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From: AimTwoPlease <aimtwoplease@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Trigger (MF) by AimTwoPlease
Date: Thu, 14 Dec 2000 08:10:03 -0500
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Trigger
  -- by AimTwoPlease

To put it simply, Elaine loved to fuck.  I hooked up with her two years
after she had separated from her husband and a year after her divorce.
I was in my mid-twenties and full of energy and spunk.  The
thirtysomething Elaine was comfortable in her skin and self-assured in
her sexuality.  It was puppy love for me.  For her, I think she just
loved to fuck.

What made Elaine different from other women I've known was that she
didn't seem to have much patience for receiving oral sex.  She
considered foreplay to be a necessary evil, to be foreshortened to the
bare minimum.  That's not to say she didn't like my mouth on her,
getting her all pink and flowing and hot to trot, but she always
stopped me before I got her to orgasm.  "Just fuck me," she'd insist.
I did my best.

Elaine was a glutton.  We'd adjust positions every few minutes, trying
to scratch every one of her lusty itches.  She'd straddle my hips and
squirm around on my cock with big, swooshing circles until she was a
fingernail's width away from her orgasm.  She'd stare down at me with
those alarmingly blue eyes, her face framed by shoulder length curly
red hair and her freckled chest flushed and moist.  Then she'd hop off
and drop her face onto the bed and wiggle her raised ass at me, and I'd
grab her hips and find the glory nestled amidst her lush red pubic
hair.  I'd slam into her slick cunt with deep, juicy strokes while she
clutched fistfuls of bedsheets and wailed muffled cries into the pillow.

And in the end, the thing that always seemed to get Elaine to orgasm
was to flop onto her back and let me do her Missionary.  She would wrap
herself around me, undulating her body and rocking her hips to meet my
downward thrusts, murmuring sweet nothings in my ear.  Sweet nothings
that got progressively more direct and demanding as her excitement
climbed.  At some moment that was indecipherable to me, Elaine would
shift gears, grabbing behind each knee with a hand and pulling her legs
bent high and spread wide, and I'd dig my knees into the mattress and
just give her high-leverage power-fucking.

Elaine always seemed to resist my efforts to launch her over the cliff
first.  Whether we were sneaking a morning quickie before work or a
more leisurely evening fuck after dinner and a movie, Elaine never
climaxed before I did.  But when I did, when that mass of heat expanded
in my groin and my cock super-stiffened and I just became frantic to
stuff myself deeper into her cunt and let it all fly, my orgasm always
seemed to be the final trigger for her climax.

I was never precisely aware of what was happening with Elaine's orgasm,
since at that instant in time my forehead and my temples were expanding
away from my blood-starved brain while my balls were emptying in long,
streaming gushes.  I would be bottomed out in her cunt as I pulsed, and
Elaine's normally energetic body would be momentarily still and
receptive.  She'd exhale a deliciously guttural "Oh!" in response to
every one of my creamy spasms.  Then like a madwoman her hips would
flurry back up at mine and she would hyperventilate excited gasps that
peaked with repeated, sharp cries of orgasmic pleasure.  Elaine always
came like gangbusters.

Things were in an obvious pattern.  I finally got Elaine to talk about
it.  "I can feel your come," she explained.  "Sometimes I even think I
can feel hot spurts.  But I always feel this warmth spreading out in my
cunt."  Her ears were glowing red when she talked about it.  "That gets
me off when I feel that."

Had it always been like this for her?

"God, no.  My husband always used a condom.  Not that he wanted to fuck
me very often."  We were having this conversation a few minutes after a
particularly steamy fuck.   I was still half-hard inside her, and I was
languidly stroking my cock in that spreading warmth.  "And after my
husband, the other two guys I was with didn't seem to come as much as
you do.  Or maybe your come is hotter.  I don't know."

I didn't know, either.  I had nothing to compare myself to.  When I
made a half-hearted attempt to withdraw from her cunt, Elaine's legs
clung tighter around my hips and kept me close.  She gave me a crooked
smile as her cunt nibbled at my cock.  I was 24.  My erection began to
stir.

"Besides," she told me, "you might still have more where that last
batch came from."

I did.


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