His Practical Joke
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The water in the glass, next to the bed, was the first warning sign. Like every other night though, she was fast asleep and didn’t see it. The thumping of the short bedpost was the first conscience thing she recognized. With a huff, she slammed over on her side and tried to go back to sleep. This happened every other night in the last 3 months, like clockwork, but still she tried and failed. They were at it again, the fucking perverts.
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Rosie had no idea who these neighbors downstairs were. The building was like a vertical set of neighborhoods. No one knew anyone from another floor. That's just the way it was. Rosie, however, was thinking that just might need to change soon, because they were at it again.
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Every other night, with the exception of a few days around the 12th of the month, the neighbors downstairs would fuck like wild, steroid using rabbits. Rosie punched her pillow in frustration and fought back a scream. It just wasn't fair.
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Downstairs the circus was in town again. The springs screeched like 100-year-old hinges in a hurricane. The short leg of the bed banged like some sort of automatic hammer gone wild. It had to be a short leg, she was sure. If that was a headboard, the poor girl would be brain damaged. Of that Rosie was positive. Then the screaming began.
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Rosie fought tears. It just wasn't fair. Not that the happy couple could have known her situation, but God did, and He did nothing to stop it. Rosie bit her lip and clutched the sheets up tight, he knuckles white with strain. The problem for the poor 28 year old 'born again' was her church's ban on unmarried sex….of any kind. Sure it had sounded like a good deal when she first came out of rehab and joined the small parish. Two years had gone by quickly. Her sores healed. Her mind was clear for the first time since childhood, and she had escaped life as a 'working girl' without 'the HIV'. She was truly blessed, she reminded herself. But now? Now it was killing her. She could feel herself getting moist and bit harder on her lips to make it stop.
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Though she had never met then, the little Latina could see them in her mind. She had to be a light skinned black girl in her early twenties, judging by the tone of her voice. Rosie could see her bent over on all fours, her big black ass spread wide open. Her dark, furry pink hole was open wide, in Rosie's mind, and she was jealous. Rosie's hand inched across her bare thigh, but she caught it in time and returned it to the top of the sheet.
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'He' was another matter. The man made very little sound, but enough to know he was a man. Rosie imagined he was a short, stocky Italian. He had a big barrel chest and was covered in black hair, like some sort of gorilla. Her thighs twitched as she saw him in her mind again. His cock was a thing of beauty, long and fat, with a bulging purple head. She wasn't quick enough to keep her fingers from tweaking her stiff nipple through her summer nighty. The squeaking and banging went on.
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She could see them, in her mind, sideways across the bed. 'She' was face down in a pool of blankets, slapping her hand on the mattress as he plowed her thighs open wider. She was sweating in the heat and calling him filthy names. Rosie's leg twitched from hip to toe. She swallowed hard and tried to remember what the pastor said about temptation, but all she could see was that lovely cock slathered in the bitch's juices. She could see every stroke, and watch every inch drive into that whore. God she was jealous, and sooo horny. This time she ignored the fingers that slipped past the hem of her shift. It felt like seeing an old friend.
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He had her bent in half now, Rosie was sure. He had those fat thighs spread wide, the pink oval open and oozing on his tool. She was face up now, getting slammed in the cooze and having her nipples bitten with an animal passion. Rosie's fingers were stroking through her pubic thatch now. They were slowly zeroing in on the target with the stealth of ninjas. The poor thing tried hard not to notice, lest she be guilty of sin. Sin never felt so good before.
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He had it in her big fat ass now, and the slut loved it. Rosie could tell because the sounds stopped for a minute, then the screaming got louder. Rosie had loved getting it in her own ass, when she was on the street. It was so much safer and more satisfying. She would give that away at half the price of the pussy, and felt it worth every penny she lost on it. This Italian had a cock just made for a juicy ass like hers, and that black cunt downstairs.
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Rosie had lost the battle in her bed. The insurgents had found the secret hiding place where she kept her frustrated clit. They were using the most brutal interrogation tactics, making her frig herself like a horny twelve year old again. She remembered those days fondly, with a sinful smile and a heartfelt sigh of passion. Rosie hadn't even noticed the circus had finished downstairs.
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She had noticed, though, that she could only fit one finger inside herself with comfort. Apparently there was something to this abstinence thing after all, but that thought faded when her hips remembered how to buck against her invading finger. Rosie's whole body shuddered with the first tremors of a mind warping orgasm.
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Two years of frustration, tears and redemption welled up in the pit of Rosie's stomach, fighting it's way out of her body. Her fingers were a blur beneath the thin sheet. Had she been paying attention, she might have worried about starting a fire with the old thin cotton, but that was the furthest thing from her mind. All she saw was the black girl's pussy resting on her chin as she tried to steal licks of the Italian's cock when it entered the Nubian's dripping hole. The walls ripped from the room then and the universe flooded in, colors were audible and flavors visible.
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Rosie screamed, ashamed of her sins and felt dirty. She wept in frustration until the sleep had returned to her eyes. Her dreams were the dirtiest things a junkie hooker could dream. God smiled sadly as she slept her fitful sleep. With His infinite compassion, he kissed another orgasm into her while she slept, amazed that humans were so blind as to believe in the words of preachers. Then He replaced the ripped walls and put the colors and flavors back in order, until all was right with the world again.
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