nto 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 apologetic； and if I had been in a better mood it might have worked； but I was inconsolable。 A line had formed； and she joined the end of it； not stopping to pick anything up。 With each sale； I noticed a little more of her。 Bottle of wine； 12。95。 Short blonde hair。 Two six…packs of Coke； 4。49。 About 5' 8〃； blue halter top。 Nice figure。 Bottle of gin； 6。80。 Cute； button nose。
She reached the front of the line； and gave me a smile that broke
through my lousy mood。 Blue eyes。 A little necklace that looked
vaguely Southwestern； all turquoise and silver。
〃I'm looking for Cedar Street？ Any idea where that is？〃
We're at the corner of Mass Ave。 and Cedar。 This was going to be a
short encounter。 I told her。
〃No； no； not that Cedar！ Cedar in Somerville。 I love Boston； but I
hate driving in Boston。〃
We're in Boston the way New Jersey is in Manhattan； but I wasn't going
to start that line of conversation。
〃Where are you from？〃
〃California。 How about yourself？〃
〃Lancaster； Pennsylvania。 I'm going to Harvard 。。。〃 I started in； but
I seemed to have said the magic word。
〃Lancaster！ I have friends in Lancaster。〃 Reminded me a bit too much
of the Pennsylvania license plates； but she's gone on。 〃They're
members of my sorority； and I just saw them at our June Weekend
reunion。 I'm in town for that 。。。〃
As she went on； a one…person conversation； I took in her voice （quite
husky； considering her bubbly demeanor） and glanced （with appropriate
discretion； I hoped） up and down her body。 She was； well；
well…stacked。 Unfortunately； my discretion was insufficient for the
task； and I looked back up to her face to see her smiling at my
regard。 As I blushed； she leaned down over the counter。
〃Some people get all the fun jobs；〃 she said； in a low； conspiratorial
voice。
〃Uh； yeah。〃 Witty reply。 Clever。 That's right； I thought； wow her
with your intellect。
〃Place seems quiet； today〃 She said； glancing around； stretching
herself。 Her elbows sunk slowly onto the countertop。 I looked up from
the view thus created by the lowering of the halter…top fabric to see
her looking at me with a smile that had switched from conspiratorial to
something else。
〃Think of anything we could do to make the job more fun？〃 she said。
〃Well； it's cooler in the back。〃 Shit； I thought； did I say that？
〃We could fix that；〃 she said； turning around and surveying the back of
the store for the door。
〃This way；〃 I managed to gasp out with lungs that didn't seem
completely under my command。 In one fluid motion； I had closed the
register； grabbed a package of condoms from behind the counter； and
locked the front door。 No customers in the parking lot； good； just one
car； must be her's。 It looks like there's someone in it； but nah；
couldn't be； anyway； who cares？
I led her into the back room。 It's even worse than the typical back
room of a liquor store； whatever that looks like。 There are boxes
piled everywhere； both empty and full； the usual collection of posters
proclaiming that all you have to do is drink some terrible brand of bad
American liquor and amazingly women who would scrape you off their shoe
now will fall into bed with you。 Not in so many words； of course； but
the message is clear。
She surveyed the scene； with what I assumed was less than complete
enthusiasm。 Well； it is a bottle shop； not the Marriott。 But when she
turned around； she still has that infectious lovely smile on her face 。。。
〃I can cope with this。〃 She pulled the tank top over her head；
revealing her lovely breasts still in a white bra。 The bra came off a
moment later； and she was in my arms； pulling me down to a kiss。 And a
very nice kiss it was； very deep and soft。 Even with lots of tongue；
there are kisses that are very sharp and angular…feeling； but this was
a lover's kiss。 I still can't completely explain the difference； but
there you are。
With a plop； the package of condoms dropped to the floor。 She somehow
managed to slither out of her shorts while kissing me； and did a
lovely； slow； descent to her knees； running her hands down my chest。
Kissing me through my jeans； she unbuttons them； and applies her mouth
to my already…hard cock with tremendous skill。
〃Now 。。。〃 Lick。 〃I don't 。。。〃 Slurp。 〃have 。。。〃 Gulp。 〃much time
for this；〃 she finally managed to get out； between licks with her
tongue along my balls； 〃so let's be quick！〃
Nothing like a little performance anxiety to make an evening special；
but I wasn't going to turn this down for anything。
She retrieved the packaged of condoms； and （with cardboard and wrappers
flying everywhere） managed to extract one。 As she stood up； naked
except for jewelry and shoes； she rolled one onto me with one hand； the
other steadying herself on my shoulder。
〃OK； I'll just bend over like this；〃 she said； as businesslike as if
she was staging a play。 She turned her back to me； and bent over；
steadying herself on a pile of Guinness boxes。 She spread her legs；
and one hand spread her lips apart。 Amazingly； she was very wet
already； wet enough to。。。
〃Well？ C'mon！〃 she said； always impatient。 OK； OK； I was just
enjoying the view。 I stepped forward； rubber…clad penis in hand； and
slid it。 There was almost no resistance； I was amazed。
I started slowly； with long strokes； but she was having none of it。
She started setting the rhythm； pushing back； in； out； in out。 Her
free hand was playing with her clit； and she was starting a lovely
pattern of moans in time with her thrusts。 In； out； in out 。。。 she
came once； twice as I finally lost control and pounded into her；
grabbing her hips。
She started screaming； loud enough that I was afraid the next door
dry…cleaners would hear。 〃Yes； yes； YES！〃 she yelled out as I came；
much faster than I thought I ever would； shaking as my cum poured out
of me。
I staggered back； a bit unsure of my balance； and came out of her with
a pop。 She gave a small whimper of displeasure； but was back into her
shorts and tank top （bra in the pocket of the shorts） before I even had
the condom all the way off。
〃That was very nice； thanks。 I better go； my boyfriend's waiting。〃
〃BOYFRIEND！〃
〃Yeah； he's in the car。 He'll wonder what's taking so long。〃
〃Boyfriend？〃 OK； I had already said it； but I still wasn't quite
getting the answer I was looking for。
〃Relax； he's reading a newspaper； and nothing distracts him from that。
Anyway； gotta go！ Thank you kindly；〃 she said； with just a touch of an
affected southern accent。 And with a small peck on the cheek； out she
went through the store； unlocking the front door and tearing out of
it。
I staggered into my clothes； cleaned up the condom package debris in
the storage room； and put one condom…package worth of change in the
register （the owner would notice； he's that kind of guy）。
I watched the car pull away； and head down Mass Ave。 Even through the
grimy windows； I can see that it was the guy with the 100 driving。
I still don't understand some relationships。
Christophe
My Meter's Running
You drive a cab long enough in Baltimore； you see everything。
I'm not kidding。 Baltimore is just full of characters； and it seems like
I've had 'em all in my hack at one time or another in the years I've been
doing this to keep a fucking ro of over my head and pay my non…fucking
ex…wife's alimony bills。
Like I said； I've seen all kinds of fares； but the topper had to
be this rich society bitch last Christmas。 I pick her up at BWI load her
bags into the trunk and take off。 She's wearing a dead