age-[L-30]---part-1 thru 2-of-3

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Coming of Age

Part-1-of-3

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Having reached the safety of middle age, I have discovered what the young will eventually learn. It matters little what others think of you, rather, ’Have you become comfortable with who you are?’

Fifteen years ago I would never have had the nerve to put into words the truth about my sexual history. While most erotica is the result of an active imagination working together with long hidden desires, mine is a recounting of some of my more memorable experiences. I have changed the names of those involved, not from a desire to hide the truth, more to protect the privacy of those who have shared some of the most intimate and memorable experiences with me.
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My writing is not nearly as graphic as is much that I've read. I find as a woman I'm more enlivened by the build up to intimacy than the sexual act itself. My apologies to those that find my reminiscences dry or boring, it's just me.
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Like many young girls, I was 14-years old when had my first ‘Big O.’ and like just as many little girls; it was with the help of my ever-faithful companion, my right hand. "So that's what all the hubbub was about,” I thought when the tremors passed. From that day forward little else invaded my mind other than the magnificent mind numbing sensations that emanated from between my legs. Today I often chuckle at the comments of others. To me there are only 2 kinds of women, those that admit they masturbate regularly and, liars. As a teenager, I couldn't keep my hands out of my panties, which lead me to events that would forever help me define myself.
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I grew up a Navy brat, in Charleston, SC. For those unfamiliar with military life, it is a close-knit community. Support from friends that know exactly what you are going through is available around the clock.
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It is a known fact that ships come and go continuously; and along with them go the husbands, fathers, lovers and friends that keep them all running. The arrival of a ship is a joyous occasion, reuniting families and loved ones. At the same time there is a quiet ‘reshuffling’ in order for parents to enjoy some private time. Unknown to me I had become a part of the ‘reshuffling,’ and that's how my discovery came about.
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About the same time I discovered masturbation, I began receiving invitations to baby-sit for others. I slowly began to understand how well organized the ‘support’ groups actually were. While a ship is at sea, the wives have a regular weekly get-together, usually on Friday or Saturday evenings. There they exchange news, tips, bargains and the ever-popular advice about the plumber or mechanic that won't rip you off should you require their services.
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By the age of 15, I had several ladies I baby-sat for, but Hudson was by far my favorite. Around her it was just fine to be me, no prying inquisitions, no strange looks, no half answered questions. Hudson was the first adult that treated me as a peer rather than a child; I savored my talks with her.
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It was the spring of my 15th year, an otherwise normal Friday evening. I'd been invited to watch Hudson's 1-year old girl, Lorie, while she went to the weekly ‘Wives Meeting.’ With schoolbooks in hand I arrived at about 5:30, long before the 7 o'clock requirement, allowing time for any last minute instructions she might have before leaving. And to ensure she could finish getting ready without the demands that a toddler continually makes of a mothers time. Hudson’s instructions were short, little different than ever before, delivered during the final stages of getting dressed.
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God, how I envied her, I was a late bloomer, and although I sported a lush growth of curly auburn hair on my pubic mound, my breasts were another story. For over a year they had been developing at about the same pace as a snail out for a Sunday stroll. With the ever present itching and aching that girls the world over have come to accept, my breasts seemed determined to take their sweet time announcing to the world that I was becoming a woman. Not so with Hudson, I had discovered that she had a variety of C and D cup bras to restrain the magnificent pair that I secretly wished I would soon be able to match. Until then, I could only wait and content myself with the knowledge that my ‘almost B's’ adored all the attention I could give them.
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After her departure, I gathered the pillows from the bedroom and set them on the floor in the living room, I was always afraid of bumps and bruises on ‘my watch,’ since young Lorie was learning to walk while holding onto any number of pieces of furniture. I had learned to keep a watchful eye on her meanderings, always ready to toss a pillow between her and any menacing obstructions that she might tumble near. Just like clockwork, by 8 o'clock she had settled down with the ever-present thumb in her mouth. It was time for her last feeding, before she fades off to that world where the mind takes us in our sleep, where all is safe and wonderful.
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Hudson nursed, so thusly had several 'self prepared’ bottles in the refrigerator. After warming one I returned to the living room and gently propped the bottle alongside Lorie with the same pillows that I had earlier used as her safety cushions. If the truth were known I had, on a couple of occasions, sampled the milk left over in the bottles after she was done. I found it to be an almost indescribable taste, sweet with just a hint of tartness to it and although not as thick as the milk you get from the store, but it had a much fuller flavor.
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I had, many times, watched as Hudson nursed Lorie and wondered at the gentle half smile that appeared as she gave of herself so willingly. I had also secretly made an attempt to mimic her nursing; Lorie had once been offered my diminutive buds in an attempt to discover the sensations her mother had so obviously enjoyed. My first attempt was crude because Lorie had little interest, until I dipped a finger into her bottle and spread a little of her mother's milk on my nipple. Whether she could see the milk or if she could smell it, I honestly don't know but I did discover the joyous sensations to be found when a mouth engulfs you. Without a continual milk supply to reward her, Lorie had quickly become disenchanted with my futile effort but I had discovered that the itching and aching vanished with a mouth firmly wrapped around my nipple, awakening sensations that had lead to other regions.
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As I watched Lorie’s dainty little mouth slowly working the nipple of the bottle, I dreamily envisioned that same mouth at my breast, gently massaging me to tender erotic awakenings. Naturally, I let my fingers do the walking as my hand gently slid beneath my sweater in an ascent to the buds that craved further attention. Amongst the tender tweaks, caresses and often, not so gentle kneading I slowly ascended towards that heavenly place we all know. The place where the body feeds the mind and the mind feeds the body, gently warming to where the insistence of the body takes on a mind of it's own.
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Remembering my responsibilities, I discovered that Lorie had drifted into dreamland also; although I doubt her dreams were as interesting as mine had been. Torn between responsibility and desire, I slowly arose to gather this darling little bundle and carry her off to bed. Having assured myself that all was well, Lorie tucked safely in her bed, door half open to shield her from any stray light yet open to ensure any sound emanating from her room would not go unnoticed. I finally settled back on the couch to delve into what little homework I had brought along.
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Yeah right, after 20-minutes attempting to decipher the otherwise simple mysteries of algebra, I realized that my mind and body had other, more urgent, problems that needed to be addressed. What I had started over a half hour ago begged for consummation. Leaning back, I closed my eyes and let my mind drift, back to the warm glow that I knew would eventually lead to the most wonderful sensations I had ever known. Again my hand found its way under my sweater, this time pushing my bra up to ensure a less restricted access to the two mounds that had started it all.
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It wasn't long before more tender regions begun weeping, announcing their desire for attention. Ever mindful that it's easier to straighten a skirt than to pull up your panties, I removed my panties and dropped them on the floor, safe in the knowledge that I was on my own for several more hours.
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I loved the silky feel of my feminine folds, slick with the juices that came with the arousal of my passion. I have no idea how long I played, savoring the sensations that one by one crept in, gently building towards the joy that I knew was yet to come. I know I had surpassed that point where the mind blocks out all else and simply relishes the moment, I know because the next thing I heard was, "OH MY!"
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Coming of Age

Part-2-of-3

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Instantly I snapped from my self-indulgent revelry, I opened my eyes to find Hudson standing in the doorway eyes wide in disbelief at the sight of her babysitter with one hand on her breast and the other fumbling between her wide spread legs. My fate laid before me, the woman that I admired and respected, she who had shown me understanding and consideration was now looking at me in shock. I was on display much like the ‘little tramps’ I had been warned about.
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Shame and sorrow suddenly flooded through me, tears flowed down my cheeks as I straightened my clothes. I looked at her and offered a tearful apology, assuring her that it would never happen again. I also implored her not to tell my mother, whom I knew would launch into a lecture about all the tramps and sluts of the world and how I was well on my way to becoming one in the same. At this point Hudson surprised me. While I anticipated her yelling and screaming that I couldn't be trusted or that I had destroyed our friendship, I was totally unprepared for her response.
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As I half looked at her through tear filled eyes, her whole being seemed to soften and a gentle smile appeared. She bent slowly and picked up the pillows, in doing so she said she was going to check on the baby and change her own clothes, that she'd be back in 15-minutes so we could talk.

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Looking back now, at something that occurred over 20-years ago, I half suspect those 15-minutes were left open so that I might conclude what had so abruptly been interrupted. Believe me, at that moment, that was the last thing on my mind. I gathered my books in a pile on the coffee table, located my panties on the floor and quickly stuffed them in my purse and sat hands folded in my lap for what I knew was going to be the most difficult ‘talk’ of my life.
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True to her word, 15-minutes later Hudson returned, much to my dismay she was smiling as she laid $5 on top of my schoolbooks. She then silently went to the kitchen, quickly returning with two sodas one of which she offered to me as if nothing had ever happened. I was bewildered, what I anticipated was a severe scolding and a lecture at the very least, what I received instead was the same caring and consideration I had always known.
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As more a peace offering than anything else, I picked up the money from the table and held it out to her, explaining that it wouldn't be right to accept it. With the warmest of smiles she reached out to me and rather than taking the money back she simply pushed the bills into my hand saying, "That's absurd, you earned it, you keep it."

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With that, a quizzical look crossed her face as if some unspoken question lay at the threshold daring to spill forth. Finally Madison asked me if I trusted her. "Of course," I responded, unsure of where this was leading. She then informed me that she needed to make a phone call, that it was imperative that I make absolutely no noise whatsoever while she was on the phone. She then assured me that she would never do anything to hurt me in any way.
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It was about 15-seconds into that phone call when I realized that the call was to my mother, I wanted to scream and run out the door. A doctor will tell you that your heart beats steadily from before you are born until your final breath. Liars, I am certain my heart stopped beating. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't even move with the certainty that my greatest fears would be realized with the passing of the next few words between them. Instead I heard Madison's soft melodic voice telling my mom that all was well, that she had just returned home to find me asleep on the couch with my books open on the coffee table. She then asked if it would be all right if I spent the night because she would enjoy having someone to talk to in the morning. Knowing what I know now would have helped me understand my mother's enthusiastic response. Mom, no doubt had visions of uninterrupted ‘private time’ of her own dancing in her head.

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When the phone call ended, Madison returned to the couch with me and reaffirmed, "I told you I would never do anything to hurt you, now do you feel better?"
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Relief at her words simply poured out of me as another cascade of tears streamed down my cheeks. She had shown me more love and understanding than I could consume and chosen not to deliver what I undoubtedly deserved. As I bowed my head, partly to hide the tears and partly in shame for my indiscretion, she reached forth and tenderly wiped a tear from my cheek, "Whatever has happened can't be all that bad, let's dry those eyes and see if we can get to the bottom of all this."
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With that the truth began to flow out of me like a river that's been dammed up too long. I began explaining about my concerns that I seemed to lag behind so many of my classmates in my development, how I envied the fullness of the curves she carried so well. I admitted to having sampled the remains of Lorie's bottle and even about my awkward attempt to mimic her nursing and finally, once again, apologizing for the scene she had witnessed on her arrival home. A soft chuckle seeped from her continuous smile as she proclaimed, "Sounds perfectly normal to me." Was I hearing her right, did she not understand? I had just divulged my greatest fears, my most dreaded weakness, the ‘naughtiest’ of indiscretions and my most shameful behavior, and she thought it was normal?
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For the longest time, I listened, as Madison explained how my every thought and every act were undoubtedly repeated thousands of times a day all over the world. Young girls caught in temporary limbo between childhood and womanhood shared the exact same fears, concerns, curiosities and desires as I did. As far as fanning the flames that resided between my legs, "Relax, everyone does it." My little secret wasn't a secret after all? Madison firmly proclaimed that every one of my classmates did it, my mother did it, and even she did it far more than anyone imagined.
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Explaining that she had something to do she went to the kitchen and quickly returned with what appeared to be a clear funnel with an equally clear plastic tube attached. This was unlike anything I had ever seen and wondered what purpose it must serve. That question was answered when she unbuttoned her blouse and opened her bra, revealing a breast whose nipple was almost instantly adorned with little white pearls that melted together and slowly created a little stream that began finding it's way towards her chest. The funnel was soon held against her breast and she began to squeeze a section of the tube with her free hand. I was fascinated as a steady stream erupted from her making it's way down the tube and into a jar that was firmly attached to the other end. After about ten minutes she informed me that this wasn't near as good as she felt when feeding her daughter, but it was something that needed to be done. Moments later she removed the funnel and bared her other side to my view. Hesitating only momentarily, Madison offered me the funnel and invited me to drain her remaining breast. There was no hesitancy on my part; I was enthralled with the intimate moments I was witness to. I had become a part of what women the world over knew and understood. I was being welcomed into womanhood.
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After a few minutes of this Madison lifted her hand holding the nearly empty bottle I had earlier used to feed her daughter. As she held the bottle she turned to me and asked, "Can you keep a secret?" My response in the affirmative brought a wink, "From her reaction, Lorie assures me she prefers her milk fresh from the tap. How about you?" Caught up in the moment I was thrilled at the opportunity to share so tender a moment with her. Never once letting my eyes leave hers, I slowly brought my mouth to where the funnel had so recently been.
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As I gently suckled her breast I saw her eyes close and that gentle half smile slowly appeared. Now I understood why ‘fresh from the tap’ was better, not only did the feel of the real thing add a comforting new element but the faintly tart taste was missing too. I knew I was doing something right when Madison assumed the same expression she had when nursing her daughter. I was in heaven, but alas, it ended too soon as evidenced by a slowing of the flow and a subtle change in the taste of her milk.
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As we disengaged, Madison reassembled her clothing and collected the things that we’d used to collect some future meal for her daughter. As I watched her walk to the kitchen, I became aware of feelings I had never before imagined. With Madison I felt a closeness that was nearly impossible to describe, at the same time there was emptiness at her leaving. Although she was little more than 15-feet away, I missed her, I missed her touch, and I wanted her at my side again.
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Returning, Madison sat down beside me, but closer this time. Tenderly, she reached out and drew me to her as we shared a hug. Finally she kissed me on the cheek and whispered, "So much for curiosity, didn't hurt a thing, did it?" Setting back on the couch she propped her feet up on the coffee table as I cuddled up close at her side resting my head on her shoulder. This was absolutely divine, I felt a slow melting as if I had become a part of my surroundings, everything was peaceful, and I was safe with Madison at my side.
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How long we sat like this I neither remember nor care, it could have …

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To be continued…

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true love----part-1-of-1

True Love

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When I got home, there was a note on the fridge saying you’d already headed over to our favorite club. The one around the corner where you and I like to spend an evening or two each week, listening to music, hanging with friends, sometimes enjoying a glass of ice-laden wine, simply spending time together out of the house. When I got there and walked through the door, my eyes swept the room like the magnetic needle in a compass, spotting you almost immediately, my angel. You were having an animated conversation with someone, arms gesturing, body language telling the story as much as your words. I thought I could faintly hear your laughter all the way from here. My heart fluttered in my chest to see you. It always does that. You are in the very core of my being and seeing you connects all the points at once leaving me, often, breathless for a moment. It’s a feeling I like very much.
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I worked my way across the room, saying hello to this person and that friend along the way, but always moving toward you, watching you. I noticed as soon as I came in that you are wearing a very cute butt high cut off denim micro-mini skirt, short skirt, with a skimpy little black tank top with a Playboy logo on the front that’s cut short exposing your firm flat belly, with just a little lace at the neck. It’s too cold to be barefoot this time of year, so your long shapely dancers legs end in a very sexy pair of black high-heeled shoes. I know most women wouldn’t be caught dead wearing a slutty outfit like that in public and probably a lot of partners wouldn’t feel comfortable escorting her around dressed like that either, but I absolutely love and am proud she loves dressing slutty all the time.
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I come up behind you just as the person you were talking with turns to leave. I gently take hold of your shoulders and lay a soft warm kiss on the back of your neck, moaning softly as I do. You, without looking, lean back into me with a soft sexy groan of your own. I love that about you, you always know it’s me. “Hey baby,” I whisper into your ear, almost able to hear your face light up in a broad smile. My arms snake around you in a your-back-to-my-front-hug and I can feel your hands reach back to slide into my pockets, fingers clawing gently against the fabric, against my thighs, sending a shiver of pleasure up my spine.
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I’ve been working a lot recently and we haven’t been able to spend the kind of time together we usually do, so it was really, really nice to be here like this, knowing that we had the whole weekend without interruption. In an unspoken gesture we clasp hands. I love holding your hand and you know it. Then we walk around the room as a couple, saying little hellos to those we encounter, dancing a little, smiling with the knowledge that there is no rush only the natural urgency we both always feel around one another, moving inexorably toward our favorite spot, that sofa just around the corner, in the shadows, just beyond the draperies, apart from everyone else.
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We sit, my arm along the back just behind you, and I lean in to kiss your sweet lips, my other hand gently stroking your cheek. Our kiss evolves into another, and still another, your arms pulling me closer to you. Our lips pressing together, ever harder, my tongue tip sliding over your lips, moving between them to find the tip of your tongue waiting for me. Our lips opening slightly wider as our kiss deepens, becoming a searching venture, plunging me into that warm place I love to be, sinking into the moment, hearts pounding, feeling as though I am falling into you.
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Without knowing exactly how it happens, we do a slow motion fall and end up lying on the sofa, me on my back, you lying on top of me, our mouths continue searching, probing, and loving each other. Our kiss turning us both on, our passions rising, thank god for the shadows, the drapes, and our understanding friends leaving us alone tonight. Our mouths briefly separate, our eyes smiling into each other’s, our hands wrapped around each other’s bodies with the desperation of lovers wanting more. Rolling over so you’re on your back, I softly kiss your face, my fingertip stroking your hairline, looking at you, absorbing the fine details of your features, your skin, your hair burning them deeper into my mind the loving image of who you are, then kissing you again. I tenderly kiss your eyelids, tongue tracing the line of your brow and down over your beautiful lashes, kissing your nose, your lips, chin, and down to your neck. Lavishing attention over the soft parts at the base of your neck, the sides and up under your ear. Lips and tongue swirling in small circles. Taking your earlobe into my warm, wet mouth, tongue flicking over and around it. Sucking gently.
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One hand slides down with splayed fingers over your belly, holding you there, wanting to reach inside your body and touch you. Hand slides up under your blouse, fingertips as sensitive as a butterfly, feeling your soft warm skin, the down-like hair, the slight goose bumps developing, finally reaching your breast, your stiffening nipple, very softly running my fingers back and forth over it before cupping your breast gently, slightly squeezing, feeling the faint throb of your heartbeat. Then moving to your other breast, knowing that you love being touched like this, knowing that I wouldn’t want to be doing any other thing in this life at this moment. Stopping to unbutton your blouse, I open it and look with love upon your body, breasts so round and sweet and perfect. Nipples that seeming call out for attention, darkening with a passion of their own. My head drops and I take your nipple into my mouth, warm, wet, suckling slightly. Holding your stiff nipple between my lips, I move my head in small circles tugging it gently. I hear you moan and feel your hand at the back of my head encouragingly. Releasing my captive nipple I lick my way across your chest, inhaling your sweet musky scent along the way, to find another willing captive. Drawing your other nipple into my mouth, tongue swirling round and round, flicking over it back and forth, then opening my mouth wider to draw more of your breast inside.
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With your blouse wide open my mouth begins to explore, tasting your soft skin, moving over your chest, your breasts, your tummy … finally moving down to your belly ring, flicking it with my tongue, exploring your sweet belly button, dipping my tongue inside, gently biting the flesh there, leaving a slightly damp trail over the front of you, raising a crop of goose bumps along the way. Finally I reach that favorite place of mine, that wonderful area below the belly button and above the pubic line, that expanse of lower belly, of exquisite softness, of vast sexuality, of maximum visual tease, that place that no one possesses without express consent of its owner, and when that consent is given, my heart leaps from it’s confinement like a prisoner vigorously pounding against the bars of his cell. I love licking and tasting and touching this part of you. And from the sounds you’re making and the movement of your body I know that you like it, too.
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We’re so involved with each other that we barely even hear the music, only the white noise of the goings-on in the main room as a background. And not a soul pays any attention to what we’re doing. So there are no witnesses as one hand steals under your skirt, warm palm moving over your smooth velvety thigh, caressing the flesh, fingers digging gently into the muscles, crawling higher to that place that is softer, warmer, and more intensely sensitive than any other. While my lips and tongue play your lower belly like a violin, finding beautiful notes that compliment those already in the air, my fingers come in contact with your thong, silky, smooth, warm, and slightly damp right in the front. I press my face against the fabric of your skirt right where my fingertips are, drawing in a deep draught of air, drawing your aroma into my nostrils, into my heart, directly into the core of my being. I plant my mouth over your skirt pressing against the warmest place you have, wanting nothing more than to have nothing between me and your essence.
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Not being able to help myself now, I push your skirt up higher, until it’s wrapped around your waist and you are entirely exposed, hips, thighs, thong, and all that that means, your legs are slightly open as I gaze lovingly up, expectantly, passionately into your smoky eyes from the vantage point of your lower body. The warm palm of my entire hand is covering the front of your thong, my fingertips resting lightly on your pubic bone, the heel of my hand putting pressure on that very center of life, feeling your warmth. With a small movement, my hand shifts slightly and resumes exactly the same position, this time under your thong, nothing now between you and me. Again I marvel at how smooth, how soft and warm, and now how wet you are. You heave a contented sigh as the heel of my hand makes a small circular movement while pressed against you. I love that sound from you, so I do it again. I draw my hand back, trailing my fingers over the sensitive lips of your beautiful pussy, then trail them back up again, this time my middle finger dividing your puff lips, dipping into the real heat, the source of life, where dampness is derived, where I want to be. My heart leaps when you arch slightly against my fingers.
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Gently pulling your thong to one side, I watch as your eyes close and your head drops slowly back. I lean down and my tongue slides between your sweet pussy lips, the tip moving from your tight hole all the way to your clit, circles once and then gently slides all the way back down again. This time I can feel your warm cunt pulsing slightly, opening then closing then opening again. My tongue circles around and around your opening, stroking your sweet cunt, dipping inside slightly, then circling the outside again. With a giggle, your legs open wider, you moan softly and I feel your hips flex. I love the way you taste, I love the way you move, and I love the way you sound. I’m in heaven knowing that I can provide you with such an intimate pleasure. Pressing harder, my lips are now gently sucking your pussy lips into my mouth, my tongue finding the sweet folds of your pussy, licking your pussy like sherbet off a spoon one moment, flicking the tip of my tongue back and forth over your clit and your pussy lips the next. Sliding my hand under your ass, fondling and squeezing your firm cheeks, while the fingers of the other assist my tongue. One finger, glistening with your slick moisture, finds the small, hot opening of your pussy and twists gently inside, sliding in and out, over and over, with each gentle thrust going a little deeper, taking the time to explore the slick walls of your delicate flower, the center of everything at this moment. All the while, my tongue and lips ever so gently nibble and tug at your pussy lips, flick your clit, feeling it swell and grow, knowing that it’s becoming more reactive, receptive, responsive to my light, persistent touches.
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Your legs have opened even wider for me now, as I lie between your thighs, my face buried at the apex of your beautiful body, my mouth, lips, tongue, fingers all busily pleasuring you while you hold my head in place with both your hands, your head rocking back and forth in a ‘no’ gesture and small, passionate sounds emanate from your chest between those deep sexy breaths. I pause in my ministrations for a moment to take one of your hands from the back of my head and firmly kiss your open palm. I hear you gasp softly when I run my tongue around your palm in small circles, kissing and licking you there before releasing you and returning to your other succulent delights. It seems that your sweet pussy is wetter now than it was and I revel in your taste, your texture, and your heady aroma, your very being. I kiss and lick you rhythmically all over your pussy, and deep into the essence of your womanhood, flicking back and forth over your tiny clit, wanting nothing in the world more than to please you. But it’s when my finger tip roams down further to circle your sensitive anus that I finally know what it is to truly excite you. As my fingertip gently probes the very edges of your asshole, your whole body reacts, jumping, twisting, your breath catching in your chest over and over. Then moments later I feel your asshole begin to pulse rhythmically as you begin making those wonderful sounds and movements that tell me you are reaching orgasm. I gently lap your pussy and your clit while lightly fingering your ass keeping your orgasm at its peak until finally you reach the other side, releasing a huge breath of air captured in your lungs.
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But I don’t stop; I only ease up a bit, touching you lightly on your pussy lips, along the insides of your thighs, over your sweet belly. Kissing you over and over, as I slid my fingers wherever they’ll reach. And then, after a few moments, I tentatively flick my tongue over your clit. You jump a little but not in that way that tells me you’re still too sensitive. I begin to lavish attention over your pussy again, deep into your moist warm folds. Then back between your ass cheeks with my fingers, then hooking your legs at the knees and pushing them higher until you take your legs and pull your knees close to your shoulders opening yourself to me completely without reservation. Without pause, my fingers continue to run lightly up and down between the lips of your very wet and very warm pussy, circling around and over your clit. Sensuously, I move my mouth lower and begin tonguing the rim of your puckered little asshole, running round and round, then pressing the tip into your ass. I look up while engaged in loving you to see that your watching me, mesmerized. I smile as well as I can with my tongue dancing over your ass, knowing exactly how good it feels to you. It’s at that moment that suddenly you begin to cum, my fingers taking you to the brink, but my tongue dancing in your ass pushing you over the edge. The sounds you make this time are made with abandon, with wild passion, without a care if anyone else hears you or not. It was pure animal instinct in full operation, my angel cumming with a sudden power and in such a way that your very soul is touched by your orgasm. I continue to lick you all over while you thrash about reaching a plateau hitherto unfound between the two of us. And when it’s peaked, you float softly back down, and like a feather in the breeze it’s not a straight path.
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And after a few moments, when I begin once again to lick gently over your thighs and along your drenched pussy, we both know it won’t be long until you’re experiencing another full orgasm under the pressures and touches of my tongue and fingers … and then I heard you whisper those wonderful words that I so love to hear, “Oh, Cassandra, I love you.”

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The End...

tropical storm----part-1-of-1

A Tropical Storm

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It started as heat lightning far out at sea just above horizon. But like many tropical storms, it moved toward shore quickly, and before we knew it the electricity flickered out at the beach house. She moved gracefully through the darkness to light a candle, her petite figure cutting a fiery silhouette in the window frame as the storm moved toward us and the lightening lit up the sky. In the dim candlelight, only a slight breeze on my bare skin alerted me to her close presence, goose bumps rising on my flesh in anticipation. An alternate sense informed me that she was moving even closer, and even though I was expecting it, her breath on my neck sent pleasant shivers through me. As she lightly kissed the back of my neck, I tried to increase the passion by turning my head so she could reach my lips. Suddenly I felt the pressure her hand tracing small circles on my thigh. Now I felt alive.
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Quietly and effortlessly, she sat next to me. Taking her in my arms, I returned her kisses. Caught up in the passion, I moved around from her full soft lips to the nape of her long gracefully neck, and back again to her lips. Her legendary long gorgeous legs parted invitingly even though my hand never quite touched that magical area that was already hot and wet. Although not yet desperate for my touch, we kissed with an ever-increasing passion, tasting the wonder of each other. My kisses turned to little nips, not enough to hurt but sufficient to make her smooth velvety skin sensitive to my every touch and breathe, like a lightning bolt flowing across her. Moving along her jaw line, after what felt like an eternity, her sweet lips finally again graced mine, her tongue parting my lips as it probed deeper. With a quick thrust, her tongue suddenly pushed all the way into my mouth, filling it. As electric like charges coursed through her body, immediately making the connection to her pussy, a pussy that I knew wanted the same treatment. As we embraced the low and slow rumbles of thunder increased in intensity.
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As I momentarily pulled away from her, I felt empty and yet so full of desire that nothing else could possibly matter. I gently lifted her arms above her head as I removed her sundress. As I lifted her dress my fingers traced lines up her supple body, lines that my mouth quickly followed. Her magnificent breasts looked spectacular in the thundering candlelight. When my fingers touched her nipples, her back arched, and a yearning moan escaped her lips. Yet before she could really wallow in that tingling sensation my tongue replaced my fingers on her breasts, licking and sucking the whole mound before reaching her tight nipple and encasing it in my mouth. As my sucking becoming more intense, she teased me by pulling away. Resolutely I moved towards her, trying to keep the connection.
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Gently rolling her onto her side, I began tracing my fingers down her back, the light touch making her body twitch in response, all the way down to her beautiful ass. After briefly cupping each superb check, my fingers tantalizingly moved between her thighs and lightly brushed her damp pussy lips. Bringing my fingers to her mouth I rubbed them lightly across her lips so that she could feel and taste her own wetness. As if a mind of their own, my lips again to the nape of her neck, sending shivers through both of our bodies. Moving back to her breasts, my fingers played with her erect nipples, gently rolling first one then the other, slowly increasing the pressure until I was squeezing and pulling on them. With a moan, her body pushed back against me, rubbing against the hardness of my swollen cock.
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Turning her toward me, I moved up and pressed my cock to her lips. Greedily she parted them, her tongue darting out to taste my manhood. Gently she licked me, running her tongue along my rigid shaft, before licking the tip. There was the smallest hint of my own excitement seeping out of my pee hole, the taste of which prompted her to slide her lips down and encase my flesh in her warm moist mouth. With her lips tight around my cock, she moved up and down my hard shaft, sucking and moaning for the sheer pleasure of it. Gently my hand entwined in her jet-black hair, guiding her rhythm and adding my own as I started to thrust slowly into her mouth. Again I moved away, my hands running down her body and between her legs, pushing them apart so I could lick her closely trimmed pussy as though lapping ice cream. My tongue moved up and down her slit, her neatly shaved pussy offering texture to the exquisite taste of her womanhood. The thunder and lightning was beginning to shake the beach house, but caught up in our lust, we were completely oblivious to the storm.
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Her hips bucked as I began to gently suck her clit, now harder than any man’s hard-on. Gently by firmly, I spread her legs further apart. Starting almost at her ass, I slowly licked her pussy lips, my tongue briefly darting into slick wetness before continuing upwards to the top where I circled her clit. Her head spinning, over and over I licked upwards, yet never long enough in any one spot to give her relief. Then my tongue pushed right between her soft lips into the wetness. Although I didn’t go in deep, her reaction was intense, she screamed out from the sheer pleasure of it. As my mouth settled lovingly over her clit, my tongue gently flicked the little, but rock hard nub. I greedily lapped up the womanly juices flowing from her, swallowing every drop, in my quest to give her the best ‘face’ and the most intense orgasm that she’d ever had.

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My fingers parted her delicate pink flesh and then entered the now soaking wet entrance to her pussy, the lips of which were now swollen by her own sex juices. Thrusting forward, she pushed herself gratefully onto them. Feeling another wave of orgasms building, she was desperate for me to push my tongue harder against the hidden but intensely swollen part of her. As I thrust my fingers inside her, I replaced my tongue with my thumb. Gently I circled her clit with my thumb, slowly at first but getting faster, as her body tensed. I felt her orgasms building them come out of her in thundering waves, crashing through her love walls, amid her loud cries and moans of ecstasy. A violent thunder and lightning storm was now rocking and shuddering across the landscape, trees and bushes bending yet not breaking. She moaned, “oh god, fuck me, now, fuck me,” so I removed my fingers and thrust my cock fully into her, gently at first. Back arching, as her orgasm washed over my rock hard cock, I gradually thrust deeper and deeper, before pulling out only to slam inside her again. My cock was perfectly proportioned to massage her g-spot with every inward stroke as I fucked her. She was screaming now as the intensity increased, and I continued to fill her in strong even strokes, her pussy pulsating around my cock. Our mutual grunts and groans escalated, as our rhythmic fuck thrusting made a squishing sound in her cum filled pussy, like a foot splashing in a puddle during a rain. Thunder crashed around the beach house and lightning exploded across the scene, and together we let out a final shuddering primal cry, as my blood hardened cock delivered a massive load of hot cum deep in the inner depths of her orgasm strained pussy. I continued with my hard thrusts, shooting more jizz into her, until my balls were spent.
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Shaking but still strong, I returned to her pussy with my tongue, a pussy at this point was a quagmire of orgasmic juices. As my tongue invaded her inner most being, she laid back, moaning low tones. Reverently, I kissed her pussy, gently making out with the soft delicate lips as though it were her mouth. Then I slowly worked my way back up her marvelous body, kissing and licking her belly, then pausing at her magnificent breasts. Her nipples were erect and hard, and by now very sensitive. I ever so gently kissed her breasts and lightly flicked my tongue on her erect nipples. I continued to work my way up to her throat and neck; gently kissing every inch of her smooth velvety skin that I could get my lips on.
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Finally, I returned to her full lips, where it all began. The storm was now rapidly subsiding, and a clean coolness now hung in the air. We made out like a couple of exhausted teenagers, as they sat facing each other on the bed, each with their legs spread wide apart. Never breaking her gaze into my eyes, she scooted forward until our crotches touch. Reaching down, she inserted me into still cum filled pussy. We each leaned back until our knees were in each other’s armpits, and then she reached for my hands. As we pull on each other’s arms, I’m driven deeper into her. For half an hour we remained that way, slowly rocking and moving me sensuously in and out of her. Sometimes we let go of each other’s hands and leaned back, but eventually grabbing hands and rocking again.

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The sensations were both enduring and exquisite. Our loving movements were slow, careful, and varied. We did not tire ourselves or sweat. We experimented with different movements, slowly and carefully, savoring the strong and varied feelings that we were generating. Neither of us reached an orgasm. Each time we neared one; she paused so as not to end this joining of spirits.

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Her scent was part of the experience. I had smelled her perfume before we began. To that heady aroma was now added a subtle, musky odor from her body, faint but provocative.

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Eventually, she raised her legs over my shoulders and brought her feet together behind my head. “Now,” she whispered. Throwing myself forward, I rammed myself deep into her and began the powerful thrusts that quickly brought us both to explosive climaxes.

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Spent, we drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.
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A little while later, I woke up still in her sleeping embrace. The storm was over. The light rain that remained would be good for the garden that she so loved to tend for her mother. I brushed back her thick black hair from her face, and tenderly kissed her on her forehead. She stirred a little, kissed my neck, and nuzzled herself deeper into my arms returning to deep sleep. Looking at her peaceful, relaxed and angelic face, I knew then that I was looking at the most beautiful woman that I had ever known, or would ever know. We had been through a lot, together and separately. The couple of times a month that we spent together never seemed like enough time to be at each other’s side.
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And I knew then just how deeply that I loved her.

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The End…

walk----part-1-of-1

Moonlight Walk
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The evening was beginning with a soft gentle breeze coming in off the gulf, the feel of the coolness on my bare skin was heaven, as Cassandra and I walked, hand in hand down the deserted beach, listening to the soft crash of the waves, and going nowhere.
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The thought of her next to me, the feel of the soft skin of her hand, the smile when she looked up at me were like some sort of hypnotic drug throwing me into a trance that was dominated with thoughts of her.
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The beauty of her bronze skin, soft and smooth under the bright moon light, the wonder of her beautiful green eyes, as they lit up when she looked up at me and smiled with her lovely angelic mouth, and the longing for her touch. I was in heaven.
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She moved with the grace of a gazelle as we moved silently down the beach. Eventually we pause there on the beach and turn to face each other, Cassandra’s lovely green eyes holding my gaze. Cassandra looked so pure and innocent, standing there on the beach in all her glory like a bronze goddess, that there were tears in my eyes as I took her in her arms. Cassandra immediately raised her beautiful beaming face toward mine. She had the sexiest most erotic mouth, with pouty full lips. Our first kiss was so gentle that it was almost chaste. But there was fire in both of us, so the next kiss was more intense. Cassandra’s mouth was eager, as she probed my mouth with her tongue. Pulling her closer to, I kissed her sensuous lips, making love to her mouth with my own. I could feel Cassandra’s animal passion through her skin in that embrace, a prelude to the raw emotion that was to come. For about 10 or 15-minutes we made out like teenagers with no intimate contact but our arms around each other’s necks. As I reach up and cup her beautiful face in my massive hands, and she again touched her soft sweet lips to mine, kissing her gently. I could taste Cassandra’s breath, feel the moisture on my lips, and hear her soft sigh as our lips meet. And as we stood there holding on to that slow lingering sensual kiss, I felt a familiar burning in my loins begin, I wanting, a need to be one with her, to have our bodies joined in a loves embrace.
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She stood there with all the grace and poise of an Egyptian princess. She was so beautiful that she literally took my breath away. The bright moonlight enveloped her body in a mystical glow like that of an angle, a glow that accented the crown of medium brown shoulder-length braids. She was tall and slim with long muscular legs like a ballet dancer and had such small delicate breasts, that she wore a bra strictly for decoration.

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When I could finally breath I lower her to the soft cool sand and lay next to her, hardly breaking our kiss. I saw a sheepish grin come across her face, and a desire in her eyes. Slowly, gently I kissed her sweet lips. My tongue traced the outline of her full ruby lips, and traced the lines of her face, allowing my tongue to taste the sweetness of the skin along her neck. I heard her softly gasp.
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Between kisses, we gazed at each other, looking directly into the other’s soul. Caught up in mutual lust we came together again. This time like two teenagers at the drive-in experimenting for the first time, my hand crept up and I felt her nipples harden as I caressed her breasts through her bathing suit top. As the kiss continued, like a hormone driven teenage boy I discretely started slipping her top off. I was pleased to see that her delicate breasts were capped by quarter size dark brown areolas. Like a giggly teenage girl, Cassandra acted like she didn’t know what I was doing. I wondered who’s seducing whom, when her hands wrap around my head and she gently pushed, forcing my lips to nuzzle her breast. As my hand moved up and cupped her breasts, I leaned down and feasted on Cassandra’s succulent breasts. As my eager lips close around her already erect nipple, Cassandra gave a little gasp and started breathing heaver. Her eyes kind of glazed over as her head fell back on the sand and she surrendered her breasts to my magic lips. As my tongue traced little circles around her nipples, I felt her back arc up as if wanting me to be a little rougher.
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I love the scent and the slightly salty taste of her soft skin. In my excitement I started kissing her stomach. As I tenderly kissed my way down to her inner thighs, my hand slid under her bottoms and I slip them off. I sighed with pleasure as I felt her pubic mound against my face. Cassandra’s legs were spread wide, exposing her woman to my scrutiny. Her slightly parted legs drew my eyes to closely trimmed hair between her legs. I’d never been with a black girl before, so when the moon moved from behind the clouds, I saw that her pubic hair was finer than I expected and was trimmed so short that it was almost a buzz cut. Awe struck, I could only stare. Raising her arms above her head, Cassandra stretched like a cat. Then with a mischievous smile, she reached up and twisted her fingers in my hair and pulled her face down to her crotch. My tongue slid slowly and softly up the center, tracing the outline of the outer lips. Then with a wanton moan, my tongue danced up the length of Cassandra’s slit, the tip parting her lips and slipping slightly into her, tasting her essence. The sweet taste drove me to the edge, almost making me cum. Then my tongue slips up her slit in search of her clit. Finding her swollen clit, hard, erect, wet, and wanting, I moved quickly to cover Cassandra’s pussy with my mouth. I heard her moan as her hips arced up to meet me. I was soon going absolutely crazy with nothing but pure, unbridled animal lust. As I kissed, sucked, licked Cassandra’s tender swollen pussy. As my tongue began to flick it back and forth, Cassandra screamed in pure, raw, lust. Her horny pussy loved this new attention and wasn’t satisfied with just a little, she was immediately franticly humped my face. Overly eager for the promised orgasm to come, Cassandra clamped her thighs around my head.

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Finally I got my Cassandra's swollen clit between my teeth and with both hands on her ass I wasn‘t going to let go. Angrily, she worked her hips as she tried to fuck my mouth with her clit, like a man would with his cock. Frantically, I sucked her clit like it was a miniature cock. Her fingers tangled in my hair as her muscles tensed in anticipation of release. Her urgency was shocking, but not unexpected. Cassandra was almost out of control bucking and was fucking my mouth in a way I never thought possible when finally her moment arrived. She howled like a she wolf baying at the moon, as her pussy walls quivered and contracted. Then she forcibly flushed the built up hormones from her body in a mind warping orgasm. One last scream and Cassandra was still.

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The only visible signs of her arousal were heavy breathing, flushed cheeks and her areolas getting darker and her nipples turning into hard little pencil erasers. I keep her between my lips for a while, softly sucking and licking. Then I rise up and see your beautiful eyes from between your legs...and I slid up so our lips meet...you are out of control...you grab my head and grind your lips into mine.... your tongue probing deep into my mouth...your hips swaying from side to side and arcing up. Unable to wait any longer, I moved further up between Cassandra’s outspread legs and put the red-hot blood-engorged head of my cock against the slippery pink lips and slowly and carefully pushed into her.

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“Yes, oh god yes,” moaned Cassandra, “Fuck me!”

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With two strong strokes, I impaled her till the whole of me is buried deep within her. As I plunged my cock in and out of her, I could feel her tighten around me and I marveled at the feel of her hot wetness tightly clutching me. There was no attempt at gentleness as my pent-up lust took control, as my erection pumped in and out of her boiling pussy. Caught up in the excitement, Cassandra reciprocated every move, accelerating her movements to match mine. Hunching her hips, she insured that I penetrated her as far as possible. Her eyes still closed, she had a smile of contentment on her face as I moved faster and faster. As I work my way in and out of her, I gently kiss her neck and caress her breasts. As I pound my cock into her, harder than before, I lean down and stare straight into her eyes. It wasn’t long until I heard her cry out and felt her shudder as her orgasm coursed through her body. As Cassandra cummed, she wailed in ecstasy, the feeling of her pussy rippling around my cock stimulated me to move even faster as I, too, sought release. Grasping her magnificent globes in my hands, I franticly drove my raging erection again and again deep into her body. Digging the fingers of my other hand cruelly into her shoulder, I violently rocked her body in time to my frenzied lunges. At last I felt that familiar gathering as my balls prepared to blast their load of spunk up my rock hard cock into Cassandra’s quivering pussy.

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I moaned as I felt my cock pulsate with the first rush of jism exploding out of my balls and into her body. I slammed my crotch repeatedly against her crotch as load after load of my spunk coated Cassandra’s insides. I don’t have any idea how much cum I pumped into her, but I know it was several minutes before I finally I stopped. I slide limply out of her as I collapse down on to the sand beside her. I weakly pulled her over and placed her head into the crook of my shoulder. Then we both just lay there limp from exhaustion, my hand softly stroking her hair and feeling the smoothness of her face. With a sigh I whisper, "I love you."
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The magic of a moon light walk...
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The end…