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Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} CUM SPONGE {Hungry Guy} (M/F Mdom Fsub Fpov cons oral ws)
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{ASS} CUM SPONGE {Hungry Guy} (M/F Mdom Fsub Fpov cons oral ws)
BY:  Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com or 
hungryguy@literotica.org)

Foreword:  This is a work of fiction.  None of the people in this 
story are real.  None of these events ever happened.  This story is 
nothing more than words that came from my imagination.  Any 
similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely 
coincidental. 

Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have 
my permission to post my stories for public reading, provided that 
credit is given to "Hungry Guy" (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com or 
hungryguy@literotica.org) as the author, and as long as you don't 
make changes other than fixing typos.  Even beware of fixing typos, 
for I occasionally use local slang and dialects that may be flagged 
by your spell checker.  Thanks.

    ###

    Amy often went to _Edge Play_ after work on Friday nights.  Her 
job as a legal secretary for a law firm on Wall Street didn't leave 
much room for self-expression.  

    The cab let her out on 14th street.  After a short walk down the 
block, she stood before a pair of glass doors in a stainless steel 
frame on an, otherwise, featureless gray stucco building, the 
entrance to _Edge Play._

    She walked down a short hallway, past a BDSM bookstore on the 
left and a novelty store on the right, around a corner and down a 
short hallway.  She stopped to show her ID to the bouncer then 
proceeded into a waiting elevator.  

    She exited the elevator on the main floor of the club into 
another short hallway.  She passed a  political poster that said:

    ###

    _Vote Libertarian -- we're pro-choice on EVERYTHING!_

    ###

    Amy considered silently, "Damn Libertarians want to eliminate all 
_malum prohibitum_ laws and put me out of a job!  There'd be almost 
no need for lawyers if the only crimes were _malum in se."_  She 
sighed and continued until she found a list of scheduled events:

    ###

    _Misanthrope live tonight_
    _Big Boob Parade in Blue Dungeon at 8:00_
    _Branding Demonstration in Orange Dungeon at 8:00_
    _All Your Base Are Belong To Us in Black Dungeon at 8:30_
    _Co Ed Tandem Beer Pissing Contest in Red Dungeon at 9:00_
    _Comedy King in Yellow Dungeon at 9:00_
    _Hot Male Revue in White Dungeon at 10:00_
    _Master of Illusion in Green Dungeon at 10:00_
    _Slave Auction in Blue Dungeon at 11:00_
    _Torture Demonstration in Violet Dungeon at 11:00_

    ###

    She'd seen all these events; there was nothing new to see 
tonight.  She continued into the main room, walked up to the bar, 
ordered a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, and found a seat at an empty 
table.

    _Misanthrope_ was wailing out their latest death-metal hit, _Rest 
In Pieces,_ in a satanic devil voice, _"I am crazy!  Don't fuck with 
me baby!  Chop you up into bits!  While you hang from your tits!"_ 

    She thought that Jamie, the guitarist, was cute as she finished 
her drink.  That thought made her feel horny, and she also had to 
take a leak, so she stood and headed toward the alternate ladies' 
room, the one with the live human toilet slaves, to piss and get her 
clit sucked on at the same time.

    She stopped for a moment at the corkboard plastered with personal 
ads.  Most were for masters seeking slaves, or slaves seeking 
masters.  Others were selling BDSM paraphernalia -- collars, 
shackles, suspension harnesses, fellatio harnesses, spreader bars, 
etc.  A few were for more mundane items such as cars for sale, 
apartments for rent, and roommates wanted.  Then one caught her eye.

    ###

    _CUM-SPONGE wanted:  Using a two-part harness joined at a cock 
ring, I will wear one part on my hips with the cock ring held tightly 
in place at the base of my cock, and you will wear the other part 
over your head with that same cock ring pressed tightly against your 
mouth.  Thus connected, you will be my cum-sponge for a 24-hour 
period.  I will wear you around the house throughout the day -- while 
cooking, while eating at the table, while watching TV, while working 
at the computer, even while sleeping in bed.  You, of course, would 
be expected to consume whatever secretions are deposited in your 
mouth.  You will be disconnected only for brief moments during the 
day so you can change your adult diaper.  I imagine I would be able 
to watch an entire football game while drinking a six-pack or two 
without once getting up once to take a whiz._ 

    ###

    Amy's heart was pounding and her pussy was wet by the time she 
finished reading the long-winded ad.  She jotted down the phone 
number on the back of an envelope and shoved the envelope back in her 
purse.

    Forgetting all about using a toilet slave, she left the club and 
hurried home.

    She arrived home shortly after 8:00 PM.  Her panties were soaked 
from thinking about being used as a cum-sponge all the way home.  She 
dropped her purse on the sofa and picked up the phone. 

    Then she set it down.  Could she really call a total stranger to 
offer herself up to him as his sex toy for a weekend?  While she had 
sold herself at the club's slave auctions a few times, calling a 
total stranger cold was a little scary.  But this was too good to 
pass up.  She picked up the phone again and dialed the number.  

    A man answered the phone, "Hello?"

    "Uhm, hi!"

    "'Hi,' to you too!  Who's this?"

    "I'm Amy.  I, er, saw your ad at _Edge Play."_

    "My ad?"

    "Yeah, for a cum-sponge?"

    "Oh!  _That_ ad!  I posted that _months_ ago; I figured it got 
taken down by now." 

    "It's still there.  And you are?"

    "I'm Brian.  So you think you might want to be my cum-sponge?"

    He didn't sound so dominant, and Amy was feeling hesitant again.  
"I guess so," she answered.

    "Well, okay.  When do you want to do it?"

    "I don't know.  Any time I guess.  Whenever is good for you, I 
suppose."

    "How about now?" he asked.

    "Now?  I don't know.  It's kind of late, and I don't know if I 
want to go back into the city."  

    "I see.  Well, some other time then..."

    "Wait!" Amy blurted.  "Do you live in the city?  Maybe I could 
come over tomorrow?"

    "Er, I live in Jersey, up in Bergen County.  You?"

    "I'm out on Long Island.  I can take the PATH to Hoboken if you 
can pick me up at the station."

    They agreed on a time and where to meet.  

    The next morning, Amy packed a change of clothes in a small 
satchel and boarded the LIRR into Penn Station in Manhattan.  From 
there she boarded a PATH train to New Jersey and rode it to the end 
of the line at Hoboken.  

    She came up out of the portal onto the sidewalk and looked 
around.  

    Her heart was pounding again at what she was about to do, and she 
nearly jumped out of her skin when someone said, "Amy?" 

    She spun around to see a tall guy with brown hair and glasses.  
He was wearing a bright yellow tee shirt that said, "I came on 
Eileen" in dark red letters.

    "Hi!  Brian?" she asked.

    "Yeah.  So, uhm, you ready?"

    They walked around the corner and stopped in front of an old 
1950's era Ford Thunderbird.  The glossy paint was dark green with a 
narrow yellow stripe running up along the front door seam across the 
hood and back down the other door seam.  It also had the number "2" 
panted in white on the back fenders, and had the strangest looking 
rear spoiler that looked a lot like a row of square jet engines.  

    Amy commented, "Ford Thunderbird, huh?"

    "Yeah!  You can say I'm a Thunderbird fan."  He opened the door 
for her and she got in.

    She tossed her satchel into the back seat and sat in the car.  He 
got in the driver's side, popped a tape into the stereo, and drove 
off to the sound of _Cass Carnaby Five_ playing their hit single, 
_Dangerous Game._ 

    Traffic was light as he drove cross streets and got on Route 78 
to the Pulaski Skyway through Jersey City.  Then he got on the Garden 
State Parkway and headed north.  A few minutes later, he got off the 
Parkway into a residential area.  He turned into a development of 
small houses and after a bit of meandering, turned into a driveway 
and pulled into a garage next to another old Ford Thunderbird, 
numbered "1."  Thunderbird 1 was painted silver, and had a small 
rocket-like nose cone welded to the hood. 

    Amy followed Brian into his house and into the living room.

    "Well," he said.  "Here we are."

    "Yeah, here we are.  So what do you want me to do."

    "Wait here a sec," he said and went off down a hallway.  He 
returned a few minutes later with a larger Tupperware box.  Opening 
it revealed a box of adult diapers and a leather harness with all 
kinds of straps, buckles, and rings. 

    "This is it," he said as he lifted the harness from the box.

    "Yeah," she answered, getting impatient with his bashful 
demeanor, "now what?"

    "Do you need to use the bathroom or anything first?"

    "I'm fine," she said, wishing he would get on with it already.

    "Then, uhm, I guess you should take off your clothes."  

    She swallowed and did as told.  She leaned over and pulled her 
shoes off.  Next, she pulled her blouse over her head.  Then she 
unbelted her jeans and let them drop.  She pulled her socks off next, 
leaving herself standing there in just a bra and panties.  

    She turned around and said, "Can you unfasten my bra?"

    "Sure," he answered as he fumbled with the hooks on the back of 
her bra.  She pulled her bra off her shoulders and faced him again.  
"You want my panties off too, right?"

    "Yeah," he answered picking up the box of adult diapers.  She 
leaned down, and pulled her panties down her legs and kicked them to 
one side as he opened the box and handed her a diaper.

    Standing before him completely nude, she asked him, "Do I really 
have to wear that?"

    "Yeah.  I'll be wearing you non-stop.  You'll be able to go to 
the bathroom without breaking us apart.  I'll only have to remove you 
once or twice a day so you can change your diaper."

    Amy wasn't too happy about wearing the diaper.  She knew that she 
could hold her pee until he let her use the toilet, but she knew that 
being a sub requires obedience, so she put the diaper on.  She hoped 
that he would also want to fuck her, and this diaper would just get 
in the way of that.

    "And you're going to restrain my hands and arms so I can't move 
or get away, right?"

    "I wasn't planning to restrain your hands, but I guess I can if 
you want me to."

    "I think you should want to," she told him.

    "Okay," he answered.  He reached into the box and pulled out two 
sets of leather wrist and ankle cuffs.  "Put your arms behind your 
back."

    She did so, and he buckled the cuffs to her wrists.  Then he 
kneeled and placed another set of cuffs on her ankles.

    "Now get on your knees," he told her.

    She suddenly realized that it would be nearly impossible to get 
down on her knees without falling with her wrists and ankles 
shackled.  With a bit of gyrating, she managed to get on her knees 
without falling.  

    She looked up at him and asked with a grin, "What next?"

    "Hold your horses, cum-sponge.  I'll be right back."  He took the 
harness and went back down the hallway for several minutes.  Her 
heart was pounding even harder than ever, and she could already feel 
her diaper getting wet as her pussy gushed moisture.

    When he returned, he was naked except for half the harness around 
his hips and the cock ring held snugly at the base of his dick, just 
as promised.  The head half of the harness hung loosely from the 
ring.  

    He stepped up to her, facing her with his cock throbbing just 
inches from her face.

    "Now open your mouth," he said.

    She opened her mouth and he stepped forward sliding his cock into 
it.  Staring into his pubic hair, she felt him grabbing the straps 
and buckling them around the back of her head.  Each time he buckled 
a strap, it forced his cock ever deeper into her mouth.  He continued 
to buckle straps, forcing his cock all the way to the back of her 
mouth, making her gag.  He buckled the last few straps forcing his 
cock down her throat, at which she started bucking involuntarily.  

    "Calm down, bitch!" he scolded her.  "You'll get used to it."

    What a sudden change in attitude!  But she could hardly hear him 
as she gasped in pain struggling to breathe.  She willed herself to 
clamp her throat muscles down on the head of his cock so she could 
stop the gagging.  Still, she couldn't breathe and she struggled to 
resist panicking. 

    Then, _gaaaaa!_  His cock was throbbing and she tasted that 
familiar gamy taste.  He was moaning and coming down her throat, 
reactivating her gag reflex even worse than before.  The pain was 
incredible and she felt like she would pass out any moment.  He 
finally spent himself and said, "Move your ass, bitch, I want to sit 
down."

    This time, she panicked.  She couldn't breathe and the gag reflex 
was uncontrollable.  She felt him dragging her by the head as he 
walked slowly backward.  He dragged her head down into his lap as he 
sat on the sofa. 

    She had managed to fight the gag reflex, but her lungs were 
screaming in pain and she was feeling so lightheaded from lack of 
oxygen.   

    "Okay, cunt," he said, "just relax and breathe."  

    The pain was subsiding and she was getting lightheaded, then she 
realized that his dick had shrunk after coming and found that she 
could now breathe through her nose.  The lightheadedness went away 
after a couple of slow, measured breaths.  

    She took stock in her position then.  He was sitting on the sofa 
and she was kneeling between his legs with her neck stretched out and 
her mouth glued to his cock.  The TV was on but couldn't recognize 
the show.  She heard someone say, "He's dead, Jim!" but didn't 
recognize the voice, and figured the he must be watching some crime 
drama.  

    Her breathing finally became regular and relaxed again, but she 
was having serious doubts about this.  "Damn!" she thought, "I wish I 
have given him a safe-word or stop signal!" 

    After a couple of minutes, the phone rang.  She heard him pick up 
the TV remote and then heard the VCR buzzing as it started taping the 
show.  He turned off the TV and answered the phone, "Hello?"

    "Oh, hi John."

    "Yeah?  The guys are going out for a bar crawl tonight?"

    "Sorry, dude.  I, sort of, have a date tonight."

    "Well, I'll tell you about her later.  Say 'hi' to the guys for 
me."

    "Yeah, bye."

    He hung the phone up and then said, "I'm hungry.  I'm going to 
stand and walk into the kitchen."

    Amy got ready as he yanked her head up while he stood, pulling 
her up by the head and neck.  He then walked slowly forward forcing 
her to crawl backward on her knees.  She can't see anything other 
than his curly pubic hair heading up toward his stomach.  Again she 
begins to breathe faster with the exertion and she starts gagging on 
his cock.

    Still, he walked and steered her head by turning his hips.  
Gradually, they made it to the kitchen.  She couldn't tell what he 
was doing since she was staring into his muff, but she heard him 
rooting through the refrigerator.  He walked a little more and heard 
him put something in a microwave.  He went back to the fridge and 
took not one, but two beers out.  _Christ!_ she thought.  _I hope he 
doesn't piss in my mouth!_ 

    A minute later, the microwave chimed and he took out something 
that smelled like pizza.  

    Then he pushed her by the head back into the living room and sat 
back down on the sofa.  

    He turned the TV back on and started watching a footbowl game.   
He started eating the pizza and sipping from the bottle of beer.  

    He lifted his legs up onto her back and squeezed her head between 
his thighs as he rested a heel on her back and then crossed his 
ankles.  

    She started working her tongue around his shaft finally trying to 
enjoy the scene.  Unfortunately, he was enjoying it too and he 
quickly got hard again.  Amy started gagging on his dick again as it 
forced itself to the back of her mouth and past her throat.  She 
started choking as he, once again, shot a wad of cum down her throat.  
Her body started bucking again and her eyes started watering as she 
was suffocating and choking on his cum.  After what seemed like an 
eternity while her lungs screamed in pain for air, his dick started 
shrinking just before she felt that she was about to pass out.  This 
time, she was able to catch her breath a little quicker and suck some 
air in through her nose a little easier than before.

    Brian seemed to get excited about something at the game as he 
jerked her head and yelled at the TV, "How could you miss that pass, 
you jerk!" 

    She heard him take another bite of pizza and another gulp of 
beer.  A commercial came on the TV and then his limp dick started 
coming in her mouth again.  But, _ghaaa!_  It wasn't cum -- he was 
pissing in her mouth!  Oh God!  Oh, gross!  

    Thank God his dick was limp; she tried to gulp his piss down as 
fast as she could.  

    "Hey!" he shouted.  "You're dribbling piss onto my sofa you 
filthy bitch!"

    Amy tried to say, "I'm sorry, Master." 

    He yelled "Oww!  You fucking bit me, you damn whore!" as he 
slapped the back of her head with his hand.  

    Amy winced at the sudden sharp pain, but remained silent since 
she couldn't talk anyway.  

    He stood and dragged her into the bathroom, grabbed a couple of 
towels, wet one, and then dragged her back to the sofa.  He wiped the 
sofa with the wet towel and then placed the dry towel on the sofa and 
sat back down dragging her head down as he sat.

    "You make me miss any of the game, and I'm really going to hurt 
you bitch!"

    Amy tried to relax with her neck stretched and her head securely 
fastened to his crotch.  His cock throbbed in her mouth almost 
continuously as he watched the game.  Time crawled by as the footbowl 
game slowly advanced.  He drank one beer, then pissed in her mouth 
again.  As the game bore on, he drank the second beer and pissed in 
her mouth yet again.  Amy thought this game would never end, but it 
finally ended when Brian jumped up, jerking her head up by the neck 
yelling, "Whoohoo!"

    He fell back down on the sofa, yanking her head back down again.  
A moment later, she heard a _pffft_ sound from under her chin and 
smelled his fart a moment later.  The stench was so strong that she 
started to cough, causing his cock in her mouth to get erect, causing 
her to choke yet again.  

    Again, he stood and dragged her backward as she choked on his 
hard cock.  She managed to catch a few breaths as he walked her to 
the bathroom and sat on the toilet with her chin resting on the cold 
front edge of the toilet seat. 

    _Oh gross!_ she thought.  _Please don't take a crap with my face 
plastered to your crotch!_ 

    He started by pissing in her mouth yet again, which she managed 
to swallow without dribbling any down her chin.  Then he farted once 
more, and then she heard a plopping sound accompanied by water 
splashing against her chin.  The stink attacked her nose a split 
second later.  He shit out another lump, and then another.  She 
struggled to keep from puking.

    Just as she felt that the urge to puke was about to overtake her, 
he stood, flushed, and wiped his ass.  

    He returned to the living room, still dragging her by the mouth, 
and sat on the sofa again.   

    He flipped channels and started watching a movie.  She sat there 
patiently through the movie with her face glued to his crotch.  
Halfway through the movie, his cock got hard again.  She was getting 
used to breathing with the head of his cock pushing itself down her 
throat, but then it started throbbing as he started moaning.  Yes, he 
began pumping cum down her throat again.  She resisted the impulse to 
gag as she swallowed his load.  Pinching the head of his cock with 
her throat muscles as she swallowed only seemed to prolong his 
coming.    

    She caught her breath as he got small again.  The movie played 
itself out, and then he stood.  

    He forced her back into the bathroom and into the shower stall.  
He leaned down and peeled the tape holding her diaper on, and pulled 
it off her and tossed it into the trash next to the toilet.  Then he 
turned on the water and proceeded to take a shower.  With her 
kneeling with her face pressed against his crotch, the splashing 
waster drenched her head and gushed down her face making it difficult 
to breathe.  Still, she managed to take in air without inhaling too 
much water.  _God!_ she thought as he took his sweet time in the 
shower, brushing his teeth, washing his hair, soaping himself up, 
rinsing off, and even shaving, the whole time.  

    She even had to piss by now, so she relieved herself, letting her 
pee mix down the drain with the shower water. 

    Finally finished, he stepped out of the shower, and then 
unbuckled the harness from her head.  

    She slid her mouth off his cock and handed her the package of 
diapers saying, "Put on a fresh diaper, bitch." 

    She didn't answer, but obediently took out a fresh diaper and put 
it on. 

    He then grabbed her hair, pushed his cock back into her mouth, 
and buckled the harness around her head again.

    The day almost over, he dragged her into the bedroom and stepped 
up to the bed pushing her back onto it.  She crawled on the bed as he 
positioned himself on his side with her head down under the covers 
with her legs spread wide open and bent at the knees with her feet 
pressing against the headboard.  Lying together so, he pulled the 
blankets up over her head and body.  

    She felt him squirm a few times.  _God!_ she thought, _It's 
fucking hot with my head under the blankets like this!_ 

    Then he lifted himself up and rolled on top of her.  She felt him 
place his pillow in her lap and rest his head back down while the 
weight of his hips pushed his cock deep into her mouth.

    She lay there under his weight trying to breathe without gagging.  
Then he started pumping her mouth.  With her head strapped tightly to 
his hips, it felt like he was trying to rip her head off.  Her neck 
was already sore from the rest of the day and this was sheer torture.  
After several minutes, he finally came yet again.  He pressed his 
cock down her throat with even more force and pumped her throat full 
of cum.  She wondered how many times a guy could cum in a day.  

    Finally satisfied, he farted into her nose, then fell to slumber.  
Then the snoring started.  She lay there awake the whole night, 
feeling crushed and straining to breathe under the weight of his 
body.  Under the blankets, his fart took a while to dissipate.  Even 
in sleep, his cock throbbed and quivered throughout the night, 
tickling the back of her mouth and once, even erupting in cum, 
presumably during a wet dream. 

    As the night dragged on, she felt the urge to pee, yet she held 
it in, not knowing if that diaper would keep her pee from leaking out 
onto his sheets.  

    Hours passed, and finally morning came.  He stirred, yawned, and 
lifted his body up by the arms, forcing his cock deep into her mouth 
yet again.  In a moment, he got hard again and soon filled her throat 
with yet more cum.

    He pulled the blankets off them, and dragged her out of bed by 
his hips.  No longer able to hold her pee in, she pissed into her 
diaper as she crawled along in front of him.  

    He walked slowly into the bathroom, pushing her along with him as 
she crawled backwards on her knees and ankles.  He un-strapped the 
harness from her head, giving her a beautiful breath of fresh air.  

    "You can change your diaper, use the toilet, and do what a 
woman's got to do," he said, "then I'll be back for you in about ten 
minutes."  

    He went off into the kitchen, and she took the opportunity to 
remove her diaper and use the toilet.  She peed a little more, 
sponged all the night's sweat off her body, and washed her face.  She 
removed another diaper from the bag and put it on just as he opened 
the bathroom door. 

    She dropped to her knees when he entered, and he strapped her 
head back into the harness, returning his cock to its rightful place 
inside her mouth.

    He walked back into the kitchen, took something off the counter 
that _clinked,_ then sat at his dining table, forcing her to kneel 
under the table with her head between his thighs.

    After a while, she felt his limp cock stream hot piss into her 
mouth again.  She swallowed it.

    A moment later, he stood, returned to the kitchen to place his 
dishes in the sing, than dragged her over to his computer desk. Now 
he sat at his computer as she kneeled under the desk with her head 
strapped to his crotch.

    He stayed there the rest of the day, occasionally getting hard 
then soft, coming once, and peeing a couple of times.  The day 
dragged on like this for hours until evening came.  

    Finally, he stood and walked back to the bathroom.  He un-
strapped her head once again.  She sighed, relieved to get a few 
clear breaths for the second time.  

    "Well," he said.  

    She looked up at him.  "'Well' what?"

    "Your 24 hours are up.  That was great, but I guess it's time to 
let you go.  I can take you back to the train."

    "What?" she asked as she stood. 

    _Man, my legs fucking hurt from crawling around on my knees all 
day!_

    She rubbed her legs for a moment then faced him and said, "Just 
like that!  It's over?"

    "What do you mean?  You want to stay my cum sponge for longer?"

    "It's up to you if you want to get rid of me, but I don't have to 
be to work until tomorrow morning.  Maybe you would enjoy me in, 
well, other ways?"

    Brian took Amy's hand and led her into the bedroom.  He sat on 
the bed, pulling her onto his lap as he sat.  He took one of her 
breasts in his hand and twiddled her nipple between his fingers.  He 
pressed his mouth to hers and they began exploring each others' 
mouths with their tongues.

    After a while, he fell back, pulling her down next to him.  He 
rolled her onto her back and climbed onto her supine body, placing 
his legs between hers.  He lowered his head down and kissed her 
again.  She eagerly took his kiss and groped inside each other's 
mouths with their tongues for several more minutes.  

    Amy knew how wet she was after this intense weekend, and she 
could feel his hard-on poking her pussy. 

    "Eat me first!" she urged.

    He crawled down her body.  Now it was his turn to bury his face 
in her crotch.  Amy moaned in pleasure as he licked all around her 
pussy.  He licked her left thigh, up across her muff, and down the 
other thigh.

    "Oh, yes!  Tease me!" she crooned.

    He moved inward, licking up and down the creases between her legs 
and her pussy lips.  Then he plunged his tongue into her cunt.  He 
licked up over her hole up to her clit and back down again.  Then he 
licked up along one side of her pussy, over the top of her clit, and 
back down the other side.

    "Oh man!  Oh man!" she screamed.  "Suck my clit!  Suck my clit!"

    He obliged and began licking her clit and then sucking on it, 
sucking it into his mouth.  

    Amy never came so hard!  She bucked and quaked as Brian held her 
clit inside his mouth with his powerful suction. 

    Amy caught her breath as Brian crawled back up her body, poking 
her pussy with his cock once again.  She reached down and pulled his 
ass down, letting her impatience get the better of her.  She felt him 
poking, trying to get it into the hole, and then he slid into her.  
She had a talent of her own -- she squeezed his cock with her pussy 
muscles so tight that he let out a "yelp" of pleasure.  She continued 
milking his cock with her pussy and it didn't take long for him to 
explode into her, surprising her that he could come again and again 
over the past two days.  

    After Brian had spent himself, Amy said, "It's _my_ turn now!"

    "What?" Brian asked as Amy pushed him onto his back and climbed 
on top of him.

    "Yes, my turn!  Good night lover," she said as she gave him a 
quick kiss and draped her head over his shoulder next to his, and 
closed her eyes.  

    Exhaustion had its rewards as she fell asleep almost immediately 
on top of him as he stroked her back with his hands.

    They woke together the next morning, so they repeated their 
performance.  

    Again, Brian crawled down under the covers and teased her all 
around her pussy until she couldn't stand it any more and she bode 
him to suck her clit.  As before, he sucked her clit into his mouth 
bringing her to climax so fast she could hardly believe herself.

    He climbed back up and jammed his hard cock into her wet pussy 
and came one last time before they had to get up to leave.

    Brian's alarm clock rang out at 8:00 and they both hurriedly 
dressed.  Amy realized that she should have planned better and given 
herself the time to take a shower in the morning.  But she settled 
for a sponge bath and putting on her change of clothes out of her 
satchel that she brought with her.

    Brian led Amy back into Thunderbird 2, and he drove her back to 
the PATH station in Hoboken.  

    Brian stopped the car, saying, "It was sure a fun weekend, Amy!"

    "Yeah, it was pretty good.  I hope this wasn't the last time 
you'll want a cum sponge."

    "No, I hope it wasn't the last time."

    "Good!  You have my number."  She gave him a quick kiss before 
she exited the car and hurried for the train to work.

    - END -

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