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   Fragment from Love Scene, by Crain





   Her lips were against his cheek and he felt her breath at his side.  She
had a firm, round bottom and he traced his hand across it, occasionally
exploring her rectum and vagina, making her wet as his fingers stayed
longer inside of her.  He tasted his fingers with her scent on them, then
touched her lips, top first and then the bottom one, and putting his face
full in front of hers kissed her long, deeply loving her.  He felt her
breasts with the fullness of his palm and squeezed, almost roughly, then
released each breast.  "Like that?," she purred.  His need overreaching as
he entered her and she, also a believer, seeking him, drawing him to his
place in her.  She blessed him with her love moans, the soft sounds of her
lips, asking to have him, to possess him, dominate him for that long
instant of reacquaintance where she knew he belonged, whispering "Do you
love me, honey?  Suck my breasts...  Oh that's it...  yes baby suck it suck
it..."



   She kicked at the sheets covering her legs and thrust her pelvis to him,
moving so deliciously that he almost lost it right then and there.  He
withdrew from her and kneeled upright, then moved toward her, his stiff
cock in his hand and gently put it into her mouth.  "I love it when you
suck cock beautiful, will you please please suck my cock?" "Come her,
lover", she said as accommodated him and took it in to its full length,
sucking loudly between hot breaths which he felt against his balls.  He
moved his cock in and out of her mouth, fucking it slowly, looking into her
wide smiling eyes.  At times, she lingered on his cock, licking it the
round crown, almost ignoring him.  Going down between his legs, she turned
upward and placed each of his balls her open mouth, smelling him and
playing her tongue over them.



   "Turn over," she then said urgently, grabbing her vibrator from beneath
the bedstand, she took some hand cream and rubbed it on his asshole, and
after anointing both cheeks with a kiss, slowly began to work the vibrator
into his ass.  He began to feel dizzy as she started to talk to him.  She
was the good and evil angel all in one.  Working the vibrator in and out of
him, turning up the speed as she became engrossed in her words.  Here was
the fiction which she had to weave into every sexual act, growing out of a
need to replace a lost innocence.



   "Now, you were wondering what I used to do to meet men when I was
working at the diner before you met me.  You know, sometimes, a nice
looking guy would come in with his girlfriend or wife, and I would take the
order looking straight into his eyes, like I was a lovestruck schoolgirl,
eyes only for him.  If the lady went to the rest room, I would sometimes
have an opportunity to speak to him alone.  I would lean over so that he
could smell me, and I would come right out and say that I was feeling tired
and horny and I would ask what he was doing, suggesting that if he could
get away we could meet when I got off work at eight a.m.  cause I was
working the overnight on Tuesdays and Thursdays.  I would tell him that my
place was not far away.  Usually the guy would be thunderstruck and would
just stare, blush or apologetically lie, telling me that he couldn't make
it, even though he wished he could.  But occasionally, I'd get someone who
was just ripe for it and he wouldn't say a word.  He would just nod O.K. 
He would be waiting in his car and then he'd follow me to my place.  There
would be some small talk.  Then I would slowly begin to take my blouse off.
I would begin walking around the table he was sitting at, nonchalantly with
my blouse open in front, then I'd slip my bra off, still wearing the
shirt."



   He turned over to look at her, imagining her with her skirt on, her firm
breasts peeking through the blouse, nipples blossoming erect.  She
persisted, even as he reached for her.



   "While he was talking his I would interrupt him with small talk, all the
while insinuating that he was an asshole for leaving his girl home alone.
But I'd go in and out of the room, acknowledging him with a little smile,
asking him things about her.  Then I'd ask what she would think if she knew
he was with me.  That stopped the small talk.  I'd walk over to him and ask
him point blank if he liked to suck pussy.  By that time my shirt was off
and I was showing him my legs by taking my stockings off in from of him. 
If he didn't say anything, I'd ask him again.  'Hey, Bobby, do you like to
suck pussy and kiss ass?' and I would sit on my kitchen table in front of
him looking him straight in the eyes.  I opened my legs slowly and took his
head by the hair and pulled him to my pussy and lay down on the table, all
the while controlling his head with my hands, telling him to use his tongue
this way and that.  'Stick your fingers in my pussy down near my asshole.
Turn them around now and stroke the underside of my cunt, inside near my
clit.  Not so hard, baby.  Nice and slow.'"



   She was entranced, Tireseus as a woman.  He put his hands around her
throat.  But she gave him a little slap, which was more serious than
playful, to disabuse him of any notion of stopping her.  He looked at her
in awe, worshipping her with his eyes.



   She continued without a pause, "'I like a man with a slow hand,' I began
to sing, and he was getting into it be that time, grinding his cock against
my legs, grabbing for my ass.  Lifting my legs higher, I asked him to lick
my asshole around, around, around, around, 'I like a man with an easy
touch.' Then I told him to lift me in his arms and carry me to my bedroom.
I always remembered to sprinkle perfume on the bed so that we were greeted
by the seductive scents and after putting me on the bed I told him I wanted
to see all of him.  He'd usually rip his clothes off in nothing flat.  But
I'd tell him to stand up away from the bed.  I'd kneel up on the bed and
take my hair in my hands and place it up on top of my head so that my
breasts were raised to show off.  I'd begin to move my hips slowly around,
singing 'I like a man with a slow hand.' I told him I wanted him to see him
jerk himself off while I sang.  And as he did it I crawled to him and began
to suck him down, humming my little song.  Oh man did he like that.  And
I'd take little nibbles of him between sucking, sometimes biting him hard
so he'd cry out 'it hurts what are you doing to me?' I'd tell him I was his
queen of hearts and he was under my command.  I pushed him down on the bed
and sat on his face, moving my pussy over his nose so he almost couldn't
breathe and lean backwards to jerk him off.  Then deliberately, I'd slip
him into me and ride him cowgirl style, crying 'yippie yahoo', which
brought him to the point of coming.



   "Turning around and laying back on top of him with my back to his chest.
I put him inside me and told to fuck me nice and slow.  I could feel him
slide in and out of me, long strokes that seemed to take forever.  And
after I got my fill, I kneeled down doggy style and let him put him cock up
my ass and told him to pump for all he was worth."



   And with that she took the vibrator and jammed it in and out of him
until he felt like he was shot from a cannon, coming and crying out, "you
fucking cunt, you fucking cunt" over and over again.  It was then that it
occurred to him again, and it was the same thought that he had when he
first had met her.  He could never live without her and, still, he would
never be able to possess her or have her in any real sense.  She was beyond
his control, beyond the control of any man.  And he resented her for it as
much as he loved her.