ngue deep into her hot snatch, lapping her juices up hungrily. i laid my tongue flat against her clit and gave it long, slow licks as i reached down with my right hand and slid my thumb into her cunt, with the rest of my fingers running down into the crack of her cute little ass. my thumbnail was quite long, but i kept it dull and well-rounded. it pressed up against that special bundle of nerves in her pussy as i continued to lap at her clit with long, slow strokes. she began to buck against my hand and tongue, her passion building to a peak. as she started to cum, i withdrew my thumb and inserted three fingers deeply into her as her orgasm grew. i continued to lap and jab her clit with my tongue as i thrust my fingers in and out of her dripping pussy, faster and faster. she grabbed a throw pillow and pressed it to her mouth and screamed in pleasure as her cum reached it's peak. even with the pillow to muffle her cries, i was afraid the neighbors would think there was a murder going on. she writhed against my tongue and fingers as i backed off on the speed with which i was stimulating her as she cam down from the heights of ecstasy. as her cum ended, after 15 or 20 seconds, i let my fingers gently slide out of her, covered in her spendings. i sat back on my haunches and massaged her mound softly as i licked my other hand, drinking down her juice and marveling at the sweet, yet tangy flavor. then i leaned down and put my arms around her and held her tenderly as she basked in the afterglow. i couldn't believe it when i looked up. throughout the encounter, she had not moved her injured ankle and the ice pack was right where i had left it! after a sort while, her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at me with a beautiful smile. "that was fantastic!" she said. "and it didn't hurt my foot at all! now i want you to fuck me, fuck me hard and deep and fill my pussy with your cum, mix your cum with mine, baby." she pulled her good leg to her chest and spread as wide as possible. with one foot on the floor and the other knee on the couch between her legs, i positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy and slid it in slowly. her pussy was very hot and slick with her cum; and very tight in spite of the serious fingerfucking i had given it. her cunt grasped my cock and squeezed as i fucked her. she put her good foot in the small of my back and pulled me into her steaming pussy harder. her pussy was clenching on my cock as i went faster and faster; harder and harder. i palmed her nipples and mauled her breasts as i pounded my cock into her. she had her eyes clenched tightly shut and grabbed for the pillow again, so i knew she was going to cum again. i felt the juice boiling up from my balls, but i held off until she started to come; then i thrust and pounded my cock into her furiously as the cum blasted from the head of my dick, filling her pussy with jism as she flooded with her hot pussy juice again. our love fluids flowed together and ran from her pussy down the crack of her ass, puddling on the couch between her legs. i collapsed on her, panting heavily from the exertion. as we recovered, we nuzzled and cuddled, kissing each other gently and whispering nonsense words. she reached down between us and said, "i'm afraid we've stained up your nice couch." "not to worry, my dear," i replied. "that's what scotchgard was invented for!" "oh, goody, then can i come over tomorrow and sprain my ankle again?" well, my little vixen, how'd you like your fixin'? hope you enjoyed it. any other ladies out there who would like a custom fantasy created for them have but to ask by leaving a message for dastardly dave on any of the boards where i am a member. give enough information so i can personalize it, give me a name to use for your character, and list any turn-offs to avoid and i will be happy to weave a tale for you.

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i don't understand some relationships.

the weekend after graduation is a particularly dull time for a bottle shop. everyone that wants booze has either left town, is still nursing the worst hangover of their academic life, or is still plowing through leftover alcohol. or has to work. which i was. the late afternoon sun pounded through the dirty glass of the front, what little was not covered with signs loudly proclaiming a message of, in essence, "get drunk! cheap! here." the weather in cambridge had been particularly lousy, especially for june, our most promising month until october. but the thunderstorms and rain showers had given way to a passably nice day. the weather was guaranteed by the owner of the shore having scheduled me for an all-day shift. the job sucked, but the alternative was home to lancaster, pa with my parents, a fate i would have gladly licked mass ave clean with my tongue to avoid. i didn't notice her at first, as all my attention was taken up by counting out change for a $100 for a young guy who was buying a newspaper. he had a smile that i'm certain was intended to be apologet