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Weeks, Part 2

Tuesday, May 31st, 2005

Normally, he decided, any woman looking like she did now, combined with

her sense of humor and the ability to keep up interesting conversation would be

near to impossible to resist. How come he hadn’t noticed her before? Abigail took

off her jewelry, two rings and a necklace and dropped it in one of her boots. She

turned her back to him and slowly lifted her shirt. For his mind’s eye he

envisioned them together, his hands at the small of her back while he… Ukko

blinked his eyes to get rid of that train of thought. But he wondered why he’d

never even considered trying to get her into bed with him. A small voice inside

him answered, because friends are too valuable to take advantage of. And you’re

not like Dlanor. Abigail folded her shirt and bend down to put it on top of her

armor, giving him a broad view of her butt, hips and the treasure, that lay

between them. If she were putting on a show for him, it was definitely working.

He had a raging hardon which started to become painful. She stepped into the

water and slowly waded towards the deeper parts of the lake, her hips and ass

swaying. She looked over her shoulder. “Come on in, the water’s great!” she

called. Ukko raised his hand in response. He gathered some branches and threw

them on the fire. He unfastened his leather belt and thought about the dangers

they had faced together. The encounter with the Death Knight still brought him

shivers. For a while he was distracted by loosening the straps of his jerkin and

by the time he dropped his pants his erection had withered enough for him not to

embarrass himself in case he was imagining things. The water was cold enough to

be refreshing and still warm enough for comfort. “Did you never do this when you

were younger?” Abigail asked, treading water as he swam towards her. “Nope.”

“Come on, a farmboy like you?” She giggled. “Swim naked at night?” “They worked

me too hard,” he admitted. “I was too tired to do anything at night.” He found

out he could just touch the stones on the bottom with his toes. He found an

elevated rock with a smooth surface and stood on it. They were just grinning

stupidly at eachother for a moment. “You standing on a rock? Maybe I can too.”

She nearly tripped on his toes, lost her balance and regained it when he put his

arms around her. Her arms slipped around his neck and her groin slowly rubbed

against his, leaving little doubt about what she wanted. The warm, smooth skin of

her back felt great under his wandering hands. His member hardened again and

nuzzled her left thigh. There appeared something unsaid, still, so he stopped

momentarily to face her. He was surprised to see a tear running down her cheek.

“Do you need a reason?” she said softly. Ukko thought about that. “To be honest,

no. I eat when I’m hungry, drink when I’m thirsty and sleep with someone when I’m

lonely. A night of passion for the sake of passion is fine by me. But I wondered

what /you/ wanted out of this.” Abigail blinked away another tear. “My life’s

mostly been dark. There’s so much blood and death in it. So many friends lost.

For every foe slain we lose something of ourselves. I wanted to add some

brightness and…” She gulped and added: “Like you said, no strings attached.”

Ukko realized he could as easily fall in love with this woman as he could slip

off the rock they were standing on. He wasn’t about to confuse the issue by

saying so. He knew he wanted to possess this sensual being, to know what she

would sound like in the heat of passion and to see the movements of her slender

form and sleek feminine muscles, striving towards perfection in a rather

different art than unarmed combat. He also didn’t want to think about the next

morning. “Don’t you desire me, Ukko?” she asked, mistaking his hesitation.

“Absolutely,” he said. He moved his face towards hers and licked the underside of

her nose. Then he grabbed her buttocks, lifted her out of the water and flipped

her over backwards. She surfaced gasping for air. In a low voice she growled:

“You’re going to pay for that!” “I’m soo scared!” Ukko cooed. He started a quick

crawl to get some distance between them. She grabbed a foot and yanked him

underwater. They both surfaced seconds later, facing each other. Abigail splashed

water in his face and laughed. Ukko liked to see that she enjoyed herself and was

determined to keep her spirits up. She’d never smiled much, at least not as much

as he would like. He splashed back and dove underwater. He encountered a smooth

leg and pulled on it. They wrestled and tried to push the other down. When they

hit the bottom, which was littered with pebbles, Abigail pulled him close. Ukko

felt her soft lips caress his, reminding him of their intentions. It was some

time before they got tired of chasing each other and got out of the water. They

shared a blanket and lay down next to the fire to dry. When by mutual consent the

course of events for this night had been clearly outlined, neither one of them

was in a great hurry to consummate their desire. They both wanted to draw out the

experience. For a while they were content to hold eachother and stare into the

flames of the fire. Abigail smiled at him. He smiled back. It was infectious and

she found she couldn’t stop grinning. She stuck out her tongue at him and shook

her head, spraying his face with drops of water. Ukko tickled her and she

giggled. They kissed, softly. He stroked her face with surprising tenderness,

slowly licking her right ear. “Ahh, praise Shilohin,” Abigail moaned. She had

only suspected that her ears were so sensitive. It was as if her ears were

directly connected to her nipples and what she liked to call her private garden.

Suddenly eager to be joined, she slipped her hand down and grasped his shaft, now

more rigid than ever. Ukko grunted in appreciation but continued licking her,

following her jawline and neck. Slowly massaging his rod Abigail asked

breathlessly: “Am I going too fast for you?” Ukko groaned: “Uhh… do as you…

ahh.. please. I’m yours…” With satisfaction she noticed that his head was as

slippery as she was. Sitting up briefly she leaned back and slowly let his shaft

enter her garden, all the while watching his face. They both sighed deeply as she

slid down. After a few moments she rested her buttocks against his hips, his

penis firmly lodged inside her. They slowly moved against against eachother,

trying to find the rhythm. Her hard nipples dragged across his, adding fuel to

their passion. Ukko admitted to himself that during combat practice he /had/

wondered how the young female, at the time performing a complicated figure, would

look and feel in this position. Now he knew: it felt great. She looked great,

smiling and making purring noises from the back of her throat. Her hair, which

looked pearly white in the moonlight, was still partially wet and tousled. He was

staring at her small breasts, which hardly swayed despite the long and deliberate

thrusts of her hips. He wanted to know what the dark, hardened nipples would

taste like, but there was time enough; for the time being he satisfied himself by

pulling and twisting those two heated points of pleasure. Abigail felt as if she

slipped into a hot bath. Heat flowed from different parts of her body towards her

loins, where it accumulated. She looked down to where their bodies were joined,

her matted hairs mingling with his darker hair. Where his penis entered and

filled her private garden, which seemed to be burning with need. Soon Abigail

felt the tying of a knot in her stomach, the familiar knot that kept expanding.

Her nipples were tingling in time with her heartbeat, which was going faster and

faster. He reached out and sharply pinched her right nipple. That send her over

the edge. With a loud scream that silenced the cricket orchestra she exploded

into orgasm. She tried to keep up her movements while the hot waves coursed

through her frame. His hands supported her hips, helping her along. She felt

herself gripping him with great force, felt her heart match that delicious

pounding she felt throughout her loins. Ukko tried to keep up the rhythm without

giving in to the stars himself. Trying to counter the feeling of her warm, wet

sheath moving around him and the sound of her continuous moaning in his ears, he

thought of tax-collectors and death knights. She helped by trying to dig her

nails into his shoulders. Abigail ground her pubic bone into his, drawing out her

pleasure. The moment passed and their movements slowed. When the last waves had

passed she opened her eyes again. She still felt the blood run through her

nipples and fingertips. With a blush on her cheeks she sighed: “Oh, Shilohin!

Wow…” “You are beautiful when you reach the stars,” he told her. Catching her

breath she felt that he was still hard. Recalling an intensive three-hour

battle-practice she wondered how long their stamina would last. Neither of them

had broken a sweat yet. It would be a lot of fun to find out, she thought and

smiled wickedly. “I’m curious what you will look like,” she replied. Eager to

join the stars again she started to move again. After she had had three more

orgasms they tried out other positions, the Autumn Crane, the Faceless Unicorn.

When they switched to Butterfly they were both panting from exertion. Ukko leaned

on his arms and licked the sweat of her forehead. She tasted salty. “Can you give

me one more?” she asked hopefully. Shilohin, I’m getting greedy, she thought.

I’ve joined the stars eight times in one night and I want more! Ukko chuckled.

“I’ll try hon, but I’m almost ready to go. Can’t you feel it?” Embarrassed by her

selfishness she nodded. “I’ll let you go. Don’t worry about me.” She fondled

his jewels and her hips started a gentle rhythm. Ukko groaned. Whether he moved

or not, his pleasure kept mounting. It wouldn’t be long before his companion, now

writhing under and around him, would send him on his journey. “Are you…” he

started to ask. “Safe? Yes, I’m in the middle of my… unngh… safe period.”

Abigail flung her arms around him and sped up her movements. “You can leave

inside of me… nnghh…” Her private garden, which by now felt like a mountain

river in spring, had covered his rod with copious amounts of her juices. Soft

liquid noises joined the other sounds of their lovemaking. “Ahh… actually I

insist…” she panted. Putting her hands on his hips she tried to coax him to

greater speed. She felt his member expand inside her and realized he was almost

gone. To her excitement the warmth inside her concentrated once again into a

fiery ball which was growing rapidly. If they timed it right they might leave

together! She pulled him close and whispered: “Almost going, dear friend? So am

I… If we’re not careful we might go together…” Her sultry comments and her

soft, sweaty body sliding beneath him almost send him away. Ukko gritted his

teeth and tried to slow down, but Abigail would have none of it. “Did you ever

make a Lover’s Journey with a friend?” she continued. “I’ll wager you didn’t.”

The words added fuel to the fire they both felt building inside them. Amazingly,

neither one of them had left yet. It was almost a contest of strengths, the

muscles in their arms and legs strained and their minds set to launch the other

into paradise. “Ladies first,” he groaned. “No, go with me,” she whispered.

“Leave with me… please!!” Ukko drove his member all the way inside her and let

himself go. Abigail gasped when she felt his hot streaks up inside her, releasing

in time with the tightening of her own inner muscles. Then the fireball exploded

in her and she was consumed by the flames. Ukko growled as her release fuelled

his. He gripped her shoulders and thrust again, and again. She retaliated by

locking her ankles behind his back and drawing that delicious member inside her

burning garden, quenching and fueling her fire at the same time. They looked at

each other, smiling and panting, their eyes trying to catch as much detail as

possible. Finally the sensations dulled and their movements slowed. By unspoken

agreement he stayed inside her. She traced the contours of his shoulder blades,

enjoying the closeness. Every small movement still caused some muscles to

contract, which in turn still caused warm, gentle waves for both of them. Abigail

tested all her muscles and found herself satisfied. The bruises on her shoulders

told her she truly had made him lose control. She smiled quietly. Not bad for a

first time, she thought.

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Weeks, Part 1

Monday, May 30th, 2005

They still had a couple of weeks before they were expected to show up in Carlin

and meet the others. They could make the journey in seven days time, but they

were in no hurry. Avoiding towns and main roads, they were more concerned with

keeping a low profile. On the fourth night they camped at the edge of a lake not

far from a village called Oak’s Grove. As usual, Abigail fed and took care of the

horses and Ukko prepared the evening meal. He roasted the two rabbits they’d

caught in their snares two days ago and filled their waterskins with fresh water

from the lake. Making sure that their fire was not visible from across the lake -

Oak’s Grove lay on the other side – he wondered why his companion had been so

lost in thoughts the past couple of days. She wasn’t much of a talker to begin

with, but she seemed unusually quiet off late. He didn’t mind though. She was

very refreshing after experiencing the ladies of the big city who seemed so full

of themselves and talked the entire evening and, if they could, after that.

“Hey, what’s eating you, Ears?” Ukko said, trying to get a rise out of her.

Abigail turned in irritation. “Don’t call me that.” She led her mare down to the

waterside where she could drink. Ukko shook his head and dug out his salt pouch

from the saddlebags. “Dinner’s ready,” he announced after a while. They ate for

the most part in silence. Sitting opposite her and having the advantage of added

height Ukko watched Abigail eat. Her eyes focussing on the task at hand she

gently tore off small pieces of meat with her mouth. From time to time she licked

the dripping off her long, slender fingers. There was an unstudied elegance about

her eating, the same unconscious grace applying to most other things she did.

“You told me you cut your hair out of rebelliousness. So that they couldn’t miss

seeing your ears,” Ukko said. The fire’s flames gave her face and hands a fiery

glow. “Uhuh,” she replied, concentrating on the meat and spitting a piece of bone

into the fire. “Are you letting it grow back now?” he asked. She nodded. “I grow

tired of the hood. I want to feel the sun on my face again without having to give

away that I’m…” Her voice faded and she followed a couple of sparks that had

leapt up from the fire. “That, and the fact that I’m around someone with whom I

can be myself again.” Her eyes caught his. Ukko couldn’t find a proper response

to the sudden praise and nodded instead. After dinner he carved a large splinter

of wood out of a branch and started picking his teeth with it, one of his

favorite after-dinner activities. Abigail took a dirty rag and started cleaning

the mechanism of her crossbow. Ukko let out a modest burp. An owl hooted nearby.

A few crickets launched into a new recital. He felt at peace, sitting here beside

the fire and listening to the sounds around them. The lake’s surface was smooth,

reflecting the lights of Oak’s Grove at the farside. Cloud and King stood next to

the old willow near the water, nuzzling. Two hills between them and the nearest

path. If there was more to life than killing, looting and pillaging, this, he

thought, could very well be it. His eyes drifted back to Abigail and he smiled.

She hooked her feet behind the wood of the bow, took the bowstring in her hands.

Ukko looked at the play of her muscles of her arms as she started to draw the

string back. Only the pursing of her lips betrayed the effort. She caught him

staring and frowned. “What?” “You’re so quiet, Ears,” he chuckled. With great

speed Abigail nocked an arrow, aimed the bow at him and fired. The arrow hit

something next to his shoulder. The warrior just sat there, the blood drawn from

his face and his mouth hanging open. “G-gotcha. I won’t call you that again,” he

said in a hoarse voice. She smiled at that. When she lowered the bow Ukko glanced

beside him to see what she had hit. Next to his shoulder lay a snake, its head

pierced with an arrow. He released his breath in a long, slow sigh. “Koriel

guard me! I thought you were going to shoot me!” He tried to clear his throat.

“There was no time to warn you,” she apologized. “Are you alright?” “I think

so… Do you think it was poisonous?” Abigail shrugged. “Don’t know. But it was

about to give you a lovebite. Would’ve given a nasty wound in the neck from any

kind of snake.” Ukko pushed the arrow through the snake’s head and gave it back

to her. “Thanks, Abby.” “Hey, next time you save my skin again.” After a short

inspection of the sight she put the bow and the cleaning rag away. She got up and

walked down to the edge of the water. In the light of the rising moon she

unfastened the buckles of her chainmail shirt. Ukko stared as she took the shirt

off and put it on a large boulder near the water. Her beltpouch and sheathed

dagger were put on top of it. She managed to take her boots off without

unceremoniously limping around on one foot. Then she slowly stripped her legs of

the padded armor. She was now only dressed in a long shirt that used to be white

but which had now reverted to a more neutral grey. From not more than ten feet

away Ukko admired her. From her long legs, muscled yet graceful, and the curve of

her hips to the swell of her breasts and the outlines of her nipples, clearly

visible through the shirt. She was breathtaking. He could hardly believe this was

the same person who had drunk him under the table two weeks ago in Woolfson

Bridge.

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Amanda

Sunday, May 29th, 2005

Amanda was nervous, I could tell, she kept on scrunching up the tissues

that she was using to remove her makeup, this was her big night, and I, as

per usual was there providing a shoulder to lean on, someone to let steam

off to, after all, wasnt that what best friends were for.

She let out a noise of disgust, I looked up and she was looking at the

tissue in her hand, “look at me” she said, “I’ve used half a box of tissues

and I still havent got all the makeup off” she pointed at the over flowing

waste bin and the tissues on the floor, “Look at that”, then she grinned at

me, “I guess I’m nervous, I hate waiting for reviews” I smiled at her,

“hey, you were brilliant, as always, how could the critics not love you,

the audience did, and word of mouth counts more than what some stuck up

critic says”.

I looked at her and a bit of the tension seeped out of her, she smiled and

handed me the tissue box and makeup remover, “here, you do it, I’m sure

your hands arent shaking, and just think of all the trees you will be

saving from a needless death”. I laughed and took the box and told her to

lay down on the couch and I would give her a rub down as well, “only a rub

down” she said, looking at me with that wicked gleam in her eye that the

admirers of her acting skills loved.

Walking over and locking the door of her dressing room, was my only

answer to her question, she laughed softly and I turned around and there

she was, naked, I marvelled anew at her body, she was magnificent, and she

was mine, Only I could give her what she needed, only I made her feel this

good, and only I had her love, and now I was about to have her body, large

firm breasts with erect pink nipples, smooth skin and a gentle rounded

figure, long legs and the most adorable shaved cunt. She was mine.

First I removed her makeup, pausing often to kiss her soft pliable lips,

our tongues meeting gently and without haste, light feather strokes on her

face, around her neck and shoulders, soon she was laying there almost limp,

and totally relaxed, I started on her massage, my hands firmly rubbing and

stroking her arms and legs, not even teasing her, I know what my lady needs

so soon after a performance, and its not teasing, its relaxing, turning her

over I rubbed her back and gently kneaded the twin globes of her firm

backside, her thighs and lastly her ankles and feet. Turning her on her

front again I noticed the small wet patch on the couch, as was often the

case my massage had aroused her.

Looking at me from under her lashes she held out her arms and we cuddled

for a short while, then she looked at me and said “its most impolite of you

to still be in your clothes when I am laying here naked waiting for you” I

smiled and pulled my dress of over my head, quickly undid my bra and pulled

my knickers down, cuddling once again, her breasts pressed agaisnt mine,

our kisses more passionate, our tongues entwined, her hands caressing my

skin, I broke away from her and slowly worked my way down her neck and

shoulders, kissing and licking, one hand softly stroking the top of her

shaved mound, hungrily I reached for her breast, my tongue licking the top

of her delicious nipple, licking and sucking on it, biting the tip and

feeling Amanda shudder under my hands, sucking on her breasts alternating

between the two, my hand still caressing her mound and inside thigh, I parted

Amanda’s legs, and my hand continued its exploration of her cunt, feeling

the heat rising from her wet pussy, I slipped a finger into her warm cunt,

wetting it with her juices.

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Riding A Highway

Saturday, May 28th, 2005

After the play. We get into the cab. He has secretly told the

cabdriver to drive somewhere (however far the money will last). He

slowly begins kissing my neck and his hand on my knee slowly working

up my thigh. I can feel the heat from the passion and rest my hand

near his bulge. With his free hand, he slowly begins to unbare my

shoulder as his kisses move down my neck. The other hand begins to

feel a slight wetness.

My hand goes into his pants where I can feel how hard and hot he

really is. He wants to take it out right now, but I say no because

the cab driver is watching us. So, I give him the address to my

place.

When, we get there, I lead him to my bedroom. There, I begin to

undress him and he begins to undress me. I turn down the lights as we

begin to ease on to the king size bed. As I recline, he crawls in

between my spreaded legs. He slowly begins kissing my chin, then my

neck, moving down to my breasts. Kissing each breast, sucking each

nipple, playing with them with his tongue and gently nipping them

with his teeth. All the pleasure causes me to moan and I grip him

tighter.

My legs spread open wider as he begins to slip his hard cock inside.

I feel it enter and my body becomes tense. Once he has put it all

in and begins to fuck me, I relax and let it happen. My hands move

down his back and I grip his ass. “Don’t stop,” I tell him. Then he

begin to thrust it harder and harder. I can feel it going in and

out. I want to scream, but I surpress it. I can hear him moaning and

saying how good it feels. Harder and harder he pumps his cock in me

until he cums. Then he relaxes and lays on top of me.

-”But we are not done yet. I want to be on top now.”

-”Baby, please, I need to gather my strength.” “Can I get a glass of

water?”

Sure he can I say and go get a large glass of ice cold water with ice

cubes. So, he drinks the water, every bit of it. Then I see that look

in his eyes.

“Why don’t you come sit on my lap?”

“Are you sure you’re up to it?”

“Why don’t you come and find out.”

With an offer like that, I couldn’t refuse. I slip his cock inside

me and begin to ride it hard. He’s squeezing my breast and moaning.

Then I begin to move faster and he grips my ass. As I am rolling on

his cock, I ask him to pass me the glass with the ice cubes in it. I

take one ice cube into my mouth and begin to crunch on it. I take

his cock out and slide down his body til my mouth is right by it.

Then I put it in my mouth with the crushed ice. He begins to moan

louder and grip the covers on the bed, as I take him deeper and

deeper. ” I going to cum,” he tells me. And I tell him to hold it.

I slip his cock back inside me and begin to ride it harder and

quicker. He tells me he is about to cum, and I tell him not

yet…hold it! As he caresses my breast and pulls on my nipples, a

tingle goes through my body. Up and down, I slid on his cock until

we both came. I lay on his chest in exhaustion and feeling pleasured.

His cock is still inside me as I begin to doze off.

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Teaching Jessica

Friday, May 27th, 2005

The sun streamed through the tall, thick panes of glass to fall on
half a dozen canvases in varying stages of completion. The angle of
the late afternoon light set a diffuse golden tone in the
high-ceilinged room that made the paint colors deeper and more
intense. Haley glanced at her delicate watch, and then gave a final
word of instruction to the young man standing before her.

“All right class, that will be it for the day. Good work
everyone. Remember, the studio will be open for after-hours work on
Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays beginning next week and running
until the start of the exhibition.”

It was mid-fall in New Hampshire, a beautiful time of year when
the trees were just starting to reach peak foliage color. Haley
taught most of the advanced fine arts courses at the small, exclusive
college nestled in the White Mountains. She was young for a
professor, only 29, but had already achieved a measure of success in a
few small galleries, and had recently been invited to join the faculty
after receiving an advanced degree from a renowned school in Paris.

She glanced up at the row of offices lining the south wall of the
room at the second story. Actually they were more like finely
appointed cubicles, since there were no walls between them – nor even
anything separating them from the painting studio. Of course, in the
spirit of historic preservation, the buildings were not to be modified
from their original configuration, so it was not really a surprise
that some overflow administration functions had been squeezed in this
way. Haley hadn’t had the opportunity yet in her six weeks with the
school to make her way up and see exactly what the offices were used
for.

Suddenly a head appeared over the chest high wall that did double
duty as a pseudo-privacy barrier as well as a safety rail marking the
edge of the loft. Haley felt her chest tighten with excitement. It
was a small blonde woman she had noticed only twice before. The
blonde had long, wavy hair and piercing green eyes that sat behind an
unusual and interesting pair of glasses. About 5′4″, she had a petite
frame that was always draped in fashionable clothing. Haley felt her
thighs tingle when the blonde caught her gaze and waved her up.

“I’m Jessica,” she introduced herself simply once Haley found the
stairway up. She held out a delicate hand with a perfect French
manicure. Haley was surprised by the strength of her grasp as they
shook hands.

“Haley,” she reciprocated. “I teach the upper-level fine arts
courses here.”

“I know,” Jessica smiled with a row of beautifully white teeth. “I
watch you a lot.”

Haley tried to mask her expression, but Jessica saw through the
attempt and blushed, realizing that her wording sounded a bit strange.

“I mean I watch your class a lot, and look at the paintings. When
the Dean decided to open this row of offices over here, I jumped at
the chance to get one of them. I just love art,” she explained.

Haley was more used to being the leader in a conversation, but
Jessica had definitely taken her by surprise. She flipped her own
long, straight blonde hair back from her face and flashed Jessica a
warm smile. “So what is it that you do here?” she asked. “I’ve been
meaning to come take a look up here, but I’m always too busy.”

“I work in alumni relations,” Jessica said, then gave Haley a short
description of what that entailed. “Mostly, my day is spent on the
phone or talking with people,” she concluded.

“I’ve only seen you in passing a couple of times before today,”
Haley noted.

Jessica nodded. “I host a number of events as part of the job, so
I’m often out of the office or traveling.”

“That must be tough on your husband, if you’re married,” Haley
ventured. She was digging for information, not having noticed a
wedding band. Something about Jessica excited her very deeply, but she
guessed it was too much to hope for that this stunning woman would be
bisexual or a lesbian.

“No, I’m not married,” Jessica said wistfully.

“Boyfriend?”

A sour expression crossed Jessica’s face. “If you can call him
that, I guess.” It was obvious that it was a sore subject, so Haley
left it alone. Instead, she broached a new topic.

“Say, those are great glasses!”

Jessica smiled gratefully, both for the compliment and for being
off the hook about the boyfriend subject. After a few more minutes of
talking, she suggested that they get a bite to eat in town.

Later that night, after a few glasses of wine, platefuls of pasta,
and copious amounts of giggling, Haley was lying in her bed. Or
perhaps floating upon her sheets would have been more accurate. She
was positively smitten. They had gotten along amazingly, soon talking
like lifelong friends. The tingling in her cunt was still present,
and growing more intense by the second as she reflected upon the
evening. Soon Haley could feel a thin trickle of her honeyed juices
slipping out of her gash to soak the hem of the nightgown she wore.

Haley was not the prototypical lesbian – not by a long shot.
Slender and busty, with fashionable long hair and an affinity for
makeup, she would never have been called a “dyke” by anyone. But she
hadn’t been with a man since her first year of college, and didn’t
have any desire to have one again in the future. Her interests and
passions lay with the softer sex, and if there was one thing that she
enjoyed more than anything else, it was parting the vaginal lips of
another woman to kiss her in that most intimate of ways. Her already
moist twat grew positively runny as she considered what Jessica’s pussy
must taste and smell like.

Being gay in a small New England town did not leave much
opportunity for romance, unfortunately, and Haley hadn’t been with a
woman in several months – since before leaving France, in fact.
Fortunately, she was not opposed to vaginal penetration as some
lesbians are, and in fact loved her small collection of dildos and
vibrators. One of the few benefits of living alone, she thought to
herself, is that she didn’t have to hide away her toys from prying
eyes. In fact, for convenience, she kept her favorites underneath the
second set of pillows on the bed. She reached for them now.

Haley withdrew a slim, curved tip plastic vibrator and a thick
cyberskin dong from her hiding spot. Turning the vibrator on to a low
speed, she mashed it against her clit and let her mind wander.
Inevitably, visions of a naked, writhing Jessica filled her mind.
Haley felt her body heat up as she envisioned their bodies intertwined
in lust. She slowly increased the speed of the vibrations to match
her arousal, but did not use the dildo yet. She usually preferred to
climax at least once before pressing the thick dong inside of herself.

That climax did not take long to achieve. Simply imagining
kissing Jessica’s soft red lips and tasting her sweet tongue was enough
to bring Haley to a nice orgasm. She continued to turn up the
vibrations without stopping, and then started pressing the dildo
against her oozing gash. She didn’t try to fuck herself right away;
instead she applied consistent pressure on the base of the dildo,
letting it slowly sink into her as her pussy stretched to accommodate
its girth. After a few minutes and some rocking of her hips, the toy
was completely buried to its thick latex balls in her hungry cunt.

That was the signal for her to let loose, and she did. With long,
steady strokes, she began working the cyberskin cock inside of
herself, alternately withdrawing it to the thick head and then
plunging it back into her steamy depths. All the while, she kept the
vibrator, now on its highest speed setting, firmly pressed against her
clit. The powerful sensations drove her wild and she came twice more
as she tried to envision her fingers buried in Jessica’s clenching
pussy.

Over the course of the next couple weeks, Haley and Jessica saw
each other occasionally. As she had described, Jessica was often out
of the office, and as a professor Haley spent as much time out of the
classroom as in it. However, when their schedules coincided, they
found themselves drawn together. They rapidly became close friends
and arranged to have lunch together whenever possible.

Haley learned gradually that Jessica’s boyfriend of the past year,
Harry, left a lot to be desired. It wasn’t that he was abusive, or
anything so dramatic, but over time she began to recognize a pattern
of neglect and apathy that was shocking to her. It was hard for her
to imagine that anyone, male or female, could look at her petite
blonde friend without being consumed by her. It wasn’t that Jessica
was abjectly sexual. She simply exuded an aura of femininity, well
put together yet delicate, that mated to her beautiful face and
slender body to create a sensual desirability. Their lunches
inevitably left Haley heated and masturbating both in the women’s room
during the day, and in her bedroom at night.

But as exciting as this time was, it was also immensely
frustrating for Haley. As their friendship deepened, it became more
difficult than ever to hold back the passion she felt. And there were
no signs that the feelings were reciprocated. Haley found herself
staring constantly at Jessica’s firm 32B breasts, especially on those
days when Jessica wore a tight sweater or let some cleavage show via a
loose blouse. There were at least a couple of times that she really
felt like she had been “caught”, but Jessica never said anything about
it.

One Friday evening they went to dinner at a neighborhood Spanish
restaurant and rapidly put away a pitcher of sangria. Haley had
noticed that Jessica was dressed a little sexier than normal, and
wearing a touch more makeup. As they chatted and nibbled on
appetizers, giggling frequently from the intoxicating effects of the
fruity liquor, Haley couldn’t keep herself from making a comment.

“Jessica, you look great tonight,” she said lightly. “What’s the
occasion?”

Jessica scrunched up her face in irritation and waved the waiter
over for a fresh carafe of sangria. When her glass had been refilled,
she finally responded.

“I was supposed to see my boyfriend tonight, the asshole. But
right before I ran into you he called and cancelled – said there was a
game on that he was going to watch with his buddies. He pulls this
shit all the fucking time!”

Haley was shocked by the sudden outburst, which was followed
almost instantly by giddy laughter as Jessica realized she had stunned
her friend. She had not previously sworn once, much less three times
in a single sentence, in front of Haley.

Haley struggled to find something to say. From what she had come
to believe, this was vintage Harry, and she felt that the guy was a
real jerk who didn’t deserve his fabulous girlfriend. But then she
was also biased with a hidden agenda, so how much could she really
attack the guy without looking like a jerk herself?

Luckily Jessica solved the problem for her by calling for the
check. She flirted with the waiter for a few moments until she had
convinced him to pour the rest of their pitcher of sangria into a
couple large to-go cups. “Let’s get out of here,” Jessica said, taking
Haley’s arm.

“Where do you want to go?” Haley asked. Not that it really
mattered, since she would have gone just about anywhere in order to
spend more time with the object of her desires.

“Isn’t your place just around the corner?” Jessica asked gaily.
“We can play cards or something.”

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Sarah’s Punishment, Chapter 1

Thursday, May 26th, 2005

The three matrons marched her in to the punishment room while Sara

kicked her legs and cursed. Fortunately the three were a match for the

young schoolgirl, but it was very

obvious that she would need to be strapped down for her discipline.

The three matrons hoisted her over the sturdy leather sofa, and while

two of them held Sara in position, the third drew her arms down full

stretch and strapped her wrists firmlyto the base of the heavy sofa

legs.. A stout belt was pinned around her waist over the sofa, and a

third strap secured around her knees, and Sara was firmly secured.

I found it very pleasing to have this sturdy ruffian, dressed in her

white blouse and short wool skirt, the image of so many of my night time

fantasies, now actually strapped down in front of me.

“In the mood for the cane Sara?” “No?” “Lets see how you feel about

it after we remove that little skirt you are wearing!”

My hands trembled slightly as I found the small side clasp and drew

the skirt down her trim teenage legs. Now I had this squirming tomboy

in her underpants. The elastic tightness of her white schoolgirl

knickers straining with the plump fullness of Sara’s rear cheeks,

broadened and fattened by her bent posture.. She had struggled hard

when being strapped down, and Sara’s panties had ridden up the cheeks

of her bottom, laying bare the fat lower curve of her bottom cheeks.

I took the tail of Sara’s white blouse and tucked it up under her

waist strap. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of her panties and

slowly lowered the material, watching as her ass flesh rolled out from

under the desending material. Sara’s ass was now completely bare to

my view.

I pulled my desk chair up behind Sara and sat down right behind her,

inspecting this exciting

rear view. Sara let out a gasp as she felt my hand fondle the slight

heaviness of her rear cheeks.

“Presently I am going to use a bamboo cane across these pretty little

bottom cheeks of yours Sara. I am going to enjoy it and I am sure I

will have to unbutton myself and you will be able to feel the proof

of my pleasure while I thrash you”

I leaned forward and was confronted with the fattish swell of Sara’s

broadened buttocks. I gave her a smarting smack on the near cheek of

her backside, and then another, causing sara to squirm and utter a

curse under her breath.

Imagine the scene if you will. Me alone in the punishment room with

this teenage girl, the low lighted lamp shinning on the bare pallor

of Sara’s sturdy schoolgirl hips, thighs, and rear cheeks.

No need to hurry. I was the school master and my decision to punish

was absolute

My fingers traced gentle outlines across her ass cheeks. I leaned

forward and kissed the soft white skin, tracing my tongue across the

lower swell of her ass. I fondled and fiddled with her

ass and between her bound legs, reminding her from time to time that

this was only a prelude to the punishment session that was to follow.

I parted sara’s bottom cheeks and enjoyed a long and close inspection

of her tightly closed rear hole. Sara’s gasped and her soft young

legs flinched as I touched the pad of my finger to her tight rear flower.

Ignoring her protests I leaned forward and settled down and applied my

lips to kissing her bottom cheeks again. I parted her cheeks and placed

little pouting bumble bee kisses all along the inside of her rear cheeks,

sucking and nipping her rear flesh along the top of her legs.

My lips traveled kissingly across the plump white ass cheeks, musing and

nuzzling her soft robust ass. I fingered back the soft folds of her girl

flesh

and pouted gentle kisses up and down her pussy untill sara was flinching

her

legs and gasping.

I pushed my chair back a little and started kissing sara low down on her

fleshy

bottom lobes, continuing down the back of her sunkissed legs, almost to

the knee, and then started working my way back up the other slim leg.

I pulled my chair back up and once more ran my lips across the silky

white ass cheeks now so proudly displayed befor me. I pulled her cheeks

apart and leaned forward, pushing my lips in to the warm space between her

bottom halves.

Sara let out a little gasp as she felt my lips touch the dark little

vortex of her ass. I was quite mad with desire now, my dick screaming to

sodomize this sturdy little tomboy.

Sara turned her head and watched over her sholder as I unscrewed the

lid to the jar of vaseline.

She watched me as I scooped the jelly out of the jar and slowly ran

my finger up and down between her bottom cheeks. Sara’s bare rear

cheeks clenched on my finger as I found her anus and lightly

traced small gentle circles around her anal bud. She gasped as I

slowly inserted my finger in to her bottom, making small lazy half

circles with my finger inside her anus.

While she was still gasping from the sensation of having her bottom

lubricated, I stood and nosed

my hardened cock head between her clenched bottom cheeks..

With a resolute thrust i impaled Sara on my swelling manhood.

At once I pressed my cock to the hilt, and heard Sara’s muffled whinny.

I smiled at her in the mirror. “Does that feel rather big in there

Sara?”

“I think it must, much bigger then what you are use to in the usual

place?”

I rode the young schoolgirls bottom for 15 minutes, pausing from time

to time in order to prolong the delightful sensation. “You’ll be

getting plenty of this in the future you little tease, bottom upwards

over the sofa Sara, just you and me all alone” “I wanted to do this

to you since the first day i saw you in class you little scrubber,

teasing all the boys in that short little skirt” “Oh your ass,

right up your

tight little ass……shooting my seed right up that

tight little bottom hole….”

I was quite out of my senses, uttering nonesense, as I discharged

my sperm in to her backside.

With cautious squeezings the youngster expelled the now deflated

serpent.

It lolled across her bare seat, leaving a few tell tell signs of the

rude sodomy.

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Dirty Pictures

Wednesday, May 25th, 2005

For the past thirty-some minutes Reverend Thomas Peterson had

been looking in astonishment at the latest packet of pictures of

his wife with someone else. But unlike the ones earlier where she

had been on a filthy mattress in what appeared to be a skid row

bar surrounded by a group of seven black men, this setting was

different. A living room, looking very much like his own and this

time only two Negroes were with her.

His cock was so hard it hurt and he was unable to stop the

feelings of arousal that these pictures, just as the ones before

had awakened in him, after all, Preacher or not, he was a man.

Pushing himself from his desk slightly he unzipped his pants and

a second later had his cock in his hand and was slowly massaging

up and down it’s skinny four inch length. As Reverend Peterson’s

hand came up and rolled over the knob of his dick, his eyes

glanced over the group of six photos laid out before him. In each

photo there were two men either singularly or together with his

wife, but the three he found most arousing were almost identical.

In those it showed his wife kneeling on a couch between the two

men. In the first photo an almost coal-black Negro whose cock was

almost twice again as big as his own, both in length and

circumference, had pushed about four inches of his dark

instrument of virility between her lips. Behind her small

kneeling form, what looked every bit like a 250 pound linebacker

with skin the color of hot cocoa and a cock as equally large or

perhaps larger than the other Negro had pushed maybe five or six

inches into her sphincter.

In the second photo the man behind her was holding her small

wrist in one huge hand forcefully pulling her arms behind her,

while the fingers of his other hand were twisted in her shoulder

length reddish blonde hair much the same way a cowboy’s might be

when holding onto the mane of a horse to keep from being bucked

off. This duel action not only forced her head up but also caused

her back to arch just enough so that her breast, which had been

mashed into the top of the couch in the previous photo, now hung

above it leaving her sensitive nipples to just barely graze the

top of the overstuffed cushion. There were signs of stress to her

neck and shoulders from the strain applied but it seemed to him

the purpose was not to harm her but to allow the deepest

penetration possible. The goal of which had been achieved for not

only were his wife’s pretty lips around the base of the coal

black cock but her nose was pressed into his kinky pubic hair,

while behind her it looked as if a piece of paper wouldn’t have

gone between his wife’s buttocks and the man’s groin, leaving

little doubt that every inch of his dark instrument was embedded

deep in her rectum. Faster the Reverend’s hand moved as he looked

closely at his wife’s pretty face, finding it astonishing that

she had swallowed all eight plus inches.

The third and last picture was almost identical to the other two

except the angle had changed slightly and where before the two

dark cocks fucking her were deeply embedded they were now plainly

and in all their glory visible. The large cock glistening with

her salvia had been withdrawn from her mouth and was inches from

her parted lips and there were strings of cum joining them

together while in and around her opened mouth and across her

cheek as well as down her chin were thick globs of spunk. Behind

her the top of her buttocks and the small of her back were

smeared with a vast amount of cum, while the cock which had been

reaming her ass hole was resting on the small of her back and had

a thick globular string streaming from it’s oversize head joining

her naked white flesh to that of its midnight blackness. His

shoulders, then his whole body shuddered and as his eyes closed a

guttural groan escaped from his labored lungs as he ejaculated,

most of which stained his hand while a weak small squirt landed

on his pants.

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Pleasure Boat

Tuesday, May 24th, 2005

When I first was invited to lecture at a scientific conference

in the Caribbean, I assumed that it would be just another boring research

meeting. But since the location was desirable, I agreed to go, and hoped

to enjoy the screnery. It turned out to be better than I anticipated. During

the welcoming dinner, I spotted a gorgeous blond woman from California. She

had an innocent but seductive face, long soft hair, beautifully rounded hips,

and stunning breasts that could not be hidden. Diane was not only gorgeous,

she was intelligent and witty, and had a soft and gentle manner. We hit it

off immediately, and had several conversations, starting with scientific

matters and then becoming more personal. Diane often held my gaze just slighty

longer than normal. By the end of the second day, we had loosened up a lot.

Seeing her in a skimpy, tight bathing suit hardened more than my resolve.

This was enchanced that afternoon as she left the lecture room; she moved past

me and deliberately brushed her breasts across my arm, raising her eyebrows

slightly.

I knew it was only a matter of time before the electricity produced

sparks, but the way it happened was better than any fantasy. Our hosts had

graciously arranged a boat cruise after dinner. We already had enjoy a good

wine, which was later complemented by a few rum punches. On the boat, more

punch was available, along with calypso music and a beautiful tropical breeze.

The music was hypnotic. Diane looked absolutely smashing in a tight wraparound

dress of silky slippery material that clung to every outline of her body,

especially her breasts and nipples. After a rum punch, I looked around for

Diane, but couldn’t find her. I wandered past the stairway to the upper deck

and saw her standing near the railing. She gently took my hand and led me past

very narrow walk around a storage area, leading to a small open part of the

starboard deck measuring about four by eight feet, completely out of sight of

the rest of the boat. She started sensuously dancing to the music with her eyes

closed.

Then came the shock of my life. She reached up to her dress, unsnapped

it, and slowly opened it. Diane was stark naked beneath her dress, except for

her high heels. She tossed her dress on the bench by the wall, leaned forward,

and started to gently and passionately kiss me. Her tongue and lips were

fluid. She rubbed her breasts, then replaced her hands with mine. She slid her

fingers over her clit and into her pussy while still moving sexily to the

music. I quickly removed my clothes and we continued the wild tongue kissing.

Diane took my cock in both hands, slid it tightly against the outside of her

pussy, and started moving back and forth, bringing us both to a frenzy of

excitement. She came with a prolonged shuddering orgasm, and finished by

sliding her fingers into her dripping pussy and rubbing her wetness over my

cock and balls.

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Startrek Fantasy

Monday, May 23rd, 2005

*Gone. He’s gone. Oh Lord, how will I live through this day? And, after that,

another. Then another. Years without him. Will it always hurt like this?*

James T. Kirk sat on the edge of his bunk, utterly defeated. Although it was

just after midnight, ship’s time, and he knew that he should try to get some

sleep, he was still wearing his uniform. He just didn’t have the strength, or

the will, to do anything, not even the simplest task.

Finally, he pulled off his boots and stretched out on his bed. That was just the

best he could manage, and it would have to do. The bed was mussed, having not

been made today, but that didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore. Besides, if

he didn’t make the bed, then he didn’t have to unmake the bed. Two less things

to deal with.

Cursing himself for being maudlin but unable to resist the impulse, Jim bunched

the covers up in his hands and brought them to his face. He closed his eyes and

inhaled, deeply. With a sudden convulsion, he buried his face in the bundle of

soft fabric, fighting back the tears.

*It still smells like him. God help me, we said goodbye to him today, sent his

body off into space and then I entered my final commendation into his record,

closing that chapter for eternity, but the traces of him linger on. I will never

touch him again, but will I see him, smell him, hear him, forever?*

Dropping his arms to his chest, he lay there and stared at the ceiling until

finally, exhausted, he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. The rumpled sheets

were still clutched in his hands when he awoke the next morning.

Nearby, Leonard McCoy was also having a bad night. He’d guzzled down a couple of

bourbons too quickly, earlier, and that, combined with the stress of the past two

days, had left him dizzy and disoriented. He had excused himself from the dismal

gathering in the officers’ lounge and returned to his quarters, flopping down on

his bed, still in uniform, just like Jim.

Unlike Jim, though, he fell asleep almost immediately. He’d awakened less than

an hour later, sweating and breathing heavily, his heart hammering in his chest,

and bolted upright in his bed from the force of the images that had been running

through his mind.

*It’s just a bad dream, that same dream again, Len, calm down.*

He ran a hand over his face and gingerly stretched back out on his bed. What had

frightened him? After a moment’s reflection, he realized that he hadn’t been so

much frightened as just shaken. Like he was trying to do something really

important, but had been unable to. He concentrated, and was able to recapture a

few hazy impressions.

He’d been walking, quickly, down an endless hallway. He must have been on the

ship, yes, that’s it, he was walking down one of the corridors, but he couldn’t

see the end of it ahead of him, and somehow he knew that if he turned around, he

wouldn’t see the end of it behind him, either. Although he was calm, and in

control, he felt a sense of urgency.

Suddenly, with the vivid disorientation of dreams, he was at his destination, the

engine room door. Slowly, so slowly, the door slid open, and he saw not the

familiar scene that he had expected, but a bedroom. He tried to make it to the

bed, but he couldn’t. It was right in front of him, and there was someone in the

bed, but, no matter how far he walked, he couldn’t get any closer. Finally, in

his dream, he had called out in frustration, but only succeeded in waking himself

up.

How odd. McCoy couldn’t make sense of it. Last night, in this dream, he’d just

walked and walked, and never reached a destination. He’d awakened exhausted this

morning, as if he had truly been walking all night. This one was different. Why

the engine room? Groaning, he wondered if it had something to do with the

unthinkable events that had taken place there recently.

His chest tight, he could not keep his thoughts from returning to Engineering.

He remembered again how awful it had been when he was finally allowed to enter

the radiation chamber. Spock had been dead for over an hour by then, and Scotty

had called McCoy from sickbay, where he was tending to the injured. He would

never forget the look on Jim’s face when those doors opened, and he and Jim were

finally able to gently reach out to their friend, his solemn face and elegant

hands horribly burned but his soul beyond caring.

McCoy closed his eyes and forcibly emptied his mind. Soon, he found himself back

in the corridor.

Again, he was walking. He concentrated on putting one foot in front of the

other, again and again, but the end of the corridor never appeared. It didn’t

bother him, though, because this time he knew that he would get there,

eventually. Sure enough, the engine room door appeared abruptly in front of him.

When he stepped through the door, he expected to already know what he would see.

This time, though, it was subtly different. The bedroom was not quite as dark,

lit instead with a strange reddish hue. It was warmer, too, but the heat was not

uncomfortable. It actually felt good. His eyes moved to the figure on the bed.

With a start, he realized that the person on the bed was not sleeping, but was

waiting. For him. He tried to go to the bed, but he couldn’t. He wanted to move

his feet, more than anything he’d ever wanted before, but it was as if they were

attached to the floor. He reached out with his arms, but the figure on the bed

was too far away. Nothing he did would bring him and the other person together.

He was crying, now, sobbing, calling out as if his heart were breaking, but,

somehow, he also knew that his cheeks were dry and that he had not uttered a

sound.

When he thought that he could not stand it a moment longer, the shadowy figure

rose and came to him. Yes, yes, come to me, join with me, I need you, I want

you. The figure was almost within his grasp…

With a start, he woke. His cheeks were wet, his pillow soaked. The tears had

been real.

He did not try to sleep again that night.

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A Night To End The Week

Sunday, May 22nd, 2005

It was late, closing time to be precise; the Bar staff began to clean

away the day’s business as the final punters finished their drinks.

Couples began to retire for the night and drunks stumbled off into the

great beyond (sleep).

It was only a short walk from the bar to Susan’s house, which she

walked with her friend Jon, they had known each other for over a year

and they had become friends, though a different kind of friendship,

lived in computers this was the first time they had met. Jon had been

staying with her for nearly a week, this night had been a goodbye for

him from Susan, they wined and dined and talked for a long time,

tomorrow he flew home.

They arrived shortly after. Susan’s apartment was dark, lit only by

the moon that shone through the window into the main room. They both

settled in for the night, doing all the things normal people do before

bed, brushing teeth, all that kind of stuff. Jon was staying in the

spare room; Susan didn’t have a roommate so there was plenty of room

in the apartment she retired to her room.

Jon had a hard time sleeping, he had always had strong feelings for

Susan, he had been there for 2 weeks and his heart had hoped something

would happen between them. He felt it was too late, but another force

began to drive him, was it love? or lust.. he couldn’t tell, all he

knew was that he wanted to feel her body next to his, he wanted to

know her taste and hear her moan.

As if by desire his body lifted from the bed and made its way to the

door, his PJ bottoms slumped to the floor, he careened naked from his

room toward hers. Her door was open slightly, almost inviting, a sweet

smell hit his nose and it made him desire her even more. He was caught

between himself, a part of him said “go, you’ve been waiting for too

long, take her for your lover and never look back” but another part

pushed him back from the door, a feeling of doom clouding him, that he

may loose her forever. He bit his lip and slowly pushed the door open.

Susan lay facing away from him; the moonlight silhouetted her shape

against the darkness shining on her cheek and arm. Jon moved slowly

toward her, standing over her completely naked, unsure where to go

next, still pure himself, his virgin body aching for hers.

Susan was awake, faking sleep to draw him to her she knew that the

thin sheet which covered her body showed him her shape, she knew he

would try for her tonight she had been preparing for days, hoping that

he would make a move for her sooner. Her eye opened slowly looking

into a carefully placed mirror so she could see him. She didn’t expect

him to be naked and hard which came as a pleasant surprise for her and

made her tingle between her legs. For a moment, which seemed like

eternity they both waited, she waited for him to take her, while he

waited for his heart to shout ‘go’. He warily made his way to her

bedside and knelt down beside her, his cock throbbed at the thoughts

and fantasy’s which had rushed through his mind the past fortnight and

the desires that drove him now.

His hand slid down his body to his member, which he gripped in his

fingers and gently began to work it with his fingers. Susan began to

feel her heart throb as she watched him masturbate only inches from

her head, working a steady rhythm in the quiet of the room all she

could hear was his heavy breathing and his movements on his cock, his

breathing was so deep that it hid her now hardening breathing from his

ears. She watched intently as his body began to react to his

excitement, his head fell back and his chest was pushed out, she could

see the pleasure he was bringing himself. He stopped suddenly as his

body began to climax, he didn’t want to do this, he wanted make love

to her, what ever had held him back was now gone and he lifted up

Susan’s bed sheets and peered under.

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