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                Fragment from Love Scene, by Crain


     Her lips were against his cheek and he felt her breath at his side. She had
a firm, round bottom and he traced his hand across it, occasionally exploring her rectum
and vagina, making her wet as his fingers stayed longer inside of her.  He tasted his
fingers with her scent on them, then touched her lips, top first and then the bottom one,
and putting his face full in front of hers kissed her long, deeply loving her.  He felt her
breasts with the fullness of his palm and squeezed, almost roughly, then released each
breast.  "Like that?," she purred.  His need overreaching as he entered her and she, also
a believer, seeking him, drawing him to his place in her.  She blessed him with her love
moans, the soft sounds of her lips, asking to have him, to possess him, dominate him for
that long instant of reacquaintance where she knew he belonged, whispering "Do you love
me, honey?  Suck my breasts... Oh that's it... yes baby suck it suck it..."   

     She kicked at the sheets covering her legs and thrust her pelvis to him,
moving so deliciously that he almost lost it right then and there.  He withdrew from her and
kneeled upright, then moved toward her, his stiff cock in his hand and gently put it into her
mouth. "I love it when you suck cock beautiful, will you please please suck my cock?" 
"Come her, lover", she said as accommodated him and took it in to its full length, sucking
loudly between hot breaths which he felt against his balls.  He moved his cock in and out
of her mouth, fucking it slowly, looking into her wide smiling eyes.  At times, she lingered
on his cock, licking it the round crown, almost ignoring him.  Going down between his legs,
she turned upward and placed each of his balls her open mouth, smelling him and playing
her tongue over them.   

     "Turn over," she then said urgently, grabbing her vibrator from beneath the
bedstand, she took some hand cream and rubbed it on his asshole, and after anointing
both cheeks with a kiss, slowly began to work the vibrator into his ass.  He began to feel
dizzy as she started to talk to him.  She was the good and evil angel all in one.  Working
the vibrator in and out of him, turning up the speed as she became engrossed in her
words.  Here was the fiction which she had to weave into every sexual act, growing out of
a need to replace a lost innocence.  

     "Now, you were wondering what I used to do to meet men when I was
working at the diner before you met me.  You know, sometimes, a nice looking guy would
come in with his girlfriend or wife, and I would take the order looking straight into his eyes,
like I was a lovestruck schoolgirl, eyes only for him.  If the lady went to the rest room, I
would sometimes have an opportunity to speak to him alone.  I would lean over so that he
could smell me, and I would come right out and say that I was feeling tired and horny and
I would ask what he was doing, suggesting that if he could get away we could meet when
I got off work at eight a.m. cause I was working the overnight on Tuesdays and Thursdays. 
I would tell him that my place was not far away.  Usually the guy would be thunderstruck
and would just stare, blush or apologetically lie, telling me that he couldn't make it, even
though he wished he could.  But occasionally, I'd get someone who was just ripe for it and
he wouldn't say a word.  He would just nod O.K.  He would be waiting in his car and then
he'd follow me to my place.   There would be some small talk.  Then I would slowly begin
to take my blouse off.  I would begin walking around the table he was sitting at,
nonchalantly with my blouse open in front, then I'd slip my bra off, still wearing the shirt." 

     He turned over to look at her, imagining her with her skirt on, her firm breasts
peeking through the blouse, nipples blossoming erect.  She persisted, even as he reached
for her.    

     "While he was talking his I would interrupt him with small talk, all the while
insinuating that he was an asshole for leaving his girl home alone.  But I'd go in and out
of the room, acknowledging him with a little smile, asking him things about her.  Then I'd
ask what she would think if she knew he was with me.  That stopped the small talk.  I'd
walk over to him and ask him point blank if he liked to suck pussy.  By that time my shirt
was off and I was showing him my legs by taking my stockings off in from of him.  If he
didn't say anything, I'd ask him again.  'Hey, Bobby, do you like to suck pussy and kiss
ass?' and I would sit on my kitchen table in front of him looking him straight in the eyes. 
I opened my legs slowly and took his head by the hair and pulled him to my pussy and lay
down on the table, all the while controlling his head with my hands, telling him to use his
tongue this way and that.  'Stick your fingers in my pussy down near my asshole.  Turn
them around now and stroke the underside of my cunt, inside near my clit.  Not so hard,
baby.  Nice and slow.'"  

     She was entranced, Tireseus as a woman.  He put his hands around her
throat.  But she gave him a little slap, which was more serious than playful, to disabuse
him of any notion of stopping her.  He looked at her in awe, worshipping her with his eyes.

     She continued without a pause, "'I like a man with a slow hand,' I began to
sing, and he was getting into it be that time, grinding his cock against my legs, grabbing
for my ass.  Lifting my legs higher, I asked him to lick my asshole around, around, around,
around, 'I like a man with an easy touch.'  Then I told him to lift me in his arms and carry
me to my bedroom.  I always remembered to sprinkle perfume on the bed so that we were
greeted by the seductive scents and after putting me on the bed I told him I wanted to see
all of him.  He'd usually rip his clothes off in nothing flat.  But I'd tell him to stand up away
from the bed.  I'd kneel up on the bed and take my hair in my hands and place it up on top
of my head so that my breasts were raised to show off.  I'd begin to move my hips slowly
around, singing 'I like a man with a slow hand.'  I told him I wanted him to see him jerk
himself off while I sang.  And as he did it I crawled to him and began to suck him down,
humming my little song.  Oh man did he like that.  And I'd take little nibbles of him between
sucking, sometimes biting him hard so he'd cry out 'it hurts what are you doing to me?' I'd
tell him I was his queen of hearts and he was under my command.  I pushed him down on
the bed and sat on his face, moving my pussy over his nose so he almost couldn't breathe
and lean backwards to jerk him off.  Then deliberately, I'd slip him into me and ride him
cowgirl style, crying 'yippie yahoo', which brought him to the point of coming.  
 
     "Turning around and laying back on top of him with my back to his chest.  I
put him inside me and told to fuck me nice and slow.  I could feel him slide in and out of
me, long strokes that seemed to take forever.  And after I got my fill, I kneeled down doggy
style and let him put him cock up my ass and told him to pump for all he was worth."  

     And with that she took the vibrator and jammed it in and out of him until he
felt like he was shot from a cannon, coming and crying out, "you fucking cunt, you fucking
cunt" over and over again.  It was then that it occurred to him again, and it was the same
thought that he had when he first had met her. He could never live without her and, still, 
he would never be able to possess her or have her in any real sense.  She was beyond
his control, beyond the control of any man.  And he resented her for it as much as he loved
her.