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                        For Her

    His tongue moved slickly along the crease of her thighs.
She shivered.
    "Oh, yes," she moaned softly, "do that some more."
He was only too happy to oblige.
    His gentle, roving hands encountered the swell of her
buttocks, and he began kneading them as he stroked his lips along
their cleft, his moustache tickling her gently.
    She rolled over to pull him atop her, but he was patient in
his loving, and would not hear of it.  She lay back to enjoy his
ministrations. Spreading her legs, he ran his fingertips along the
mound of her sex, one nail scratching the labia themselves.  She
shuddered.  With quick, light motions, he titillated the flesh beneath
the curling auburn hairs.  When the stickiness of her moisture became
apparent, he began to use his mouth.
    The salty sweet taste of her flesh filled him with excitement, as
did the flavor of her juices running freely over his tongue. She began
writhing on the bed beneath his skilled hands, alternately moaning
with passion, and whispering with the frustration of unfulfilled need.
Her juices poured from her nether gates like honey from a beehive.
His fingertips found her nipples, pebbled with desire. Rolling them
between his thumb and index finger, he pulled, gently, enjoying the
taut flesh and her cries of pleasure.
    Her skin was becoming flushed, mottled with the barely contained
lust he inflamed within her.  Her nails raked the sheets with a quiet
shrieking sound, and her sweat-stained hair flew in a cascade from her
head as she moved on the coverlet.  "Turn around, at least, damnit,"
she cried.  "Give me a chance."
    He smiled, and moved so that his hips were beside her head.
She reached out and raked her nails along the skin of his thighs,
making him shudder.  She placed her hands on his buttocks and
drew him closer. He moaned gently into her as he felt the wet heat of
her mouth engulf his manhood, drawing it into her throat.  Her nails
alternately scraping and tugging on his scrotum, she drove him insane
with wanting.
    This is how it always was, he thought, so good, so very,
very good. She savored the taste of his shaft, the heat, the texture.
She loved the feeling of the silken-covered steel being driven
inexorably into her throat, and the nutty flavor of his juice scalding
her tongue when he could no longer contain himself.  She swallowed,
knowing how her throat muscles tightened around the shaft when she did
so. He pulled his head out from between her legs and howled with
pleasure.  His cries exciting her to further enhance the exquisite
pleasures they enjoyed.  Tenderly she inserted one finger into her
mouth along the side of his penis.  She lubricated it with saliva and,
when it was wet, slowly drove it into the tight, puckered ring of his
ass.  He was shaking, trying to hold back the explosion, but when her
nail gently brushed the nodule of his prostate, he could contain
himself no longer.
    He tightened in her mouth.  She watched his scrotum drawing up
hard against his legs, the base of his shaft, and knew what she had
done to him had worked.  She felt his manhood become, for an instant,
harder than it had been before, and then, he shot. He shuddered as the
orgasm took him.  His shaft stiffened, and then began releasing in
great, streaming waves of jism.  She sucked harder, trying to draw the
shaft itself into her throat.  The warmth of his semen pouring into
her mouth, splashing off the back of her throat was enough to send her
over the edge, into a blinding, raging orgasm.  She was barely aware
that she swallowed, nearly drowning in the torrential flow that her
lover released.
    He felt her legs tighten around his head, and knew that she was
experiencing the same pleasure he was, her juices dripping into his
mouth as her tunnel clenched around his probing tongue.  He drew the
musky fluid into his mouth, letting it roll around like a fine wine as
he drove his thumb repeatedly against her clitoris, heightening her
pleasure. After he finished spraying into her mouth, she continued to
suck him for a few moments, cleaning off the shaft as best she could.
He smiled, and turned on the bed to face her.
    They kissed for a moment, their own juices mingling in their
mouths, as he began to grow hard again. She reached down and felt the
evidence of his lust.  She grinned, and blushed.
    "For me?" she asked coyly.
    He pushed her back on the bed, growling softly, deep in his
throat, like a beast moving in on a kill. Her eyes glowed with desire,
and she spread her legs to welcome her intruder. He lifted her legs to
his shoulders, placing a pillow beneath her buttocks, drawing them on
a level with his hips and his shaft. She reached down to help guide
him into her channel.
    He drove inside her with a single, quick thrust, pushing the air
from her lungs, and all thoughts of hesitation from her mind.  "Yes,"
she cried out, uncaring who heard, "God, yes!"
    He was panting, sweat dripping from his frame as he slammed their
groins together again and again, the friction eased by her moisture,
but aided by the muscular strength of her vagina. He pressed harder,
the tip of his shaft now continually bumping the entrance of her womb,
a jolt of pleasure/pain that added to the experience.  He was truly
swollen, larger now than he had been while in her mouth.  She was
amazed that she had affected him this much.
    He drove into her again and again, feeling how she alternately
gripped and released his shaft, feeling how her wetness fell down her
legs, and across his testicles.  He loved the quiet, sucking, slapping
noises their bodies made as they moved together, a rhythem that was as
unmistakeable as the sound of ocean waves breaking on the beach.
Her nails dug small furrows into his back as he pounded relentlessly
into her, feeling her moving beneath him.  They quickened their
motions, knowing that the moment of release was not far from them.
    She clenched as he pushed, and it was enough.  As his head flew
back and his mouth dropped open, the flush of her body spread across
its entirety, and she stopped breathing for a moment.
Together.
Explosion.
Orgasm.
    Time stopped for a moment, as the waves of orgasm swept across
their bodies, drawing them together. He fell atop her, not moving,
keeping his weight on his elbows.
    She moaned in quiet, breathy gasps, feeling as though her insides
had turned to jelly.  Each movement, even the feeling of his member
shrinking slowly inside of her, set off another, tiny quiver, an
aftershock of an incredible sexual experience.
    He was tender, and content to lay in her arms, feeling the warmth
of her surround him.  Each motion his member made, reminding him of
the moment. He leaned up and looked at her.
    "I love you, sweetheart," he said quietly, wonderment in his
face, "I love you."
    She reached up to touch his face, gently, contentment in her
voice.  "I love you too, darling," she whispered, feeling his arms
tighten around her, "I love you too."
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