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sexual intercourse between consenting adults, non-consenting adults, adults
and children (both consensual and non-consensual).  If you are turned off
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--- The Guest

   He watched her out of the corner of his eye.  She was sexy, beautiful
and most frustrating of all, untouchable.  She was Tanya, his best friend's
wife.  She was going to be staying with him for the month as James was
going to be out of the country.  After dropping James at the airport they
had come back to his place.  She had quickly taken charge and his
bachelor's pad had quickly assumed a semblance of a home.  Initially it had
been strange to hear sounds of cooking in the kitchen as he sat and watched
a game on TV.  His offers for help had been quickly turned down.  She had
told him in no uncertain terms that she preferred to work alone and felt
that his presence in the kitchen was more a liability than an asset.

   The TV was placed very strategically, so all he had to do was lift his
gaze a bit from the screen and he could watch her working in the kitchen.
Since the light shone from the other side, it made her house gown
transparent.  He gazed at her fantastic figure, his eyes lingered and
learnt the curves of her breasts.  She wasn't wearing a bra and it only
served to make his penis very uncomfortable in his underwear.  Usually he
never wore underwear at home.  But today he was glad he did.  It would have
been very embarrassing to walk around with his dick forming a tent on his
shorts.

   From time to time she would look towards him, at those times he would
quickly turn his gaze back to the game and seem very intent on it.

   "Dinner's done.  I'll take a bath first and then we can eat.  Okay?"

   "Sure", he replied.

   He listened to her going into the bathroom and turning on the shower. 
He tried to fight the temptation but he wasn't strong enough.  He tiptoed
to the bathroom door and looked through the keyhole.  The shower was bang
opposite the door and he got a wonderful view of her wet, naked body.  He
watched the entire bath and while she dried herself.  After she put on her
clothes he left the keyhole and took his position on the sofa in front of
the TV.

   Dinner was wonderful as usual.  She was a superb cook and more
importantly took a lot of pleasure in her cooking.  He wished he had a wife
like her.  After dinner he lit up a smoke.  She cleaned up in the kitchen
and then joined him in front of the TV.

   "Did you like the show?" she asked him.

   "I was watching a game", he informed her.

   "I don't think I was playing in the shower", she replied.

   Ryan felt his blood run cold as he realized what she was referring to.

   "So, did you like what you saw?" she asked him again.

   "I...I...."

   "Wondering how I know?"

   He maintained his silence.

   "For one, I was expecting it.  I've noticed how you look at me.  I know
you are attracted to me.  I've noticed all the times you've tried to peek
down by blouse or just plain ogled."

   She smiled at him.

   "I didn't know", he said.

   "Would you have stopped if you did?  I don't think so."

   "I'm sorry."

   "For what?  I like the attention.  I like it when men notice me.  As a
matter of fact, when I got into the shower I was disappointed when I didn't
see your shadow under the door for the first few minutes.  I thought I'd
read you wrong."

   He shrugged.

   She began to unbutton her dress and then stood up.  Slowly she let it
fall to her feet.

   He gaped at her naked body.

   "Like it?"

   "I'd be crazy not to", he said.

   "Show me how much you like it", she said.

   He walked on his knees to her.  He reached out and stroked her pubic
hair.  She spread her legs.  His fingers slipped between her vaginal folds
and felt her wetness.  He lowered his head between her legs and stuck his
tongue out.  His nostrils were invaded by the smell of her sex.  His tongue
touched her and began to lap at her `grotto of love'.  She moaned her
appreciation and fell back on the sofa.  She lay on the sofa with her legs
hanging off, spread and inviting.  He crawled closer to her and buried his
tongue inside her.  He used his tongue like a penis, fucking her.  Her soft
moans got louder and louder.  Soon she was bucking her crotch against his
mouth and then in a shudder her thighs tightened around his head.  He kept
fucking her as her orgasm built up and cresendoed.  After she relaxed her
grip on his head he pulled away and took deep breaths of air.

   "Take me to your bed", she told him.

   He stood up and carried her to his bed.  He watched her naked, wanton
body as he undressed himself.  After he was naked, he got on the bed and
positioned himself between her thighs.  She reached out and guided his
penis to the entrance of her vagina.  He pushed and the entire length of
his manhood slipped into her wet, slick cunt.

   "Oh!  God!  Yes!" she called out as he reached deep into her.

   He began to ram into her.  Slowly at first, and then steadily building
up the tempo with each stroke.  She spread her thighs out so he could go
all the way.  They looked each other in the eye as he banged his aching
cock all the way into her.  Her lips kept forming `Yes' with each stroke.

   Her grunts got louder and louder.

   "Yes...Yes...Yes", she kept repeating.

   He pounded harder and deeper.  Soon he felt the constrictions of his
orgasm building.

   "I'm cumming", he told her.

   "Yes...Yes...Cum inside me...Yes...Yes...", she urged him.

   He began shooting forth streams of cum into her.  Her cunt muscles
gripped his penis and milked every drop of juice from it.  He kept pounding
her long after he was dry.  His penis just refused to go down.  She
realized that he had more and kissed him full in the mouth.

   "Yes baby, give me one more load", she urged him.

   He continued pounding her.

   "You know?  He never fucks me.  I'm lucky if I get it once a month. 
Will you fuck me everyday?" she asked him.

   "Yes", he told her as he pounded into her.

   "Fuck me in the morning, fucking me in the afternoon, fuck me in the
evening and fuck me through the night.  Will you fuck me?" she asked him
again.

   "Yes you slut, I will."

   "Yes, I am your slut.  I want your cum.  Give it to me", she screamed.

   Both of them were now thrashing against each other.  Every stroke of his
was matched by an upward thrust from her.  He felt his penis bury itself
deep inside her each time.

   "I'm cumming", she told him.

   He began pumping with renewed vigor and felt his orgasm build up too.

   Both of them grunted as they came together is a sweaty, energy-sapping
orgasm.  -- Comments, brickbats and praise are welcome at
bentspoon@excite.com
   
