all she could.
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Chris stayed the night. An hour after he first
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ejaculated, he told her he thought he could get it up again
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and blast her. She let him oscillate away at her pussy with
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his wide Neapolitan prick. He sucked her breasts at various
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times, then reinserted and thrust away again.
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She was sorry to see him fire a wad into her pussy. She
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would have to extract it later. Before his orgasm had
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completely subsided, she was sucking his cock again, pulling
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residual cum from it. Chris fell asleep on the floor soon
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after.
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While he napped, Karie went to the kitchen and, using a
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baster, sucked his cum from her pussy. She placed the baster
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in her mouth and sprayed his jizzum onto her tongue. She
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felt a rush of pleasure, then a calm.
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Chris got up around one in the morning. Karie was
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hovering over him. She grabbed his dick and began
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masturbating him. Chris was smiling and laughing as he
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bounced his ass a little to aid in her stroking. He soon had
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another orgasm. Karie watched his semen ooze down the tip
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of his dick. She quickly licked it up.
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Chris ate out Karie over a period of 50 minutes at which
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time she again started to blow-job him. He thought, "This
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chick is really wild. She won't stop fucking!" This final
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time, he had an orgasm but no jizz shot from him. He was
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dry! She managed only to draw a little prostate fluid from
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his tool but she nearly sucked the tip off it in the process.
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Karie slept, and Chris was gone in the morning. She
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noticed pubic hairs in the shower, so she figured he had
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showered before he left. She didn't care.
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As time passed, Karie realized she had a problem. She
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stopped herself from seducing junior-high school boys. She
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realized she was so desperate that child molestation was
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almost within the do-able range for her. Before she scarred
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some kid for life, she decided she needed help. Her last hit
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came from a young lawyer she met at work.
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His name was Jeff. He wore wire-frame glasses and had a
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thick head of brown hair. He had blue eyes that made Karie's
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pussy sweat. He also had a seven inch rod that Karie would
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milk for all it could provide.
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She brought him home after dinner one night. They made
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small talk on the sofa for a while, then he suddenly kissed
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her. She responded. Quickly, they became naked and were in
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her bed.
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She was on top of him, his cock buried in her pussy.
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Her whole body got into the motion. Her hair swayed back and
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forth above his face as the gentle swish-swish of locked
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genitals broke the silence. She had an orgasm and collapsed
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on him. He pulled his entire length from her, then rolled
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her over on top of him and entered her cunt from behind. He
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gyrated his hips gently, sending her into post-orgasmic
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ecstasy. From overhead, an onlooker would see her dewy
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vagina spread gracefully by a wide, thick, engorged penis.
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An onlooker would see the tuft of hair on his scrotum come up
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to meet her triangular bush, then slowly draw out, revealing
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a blue-veined, rippled cock shimmering with a slime of pussy
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juice and pre-cum.
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Jeff thrust deep and then pulled out and let his dick
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rest on her vaginal opening. She stroked it once with her
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fingers and completed the sensations he needed.
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He scrotum drew tighter and closer to his body,
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obscuring the definite outline of his balls, then a pulse
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went up his dick, clearly visible from the underside. A
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thick, gleaming wad of semen shot from the hole in his glans
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and jetted up to her stomach. He pulsed again and a second
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shot sprayed into her navel.
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Karie took up his wads with her fingers and licked it
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away, swallowing. Then she rolled off him and sucked the
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drippings from his penis. She almost caused him pain.
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Jeff, a virile man, got hard again and punched deep into
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her missionary style. He thrust strongly and brought himself
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to ejaculation again in less than a minute. Then he began
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eating her out. After she came, he raised his face and
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showed her his chin, covered with his cum. She kissed it
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away.
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He took some time to get hard again. He spit between
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her tits, somewhat to her shock and disgust, then he raised
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himself and began sliding his meat between her breasts. His
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titty-fuck lasted about ten minutes. Karie opened her mouth
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and received his jizz.
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The two slept after this last sexual event. Jeff ate
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breakfast and left in the morning.
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Karie found herself in a therapist's office a week later
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explaining her problem. He offered her a cure. She would
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have a visitor this night. A man would come over and cure
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her.
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At eight o'clock, a thirty-ish, handsome black man
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appeared at her doorstep. She welcomed him in and got down
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to business. He took his erect snake from his pants and
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allowed her to blow him. Just as he was about to come, he
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pulled out of her mouth and jizzed up onto his stomach. What
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she saw horrified her.
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His come was white, but strewn with bloody and green
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pus. "I'm just getting over an infection, honey. I'm not
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contagious. Eat me more!"
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Karie was so repulsed that she ran to the toilet to
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vomit. When she returned to the living room, the black man
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was gone, but his cum now lay on the glass-topped coffee
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table. She cleaned it up reluctantly.
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Never again did Karie crave cum in the way of an addict.
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The End
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D.P.
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