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This is an explicit tale of sex between consenting adults. Not for
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consumption by minors or those who don't like such stuff.
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This is almost certainly a work of fiction.
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TRYOUT
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-- by Friar Dave
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PART EIGHT
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Connie giggled -- something she seldom did -- as they stepped off
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the ferry and started walking arm-in-arm toward the parking lot.
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"Okay, wife," Jerry said. "Explain the mirth."
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"You were so cute at dinner, stalling and stalling and stalling --
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really, honey, you'd think you were condemned to some gruesome fate."
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"I was not stalling." He said it with a straight face, but she
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walked the next few steps turned sideways, staring up at him. Finally he
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cracked the smile.
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"'I was not stalling,'" she said gravely, mimicking him. "Oh, no, of
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course not. You always have three cups of coffee and two deserts after
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dinner at Four Seasons." They reached the parking lot and began wending
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their way through the cars.
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"I was just trying to prolong a lovely moment. This is a special
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occasion, you know."
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She burst out with a loud guffaw.
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"And I thought it would be, you know, nice to walk past my old
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apartment, where we first did it."
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Connie's laughter rebounded, peals of amusement that rang out in
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the chilly night. Jerry stopped and waited till she had calmed down and
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caught her breath.
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"Honey, it's 43 degrees. We could have taken a cab instead of
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walking -- and very slowly, I might add -- 18 blocks. And 'nice'? You
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mean 'romantic,' don't you? Because it was romantic."
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"Yeah, well, I guess so. Kind of."
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She shook her head and suddenly threw herself on him, clinging to
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him with her arms around his neck. "I love you so much, Gerald."
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"I love you with all of me, Veronica." He kissed her, his arms
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easily holding her lithe, small frame. The kiss began sweetly and then
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got a lot more passionate.
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Someone cleared his throat and said, "Okay you kids..." A
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flashlight winked on. Jerry lowered her and they turned to the cop.
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"Sorry about that," Jerry said. "The term 'parking lot' triggers a
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conditioned reflex in us."
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"And thanks for the 'you kids'!" Connie added.
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The cop walked off, shaking his head and softly chuckling. Holding
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hands, Jerry and Connie walked slowly to the car and climbed in. Jerry
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tossed his coat into the backseat and they buckled up.
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"Now you're trying to get me arrested," Jerry teased as he started
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the engine.
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"For what? Making out with your wife on your anniversary?"
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He shifted into gear. "I was thinking more of Rampant Horniness,
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First Degree, and Consorting With a Known Sex Object." Connie leaned
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over. "And what are you doing?"
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"Access to my favorite sex object." She unzipped his trousers and
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began working his rapidly stiffening cock out of his briefs.
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"Hey, you definitely are going to get me busted for lewdness or
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indecent exposure."
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"Can't leave you exposed, I guess," she agreed -- and began
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stuffing as much of his cock into her mouth as she could manage.
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Jerry groaned as his wife's head bobbed between his abdomen and the
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steering while. Connie sucked happily, her mouth filled with his
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expanding meat and her tongue busily exploring all the wonderfully
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familiar nooks and veins she had come to know and love. She was moist
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under her evening dress. She'd suddenly gotten the impulse to suck her
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husband's cock right there, in the restaurant, a la "Shampoo." For some
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reason she could not fathom, the urge, the craving, was just there and
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undeniable. She'd squirmed and fidgeted during the main course, the
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sorbet, the deserts and coffees. She'd fairly trembled with the urge
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walking to and then past his old apartment and she'd been unable to sit
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still during the short ferry ride across the Hudson. The heat and
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solidity of his pulsing cockhead was exactly what she'd salivated for
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all evening.
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She didn't want him to cum -- not yet -- and she knew him so well
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she was able to keep him just...below...the threshold for the fifteen
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minutes it took to drive to their home.
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But when the car was in the driveway, the lights and engine off,
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the gear in PARK, Connie turned her head sideways in his lap and
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murmured, "Come on, honey -- gimme gimme gimme GIMME!" She jammed her
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face back over his cock, taking him to the back of her throat. She
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sucked hard and slow and let her tongue wriggle against the underside of
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his big cock. She felt him twitch and she moaned pitifully.
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That did it. Jerry let out a soft whimper of surrender and his dick
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erupted. Connie squirmed and pulled her head back, gulping noisily and
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sucking just the glans and a little bit of the massive shaft. He spasmed
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again and this time he flooded her mouth with his hot, beloved semen.
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She sucked sloppily, knowing how much that aroused him and bobbed her
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head slightly. His caress on her cheek sent a shiver of love and lust
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through her. She moaned again as a third geyser shot into her mouth, and
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began moving her head up and down hungrily, coaxing a fourth, fifth and
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sixth welcome splattering.
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She licked and sucked his dick clean before relinquishing it, then
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gently stuffed the half-hard length of him back into his trousers. She
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looked up and saw Jerry leaning his head back to rest on the neck
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support of the seat. He tilted his face forward and pulled her mouth to
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his, kissing her hard and sticking his tongue into her mouth. She loved
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feeling him swirling his tongue around in the mixture of her saliva and
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the residue of his sperm.
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"Baby, you make me so hot!" she breathed into his mouth. "I wanted
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to do that right after the pate."
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He grinned. "I know. I can tell when that's what you're craving.
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You get this particular look on your face and start getting very, very
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restless."
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"Oh?"
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"And you only get the urge when we're someplace where it is
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absolutely impossible -- or unwise -- to indulge it."
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"Remember 'Shampoo'?"
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"Do I remind you of Warren Beatty?"
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"Yccch. What I liked was the brazenness of it. Not to mention Julie
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Christie. Or was it Goldie Hawn? Whichever. Which reminds me. Let's go
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in the house."
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He sighed in resignation. "You're sure about this? No last-minute
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doubts?"
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She kissed him quickly on the lips. "Let's get inside."
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"O-kaaaay." They disentangled and exited the car, then stood in the
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driveway for a moment, looking at each other across the roof of the car.
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Jerry cleared his throat. "Bravely go I forth to meet my fate."
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"Your fate." She snorted. "I'll try to make it as painless as
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possible."
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He grinned at her and they entered their home. The only light was
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in the kitchen, which Connie had switched on before they'd left. "Hmmmm.
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Looks like your fate hasn't arrived yet," she said, removing her coat.
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Jerry took hers and hung it next to his in the foyer closet. Connie was
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wearing her drop-dead jet-black Armani sheath, the one with the
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spaghetti straps across her shoulders. It molded itself to her every
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lovely curve. She could feel her husband's gaze on her as she walked
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gracefully into the kitchen, the high heels stretching her legs, her
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pert ass twitching under the fabric.
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Look and lust, honey, she was thinking. You're going to need all
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the lust you can muster before the night is over. And as she thought of
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what the night had in store for both of them, her nipples hardened and
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crinkled under the dress and her cunt renewed its moistening. She drew a
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tumbler of water from the faucet of the filter -- New Jersey's water was
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officially safe, but the taste was only slightly better than that of the
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residual semen she was rinsing from the roof of her mouth.
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"Want me to bring you something?" she called.
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"Some juice?"
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She drew a second tumbler of water for herself and poured Jerry a
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tall glass of his grapefruit juice. She returned to find him sitting
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stiffly in his favorite chair, a leather recliner half-facing the
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fireplace. When Jerry was nervous, he always became very still.
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Connie handed him the glass. "Fair enough -- you already gave me my
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juice." She licked her lips for emphasis. He showed little sign of
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seeing the gesture or hearing the remark.
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She folded easily to her knees beside him and rested her arms on
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his thigh. "Hey -- loosen up, honey."
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He cranked his head around to look at her, a machine-like motion.
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"I'm just afraid -- " He clamped his lips.
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"Afraid of what?"
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He was silent for a long minute before blurting, "You've been
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telling this woman what a stud you've married and she's all worked up
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for this and so are you and, well, I just don't know what I'll do if I
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start feeling left out or can't -- can't -- you know: perform."
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She'd considered the possibility that this would come up, so to
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speak. An introverted man by nature, she'd known that if the worry was
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really in his mind, he wouldn't be able to tell her till the last
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minute. Connie had given this situation thought and had a Plan.
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She held his gaze for a moment. "Honey, I can still call Kimberly
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and cancel this. I don't -- " She held up one finger, shushing his
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protest. "I do not want this to become a problem for us. And if you
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really believe you might find it that much of a worry, I will gladly
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trade this for us, every time -- and never regret it one iota."
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"But -- "
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Again she shushed him. "But first, before you decide, I want to
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show you how much confidence I have in you and how much you should have
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in you. Deal?"
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"But -- "
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She glanced at the clock. "This won't take long. There's plenty of
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time. Indulge me?"
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He drew a deep breath and slowly let it out. And nodded.
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She ducked her head down and graced his thigh with her teeth
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through his trousers.
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"First, will you please get rid of that damn jacket and tie?"
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He stood as she leaned back. He began unknotting the tie as he
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turned toward the stairs and the closet set in the wall beneath the
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steps.
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"No -- just toss them onto the couch."
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He shrugged and quickly complied, unbuttoning the collar of his
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shirt for good measure.
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"Isn't that more comfortable?" she teased, knowing how much he
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hated having to wear them. She rolled smoothly to her knees. "What do
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you like best about me?"
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That got a genuine smile from him. They'd had this exchange the
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first night and on many nights since. It was almost a script, but the
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ritual of the dialogue was a comfortably exciting thing that they
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enjoyed.
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"I like everything about you best!" he answered. Of course.
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"That's sweet, but you know what I mean," she cued, getting to her
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feet with the lithe grace only a dancer could supply.
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"What?"
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She stood before him, fingers laced and hands in front of her,
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slowly turning a little to the left, a little to the right. She was a
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shade over five feet tall and after the night's big meal, was perhaps up
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to 97 pounds. Her dark hair and big, brown eyes and fair complexion
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were perfect for the demands of the sheath dress she was wearing and she
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knew how much it appealed to him.
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"Oh, you know -- some guys are tit men, some guys are leg men, some
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are ass men... You know."
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"Oh, *that*!" he said. "Well, I'm really a tit-leg-ass man, but if
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I had to pick just one -- "
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She nodded, exaggerating the gesture.
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"I guess -- your butt. You've got the cutest, ripest, most
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delectable peach of an ass I've ever seen on a woman of legal age."
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"So you like my tush?"
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"First time I saw you in that cheerleader's outfit, bending and
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strutting, I said to myself, 'I have got to grab those buns!' -- "
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"And you did -- eventually." She reached up and pulled one
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spaghetti strap off her left shoulder. "I have a surprise for you." The
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other strap was removed. "Special -- for my husband, the ass man." She
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reached behind herself and nimbly undid the four hooks-and-eyes. She
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began squirming sensuously. The sheath began to flow off her, lower and
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lower. Once it was past the pert thrust of her tits, it slid down the
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rest of the way in a soft, sussurant swish of fine fabric until it lay
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in a small heap about her ankles.
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She stepped back and out of the circle of discarded evening dress.
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"Like?" She raised her hands above her head and slowly turned for
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him. The flimsy, non-support bra was blue and nearly transparent.
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So were the thigh-cut panties.
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When she had turned a full 360 degrees, she watched her husband
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swallow.
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"I like," he said simply, his voice thick. His lovely, petite wife
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stood before him in her bra, panties and -- this was a first, really --
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garters and stockings.
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"That's new," he said, raising his eyebrows. "The stockings."
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"Got the idea from Emily." She'd told him some things about Emily
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-- including her remarkable tongue -- but not about what she and Kim had
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done with Emily.
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"Thank her for me."
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She smiled slightly and turned to her right, then executed a
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majestically smooth bend from the waist. Her knees stayed straight, as
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did her back and shoulders. She bent lower and lower, until her forearms
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were wrapped around her calves, her nose was against her knees and her
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gorgeous little butt was outthrust in all its rounded glory, inside the
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taut, blue sheen of the panties.
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Connie could hear his breathing grow shallow. She watched his
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fingers twitch, the jerky stretching of his arm. His hand came to
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rest in a long caress on her ass, his palm almost covering one cheek,
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his splayed finger lightly pressing the other.
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"Step up behind me," she whispered, voice throaty. "Get close
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behind me. I want to feel you pressing against me."
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He moved like a man in a dream, coming around behind her. His cock
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was as hard as a piece of steel, throbbing down his right thigh within
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his trouser leg. He bent his knees and pressed the stiff, throbbing meat
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into the shallow crack of her ass. She felt the thickness of his shaft
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between her ass cheeks, saw the bulge of the pants-covered glans
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protruding below her crotch.
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Her soaked crotch.
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He had both hands on her ass now and they wouldn't stay still. His
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hands slid around her hips, up to her waist, around to her tummy.
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She stood slowly, gracefully, back and legs straight. His hands
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slid up to her breasts, cupping and caressing them through the thin bra,
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then squeezing them carefully, finally pinching her hardened nipples and
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eliciting a soft "Oh!" from her. She let herself lean back into him, the
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back of her head against his chest, as he savored her lithe charms. She
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flexed her ass cheeks against his cock, felt his dick surge in response.
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She turned within his arms. Her hands went to his waist, quickly
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undoing belt, waistband and zipper, pushing trousers and briefs down his
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heavily-muscled thighs. His cock popped out, long and hard and thick.
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She felt its heat against her bare stomach as she straightened. His
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fingers were tugging clumsily at the bra, searching for the clasp,
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fumbling it open.
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"I've got to have you, honey," she breathed. "Can't wait -- got to
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have you inside me right now. Lay down right there, right there..." As
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she spoke, she fumbled at the buttons of his shirt.
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He settled gawkily to the carpet as she shrugged out of the bra.
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She stepped over him and pushed the now sopping panties down just below
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her cunt, leaving them about her thighs.
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Connie crouched over him, ankles to either side of his hips, knees
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close together.
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"Hold it in place for me!" she hissed. She felt his stiff meat sear
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her thigh just below the panties, shifted to the side and settled her
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dripping cunt against her husband's big prick. She pressed down, trying
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to force herself onto it. With her thighs close together and her torso
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tensed in her unbalanced crouch, she was even tighter than usual. She
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worked her hips from side to side, trying to wedge her cunt onto his big
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pole.
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She finally captured more of the fat, smooth glans between her
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labia.
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"Grab me!" she moaned. "Pull me down!"
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His hands slid up her legs to her hips. He held them as if they
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were a basketball and pressed her down over him.
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"YEEE-ESSS!" she screamed as his knob finally penetrated her hungry
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cunt. "YES!" He pulled her down onto him as he pressed up. She felt his
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cock -- it seemed even larger than usual -- boring inexorably up into
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her cunt, her womb, her stomach, her lungs. She shrieked again and shook
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as she finally settled her tautly stretched cunt lips against the bony
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ring at the base of his straining dick. She felt impaled, helpless and
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totally loved by the man she loved. Her cunt was convulsing over him
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even before he started jerking her hips up and down over his rampant
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prick. His cock was smoothing all the little wrinkles and bumps in her
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cunt, ironing and stretching them and finally testing her limits as he
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thrust up into her and pulled her down onto him.
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Connie tried to hump herself up and down over her husband's cock,
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but somehow, she just couldn't seem to get her coordination. Every time
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she tensed to lift herself, she was clenching her cunt down on his cock
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and -- BOOM! -- she'd be cumming again.
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He pulled her down against his chest. His chest hairs scraped her
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nipples, adding to her arousal. She slobbered on the side of his neck
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and his shoulder, incoherent sounds of sheer pleasure escaping her lips.
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Beneath her, Jerry was hunching his hips up at her while his hand,
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clamped over her small, hard ass, pumped her atop him. It seemed to
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Connie as if the orgasms never completely stopped, now; they diminished
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occasionally, but -- like ocean waves -- never completely faded.
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Suddenly, Jerry was rolling her onto her back, then cranking her
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legs, so slim and limber, up and back -- farther -- farther -- farther,
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till her calves were almost behind her ears. She felt her quim
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contracting on him, shortening.
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When he was poised above her, his powerful torso supported on his
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outstretched arms, she felt as if she were being skewered. Skewer-
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screwed, she thought. Skrewered.
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"Skrewered," she mumbled, gasping as he began to sink into her. She
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felt unbelievably full. She could watch her own abdomen bulge as his
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fat, hard dick pushed deeper and deeper into her.
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"Wazzat?" he gasped.
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"Skewer-screwed," she whispered. "Skrewered."
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He bottomed out inside her. She thought his knob must be somewhere
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in the vicinity of her duodenum. Maybe her larynx. Her tummy convulsed
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as the orgasms began rising through her again.
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He pulled back slowly and held himself above her, suspended on
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hands and toes so the only points of contact were the backs of her
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thighs against stomach and her filled-to-bursting cunt.
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Jerry began jabbing down with his hips, quick, twirling thrusts
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that screwed his cock into her, pressing all the wonderful little hidey-
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holes of pleasure in her vagina. Connie was beyond screaming, now; the
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pleasure had sucked the breath from her. She could do no more than lay
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back and receive the wonderful poling her husband was giving her --
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receive and enjoy.
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As he rammed his cock in and out of her, he let his legs bend till
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his knees were resting on the carpet and slowly began straightening. He
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took her ankles in his hands and pulled them together, then held both
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slim ankles in one powerful hand. All the time, his strokes never
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ceased, his big prick driving deep into her recesses, then pulling back,
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her tight little labia coating his wide girth.
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He brought his free hand down to her face, caressing her cheek with
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his fingertips. Her eyes popped open, wide, and slowly she focused on
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his face. She saw the lust and hunger there, and the love and tenderness.
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"Oh, baby," she managed to whisper. There was more, but she
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couldn't make her mouth work to say it. Later, she vowed silently.
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The hand moved lower, to her mouth. She was holding her lower lip
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between her teeth. She opened her mouth and greedily sucked at his
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finger, tonguing it as if it were his cock...
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...or Kimberly's nipple...
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...before he pulled it free and lightly caressed her stiffened
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nipple, then tweaked it. She groaned, deep and loud, as yet another
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orgasm careened through her.
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His cock, all the time pistoning in and out and in and out, deeper
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and farther, stretching and reaming, so goood, so goooood...
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"So goooooood," she moaned.
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His hand went lower, over her solar plexus, her belly, her abdomen.
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It finally paused, fingers splayed and palm flat, just above her pubis.
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He smiled and pressed down as he pushed his cock balls' deep into
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her soaked cunt. That tiny, magical bundle of nerves in the top wall of
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her vagina was compressed against the top of his cock.
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Connie felt reality fading as her eyes rolled up and just the
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whites showed. It was as if all sensation were draining from her body to
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the focal point of her cunt, to that one spot in her cunt -- and then
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the pleasure exploded outward, suffusing her, filling her to exploding,
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saturating her nerves, her skin, then growing more and more intense
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until she was sure she'd burst into orgasmic flame and then:
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"AHHHHHHHH!"
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Her cry shattered the panting quiet as the most intense orgasm of
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her experience burst through her entire being. She couldn't remember the
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time before its beginning, couldn't imagine the time after its end; it
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was a forever orgasm, unending and a time unto itself. And it seemed
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perpetual, consuming, possessing. She came and came and came, harder and
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harder, dimly aware of the components: his big cock throbbing inside
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her, his hand holding her ankles, his hand pressing her abdomen, her
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clitoris quivering, her nipples responding to molecule of air.
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And then she became aware of his prick motionless inside her. No,
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not motionless -- no longer plunging, but not motionless. It was
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throbbing, spasming. She could feel his balls, tight and heavy against
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her upturned little ass, jerking. She could feel his hot semen spraying
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and splashing inside her, feel her cunt stretching with each swelling
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and explosion. She could feel him cumming inside her cumming cunt and it
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all went higher and brighter until she had become a single, quivering
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nerve, a gigantic clitoris -- cumming.
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He finally sagged above her and slowly, almost gracefully, rolled
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her into his arms as he slid onto his back, panting like a marathon
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runner. His shriveling prick was still trapped in the yet-spasming
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slickness of her cunt and she let herself coat his flesh with hers as
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she remembered that vow.
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"My darling," she whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear.
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"My darling, "You're the only one I'll ever need. I may want others,
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from time to time, but you're the only one I'll ever need, and I'll
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always need you."
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He kissed the her forehead. "I love you so much, Veronica."
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She kissed his shoulder. "I love you, Gerald."
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"I've never seen you cum that hard or that long."
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She shivered. Even the imperfect memory was nearly enough to make
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her cum again. "I've never cum that hard in my life. Or that long."
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"I feel like you got all the moisture in my body." He chuckled, a
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quiet, throaty rumble. "I think you've done me in. I'm afraid your
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friend is going to be disappointed."
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She remembered her plan, abruptly. "No, she won't. If Kimberly
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isn't enough to turn you on, and I'm not, and if the two of us together
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aren't, then I know something that's guaranteed to put some more lead in
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your pencil."
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"Better be high-octane lead."
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She tightened her cunt on him. He grunted.
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"It will be." She snuggled closer "Can you see the clock?"
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She felt him shift. "Nine-fifty-five."
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She relaxed even more. "Good. Let's just stay like this for a few
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minutes. We have time for some snuggling and a shower."
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"Oh?"
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"Trust me."
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He began humming the theme from "Raiders of the Lost Ark."
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"You're silly," she accused.
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"You're sexy."
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She hummed against his shoulder and let herself relax in the cradle
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of his arms. Just a few minutes, she told herself...
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..."Huh?"
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"You dozed off. Ten after ten."
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Connie pulled herself up on him, slowly disconnecting his cock from
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her cunt. It shlurped out of her just as her lips reached his. They
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kissed lightly for a moment, then passionately, then lightly again
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before she rolled off him. She pulled her knees up under herself, then
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stood. She could feel his juice and hers seeping from between her cunt
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lips. She felt unbelievably sexy looking down at the long, hard-muscled
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length of him -- sexy, and fabulously lucky. She couldn't dare even hope
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that he felt the same way about her, but he did; her heart knew it.
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"Shower -- me first!" she said, feeling suddenly childish. She
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grinned and hurried up the stairs, leaving him to gather their clothes.
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Connie was just stepping under the hot spray -- she'd douched
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first; had to be fresh and tasty! -- when Jerry stuck his head into the
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shower. "Need some help?" He leered excessively.
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"And you claimed you couldn't get it up again!"
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"Well, it's as limp as a washrag, so I figured -- "
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She held her palms so the spray glanced off her hands at his face.
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He retreated hastily. Connie finished her shower and toweled off. She
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stepped into the bedroom wearing the big bath towel like an Island Girl
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and found her husband carefully tucking in the bedspread. He was wearing
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his yellow, terry-cloth robe. The clock said 10:23. Kim was due between
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10:30 and 10:45.
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"Your turn." She jerked her thumb at the door to the bathroom.
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He nodded, expression somber -- but not unhappy. As he was walking
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past her, she stopped him with a hand on his forearm. "Tell me what you
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feel?"
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"I love you and I'm a little uneasy about this...but -- okay, I
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guess. I know I can't get off again for a few hours."
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She stopped the impulse to smile or speak.
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"So I feel like, well, I'm going to see my lover have a wonderful
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time with a beautiful woman, and that sounds fine. So -- okay. But I
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wonder what I should wear."
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She tugged the lapel of the robe. "This is just fine."
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"Seriously."
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She did smile, now. "Your favorite jeans and a sweatshirt, okay?
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Just -- relaxed, right?"
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"Right."
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She stretched up on her tiptoes and kissed him lightly. "Go shower."
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Connie waited till she heard the shower running, then quickly
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slipped into her purple camisole, matching bikini panties and negligee.
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She walked barefoot downstairs to the living room and quickly put the
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tape into the VCR. The timer said 10:32. She was just cinching the sash
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of the negligee when the doorbell rang.
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Smiling confidently, hearing the sounds of the shower where her
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wonderful husband was lathering herself, Connie opened the front door
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and welcomed Kimberly...
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....and Emily.
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[more]
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so I address this to the one percent.
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Don't change or modify the file name or the text itself; that's a
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Thanks, in advance.
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-- F.D.
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