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From: Peter Principle <peterprin@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} A Longer Answer (FM) {Peter Principle}
Date: Sat, 27 Sep 2003 21:10:03 -0400
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Copyright 2003 (c) by Peter Principle
Peter Prin (at) Yahoo (dot) com







The Longer Answer

She had caught him by surprise and he was tongue-tied, which was a
phrase that was entirely at odds with this particular context.  His
mouth had been all over her body, savoring, being especially
preoccupied with the silken core between her legs.  He was swooning
from the taste and the scent of her musk.  Her juices covered his face
and invaded his mouth and his nostrils and his soul.  Her thin inner
labia had gloriously plumped and were splayed wide by his tongue,
glistening wetly, yawning at the bottom to offer her crinkled entrance.
 Her clitoris jutted proudly at stiff attention.  Its glassy pink tip
peeked from the surrounding fleshy folds, and she gasped and squeaked
and squirmed her hips when his tongue slathered against it.

They were both gluttons.  His tongue, his mouth, his nose, his mind
couldn't get enough.  Here and there, up the outside of one slick lip
and down the other.  Delicately tracing her folds and ridges.  Probing
into her succulent heat.  An upward slash through the center and
climbing her stiff twig as his hands held her buttocks and he heard the
delight in her throat.  "Use your fingers," she exhaled to him, and two
entered the play.  Fingertips found the rough patch of her g-spot while
his pursed lips paid homage to her swollen clitoris with long, gentle
sucks that triggered throaty growls.  He was overwhelmed at his
newfound discoveries, torn between lingering at one and searching for
another.  She had aroused him intensely.

"Tell me," she asked, "tell me how you would describe my pussy."  She
was unselfconscious in the way she held her thighs apart as she gave
herself to him, her heels resting on the back of his thighs, her hands
softly on his head, her hips undulating an echo to the rhythm of his
mouth.  He couldn't speak his thoughts.  Magnificent.  Incredible. 
"You're lovely," he could only manage.  Delightful.  Intense. 
Overwhelming.  "I love your taste."  She was a feast to him, a
paradise.  He rejoiced in how she blossomed from his caresses, how her
clitoris grew from a hidden secret into a playful, greedy morsel with
its siren call.  "I love your scent."  Did she worry about her scent? 
Oh God, had he said the wrong thing?

Her scent, her taste, the sight of her, her noises, all made him wild
with desire.  "You're wonderful."  He adored the way she opened herself
to him.  He adored the way she climaxed, with a rapid escalation of
shallow gasps then long seconds of breathless suspension as she surfed
her crest.  He ached for the inevitable plunge of his ready flesh
inside her, his bulbous cockhead first greeting that stiffened playmate
before nestling between those fattened crimson labia that stood guard
at the portal, deep into her heat, their eyes locked together.

And when he was finally there, after they had shifted and adjusted to
get him fully snugged into her warm silk, her wide eyes knew that his
release was near.  "Let it go," she told him, and he did.  His knees
dug into the mattress, his hands pulled down on her shoulders and he
pressed his weight forward, and her mouth opened with an O of
recognition at his throbbing pulses.  "Yes," she whispered at each
tribute, nibbling back with her inner muscles.  "Yes.  Yes.  Yes."

"I want you," he told her, when he had regained his voice.

"I know," she replied, her fingers playing in his hair.  "I know."


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