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Subject: {ASSM} [deirdre Fest] <*>Spoof - "Surprise" [MF]
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Date: Sat, 15 Apr 2006 05:10:04 -0400
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Surprise, by Rajah Dodger <rdodger@hotmail.com>, Copyright
(c) 2006.  All rights reserved, except that electronic
not-for-profit reproduction rights only are explicitly
granted with the stipulation that this authorship and
permission note must remain attached.

It had been years since I saw John.  Now, sitting across
two steaming lattes, I was struck by how little he had
changed in appearance.  To think - shy John, a filmmaker! 
Training films, but even so.  He gave me his business card
- company name, phone, email address - and we agreed to
stay in touch more often.

His building was a bland concrete structure in the
industrial district.  The company name wasn't on the door,
but when I showed the receptionist his card she nodded,
almost approvingly.  "I thought I'd surprise John," I
whispered conspiratorially.

"We can arrange *that*," she said, and waved me to a side
door which she buzzed open for me.  Past that door was
chaos.  People with clipboards, hand-held cameras, rolling
racks of *lingerie*.  I stood with my mouth open until a
harried-looking businesswoman approached me.  "And you
are...?"  I told her I was there for John, and she nodded
knowingly.  "Of course you are.  They all are.  Well, come
along, we're behind schedule today."  She set a quick pace
and I didn't get to ask what her comment meant.

She led me into a dressing room.  "Shower *there*, gowns
*there*, don't take forever."  The shower was spartan but
the body wash was luxurious and made my skin tingle all
over; I had to remind myself not to dawdle.  When I got out
and looked at the short clingy gowns I had to giggle - John
would certainly be *surprised*.

As if waiting outside the door, the take-charge woman came
back in and led me through a maze of bustling activity. 
Nobody seemed to take notice of a barefoot woman with wet
hair in a clinging shortie robe.  She opened another door
and ushered me into a semidark room where she positioned me
lying on my stomach on a kind of low cushioned chaise.  The
head end was lower than the foot, and I could feel the back
of the silk sliding up to the bottoms of my cheeks.  I felt
*decadent*.

I started to ask a question, but the woman shushed me. 
"You'll spoil the *surprise*."  That made sense.

She left, and the room was quiet - although I had an odd
sense of motion behind the walls.  The silence was broken
by the sound of the door opening and closing, then a long
appreciative whistle.  I knew that whistle from long years
past.  I wondered if he liked what he was seeing, then
gentle hands flipped the gown up and a limber tongue
fluttered between my thighs and I knew he did.  His tongue
snaked up between my cheeks, a naughtiness I couldn't quite
resist.  I may have moaned.  Fingers slid between my
wetness and the chaise as the tongue rolled against my
bottom.  I *know* I moaned.

His tongue vanished, and I started to push myself back
against the void but was stopped by the quick slice of warm
flesh into my bottom, filling and stretching me as he
leaned forward to lie atop me.  His weight made my pussy
and mons rub needfully against the chaise, and I felt his
erection pulsing.  I couldn't stay silent.  "Oh, John!" I
cried out.

Everything stopped except the slow unceasing pulse of his
cock inside my bottom.  "Julia?"  That pulse became a
sudden rush, and I knew a man coming inside my ass for the
first time.  He collapsed atop me, hugging me tight and
rocking his hips into me.  His movements made my pelvis
grind against the chaise; I felt my own peak rushing at me.
 "Kiss me," I pleaded.

His voice scolded me gently.  "You're my sister - we
shouldn't even be doing *this*."  But his cock didn't stop
moving.  I *came*.

/// end /// Written 2 March 2006.



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