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Subject: {ASSM} The Feel - Revised Chapter VII (mf, mF, mc, preg)
Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2003 09:10:04 -0400
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The Feel

By:  Dark Paladin

Chapter VII

When Ariana woke up, she felt like she had been just
finished giving birth. Not that she had any direct
experience with that, but it had to be similar. Her
muscles were so sore you would have thought someone
punched her. Her thighs were bruised where she had
driven her pelvis up into Steve's crotch. And between
her legs was a dull ache that throbbed as she lay
there.

She started to rise, then groaned as her sore stomach
muscles protested. Instead she rolled to one side,
then off the examination table onto the floor. "Ohhh,"
she moaned. She looked into the mirror, rubbing the
sleep from her eyes.

Her hair was mussed. "I'd say it's fresh fucked hair,"
she muttered, then started to laugh until her pained
stomach stopped it.

She had been fucked. Not "made love" to, not sex - she
had been truly and royally <i>fucked</i>. She looked
at her watch. She had been a non-virgin for almost 2
hours now.

There was no sign of Steve, though there was plenty of
residue. Blood streaked her thighs and the tops of her
left stocking - the right one had come undone from all
the abuse. Semen stains were all over her stockings,
and her vagina was still oozing the thick mucus.

She reached a finger, touching the sperm. Her vagina
still felt raw as she dipped her finger into the
fluid, rubbing it between thumb and forefinger. The
scent was salty. Funny - all those years of nursing
school, and she had never heard anyone say how oily it
felt.

Ariana wiped her finger on her stocking. She looked at
the examination table, locating the rest of her
clothing. Her panties were a wreck - nothing she could
do about that. The rest of her clothing was on the
floor where it had been left after Steve had removed
it from her. She could clean the examination table -
no problem there.

She looked back in the mirror, putting her hands on
the counter. She sniffled. She hadn't meant it to be
like this. This was <i>not</i> how it was suppose to
happen. She was going to have sex with Robert after
they were married. That was going to be the night she
was going to lose her virginity. It was going to be
warm and romantic - not like animals on an examination
table.

What should she do? She considered filing rape charges
- she had said "no" several times. She had said it
while she had shoved her crotch at the teenager and
shoved his penis inside of her.

Oh, good god - she had sex with a <i>teenager</i>. She
had never screamed, he had never hit her - and she had
certainly cum like a banshee. Her legs still felt a
little wobbly after that massive orgasm that had
robbed her of her consciousness. She squeezed her
thighs together, sending another dribble of sperm from
her violated cunt.

She grabbed a couple of paper towels, putting them
between her legs. Good lord - how much did he pump
inside of her? She thought back to her last period -
about 11 days ago. It was certainly close to her
dangerous time - what if she got pregnant?

She wiped her eyes. She knew she couldn't go to the
police. It was just so ridiculous. "Well, yes,
officer, I was masturbating in front of him before he
raped me. No, I didn't shout for help, even though
other people in the building might have heard me. No,
he didn't threaten me. Did he hurt me? Well, only if
you call fucking me with a big thick cock until I came
so hard I fainted hurting me."

Instead she cleaned up, changing the examination table
paper, wiping herself as best she could until she gave
up and just put a paper tower into her crotch, walking
to her car with her thighs pressed together. As soon
as she made it home, she gave herself the hottest,
longest shower she could stand until the water turned
cold.

She still felt dirty. Sinful.

It was only after she walked around the house,
checking the locks for the 5th time she noticed her
message light was blinking. She pressed it Play.

"Hey, honey - it's Richard. Sorry I can't make it
tonight - got some business at the office. Give me a
call if you need anything. Love you."

She stared at the machine, then cried again.

She lay in bed for a long time, her sore body crying
out every time she moved. She finally fell asleep into
the late hours of the night.

The next day didn't start any better. She called into
work - felt like she had a cold. She suddenly feared
STD's - who knew how many people this Steve kid had
been fucking. By the end of the day she felt better.
Most of her soreness was gone, and she was starting to
see the whole experience in a new light.

Yes, she wasn't pleased that her first time had been
on a table with an underage teenager. Granted, a good
looking teenager with a massive cock (compared to all
the other patient's she had seen), but jailbait
nonetheless. But in the end, as long as she wasn't
pregnant (Oh, please God, not that), she would be all
right. She deserved one fling before she got married,
right? At least one experience before she was stuck
with one man.

The next day at work she was still a little subdued,
but feeling better. It was as if the whole affair had
never happened. The police didn't come bashing down
the door looking for her, her patients were all
normal, and just about every twinge of soreness was
gone. She could almost forget it had happened.

Except for one thing that kept nagging at the back of
her mind. Richard. She started thinking about what his
reaction might be. Somehow, she didn't think he'd
really care that she wasn't a virgin. Not in the
literal "purity" sense - he wasn't as into that kind
of thing from his veiled hints of his own sexual past.
No, it was the prestige of the thing. The he, Richard,
would be the one to finally break down Ariana's virgin
gates as the only man to get into the beautiful
nurse's charms.

And the more the thought about it, the more she
started to wonder. He had hinted at asking her to
marry him - but somehow, it never happened. He didn't
have the ring. He had to work. They couldn't meet his
parents for some reason or another - they were out of
town, sick, or some other excuse.

Perhaps he really didn't want to marry her after all.
And now that Ariana really thought about it - did she
want to marry him? He was good looking, and rich, and
interesting - but did she really love him that way?

By the end of the third day, she decided she was going
to call it off. Sunday morning she vowed to call him
up and tell him they were through. He only showed up
when he had time to, and it seemed more and more
lately he just wanted to make out. There were plenty
of men out there - surely she would find one she
really felt passionate about.

And she tried to convince herself that none of them
were brown haired young men. Even when she woke up in
the middle of the night of a dream about him and found
her fingers buried in her panties, stroking herself to
orgasm. No, that had <i>nothing</i> to do with her
breaking up with Richard.

Sunday afternoon came all too soon. She sat in her
living room. From time to time she looked at the
clock, unable to decide if time was speeding up or
slowing down. She was dressed casually - just a pair
of jeans and a T-shirt. She had debated about wearing
a bra, but decided against it - the T-shirt wasn't
tight at all, and she didn't expect him to stay long
enough for it to matter.

When the door bell rang, she jumped off her sofa.
<i>Stay calm</i>, she told herself as she went to the
door.

It was Richard - her simple, wonderful Richard. Short
blond hair, even today dressed in a white shirt and
tie - he always seemed to be heading to or from work
when he visited her. She had always found it
endearing, that he was always so professional.

Now it just made her sad. "Hey," she said, opening the
door for him. He walked inside, his blue eyes
crinkling as he smiled at her. He leaned in for a kiss
- then frowned as she pulled away.

"What's wrong, sweatheart," he asked, running a hand
through her hair. She took his hand in hers.

"We have to talk," Ariana told him. She took him by
the hand, walking him into the living room and sitting
him down on the opposite couch. Her house was well
furnished - a gift from her parents when they moved
away to their retirement home in Florida a few years
back.

Richard frowned. He pulled up his pants leg as he sat
down. "Sure, honey," he said. "What's wrong?"

Ariana took a deep breath. "Richard, you know that I
think you're a great guy and all," she started. She
bit her bottom lip. <i>Let's just get it out.</i> "I
don't think we should get married anymore. In fact, I
don't think we should see each other anymore."

Richard sat still for a moment. His face became a
neutral mask. "Can I ask why?" he said, his voice
flat.

Ariana shook her head. "I - I just don't feel like
we're going anywhere." She wrung her fingers together.
She didn't realize it until now, but Richard had never
really, truly excited her. He was nice and could be
romantic - but she never felt passionate about him.

Richard stood up suddenly, pacing the back of the
couch. "So, that's it?" he said. He shook his head
slowly. "I just don't get it, Ariana. What the hell
has happened?"

Ariana rose to her feet. "Richard, it's nothing you
did, honest. I just - "

Richard look at her from the corner of his eye. "Are
you seeing somebody else?" he asked, his voice sharp.

Ariana was shocked. For a moment, she thought he must
have found out about Steve. Then she realized that was
impossible. Then she understood. "No!" she said
sharply. "Richard, I have not been cheating on you."

"Really?" he asked, turning around. His face darkened.
"I mean, what am I suppose to think? You've been cock
teasing me for months now - "

"I have not!" Ariana snapped back.

"Oh, really?" Richard sneered. Ariana had never seen
this side of him before. "What would <i>you</i> call
it? You and I sit on the couch, hugging and cuddling
and kissing - and the second I go to make a move, 'Oh,
no, Richard, we shouldn't, we're not married'." His
voice was cruel mockery of her own. "So what? You've
gone out and found yourself some other guy to string
along?"

"Talk about stringing along," Ariana retorted. "How
many times have your parents been sick or unavailable
- or how many times have you pushed of asking me to
marry you? We went ring shopping over 6 months ago -
and you got a new car, but couldn't afford the ring?"

"Oh, pul-ease," Richard said. His voice rose to a near
shout. "I bet that even after we were married you
would be just as cold and -"

The door bell rang. Richard's mouth hung open,
whatever he was about to say lost. Ariana glared at
him, then stalked to the front door. <i>Who on Earth
could this be?</i> She was honestly glad for the
interruption. If she had known that Richard was like
this, she would have dumped him a long time ago.

She swung the front door open - and froze in near
shock. Standing before her, with her newspaper in his
hands, was Steve. He looked down at her from the front
porch, nervously clutching the newspaper, making dents
in the surface. "Um," he started, then turned red. "I,
um - "

"Who the fuck is that?" Richard shouted. He walked up
to the front door, looking at Steve. "Who the hell are
you, kid?" he asked.

Steve looked down. "Paper boy," he muttered. He looked
back at Ariana. "I'm sorry, I was dropping by the
paper, and I heard shouting, and - "

"Great." Richard threw up his hands. He grabbed the
paper from Steve. "Another sucker pulled in by the
charms of the great and amazing Ariana." He jerked a
thumb at the teenager. "Let me guess - another guy you
left dangling along, now crawling here for the merest
look?" He looked at Steve with disdain. "Forget it,
kid. This slut isn't about to - "

Steve suddenly stepped forward. Gone was the nervous
teenager of a moment ago. He seemed - bigger, somehow.
His green eyes glittered as he glared at Richard.
"Shut up," he said, his voice like gravel.

Richard took a step back, his face registering alarm.
He flushed as he realized what he had done. "Stop the
act, kid," he said, gaining back his bravado. "This
woman isn't going to open her legs for you, so stop
dreaming."

Ariana's breath left her. Oh, God, if only Richard
knew the truth. She was tempted to tell him right then
and there - screw the consequences.

"Shut your mouth," Steve said. He pointed a finger at
Richard's chest. "I don't know who you are, but you
will address Ms. Scutters with respect."

"Or else what?" Richard said. He stepped forward, nose
to nose with Steve. "What if I do this?" He reached
up, tapping Steve on the head with the newspaper, as
if Steve was only a large puppy. "Big talk for a
little kid. Why don't you go home and let the adults
play." He whacked Steve on the head again - harder
this time. Obviously hard enough to hurt.

Steve's hands were balled into fists, as if he would
strike Richard. But something was holding him back.
Richard laughed, hitting Steve on the head again with
the newspaper, even harder this time. Steve still
didn't strike back, though his hands trembled. Richard
laughed again, hitting Steve on the head a third time
with the paper.

Ariana didn't know what came over her. Something
inside of her flared to life, something that called on
her to defend Steve, that he was - he was - She
couldn't find the words. <i>Pack.</i> But her actions
spoke for her as she stepped forward, slapping Richard
across the face.

Richard looked at her in surprise, the red hand print
blossoming on his face. Then he glared, backhanding
her, sending her sprawling.

Steve's eyes widened. He surged forward, picking up
Richard in both hands and hurling him across the room
like he was a sack of potatoes. Richard landed on the
couch, flipping over the edge and onto his back.

Steve was on him in a moment, picking him up and
slamming him into the wall. Richard started to fight
back - then froze. His face contorted into a horrible
grimace of pain. Ariana didn't see what Steve was
doing to the man, but whatever it was, it had to
<i>hurt</i>. Hurt so bad that Richard's crotch turned
dark, the dank smell of urine wafting across the room.

Steve lowed Richard a few inches. "Apologize to the
lady," he growled. The sound sent the hair on the back
of her neck rising. Richard stayed silent a moment,
then gasped again. His back arched, his face straining
as if someone had applied a hot poker to groin. Steve
slammed him into the wall again. "Apologize!" he said
again, his voice rising.

"I'm sorry," Richard said, his voice strained. Steve
let him go. Richard crumpled to the carpet, gulping
air from his lungs.

The teenager turned to Ariana - and instead of anger,
she saw concern in his eyes. "Are you all right?" he
asked her.

"I think so," she said. She looked up at him as he
broke into a small smile. She didn't understand what
was happening to her. Here was her almost-rapist,
defending her from her boyfriend - well, ex-boyfriend
now. And she felt her heart swell at his concern. It
wasn't a physical sensation at all. This was a purely
emotional one. She could feel something about him,
something that said that he was <i>right</i>.

Before she could even investigate this feeling, there
was another ring. Not of the door bell this time.
Richard's cell sat on the carpet next to him, probably
fallen from where Steve had thrown him across the
room. Steve looked at it, then picked it up. "Hello?"
he said, looking down at Richard. "Um, yes, one
moment, he's right here." Richard's face suddenly
flashed fear as Steve handed him the phone. "It's your
wife," Steve said. "Sally."

Ariana looked at Richard in horror as he took the
phone, holding it like it was a snake. Suddenly,
everything clicked into place. Whenever his phone had
rang, he had always stepped to another room to talk
"security business stuff". Why they had never gone to
his house. Why she had never met his parents. Why he
was always heading to and from "work" whenever they
met.

"Hey," Richard said, trying to sound normal. "Yeah,
that was one of the office guys." He looked at Steve
and Ariana, his eyes almost pleading with them not to
say anything. "Yeah, I think I got it figured out.
I'll be home shortly. Yeah, me too, hon. Bye." He
turned the phone off, looking at the two of them with
wounded eyes. He looked at Ariana, opened his mouth to
say something, then decided against it. Instead he
simply got up, and without a word left the house.
Steve slammed the door shut behind him.

Ariana sat on the couch, too stunned to believe it. It
was just too much. The events of the past several
days, and now this... She put her face in her hands,
feeling the tears coming.

She felt Steve next to her, standing there. "Um,
Ariana?" he said. He took a seat next to her, putting
his arm hesitantly around her. "Look, I'm sorry - I
didn't mean for this to happen-"

"Why did you come over here?" Ariana asked suddenly.

Steve looked surprised at the sudden question, then he
hung his head. "Well, a couple reasons, actually - "
he said.

"What, thought I was an easy lay the first time,
thought you could get seconds?" she blurted out, too
angry and upset to care anymore.

"No!" His response was so quick and sincere that she
found himself believing him. "No, no - I just, well, a
couple things, but I really came over to tell you how
sorry I am for what I did to you, and to make sure you
were all right, and - " He hung his head. "Well, I
guess I made an even bigger mess of things."

Ariana stared at him, surprised. <i>That's</i> what he
had come for? To apologize? He had just saved her from
a horrible relationship, and he was apologizing? She
looked into his eyes, still radiating concern, so full
of kindness... 

She would never understand quite why she did what she
did next. Maybe it was the stress, the betrayal, or
that sudden feeling that even though this man was 8
years her junior and illegal, he was just so
<i>right</i>. Maybe it was the smell of his skin. Or
those eyes that seemed to look right through her -

Whatever it was, she found herself leaning in,
pressing her lips against his. Oh, God, his lips were
so strong. Richard was a decent kisser, but Steve was
so much better, pressing his lips into hers, teasing
her tongue with his own. His hands came up behind her,
massaging her shoulders as she pushed against him
harder.

He suddenly pulled back. "Wait - " he said. He gulped
for air, looking into her eyes, searching them. She
wondered how she looked to him - lips reddened from
the kiss, her blue eyes smokey with desire, her
breasts swelling to push against the T-shirt.
"Ariana," He seemed to be fighting himself, his hands
fluttering like nervous birds on her arms. "Are you
sure this is what you want? Are you truly, really sure
about this?"

He wanted her - she could tell. His own eyes were
flickering between here face and her chest. She could
feel his erection pressing against her through his
jeans. "No, I'm not sure," she said honestly. She
pressed her body against his, feeling his warmth. "But
right now, I don't care."

She kissed him again, and she felt his resistance
crumble. She felt a fire spark between her legs, the
heat rising up her belly and into her breasts. Her
nipples swelled in response, the hardened points
digging into Steve's chest. Their tongues entertwined,
tasting each other as hands stroked arms, moved up and
down thighs, squeezed muscles.

Ariana pulled Steve's button shirt apart, revealing
his hairless chest. It was like chiseled marble,
smooth and hard. She pinched his nipples, making him
gasp before taking one in her mouth. She could taste
the salt of his skin, the tiny point swelling as Steve
groaned. His hands moved to her own breasts, moving
around then under them, gently hefting the orbs. His
large hands gently squeezed them as she moved to his
other nipple, his thumbs flicking over her nipples,
which made her bite down a little on his skin.

She was lost. She was insane. This was stupid - but
she couldn't help herself as her hands traced a path
to his jeans, pulling the button fly open. She reached
into his boxer shorts, gripping his long penis in two
hands. "Ooohhh," Steve moaned as her small cool hands
slid up and down the shaft. Her long nails scratched
against the sensitive skin.

Steve pulled up her T-shirt, baring her breasts.
Ariana kissed him again, bare skin meeting bare skin
as she sucked at his jawline. Her fingers kept sliding
up and down his penis. She felt powerful, feeling the
hard shaft in her hands. She could feel Steve react to
her hands, feel him squirm with pleasure as she
manipulated his organ.

She pulled on it, squeezing it hard for a second. A
sudden, wild urge overtook her. She moved over Steve,
twisting his cock as a lever as she manipulated him
until he was sitting with the edge of his ass on the
couch. She kissed him again, then pulled back. His
eyes were closed, the sockets rolled back as she
manipulated him.

She licked her lips, psyching herself up. All her life
she had done the "right thing". She had gone to
nursing school like her parents had wanted. She had
stayed a virgin for so many years when all of her
friends were talking about their sexual experiences at
the age of 14. Now, for once, she wanted to do the
Wrong Thing.

And with that thought, she slid off the couch, and
wrapped her lips around the end of Steve's dick.

Steve's reaction was sudden. His hips blindly pushed
upwards, forcing another several inches into her
mouth. The taste wasn't bad. It was a bit salty, a bit
sour - she couldn't describe it. The only thing she
could think of was that it tasted of <i>cock</i>.

"Ah," Steve moaned again, and she could feel the
vibrations between her lips. She plunged her head a
little deeper, taking more of the shaft between her
lips. She forced her mouth open a little wider, trying
to keep her teeth away from the skin.

"Mmnn," she hummed, which made Steve hiss in surprise.
He looked down her, his eyes barely focusing. She slid
up his penis, then moved back down. His hips gently
swayed up and down with the sensation, his body unable
to control his response. She pulled his pants further
down, down passed his knees as she continued to give
him a blowjob. Her first blowjob.

She felt like she was catching up on her entire life.
She should have been doing this since she was a
teenager. Since she was twelve and first started
growing tits. Her hands pressed against her crotch,
pressing against the heated mound. She undid the
zipper in her jeans, pressing them down so she could
put her hands into her cotton panties.

If she had known she was going to give her first
blowjob to the man who broke her cherry, she might
have picked out something sexier to wear. As it was,
they didn't stay on much longer. She pushed her jeans
and panties down her legs. She already knew what she
was going to do. A friend of hers had once said that
if you dream about having sex with a man, that you
were going to do it whether you wanted to or not.

Ariana wanted to. She remembered the last time they
had sex - rough, raw, with her fighting a demonic
itch, fear and desire mingling together. This time,
there was no fear. She kicked off her garments,
placing one finger against her venus mound. Fluid
dripped down her thighs.

She licked her way back up Steve's body. His eyes
opened. It was so - so different. It was as if she was
raping him this time, overpowering his sensations. His
cock rubbed against her pussy lips, her nether hole
nipping at his length. His hips rocked upwards again,
the end of his cock knob fitting against the end of
her hole.

She wasn't thinking about the consequences, the
morality, or anything else. All she could think of was
the overwhelming sensation of his cock splitting her
open as she pushed back. The pleasure was almost too
much, exquisite to the point of pain as she paused to
relish the feeling. She had closed up in the last few
days, and she found she had to rock back and forth to
slowly push him into her.

Steve reached down, bringing her breasts up to his
lips. His mouth around her left nipple, the feeling
sending lightning bolts to her pussy. She pressed down
harder on his shaft, feeding more and more of it into
her body. There was no pain, just the delicious
rippling of his flesh against hers, her clit being
rubbed as he moved further inside of her. He kissed
her, his mouth on her nipple and lips driving her
crazy.

For a moment, she wondered how that was possible. Then
she felt his mouth on her other nipple at the same
time, and lost all thought as she pushed all the way
down, pressing their groins together.

Now his lips were on her clit, sucking at the hardened
nub. She lifted her hips in reflex, emptying several
inches of her cunt before letting herself drop back
down again. It was impossible - his lips all over her
breasts while he kissed her neck and his lips sucking
her clit while she rode his cock - and another set
playing with her ass, tickling her anus as she rode up
and down.

Ariana didn't care how or why this was happening. She
put her hands on the couch, her knees next to Steve's
as she lifted herself up and down, crying out at the
sensations. What if Richard could see her now - think
she was so cold anymore? Would he think so as she
bounced faster and faster, filling and emptying
herself at a dizzying pace? In the back of her mind
was a flash of fear - pregnancy, the police, of
lifting herself too high and landing wrong and
breaking this beautiful penis. But none of it mattered
for the moment.

Steve's breath came out in gasps as he fucked her
back, echoing her own moans. She could feel it coming.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh - " she groaned as her body started to
tense. The tongues over her body picked up speed,
trilling over her organs, prolonging the inevitable.
"Oh, god - " She threw her head back, her hair
striking her ass as her pussy clamped down. "Ahhhh - "
she cried, feeling her entire being collapse around
her clit, seizures racking her body. A second later
she felt the hot warmth as Steve's cock swelled,
spitting its contents into her fertile womb.

She gave one last gasp, then collapsed on top of her
lover. Sweat dripped down her breasts, pooling onto
his stomach and down onto his pubic hairs. Steve
kissed her on the shoulder, holding her tight. She
shivered as a cold air drifted over her back.

Steve's cock, still hard inside of her, shifted as he
pulled her back. He kissed her again, gently, sweetly
this time. He then held her tight, lifting himself off
the couch, his cock holding her up in the air.

He moved down the hallway, guessing the direction of
her bedroom (probably because it was the only room
with a bed in it). He lay her down, propping himself
on his forearms. He didn't move his pelvis, just
letting his hardness fill her to the brim.

"You all right?" he asked, kissing her once on the
lips.

"Mm-hm," she agreed. She lifted her legs, locking them
around his ass.

"Good," he said. He pulled out of her, a slow,
agonizing inch, then pressed back in. "We have some
things to talk about," he said, kissing her neck as he
pressed back in.

"What - what about?" she asked, feeling her hips
flutter in response.

It was the oddest conversation she had ever had. Mix
in the strange story - of some strange mental powers,
other girls that he had been screwing (and, much to
Ariana's surprise, she didn't mind this fact as much
as she thought she would - in fact, she felt like
meeting them), then mix in the slow, lazy sex that
made her shiver as she asked him questions. This was a
conversation you could never forget.

"So," he asked at last. "Why did you attack your
boyfriend like that?" His pace was still the same -
slowly push in, wait, slowly pull out, but she could
sense he was getting close. So was she. The build up
was slow, but she could feel her body approaching its
limits.

"I - I had to," she said. "I just felt like - like I
must help you out." She planted her feet flat on the
bed, arching as Steve slowly slid his entire length
into her. "Why didn't you hit him when he was smacking
you with the paper?"

Steve held the position for a moment, making small
circles with his pelvis. "I'm not sure," he said. He
pulled back out, one inch after another, until only
the head was left in. "I felt like I couldn't hit him
- almost like I wasn't allowed to hit him. Then, when
he hit you - " For a moment, his eyes flashed anger
again, and his cock slid quickly inside. Ariana gasped
at the sensation. She grasped his buttocks, holding
him in her, relishing the feeling.

"Well, I'm not sure I'm pleased at the turnout," she
said. She leaned her head back as he pulled out of
her, biting at her nipples. "I mean, one of a number
of girls your with, and I find out I'm now in love
with some X-man or something."

"Really?" Steve asked, a grin on his face. He slid
just one inch back and forth at the entrance of her
body. "You seem pretty happy enough right now," he
said. On inch in, one inch out.

"Oh, I am," she said. She reached down to pull him up,
but his sweat slickened body resisted grasping. "But -
damn it, don't tease me - "

Steve kept up the short strokes. "I didn't hear a
please from you," he said. In an inch, out an inch, in
an inch... 

"Please?" she pleaded. He responded by moving an
additional half inch into her, then pulling back to
his one inch position. "Please, Steve?"

"Please what?" he said. He was enjoying this game, and
to be honest, so was she.

"Pretty please," she said, pouting her lips. She was
rewarded with another inch. "With sugar," another
inch. "And my cherry on top?"

That was it. Steve shoved his whole cock inside of
her, making her squeal as their flesh slapped
together. They would pick up their conversations later
through the day, interrupted by their love making, and
once by dinner. But for now the only speeches were the
means of passion and the meetings of slickened flesh.


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