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WARNING: This story contains explicit
descriptions of sexual activity. If you're not
allowed to read this sort of thing, don't!
Who Said That?
by Sidney Durham
Copyright 1999, all rights reserved.
"Come over here for a minute," I said from the bed,
watching her pinch her eyelashes with that little clamp
thing. I loved watching her get ready for work in the
morning.
"Nothing doing," she said. "I've got to get ready for
work. This isn't a holiday for me."
"You're still naked," I said. "No clothes to wrinkle.
It'll just take a few seconds."
"Nothing doing. Just forget about it."
I lifted my bedsheet and looked under it. "Where's
the bitch?" asked my cock in his gravelly voice.
"Shh," I whispered. "You'll make her mad, calling her
that."
"I see your lips moving," she said to me. "Cocks
don't talk."
"Spike," said my cock. "The name's Spike. And his
lips ain't moving. Get over here and sit on me."
"Stop it," I whispered. "You're gonna really piss her
off."
"You stay out of it, asshole" said Spike. "I was
talking to the bitch."
"She doesn't like being called bitch. Behave
yourself."
"Listen, Mack," said Spike. "Just keep the fuck out
of this. I'm taking over. You don't seem to be able to
get this bitch to fuck me when I want it. I'm in charge
now."
"Your lips are moving," she said.
"I haven't said a thing," I told her. "He's talking
on his own."
"He's right, bitch. Get over here. Sit on my face.
Flip the sheet back, asshole. Let her see me."
I did as I was told. I had a pretty good-sized hard
on.
"Look at me, bitch," said Spike. "Come over here and
get a close look." Then in a hoarse whisper he said, "Grab
her when she gets close, asshole."
"I definitely saw your lips move that time," she said,
applying her eye shadow.
"My lips weren't moving," I insisted.
"Shut the fuck up," said Spike. "I speak for myself.
His lips ain't moving, bitch. Now get your ass over here."
She stopped doing her eye shadow and turned to face
me. "Stop this silliness," she said. "Your cock can't
talk."
"I'll prove it to you," said Spike. "Get over here
and sit on his face. I'll keep right on talking."
"Your lips moved," she said. "I saw it." Her eyes
strayed toward my cock.
"I'm the fuckin' ventriloquist here," said Spike.
"When you hear him talk, that's really me."
She grinned. "I might believe that," she said. "They
always say a man's brain -"
"Let's not even get into that brain shit," said Spike.
"Let's just prove it to you. Just come over here and sit
on me. Nobody talks. Then you slide up and sit on his
face. I talk, he talks. You sit on me next. Nobody
talks. Back and forth like that."
"Back and forth?" she asked. "I sit on your cock and
nobody talks? I sit on your face and you both talk? And
then I go back and forth?" She seemed to be talking to me,
but she was looking at Spike, who was fully extended up my
abdomen, pulsing slightly with my heartbeat.
"You talk to me, bitch, not him," said Spike. "Now
get over here."
"This is silly," she said. "But I'll do it this one
time. I'll just start with a little face sitting." She
started to straddle my head.
Just before she lowered her delicious pussy on my face
Spike said, "I shoulda known you'd start there, bitch."
"Shut up," she said, as I pushed out my tongue and
slipped it into her fold. "Ahh," she said. "That's a
pretty good start. I think I'll just move like this, so my
pussy covers your whole mouth and nose. Ooh, do that
again. Wait! Aren't you supposed to be talking?"
"That tongue is a puny little thing, isn't it?" said
Spike.
"Shut up," I heard myself say.
"How'd you do that?" she asked, grinding her wet pussy
on my face.
"Come on back here, baby," said Spike.
I pushed my tongue inside her.
"I can fill you up better than that scrawny thing,"
said Spike.
"Ooh," she said. "Maybe I'd better find out." She
moved away, quickly impaling herself on my rigid cock.
"Ooh," she said again as she began sliding up and down.
Spike and I were silent.
"Uhnh," she said, grinding herself on me as she
pinched her nipples.
She moved forward again, slamming her wet slit on my
face. I got to work with my tongue right away, poking
inside her and flipping her clitoris.
"Oh, jeez," she groaned.
"Bet I felt pretty good, didn't I?" asked Spike's
hoarse voice.
"Shut up," came my reply as my tongue thrummed on her
clitoris. "She's having fun up here."
"You like a big dick better, don't you baby?" asked
Spike.
"Ooh," she said. "Ooh do that some more. Yes, I do
like a big cock inside me, but. Ooh, lick me like that
again."
"I'm winning," I heard myself say. "She likes my
tongue better, you prick." I got my tongue going even
faster.
"Bullshit," said Spike.
She moved back again, sliding her now sopping pussy
down over my post. Spike and I were deadly silent as she
slid herself up and down, moving faster and faster. I
reached up and grabbed her tits and started working on her
nipples and as soon as I touched them she fell forward,
burying her face in my neck.
Spike and I were still silent as I began slapping my
hips up and down, ramming in and out of her.
"Ogod," she muttered. "Ofuck. Ooh. Fuck me hard
with your big dick, baby. Fuck me!"
I did. In total silence. Quickly she reached her
peak and I went with her, pumping into her with incredible
force.
She rolled away, falling to the bed next to me.
"Pretty fucking good, huh?" asked Spike.
"How'd you do that?" she asked, looking directly at
me.
"You tell her, Spike," I said, looking down at my limp
dick.
Silence.
"I guess he's not talking," I said.
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