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I did not write this story. I do not have the author's name on file.
Enjoy, but do not request reposting or e-mail version. -JC
It was pig nite at my frat house. As a pledge I had been one of the guys
assigned to find a date. For those of you not familiar with this barbaric
ritual it involves deliberately asking the homeliest girl you could find to
a party at the frat house (a highly prized invitation in our opinion) for
the express purpose of seeing who could find the ugliest girl.
I know, I know. Looking back now from my vantage point of twenty years
later, Iım appalled too. But at the time I was young, impressionable and
wanted to be accepted by my new frat brothers.
Anyway, my date, a young lady from my English Lit class, wasnıt so much
ugly as she was different. And she was really different!
Clara was not attractive by any stretch of the imagination. But Clara
wasnıt stone ugly like Matilda Freidrich who was also in attendance. That
girl could shatter stone when she smiled. And Clara wasnıt obese like
several of the other girls my brothers had dragged in.
But Clara had her own ³charms². One was a personality and attitude that
could be charitably referred to as ³whacked out of her mind². Clara was
into saving every thing - the planet, people in far away lands, whatever.
No cause was too far out, or too wacky to have Claraıs attention. And none
was likely to hold her attention for more than a week or two.
As I was returning to her side after getting us both a cup of ³punch² I
heard her talking to one of my frat brothers and his ³date² about how her
parents were both white witches. ³Momıs a clairvoyant and dadıs a really
excellent diviner and a white mage as well. Both Mom and Dad can trace
their families back to the Druids in England. Mom has proof she is
descended from Morgan Le Fay!²
I didnıt feel like getting into THIS conversation! So I held back a little
as Clara chattered away about her various ancestors with their magic, mind
reading, miracle cures and spells. It was all crap. As I waited, I
wondered why Clara bothered repeating it. No one believed her and the more
she realized that she was not being believed the more she tried - her
earnest presentation just made it seem all the more ludicrous.
If there was one other noticeable facet of Clara that everyone remarked
upon it was her lack of any fashion sense. Personally, I had never seen
her dressed any differently than she was this evening. Frazzled, reddish
air pulled back into an unruly ponytail, bulky manıs sport coat (usually
corduroy, although tonight she was wearing an old tweed number - probably
her Dadıs hand me down) bib overalls for godıs sake! and a flannel shirt.
And sensible walking shoes. Which she did - everywhere. She didnıt own a
car or a bike.
She was a little shorter than my own 5²7ı and looked about as delicate as a
fireplug - squat, strong and thick.
The other couple did a fast fade into the crowd as I interrupted Clara to
hand her her drink. The punch she got was spiked, of course. Mine was
straight fruit punch. Another old frat tradition. Get the date drunk and
see what happened. This was Claraıs third and her cheeks were glowing a bit
from the drink. Her speech was still unaffected but I figured that wouldnıt
last long as she drank most of this glass without stopping.
³Why donıt you give me the nickel tour, Richie?² she asked, turning toward me.
³Sure. ³ I replied, gesturing grandly around. I hated being called
³Richieı. It was another talent of Claraıs. Alway say the wrong thing at
the wrong time. ³This is the main room where we have our parties. And if
youıll follow me, around to the left is the study room. Through here is
the kitchen. Let me refresh your drink while weıre here. And this is
another room we use for studying when there isnıt a party going on and now
weıre back where we started.² I finished as we regained the living room.
By this time the party was really rolling and the sound level was high
enough that I was practically shouting even though Clara was clutching my
sleeve as she finished her drink with a flourish.
³I need another drink, Richie.² said my date, itıs all gone.² She pouted
as she demonstrated by turning the glass upside down to show it was truly
all gone. ³And I need to find the little girls room, too,² she giggled.
I figured Clara was about drunk by this time. So I led her back to the
kitchen, refilled her glass and started to explain that the temporary
ladies room was upstairs.
³You show me, Richie.² Clara declared as she grabbed my wrist and dragged
me toward the stairs. She wasnıt even giving me a chance as she towed me
up the stairs.
I pointed out the bathroom that was, thankfully, unoccupied at the moment.
And heaved a sigh of relief as Clara closed the door behind her. She was
getting looped fast and I didnıt want to have to haul her back to her dorm
room unconscious.
Just as I thought this the door popped open and Claraıs hand thrust her
glass under my nose. ³And fill me up again, Richie! This punch makes me
thirstier the more I drink!² The door snapped shut almost before I got a
grip on the empty glass.
³I gotta taper her off² I grumbled to myself as I wound my way back to the
punch bowl. Returning with a full glass of non-alcoholic fruit punch I
planted my self outside the bathroom figuring Iıd get her downstairs and
back to her dorm before things got out of hand.
When Clara finally came out of the bathroom the glow of her skin was
readily apparent. Her eyes were sparkling and somehow all of the lines of
her face were looser. Her lips were a little puffy and were redder than
before. She was visably affected by the booze sheıd unknowingly drunk.
³So whatıs up here Richie?² she asked, as once again she latched onto my
wrist with both hands. ³Iıve never been upstairs in a frat house. Do you
naughty boys keep secrets up here?² Oh yeah, Clara was soused - big time!
And I really wasnıt that interested in showing a tipsy girl the sleeping
rooms of a bunch of frat rats... most of whom had the housekeeping habits
of a bear!
But Clara was not to be denied. With a death grip on my wrist, she
proceeded to haul me down the hall. The first room she barged into had the
usual clutter; an unmade bed, clothes tossed everywhere and a couple of
Playboy centerfolds tacked up on the wall.
She made a bee-line for the pictures. Iıd have thought a girl like Clara
would been (or at least acted) offended by the site of naked women on the
wall of a frat bedroom. I was wrong! She was entranced by the pictures.
³Are these girls real? Do you guys really like looking at these pictures?
Have you ever met any of these girls? Sheıs kinda pretty but look at her
boobies. Theyıre so big! Do guys like big boobies?² She was chattering
away and I donıt think she knew what she was saying most of the time. Her
eyes were sparkling and the color was rising in her face. I think she was
a little embarrassed to be looking at semi naked women but wasnıt going to
admit to it. And her line of chatter kept up.
She proceeded to pull me from room to room. If there were pinups in the
room she would look at them first. Her flush had subsided by now but she
was still suffering from a drunked glow.
In each room she examined all the pictures and pinups and kept up a running
commentary. She was analyzing the pictures, the poses and the womenıs
bodies as she went along. ³Look at this one. She looks bored in this
picture. Her boobies are big too, but not as big as this lady! This one
has bad hair. Why is she pushing her boobies together like that?. Wowee,
look, this one can lick her own nipple!
³Do boys like women who look like her? Why has she got her finger in her
mouth?² As always she was off on another tangent before I could begin to
respond.
³All of these pictures are of girls with big boobies!² This seemed to be a
revelation to her. She turned to me and demanded, ³Do guys really like big
boobies?² I had no chance to respond. Thank goodness. I wasnıt sure how to
respond to that sort of question.
Once again latching onto my wrist Clara pivoted to the door and pulled me
into the hall.
Chapter Two
³Where is your room, Richie?² she asked. ³Do you have pictures on your wall?²
My room is right here.² I said. I found myself dragged once more by Clara
- this time into my own room. There were no pin-up pictures on the wall.
I hadnıt had time to thumbtack them up. Yet.
Clara suddenly placed both hands on my chest and pushed me backwards. The
back of my legs hit my bed and I found myself looking up from my bed at
Clara. But as I grasped the situation she toppled onto me like a Ponderosa
Pine falling in the forest.
³Umph!² All the breath was knocked out of me as Clara landed full force on
my stomach.
³I like you Richie. Youıre cute² she said as she squirmed around. Her
breath was sweet despite the alcohol. I winced as she placed an index
finger on the tip of my nose and pressed it flat. ³But you donıt have any
of those naughty pictures on the wall. Donıt you like girls?² She paused.
³Donıt you like me?²
³Hey, I like girls just fine.²
³Well Iım a girl. I got boobies.² Who could tell under all the clothing?
³I got big boobies. Bigger than any of the girls in those pictures.²
Didnıt seem likely to me. But one of my rules is not to argue with a drunk
chick when sheıs lying on top of you!
³Hey! Youıre poking me, Richie.²
Christ almighty. With Clara squirming around on top of me, my body had
done the natural thing... sprouted a boner. Even if she wasnıt the most
attractive girl the body of a teen age boy will spring to action at the
slightest provocation. And Claraıs actions and conversation had been
provocation enough.
³What's poking me, Richie? What have you got in your pocket? Oh, Richie,
are you being rude? Is it my fault? Did my talking about my having big
boobies start you poking out like that? Iıve never seen a... you
know...a...ah...guys...ah...² she was winding down in confusion and
embarrassment. But then she gathered all her courage and as she wriggled
to a sitting position on my stomach she finished her sentence. ³ A guys
THINGIE.²
³Itıs not a ³thingie². ³ I said in exasperation. ³Itıs my cock. Or call
it a dick. Or anything but ³thingie². Good Lord! How had I gotten into
this? Could I get out with out becoming more embarrassed?
³Okay, your dicky...² She started
³Not dicky!² I practically shouted. ³Quit adding a ³Y² to everything! My
name is Rich, not Richie! You just about crushed my dick. Not my dicky,
not my cocky. Christ, how naive am I supposed to think you are?²
³Oh Rich, Iım sorry. I didnıt mean to hurt your feelings. Or your
...em...dick.² She leaned over me and planted two little kisses, one on
each cheek.
³I know,² she declared, ³Iıll make it up to you! Iıll show you my big
boobies if youıll show me your dick! You like girls, right.² She was
talking a mile a minute. ³Do you like boobies? I mean boobs! Do you like
big boobs? I hope so! Do you like mine?² And as she said this she shed
her sport coat revealing her bib overalls and green flannel shirt.
She waited a moment. Hands on hips, still straddling my stomach. All I
could see was blue jean overalls and flannel.
³Well?² She asked.
³Well what?² I responded.
³Well, do you like my boobs?² she asked in exasperation.
³What are you talking about?² I said. ³Youıre sitting on my stomach, fully
dressed and asking me if I like your boobs! I canıt see anything with the
only light coming from the door behind you and with you still fully
dressed. So no, I canıt see your boobs and I doubt you have any idea what
big boobs are! Now stop being silly and let me up so I can take you
home!²
³NO!² in a blink of an eye she bounced off my stomach - knocking the air
out of me once more - slammed the door shut and turned on the bed stand
light. In one motion she kicked off her shoes, reached up and popped the
clasps off of her overallıs straps. Her overalls were so big they fell
right to the floor. Not even slowing as they passed her hips. And then,
and just as quickly, she had regained her seat on my stomach. Of course, I
had just about regained my breath which was once more forced out of me with
the impact of her firm butt landing on my abused stomach.
As I struggled to relearn to breath Clara placed both hands on her hips,
looked down at me, and once again demanded, ³Do you like em?²
Truth to tell, it did seem that Clara might have a pair of breasts under
her flannel shirt! The bib overalls and sport coat had done a good job of
disguising her boobies... I mean boobs. Her flannel shirt was really loose
though so it was difficult to tell what kind of shape might be hiding under
all those clothes. But it sure didnıt seem likely that she had a big pair
of tits. A big pair would show through the shirt she was wearing, I was
sure.
With the light now shining from behind me I could see Clara very well. She
didnıt look half bad with her hair mussed, color in her cheeks and a
sparkle in her eyes that I had never seen before. But I was pissed enough
at her for knocking the breath out of me that I wasnıt about to give her
any satisfaction.
³Like what, you crazy woman?² I demanded. ³You knock me down, jump all
over me and demand to know if I like something that I still havenıt seen
and which probably arenıt near as big as you think they are. Those pinups
are some of the best built, prettiest girls in America. You are a college
freshman whoıs had too much to drink. Now let me up and letıs forget this
ever happened.²
³NO! Richie, I mean Rich. You donıt mean that. I can still feel you
poking me, you know. And I do so have big boobs. See?² She reached her
arms behind her, grabbed her shirt in the back and pulled it taut,
bunching it up at the small of her back. Suddenly there were gaps between
each button and stress lines all over the front of her shirt. She did have
tits!
³Well , maybe.² I said doubtfully. I was suddenly much more interested in
where this was going. Truth be told, I loved big tits. And I had never
dated a girl with large tits I was always intimidated when the girl I was
talking to had a big rack.
³Oh yes, I do. Bigger than any of those old pinups. You watch.² She
unbuttoned the lowest button and moved up to the next. ³If I show you my
big boobs will you show me whatıs poking me in the butt right now?² She
squirmed on my stomach as she said this. ³I can still feel you Rich!² She
had unbuttoned four of the seven buttons by now.
³Yeah, sure. You show me yourıs and Iıll show you mine² I responded.
³There!² She cried in triumph as she whipped off her flannel shirt and
tossed it over her shoulder to flutter to the floor.
What ever I had expected to see was not what was revealed. Instead of bare
flesh or a bra being revealed, what I saw was a dark blue tube top that
stretched from just below her armpits to cover the rest of her body. It
was only after puzzling over this for a few seconds that I noticed it was
fully packed by her pot belly.
³Gotta get this off² Clara mumbled as she reached up and hooked her thumbs
under the top of the tube top. ³It gets damn uncomfortable after a long
day!²
With a grunt of effort she pushed both hands down bunching the tube top at
her hips.
And out rolled her tits.
I have read somewhere that in order to describe something that the other
person has never seen and do it successfully, there must be a well
understood common reference point from which to start. To describe Claraıs
now revealed breasts I had to start at ... well, big. No, BIG. Past BIG
even!
Really, now that they were out from the confines of Claraıs restrictive
top, I couldnıt imagine that they had ever fit into it. They were bigger
than past BIG! I had never seen, never imagined, a set of breasts could be
this large. Softballs were much smaller. Volleyballs? That was closer.
Somewhere between basketballs and volleyballs I decided. What made them
seem even larger was their unusual placement.
Claraıs boobs started low on her chest. The top slopes swelled gently at
first, well below her armpits, and then exploded out and away in a
startlingly abrupt swoop that ended at a pair of chewable looking nipples
and then slowly swept back to meet at her lowest ribs. Each breast was
quivering firmly, still shivering from having been so abruptly revealed.
Her nipples were centered on a pair of aureola that most closely resembled
a baseball cut in half and pasted on the upper slope of her immense
breasts. Easily basketball sized I decided. Her nips pointed slightly
upwards and outwards at a 45 degree angle.
She was still sitting on my stomach with her hands back on her waist. But
I could not see her waist, her hands, or the first part of her arms. All
were blocked from my view by these massive breasts that protruded beyond
the side of her body by several inches. And yet they still rubbed against
each other, forming a cleavage that appeared to be able to swallow up a
major city yellow pages.
³My God², I croaked. ³Youıre immense!²
³Told ya so!² the breastacular Clara said triumphantly. ³Now itıs my turn.²
Before I could react, before my shaking hand could make contact with the
incredible sweep of breast flesh before me, it vanished in a tangle of arms
and legs as Clara spun around and plopped herself back on me facing my
feet. This left me with my arms pinned under her legs, looking up into the
closest view I had ever had of a young girls nylon covered, slightly moist
crotch. Which smelled, well, delicious in a funny sort of way. Remember
here that my experience with women had, until this moment, ranged from the
fantasy to the hypothetical. Now I was pinned underneath a girl with the
most spectacularly huge breasts immaginable! Me, Richard King! Aside from
a few half hearted good night kisses I was a complete and utter virgin.
But maybe not for long. Clara was making short work of my belt and zipper,
exposing my tented underwear.
³Ohhh, what did I find?² Clara cooed as I felt her fingers gently caress
the length of my cloth covered dick. She stroked from base to tip. ³Is
this the nasty thing that was poking me? I want to see!² If I had thought
Clara was shy that thought was disappearing over the horizon on a fast
horse. This was no shrinking violet!
Grabbing pants and shorts in both hands Clara simultaneously lifted her top
half up off me and stripped me naked to the knees, exposing my stiff
erection in all itıs glory!
Now before I go on I have to admit that I wasnıt what Iıd call ³hung².
Just under five inches long (yes, Iıd measured!) it almost completely
disappeared in Claraıs hand as she grasped it gently in a full fisted grip.
At the same time that I felt her hand clasp my hard dick I became acutely
aware of the warmth of her insanely large breasts as they squashed out all
over my stomach and her nipples that were trying to poke holes in me.
All I could see was her crotch. Her panties were slowly becoming more and
more transparent as her lubrication continued to flow. I was beautiful I
thought. I could clearly see her cunt because Clara had a sparse growth of
pubic hair with well defined labia and ... my observations were
interrupted.
³Oh, itıs pretty! And so warm,² Claraıs breath bathed my twitching cock as
she tried to look at it from all angles. Pushing and pulling at it. One
moment stroking it up and down, the next giggling as she tried to force it
to point toward my toes and watching it spring back to point right at her.
I knew what was going to happen next! And as she stroked my cock one more
time, sure enough...
³Look out,² I cried as I did what any red blooded college man would do when
finding his abdomen buried under two gigantic tits while the possessor of
those tits had her pussy inches above his nose and pushed and pulled on his
cock.
I blew like Mount St. Helenıs.
The first spurt almost achieved ceiling height and fell back onto Claraıs
back while the next had a somewhat more horizontal trajectory and I swear I
heard it hit the headboard behind me. The remaining squirts landed
variously on Clara, me , the bed and who knows where as she scrambled out
of the way without ever taking her hand off my dick or missing a stroke.
³Wow, that was something else!² Clara exclaimed excitedly. She was now
kneeling on her haunches next to my right hip, still clutching my now
quiescent rod. ³You were like a fountain! And so much! Look, you got all
over me!² She pointed to pecker tracks all over her shoulders, upper chest
and down onto her massive boobs. There was one wad just above her left
nipple that she dabbed at with a finger tip. ³Its still warm.² she
reported. She rubbed her thumb and fingers together. ³It feels kinda
slippery.² Her hand went to her mouth and a small pink tongue darted out to
touch her fingers. Then she sucked her fingers into her mouth one at a
time. ³But it doesnıt taste like much of anything.² she told me as she
removed her finger from her mouth.
I was still gasping for breath, somewhat at a loss after having come so
hard and so quickly. Who could have predicted that my first sexual
experience would be a premature ejaculation with a semi ugly girl with the
biggest tits in the world?!? No, not semi ugly I decided as I watched
Clara. She really was more plain with no fashion sense and no self
confidence. But those had to be the biggest tits in the world! Seated next
to me on her haunches, her boobs hung slightly away from her chest as she
leaned over to continue to look at my dick, those massive spheres dangled
down to rest comfortably on her upper thighs. Her nipples rubbed my leg
from time to time.
Her breasts were being squeezed and compressed a little as she rubbed at
one and then the other to collect the remaining strands and drop of cum.
The movements that this created were fascinating. Her tits seemed to
jostle one another for room on her chest.
>From the side view I had there seemed to be a span between where her nipple
quivered at the tip of her breast and where the mammoth sphere met her
chest wall that was larger than my hand could reach. Her breasts appeared
to be deeper than her chest. From her back to the front of her rib cage
was not as far as from the front of her ribs to the ends of her breasts
even though she was now sitting upright!
A foot I wondered? More? Her boobs were immense! The more time I had to
study them the more I realized just how improbably large they really were.
How had she managed to hide all this extravagence?
She turned her head and looked at me. ³Youıre not done are you? I want to
play some more! I want to see what it feels to have you inside me! Iıve
overheard some of the other girls in the dorm talk about it and I want to
see for myself.²
As she was saying this she was slowly rubbing the last of my cum into her
left breast while her right hand still had a grip on my dick.
³Iım not done.² I assured her as I kicked off my shoes and pants. ³With a
little encouragement from you Iıll be ready to go again in a few minutes.²
In fact, I could feel my dick starting to revive just watching this busty
young thing rub her tits and slowly stroking my dick.
³Oh goody, here, feel my big boobie,² all of Claraıs eagerness seemed to
have returned as she drew my right hand to her left breast. Her flesh was
warm and very smooth. There were just a few stretch marks near her armpit.
The texture change where her breast flesh became aureole and then nipple
were subtle but as I slowly moved from her rib cage to the tip of her
nipple I tried to memorize each nuance and difference. As Iıd estimated
with my hand spread as wide as I could I did not quite reach from nipple
tip to chest.
I gently stroked down from her shoulder to the stiff nipple that was
pointing in my direction, then ran my hand under and, squeezing gently,
lifted her tit up. It overflowed my hand in all directions and I quickly
lost control of the incredible bulk. Her boob slipped out of my grasp and
bounced off her upper thigh. I grasped her nipple and pulled and squeezed
it. Clara seemed to enjoy the gentle caresses as she leaned over and with
a confidence that I hadnıt expected sucked in the head of my cock and
proceeded to vacuum up all the remaining cock juice from my dick and her
hand.
³Ohhh, yes² I moaned, ³that feels incredible.² I used the hold on her
breast to pull it out toward me and lifted it up. I was almost able to
pull it around to point behind her!
³UM, grow bigger for Clara² she said to my now rapidly reviving dick. The
tingle that I felt at those words was a rush all over my body that centered
in my crotch as my dick seemed to spring to attention with a twang!
³Grow bigger for Clara² she repeated, never letting go of my cock and
continuing to stroke faster and faster.
³Ahhh, careful there Clara,² I said, ²I donıt want to disappoint us again
and come too quickly.²
³Oh, you wonıt will you? Please donıt. Can I get on top? Iıve heard
thatıs one of the best ways for girls and guys donıt come so fast that
way!² What did she do? Read sex manuals on the long cold winter evenings?
Who cared. I would love to lie here and watch her bouncing about on top of
my now rock hard stiffie! And anyway, she had stripped off her panties and
was already swinging a leg over me. With a bit of clumsiness she managed
to slip the head of my cock into the well lubricated center of her slit.
She either was really aroused or was naturally wet cause I slipped in
without any trouble.
²Oh, god, that feels.... feels, ohh, sooo good² Iım not sure which one of
us said that, we may have both done.
With just the head inserted Clara leaned forward a bit, placed both hands
on my chest and started a slow, subtle up and down movement that took a
little more of my shaft into her with each repetition. Maybe because it
was my first real fuck, maybe because she was on top, but it seemed that my
dick was reaching further into Clara than I could have imagined. I could
feel every ripple inside her as her movements grew more assured and just a
bit faster. I was powerless to move as I watched Clara get into the
groove.
Her breasts were gently bouncing off my chest on each downward movement.
Her aureolea were puffed up so big they looked ready to burst and her
nipples were now yearning at least an inch outward! I watched as her
cleavage heaved and rippled under even the gentle movement she was using.
There did not seem to be room for both her breasts in the area between her
ches and mine and the arms that she still had on my chest. Every time she
leaned forward her bosom was compressed against her arms and my chest.
Every time she leaned back her breast resumed their full, round shape.
I watched her eyes slowly close as her tongue licked first her upper then
her lower lip. She was moaning softly as her movements sped up. She
shifted her hands lower on my stomach and sat up straighter. With her
hands closer together on my stomach, Claraıs arms were forcing her breasts
together and out away from her body while her up and down motion imparted a
mesmerizing bounce which in turn produced a slow rolling ripple thru her
breasts. From the nipples outward to the limits of her breasts there was a
constant movement.
Because her breasts started low on her chest her nipples were within a few
inches of my mouth on her forward rock. A temptation I was no longer
willing to resist. Using both hands I corralled her left breast, leaned my
head forward a few inches and licked and caressed the nipple that was
spiked up beyond a full inch. The reaction from Clara was a long low moan
that rose in intensity as I sucked more firmly.
²God, yessss. I love that. I had no idea....² Her voice trailed off as
her movement picked up speed again. ³Suck it hard. Squeeze and suck. I
love that feeling. More, Rich, suck harder. Please, Iıve...never...
felt... so...good. OH Yes! Oh my yes, yes ohhhh!² She began to orgasm as
I chewed gently on her nipple and aureola.
As she was climaxing I quickly switched to her right tit. I continued to
suckle and chew at her nipple as she recovered her rhythm and began to add
some twitching, side ways movements to her crotch pounding movement.
I was getting close myself. Have I mentioned that Clara had large breasts?
I know I have. But as I was nipping at her right nipple I discovered that
while I was using both hands to hold her breast up to my lips my hands were
outside my ears. Claraıs boob was bigger than my head even when I was
squeezing it between both of my hands! It seemed that her aureolea were
puffing up larger and larger as well. As I continued to suckle at first
one and then the other breast her hands would pull me rythmicly tighter to
her tit. There were times when she would pull me so tight that all light
was cut off as her breast enveloped my face!
Clara was moaning louder again now and clutching at me with her hands and
with her cunt as she slammed herself up and down. Abandoning the huge
breasts that continued to sway and bob in front of my lips I grabbed
Claraıs hips and urged her to faster and harder efforts. Finally, I held
her hips still above me. As Clara slumped fo
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