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From: ellem52@mail.com
Subject: {ASSM} Funeral
Date: Wed, 28 May 2003 16:10:04 -0400
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Funeral
ellem52@mail.com

MF

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Can you vote in the USA?  Does sex make you happy?  Got a good
grip on reality vs. fantasy?  If you answered YES to these
questions read on.
---

There really was no reason to get this dressed up she thought to
herself as she smoothed the top of the thigh high stocking on her
pale, freckled thigh.  She pulled her thin, black, calf skin
skirt down and made sure her staid blue shirt was neatly tucked
in without bunching up.  It was warm, but funeral parlors are
often cold.  Her bra would offer her nipples no warmth and they
would poke out atop her double D breasts.  With her dark red hair
pulled back in a loose pony tail her mid back hair would not
cover her cool air indicators.  She slipped her small feet into
the black leather pumps and she walked out of her door to go pay
her final respects.

She didn't really know the man who'd died but he was friend of
the family and she was obligated to go.  Sometimes she could find
a cousin or uncle to chat with during these things, but this one
might be light on the relatives since this person was only
friends with her parents.  This would hopefully be really quick.
In, sorry to hear of your loss, out.

As she walked into the funeral parlor she saw a man she
recognized.  He had been to her house for a barbeque or
something.  She thought he was OK looking but apparently he'd
been to a gym and a groomer since last time she saw him.  He
looked quite good in his black suit and new short hair cut.

He recognized her too.  Her name was Lara or something.  She had
a stacked body for such a small frame then and it looked like
she'd just gotten better looking.  He couldn't decide whether to
look at her mouth, red and shiny or her huge tits.  He stiffened
and noticed she'd seen the change in his pants.

She saw immediately the reaction her body had on his and although
it wasn't particularly cool her nipples were rock hard.  If only
she could remember his name.  She looked back at his straining
erection and went into the room to find her Father.

"Laura, you remember Matt don't you?"

If dad only knew what was stirring in his little girl he wouldn't
have reintroduced them.  They stood staring at one another and
were soon back outside the room as the first person rose to speak
on behalf of the deceased. 

"You look great Laura."

"You too Matt."

"I hope you won't think this is too forward but I don't want to
waste time here; want to go somewhere and fuck?"

"Yes."

They were in a basement Women's room and Laura's legs were spread
and Matt's head was between them bobbing as he sucked her sex. 
Masterfully manipulating her softest skin with his firm tongue. 
He pushed his thick tongue in between her folds and she came on
his face in an uncontrolled gush of her lubricant.  She shook
trying to pry his face from her dripping pussy.  He was taking
her body to places that scared her.  Her legs ached and her
tongue felt heavy in her mouth as she came again.  He hands
dropped to her sides as he pushed his hot tongue in her again. 
All her resistance was gone as she went limp after cumming again
within minutes of her last orgasm.

Laura's hips began the slow circular grind on his face completely
without her mind controlling them, as if it were instinct, some
deep animalistic reflex.  Matt pushed each index finger into her
slick slit and danced her clit around with the tip of his tongue.
 Occasionally slapping the fat part of his tongue over her sex
and humming, driving Laura crazy.  She knew a few more minutes of
this treatment and she would be a complete mess.  Although she'd
never really done it much it suddenly seemed imperative that she
heard herself saying, "I really want to suck you."

Although she needed to be on her knees her legs gave out and she
was sitting on the cold tile floor.   Matt looked at his
handiwork and pulled her up to her knees where he sprang his cock
out of his pants.  He was large and thick and she buried it in
her mouth hungrily.  She opened her mouth wider to accept him as
he eased deeply into her.  She gagged on him at first but soon it
became easy to take all of him.

Laura felt as if in a daze.  Her body was still weakened from the
orgasms but still aroused.  Her body was completely prepared for
sex.  Her pussy was completely wet, her body slick with
perspiration.  She was shaking as she sucked him into her waiting
for his explosion of cum. 

Matt was amazed by the incredible skill this gorgeous red head
had at fellatio.  She was amazing and he knew he wouldn't be able
to hold out much longer.  She looked drugged at she threw herself
onto him practically forcing him to cum.  He tensed up and yanked
himself out of her mouth.

"Oh God," he gasped, "not yet."

"We have to go back up."

"Nuh, nuh, no.  I need to fuck you."

"But," and she was suddenly spun around looking at the mirror as
he pulled her leather mini up again and impaled her with his
soaked cock.  He reached her deepest spot immediately, no
friction to slow his thrust.  He clutched her luscious hips and
pulled her into him as he pushed himself into her.

It was stunning.  Each thrust slamming into her, hitting the back
of her over sexed cunt.  She gasped with each thrust.  He was
getting deeper, rougher.  He grabbed and squeezed her huge
swaying breasts, crushing them together.

Laura looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes wild, her mouth
biting her lips or groaning agape.  Her entire body lurching
forward with his weight pushing her.  His cock nearly visible
inside her.  He closed his legs trapping her feet inside his
while he slammed recklessly inside her.  She could feel him
losing rhythm, himself inside her.  He pulled her up so that she
was pressed up against his chest; he was crushing her tits as he
yelled aloud cumming inside of her, his thick blast burning
inside her.  The hot salty liquid mixing in the torn flesh of her
battered vagina.

He collapsed on top of her.  The two of them lay on the sink, her
feet dangling as his softening cock remained inside of her. 
Still pumping his semen into her.  He grabbed her head roughly
and kissed her deeply.  They tasted themselves and each other. 
He pulled out and they continued kissing.

She stepped away from him trying to regain her composure as he
wiped himself clean, while she did the same.  Her ass felt
bruised from the vigorous fucking she'd just taken.  She fixed
herself and he kissed her again.  This kiss was not the angry,
triumphant, dominating kiss he'd just assaulted her with a moment
ago.  This was a loving kiss that energized her.

"We need to do this again."

"Yeah, next time maybe in a bed."

"Mmm, that would be nice."

They went back up the stairs, her legs still wobbly.  Several
people noted them and thought that they'd taken the loss pretty
hard.  

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