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very hot...do you have any more?..
thanks
On Wed, 29 Nov 2006 00:10:01 -0500, "jp_reply_jp"
<jp_reply_jp@hotmail.com> wrote:
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><1st attachment, "Gifted.txt" begin>
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>*WARNING* This story contains sexually explicit material. If sex disturbs
>you, or you are under the age of eighteen, do NOT read. I hold all rights
>(c) to this story *JP*
>
> Redistribution is permitted as long as the following criteria are met.
>1. The title is NOT changed in any way. 2. The story itself is NOT
>altered. 3. No fee (including personal information) is charged to view or
>download this articl
>
>e-mail: JP_Reply_JP@NOhotmailSPAM.com (Let me know what you think.)
>
>Gifted
>By JP
>Edited by PeeJ
>
>
>My drinks go down easily, I need them to calm my nerves, to
>quiet my inner voice tying to talk me out of it. The music is loud and I
>feel exposed in my short revealing skirt. My husband, Ron, sits calmly
>in his corner booth, sipping his drink and watching me.
>
> A man comes up to the bar where I'm sitting, asking me if I
>want to dance. Should I tell him what I really want, what my observer
>wants? I answer with a nod of my head, unable to say it.
>
> The large dance floor is crowded but there's safety in numbers.
>The old song they're playing reminds me of another place and time.
>My body takes over and moves to the music, the alcohol warming my
>blood.
>
> The band slides into another song, no pause or time to be asked
>we just keep dancing.
>
>I become aware of my partner: he's attractive and young, and
>the kind of man most girls would be proud to be seen with. His body
>moves with energy and grace and probably is a good fuck. 'I want to
>watch you dance seductively', Ron would say.
>
>He dances closer to me, touching me with his hands, I respond
>with the same. Our fingers meet in the middle and they interweave
>locking us together. I glance over at Ron; he smiles and raises his glass
>as if to make a toast.
>
>Another quick change of music and I'm in his arms. The slow
>grinding music lures me into the rhythm of sex. His hands on my
>lower back are not idle, they are always moving, making little circles
>dipping down to my ass then back up and waiting for my response.
>
>I respond in kind, only I leave them there and pull him close to
>me. There's no need to wait for his response, I can feel it pushing into
>my groin repeatedly as if we were already doing 'it.'
>
>My husband in the booth can see what I'm doing; my upper
>body leans back and I rub my pussy on my partners cock. He probably
>thinks he will score tonight -- maybe he will, it's up to the man in the
>booth.
>
>If I do let him fuck me I can hear him saying now, "I fucked
>this gorgeous blond last night," bragging to his friends, but in reality,
>I'm only pretty.
>
>It's break time for the band and for me as well. He follows me
>back to my seat, talking shit; I think he told me his name but who
>gives a fuck. His hand finds my knee and I let it stay; it moves further
>up my leg; I don't stop him. 'I want to see them feel you up, to treat you
>like the slut you're meant to be,' Ron said as he drilled me with his
>cock the night before.
>
> I look over to the booth and there's no one there, I excuse
>myself to go pee. We agreed if he wasn't there, we were to meet at the
>ladies room. When I see him there I can breathe again, what must he
>think of me? I go to him and he pushes me into a cubby where no one
>can see. He pins me against the wall, pulls out his dick, I pull my
>panties aside and he sticks it in. "Like this," he says. "Do him like
>this." He backs away and puts his cock back in his pants, I want more
>but first things first.
>
> My dancing friend is waiting for me, waiting to get lucky. "Just
>in time," he says. "The band is back."
>
> I drink my liquid courage and join him on the dance floor. He
>is up to his old tricks, touchy-touchy, feely-feely, and very predictable.
>
> We move around the floor dipping and grinding and whenever
>close, we grab. They slow it down and we come together, he gropes
>my tits and I squeeze his cock. Our lips come together, our tongues
>duel like wrestlers, one tying to pin the other.
>
> I focus on his eyes, my left hand, the one with my wedding
>ring, is in his right. Is now the time? No not yet, a true slut would give
>others a try, test them, tease them and choose the best. Without a word,
>I let go and walk back to the bar. He walks behind me like a dog
>following its owner, waging his tail and panting. "Not now," I say.
>"Maybe later if you're still around."
>
> Two other men try to get me on the dance floor and I refuse,
>the third getting my attention. He doesn't come on like the others, no
>facade, no bullshit, and most of all, no corny pick-up lines. He just
>offers his hand as if he knows I will take it, and I do.
>
> I look to see if Ron approves of my choice, he gives thumbs
>up. 'Dance with him like your going to fuck him,' he would say if I
>could hear.
>
> My new partner wastes no time; his hand is on my ass before
>the end of the first song, by the end of the second mine is on his. He
>steps over to the band and yells something at the bassist; he nods yes
>and the next song is slow.
>
> He wraps his arms around my waist as we start to move to the
>music, I pull him in close. His breath is hot on my neck as he places
>kisses on one side and then the other. He reaches between us and
>adjusts himself so the bulge of his dick fits nicely into my crotch. I
>open my legs to let him in as we emulate sex to the slow driving beat.
>
> From over his shoulder I look to Ron and he makes a gesture
>with his hand, the one that gives his approval. I understand what he
>wants, to take him 'there', to that little cubby and fuck him. 'Like this,
>do him like this.'
>
>"Follow me," I mouth, giving his cock an encouraging squeeze.
>I take his hand and pull him along walking past my first partner, then
>Ron and then straight to the cubby. I turn around and back inside
>persuading him to follow.
>
>Reaching under my skirt, I remove my panties and holed them
>under his nose. He takes them from me and shoves them into his
>pocket, a souvenir I suppose. I envision them hanging from his rear-
>view mirror.
>
>He kisses me while he grabs my ass with both hands,
>massaging and pulling each cheek away from the other letting them
>slap back. I unzip his pants and reach inside; his hard member about to
>bust out of its cramped space. I set it free and it comes to rest on the
>front of my skirt leaving a wet spot from his pre-cum.
>
>I lift up my skirt and use his dick as a lever to push him back
>enough to put the head of his penis at my slit. I wedge it between my
>lips wetting him with my juices. He pushes forward attempting to enter
>me but I have a firm grip and I'm not quite ready to cross that line.
>
> I remember the countless times Ron has begged me to fuck
>someone and now I am about to do it. This total stranger is going to
>stick his cock in me and I don't even want to know his name. He's just a
>toy, a dildo of sorts not to be taken seriously.
>
> My vulva caresses the unfamiliar penis at my entrance, I let it
>go and it plunges deep inside me causing me to moan in pleasure. I
>hold him still for a moment grieving or possibly savoring my loss of
>innocence, I am not sure which.
>
> We begin to fuck slowly, both moving our hips forward and
>back meeting in the middle. My cunt makes loud sucking noises as he
>backs all the way out then shoves it in hard making me grunt. I can
>feel the small lips of my pussy stretch and they pull the tip of my clit
>into contact with his shaft. We start breathing faster and I feel him
>swell up inside me, stretching me further than I ever remember with
>Ron.
>
>He moans and his face becomes convoluted, as if he is in
>excruciating pain. I feel the warm gush and additional lubricant of his
>ejaculate as he cums causing me to fall into the depths of my own
>orgasm. With a mind of their own, my legs and arms wrap around him
>and hold him in a steadfast grip not willing to end the erotic union.
>
> As our breathing slows and our body's relax we begin to fuck
>again, enjoying the afterglow of our sex. His dick begins to shrink and
>becomes flexible rather than rigid, causing it to bend instead of
>penetrate when he pushes forward. I reach down and hold his
>shriveling penis in my hand attempting to put it back in my messy hole
>but the moment has ended.
>
>I give him a last kiss, a peck really, and ask him to meet me
>back at the bar but I won't be there; it was easier to lie than explain. I
>see him enter the men's room and I take the opportunity to leave, his
>spunk running down my thigh as I walk.
>
>
>I see Ron in the back seat of the car and he leans over to unlock
>the door. A little cum leaks out of me as I sit and give him a hug. He
>wants to know everything and if I really fucked him. I place his hand
>under my skirt and tell him to check for himself. He sticks his finger in
>me making squishy noises and then leans down to kiss my thigh.
>
>Another kiss a little higher and I open my legs wide, inviting
>him in. He sucks in my Labia lightly chewing on them; his tongue
>enters my hole and fucks me like a small cock.
>
>When he's finished he sits up and kisses me deep and I can
>taste a hint of semen. He unsnaps his pants pushing them to the floor
>and pulls me onto his lap. He tells me how much he wants to fuck my
>used cunt and I assure him it was well fucked. I tell him how he
>shoved it in and filled me with his seed. How it was dripping down my
>leg as I left the bar.
>
>His cock penetrates me with ease and he comments about its
>looseness. I ask him if he likes it that way and his answer was a hard
>jab with his dick. The smell of sex rises from between my legs and
>enters my nostrils setting me on fire. I fucked him back but the cum
>inside me makes it hard to feel his cock, I try to shift forward and put
>pressure on my clit but my efforts go unrewarded. I decide to wait for
>mine and concentrate on Ron.
>
> "Come on Ron, fuck your slut of a wife. I was so nasty tonight;
>letting those men touch me and kiss me. I wanted them both you
>know, real bad. Would you have let me fuck both of them, because I
>would have you know?" Ron lets out a deep moan as I speak.
>
> "Do I feel real wet, hun, that's all his spunk you know, he filled
>me up good, squirting all his sperm inside me. Too bad I'm on the pill;
>I could have gotten knocked up for you. Would you like me to
>accidentally forget to take my pill tomorrow? Would you like that, I
>will if you want me to?" His moaning becomes louder and I can tell he
>is about to cum.
>
> "That's it baby, let it go. Shoot all your sperm in me, mix yours
>with his and let them fight over my womb."
>
> Ron stiffens underneath me as I fuck him and I feel my second
>warm gush of the night. The semen seeps out of my hole and my cunt
>makes particularly nasty noises as we thrust together.
>
>As we slow to a stop, I hold him close to my breast and asked
>him if he likes his gift. He grabs my face with both hands and kisses
>me on the lips and thanks me.
>
>"Happy Birthday Ron," I say as I lie back on the seats and
>spread my legs. "Now come over here and lick the icing off my cake!"
>
>End.
>
>
>I would like to take this opportunity to give a special thanks to PeeJ
>for his help and encouragement.
>
>JP
>
>
>
>
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