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Subject: {ASSM} Waiting for Jessica (MF cons)
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This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities with real 
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Copyright (C) 2002 Dancing Sprite. All rights reserved.

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Waiting For Jessica

by Dancing Sprite <dancing.sprite@gmx.net>


Marty rang the doorbell at precisely two minutes before seven, 
still slightly out of breath from running up four flights of 
stairs as fast as his legs could carry him. Heavy traffic had 
slowed him down more than expected and he had made it to his date 
with Jessica with only two minutes to spare.

Not that he was a punctuality freak, but Jessica hated to wait 
(although she herself was rarely on time) and Marty knew that she 
had given several guys the boot for arriving late to a date with 
her.

When the door opened a few moments later, it wasn't Jessica who 
stood in the doorframe, but her roommate Beverly. "Hi, Marty," 
she greeted him, but somehow she didn't sound as cheerful as she 
usually did.

"Hi, Bev," he said as he walked through the door and gave her a 
quick kiss on the cheek. "What's up? You look kinda depressed."

"What's up?" she almost screamed at him, then lowered her voice 
before she continued. "My date skipped out on me, there's nothing 
but shit on the TV, my pussy's itching like crazy, and my 
vibrator's on the blink. That's up! And now you show up here and 
all you do is kiss my cheek!"

Uh-oh, Marty though and smiled uncomfortably. "Got a date with 
Jessica. Where is she?"

"Taking a shower," Beverly said, then suddenly smiled 
mischievously as a thought occurred to her. She grabbed the hem 
of her oversized T-shirt and pulled it over her head, exposing 
her stark naked body to Marty's bulging eyes. "You've got about 
10 minutes to do with me whatever you want," she said sweetly as 
she tossed the T-shirt on the couch heedlessly.

Marty couldn't believe what he had just heard. "You're kidding, 
right?" he asked, although it was rather obvious that she wasn't.

Beverly ran her hand over his bulging crotch. "I'm serious," she 
purred and looked him in the eyes. "I'll go crazy if I don't get 
fucked right now. I might go out and rape some poor guy. Or shoot 
someone. Or maybe even shoot a whole bunch of people. There's 
just no telling what I might do. But in any case, it's gonna be 
horrible. You don't want that to happen, do you?"

"Of course not," Marty said quickly. "But I'm going out with 
Jessie! It wouldn't be right to . . . to . . ."

"To fuck me instead?" she finished the sentence for him. Before 
he had a chance to reply, she unzipped the fly of his jeans and 
reached inside.

"Bev!" Marty screamed in alarm. "What if Jessie comes in and sees 
us?"

Beverly had found his dick by then and pulled it out, stroking it 
expertly to get it fully hard. "She won't! She's taking a shower. 
Listen!"

"Bev, I can't! What if Jessie--"

"Be realistic," Beverly cut him off. "I can put my T-shirt back 
on, but you can't get your dick back into your pants. How would 
you explain that to her? As I see it, I'm your only chance to get 
rid of that hard-on before she shows up."

Marty thought things over for a moment and reached the same 
conclusion. "Bitch!" he whispered. "That's blackmail!"

"Damn right, that's exactly what it is," Beverly agreed, grinning 
from ear to ear. "You gonna fuck me now?"

"You won't tell Jessie?"

"Don't be silly, of course not!"

"Bend over!" he ordered harshly as he popped the button of his 
jeans and pushed them down together with his boxer shorts.

"Now we're getting somewhere!" Beverly cooed, still grinning, as 
she bent over the backrest of the couch and spread her legs.

Marty stepped up behind her and gave each of her ass cheeks a 
hard slap with his hand.

"Ouch!" she screamed. "What did you do that for?"

"That was for blackmailing me," he said calmly, then rammed his 
dick into her pussy to the hilt. "That better?"

"Yeah! Fuck me!"

Marty instantly settled into a hard and fast rhythm, intending to 
get them both off before Jessie would come out of the bathroom 
and walk in on them. Holding her hips with both hands, he pulled 
his dick out of her pussy almost entirely, then thrust forward 
again until his pelvis slammed into her ass cheeks and his balls 
swung forward and slapped against her belly.

Beverly held still in the beginning, but soon got so worked up 
that she jerked her hips back and forth in sync with his thrusts. 
Her labored breathing turned into moans, then suppressed screams 
as the first twinges of an intense orgasm spread out from her 
pussy. "Fuck me . . . harder!" she panted and looked back over 
her shoulder briefly. "I'm . . . coming!"

Marty rammed his dick into her quivering pussy as hard as he 
could until the erratic spasms of her pussy muscles set off his 
own climax. He slammed his dick into her to the hilt and held her 
jerking hips tightly while he pumped his cum into her pussy. They 
collapsed on the backrest of the couch and lay there until their 
orgasms subsided and some strength returned to their limbs.

"Feeling better now?" he panted as he pulled his dick out of her 
still quivering pussy.

"A lot better," she said, then sank down on her knees in front of 
him and licked their fuck juices off his dick and balls.

As it turned out, they had finished their quickie just in time. 
No sooner than Marty had pulled his jeans back up and Beverly had 
put her oversized T-shirt back on did Jessica appear in the 
doorway, all dressed up and ready to go out with Marty.

"Don't let her blow you," Beverly whispered in Marty's ear as she 
passed him on the way to the bathroom. Then louder, for Jessica 
to hear: "Have a good time!"

As Beverly disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door, 
Marty took Jessica in his arms and kissed her passionately for 
several minutes. "Ready to go, darling?" he asked softly when 
their lips finally parted.

"Sure am," she smiled brightly. "You hot for me?"

"I'm so hot for you, I'll burn up if we don't get out of here 
right now."

"Want a blow job before we go?" she asked and smiled sweetly.

Marty's heart skipped a beat, then took off at twice its regular 
pace. "Let's go, I'm starving," he said, fighting hard to keep 
the panic out of his voice.

To his boundless relief, Jessica didn't insist. She simply 
wrapped her arms around his waist and started for the front door.

Marty's heartbeat slowly returned to normal, but he would keep 
wondering the entire night if she suspected something.


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Copyright (C) 2002 Dancing Sprite. All rights reserved.

Permission is granted to distribute this story anywhere on the 
Internet, provided
(a) you do not make any modifications to the story
(b) you do not remove or alter the copyright notice and the
    author's email address
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(d) you send me an email and tell me where you posted it

Feedback is most welcome! Please take a moment and let me know 
what you think about this story. To contact me, send your email 
to dancing.sprite@gmx.net
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