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Subject: {ASSM} <Dulcinea> "L is for Lemonade" by Shon Richards
Date: Tue,  5 Jun 2001 01:10:06 -0400
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"L is for Lemonade"
by Shon Richards

John walked into the bedroom, called by his wife Sara.  
The room was light by candlelight and his wife was 
lying on the bed wearing her black peignoir.  She had a 
stack of printouts in her hand.  

"What's the occasion?" he asked as he unzipped his 
pants.

Sara smiled.  "There's this story-
~~~

"-I want you to read," Alex told his wife Marilyn.  His 
arms wrapped around her from behind.  She melted into 
his embrace, and took the papers from his hands.  
~~~
"This Lemonade is too sour," Nicholas began to read.  
He stopped when his wife kissed his stomach.

"Keep reading," Wanda asked.  She pulled down his 
underwear and his manhood was waiting for her.

Nicholas continued.  "He said, 'what it needs is to 
something sweet-"
~~~
     "-to counter it," Belinda read out loud.  Her 
boyfriend was pulsing inside her.  It was so hard to 
read with him making love to her, but she wouldn't 
have stopped for the world.

     "Keep reading," Eric hissed in her ear.  "I want 
to know-"
~~~
     "What happens next," Rebecca said.

     "You shall," Victor assured her.  "I just wanted 
to make sure your bonds were tight."  She was secure.  
He took his place between her thighs and placed the 
story on her pale belly.  Victor's fingers went to her 
sex and stroked softly while he read.
~~~
     "'What do you recommend?' she asked, knowing full 
well what he was thinking.  It was an old joke of 
theirs, but a good one."

     Carol paused, thinking she heard something on the 
other end of the phone.
     
     "Go on," Thomas, her husband hissed.  Even though 
he was three states away in some dark hotel room, Carol 
could feel his desire.
~~~
     "'Something very sweet," he said.  She smiled, 
expecting him to place a little on her arm and then 
kiss it.  He smiled because he intended to surprise 
her."  

Yolanda looked at her husband.  His ebony skin 
glistened with sweat as he packed the dirt into the 
pot.  She noticed the bulge in his pants was very 
prominent.  She certainly had Carl's attention now.  
Soon, they might have to continue the story inside, 
away from the neighbor's eyes.
~~~
"He took the pitcher of lemonade and lifted it 
above her head.  Tipping it, he smiled as she screamed.  
Only she could laugh with outrage.  Only she knew him 
well enough to know he did it out of mischief."

Ursula and Xavier laughed.  Xavier laughed so hard; he 
lost his balance from leaning over Ursula's shoulder to 
read the monitor.

"I would not think it was so funny," Ursula warned.  
Her smile betrayed her.

"I'll keep that in mind," Xavier laughed.  "Read 
the next part before decide to take you right here."
~~~
"Right here?" Ian asked.

"Yes," Louise said.  Her hand was under the library 
table and her fingers were around his cock.  "You keep 
reading, and I'll keep going as well.  No one is 
watching."

Ian pulsed in her hand.  "That's debatable.  
Besides, who's going to clean up?"
~~~
"'I'll clean it up, I promise,' he said to her." 
Ophelia shivered as Jacob did something with his mouth 
on her buttocks.  "He took hold of the hem of her dress 
and began to lift.  The dress was clinging to her skin, 
soaked as it was with bad lemonade.  She thought 
fleetingly about the waste of lemons but she reconciled 
herself with the idea that it WAS too sour.  This would 
be much more fun."
~~~
"Fun is good," Amy said.  

"Hush," Howard said gently.  Their bodies never ceased 
their motion.  Entwined the melded and moved as one.  
Howard read from the wall where they taped the stories.  
Amy clenched her thighs as he found his place again.
~~~
"The dress pealed from her body as he lifted the hem.  
She shuddered, enjoying the slow striping that touched 
every part of her skin.  No bra and no panties meant 
she was being revealed completely by one simple action.  
To him, she looked like a Goddess being unveiled."

Geena moaned, and Scott stopped reading temporarily.  
He thought this writer was good, but the sound of his 
wife in pleasure was better.  Geena was sitting across 
from him, her fingers busy as she masturbated on the 
couch.

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