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From: AimTwoPlease <aimtwoplease@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Efficient (MF) by AimTwoPlease
Date: Wed, 15 Nov 2000 22:10:04 -0500
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Efficient

Almost a week had passed since we had last fucked.  One night we'd had
company who had stayed too late.  The next night she was tired.  Then
it was a sick kid, or watching the election, or me being tired, or her
again.  It was always something.

Before dinner she rubbed her body against me in the kitchen.  "I'm
getting really horny," she whispered into my ear, "Are you?"  My
erection spoke my nonverbal response.

Dinner.  Helping with homework.  A little television.  Eventually the
evening wound down, the kids were in their beds and we were in ours.
She was sleepy again.  There was no time to waste.  In the darkness my
mouth found hers.  A minute later my mouth found her right breast.

"Lie on top of me," she demanded,  no longer sounding sleepy.

"Take off your nightgown," I countered.

She did.  I did.

I reconnected with her right breast.  I've always loved her breasts.
Not small, not large, though on her petite frame they looked bigger
than they really were.  Big, dark brown nipples that hardened quickly.
A little droopy, even from the days Before Kids.  A woman's breasts.

I brushed my chest hair across them, and she sighed.  My cock was half-
hard, just firm enough to tease her cleft.  I didn't have to feel her
clit in order to know it was rock-hard, too.

I could feel her fingers fiddling between us, then my cockhead felt
less of her pubic thatch and more of her pink.  She spread her
pussylips for me.  I knew she was in a hurry.  She was always in a
hurry.

I rose up on straightened arms, causing her to murmur an
objection.  "Wait," I told her.  "You're not wet."  I licked a thumb,
moving saliva to where it was needed.  She was in too much of a hurry
to allow me to savor her with my mouth.  Three thumbfulls was enough.
One more thumbfull on my cockhead, and then I nudged inside her.

"Oh," she breathed, "Oh.  Oh."  I topped her once again and pressed
forward with my hips.  "Oh.  Oh."  I was in.  Quarterway.  Halfway.
Then all the way.  Her knees came up and her ankles pulled hard on my
hamstrings.  I rooted in small circles, reluctant to retreat from her
slick warmth.  "Oh.  Oh."

Her cunt nibbled on me, and my cock toyed with her cervix.  We fit
together perfectly, cock in cunt, her preference for me to fuck her
Missionary style, her lust for my cock to probe deliberate and deep and
to stir her cunt to orgasm.

Now I was ready to pump.  First a slow half-stroke, then a sharp,
driving inward thrust that refound her cervix and buried up against the
stops of her cunt and made her exhale a gasping moan.  "Oh, fuck," she
breathed, and then I began the full-length strokes.  "Oh, oh, oh" she
chanted to me as I fucked her with deep, shuddering plunges.

I knew she wouldn't last long.  Deep inside, right up there at the high
end, her cunt began to quiver every time my cock bumped to a halt.  Her
lubrication flowed, coating my cock and ever easing my passage.  My
hands cradled her face, my thighs owned hers, my cock owned her cunt.
All she could do was lie there and be fucked.  It was all she wanted to
do.

"Almost there," she rasped, and I slowed my hips and teased her.  "No
no no harder," she breathed with urgency, trying to bend me to her
will.  I drove into her again, and she rewarded me with a sharp moan to
my face and sharp fingers in my shoulderblades.  Three, four, five
powerful strokes into that quivering cunt, then again I teased us both
with slow, shallow stroking caresses.

"Hard no hard hard," she begged, and her hips tried to argue with my
weight and grab more of my cock.  There was no need for that.  I was
ready.

"Okay," I told her, and I took us both to the finish.  This was our
ritual.  This was our efficient gallop to our photofinish.  I fucked
her with straight-ahead, unambiguous pounding thumps that rattled the
headboard.  Her knees rose higher until they cradled my waist, and
every one of my thrusts bottomed out with that liquid sound of fullbore
fucking.  "Oh oh yes oh oh yes."  She just wanted to be fucked.

We climaxed together, one joined explosion of pleasured flesh.  I
growled and wrapped my arms tight and buried my superstiffened erection
and exploded my long pulses of white seed, and her little cunt did its
gentle rhythmic snatching around my shaft where our pubic hairs
entwined, and she moaned and gasped and tried to wiggle her hips to
scratch all her itches.  I tried my best to keep moving, to keep
rooting and scrubbing and giving her my cock, more cock, hard cock.

Eventually I slipped off her body, both of us panting and out of
breath, extracting my flaccid flesh from her cunt filled with our
soup.  "I felt you," she told me.  I kissed her.  She is a great fuck.

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