ŠE. Howe  2002
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Vanilla

She ran her hand down his chest to his penis, cupped his balls and stroked
his thigh.

"Mmmm."

He rolled a bit toward her, arced his opposite arm over her shoulder, and
pressed her body to his. They lay on their sides, facing one another. Her hand reversed
direction, up his thigh, lingered on his balls, and then firmly grasped his cock, and
felt it swell. She tugged on it, letting the skin slip forward with her palm over the
hardening inner core.

He drew her face to his, noted the little lines at the corners of her eyes.
Her eyes were closed, and she smiled like the Mona Lisa. He kissed her eyelids. Her smile
broadened, lips parting. He kissed them, barely brushing them. She tugged on his dick
again, pulling the skin over the head. She released and then brushed the underside
of his penis with a single fingernail, scraping lightly, then stroked his balls. She
kneaded them gently, feeling their weight and warmth in the palm of her hand.

He breathed against her mouth, and then flicked her lips with his tongue.
She mewled, a soft sound high in her throat. Her eyelids fluttered.

"Come with me, Wench."
"MmmWhere?"
"Shower, quick one."
"MmmOK."

She sat up, and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. She stood up, and
then sat back down. "Mmm. Jello legs."
Doc chuckled. "Come on, Wench, I'll help."
He slid over to her side, and wrapped her in his arms, lifted her and
carried her to the bathroom. He sat her on the counter, and then turned to the shower, and
turned it on. Then he helped her stand, and opened the shower door for her, and closed it
behind them.
The water was warm on her skin, soothing. She let it wash over her,
cleansing her. She
turned to let the spray hit her back, down over her ass, and legs. Doc
stood in front of
her, and she draped her arms over his shoulder for support. Her legs still
felt weak.

Doc reached for the bottle of liquid soap. He worked up a lather on his
hands, and then
slid them over Wench's back, over her ass, and then carefully he washed her
anus. She
arched her back, thrusting her ass toward his hands, and rested her face on
his chest. He
smiled. Once he was done, he reached for the shower head, and disconnected
it. It was
detachable, on a long hose, and he used it to rinse her carefully, feeling
to be sure he'd
gotten it all.

He then turned his attention to her vaginal area, lathering and rinsing it
as well, toying
with her clit with the suds. She was clearly aroused again, and was having
trouble
standing upright. Quickly, he washed himself, and noted that he was
semi-erect.

He dried her off, lingering over her breasts and ass. She felt lush in his
hands through the
towel. She said nothing, only making the occasional low hum of contentment
deep in her throat.

He guided her back to bed. He sat her on the edge of the bed, and then
smoothed the
sheets, looking for the wet spot. He then covered it with a towel, and lay
on it himself.

"I thought you said I would be sleeping on the wet spot...."
"Naw, Wench, you did good. I'll give you a reprieve tonight. Do you often
make such a
mess?"
"Occasionally, usually when..."
"Doing what we just did?"
"Yes. Just your hand...not the other."
"You could have warned me..."
"I had other things on my mind."
"There is that."
"Mmmm"
"Feel good?"
"Mmmmm!"
How about this?
*gasp*
"I'd guess so."

He slid down her body, replacing his hand with his mouth. She arched up to
him, and he
slid his hands under her ass, lifting her hips to his face, and licked her
clitoris gently.
She "mmm"'d again. Her thighs tightened, and he nibbled at it, and felt her
stiffen and
shudder. She became wetter. He persisted, and was rewarded with another of
her
orgasms. She cried out, that odd keening cry she gave.

He released her hips, and lay on top of her. She clung to him, wrapping her
legs around
him. He was hard again, and wanted her. Pulling away, he reached for he top
drawer of
the nightstand, and withdrew another condom. He put in on quickly, and then
positioned
himself between her legs. He entered her with one smooth motion, held and
watched her
reaction. He felt her vagina spasm briefly, and saw her roll her head back,
arching her
neck. She reached for him, and he lowered his body over hers, as she lifted
and opened
her leg further. She caught him around the hips, and pressed her heels
against his ass and
thighs.

He felt her breathing slowly, and matched his pace to that. As she moved
beneath him,
her breathing quickened, and so did his thrusting. Having orgasmed earlier,
he knew it
would be a while before it would happen again, and wanted to take his time.
He knew
she would be sore in the morning. He rather liked the idea of it. So he
didn't hold back
on thrusting, and he felt her rising in time to meet his thrusts with
enthusiasm.

Finally, he came. She held him tightly, feeling his body weight against
her, and arched to
accept it. He raised up, withdrew and asked if she needed one more. She
shook her head.
He removed the condom, wiped up quickly and lay beside her. He enfolded her
in his
arms and they fell asleep.

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