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From: PeterPrin@yahoo.com (Peter Principle)
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Subject: {ASSM} <Dulcinea> Slick by Peter Principle
Date: Tue,  5 Jun 2001 09:10:02 -0400
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Slick
  by Peter Principle

We were gradually becoming comfortable with each other, 
she and I.  Reacquainted face to face after a year, 
late in the afternoon of the second day, our fiery 
passions cooled from their initial frantic white-heat 
to a more manageable sedate sensuality.  I'd finally 
gentled my over-eager tongue enough to hear the soft 
sighs and catches in her throat that signaled her 
orgasm, with her legs spread open for me and her hips 
held still by my hands, her back arched stiff and all 
ten of her fingertips pulsing delicate indentations 
into my skull.

I was in heaven.  Her subtle scent invaded my nostrils 
and her juices were smeared from cheek to cheek, chin 
to nose.  Her swollen labia yawned wide and welcoming 
and glistening, but I knew without her having to tell 
me that her jutting clitoris wouldn't take kindly to 
any further touches, at least quite yet.  I grazed the 
inside of her thighs with soft kisses as I watched the 
entrance to her vagina repeatedly wink at me.  Two 
large drops of lubrication followed shiny trails from
the bottom of her inflamed vulva down to the bedsheets.

I sighed my own deep breath of satisfaction and moved 
my body atop hers, my weight poised on my outstretched 
arms and my knees.  Her face was still flushed.  Her 
eyes searched my face.  Smiling eyes.  Happy eyes.  She 
raised her right hand to touch two fingertips to my 
lips, pausing to let me kiss them, then held my face 
between her hands.

"I love you," I told her, and she smiled in her silent 
cherubic way and closed her eyes, and I felt her feet 
hook in behind my knees and attempt to draw my hips -- 
and my erection -- closer to her hot center.

Her eyes opened.  "How do you want me?" she whispered.  
"Tell me.  Just tell me."

I hesitated only briefly.  "Hold your knees up," I told 
her.  Her hands left my face, and I felt the inside of 
her legs scrub against my hips.  Her face asked the 
question, and I answered.  "Higher," I said.  "Pull
your knees higher and closer to your chest."

Now I felt the wet heat of her open vulva against the 
bottom side of my erection.  I nestled my hips down and 
notched my shaft between those well-licked labia, 
momentarily closing my eyes to drink in the
sensations, then forcing them open again.  I had to 
watch her face now.  I had to.

"Don't move," I told her, and then I began to caress 
her with my cock.  At first with the barest of contact, 
just a feathery hint of rippled skin against crimson 
slickness.  Just a promise of things to come.  Her
eyes were glued to mine.  We savored each other.

On the next upstroke I edged my hips a fraction of an 
inch lower.  Without looking I knew that my mushroom-
shaped cockhead was now gliding in the furrow between 
her labia.  Again and again I traveled the same 
journey, my cockhead beginning near the threshold of 
her vagina, feeling the heat from within, and slowly 
moving upward, spreading her lips, slickering her 
juices along my shaft until I encountered the hard
nubbin of her clitoris, then continuing onward until 
her clit was midway on my shaft and her teeth were 
visibly biting down on her lower lip.

And then my cock retreated, her clit gently scraping up 
my shaft and my cockhead reannouncing its presence to 
her labia, until my movements again paused and I was 
poised there, right there, a mere small hip thrust away 
from solidly penetrating her with my hardness.  It was 
an expectant pause, a rest of a few mere rapid 
heartbeats, but it was enough to tell her that I was 
there.  I was there, and I could take her any time I 
wished.  Any time she wished.

I kept this up, this delicious tantalizing teasing, for 
a minute or an hour.  It makes no difference how long, 
even if I was aware of time, and I wasn't.  She kept 
biting down on her lower lip and she held her knees 
high and still and waiting, and at some point there was 
no other choice on one of those upward journeys but to 
make that slight detour and bury my cock inside her.  
Her mouth opened wide and her vagina clutched slickly 
at me, and we both knew my end was near.

I tried to keep in control, of course.  I had all the 
best of intentions.  I would make love to her like this 
for an hour.  Two hours.  I would stroke her shallow 
and deep, slow and fast, with small maddening circles 
and with straight-ahead powerful plunges that flicked
against her quivering cervix.  I would make her cry out 
for me.  I would feel her body shudder with another 
climax more intense than the last.

But it was not to be, not this afternoon.  My cock 
found her wetter than I'd ever before known, all silky 
and calling to me.  She felt me harden, felt my orgasm 
build.  "Take me," she demanded.  "Do it."  And she 
continued to hold her knees high and give herself to 
me, and I took it.  I took it all.

It was an orgasm that announced its arrival from a 
distance.  It began deep in my body, that spreading 
heat and clenched muscle gripping of my belly, that 
uncontrollable urge to drive mmy cock so deep, so 
strongly, that she would know my passion for her.  
"Now!" I told her, "Now!" and those last few barely 
controlled thrusts just gave way to one last strong, 
straining push to be there, to take her, to possess her 
body and empty my seed.

And when I released, when I held myself buried and 
motionless and spurting, she rhythmically pulled on her 
knees and rocked her hips and clenched her magic 
muscles around the base of my pulsing shaft.  "Take
me," she whispered fiercely, "take me."

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