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Wicked People?

a Novelette by Varkel
Fall, 2007



Chapter 8: _Sammy and the Corduroy Belle_



When Sammy returned from Grandmother's house to his familiar home, the
silence in the house astonished him.  How had he never noticed it 
before?

On the second day back, when Adelaide called him into the den, Mabel,
the ancient housekeeper, sat in her maid's uniform in the guest chair 
before the big desk.  A strange woman stood beside Mabel, a bit taller 
and much younger, reminding him of Leila Strump.  With dark hair swept 
into a bun behind her head, she was stout with the big bosom that Sammy
had learned meant plenty of sweet tit.  She wore the same maid's skirt 
and apron as Mabel.

His mother said, "Sammy, I want you to meet our new housekeeper, Kate.
Kate, this is Sammy, my son."

A housekeeper needed no _ma'am_.  The lad said solemnly, "I'm pleased to
meet you, Kate."

"Nice to meet you too, Sammy," said the woman with a smile.  "I'm 
looking forward to helping you grow up."

"In Kate's last employment," his mother explained, "she helped raise 
three boys, so she's well qualified."

Until this year Mabel had often snuck cookies and milk to Sammy's lonely
bed when he was confined to atone for some boyish mischief.  Now he 
smiled brightly at the old woman and said, "Maybe Kate will help you 
too, Mabel."

Adelaide cleared her throat.  "Mabel has decided to retire, dear.  
She'll stay on this week to show Kate all her duties.  Then she's going
to live with her niece in Kentucky."

"Oh."  Sammy's smile changed to apprehension.  He rushed to the old 
woman and pressed his face to her shoulder.  "Oh, Mabel!"

Her eyes were wet.  "It's for the best, Sammy.  Kate will take good care
of you.  I'll make sure she knows everything you like."

His mother sniffed.  "It might be better for Sammy if he does his own 
fetching and carrying for a change."  She caught his arm.  "Son, I have
to spend a lot of time with the lawyers, so school won't resume this 
week.  You can return to your video games."

That was something!


* * *


Thumbs sore from exercising the game controller eventually diverted him
to another pleasure.  Millie had been the first to ...  For a moment he
couldn't recall her name for the act.  _Whack off_, that was it!  Also 
_jack off_ or _jerk off_.  He closed his bedroom door, took out his cock
and stroked it with varying grips.  Indeed it firmed up, felt marvelous
and soon spat a white stream over his desk.  Wow, jacking off was even 
better than _Spyro_!  He tried to continue but the thrill was 
disappointingly hard to recover.  He remembered from his games with 
Sherry that a boy had to wait, though not a girl.  Life was so unfair!

It was early evening.  Uncle Bernie might be home from the club.  With 
some difficulty he found Bernard D. Canfield in the phone book and keyed
the number.

"Hello," said a woman's voice.  "If this is my husband, you'll have to 
diddle yourself tonight."

In the background Uncle Bernie cried, "God damn it, Millie!"

"Millie, this is Sammy."

"Sammy?  Sammy who?  Samantha?  How dare you call me here?"

Again in the background he heard Uncle Bernie.  "Rule Number 69: don't 
do it beside the telephone."

"Actually I was calling Uncle Bernie, but you're even better."

Millie's voice sounded weaker, as if she had turned her face away.  "He
wants Uncle Bernie."

"Actually I'd rather talk to _you_."

The remote man said, "You don't remember Sammy, the lad with the 
grown-up dick?"

"Oh.  Oh!  _That_ Sammy -- my only cherry!"  Suddenly her voice was 
stronger.  "Can you come over, Sammy?  I've got just the place to put 
that sweet dick."

"Where?"

"Well, just now Uncle Bernie is up my ass.  That leaves you two choices
unless you want to get in the bum with him.  Ha, ha!  'In the bum with 
him.'  How's that for a well turned phrase, Bernie?"

The man responded dryly, "Not terribly fitting."

"Oh, it'll fit.  What do you say, Sammy?"

The lad sighed.  "I can't come over tonight."  He sighed again.  "Sure 
wish I could!"

"That's too bad.  Suppose you jack off and I tell you what it would feel
if you were here."

He said dryly, "Already did that.  May I ask you a question?"

"You want to know how a dick feels up your ass?  Lots of dicks in this 
town stand ready to show you.  Get it, Bernie: _stand_?"

Sammy overrode his uncle's response, if any.  "I learned that in 
Cleveland.  I wanted to ask why a girl can keep coming over and over but
a boy has to wait a while to do it again."

She repeated the question to his uncle, who with a rasping of hands took
over the receiver.  "Sammy, is that really you?"

"Hi, Uncle Bernie."

"Hi, yourself.  I always thought it was because a man has to gather up 
another load to shoot while a girl only has to catch it."

"Oh."

"But it's more complicated than that.  We'll have to get together so I 
can show you a trick or two.  Millie's cunt would love to grab you while
I'm up her ass.  She's already chewed me out for quitting the other 
night before she could get us both going.  Ah, how were things in 
Cleveland?  You _are_ back home, right?"

"Yeah.  It was kind of exciting."

"Really?  I'd call damn few funerals exciting."

"I don't mean the funeral.  I'll tell you all about it, I guess at 
Christmas."

"Maybe your mother will let you visit before then.  Would you like 
that?"

"Oh, yes, Uncle Bernie.  Especially if Millie's there."

"I know Millie wants to fuck you again, don't you, dearie?"

The now remote female voice said, "I like his taste too."

"Well, dearie, this one ought to have an even stronger flavor."

With a clunk someone hung up the remote telephone.  Imagining the scene,
Sammy whacked away.

The next day Mabel, trailed by Kate, asked fretfully, "What did you 
spill on your desk that was so sticky?"

"Sticky?" he mumbled disingenuously.

To his surprise the new housekeeper winked.


* * *


Sammy came awake slowly.  Morning light suffused the room through 
drawn-back window drapes.  He was lying in bed naked on his back with 
the covers thrown off and a morning stiffy standing tall in his groin --
while a woman stared from beside the bed.  He recognized Kate, the new 
housekeeper.  His hands started to conceal his privates but curiosity 
stilled them.  Did she like to look at dicks?

She said in her soprano voice, "Good morning, Sammy."

He came fully awake.  "You uncovered me?"

"Yes, I did."

"Then it serves you right."

She giggled slightly.  "Oh, yes.  If you want to see a man's full size,
catch him as he awakens.  Let me tell you, I'm not disappointed."

Her eyes lingered on the object that had failed to disappoint her.

Feeling a curious mixture of violation and appeasement, he arose and 
entered the adjacent bathroom to empty his bladder.

She called from behind him, "I've brought your breakfast."

He was supposed to sleep in pajamas and always had until he slept at 
Uncle Bernie's.  Mabel had never done anything like that.  He was 
astonished.  Kate had _wanted _to see his dick!

Well, let her.  All his other women had liked it.  He shook off the last
drops, turned around and re-entered the bedroom.  A tray of food 
decorated his desk.  He sat down before it and took up the fork.

"Don't forget your napkin," said Kate, standing to the side in full view
of his erection, just now beginning to fade.

He fluffed out the cloth as Mamma had taught and spread it in his lap.
It formed the model of a single-pole tent, one whose support gradually 
sagged.

She produced her characteristic short giggle and said, "I think it works
better than a fig leaf."

"A fig leaf?"

"Like Adam wore after the fall."

An interesting point!  "If we're going to play Adam and Eve, you should
get naked too."

"Just now you're going to eat your breakfast."

It was eggs, sunny side up, sausage links and hash browns, all tasty 
favorites.  "Mabel told you this is what I like?"

"Don't you?"

Without answering, he continued to stuff his mouth.  Mabel's tearful 
departure had occurred the night before.

She pulled up the second chair and sat nearby.  "I remind you, you and I
are alone in the house.  Your mother has business with her lawyers and 
will be out all day.  She says she'll hire you a tutor soon.  In the 
meantime I'm to take care of your needs.  What do you need?"

He gestured at the tray and mumbled around a mouthful of food, "This is
a good start."

"For example, do you want to take a bath?"

He cut his eye around at her and grinned.  "Will you bathe me?"

She giggled.  "Do you think I should?  Mabel didn't mention anything 
like that."

"Well, Mabel used to, when I was very little."

"Before your cock grew so big, eh?"

"I wasn't sure you noticed it."

"Yes, you were sure."  She leaned her elbow on the corner of the desk.
"Let me tell you a little about me."  Her eyes sought his.  "I like 
boys, especially those your age and older who can get stiff cocks.  I 
just raised three brothers, sent them off to college.  Their parents 
left them pretty much up to me.  I was a lot more than a mother to them.
I can be a lot more than a mother to you too, if you let me."

He thought about that and wondered if his guess was correct.  "Let you 
how?"

"Your mother wants to start managing those businesses she inherited.  
She says she won't have as much time for you as she did before, but I 
think she'll still keep an eye on you.  So how much I can do for you 
depends on what you want but mainly on your discretion.  Do you know 
that word?"

"It means keeping your mouth shut."

"Very good -- especially about certain things."

When he was silent, she said, "Aren't you curious about what?"

"Things that would embarrass people."

"Yes, exactly.  Sex, for example.  I know you've taken the first steps."

"You do?"

"My sense of smell is better than Mabel's."

"Jism?"

"You streak your sheets with it every night."  She giggled.  "What a 
waste!  I never let the three brothers waste theirs.  You jerk off two 
or three times every night, don't you?"

Ignoring her conjecture, which was true enough, he gaped at her.  "How 
did you stop them?"

"Stop them?  Who wanted to stop them!  I _helped_ them, of course."

"How?"

She giggled.  "For one thing, I kept them from making messes."

He stared in fascination and she giggled again.  "Are you wondering 
how?"

"Oh, yeah!"

"Mostly I caught what they pitched."

"You, you ...  From all three of them?"

"Many times all three at once."

"You mean ...  Oh, wow!"  He recalled Uncle Bernie's words about 
Millie's preference and resolved to visit him as soon as possible.

She giggled with evident pleasure.  "You like that idea, I see.  You 
don't have two brothers, but from the evidence you come enough for 
three.  We have all morning.  What shall we do with it?"

He stood up.  The napkin fell away, exhibiting his re-erection.  Her 
eyes dropped to it then returned to his.  He said, "You know what."

She giggled again.  Her tits bouncing under her clothing.  "Get a man 
naked and his interest is plain."

She toed off her slippers and stood up.  Hands behind her caused a 
zipper to sing.  Over her head went the uniform dress and attached 
apron.  She draped the clothing on his dress, unsnapped her brassiere 
and shrugged out of it, riveting the lad's eyes to the swaying breasts.
They were fuller than Leila's, bulbous and drooping, with large brown 
nipples and curious ridges on their sides.  Thumbs in the waist of her 
panty hose forced them down to her ankles.  She stepped out of them and
stood up.

"Is that a corset?" he asked, eyeing her one remaining garment.

"No, it's called a _corset liner_.  Housekeeping is an active job and a
corset would be too tight.  I put this liner on this morning because I 
anticipated getting naked with you."

That was interesting!  "But you aren't."

"Not completely."  She sighed.  "I'm afraid you wouldn't like the looks
of my stomach."

"What's wrong with it?"

"It's covered with stretch marks."

"Stretch marks?  Show me."

"They're not attractive, Sammy."

He blinked.  "What was stretched?"

"The skin."

Despite the evidence on the sides of her breasts, he could not imagine 
what she meant.  "If I'm naked, you ought to be too."

She hesitated and shook her head ruefully.  "Everything tells me to say
no, but if you really want to see it ..."

The liner was made of an elastic material.  She rolled it down, stepped
out of it and stood up, breathing deeply, face and chest blushing.

Indeed her well-rounded belly was so streaked with vertical striations 
that the navel was obscured.  His eyes lit.  "A corduroy stomach?"

She sighed.  "You could say that."

"What caused it?"

Her blush faded and she studied him solemnly.  "I'll tell you the 
reason, Sammy, but please don't tell anyone else.  Not even your mother
knows."

"I won't tell anyone."

"Birthing children."

"Children?  You have children?"

"Not I.  Nonetheless I've given birth to five of them and what's more, 
carried them to term.  You do know about pregnancy, don't you?"

"I've read about it.  And seen women in the mall with big bellies.  What
happened to your babies?"

"Have you heard of surrogate mothers?"

"I don't think so."

"Doctors can fertilize a woman's egg in a test tube and implant it into
another woman's womb to grow into a baby.  She's called the host or 
surrogate mother."

"Why would anyone do that?"

"Why does anyone do anything?  For money.  Lots of money."

"What happens to the babies?"

"They're given to their genetic parents as soon as they're born."

Sammy shook his head.  "Doesn't childbearing _hurt_?"

"It has it's uncomfortable moments, especially the last month of 
pregnancy.  I have a wide cervix, which makes it easier.  Anyway, they 
put you to sleep for the actual birth.  You're very sore afterwards for
awhile, but they take good care of you."  She smiled.  "I've put enough
money aside that I don't actually have to work for a long time."

"How old are you?"

"Thirty-eight."

"I was going to ask who's paying you to get naked for me."

"No one, Sammy.  Your mother pays me to keep her house clean and look 
after you.  That means make sure you eat and don't get hurt.  I'm naked
because I love boys, not their money."

"Like your last three?"

"Oh, yes.  And you're even prettier than they were.  I'm looking forward
to playing with your big cock for years to come, if my stomach hasn't 
put you off too much.  Shall we start by taking a bath together?"

"I want to feel it."  He came around the desk, helped her to her feet 
and stood behind her.  His erection pressed her buttocks while his hands
roamed over her belly, fondling and squeezing.

She looked down at the rippling flesh.  "Do my marks upset you?"

"There's a word for them," he murmured, "but I can't remember it."

"'Disgusting?'"

"Huh?  That's silly.  They're interesting and unk-- you-- _unique_!  
That's it."

"Not so unique.  It happens to a lot of women when their bellies stretch
for the babe inside."

"I like the way they feel.  This too."  His hands rose to her breasts, 
lifting and compressing.  He turned her body, pulled one toward him and
slurped the nipple into his mouth.

She giggled.  "Six months ago I could've given you a drink.  When you 
have a baby, they fill up with milk, even if it's not your baby."

He pressed her towards the bed.  She went willingly and lay on her back.
Her hand caught his cock.  "Let me show you what you can do with this 
besides jack off."

"In a minute," he averred.  "I'm still curious."

He knelt between her legs and to her complete astonishment, pried apart
her lower lips and applied his tongue to the urethral opening just 
beneath her clit.  She gasped and stiffened.  "Sammy!  What in the world
are you ..."

But it was obvious what he was doing -- and doing very well too.  His 
tongue circled the clit while thrills spread through her body.  One hand
rose to squeeze a breast; fingers of the other entered her vagina, more
and more fingers until the distention became impressive.

"Good god, Sammy, are you fisting me?"

Now his fist filled her cavity, plunging upward with explosions of 
pleasure, while his tongue worked directly on the clit.

"Jesus Christ!" she screamed.  "Who taught you all this?"

Of course his sweet little tongue was too busy to answer.  She squeaked
with each upward thrust of his fist.  Ecstasy spread throughout her 
body.

After a while he rose off her to study the effect.  She lay shuddering,
hands clenched at her sides, legs spread wide, head thrown back, only 
the whites of her eyes showing.

He slid over her body.  As soon as his cock entered her, her hips began
to roll in response to his thrusts.  When his thumb found her clit, her
squeaks resumed.  Her breathing became synchronized to his rhythm, 
inhaling as he withdrew, exhaling squeakily as he thrust.  Fascination 
overcame his usual imperative to ejaculate.

She was sopping wet, both from his saliva and her own production, 
suggesting that cold cream would be unnecessary.  Withdrawing fully, he
slipped easily into her rectum.  Unsatisfied with the shallow 
penetration, he thrust his arms under her thighs and raised her hips to
better advantage.

He was reminded of Play-Dough -- what an opportunity to experiment!  
Leaning back, he rested her buttocks on his thighs, reinserted a fist 
into her pussy and discovered to his pleasure that he could partially 
clasp his plunging cock through the intervening flesh.

That did it.  Now moaning himself, he released squirt after seminal 
squirt into her entrails.

He rolled off her and lay beside her, head raised on an elbow.  Her 
corduroy belly still interested him.  His finger traced out the remnants
of the navel depression while her heavy breathing subsided and she 
regained her senses.

Suddenly she rolled against him, clutching him with an arm and a leg.  
"Oh, god, Sammy, what have you done to me?"

"Just what you wanted."

"That's so true.  But how did you know?"

"I could tell you loved it."

"Oh god, yes!"  With a convulsion of her body she lowered her face to 
his groin and slurped up most of the partly erect cock.

She mouthed it for a bit but released it when she found more to say.  
"You felt your dick through me, didn't you, while you were fucking me up
the ass?"

"Yeah.  Was that a new feeling for you?"

"From only one boy.  Sometimes the brother with the smallest hand would
do that for the others.  They could knock me out too, but it took at 
least two at the time."

"I knocked you out?"

"Wrong words, I guess.  You sent me to heaven."

"What does that mean?"

"You thrilled my whole body.  I couldn't even _think_ of anything else.
I saw stars and heard bells ringing.  It was Christmas morning."

He chuckled.  "That's funny."

"You'll notice I'm not giggling.  It's something to die for."  She took
a deep breath.  "Sammy, you know I'm on probation.  I'll do _anything_ 
for you, anything at all, if you persuade your mother to keep me on."

He grinned at her.  "Just keep sucking my dick."


* * *


His cock often rose in her mouth.  He found it particularly pleasant for
her to kneel unbidden before him in the den while he played _Spyro_, 
where she would open his shorts and remove cock to mouth.  Approaching 
climax, he would pause the game and thrust into her throat.  She seemed
to relish the mouthful of flesh, engulfing the entire six inches.  
"Look," she said when he groaned to conclusion, holding her mouth open 
to display a white-washed tongue then swallowing ostentatiously.  She 
never spilled a drop.

"Were the brother's dicks bigger?" he asked once.

"A little, but not at your age.  When you're 18, I'm sure yours will be
the largest I ever tasted."

"Have you sucked off a lot of men?"

"No, dear, not a lot.  I think less than ten altogether."  She giggled.
"But I'm sure I've sucked thousands of times."

That intrigued him.  Having a mathematical bent, he produced pencil, 
paper and calculator.  "How many times a day?"

"At least once per boy per day, often more than that, like you."

"Four a day, on average?"

"Okay."

"How many years?"

"Umm.  The oldest was thirteen when I came there, the youngest eight.  
So five, eight and ten years."  She giggled.  "Of course the younger two
didn't squirt when I first started sucking them."

"They didn't?"

"When did you first ejaculate?"

He blinked.  "About a month ago."

"You see?"

He shrugged, wondering if he would have squirted at eight if anyone had
sucked his cock then.  "Five, eight and ten together are 23 years, say,
at one suck per boy per day.  Times 365."  He worked the calculator.  
"Wow, that's 8,395 suck-offs!"

She giggled.  "If you say so."

"But if you did it four times a day for three boys, I should add another
third."  His fingers flew.  "That's over eleven thousand times!"

She shook her head.  "I don't believe it.  If I caught their come that 
many times in ten years, a lot of it was in my bottom."  Her eyes looked
into distance.  "But I did swallow a lot.  I could taste it all day.  I
love the flavor of boy come, even first off in the morning."

"What's different about the morning?"

"Then it has piss in it."

"Yuck!"

She giggled.  "I like boy piss too."

"Kate, you're awful!"  He stared at her.  Suddenly he opened his fly.  
The oversized organ sprang forth.

The woman sank to her knees but looked fearfully around.  "Your mother's
in her office."

"I won't squeak."

But he did sigh with pleasure as his cock sank out of sight in her 
mouth.  He said softly, "Maybe it won't take too long for you to reach 
12,000."

He awoke the next morning with his painfully hard cock in her mouth and
thrills boiling in his belly.  In a few seconds he ejaculated.

She giggled nasally and wiped her face with the back of her hand as she
withdrew.  "Didn't you jack off last night?"

He blinked.  "No, I guess I didn't.  How'd you know?"

"If you hadn't closed your eyes you'd know how I know."

"What's that mean?"

"If you'd looked, you'd've seen it run out my nose.  You were like a 
geyser."

"_What_ came out your nose?"

"Your pissy morning come.  You shot so much it overran my throat."  Her
hand rose to cover her mouth and she sneezed.  "I should've expected 
it."

"Oh, wow, Kate!  You don't mind?"

"I told you I love it.  Now go empty your bladder and think what you 
want for breakfast."


* * *


An efficient organizer, she did her essential household chores before 
waking Sammy, saving the visible ones such as sweeping and dusting until
Adelaide returned home in midafternoon.  On the fifth morning of her 
lone attendance, after his initial "suck off in bed," as she termed it,
and subsequent breakfast, they bundled up against the autumn chill and 
loitered in the formal garden behind the big house.

"You need to exercise something besides your cock.  I'll race you to 
that far statue."

She made sure that he won, but his reserves of breath and stamina were 
not impressive.  When he collapsed on a stone bench, she sat beside him.
"I was afraid of that, Sammy.  You need a regular program of physical 
exercise."

"I do?" he gasped.

"We haven't run 200 yards.  You shouldn't be so out of breath.  At this
rate you'll grow up unable to compete with other men.  We can't have 
that."

"We can't?"

"Six years of home schooling!  Can you catch a ball?"

"I guess."

"Do you even have one -- say, a tennis ball?"

"I don't ...  No."

She nodded.  "Okay.  I'll advise your mother to buy you some equipment.
Your academic tutor arrives next week, you know.  She needs either to 
send you to a gym several times a week or hire you a phys ed tutor 
also."

He stared at her.  "Then you can't suck my dick."

She giggled.  "Not as often, maybe.  But you're getting a bit jaded with
me as it is.  Can you guess how I know that?"

"How?"

"It takes you longer to come."

"Oh."

"The question is, Sammy, what will you tell your tutors about me?"

He studied her thoughtfully.  "Are you going to suck their dicks too?"

She shook her head solemnly.  "No, Sammy.  Only yours."

His expression changed.  "You have a car.  Will you take me to see Uncle
Bernie?"

She hesitated.  "I don't think your mother wants me to take you off the
property.  I'll ask her, if you wish."

He looked away.  "I already did.  She thinks Uncle Bernie is wicked."

"Did she say that?"

"No, but I can tell."

"He isn't her brother, is he?"

"He is -- was -- my father's brother.  She says I'll see him at the 
Christmas party, as usual.  But I really wish ...  Kate, do all women 
like to have more than one man at the time?"

"I don't think most women have the chance."  She giggled.  "You do mean
fucking her together, right?"

He grinned.  "That's a wicked word."

She shrugged.  "You and I can say it to each other.  We've certainly 
fucked each other every way that male and female can.  We just have to 
avoid getting in the habit of saying fuck."

"You said you liked doing it with two, even three, of the brothers at 
once.  I can help you arrange that again."

"Who with, the gardener?"

Sammy blinked.  "Isn't he too old?  No, I mean with Uncle Bernie.  He's
about your age."

The woman chuckled softly.  "Do you know your uncle so well?  We've 
never met."

"Mother says he's very liberal.  That means free thinking, right?  He is
too.  We're going to fuck his girlfriend together the next time we 
meet."

Kate straightened up on the bench.  "Who's idea was that?"

He pondered before answering.  "I think Millie said it first."

"That's his girlfriend?"

"Yeah.  She was the first person to suck my dick."

Kate studied the guileless face beside her and took a deep breath.  
"Sammy, you worry me."

"Worry you?  How?"

"If what you've just told me is true, you have a lot to learn about 
discretion."

He sputtered, "B-but, but I'm trying to persuade you to help us!"

"So you are."  She leaned back on the bench.  The sun had risen enough 
to warm their bodies.  "And I can see why you think I might do so.  Good
heavens!"

He leaned against her.  "Kate, are you wearing panty hose?"

She snorted.  "You know I wear hose and a garter belt around you.  I 
haven't worn panties since that first morning."

"Good."  He took a gloveless hand from his pocket and passed it up under
her combination of coat and skirt.  Unerringly it settled on her labia,
caressing and tweaking.

She giggled weakly.  "I get the impression you want something."

"Mainly I want you not to worry.  I know better than to tell anyone 
about you.  If I did, I'd get another Mabel."

Kate hitched forward, opening her legs.  "Why, Sammy!  I could believe 
you're starting to like me a little."

He grunted and compressed her clitoris between his thumb and two fingers
in her pussy.  She twitched and sighed.

He announced, "What I really like is how you taste."  As he spoke, he 
slid to his knees, ducked and threw her skirt over his head.  
Immediately his hot tongue found its target.  She gasped and looked 
hastily around.  An evergreen hedge protected them from the breeze and 
concealed them from the house, at the moment unoccupied anyway.  And 
today was not a work day for the gardener.  With a sigh and a wriggle to
ease her butt cheek, she relaxed to the spreading thrill.  Soon his 
boy's fist entered her beneath his tongue and her mind departed earthly
concerns.

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