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The Gathering
By Paris Waterman


Chapter 41 - Rosa Gets Her Nipples Pierced


10/19/99

Rosa bit into her doughnut and grimaced with the knowledge that
although the doughy morsel was delicious, it wouldn't do either her
figure or her heart any good. Rolling her eyes, she swallowed it with a
gulp of coffee, managing to spill some that dribbled in a thin line
down her chin.

"Christ, I'm not very lady-like this morning, am I?" she asked
herself as she wiped her chin with a napkin. "What the hell, after
being with the Rourk's and those super-hung guys the other night my
hands are still not steady."

Still, she laughed to herself as she disposed of the doughnut,
reflecting that her pussy was still sore after the marathon fuck-fest
that she and the others had had at the Rourk's. She laughed again as
she recalled fending Dutch off last evening. 'Now that was a
first,' she thought, remembering his hands being all over her and how
she had resisted his best efforts, pleading soreness for the first time
in their relationship and persuading him to accept a blowjob instead.

'He was a prince among men' she told herself. 'With a cock that
was  . . . stupendous? Well, what could she say about him and/or it? It
was a magnificent weapon, if indeed it was a weapon.'

Feeling randy for the first time since the orgy, she waltzed into the
office, ignoring the stares of the boorish guys already at their desks
and sat down at her desk and began to thumb through the pile of
prospective clients that might or might not be dropping by or calling
in that day.

Soon she was lost in the mundane activities of the realty business.
Cynthia, the receptionist at the office, came in late as usual, with a
loopier than normal expression on her face. She looked as if she had a
secret and it was a good one.

Rosa noticed this right away, but had no time to waste wondering, she
guessed it might be an illegal substance of some kind, but really
didn't care all that much, she needed to sell a property and soon if
she were going to win the latest contest among the sales force.

Some forty minutes passed and after hanging up the phone with a good
prospect, Rosa took a good look at Cynthia.

"All right, I can tell that you're dying to tell me something. What
is it?"

"I got another one," she giggled inanely.

"You got another ---?" Rosa made an awkward hand gesture, waving it
as if to say --- What?"

Cynthia put thumb and forefinger together, as if gripping a needle and
thrust forward. "A piercing," she said in a loud whisper.

How was Rosa supposed to notice? The girl already had both ears pierced
to the hilt, not just the lobes, but all up around the outside of the
ear, with a little gold circlet for each hole. And, inevitably, there
was a faux diamond stud in her nose, which Rosa hoped Cynthia would
live to regret. Because barring an overdose of Ecstasy, or a losing
bout with some STD, Cynthia would wake up and find herself a
fifty-year-old woman with fallen arches and varicose veins and a
fucking ring in her nose.

She studied the girl. What had she added? Nothing in her eyebrows . . .
God, not a tongue stud?

"Not your tongue," she said, and Cynthia extended the organ in
question and no, it was whole and untouched, and from their past sexual
dalliances it was just the least bit provocative.

"Okay I give up," Rosa said.

Cynthia giggled, and yanked down the front of her scoop-necked blouse;
exposing two plump and pert breasts and one of them had a gold stud in
the nipple.

Rosa looked around in alarm, but no clients were in the office at the
moment. Rosa knew that could change at any time and told Cynthia, "My
office, now and close the damn door."

Cynthia calmly tucked her treasures away and went into the office and
after Rosa entered, closed the door.

"When did you ---?"

"Friday, right after I left here."

"How the hell ---?"

"I know, I know," Cynthia said, "I didn't think I could go
through with it. I thought, oh shit, this is gonna hurt like a
motherfucker. But it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be."

"But why?"

"Well she puts ice on it first, and that numbs it up a little, and
---"

"No, that's not what I meant. Why do it? Why even have it done?'

Cynthia appeared to have a problem with Rosa's question. "I don't
know," she said, "I've been wanting to do it for ages. And I
heard about this woman, that she's really, really good, and like the
person to go to if you're serious about piercing."

"You're not concerned about infection?"

The girl gave Rosa a dumb look. "I never had any problems before."

"But the location . . ." Rosa found herself thinking about Kathy
and how close she was to wanting to do something similar and made a
mental note to talk to her about it.

"You just turn it once a day," Cynthia prattled on, "same as with
an earring and, you know, put alcohol on it. It's easier than the
earrings 'cause you can see what you're doing."

She let it go at that, but later, just before closing, she told Cynthia
she still couldn't understand why she had this urge to get her nipple
pierced in the first place.

"It's exciting, Rosa. It's like this secret thing. It's like a
sex secret."

"I see," obviously Rosa did not, but felt she had to respond.

"Plus," Cynthia went on, "It's just plain hot."

"Like a turn on for all the guys?"

"Probably . . . but what I meant is that it's . . . " she paused
and brought her fingers to her breast, "You know how it feels when
someone plays with your nipple and it gets hard? Or when you do it
yourself?

Rosa nodded.

"Well, that's how you feel all the time."


***

Rosa was at a stage in her where from which she didn't want to miss
anything. Now that she had met Dutch her sex life was soaring to new
heights. They had tried it with another couple -- Alice and Robert;
they had seduced Cynthia during one of Dutch's office visits --- well
it was more like inviting her to join in with them. And the others:
Doctor Sharon and her nurse; and Molly; and picking up that poor woman
who was murdered later the same night; and Marilyn, Dutch's ex-wife .
. . doing her under the table . . . and so much more.

Cynthia had said, "That's how you feel all the time," and those
words had provided a jolt to Rosa's loins --- almost as though Dutch
had licked her there. Her horniness was almost overpowering and she was
tempted to seduce Cynthia then and there.

But her sense of survival warned against it. Too many people nearby,
anyone of whom might walk into her office, which she was not allowed to
lock.

And so it was that she began to think about it. Why shouldn't she get
her nipple pierced?
How painful could it be? If she didn't like the result, she could
take the ring out and let the nipple heal. And if it really had you
excited all the time . . .

Minutes later she had made an appointment with the woman who had done
Cynthia's piercing and left the office, ostensibly to meet with a
client. Cynthia was so overcome by the situation that she couldn't
refrain from teasing her pierced nipple and was forced into the stall
of the ladies room to masturbate in order to calm down.

***

Rosa didn't have to travel very far, perhaps 5 city blocks before
reaching the building where Cynthia had gotten her piercing. She was
surprised to see it was an apartment building and then told herself
that piercing was not that big a business and why couldn't one do it
from home?

Rosa was buzzed in and rode the elevator to the fourth floor. A woman
about Rosa's age answered the door and extended her hand.

"I'm Nicki," she said with a slight smile.

"Rosa," Rosa said accepting her hand and finding it smooth and
firm, shook it twice and released it. "Pleased to meet you."

"You, err, were recommended by Cynthia Bongiavano?"

"Yes, she . . . she's an employee of mine. I sell real estate."
"You two don't appear to have a lot in common . . . taste wise, I
mean, fashion type, age and of course I expect you ear a great deal
more than she."

Rosa chose to ignore Nicki's opening and said, "How is it you
don't have any piercings?" And, when Nicki put a finger to an
earlobe in reply, "Besides that. I mean, everybody has pierced
ears."

Nicki gave her that slight smile again and said, "The others don't
show."

"Your nipples? You've done your nipples?"

"Would you like to see?"

Once again there was the slightest smile on Nicki's full lips, and
Rosa sensed that the woman was playing with her. She knew that she
could resist, or she could let herself be played with. And what on
earth would resistance gain her?

And so, she nodded.

Nicki reached behind her neck, unfastened a clasp, and let the white
shift fall to the floor. She stepped out of it, and she was the same
golden brown color all over. Rosa was sure that some of the color came
from the sun, because she could almost smell the sun on Nicki's skin.


The woman's figure was exquisite, slim at the waist, just full enough
at the hips to be feminine. Her breasts were as firm as a girl's and
of a size to fit the hand, and both nipples were pierced, sporting gold
studs identical to the one's in her ears.

Rosa felt lightheaded, felt a tingling in the palms of her hands and
the soles of her feet. She had never been so moved by the physical
beauty of another human being. She felt foolish staring at her like she
was, but sensed the woman was willing to be stared at. This was
confirmed when Nicki raised her arms over her head and pirouetted
slowly around, like a slave girl displaying herself in an Eastern
market.

Nicki had no body hair at all. Not on her legs, nor under her arms, not
at her crotch. There was the faintest trace of sun-bleached golden down
on her arms, but that was all.

"I'd recommend studs," Nicki said, touching her own for
illustration. "Certainly at first and for general wear. They don't
show until you want them to. And you can always switch to hoops for
special occasions. Do you like the way they look?"

Rosa's mouth was dry and it took a second for her to work her voice.

"Very much."

"There's more, if you're interested."

"More?"

"More piercings."

But she'd seen the woman, front to back, top to bottom. How could
there be more piercings?"

'Were there tongue studs?' She thought, 'but wouldn't she have
noticed it? And wouldn't she have simply stuck out her tongue?'

She thought for a second, 'No it wasn't a tongue stud, it
couldn't be.'

"Are you interested?'

Rosa nodded.

"You have to say so. You have to ask to see it.'

"Please," she said.

"Please what?"

"Please show me."

Nicki backed up, sat down on a carpeted ledge, a pillow beneath her
bottom. She opened her legs to reveal gold hoops half an inch in
diameter affixed to her labia. The sight was not a complete surprise
for by this time Rosa had guessed what she'd see and where she'd
see it. But there was something so intimate about the display that
emotion flowed over her like a wave. She thought she might cry, or cry
out.

"Rings," Nicki said, "because studs would sort of get lost here.
And so you can do this."

And she took a ring between each thumb and forefinger and opened
herself up.

Rosa stood there. Her heart was pounding, tolling like a bell in her
chest.

"Go ahead," Nicki told her.

Rosa sank to her knees and gingerly started running her hands over
Nicki's bronzed thighs eventually closing in on her pussy. The seated
woman barely stirred at the touch. In an almost desperate move to
elicit a positive reaction, Rosa lightly brushed across Nicki's clit
causing her to draw in her breath in a delicate gasp. Having restored
her confidence, Rosa worked her middle finger between Nicki's ringed
labia reveling in the familiar heat of a woman's loins.

Nicki's legs moved further apart.

The finger delved inward, rubbing against the inner walls, skimming
against the wetness that was increasing with every passing moment.

"Does that feel all right?" Rosa asked with some concern.

"Another finger would be nice," the woman said calmly.

And a second finger followed the first.

They stared at one another briefly and when Nicki smiled that slight
smile once again, Rosa doubled the pace of her thrusting.

Nicki's hips gave an involuntary lurch toward Rosa and then began
moving in rhythm to her thrusts. An almost inaudible grunt passed her
lips and her smile grew wider.

Rosa withdrew both fingers from her center and pushed Nicki's legs
further apart and then bent her face into her cunt, licking long and
lasciviously along each of Nicki's larger lip, making sure she tugged
lightly on each ring in turn.

"You're all I had hoped you would be," Nicki gasped.

When Rosa looked up she saw the woman biting her lower lip, as if
willing Rosa to do the same down below.

Rosa did bite her then and felt her entire body quiver with delight.
And after hesitating briefly she bit harder and quickly changed
tactics, sending her loving tongue into Nicki's slit and licking
round and round, tasting the woman's juices as they began coating her
tongue.

She kept licking and sucking on the woman's pussy, almost overwhelmed
by her taste. It was the most exquisite pussy she'd ever had and she
wasn't sure if she would ever get enough of it.

Nicki shuddered and groaned as Rosa's tongue flicked her clitoris.
And she cried out when Rosa's fingers caressed a breast before
closing down on her pierced nipple. Rosa's mouth descended upon the
cunt in front of her and covered it in its entirety, sucking
voraciously upon it.

Nicki bucked up at her, her hips taking on a life of their own as they
rose to meet each deep swipe of Rosa's tongue. Rosa knew the woman
was enjoying the fact that she was proceeding at a pace that would
ultimately provide her with a stupendous orgasm and would in all likely
hood do the same for her.

"You're my angel!" Nicki moaned and clamped her thighs tightly
against Rosa's ears.

"Ease up!" Rosa cried out and Nicki immediately forced her thighs
to relax somewhat, willing herself to hold off her pending release.

Grateful that her head was no longer in a vise-like grip, Rosa
concentrated her efforts on Nicki's protruding clit, sealing her lips
around it and pulling on it, over and over and over. Nicki's arms
began to jerk up and down as she started to lose control.

Her face a grimace of lust, Nicki cried out, "I'm tryin' to hold
back . . . please don't get me there to soon."

"But you're so hot!" Rosa managed after releasing the stiffened
nub for a second.

"You think you're hot!" Nicki snarled as she pulled hard on her
nipple piercing, stretching her nipple out and additional inch. "Oh,
God . . . I'm so fucking  . . . you are good! You are so fucking
good!"

Rosa took her to the very brink of orgasm and then backed off until she
felt Nicki's tension ease somewhat and then she began again, pressing
her hips down, sliding a finger into her and seeking out her "G"
Spot and circling the area as Nicki's orgasm built up to the point of
no return.

The room was filled with one long, continuous moan, coming from
Nicki's taut vocal cords. Nicki's whole torso vibrated each time
the finger reentered her cunt - each time Rosa's tongue licked her
tuning fork of a clitoris.

Rosa intensified her efforts.

Nicki's head was now rocking from side to side. Her eyes were open,
but unfocused.

"Come for me, baby," Rosa cooed and smacked Nicki's pussy with
her hand.

"Come for me, baby," she repeated and again smacked the pussy, this
time a little harder.

Suddenly Nicki's whole body arched off the chair and she screamed out
in delirious joy as she gushed a piss-like stream from her cunt
directly into Rosa's face.

Nicki trembled, groaned and tried to breathe, taking short gasping
gulps of air. And when Rosa clamped her mouth to Nicki's pulsating
pussy in order to capture the remaining juice spurting at her, a second
climax took Nicki and slammed her back into the chair, breaking the
suction of Rosa's mouth upon her. Rosa climbed into her lap and held
her close, stoking her face, shoulders and arms, helping Nicki to calm
down and sink into a rapturous state of sexual bliss.

Rosa took a moment to admire the woman and the sexual flush residing in
her beautiful face and the halo of hair spilling over her shoulders
before kissing her on the lips.

They remained in place, allowing the sensations of Nicki's orgasms to
defuse.

				****

Afterward, Nicki made coffee and they talked about themselves. Actually
Rosa did most of the talking and when some forty minutes had passed
Nicki smiled that peculiar smile of hers and motioned for Rosa to stand
and led her into the next room where the piercing was to be done.

To Rosa it looked like an operating room, with white walls and a white
tile floor. There was a padded table and a high-backed chair. There was
a shelf of books and a copy of Gray's Anatomy open on top of a small
metal cabinet.

Rosa undressed in this other room, her eyes averted for some reason as
Nicki donned the white shift again. Rosa could have left her slacks on,
but she took everything off, blouse, bra, slacks and panties.

And then waited for Nicki to indicate where she was to sit, but the
woman made no sign. Just as a puzzled frown formed on Rosa's face,
she noted that the far wall was curtained and something made Rosa ask
what was behind the curtain.

"Sometimes it's difficult to keep oneself still," Nicki said as
she sorted in a carton for various implements and lotions she would be
using, "Fear, pain, excitement --- one moves, and its better not to
move."

"I can keep still."

"Then too, sometimes it's better to be able to let go." That
said, Nicki drew the curtain and behind it stood a black metal frame in
the shape of an X. There were wrist and ankle cuffs attached to the
four arms of the device.

Wordlessly, Rosa backed up to the device and allowed Nicki to fasten
the cuffs. Nicki added a hood a moment later and Rosa's mouth was
covered preventing her from crying out. Only then did she realize
she'd forgotten to tell Nicki which nipple to pierce.

Worse, Nicki hadn't asked, so it would be her choice. Suddenly all
the tension that had mounting up in Rosa dissipated. She was calm and
without fear.

Then Nicki was touching the tips of both breasts at once. Rosa found
her touch feather light. Both nipples were already firm and fully
extended and a pleasant tingle went from the aureole to her dampened
pussy.

The touching finally stopped for a moment and then Rosa felt Nicki's
mouth descend on her left breast and then the right. Making her choice,
Rosa thought and her body flushed as she thought, "And I didn't."

Nicki chose the right breast and a moment later, Rosa felt fire there;
and then realized that it was really ice. "Odd," she thought,
"how you could mistake one sensation for its opposite, cold for hot.
Odd, how the ice, numbing her nipple, sent a current of energy coursing
through the rest of her body."

Something brushed her nose. It had the scent of oranges. Then she felt
the sensation she had planned to steel herself against and forgotten to
do. And Nicki was sending the needle through her nipple. Rosa opened
herself up to the sensation, thinking, "God, it was too much," and
just as quickly told herself, "but no, it was not too much. It's
only pain."

Suddenly the hood was off and Rosa could look down and see the gold
stud that had been thrust through her right nipple. There was a little
gold bead showing on either side.

Through a kind of mind fog Rosa heard Nicki asking how she felt.

It took her a moment to realize that she could now speak. "Good,"
she said. "What was the orange for?"

"To stick the needle in, otherwise I might stick myself."

"Oh."

Nicki leaned close and kissed the other nipple.

"Do that one too," Rosa said knowing she would come with the touch
of the needle.

Before her mouth was covered she managed to speak again. "No ice this
time."

***


Afterward they adjourned to Nicki's bedroom, and Nicki demonstrated a
style of cunnilingus Rosa had not thought existed. Nicki's mouth was
on hers, moving hot and wet and all the pent up emotions Rosa had held
in check the entire day roared to the surface and she was writhing
under Nicki's magnificent mouth and fingers.

It took some maneuvering, but Nicki managed to seize her breast and
pressing her face into it, covered it with her mouth.

With the first suck on her tit, Rosa's orgasm erupted. She was barely
conscious of Nicki's thigh pushing her legs apart. She would have
gladly spread them on her own, but hadn't thought to do so. But the
pressure of Nicki's thigh on her crotch heightened her climax and
when she ground her hip into Rosa, Rosa cried out, "God, Yes!"

"Is this to rough for you?" Nicki asked.

"No, I'm coming already! Do you believe . . ."

"Oh, I believe, all right. Keep coming as much as you want,
sweetie."

"Oh, yeah, Oh, yeah!"

Nicki paused for a moment and reached over to the bedside table for a
tube of lubricant.

"Have you ever been fisted Rosa?"

"I . . . I . . . NO!"

"I think you might like a good fisting. Let's try it shall we?"

Rosa bit her lip and closed her eyes as Nicki drizzled the jelly into
her cunt. A little to start and then she was swirling her fingers
around the labia and mouth of her opening. Making certain she covered
the entire area, missing nothing.

As Rosa's climax began to recede, Nicki began rubbing the jelly onto
her clit and the rush renewed itself. And when Nicki's fingers
entered her, Rosa experienced no noticeable problems as she had taken
four fingers many times with Alice and of course even Dutch and her
own, but when Nicki slid her thumb in she grunted with some pain and
Nicki kept her hand still for several minutes, nuzzling her breasts and
kissing her on the lips.

Rosa tried to be of help and spread her legs wider, as far as she could
without physical discomfort. Nicki began fucking her again, pressing
down on Rosa's thigh with one hand while the other continued to glide
in and out of her.

Nicki paused to add more of the jelly and then went back to fisting
Rosa, urging her hand in a little further with each thrust. Her hand
was getting closer to the knuckles now and Rosa was groaning from both
pain and from the steady orgasm that surprisingly didn't seem to have
and end.
She could hear Nicki's heavy breathing, no doubt caused by the
exertion involved in the fisting itself, she wanted her to go faster
and thought that would intensify the stage of her current orgasm to yet
another, higher level. But Nicki went slower and slower.
Then Rosa heard Nicki trying to coax her to do something. She strained
her ears and then understood what Nicki was whispering.
"You can do it, Rosa . . . come on, relax. Let me in. Let me all the
way in."
"What can  I . . ." Rosa started to say, but was interrupted by a
gasp of frustration from Nicki, followed by, "C'mon, open sesame,
baby, open sesame!"
"I can't . . .tryin' . . ."
"Relax, Rosa, just relax," Nicki cooed in her ear.
"Open way wide for me," Nicki whispered as she added even more of
the lubricant to Rosa's cunt and her own fist.
Rosa grimaced, but remained stoically silent. It was Nicki who was
grunting with effort, pushing, pushing, pushing as Rosa silently
twisted under her hand. Suddenly Rosa felt as if she was going to pee
and knowing but yet not knowing what was happening, tried to pee as
Nicki rammed her fist into her.
Suddenly Nicki's hand slid into her with a quiet sucking noise, and
the pain vanished, replaced by the beginnings of a fantastic orgasm
that overpowered the previous ones by a country mile.
Rosa glanced downward and was astonished to see Nicki's wrist
disappearing into her gaping cunt.

"Was I this wide open when Kathy was born," she wondered, and was
terrified that she would be torn asunder by Nicki's plundering fist.
But as the fist churned inside her, Rosa started to feel comfortable
with it, especially when Nicki began opening and closing her fingers.
The sensation was similar to that of having the hand fucking her entire
being, with sensuous sensation after sensation.
And as Rosa continued to come, she started quivering and screaming,
unable to stop. And she kept coming even after Nicki's fist had
withdrawn.
Thirty minutes later, lying on the bed again after a shower in which
Nicki had to support Rosa in the stall, Rosa's body was still
vibrating from the climaxes and dizzy from the total emotional roller
coaster ride Nicki had bestowed upon her.
Rosa lay still, enjoying the postlovemaking languor, feeling the sweat
cooling on her skin, conscious for the first time of the soreness on
the tips of her breasts. She thought of Nicki's hairless loins, and
without preamble said, "Isn't it a nuisance having to have it
waxed?"

"I do it myself."

"Really?" And she moved her head to stare at Nicki.

"It could be a nuisance, but I despise body hair.'

"I remember I was so excited when I started to get some."

"Well, I was excited when I got my first period." Nicki said. And I
was excited a few years later when I didn't get it."

"Was it a boy or a girl? Rosa asked with a smile.

"They never told me," Nicki replied somberly. "For some reason
I've always thought of it as a girl, but I don't really know.'

"I'm sorry," Rosa said and meant it.

Changing the subject, Rosa said, "I've mostly been with men. But I
like women too. I've got a man, we're engaged and I love him
dearly, but he's never going to be satisfied with one woman, so we
find other, willing partners, and as long as they are clean . . .
sexually clean, I mean, well, you know."

"You find them for him?"

"Sometimes, but not always," she giggled. "He goes to a certain
doctor, a female, and she provides many leads to others and joins us on
occasion. I've found women in bars and elsewhere that have been more
than willing to join us. Would you be interested?"

"No, that's not my style, I'm mostly by myself. When I do the
waxing, for example, I make a ritual of it, music and candlelight,
scented oils. I'll spend hours. So it's as much a pleasure as a
nuisance."

"Do you think I'm a whore?'

"No," she laughed and it had a radiant tinkle to it. "Not at all,
I will say this though, I don't do this with my clients, make love to
them I mean."

"Never?"

"Maybe three times in all the time I've been doing this. Today, for
some reason, I wanted you. I don't know why. It won't happen
again."

"If I return for another piercing?"

"I'll be happy to pierce you and that will be all that happens."

"And if I decide to have a waxing?"

"I'll be happy to provide the name of someone to you."

"I see," Her tone carried her disappointment.

Nicki kissed her lightly on the lips and said, "Alcohol on a cotton
ball several times a day. Rotate the posts once a day. Take aspirin for
the pain."

Rosa put her bra on to prevent her sore nipples from rubbing against
her blouse as she walked about the room.  When she finished dressing,
she reached for her purse to pay Nicki for the piercings.

"I enjoyed the experience, there's no charge," Nicki said with a
broad smile.

"But the studs . . . ."

"They're a gift. We won't make love again, but I will think of
you as I masturbate," she said holding the door open for Rosa, who
played back the entire afternoon as she stepped through the door.

She turned and hugged Nicki, and a searing pain tore through her body.
But Rosa ignored it as she kissed Nicki for the last time, and with
tears running down her face from the self-inflicted pain and tremendous
sense of loss she turned away and left to go home.

By the time she reached her car, her nipples were tingling with
excitement. Her pussy was dripping with excitement, but there was no
trace of pain.

***

Dutch loved her piercing. He had stared at her breasts for over thirty
minutes before taking her from behind, careful not to inflict any pain
to her breasts and didn't note the looseness of her overly stretched
cunt. Not that Rosa would have cared either way; she had discovered she
liked the pain for some reason.

In the days that followed, as Cynthia had promised, her nipples tingled
constantly sending tiny signals to her pussy. The soreness faded, but
the constant tingling remained and she was always in a state of
low-level arousal. Rosa couldn't keep her hands off herself.
Couldn't stop watching herself touching herself and once encouraged,
Dutch was only to glad to do the same to her. When they finished
fucking and lay there utterly wiped out, the tingling still
reverberated through those nipples, and she thought of Nicki and
smiled.

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