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HornyBastard5 --- "Unforgettable" by Squirt
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NOTE: I have been writing this series for quite awhile now. Many events
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in the stories are TRUE, they are excerpts from my life, but if
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you read between the lines, you should find distiguishable
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facts and fantasies which make the stories interesting. ENJOY.
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Names have been fictionalized to protect their identity.
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'*' are thoughts said by me inside my head.
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TIP: Read it slow. And imagine yourself! :)
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Any suggestions on how to improve it?
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Previously: -----
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My friendship with Joe came to an end when he found me with
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Jeniffer that night. I just came home, and I found Jeniffer
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naked on the couch. She seduced me to make love to her, and
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teased me with her sexual games. I could not forget her.
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Her soft breasts, and her delicate asian skin echoes in my
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mind over and over again. Her smile, oh God, her smile just
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melts my heart. I fucked Joe's girl because he was asking
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for it. He hurt me by shutting me out of the relationship.
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He knew I had feelings for her, yet he made me fuck her
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with him. Then after that, then what?
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I intended for Joe to get hurt, just like he hurt me.
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We had a fist fight that evening, and both of us were
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bloody. I left wanting Jeniffer to go with me,
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but somehow she didn't. Was she afraid of Joe? Does she
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love me at all? I could only guess...
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That evening, I ended at Melissa's house looking for some
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comfort -- she is a friend who I knew from freshman year.
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She dropped out of college because of her marriage to Frank
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(a navy dude). Frank was always shipped out, and she was
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often very lonely...
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She took care of my bruises that evening, and somehow we
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ended-up having a wild and unusual sex. I bounded her, and
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I fucked her rough. The combination of pain and pleasure
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climaxed us into orgasm...She had a husband, but we had no
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regrets. It was the first time I had intercourse with her,
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and it was one of the best sex I had. What now?
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HornyBastards 5 -- Continuation ---->
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Mellisa was sad to see me go. I told her I would be
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staying with my cousin in Florida for a few months. I needed to get
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away. Our night of passion was something we'll always remember. I
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suppose it was meant to happen. All these years we've been friends, we
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tried to deny ourselves that we are 'physically attracted' to each other.
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I guess we were only afraid to jeopardize our friendship. I've never
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really imagined how it could be possible for friends to make-love, and
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still be friends after? I've always wondered if it was possible to
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satisfy sexual needs through friends who seek of the same. Sort of a
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"get-it when need-it" thing, with no strings, since both parties seek
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only physical release. I guess, we were one of the few....
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I could remember the times when we were a freshman in college.
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I was 18, and she was 17 turning 18. I would visit her in the dorm
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because I was bored. Her roommate would usually be out, and we would
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spend hours talking in her dimly lit room. She would only be wearing a
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Large shirt, her hard nipples etched underneath the shirt. She would sit
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on her small bed while I sat on the floor facing her -- with my arms
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resting on the sheets. We would watch TV and comment on how actors have
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sex. Sometimes, when the movie gets hot and steamy, we would catch each
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other looking. We laughed at the thought. Usually, to snap ourselves out,
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we would joke about each other; saying things like:
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"Not with those lil' tits I won't" (ha ha)
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"Not with that lil' prick I won't either." (ha ha)
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One summer afternoon I came over to her dorm. The minute I
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saw her, I was stunned. I remember her wearing this tight red tank-top
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that hugged her figure very well. Her tits hung beautifully, and as
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usual, she didn't wear any bra. I was speechless...
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"How do you like my tank top?" she asked pulling the shirt
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down her waste, exposing the exquisite curves of her breasts. "I just
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bought it today..."
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"I...uh...duh...I like it!" I said mumbling.
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"GAGO! (Mental)" she said in Filipino with her american
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accent. "I know what you're thinking..."
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"You do?" I said innocently.
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"Uh-hum" she grinned.
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"What is it? " I dared. "What am I thinking?"
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"YOU CAN'T have what you're thinking. HA!" she laughed.
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"SIRA! (Crazy)" I told her in 'TAGALOG'.
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Melissa rarely spoke 'TAGALOG' (her mom's native language).
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Her mom spoke to her in english most of the time, probably because her
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father was caucasian. I encouraged her to speak. In a way, I get to
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practice my 'TAGALOG'.
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I spent the whole day in her dorm. We talked about everything.
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We talked about dates, guys, girls, people we hate, and people we love.
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But everytime, we always end-up talking about sex. I suppose there is
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something about it that intrigues both of us...Her roommate was out,
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and I was thankful because she's such a BITCH. We sat on the floor,in
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the living room talking, and that evening while we were on the topic of
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guys, hormones, and sex drive, I was complaining a lot about the heat.
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"Geesus...It's hot. Isn't it hot? It's hot." I complained.
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"Gosh! Why don't you just take your shirt off..." She suggested.
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"You don't mind?" I asked.
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"No, It's OK..."
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As soon as I took off my shirt, she jumped up and screamed,
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"Oh my God! You have hairs around your nipples?!" she asked
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curiously. "...and what's this? You have a few on your chest." she
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asked surprised poking my nipples with her forefinger.
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"Don't..." I said. "Stop pulling the hairs...I'm saving them. OK?"
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She was grinning a stupid grin.
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"Can I touch them?" she asked acting coy.
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"HUH? Well...Go ahead."
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She rubbed around my nipples feeling the hairs. *FUCK* I thought
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to myself. She noticed the hairs trailing down my shorts from my stomach.
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She seemed so curious...She started to feel the hairs on my stomach...
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"Why do guys get hairy?" she asked still trailing her fingers.
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"We just are...HORMONES...and you're rubbing my trail." I said
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with a smile. I felt my blood pressure rising, among other things.
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"What?...You're trail?" she asked confused.
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"Yeah...that's what's called a TREASURE TRAIL." I said smirking.
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"The TRAIL leads to my TREASURE..." She pushed me away laughing.
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We laughed and laughed about it.
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Later on, we still kept talking about SEX. We got into a heated
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debate about masturbation. It was really stupid, but she was not about
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to give-up...
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"Guys masturbate all the time! We women never do that." she
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pointed-out. "When we want it, we get it."
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"What are you talking about? Women do it too." I explained. "Why
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do you think they made vibrators in the first place?"
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"Women didn't invent vibrators, MEN did." she retorted.
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"Well...if women weren't so picky about the kind of pricks they
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want, they'd get it more often, also if WOMEN didn't force MEN to stick
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their dicks in other holes where it's not suppose to be, MEN would not
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have to invent a vibrating DILDO in the first place!" I said laughing.
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Ha Ha Ha...Ha Ha Ha...
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"You're GROSS...Ha ha ha..."she said laughing.
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A few minutes later, we settled down with a grin on our face.
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"Can I ask you something?" Melissa said feeling hesitant.
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"Do YOU...masturbate?"
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"What?" I said surprised. "You really want me to answer that?"
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"Yeah!...You don't have to, you know." she assured.
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"Well...uh...ofcourse. All guys do..." I said embrassed and
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somewhat guilty.
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"Why?"
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"...uh...sometimes guys get horny...and we need some release, if
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we don't, we get irritable." I said, somehow feeling my stomach churn.
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*Where is this going?*
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"What makes you guys horny?" she asked innocently.
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"Lots of things..."
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"Like what?"
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"Sometimes, we get horny by what we see. Or sometimes by someone's
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touch."
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"Oh?....hmmm" she said. I saw her eyes light up, reavealing a
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devious idea. She moved closer to where I sat and slowly said....
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"Does this make you horny?" She asked stretching her tank top all
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the way down her waist, tracing her breasts underneath the material.
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I nodded my head.
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"Does this make you horny?" she asked again softly, rubbing her
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hand on my bare chest, circling her fingers around my nipples.
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I nodded my head. *Don't* I wanted her to stop, but I didn't.
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I felt a tingle in my groin, something is happening.
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She stared at my body and trailed her fingers down my belly
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button. She ran her fingers up and down my body...
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We were silent for a few seconds...
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"I haven't seen a guy...masturbate before." she finally said
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breaking the silence.
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I was feeling VERY VERY HORNY. She probably was too.
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"W...would you like me to show you?" I said uneasy.
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* SILENCE... *
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"Yes." she replied. Then I said, "Put your hand on my crotch."
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She placed her right hand on my crotch. Her touch made my dick
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sensitive. Her hand throbbed with my dick as it started to harden from
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inside my jeans. She had a look of curiousity on her face.
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"Should I go on?" I asked whispering under my breath.
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She nodded watching me intently.
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I carefully unzipped my fly and unbuttoned my jeans. I watched
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her reaction to my every move. I was being careful, and still uneasy. Yet
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I went on. I was very turned on at her interest.
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I reached inside my Calvins, and took my rod out.
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I noticed Melissa's eyes widen, she caught me glancing at her.
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She didn't say anything, so I continued.
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We sat facing each other on the carpet floor. I gripped my rod
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and began to jerk it...Melissa watched me. Faster...Slower...I stroked
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my dick methodically rubbing the head on occasion. I enjoyed watching
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her watch me. Her curiousity intrigued me. Suddenly, almost instictively,
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Melissa caressed my balls. She liked the feel of the hair underneath.
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We did this for a couple of minutes, jerking and caressing...
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"I want to see you cum..." she said from under her breath.
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I stared at her.
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I felt the tingles trail from my legs, and my groin started
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to shiver. I jacked faster, eager to reach orgasm...
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I started to gasp, and breathe heavily from inside my throat.
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"What are you feeling?" she asked.
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"I feel IT...uhhh" I murmurred. I jacked slower.
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"Where do you feel it?"
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"In my groin...hhh...in my legs...hhhh...inside." I gasped.
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"I could feel it rising inside..."
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I saw Melissa bite her lower lip as she watched me climax.
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Faster I jerked-off, and soon I began to tense...*uhhh..hhh...*
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I felt my cum rise inside my balls and up my dick. *hhhh..hhhh* The
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pre-cum dripped out, and I shot my cum violently, shot after shot of
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white hot semen, showering my navel and spilling some on the carpet.
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I felt I was choking, gasping for air.
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Melissa watched in wonder as I breathed a sigh of relief. She
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came closer reaching to touch the cum on my navel with her finger.
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"...You're cum is so white...it's like milk..." she said
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fingering the white fluid.
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I quickly grabbed the kleenex and wiped myself clean. Still
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breathing heavily, I tried to compose myself.
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"I...I think I should go now." I said hastily as I grabbed
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my shirt and zipped up my pants. "You're roommate would be back soon."
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"I'll see you tomorrow..." I regaining my senses.
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"I..I'm sorry Melissa" I said feeling embarassed and guilty.
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* SILENCE *
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"Don't be...we both wanted it to happen." she assured.
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Somehow, those words brought me out of the memories. I never
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had sex with Melissa, until that evening I had the fight with Joe and
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I ended up at her house. That episode with Melissa happened only once,
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and it never happened again. We pretended it never happened. I didn't
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expect another encounter to happen, and this time, we REALLY did it.
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I said goodbye to Melissa, and I promised her I'll let her know
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when I get back from Florida. I knew she was sad, and I really wanted to
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be with her. But I couldn't do it. I cannot let myself take the place of
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her husband. I know how much she REALLY loves him.
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PART 6? -----> expect it.... by SQUIRT
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