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Subject: {ASSM} The King of Lindsey Heights - chapters 1-3 (MF, oral, prost, slow)
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   NOTE TO READERS: I started this story a while ago, then let it sit after
I posted the first two chapters.  I sat down and wrote chapter 3 today, so
here is the whole story to date.  More to come.  Each chapter has a
different sexual subject, as our hero explores and displays his
multifaceted sensuality.  TITLE: The King of Lindsey Heights
SUMMARY: Jimmy Turner is divorced and starting his life over.

   CHAPTER 1 - STORY CODES: MF, oral, prost, slow

   The house was small and neat, with a fence for privacy in the backyard,
a large two-car garage, and reasonably sized rooms - just the right thing
for a single older gentleman.  I'd looked at several places, had a couple
false starts on houses I thought were better, but I kept coming back to
look at this one.  The neighborhood was decent, and the previous owners had
done some nice work updating the place to sell it.  I agreed to meet my
realtor, Jeanie Sims, there to go through it again prior to making a final
decision.  I was waiting in the driveway next to my Mustang when she pulled
up.

   "Hey, Jimmy," she called as she stepped out of her car, her smile
beaming.  She was a good salesman, and knew her presentation was as
important to the sale as the house was.  She was always tastefully dressed,
upbeat without being obnoxious, and pleasant in all circumstances.  At 5'9"
she was the same height as me, with a slender figure that I knew she toned
up with regular visits to a gym.

   "Hi, Jeanie," I said, stepping forward to shake her hand, "Shall we take
one more look?"

   "Let's do it," she answered, and walked to the door with the little
electronic device that unlocked the key safe.  She got the door open in a
minute, and we stepped inside.  I turned on a few lights and we began
wandering the rooms.  I was moving from an apartment, so the fact that many
of the appliances came with the house was a good thing.  We talked about
setting up an independent inspection, admired the newly installed wood
floors, and noted that they could have done a little better job painting
the master bedroom.

   "Okay," I said finally, "I want this one.  What do you think I can get
it for?"

   The sellers had set up a dining table and chairs in the breakfast nook,
with plates and glasses to make it look ready for a meal, part of the
"presentation" for sales purposes, and we settled at the table.  Jeanie
brought out the sales sheet for the house from a bag she carried, along
with the "comps", recent sales figures for comparable houses in the same
area.  The comps were all at about the same price the seller was asking,
but the market had taken a definite dive in the past 6 months, and I
thought I could get a bargain.  Besides, the house had sat vacant for 4
months, and I figured the sellers would be getting antsy.

   I said, "How about we low-ball them, offer $20K less than they're
asking, and see what they do?"

   "I don't think you're going to get that," Jeanie said, "Maybe we should
stay closer to the asking price."

   I was a little disappointed that I had to coach my own realtor on her
job, but I continued.  "Well, make it clear that I'm serious, but think
that the market justifies a lower price.  Tell their realtor we're open to
a counteroffer."

   Jeanie remained skeptical, but agreed to give it a try.  She said she'd
work up the offer at her office and send it to me electronically for
signature.  We walked back out to our cars and shook hands again.  I
watched her walk back to her car, noting the way her tight little ass
swayed in that skirt.  She got into her Camry and started it up, and I got
into the Mustang.

   Jeanie was cute, near me in age, sweet, and a very nice piece.  She was
also divorced, as was I.  If you're looking for divorced women to fuck,
real estate is a very good hunting ground.  So far I'd kept physical
contact to handshakes, wanting to be as businesslike as possible.  After
all, as my realtor she was my employee - I was paying her to find me a
house and negotiate the sale.  Softhearted as I am, I've always found it
difficult to give stern direction to someone I was fucking.  If we managed
this sale, I planned to change that relationship to something much more
intimate.

   I daydreamed about the possibilities there as I cranked up the Mustang
and headed back to my apartment.  Those slender legs would feel good
wrapped around my waist.  Her well-chosen perfume would definitely add to
the sensation of nuzzling her neck while slamming my cock into her.  I
wondered if she shaved her pussy.

   Those thoughts quickly went from the big head to the little head.  I
could feel my cock stiffening in my jeans.  I thought about going back to
the empty apartment and jerking off, but that just wouldn't do.  I needed
something more.  I took a cell phone out of the glovebox and dialed a
number from memory as I drove.  After a few rings, a woman answered.

   "Hi, Nora, It's Bob," I said, "Who's working tonight?" Nora reeled off a
few names, and I asked, "I'm in the car, is Eva available in about 15
minutes?"

   Yes, I am a first class pervert, with the phone number of an escort
service memorized, and an operator there who knows me.  Nora said that Eva
was free right now, and I could meet her at her apartment.  "Tell her I'm
on my way, would you please?" I asked.  Nora promised she'd call as soon as
we hung up, so we said a quick goodbye and I turned the car to head deeper
into the city.  I used the name "Bob" with them.  I was sure all the girls
used fake names, why shouldn't I?  It was really kind of silly, but it felt
like a little protection.

   I've always been a pervert.  I don't know how much of my hobby my ex
ever really knew about, but I'm sure she suspected.  It hadn't been a part
of the divorce discussion, especially after I started receiving anonymous
notes telling me my wife was having an affair and naming my competition,
but I think it was part of her decision not to try to patch things up.

   About 20 minutes later I pulled into Eva's apartment complex and found a
parking space out of sight of her windows.  More games, but keeping this
separate from the rest of my life seemed an objective worth pursuing.  Even
the phone I used was a cheap throwaway bought at a convenience store,
untraceable to me - my pervert line.

   I knocked on Eva's door, and my cock began to swell again, this time in
anticipation of Eva's lips sucking it deep into her mouth.  Eva came to the
door, checked me out through the peephole, and let me in.  She was dressed
in a big terrycloth robe, having just stepped out of the shower.  The
service insisted on the girls being fresh for their customers.  I wouldn't
have it any other way.

   Little Eva stood on tiptoes to kiss me, her robe falling open to reveal
her considerable charms.  Only 5'1", she was broad at the hips and mounted
a lovely pair of D-cup tits up top.  Her skin felt moist against me, still
warm from the steaming shower.  Sliding my hands under the robe, I cupped
her meaty ass and pulled her to me as I kissed her back, our tongues
meeting and touching between our open mouths.

   She broke the kiss and smiled up at me as she ground her belly against
my erection.  "Good to see you, Bob, how long can you stay?"

   "Not too long, babe, I still have some business to do tonight.  I just
stopped off to cure a hormone overload," I said.

   Good whore that she was, Eva understood I was just in for a quickie. 
I'd seen her a number of times before, and, though she was a sweet girl,
she knew it was a business, and the customer was always right.  "Well,
then, let's take care of that right away," she said, taking me by the hand
and leading me to her bedroom.  The room was a bit messy, but the sheets
were fresh.  Next to the bed on one side was a makeup table with a
disorganized collection of lipsticks, lotions, and bottles I couldn't
identify if I tried.  On the other side was a bedside table with drawers I
knew to be "office" supplies.  In the top drawer were the standard condoms
and lubricants.  On some longer visits she had surprised and impressed me
with the collection of toys in the bottom drawer.  I knew we'd go there
again, but tonight it was just a quick fuck.

   Eva dropped her robe to the floor and sat on the bed.  Smiling up at me
again, she said, "Let's see what I can do for you, sweet thing," in her
best southern drawl.  I knew Eva was from Tennessee, but the accent
thickened for dramatic affect when she was working.  She quickly and
expertly unbuckled my belt and had my jeans and briefs at my ankles in no
time.  While I slipped my polo shirt off over my head, she slipped my cock
into the pleasure pit just under her nose.  It had been semi-erect when I
came through the door, had stiffened further with her grinding in the
entryway, but now it sprang to full attention under her skilled tongue. 
While she worked wonders on my favorite organ, I kicked out of my loafers
and pants.  I picked up one foot at a time to pull my socks off.  Fucking
with my socks on always seemed tawdry, like old porno pictures.  Bending
over, I cupped Eva's rounded tits while she worked her magic on my prick.
She gripped the shaft with one hand, cupped my balls with the other, and
used her hand and mouth to fuck my cock.  I gently played with her nipples,
watching them harden, pulling on them with thumb and forefinger.

   "Love your mouth, Eva babe," I said, "Next time I'll stay longer and put
my first load in there."

   Eva moaned quietly on my cock.  Yes, this was a paid transaction, but
the girl definitely enjoyed her sex.  Even when she didn't, she knew that
acting like she did was part of the show.  Ready now, I put my hands on her
shoulders and pushed her away.  With her eyes locked on mine she smiled up
at me and slid back up the bed.  She lay on her back and pulled her thighs
up against her chest, opening her cunt to me.  Without looking she opened
the drawer and pulled out a condom, tearing the package open with her
teeth. I knelt with my thighs against her ass and she worked the condom
onto my cock, stroking its hardness, teasing me more with her hand, as she
slipped it all the way down to my balls.  Reaching back into the drawer,
she brought out a small bottle of lube and squirted a little into her hand.
Once again she caressed my steely erection as she lubricated me for the
pleasures to come.

   When we had more time, I liked to play with Eva's wonderful little cunt,
teasing it and fingering it until natural lubrication was enough to do the
job.  Skilled as she was, she knew to provide a replacement when the john
just wanted a fuck-and-go.

   "Now let's have some fun, sweet thing," she drawled.  I moved into
missionary position, and she took things in hand, guiding my cock to the
sweet opening between her thighs, rubbing the head between her labia to
spread some lube around, then putting her hands on my hips and pulling me
to her.

   Her head went back and her eyes closed as my shaft sank into her.  Every
inch was tight, every motion a delicious agony as I sank deeper into her.

   John Holmes I ain't, but nobody's ever complained that my 7" cock was
too short or too thin.  The lube was just enough to make everything work
without destroying the pleasure of friction, and it took me a few strokes
to get it all the way in.  I had shaved my genitals a few days before, and
after those strokes I felt the stubble on my balls pressing against her
ass.

   "MMMmmm," she moaned, "Now gimme that good fuckin'"

   Her hands were on my ass now, pulling me into her as I began to thrust.
She rocked her hips up at me, grinding every millimeter of cock I had deep
into her pussy.  I lay on top of her, those pillowy tits pressed against my
chest while I fucked my cock deep into her.  I nuzzled her neck, smelling
her fresh perfume, while her hips moved under me.  I reached around to cup
one of her ass cheeks, feeling the muscle underneath the softness. 
Reaching into her crack I teased her asshole with a fingertip.

   "Maybe next time we'll go around the world again," I whispered in her
ear.  She giggled and kissed my cheek.  I changed my motion, taking long
slow strokes, almost pulling out, then easing my full length back into her.
At the bottom of each thrust I ground my pelvis against her clit.  Just
because I was in a hurry was no reason to be selfish.

   One of Eva's hands on my ass slid between my asscheeks and returned the
favor, teasing my back door.  "Maybe next time I'll get my toys out again,"
she whispered, and we both giggled.

   I sat up, resting my weight on my ass, sliding my knees alongside her
hips.  I continued fucking long and slow.  Reaching up, I played with her
nipples with one hand, sliding the other between us to flick at her clit
with my thumb.  She reacted, and I felt the muscles inside her squeeze down
on my cock.  We both moaned, almost in harmony, which caused us to share a
smile.  I was getting close, and while I liked it when she came with me, it
wasn't a requirement today.  My hands on her thighs, I lifted her legs
until her calves were on my shoulders.  Holding her ass in my hands, I
started pounding hard and fast into her tight cunt.

   "Oh, yeah, fuck me, Bob.  Gimme some cum!  I might do it with you!" she
said in a hiss, her teeth clenched as she worked her vaginal muscles on my
cock.  I closed my eyes, my whole existence centered in the joining of
organs between her legs, and fucked her as hard as I could.  The room
filled with the sound of our bodies slapping together, my soft moans, and
her little southern voice hissing, almost in a whisper, "Yes, yesssss,
fuck, yessssssssss!"

   Finally I could stand no more, and slammed against her as the first
spurt of cum filled the condom.  Her cunt clenched harder, and I felt her
squeezing out a small cum.  Backing off, I slammed hard into her again,
then again, as following hot jets left my cock.  Finally I was finished,
and fell forward onto her body, catching my weight on my elbows, as I
kissed her mouth again.

   "Oh, that was nice, sweetie," she purred.  I rested a moment, then
rolled off her onto my back.  Eva got out of bed and hustled into the
bathroom.  I heard water running for a minute, then she came back to me
with a warm wet pink washcloth in one hand and some tissues in the other.
She wrapped the tissue around the condom and gently slid it off my
softening rod, then cleaned my genitals softly but thoroughly with the
washcloth.  When she finished she went back into the bathroom to attend to
her own toilette while I dressed.

   When she came back out she retrieved her robe from the floor and slipped
it over her nakedness.  I let her see me placing some cash on top of her
dresser.  She knew she didn't need to count it and that there would be a
pleasant tip on top of the standard fare for the ride.

   Standing in front of her I puffed out my chest, then pounded it with my
fists.  Raising my hands over my head I said, "I am a man again!  Thank
you, woman!" She laughed and gave me a "silly boy" look, then put her arm
around my waist and walked me to the door.  While she unbolted it, I bent
down and kissed the top of her head.  "Next time, baby, I'm gonna make you
scream," I said.  She gave me that look again and slapped me on the ass as
I went out the door.

   I walked back around the corner to the car and got in.  Any adult who
happened to be looking would have understood the smile on my face.  I
backed out, put it in first and eased out of the apartment complex, not
wanting to attract attention.  When I got on the street I floored it and
the turbo kicked in, pushing me back in the seat.  The quick fuck had been
more than pleasant, Eva had made me very happy as usual.  Now I had a house
to buy, and the celebratory fuck of a tall, good-looking realtor to plan.

   CHAPTER 2 - STORY CODES: Mb(13), tg, slow

   I went back to the apartment and made some dinner while I waited for
Jeanie to send me the documents to sign.  The apartment was okay, but I was
looking forward to the space and peace afforded by my own house.  A full
kitchen would be nice to work with, and my image of the cute little blonde
that lived in the apartment above mine was ruined by hearing her flush her
toilet several times each day.

   Dinner was simple, a couple pork chops with rice and broccoli, then I
settled into the living room and fired up the computer and television.  The
setup was a 50" flat screen connected to the computer and cable, so I could
sit in my lounge chair with a wireless mouse and keyboard flipping back and
forth between the net and TV programs.  I checked my e-mail, and Jeanie had
been on the ball - the offer on the house was there for me to sign.  She
had written it per my instructions, and I digitally signed the documents
and sent them back to her.  Leaving that public e-mail open, I started
checking my more private e-mail accounts.  A couple I had met with before
for a threesome had sent a note asking when we might get together again,
and I replied that I would be busy with the new house purchase for a while,
but we could get together when that was done.  He liked to suck cock, and
she liked to watch.  I got a great blowjob out of it, and it was fun
watching her rub herself while he sucked me.

   I checked my Tumblr page, reposting some pictures of cute young girls
from blogs I followed, and enjoying the shemale pics a follower had posted
to his blog.  While I was posting, there was a light tapping on my door.  I
recognized the knock, and called, "Come in, Bobbi."

   The door opened and Bobbi came in and sat on the floor next to my chair.
His real name was Robert, but he preferred Bobbi.  He was 13, about 5'2"
with a willowy slender figure.  He had long hair that could be shaped in a
feminine manner when he brushed it right.  He watched what I was doing on
the screen for a few minutes.

   "Oh, I like that one," he said, remarking on one of the teenage girls
whose picture I was was posting, a cute little brunette with very small
tits and a figure not unlike his own.  She was wearing lace panties and
matching thigh-high stockings, smiling at the camera.  "Can I stay for a
while?" he asked.

   Knowing what he had in mind, I said, "Sure, but I'm doing some business
tonight, and have to stay close to the computer."

   "Okay!" Bobbi said, excitement in his voice, and trotted off to the
bedroom.  I had a drawer in my dresser he used to keep some "special"
things, and I looked forward to his return.

   My thoughts turned back to the first time I'd met Bobbi, a year before,
right after I'd moved into the apartment.  I'd been working in the garage,
the Mustang up on jacks while I installed stiffer sway bars to tighten up
the ride.  I didn't know anyone had come in until I heard a little voice
say, "Hello." Looking out from flat on my back under the car, I could only
see a pair of slender legs and feet clad in simple flip-flops.  "Hi," I
called back, "Who's that?"

   A young boy crouched down so I could see him.  He was wearing baggy
shorts and a tank top, and had a mop of brown hair swept over one eye. 
"I'm Bobbi," he said with a smile.  "I like your car."

   "Thanks," I said, "I really enjoy it.  You like cars?" I went back to
tightening the fitting I'd been working on.

   "Kind of," he answered.  "I really don't know anything about them, but I
like the way yours looks, and I know I like men who like cars."

   I looked at him again, and he smiled at me.  His glance went from my
face down to my groin and back again.  Bold little bastard, I thought.

   "Want to help me with this?" I asked.  He crawled under the car next to
me, very close by my side, and asked, "What can I do?"

   "Here, hold this bracket right here while I bolt it in place," I said.
He took hold of the fitting, which didn't really need holding, while I
reached down to search for the nuts and bolts I needed.  I fitted them in
place, then began reaching around for the wrench I needed.  "That tool is
around here somewhere," I said, my hands searching for it.  In my search, I
grabbed his thigh right next to his balls, watching for a reaction. 
"Probably right near there," he said, giggling.  I smiled at him.  I found
the wrench and tightened the bolts.  "What's your name?" he asked.  "Call
me Jimmy," I said.

   That was the last part that needed to go in, so we crawled out from
under the car, and I showed him how to get it down off the jackstands. 
While we worked, he told me which apartment he lived in, that he lived with
his mother, and where he went to school.  We put the tools away, then I
asked if he wanted to go for a ride.  "We need to check out the
installation.  Would your mom mind if you went for a ride with me?" "No,"
he said, "she's at work until 6."

   We got in the car and headed out for a curvy section of road I knew, and
I put the SVO through it's paces, feeling the improvements in the
suspension.  Bobbi liked the feel as we swept through the curves.  As I
pushed it hard into a corner, he reached over and grabbed my thigh to keep
himself from sliding.  Coming out of the corner his hand stayed there and I
smiled at him.

   "Time to get home and get cleaned up," I said, and headed back to the
apartment.  We put the car in the garage and walked up to my apartment.  As
we walked in, I stripped my t-shirt off over my head and Bobbi's gaze took
in my chest.

   "Is your mom going to be mad at you for getting so dirty?" I asked,
pointing to the garage-floor dirt on his tank top and shorts.

   "Maybe," he said.  "These should probably be washed."

   "This way," I said, leading him into the bathroom, where the washer and
dryer were.  I threw my t-shirt into the washer, and started skinning off
my jeans.  "We can wash your clothes too."

   Bobbi stripped the tank top off, revealing a hairless little chest.  I
was out of my jeans, down to my low-rise briefs.  He hesitated a second
while he looked at me, doubt showing on his face, then unbuttoned his
shorts and dropped them to his ankles.  He stepped out of them, and I
admired the purple lace panties he wore.  His head hung, waiting for my
reaction.  I stepped close to him and put my hands on his waist.  "Very
pretty," I said softly.  He looked up at me and the smile returned to his
face.  "They're my mom's," he said, "I like wearing her things."

   My cock reacted to the sight slowly, growing in my briefs.  I knelt down
in front of him, put my hands on his slender hips, and kissed the front of
the panties.  "Sexy," I said, again very softly.  "Let's get this laundry
started, then we'll have time for other things."

   Gathering up his shorts and top from the floor, I put everything in the
washer and started it up.  We went back into the living room, me in my
now-stretched briefs, he in the sexy little panties.

   "Want to watch a movie?" I said as I turned on the computer and TV. 
Bobbi nodded and curled up on the couch, his legs under him, like a girl
would.  When the system was warmed up, I clicked through to a porn site I
liked and found a long clip of a young girl with an older man.  I started
it, then lay back on the couch.  Bobbi very obviously thought of himself as
a young girl, and the film had the desired effect.  As the couple on the
screen made out, and her clothes rapidly disappeared, he stretched his body
and moved closer to me.  His hand came to rest on my thigh, then moved
closer to the increasing bulge in my briefs.

   When the girl on screen stripped off the man's underwear, Bobbi gasped
slightly at the size of the man's cock.  He looked down at my bulge, then
slipped his hand into my shorts and grasped my cock.  "I'm kinda new to
this," he said, but his hand knew what to do.  Raising up, I slipped off my
briefs, kicking them aside.  Bobbi moaned quietly, his hand continuing to
work on my shaft.  He lay his head on my chest.  I wrapped my arm around
him and slid a hand down his back to his hairless slender ass.

   Onscreen, the girl started sucking the man's cock.  I put a hand on the
back of Bobbi's head and pressed gently down for a moment, and he took the
cue.  In a moment I felt the warmth of his mouth as it enveloped the head
of my cock.  My prick wasn't as big as the one on the screen, but it was
big enough for the little "girl" I had today.  Bobbi moaned as he tried to
take more and more of my shaft in her mouth.  I slid my hand under his
panties, caressing his ass.  He turned a little to allow me better access,
and I slid my hand in further to play with his balls.  He had a small
shaft, hardening as I played with him, but only about 3" long.  I stroked
him softly with my fingertips, then slid a finger through the crack of his
ass to tease his asshole.

   Bobbi started fucking my cock with his mouth, taking in as much of my 7"
as he could with each stroke.  I pushed the bottom of his panties aside to
reveal his hairless genitals, and continued playing with them.

   "You're doing really well, for a newbie," I said, "You suck cock like a
champ." He stopped for a minute, his hand stroking my shaft, and looked up
at me.  "Is all this okay?" he asked.  "Two things," I answered, "First,
this has to be completely secret." He nodded and said, "I swear." I
continued, "Second, we won't do anything you're not comfortable with." He
smiled at me and went back to sucking me with renewed vigor.  Wetting a
finger in my mouth, I started pressing it into his ass.  Obviously this was
a virgin passage, and very tight.  He moaned around my cock, jumping
slightly as the finger passed through his sphincter.  I started
fingerfucking his butt while he went crazy on my cock.  Very soon I was
nearing climax, and I warned him I was going to cum.  He stroked my shaft
with his hand as his mouth held still, and I pumped a load into him as he
sucked and swallowed.  I jammed my finger deep into his ass as I came.  My
hips bucked, pushing my cock deeper into his mouth with each spurt that
followed.

   Bobbi licked the last drops from my cock and lay his head back on my
chest, his hand holding my deflating cock.

   Putting my hand under his chin, I lifted his head and kissed him,
tasting my own cum on his lips.  "You're a beautiful girl, Bobbi," I said
softly.  He put his head back on my chest and sighed contentedly.

   The movie finished, and it was time to move the laundry to the dryer. 
"Let's get ourselves cleaned up too," I said, and led the way to the
bathroom.  I put the clothes in the dryer and started it, then started the
shower.  Being apartment-sized, it wasn't very big, but then neither were
we.  I stripped Bobbi's panties off and opened the shower curtain for him.
I marveled at his body.  There was no hair anywhere below his eyebrows. 
His skin was so soft and perfect.  We used the soap to wash, exploring each
others bodies as we did.  I knelt under the spray to wash Bobbi's genitals,
and he quickly got a small hard-on.  Rinsing the soap off him, I took his
whole little cock in my mouth.  His hips pushed forward, pressing it until
my lips were against his belly and balls.  I used my tongue to caress the
thin shaft, and slid a hand underneath to tease his asshole.

   I held my head still while Bobbi fucked my mouth.  Soon he was moaning,
his hips jerking.  He put his hands on my head as he thrust forward. 
Soaping a finger, I pushed it deep inside him, and his little load of cum
shot into my mouth.  He leaned back against the shower wall relaxing.

   We got out of the shower and I dried his body, then my own.  Naked, we
went into the kitchen for a soft drink.  Bobbi told me his real name was
Robert, and that he'd always felt more like a girl than a boy.  His mom
didn't understand, and didn't approve when she caught him wearing her
lingerie.

   "How 'bout if I get you some things you can keep here," I said, "You can
be a boy with your mother, and be a girl over here." He smiled at me, and
our relationship began right there.

   I was checking my e-mail again when Bobbi came back from the bedroom. 
He was wearing something similar to the girl in the photo he'd admired -
lace panties, a matching A-cup bra, and thigh-high stockings.  He'd brushed
out his hair in a feminine manner.  He smiled at me, and settled on his
knees next to my chair.

   There was a note from Jeanie in my mail.  The sellers weren't happy with
our low-ball offer, but were preparing a counteroffer.  I knew we were in
the game, and my strategy was working.  I told Jeanie that in a reply, and
settled back to wait.

   Bobbi read the mail as I replied, and said, "How soon are you moving?"
rather glumly.

   "Not for a while yet, and don't worry, we'll still get together." His
mom had come to respect our friendship.  She liked Bobbi having a male
influence in his life.  Fortunately for me, she had no idea what sort of
influence I was.  She just knew Robert was happier and doing better in
school.  I smiled down at him and caressed his cheek as he smiled up at me.

   "I'll still be your little girl, right?" he asked.  "My best little
girl," I said.  I put the keyboard aside and Bobbi climbed into my lap and
kissed me.  With an impish smile he said, "I'll show you the best" and
reached down between us to grab my cock through my jeans.  We kissed for a
while, I played with Bobbi's ass while he opened my jeans and fished out my
hardening cock.  He stroked the shaft and played with his fingertips on the
head of my cock.  I got up from my chair, taking him with me, his legs
wrapped around my waist.  Walking across the room holding him, I lay him on
the coffee table on his back, pulling his ass to the edge.  "Now I'll show
you the best," I said.

   Over many visits, I had gradually opened Bobbi's virginal little
backdoor until he could easily accommodate all of me, using my fingers and
a set of buttplugs.  I stood up and stripped off my clothes, my hard cock
sticking straight out in front of me.  From a drawer in the coffee table I
produced a bottle of Astroglide.  Bobbi reached down and pulled his panties
aside, revealing his still-hairless genitals and tight little boy-pussy. 
He raised his legs until they were almost against his chest, a now-familiar
position to him.  Getting down on my knees I used the lube to grease his
hole and my rod, then placed the head against that wonderful little
opening.

   "Oh, yes, show me the best," he said.  Taking his hips in my hands, I
began pressing forward, pushing into his narrow little ass.  He grunted as
the head advanced through his sphincter, then moaned as I slowly slid
deeper into him.  I retreated and advanced several times, until my balls
came to rest on his ass and I was completely buried in his rectum.

   "Mmmmmmm," was all he could muster in the way of communication.  His
eyes were closed and his head turned to one side, as I began to fuck his
little ass.  My one hand was still greasy with lube, and I began to
masturbate his cock, kneading it with my hand as I thrust into him.  Bobbi
held his thighs tightly with his hands, opening himself to my pounding. 
Soon we were moaning together, both of us concentrating on the pleasure
between our legs, the joining of our bodies.  The only other sound was the
slapping of my belly against the cheeks of his ass.

   I sped up as my excitement increased.  "Yeah, fuck me," Bobbi moaned,
and I replied, "Such a wonderful little girl." In all too short a time, I
felt Bobbi's cum spurting from his cock through my fingers.  That was the
final straw for me, and I emptied my balls deep in his rectum.

   As our breathing returned to normal we disengaged.  We kissed as Bobbi
got up off the table, and he went off to start the shower.  For the sake of
discretion, we always bathed before he went home.

   After a quick shower, Robert reappeared from the bedroom in his boy
clothes.  A quick hug and a lingering kiss, and he was off to his apartment
to do homework.  I checked my e-mail, and there was a note from Jeanie. 
The counter was $10K less than their asking price, plus they would pay
closing costs.  It worked - I could save about $15,000.  I quickly called
Jeanie, and when she answered the first thing I said was, "Told you so."

   "You were right!" she almost yelled.  "I'm amazed, but it worked!"

   I told her to prepare an acceptance of the counteroffer.  I figured that
if I really haggled, I could get a grand or two more, but it wouldn't be
worth the bad feelings that might be generated.  I wanted the sale to be a
cordial event.

   Within an hour the electronic documents came to my e-mail.  I did a
quick digital signature and sent them back, then called Jeanie again.

   "Thanks for all your work," I told her, "This has gone much more easily
than I expected."

   She gushed a little about it all being part of the job, and I let her go
on for a while.

   "Once we close, we'll have to have a little celebration," I said. 
"Dinner, maybe?"

   She paused for a moment, then came back with, "Maybe dinner.  Maybe
something else."

   "Hmm, maybe dinner and something else," I said, and heard a small laugh
on the other end of the line.  In like Flynn, I thought.  We talked a
little more about the house, then signed off.

   I spent the rest of the evening reading, then went off to bed about 11.
My last thought as I drifted off was, I wonder if Jeanie shaves her pussy?

   END OF CHAPTER 2



   CHAPTER 3 STORY CODES - MF, slow, oral, anal; MFg, nosex (meeting)



   The sellers were leaving in a week to go on vacation, and wanted the
sale to go through quickly.  My financing was pre-approved, so it was a
simple phone call to the lender to set that process in motion.  Within two
days their appraiser had been through the place and generated his report,
and the loan was approved.  A friend of mine did home inspections, and I
met him at the house on the third day.  We went through the whole place
together.  There were two minor electrical issues that would have to be
fixed, but everything else was solid as a rock.  He thought I'd gotten a
great deal on the place, and that it was in excellent condition.



   Jeanie and I talked daily as we went through all the paperwork, and she
continued to hint at serious pleasures to come.  She even got a little
flustered one evening in the phone at one of my double entendres, and I
could visualize her blushing on the other end of the line.  Within a few
days it was time for the final walk-through before closing.  Jeanie and I
planned to meet at the house that afternoon at 2, then I called her back
and asked if she wanted to have lunch first.  She agreed, and I told her
I'd pick her up at her office at noon.



   When I pulled up at her office, she came out in a tight miniskirt that
most women her age couldn't have gotten away with, topped by a red blouse
that showed a very attractive amount of cleavage definitely not the
businesslike attire she usually wore.  Her red heels were only about 2",
perhaps in deference to our nearly equal height.  Her legs were bare, and
well-toned.  I got out and opened the door for her, and she slipped into
the leather seat, the skirt rising almost to heaven as she arranged
herself. She saw me looking and smiled up at me as I closed the door.



   As I pulled away, I complimented her on the outfit, and she blushed
slightly.  "You don't think it's too much?" she asked.  "No, I think it's
working perfectly," I said, sliding my hand suggestively near the bulge
growing in my jeans.  She giggled like a little girl, and I like little
girls.



   I downshifted and accelerated onto the interstate, adding the rush of
speed to the sexual tension in the car.  A few minutes later we pulled up
in front of the steakhouse I'd chosen for lunch.  I got out and opened her
door for her, admiring her long legs as they slid out from the seat.  Her
hands slid down over her ass, smoothing her skirt as she stood and stared
directly into my eyes.  I thought that offering to do that for her would be
only a little bit forward, as I expected to have my hands on that ass
before the day was through.



   We went inside and were seated immediately.  Jeanie ordered a salad,
while I had a lunch-sized ribeye.  A glass of white wine with her meal
brought the roses into her cheeks, while I sipped an iced tea with my meal.
Sex is my drug - I gave up alcohol several years ago.  We were seated at a
table in the center of the room, and Jeanie seated herself next to me
instead of across from me.  During the meal her knee stayed pressed against
mine.  We talked about the house, the inspections, and the closing, but it
was very clear that other things were on her mind.  At one point she leaned
close to whisper to me about a strange-looking couple that walked by us. 
Her hand rested on my thigh while she spoke, and it didn't rest - she
caressed my thigh, squeezing it slightly, her fingertips sliding close to
my crotch.  I turned and smiled at her, our faces only inches apart, and we
shared a private laugh.  I'm sure that anyone that saw us thought we were
lovers.  We weren't, but I was certain we soon would be.



   After lunch we returned to the car and drove out to the new house.  I
admired Jeanie's ass as she bent to unlock the lock-box and retrieve the
key, then open the door.  She turned and saw me looking, and the
little-girl giggle returned.  As we entered, we went back to all-business
mode, going through the house with a fine-tooth comb, checking every
outlet, light switch, toilet, and system.  We ran the dishwasher, made sure
the hot-water heater worked, cycled the icemaker in the refrigerator.  We
turned on every faucet inside and outside.  We poked into every closet,
opened the attic staircase and peered about in the storage area there.  The
repairs I'd asked for had been completed.  Everything was perfect.  We were
finishing up, and Jeanie was in the hallway, looking up at the HVAC filter
as the air conditioning kicked in.  Unable to keep my hands off her any
longer, I walked up behind her and put my hands on her waist.  Her breath
caught slightly, then she leaned back against me.  I put my arms around
her, my hands resting just under her breasts.  Her breathing deepened, and
she pressed her ass back against my crotch.  Then her hands took mine and
placed them on her breasts.  They were firm under my touch.  My mouth was
close to her ear.  I whispered, "You know, I think I left some papers you
need at my place." She smiled and said, "That could be, but I can't wait
any longer."



   With that she turned and came into my arms.  She kissed me hard as her
hands roamed across my back.  My hands slid down to that delectable ass,
finding it firm and toned as expected.  Her hands grabbed my ass as we
kissed, squeezing my cheeks and pulling me against her.  Then she leaned
slightly away from me.  She turned me and pushed me back against the wall.
Her hands slid down to my belt and began unbuckling it, then she slid to
her knees on the floor, her eyes locked on mine as her practiced hands
unzipped me and skinned my jeans and briefs to my knees.  Then she was
holding my cock in one hand, my balls in the other.  She stroked it for a
moment.  Looking up at me, her voice gone throaty, she said, "God, I've
wanted this." Her mouth opened and she took my length into her, her tongue
caressing the underside of my shaft.  I put one hand on the back of her
neck, not forcing, just holding, as she pumped my cock with her mouth.  One
hand remained on the shaft, stroking with her mouth.  Her other hand went
between my legs, stroking my perineum with her fingertips, then holding my
ass, her middle finger in the crack, as she pulled me into her mouth.



   She wasn't a deep-throat expert, and didn't try to take all of me as she
fucked my cock with her mouth.  Her finger slid into the crack of my ass
and slid across my backdoor as she moved her hand to hold my balls,
kneading them gently.  I put my head back against the wall and moaned
slightly, enjoying the wondrous sensations her mouth produced.



   The sellers had removed all their belongings, and there wasn't a stick
of furniture in the place, but an old piece of doggerel came to mind:



   "In days of old, when knights were bold, and ladies not particular, They
laid their broads against the walls, and screwed 'em perpendicular"



   I laughed slightly, and Jeanie gave me a questioning look.  "I'll tell
you later," I said, "but now it's my turn." Putting my hands on her
shoulders, I brought her to her feet and pushed her against the opposite
wall of the hallway.  Her hands continued to stroke my shaft as we kissed.
I squeezed her breasts again as we stood looking into each others eyes,
then slid my hands down and pulled her tight skirt up around her waist. 
She was wearing a black lace thong underneath.  My hand slid down to cup
her pussy through the lace, and I could feel the moistness and heat of her.




   We kissed some more, out mouths hungry for the taste of each other, as I
peeled the thong off her hips and it dropped to the floor.  She stepped out
of it and kicked it aside as I knelt in front of her.  I learned that she
did shave, and the bare puffy lips of her cunt were finally open to me.  It
was beautiful and perfect, with soft bare outer labia, opening to reveal
tiny inner lips, her clit just peaking out from beneath its hood.  I raised
one of her legs and put it on my shoulder.  Her hands ruffled my hair as I
pressed my lips against her opening.  She moaned as I slid my tongue
between the lips, tasting the wetness leaking from her.  My hands cupped
her asscheeks as I slid my tongue up from the opening to find her clit,
then ground against her, pressing her back against the wall as I sucked and
caressed it.  I slid one, then two fingers inside her, finger-fucking her
gently as my tongue danced across her clit.  I slid the fingertips of the
other hand between her nether cheeks, slowly running across her little
asshole.  Her body jerked at the sensation, then she pressed her ass back
against my hand.  Her hands pulled my head hard against her cunt.  I looked
up at her and her head was back, her eyes closed.  I sucked her clit into
my mouth, gently nibbling on it with my teeth.  My fingers moved more
quickly and deeper inside her, angling for her g-spot.  A low growl escaped
her lips, then I felt her hips jerk.  The muscles inside her squeezed down
on my fingers as her first small orgasm rolled though her body.



   "Oh, Jimmy, get it in me," she breathed, and I sucked her clit into my
mouth one more time, then rose to stand in front of her.  I held her leg in
the crook of my elbow, keeping her legs open.  Her mouth attacked mine,
sucking her juices off my tongue and lips, as her hands sought my cock. 
She pulled me to her by the shaft, rubbing the head between the lips of her
pussy.  "You're wonderful," I whispered between kisses.  She smiled at me
and said, "You're hung, and I want this fucker inside me." then she laughed
and kissed me again as she fitted my cock into its rightful place.  I bent
my knees slightly and rose as I slid all the way inside her.  We were the
same height, and fitted together perfectly this way.  I began sliding in
and out, back and forth, pegging her against the wall.



   "Ohhhh, that's good," she breathed.  Her hands held my ass, pulling me
against her as we fucked.  Her hips thrust forward with each stroke to meet
me.  I adjusted my stroke several times, speeding, then slowing, teasing
her entrance with just the head of my cock, then slamming against her hard,
almost bruising our pelvic bones together as I slammed her against the
wall. She kissed my neck and my ear, moaning soft obscenities.  I grabbed
the cheeks of her ass, then slid my fingers deep into the crack between,
holding them wide apart, teasing her asshole with my fingertips.  This
drove her to her second climax, and I felt her muscles squeezing
rhythmically around my cock deep inside her.  I lifted her slightly, and
her foot came off the floor.  She wrapped that leg around my ass, and she
was suspended on my hands and my cock as I slammed harder inside her
grasping cunt.  She put her arms on my shoulders to take some of the
weight, then whispered, "fuck me, fuckkkkkk me, fuck me!" Our breathing was
fast and shallow, our hearts pounding.  Her hips bucked against me with
each deep thrust.  I leaned my head back slightly and looked into her eyes.
"Soon?  Together?" I whispered.  She smiled and nodded, then kissed me as I
fucked hard and fast up into her.  Our lips locked together, moaning in
exertion and pleasure, I rocked up into her streaming pussy.  She moaned
into my mouth, her breathing jagged, "Oh, oh, oh, Ohhhhhhhhhhh," and I felt
her cunt exploding in orgasm, random spasms, her whole body rocking in
sympathy.  The first jet of cum blew from my cock deep inside her, then
another stroke, another blast, again and again, as our bodies shook in
pleasure.  Finally I came to rest, as small aftershocks of orgasm still
shook both our bodies, my cock as deep inside her as I could get, our mixed
juices dripping to my balls.  We continued kissing, laughing and
complimenting each other's performance.  She brought her feet back to the
floor, squeezing her legs tight together to hold my shaft inside her cunt.



   We stayed pressed against the wall like that a while longer, not wanting
the moment to fade.  Finally I said, "We could go get those papers if you
like." She smiled and said, "That would be nice.  I left the rest of the
afternoon open for you." We slid apart, and I found some tissues in one of
the bathrooms so we could clean up a little bit.  We were standing close
together as I buckled my belt and she smoothed her skirt when the doorbell
rang.  We shared a questioning look.  Jeanie said, "Oh, I'm a mess," and
ran to her purse as I went to the door.  Looking through the peephole, I
could see a man standing in the entryway.  Jeanie quickly ran a brush
through her hair, then nodded at me, and I opened the door.



   "Hello.  New neighbors?" The man said, "John Thompson - I live next
door." A young girl stepped out from behind him and he introduced her.  "My
daughter Kathy." "Jim Turner," I said, extending my hand, "and yes, I'm
your new neighbor.  I close on the place tomorrow." Jeanie advanced and
introduced herself as my realtor.  John gave me an odd smile, which I
instantly recognized.  We were two slightly rumpled adults, and fairly
reeked of sex.  I really didn't give a damn, and let him think what he
wished.



   "Say hello to our new neighbor, Kathy," Thompson said, pushing his
daughter forward.  She was a slender girl, about 10 years old, with boyish
hips and just a hint that breasts would soon develop on her chest.  She was
pretty, with short blonde hair and pale blue eyes.  She gave me the same
look he had, and I knew that despite her tender age, she was well aware
that she was looking at two people who'd just finished fucking.  I bent
forward slightly to come down to her level, and she held out her hand. 
"Pleased to meet you, Mr.  Turner," she said.  I took her hand in a brief
handshake, and her fingers lingered on my palm as our hands separated.  She
shook hands with Jeanie, giving her an I-know-what-you-were-doing smile. 
This one bears investigation, I thought.  I do like little girls.



   We chatted a few minutes with the Thompsons, about the neighborhood,
about moving, then John said, "We'll let you get about your business,
then," and we said our farewells.  I closed the door, and Jeanie fell
against me, laughing.  "Oh, they knew," she said, and kissed me again.  We
put the house to rights, shut everything off, and gathered our things.  We
were still laughing as we walked to the car.  I opened the door for her,
and as she slid into the seat I noticed her panties were missing.  She saw
me looking and smiled.  "In my purse," she said.  I smiled back and got
into the driver's seat.



   I backed out and started down the street.  As I stopped at the corner,
Jeanie said, "She's a pretty little girl." I turned my head to catch a gaze
weighted with meaning.  She said, "I saw the way you two looked at each
other.  Little girls can be quite surprising, can't they?" Jeanie's hand
settled on my thigh, squeezing.



   Looking evenly into her eyes, I said, "Little girls can be wonderful."
Jeanie waited half a beat before responding, "Yes, I know." Then we both
smiled.  Jeanie's hand descended into my crotch and squeezed my cock. 
"Let's go to your place," she said, and I pulled away from the
intersection.



   Jeanie's hand stayed on my cock all the way to the apartment, just
softly stroking and squeezing.  She ran her fingertips along its length,
reached underneath to cup my balls.  Her short skirt rode up, and her bare
pussy was open to my view.  She noticed my gaze and ran a finger between
her cunt lips, then brought it to my mouth.  I sucked on her fingertip,
still tasting our mixed juices from before.  I'm pretty sure a few truckers
got a view of her charms as we sped along the interstate for a few miles.
We pulled up in front of my apartment, and straightened ourselves for the
short walk to the door.  As soon as we were inside, we came together again,
kissing, as my hands slid under her skirt to caress her lovely ass.  We
quickly made our way to the bedroom.  I sat down on the bed and pulled her
to me, unbuttoning her blouse.  Her tits hadn't gotten nearly enough
attention in our previous coupling, and I badly needed to see them.  Her
bra matched the lace thong.  I stripped her blouse out of her skirt, once
again at her waist, then pulled the cups below her breasts, drawing one
nipple into my mouth while my fingers paid homage to the other.



   "Give me a moment," she said, pushing herself away from me.  She turned
and walked towards the bathroom, swaying her hips deliciously.  She looked
back at me and gave me her most seductive smile as she went out the door.
The bathroom door closed, and I stripped, laying back on the bed naked.  I
heard her humming softly in the bathroom, heard water running.  The
afternoon light in the bedroom was soft and dim through the closed
curtains.



   I heard the bathroom door open and she came into the bedroom nude, once
again with a sexy little twitch to her hips.  Her hands behind her back,
she came to the side of the bed, presenting herself to me.  Her tits were
perfect, firm and high, almost pert.  Her belly was smooth and trim, and I
could just see the top of her cunt lips low between her thighs.



   "Look what I found," she sang softly, and took her hands out from behind
her back.  She held one of the butt plugs Bobbi and I played with,
apparently left behind in the bathroom the last time I had cleaned
everything.  It was pink, about 1 1/2" wide at it's largest, and 3" long.
"You're kinky - I like that," she said softly, and put it in her mouth. 
She moved onto the bed with me, her face close to mine, while she sucked
and wetted it in her mouth.  Then, tucking her knees under her belly, she
handed it to me, put her head down on the pillow, and closed her eyes.



   I rose to kneel beside her, caressing her flank with one hand while I
guided the plug down the ridge of her spine and between the cheeks of her
ass.  She moaned slightly as it touched the tiny rose of her asshole, and
slid her hand between her legs to cup her cunt.  I passed by her backdoor
with the tip, and pressed the plug between the lips of her pussy.  Her hand
joined mine as we rotated the toy inside her, adding lube from her juices.
Pulling away from between her labia and her hand, I slid the tip with
excruciating slowness across her perineum to her tender back door.



   I rotated it again slowly, teasing and lubing her entrance, then began
pushing.  At first her hole resisted the entrance, and I pressed harder. 
Once again I heard that little growl deep in her throat as her ass began to
open.  I moved my head to watch closely as it pressed inside her.  Her
asshole stretched around its width, her body slightly trembling, then the
widest part was past the entrance, and her sphincter closed down on the
narrow shaft.  It nestled tight inside her, only the flat pink base
visible. Her asshole squeezed and loosened as she clenched it inside her.
It was one of the sexiest things I've ever seen, and I could practically
feel my pulse pounding in my rigid cock.  "Oh, that feels wonderful," she
said, and her hips wriggled slightly.



   I rolled onto my back, my head near her knees, and she moved over me in
a classic 69.  Her hands and mouth quickly found my cock and began
worshiping it skillfully.  I kicked a pillow from the head of the bed,
grabbing it with my hand and placing it under my head to raise my mouth to
her cunt.  I kneaded the cheeks of her ass as I assaulted her wet pussy
with my lips and tongue.  I drove my tongue as deep inside her as it would
go, then moved back to her clit, once again sucking it into my mouth,
breathing and tasting her juices.  Her taste was tangy and mature, a
woman's cunt, used to sex and used to cumming.  Her head bobbed up and down
on my cock, quickly, then slowly, sometimes stopping to just suck hard on
the head.  One hand stroked the shaft while the other caressed my thighs
and my balls, then teased the perineum, sliding down between my cheeks.  I
raised and separated my legs, and her fingertips descended to my asshole.



   I moaned purposely, giving her a cue, then took the base of the buttplug
in my hand, pulling on it gently, then pressing it back into her.  She
giggled softly as she took her mouth off my cock long enough to wet her
fingers inside it, then moved them back to my nether entrance.  Taking as
much of my cock as her mouth could handle, she teased my asshole with a
fingertip, then stabbed it inside, pushing hard to enter me.  "Ahhh, yes,"
I softly said, and she settled into finger-fucking my ass with one finger
while she fucked my cock with her mouth.



   I rotated the buttplug in her ass gently, then reapplied myself to
making love to her cunt with my mouth.  By now she was dripping wet, her
moisture coating my cheeks.  We went on like this for some time, pleasuring
each other with our mouths and fingers.  I held her labia apart with my
fingers and feasted on her clit, sucking, biting gently, then forcing my
tongue inside to lick her juices and swallow them.  Her hips stiffened and
her head rose off my cock as she came, my tongue deep inside her.  I
withdrew my tongue and substituted three fingers, filling her opening as I
drilled inside, her muscles squeezing me.



   "Ohhhhhh," she moaned, her hips bucking against my lips, "Gotta have
some cock, gotta have it now." With that she rose off of me and lay on her
belly next to me.  Reaching back, she pulled the plug out of her ass,
reaching over to put it on the bedside table.  She spread her legs wide and
cocked her hips upwards.  "Put it there, Jim, I need it in there."



   Sliding around behind her, I teased her back door with the head of my
cock, then slid it down between the lips of her cunt, pushing in and out
slightly to gather her moisture as lube.



   "Please," she said, and reached back to hold her asscheeks apart for me,
"In my ass." I placed the head of my cock against her back door and began
pushing.  The opening resisted at first as it had with the plug.  She
pushed her hips back towards me, and it suddenly opened, swallowing the
head of my cock.  I leaned forward, holding my weight with my hands on each
side of her.



   Her head jerked back as her voice, gravelly with passion, called for
more, deeper, and I pressed down into her.  I began stroking in and out,
deeper with each pass, until finally my 7" cock was completely buried in
her, my balls laying against the lips of her cunt.  Her hand, now busy
between her labia, reached back to cup my balls.  She turned her head,
looking at me, and said, "You want to do this with little Kathy, don't
you?" "Not right now," I replied.  "Right now I'm with you." She smiled and
put her head back on the pillow.  I lay down on her back, pressing her
against the bed.



   "Now fuck me good, Jimmy.  I want to cum with you in my ass," she said,
her voice rising and falling.  I could feel her back door squeezing and
releasing my shaft as I soaked deep in her rectum.  Drawing my hips back, I
pressed slowly back into her.  "More," was all she said.  I stroked again,
longer and harder this time.  Then I raised up and took her hips in my
hands, raising her slightly as I began moving faster and deeper inside her.
I could feel her labia almost vibrating as her finger flicked hard over her
clit.  Her body trembled with each new thrust as I began pounding hard into
her asshole, long hard strokes.  She moaned loudly as she approached
orgasm, her voice rising in pitch.  I pulled her back until her knees were
under her again, and fucked her ass as hard as I could manage.  She loved
it - she moaned, she writhed under my grip, her hips bucking back at me
with each thrust I made.  We were completely in tune, and nothing mattered
but our naked bodies slamming together.



   "Cu - cu - cu CUMMMMMMIINNNNNG," she moaned, a finger pressed into her
cunt, and her back door squeezed hard on my cock.  I jammed it deep inside
her, my belly pressed against her cheeks, as my cock erupted deep in her
rectum, spurting again and again.  She stiffened again and again before me,
as her body shook out its orgasm.  Finally the spasms stopped, and I slowly
lay forward.  Her knees came down outside my legs, and I pinned her to the
bed, my cock still balls-deep in her ass.  I lay on her back and kissed her
shoulders and her neck as our breathing returned to normal.  A soft sheen
of perspiration coated us both, slippery between us, making her skin taste
salty and wonderful.  We lay still as my cock softened and finally slid out
of her.  I rolled onto my back, and she cuddled beside me, her head on my
shoulder, one thigh across mine, her hand on my chest.  She kissed me
softly, then nestled against me again.  In the dim light of the room, we
fell asleep that way.





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